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This is preeminently the time to speak +the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from +honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will +endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of +all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear +is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which +paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark +hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and of vigor has +met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which +is essential to victory. And I am convinced that you will again give +that support to leadership in these critical days. + +In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common +difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values +have shrunk to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay +has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of +income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the +withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers +find no markets for their produce; and the savings of many years in +thousands of families are gone. + +More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of +existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a +foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment. + +And yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are +stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our +forefathers conquered because they believed and were not afraid, we +have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and +human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a +generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply. +Primarily this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind’s goods +have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence, +have admitted their failure and have abdicated. Practices of the +unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public +opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men. + +True they have tried, but their efforts have been cast in the pattern +of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit they have proposed +only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which +to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have +resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence. +They only know the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no +vision, and when there is no vision the people perish. + +Yes, the money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple +of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient +truths. The measure of that restoration lies in the extent to which we +apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit. + +Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy +of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy, the moral +stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of +evanescent profits. These dark days, my friends, will be worth all they +cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered +unto but to minister to ourselves—to our fellow men. + +Recognition of that falsity of material wealth as the standard of +success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that +public office and high political position are to be valued only by the +standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an +end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given +to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small +wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on +honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, and on +unselfish performance; without them it cannot live. + +Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This +Nation is asking for action, and action now. + +Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no +unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be +accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself, +treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the +same time, through this employment, accomplishing greatly needed +projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our great natural +resources. + +Hand in hand with that we must frankly recognize the overbalance of +population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national +scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land +for those best fitted for the land. Yes, the task can be helped by +definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products and with +this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped +by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through +foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by +insistence that the Federal, the State, and the local governments act +forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can +be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often +scattered, uneconomical, unequal. It can be helped by national planning +for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of +communications and other utilities that have a definitely public +character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can +never be helped by merely talking about it. We must act; we must act +quickly. + +And finally, in our progress towards a resumption of work we require +two safeguards against a return of the evils of the old order; there +must be a strict supervision of all banking and credits and +investments; there must be an end to speculation with other people’s +money, and there must be provision for an adequate but sound currency. + +These, my friends, are the lines of attack. I shall presently urge +upon a new Congress, in special session, detailed measures for their +fulfillment, and I shall seek the immediate assistance of the +forty-eight States. + +Through this program of action we address ourselves to putting our own +national house in order and making income balance outgo. Our +international trade relations, though vastly important, are in point of +time and necessity secondary to the establishment of a sound national +economy. I favor as a practical policy the putting of first things +first. I shall spare no effort to restore world trade by international +economic readjustment, but the emergency at home cannot wait on that +accomplishment. + +The basic thought that guides these specific means of national +recovery is not narrowly nationalistic. It is the insistence, as a +first consideration, upon the interdependence of the various elements +in and parts of the United States of America—a recognition of the old +and permanently important manifestation of the American spirit of the +pioneer. It is the way to recovery. It is the immediate way. It is the +strongest assurance that recovery will endure. + +In the field of world policy I would dedicate this Nation to the +policy of the good neighbor—the neighbor who resolutely respects +himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others—the +neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of his +agreements in and with a world of neighbors. + +If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize as we +have never realized before our interdependence on each other; that we +cannot merely take but we must give as well; that if we are to go +forward, we must move as a trained and loyal army willing to sacrifice +for the good of a common discipline, because without such discipline no +progress can be made, no leadership becomes effective. We are, I know, +ready and willing to submit our lives and our property to such +discipline, because it makes possible a leadership which aims at the +larger good. This I propose to offer, pledging that the larger purposes +will bind upon us—bind upon us all—as a sacred obligation with a +unity of duty hitherto evoked only in times of armed strife. + +With this pledge taken, I assume unhesitatingly the leadership of this +great army of our people dedicated to a disciplined attack upon our +common problems. + +Action in this image—action to this end—is feasible under the form +of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our +Constitution is so simple, so practical that it is possible always to +meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without +loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has +proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern +world has ever seen. It has met every stress of vast expansion of +territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world +relations. + +And it is to be hoped that the normal balance of executive and +legislative authority may be wholly equal—wholly adequate—to meet the +unprecedented task before us. But it may be that an unprecedented +demand and need for undelayed action may call for temporary departure +from that normal balance of public procedure. + +I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures +that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require. +These measures, or such other measures as the Congress may build out of +its experience and wisdom, I shall seek, within my constitutional +authority, to bring to speedy adoption. + +But in the event that the Congress shall fail to take one of these two +courses, in the event that the national emergency is still critical, I +shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me. I +shall ask the Congress for the one remaining instrument to meet the +crisis—broad Executive power to wage a war against the emergency, as +great as the power that would be given to me if we were in fact invaded +by a foreign foe. + +For the trust reposed in me I will return the courage and the devotion +that befit the time. I can do no less. + +We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of +national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and +precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the +stern performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the +assurance of a rounded—a permanent—national life. + +We do not distrust the future of essential democracy. The people of +the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a +mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. They have asked for +discipline and direction under leadership. They have made me the +present instrument of their wishes. In the spirit of the gift I take it. + +In this dedication of a Nation we humbly ask the blessing of God. May +He protect each and every one of us. May He guide me in the days to +come. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10510.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10510.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b88f221428ff0c1d49368e063c1f5452093a3977 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10510.txt @@ -0,0 +1,176 @@ + + +The following 1600 words comprise William Jefferson Clinton's +Inaugural Presidential Address given from noon to 12:15 P.M., +January 20, 1993. + +[Capitals represent emphasis, extra commas represent pauses, +long pauses are represented by ellipses (. . .).] + + + +Bill Clinton's Inaugural Address + + +My fellow citizens, today we celebrate the mystery of American renewal. +This ceremony is held in the depth of winter, but by the words we speak +and the faces we show the world, we force the spring. A spring reborn in +the world's oldest democracy, that brings forth the vision and courage +to reinvent America. When our founders boldly declared America's +independence to the world, and our purposes to the Almighty, they knew +that America, to endure, would have to change. Not change for change +sake, but change to preserve America's ideals: life, liberty, the +pursuit of happiness. + +Though we march to the music of our time, our mission is timeless. +Each generation of American's must define what it means to be an American. +On behalf of our nation, I salute my predecessor, President Bush, for his +half-century of service to America . . . and I thank the millions of men +and women whose steadfastness and sacrifice triumphed over depression, +fascism and communism. + +Today, a generation raised in the shadows of the Cold War assumes new +responsibilities in a world warmed by the sunshine of freedom, but +threatened still by ancient hatreds and new plagues. Raised in +unrivalled prosperity, we inherit an economy that is still the world's +strongest, but is weakened by business failures, stagnant wages, +increasing inequality, and deep divisions among OUR OWN people. + +When George Washington first took the oath I have just sworn to uphold, +news travelled slowly across the land by horseback, and across the ocean +by boat. Now the sights and sounds of this ceremony are broadcast +instantaneously to billions around the world. Communications and +commerce are global. Investment is mobile. Technology is almost magical, +and ambition for a better life is now universal. + +We earn our livelihood in America today in peaceful competition with +people all across the Earth. Profound and powerful forces are shaking +and remaking our world, and the URGENT question of our time is whether +we can make change our friend and not our enemy. This new world has +already enriched the lives of MILLIONS of Americans who are able to +compete and win in it. But when most people are working harder for less, +when others cannot work at all, when the cost of health care devastates +families and threatens to bankrupt our enterprises, great and small; +when the fear of crime robs law abiding citizens of their freedom; and +when millions of poor children cannot even imagine the lives we are +calling them to lead, we have not made change our friend. + +We know we have to face hard truths and take strong steps, +but we have not done so. Instead we have drifted, and that +drifting has eroded our resources, fractured our economy, +and shaken our confidence. Though our challenges are fearsome, +so are our strengths. Americans have ever been a restless, questing, +hopeful people, and we must bring to our task today the vision +and will of those who came before us. From our Revolution to the +Civil War, to the Great Depression, to the Civil Rights movement, +our people have always mustered the determination to construct from +these crises the pillars of our history. Thomas Jefferson believed +that to preserve the very foundations of our nation we would need +dramatic change from time to time. Well, my fellow Americans, +this is OUR time. Let us embrace it. + +Our democracy must be not only the envy of the world but the engine of +our OWN renewal. There is nothing WRONG with America that cannot be +cured by what is RIGHT with America. + +And so today we pledge an end to the era of deadlock and drift, and a +new season of American renewal has begun. + +To renew America we must be bold. We must do what no generation has had +to do before. We must invest more in our own people, in their jobs, and +in their future, and at the same time cut our massive debt. . .and we +must do so in a world in which we must compete for every opportunity. +It will not be easy. It will require sacrifice, but it can be done, and +done fairly. Not choosing sacrifice for its own sake, but for OUR own +sake. We must provide for our nation the way a family provides for its +children. Our founders saw themselves in the light of posterity. We +can do no less. Anyone who has ever watched a child's eyes wander into +sleep knows what posterity is. Posterity is the world to come, the world +for whom we hold our ideals, from whom we have borrowed our planet, and +to whom we bear sacred responsibilities. We must do what America does +best, offer more opportunity TO all and demand more responsibility FROM +all. + +It is time to break the bad habit of expecting something for nothing: +from our government, or from each other. Let us all take more +responsibility, not only for ourselves and our families, but for our +communities and our country. To renew America we must revitalize +our democracy. This beautiful capitol, like every capitol since +the dawn of civilization, is often a place of intrigue and calculation. +Powerful people maneuver for position and worry endlessly about who is +IN and who is OUT, who is UP and who is DOWN, forgetting those people +whose toil and sweat sends us here and paves our way. + +Americans deserve better, and in this city today there are people +who want to do better, and so I say to all of you here, let us resolve +to reform our politics, so that power and privilege no longer shout down +the voice of the people. Let us put aside personal advantage, so that we +can feel the pain and see the promise of America. Let us resolve to make +our government a place for what Franklin Roosevelt called "bold, +persistent experimentation, a government for our tomorrows, not our +yesterdays." Let us give this capitol back to the people to whom it +belongs. + +To renew America we must meet challenges abroad, as well as at home. +There is no longer a clear division between what is foreign and what is +domestic. The world economy, the world environment, the world AIDS +crisis, the world arms race: they affect us all. Today as an old order +passes, the new world is more free, but less stable. Communism's +collapse has called forth old animosities, and new dangers. Clearly, +America must continue to lead the world we did so much to make. While +America rebuilds at home, we will not shrink from the challenges nor +fail to seize the opportunities of this new world. Together with our +friends and allies, we will work together to shape change, lest it +engulf us. When our vital interests are challenged, or the will and +conscience of the international community is defied, we will act; with +peaceful diplomacy whenever possible, with force when necessary. The +brave Americans serving our nation today in the Persian Gulf, in Somalia, +and wherever else they stand, are testament to our resolve, but our +greatest strength is the power of our ideas, which are still new in many +lands. Across the world, we see them embraced and we rejoice. Our hopes, +our hearts, our hands, are with those on every continent, who are building +democracy and freedom. Their cause is America's cause. The American +people have summoned the change we celebrate today. You have raised your +voices in an unmistakable chorus, you have cast your votes in historic +numbers, you have changed the face of congress, the presidency, and the +political process itself. Yes, YOU, my fellow Americans, have forced the +spring. Now WE must do the work the season demands. To that work I now +turn with ALL the authority of my office. I ask the congress to join +with me; but no president, no congress, no government can undertake THIS +mission alone. + +My fellow Americans, you, too, must play your part in our renewal. +I challenge a new generation of YOUNG Americans to a season of service, +to act on your idealism, by helping troubled children, keeping company +with those in need, reconnecting our torn communities. There is so much +to be done. Enough, indeed, for millions of others who are still young +in spirit, to give of themselves in service, too. In serving we recognize +a simple, but powerful, truth: we need each other, and we must care for +one another. Today we do more than celebrate America, we rededicate +ourselves to the very idea of America, an idea born in revolution, +and renewed through two centuries of challenge, an idea tempered by +the knowledge that but for fate, we, the fortunate and the unfortunate, +might have been each other; an idea ennobled by the faith that our nation +can summon from its myriad diversity, the deepest measure of unity; +an idea infused with the conviction that America's journey long, heroic +journey must go forever upward. + +And so, my fellow Americans, as we stand at the edge of the 21st Century, +let us begin anew, with energy and hope, with faith and discipline, and +let us work until our work is done. The Scripture says: "And let us not +be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." +From this joyful mountaintop of celebration we hear a call to service in +the valley. We have heard the trumpets, we have changed the guard, and +now each in our own way, and with God's help, we must answer the call. + +Thank you, and God bless you all. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10618.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10618.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d09b05470aef28b9c30cf89e4f905dec79a1e68b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10618.txt @@ -0,0 +1,298 @@ + + +"JESUS SAYS SO." + + + * * * * * + +BOSTON: + +MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY, +Depository, No. 13 Cornhill. + +1851. + + + +[Illustration: Frontispiece.] + + + + +"JESUS SAYS SO." + +OR, + +A MEMORIAL OF LITTLE +SARAH G---- + +FROM THE LONDON EDITION. + +_Approved by the Committee of Publication_. + +BOSTON: + +MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY, +Depository, No. 13 Cornhill. +1851. + + + + +"JESUS SAYS SO." + + +Sarah G---- was one of several children, living with their parents in a +narrow lane in London. Early in the year 1847, Sarah's father had met +with a serious accident, and was then in the hospital, where he remained +for many weeks a severe sufferer. Sarah and her brothers, deprived of +the usual means of support, and their mother being in constant +attendance on her husband, were consequently often left in great +necessity. More than once have these little ones been known to reach the +hour of four or five in the afternoon, before taking any food; but +amidst all their privations, no complaint was heard from the lips of +Sarah. It was not known until after her death, how silently, yet how +powerfully, the Spirit of God was, even at this time, working in her +heart. + +There was nothing particularly attractive in her appearance; quiet and +unobtrusive, she seemed to the outward observer like most other +children; but "the Lord seeth not as man seeth." The Great Shepherd of +the sheep had his eye on this little lamb of the fold, and marked her +for his own. At home she was gentle and affectionate, obedient to her +parents, and during their absence she watched kindly over her little +brothers. + +Her poor family tasted largely of the cup of sorrow, but poverty and +distress, instead of producing impatience and unkindness, seemed to bind +each one more closely to the other. They experienced the truth of those +words: "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and +hatred therewith," Prov. 15:17. "Better is a dry morsel, and quietness +therewith, than a house full of sacrifices with strife," Prov. 17:1. + +The death of her youngest brother appeared to make a strong impression +on Sarah's mind; she said she liked to think she had a brother in +heaven. Soon after that event, she was admitted into a Sabbath school, +and it was her delight in the week to prepare her lessons. "Sunday is +such a happy day," she would say; and on that morning she would rise +earlier than usual to get ready for school. + +A little circumstance, which occurred at this time, marked her +tenderness of conscience. A new bonnet had been promised to her, but not +arriving at the time she had hoped, her disappointment was so great that +she shed many tears. This was mentioned to a friend, who talked to her +about it. Sarah made no remark at the time, but afterwards she said to +her mother, "I did not know before that it was wrong to cry when we were +disappointed; I will try not to do so again:" and in the evening her +father overheard her begging God to forgive her pride and fretting about +the bonnet. + +Another feature in Sarah's character may be here noticed: this was her +love of truth. "She has never deceived me," was her mother's frequent +remark. "I cannot remember a single instance of untruth, _even in +play_," and perhaps this truthfulness of spirit enabled her the more +readily to trust the word of another. "She promised me," Sarah would +say, and on the promise she would ever rest, in all the sweet dependence +of a child. Surely this may speak a word to those professing to be the +followers of Him who keepeth his promise for ever--the covenant-keeping +God. How lightly are promises often made! how carelessly and +thoughtlessly broken! + +Sarah was only permitted to attend the Sabbath school for a few weeks. +Her health and strength failed, and soon she was confined to her room, +then to her bed, which she scarcely left for several months. But now the +work of God within her became more evident. It was a pleasant service to +sit by the bed of this young disciple, and read and talk with her of a +Saviour's love. She said but little, except in answer to questions, but +her bright and happy countenance showed how welcome was the subject. Who +that witnessed her simple, child-like faith, would not acknowledge the +fruit of the Spirit's teaching? It was the more apparent, as she had but +little help from man, and few outward advantages, not even being able to +read; but she treasured up in her mind all she heard, and it was as food +to her soul, the joy and rejoicing of her heart. + +At an early period of her illness, a violent attack of pain and +palpitation of the heart made her think she was dying, and she told her +mother so, adding, "But I am not afraid, I am so happy." "What makes you +so happy?" was asked. "Because I am going to heaven, and when I pray to +Jesus, my heart seems lifted up." "But, Sarah, do you think your sins +forgiven?" "Yes, mother, I am sure so." "What makes you so sure?" +"Because _Jesus says so_." + +"Jesus says,"--this was ever the ground of her confidence, and proved to +all around her the Saviour's oft-repeated lesson,--"Whosoever shall not +receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter +therein." + +Sarah lingered many weeks after this. Her mind was full of peace; as she +lay on her sick bed, no shade of fear passed over her, all was sunshine +within. This one happy thought filled her mind,--"Jesus loves me, I am +going to heaven." + +A friend wishing to find out on what her hopes of happiness rested, and +if she had a real sense of sin, said to her, "You talk much of going to +heaven, tell me, do you deserve to go there?" "Oh, no," was her reply, +"I do not deserve it." "Why not?" In a solemn tone, she answered, +"Because I have sinned." It was remarked, "How then can you go there? +Heaven is such a holy place, no sin can enter there." With the brightest +smile she quietly replied, "Ah! but Jesus says he will wash away all my +sin, and make my soul quite white, and he will carry me there." + +Oh that all would learn of her thus to take Jesus at his word! What an +enemy to peace is an unbelieving heart! + +None spoke ill of this little girl, even those who knew her least +remarked, "she was a good pleasant child," but her grateful affection +beamed strongly towards all who showed her any kindness, and one who +watched her with interest throughout her illness, will not soon forget +the earnest smile of welcome with which she was always greeted, when too +ill to speak. Thus she told her thanks. + +Once, the 103d Psalm was read to her, with some remarks on David's +causes of thankfulness. It was remarked, "You, too, Sarah, have many +things to bless God for; for what do you thank him most?" She answered, +"Oh, I thank him most for sending Jesus from heaven to save me." + +Many were the words of comfort she spoke to her poor sorrowing mother, +whose heart at times seemed almost broken at the prospect of losing her. +She said, "You will not cry, when I am in heaven, dear mother. I am only +going a little while first, and you will soon follow;" and once, on an +occasion of deep family distress, she pointed to the surest way for +relief, saying, "Mother, why do you cry so? Does not the Bible say God +cares for the sparrows, and are not you better than a sparrow? O mother, +pray, do pray, and then you will be so happy." + +So calmly, so peacefully, did this young disciple enter the dark valley, +that truly she might have said, + + "There's nothing terrible in death + To those who go to heaven." + +Resting in her Saviour's love she feared no evil, his rod and his staff +they comforted her; sin was her only dread. Her only fear was that of +offending her heavenly Father, and on this point she often did express +much anxiety, saying, "Do tell me if I have done wrong. I do not want to +sin; I am so afraid of making God angry. Sometimes my sins look so +black, and seem to come between me and God." Then, as if she still felt +secure in the only hiding-place for sinners, she added, "But Jesus says +he will take them all away, and wash me whiter than snow." + +She delighted much in some little books suited to her age and +circumstances that were read to her; one entitled, "The Infant's +Prayer," and another, "The White Robes," were her greatest favorites. In +allusion to the last of these, she often prayed, "O Lord Jesus, hear a +poor little girl, do give me that beautiful white dress, without one +spot or one stain;" and once when her mother noticed a little hurt on +her arm occasioned by her putting on a change of dress, she sweetly +said, "Never mind that, dear mother; my next dress will not hurt me." + +It was very pleasant to see the affection manifested by her brothers +towards their little sick sister, and she repaid their kindness by +anxiously entreating them to care for their souls. To her father she +said, "I want you to promise me one thing--to meet me in heaven. O +father! do love Jesus. I love him, indeed I do; but I want you to love +him too. There is only one Jesus, one Saviour; and, father, he is so +holy." Then turning to her mother, who was standing by her bed, she +added, "You do love Jesus, but, O mother, pray do love him more, and +more, and more;" she spoke with such energy, as if to impress her +parents with her own feeling, as almost startled them. + +In this state of mind Sarah drew near the end of her pilgrimage, and it +was not until about three days before her death that even the shadow of +a cloud seemed to darken her path. Then, for the first time, her mind +was agitated with doubts as to her Saviour's love for her, and very +distressing to those around her were her anxious cries for pardon. +"Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake," was her constant +petition. She was visited by a minister and by several Christian +friends, who used every effort to give her relief, but for some time all +in vain; she seemed unable to lay hold on any promise for her comfort. +One of these friends especially felt a deep interest in the dear child, +though she had not known her until now. Of her little Sarah asked most +earnestly, "Do you think that Jesus loves me?" She was assured that he +did. "Do you know he loves me?" she asked; and then followed the solemn +inquiry, "How do you know it?" After reading and talking with her for +some time, she begged her friend would "pray with her to make her a +little happy?" and afterwards in her own words, she would again plead +with God, "Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake, and wash me in +his blood, and make me a good girl, and take me to heaven." On one +occasion she said, "I wish I could be a little happy,--I want something, +I do not know what I want." She was answered, "I think I can tell you +what you want, it is peace, it is to feel that God has pardoned all your +sins." "Yes," she replied, "I think that is it." + +At another time, when talking of the joys of heaven, "Yes," she said, +"they are singing, Glory, glory, glory," referring to her favorite hymn, +beginning, + + "Around the throne of God in heaven, + Thousands of children stand." + + +But, as her friend says, it is not possible to convey her manner, her +sweet tone and look. She said, "I wish I could go to heaven now, up +through this ceiling, now while I feel a little happy." "But, my dear +child, you cannot go to heaven in this way. You must die first; Jesus +died; we must all die; it is God's appointed way for us to get to +heaven." "Oh! I do not mind my sufferings, but I wish I was there now." + +Once she spoke rather impatiently, "I wish I could die, I wish I could +die." She was reminded, "Jesus says, 'If you love me, keep my +commandments;' and though you cannot obey God's will now in the same way +as if in health, you can still suffer all he appoints." She quickly +asked, "Will Jesus be angry if I am not patient? I will try, then, and +pray to him to make me patient." + +Satan for a short season seemed permitted to make trial of her faith and +love, and she struggled hard against his attacks. But the dear little +one was safe in the arms of her Good Shepherd, and none could pluck her +out of his hand. Her anxious prayers were heard and answered, and peace +was restored to her soul. Her brightened countenance required not the +addition of words to assure her friends of this, and yet they rejoiced +to hear her say, "I am quite happy; I know Jesus loves me, and I shall +soon see him." + +On the Sabbath, her last day on earth, she was very feeble, only able to +utter a single word at a time, but her heart was full of thankfulness +towards all who had cared for her, and especially to those who had +sought to comfort her in her last distress, begging her mother would +"always love them." + +At night, as her parents were watching beside her, she suddenly raised +herself, and, throwing her arms alternately round the neck of each, +seemed to take a last farewell. She was unable to speak, but to her +mother's inquiry, "Tell me once again, my child, are you quite happy?" +she replied by lifting up her hand, and pointing to heaven, while the +brightest smile lighted up her countenance. This was her last act of +consciousness. She lingered a few hours without any apparent suffering, +and then her happy spirit took its flight, and joined the blissful +company, that, having washed their robes and made them white in the +blood of the Lamb, are ever before the throne of God, rejoicing in their +Saviour's love. + +Sarah died at the age of eleven years, in August, 1848. + +Dear reader, before you close this book, ask, "Am I like Sarah G----? +Have I ever prayed to Jesus to wash away all my sins, and make my soul +quite white in his precious blood?" And then have you begged him to take +you to heaven when you die, that you may be happy with him for ever? If +not, do not wait another day, but entreat him now to give you his Holy +Spirit to teach you to love him. Remember, it is this kind Saviour who +calls you, who says, "Suffer the little children to come to me, and +forbid them not;" and who promises to gather the lambs with his arm, and +to carry them in his bosom. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1063.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1063.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc87308f931fbe0dc7faae523d25099599e5373c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1063.txt @@ -0,0 +1,344 @@ + + +The Cask of Amontillado + + +by + +Edgar Allan Poe + + + +The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but +when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know +the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance +to a threat. _At length_ I would be avenged; this was a point definitely +settled--but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, +precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with +impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its +redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make +himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. + +It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given +Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to +smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile _now_ was at +the thought of his immolation. + +He had a weak point--this Fortunato--although in other regards he was a +man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his +connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. +For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and +opportunity--to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian +_millionaires_. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, +was a quack--but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this +respect I did not differ from him materially: I was skillful in the +Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could. + +It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the +carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with +excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. +He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was +surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him, +that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand. + +I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably +well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes +for Amontillado, and I have my doubts." + +"How?" said he. "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle +of the carnival!" + +"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full +Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to +be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain." + +"Amontillado!" + +"I have my doubts." + +"Amontillado!" + +"And I must satisfy them." + +"Amontillado!" + +"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a +critical turn, it is he. He will tell me--" + +"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry." + +"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your +own." + +"Come, let us go." + +"Whither?" + +"To your vaults." + +"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive +you have an engagement. Luchesi--" + +"I have no engagement;--come." + +"My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with +which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. +They are encrusted with nitre." + +"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! +You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish +Sherry from Amontillado." + +Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask +of black silk, and drawing a _roquelaire_ closely about my person, I +suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo. + +There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in +honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the +morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. +These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate +disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned. + +I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, +bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into +the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him +to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the +descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the +Montresors. + +The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled +as he strode. + +"The pipe," said he. + +"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which +gleams from these cavern walls." + +He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that +distilled the rheum of intoxication. + +"Nitre?" he asked, at length. + +"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?" + +"Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! +ugh! ugh!" + +My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. + +"It is nothing," he said, at last. + +"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is +precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as +once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We +will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, +there is Luchesi--" + +"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. +I shall not die of a cough." + +"True--true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming +you unnecessarily--but you should use all proper caution. A draught of +this Medoc will defend us from the damps." + +Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of +its fellows that lay upon the mould. + +"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. + +He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me +familiarly, while his bells jingled. + +"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us." + +"And I to your long life." + +He again took my arm, and we proceeded. + +"These vaults," he said, "are extensive." + +"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family." + +"I forget your arms." + +"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent +rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel." + +"And the motto?" + +"_Nemo me impune lacessit_." + +"Good!" he said. + +The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew +warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with +casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of +catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize +Fortunato by an arm above the elbow. + +"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the +vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle +among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your +cough--" + +"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of +the Medoc." + +I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a +breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw +the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand. + +I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement--a grotesque one. + +"You do not comprehend?" he said. + +"Not I," I replied. + +"Then you are not of the brotherhood." + +"How?" + +"You are not of the masons." + +"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes." + +"You? Impossible! A mason?" + +"A mason," I replied. + +"A sign," he said, "a sign." + +"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of +my _roquelaire_. + +"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed +to the Amontillado." + +"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again +offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our +route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low +arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep +crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to +glow than flame. + +At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less +spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the +vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three +sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. +From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay +promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some +size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we +perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width +three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for +no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between +two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was +backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite. + +It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to +pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did +not enable us to see. + +"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi--" + +"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily +forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he +had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress +arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I +had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, +distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of +these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the +links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure +it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I +stepped back from the recess. + +"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the +nitre. Indeed, it is _very_ damp. Once more let me _implore_ you to +return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first +render you all the little attentions in my power." + +"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his +astonishment. + +"True," I replied; "the Amontillado." + +As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which +I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity +of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of +my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche. + +I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered +that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The +earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth +of the recess. It was _not_ the cry of a drunken man. There was then a +long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and +the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The +noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to +it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon +the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, +and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh +tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again +paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few +feeble rays upon the figure within. + +A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the +throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a +brief moment I hesitated--I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began +to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant +reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, +and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of +him who clamoured. I re-echoed--I aided--I surpassed them in volume +and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still. + +It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had +completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier. I had finished a +portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone +to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed +it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the +niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was +succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that +of the noble Fortunato. The voice said-- + +"Ha! ha! ha!--he! he! he!--a very good joke indeed--an excellent jest. +We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo--he! he! +he!--over our wine--he! he! he!" + +"The Amontillado!" I said. + +"He! he! he!--he! he! he!--yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting +late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato +and the rest? Let us be gone." + +"Yes," I said, "let us be gone." + +"_For the love of God, Montresor!_" + +"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!" + +But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. +I called aloud-- + +"Fortunato!" + +No answer. I called again-- + +"Fortunato--" + +No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and +let it fall within. There came forth in reply only a jingling of the +bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs. +I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into +its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected +the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has +disturbed them. _In pace requiescat!_ + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Cask of Amontillado, by Edgar Allan Poe + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10630.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10630.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bc192554fdfd35b4a0065857734818edc0fde119 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10630.txt @@ -0,0 +1,507 @@ + + +[Illustration] + +Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually +before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom + +1 Kings X 8 + + + + +Coming to the King + +By + +Frances Ridley Havergal + + + + +Coming to the King. + + + +I came from very far to see + The King of Salem, for I had been told +Of glory and of wisdom manyfold, + And condescension infinite and free. +Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame, + In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came? + +I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone! + No stately train, no costly gifts to bring; +No friend at court, save One the King! + I had requests to spread before His throne, +And I had questions none could solve for me, + Of import deep, and full of mystery. + +[Illustration] + +I came and communed with that mighty King + And told Him all my heart, I cannot say +In mortal ear what communings were they + But wouldst thou know, + So too, and meekly bring +All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear + His voice of love and power + His answers sweet and clear + +O happy end of every weary guest! + He told me all I needed graciously:-- + Enough for guidance, and for victory + O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest, + And when some veiled response + I could not read + It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +His wisdom and His glories passed before + My wondering eyes in gradual revelation +The house that He had built its strong foundation + Its living stones and, brightening more and more +For glimpses of that palace far away, + Where all his loyal ones + Shall dwell with Him for aye. + +[Illustration] + +True the report that reached my far-off land + Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame, + Yet I believed not until I came +Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand + The half was never told by mortal word, + My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard + + Oh happy are His servants! happy they +Who stand continually before His face, + Ready to do His will of wisest grace! + My King! is mine such blessedness to-day? + For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line, + Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat + Our King upon His throne + Divine delight + In the Beloved crowning Thee with might + Honour and majesty supreme and yet + The strange and Godlike secret opening thus-- +The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us! + +[Illustration] + + + What shall I render to my glorious King? +I have but that which I receive from Thee +And what I give, Thou givest back to me, + Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing + Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold, + And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold + +[Illustration] + + All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask! + Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality, + This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free? +Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee + Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me. + +Now--I will turn to my own land and tell, + What I myself have seen and heard of Thee, +And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see" + And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell +With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest, + Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest. + + +J R HAVERGAL + + + + +Our King + + + +O Saviour, precious Saviour, + Whom yet unseen we love, +O Name of might and favour, + All other names above! +We worship Thee, we bless Thee + To Thee alone we sing +We praise Thee, and confess Thee + Our holy Lord and King + +In Thee all fulness dwelleth, + All grace and power divine, + The glory that excelleth, + O Son of God, is Thine! +We worship Thee, we bless Thee + To Thee alone we sing, +We praise Thee and confess Thee, + Our glorious Lord and King + + + + +[Illustration] + + + +Led in Peace. + + + +"_Ye shall go out with joy and + be led forth with peace._" + Is. IV. 12. + + +With joy thou shalt be girded, + With peace thou shalt be led; +And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head; + The hills break forth in singing; + the shadows flee away: + This is thy King and Saviour-- + He will not say thee "Nay!" + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +His Presence + + + + Oh Saviour if Thy presence here + Can such bright joy impart + What must it be in that sweet home + Where Thou its glory art + Here through faith's vision small and fine +One glimpse of Thy dear face + Kindles a glow in lonely hearts, + No cloud can e'er efface. + +Cecilia Havergal + + + +[Illustration] + + + +Springs of Peace + + + +Springs of peace, when conflict heightens + Thine uplifted eye shall see, + + Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens, +Peace itself a victory. + +Springs of comfort strangely springing + Through the bitter wells of woe, + Founts of hidden gladness, bringing + Joy that earth can ne'er bestow + + + + +[Illustration: ] + + + +The Welcome to the King + + + + Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow + One bright gleam I see, +Well I know the blessed morrow + Christ will come for me + +Midst the light and peace and glory + Of the Fathers home, + Christ for me is watching, waiting-- + Waiting till I come + +Long the blessed Guide has led me + By the desert road; + Now I see the golden towers-- + City of my God. + + There amidst the love and glory, +He is waiting yet; + On His hands a name is graven, + He can ne'er forget. + +There amidst the songs of heaven-- + Sweeter to His ear + Is the footfall through the desert, + Ever drawing near. + + There, made ready are the mansions, +Glorious, bright and fair; + But the Bride the Father gave Him + Still is wanting there. + +Who is this who comes to meet me + On the desert way, + As the Morning Star foretelling + God's unclouded day? + +He it is who came to win me, + On the cross of shame + In His glory well I know Him, + Evermore the same + + Oh! the blessed joy of meeting, +All the desert past! + Oh! the wondrous words of greeting + He shall speak at last! + +He and I together entering + Those bright courts above, + He and I together sharing + All the Fathers love. + + Where no shade nor stain can enter +Nor the gold be dim, + In that holiness unsullied + I shall walk with Him + +Meet companion then for Jesus, + From Him, for Him made, + Glory of Gods grace for ever + There in me displayed + +[Illustration] + + He who in His hour of sorrow +Bore the curse alone, + I who through the lonely desert + Trod where He had gone + +He and I in that bright glory + One deep joy shall share + Mine to be for ever with Him + His that I am there + + + + +The King of Love. + + + +The King of Love my Shepherd is + Whose goodness faileth never, + I nothing lack if I am His + And He is mine for ever. + +Where streams of living waters flow, + My ransomed soul He leadeth, + And where the verdant pastures grow + With food celestial feedeth + + + +[Illustration] + + + +[Illustration: ] + + + + +God is Love and God is Light + + + God is Love, His mercy brightens + All the path in which we rove, +Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens, + God is Light and God is Love + + Chance and change are busy ever, + Worlds decay and ages move, +But His mercy waneth never + God is Light and God is Love. + + + + +Thine eyes shall see the King + + + +Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile, + Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee, +Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile. + Thine eyes shall see! + +Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same + Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree, +Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name + Thine eyes shall see! + +Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One, + The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He +Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won + Thine eyes shall see! + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + + + +I am Thine. + + + + Jesus Master! +I am Thine, + Keep me faithful keep me near, +Let Thy presence in me shine + All my homeward way to cheer, +Jesus! at Thy feet I fall, + Oh, be Thou my all in all + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Is it for Me? + + + + Is it for me, dear + Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest? +For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall + I thus be blessed? +Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace + And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face? + + Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face, + Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace + And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more! +Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + +Going to Christ + + + + I go to Christ my Saviour +With every little need +The help He always gives me + Is wonderful indeed + + I go when I am mourning +The loss of loved ones near + He speaketh words of comfort sweet, + He doth my spirit cheer + +I go when I am fearing + The cruse of oil will fail +He sendeth me the needful means + And thus doth prayer prevent + + +Cecilia Havergal + + +[Illustration] + + + + +My King and Master. + + + + Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be, +Spent in blessed service only until Thee + Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know + 'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below. + +Let me serve Thee humbly, + Thine be all the praise, + 'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays; +Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er + I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore. + +Let me serve Thee ever, from morning until eve, + My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive. +And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won + Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet "Well done!" + +Cevilia Havergal + + + + +Under His Shadow + + + +"Under His shadow," with Christ alone + Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone, + Treasures unfolding, riches of grace + Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace. + +"Under His shadow," a near page of life. + Opens before me, apart from the strife +Oh! will Thou show me Master and King + How I may glory unto Thee bring! + +"Under His shadow" may life be passed + Daily and hourly on till the last, + Then no more shadows, all shall have fled +When we awake like Jesus our Head. + +M A Spiller + + + +[Illustration] + + + +I sat down under His shadow with great delight. + +Cant. II G + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Coming to the King, by Frances Ridley Havergal + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1064.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1064.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..11621162b118141ab70774b08babb3631307926c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1064.txt @@ -0,0 +1,215 @@ + + +The Masque of the Red Death + +by Edgar Allan Poe + + +The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had +ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the +redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, +and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains +upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban +which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And +the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents +of half an hour. + +But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his +dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale +and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and +with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This +was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s +own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This +wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and +massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of +ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. +The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid +defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the +meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the +appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there +were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. +All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death”. + +It was towards the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and +while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero +entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual +magnificence. + +It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms +in which it was held. These were seven—an imperial suite. In many +palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding +doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the +whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different, as might +have been expected from the duke’s love of the _bizarre_. The +apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little +more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty +yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of +each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor +which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass +whose colour varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of +the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for +example in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was +purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The +third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished +and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet. +The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung +all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet +of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the colour of the +windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were +scarlet—a deep blood colour. Now in no one of the seven apartments was +there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay +scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind +emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the +corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a +heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the +tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a +multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black +chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings +through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so +wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of +the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all. + +It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a +gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, +monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and +the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a +sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so +peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of +the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to +harken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; +and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the +chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and +the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused +reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter +at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as +if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the +other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar +emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three +thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet +another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and +tremulousness and meditation as before. + +But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes +of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colours and effects. He +disregarded the _decora_ of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, +and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have +thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear +and see and touch him to be _sure_ that he was not. + +He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven +chambers, upon occasion of this great _fête_; and it was his own guiding +taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were +grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and +phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani”. There +were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were +delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the +beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the _bizarre_, something of the +terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro +in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And +these—the dreams—writhed in and about taking hue from the rooms, +and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. +And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the +velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice +of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the +chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light, +half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music +swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, +taking hue from the many tinted windows through which stream the rays from the +tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are +now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there +flows a ruddier light through the blood-coloured panes; and the blackness of +the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, +there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic +than any which reaches _their_ ears who indulged in the more remote +gaieties of the other apartments. + +But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly +the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there +commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, +as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was +an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes +to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that +more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the +thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, perhaps, that +before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there +were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the +presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single +individual before. And the rumour of this new presence having spread itself +whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or +murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of +terror, of horror, and of disgust. + +In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed +that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the +masquerade licence of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in +question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the +prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most +reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, +to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest +can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the +costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The +figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of +the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble +the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had +difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if +not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to +assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in +_blood_—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was +besprinkled with the scarlet horror. + +When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with +a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to +and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment +with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow +reddened with rage. + +“Who dares,”—he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood +near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize +him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise, +from the battlements!” + +It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he +uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly, +for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at +the waving of his hand. + +It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers +by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this +group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at +hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the +speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the +mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand +to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s +person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the +centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with +the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, +through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the +green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the +white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made +to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with +rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the +six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had +seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid +impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the +latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly +and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped +gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell +prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of +despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black +apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and +motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror +at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask, which they handled with so +violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form. + +And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a +thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed +halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And +the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the +flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held +illimitable dominion over all. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1065.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1065.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc9c47186bfddc51481a9b9dcb508c21df2bcd20 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1065.txt @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ + + +The Raven + + +by + +Edgar Allan Poe + + + Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, + Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— + While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, + As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. + “’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— + Only this and nothing more.” + + Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, + And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. + Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow + From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— + For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— + Nameless here for evermore. + + And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain + Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; + So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating + “’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— + Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; + This it is and nothing more.” + + Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, + “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; + But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, + And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, + That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door— + Darkness there and nothing more. + + Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, + Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; + But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, + And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” + This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— + Merely this and nothing more. + + Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, + Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. + “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; + Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore— + Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— + ’Tis the wind and nothing more.” + + Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, + In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. + Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he, + But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— + Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— + Perched, and sat, and nothing more. + + Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, + By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, + “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, + Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— + Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, + Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; + For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being + Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— + Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, + With such name as “Nevermore.” + + But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only + That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour + Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered— + Till I scarcely more than muttered: “Other friends have flown before— + On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” + Then the bird said “Nevermore.” + + Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, + “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, + Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster + Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— + Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore + Of ‘Never—nevermore.’” + + But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, + Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; + Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking + Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— + What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore + Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” + + This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing + To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; + This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining + On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, + But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er + _She_ shall press, ah, nevermore! + + Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer + Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. + “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee + Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! + Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— + Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, + Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— + On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— + Is there—_is_ there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! + By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— + Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, + It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— + Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + “Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— + “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! + Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! + Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! + Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting + On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; + And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming + And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor; + And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor + Shall be lifted—nevermore! + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10779.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10779.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..877744969a23aacabb13e3458d4dbebef79b77e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10779.txt @@ -0,0 +1,273 @@ + + +[Illustration: Front Cover] + + + + + +HAPPY LITTLE EDWARD, + +AND HIS PLEASANT + +RIDE AND RAMBLES + +IN THE COUNTRY. + + + + +1850. + + + + +HAPPY + +LITTLE EDWARD, + +AND HIS PLEASANT, + +RIDE AND RAMBLES + +IN THE COUNTRY. + +[Illustration] + + Come, little children, wake from sleep, + And into the country take a peep; + Happy Edward leads the way, + So haste to the country, haste away! + + + + +1850. + + + + +[Illustration: Edward and Aunt Mary.] + + + + +HAPPY LITTLE EDWARD. + + +Edward Jones was about four years old. He was a good, and of course a +happy little boy, and he lived in a beautiful city in Connecticut, with +his kind parents, and his brothers and sisters, and a dear good aunt, +who took care of him. + +Edward's mother had a sister living in Massachusetts, who was the wife +of a farmer, and one beautiful Spring morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jones +determined to pay her a visit, and to take Edward with them. + +The little fellow was much pleased to hear this, you may be sure; and +when the carriage drove up to the door, he could hardly wait for aunt +Mary to dress him, comb his hair, and get him ready for the journey. + +At first Edward's attention was taken up with the motion of the +carriage, and the sight of the horses, as they rode swiftly on their +journey; but after a while he began to notice the different objects +which presented themselves, as the road led through the green woods, and +on the banks of the broad river, or swept by the pretty villages which +lay in their route. + +About noon they stopped at a retired and shady spot on the banks of the +river, to give the horses time to get a little rest and refreshment. + +So Edward and his mother seated themselves on the green bank; and she +let him take off his cap and dip his fingers in the clear bright stream, +which she told him was running to swell the waters of the great ocean. +It was a lovely day; the air was full of the sweet scent of the early +flowers, and the grass was green and bright with the freshness of +Spring. + +"What is that running up the tree, mother?" asked Edward; "see what +bright _quick_ eyes it has, and a bushy tail;--there he goes, +mother!" + +[Illustration: The Squirrel.] + +"That is a squirrel, my dear; a _brown_ squirrel. They are not all +like this one. There are _black_ and _gray_ squirrels; and in +some very cold countries, _white_ ones. But hark! my son; what +sound is that?" + +Edward listened, and heard something like the sound of a little hammer +against a tree. He ran into the wood, and there he saw a little bird +knocking with its bill against the trunk of a tree, just as if it wanted +some one to _open the door!_ Soon he saw it draw out of the bark of +the tree, a little worm, which hung upon the end of its tongue as if it +had been a hook! His mother told him this little bird, was called a +woodpecker, and this was the way it took its food. + +Edward's father now put him in the carriage, and they proceeded on their +journey. For the first few miles Edward could think of nothing but the +squirrel, the bird, and the pleasant spot where he had been looking at +them. Then he began to think of the friends he was going to see, and +wondered what his cousins would say, and how they would look when they +saw him. + +A short time before sunset, they stopped before a neat and pretty +cottage, with a large yard before it; in which two rosy boys and a sweet +little girl were playing together. + +"There, Edward," said his mother, "are your cousins, William, George, +and Ann, all clapping their hands with joy at seeing us; and there is +aunt Harriet just coming to the door with her baby in her arms." + +Oh, what a joyful time these little cousins had. Edward told all the +wonders he had seen, and William and George told of many more that they +would show him. George said he should ride on his little pony, and +William promised to show him all his pet rabbits, while Ann insisted +that he would be delighted to see her pretty chickens, and to go to her +play-room, and see her dolls. + +Before dark, Edward's aunt called the children to supper, and they all +sat down to the table, where Mrs. Wilson gave them some nice new bread, +and fresh butter, with some beautiful honey in the honey-comb, such as +Edward had never seen before. He was quite hungry, as well as much +fatigued with his day's ride, and as soon as he had finished his supper, +he went into the parlor, and kissing his parents, he bade them and all +his friends _good night_, and retired to rest. But before he got +into bed, he knelt down and thanked GOD for taking care of him through +the day, and prayed that He would protect and care for him through the +night. + +The next morning the children were all up early, and Edward went out +with his cousins to see William's rabbits. He was delighted with the +beautiful little animals, and asked a great many questions about them, +which William kindly answered. He admired them so much that he could +hardly be persuaded to leave them, till Ann told him he would not be +as obedient as the young rabbits were, if he did not go in at once, +for her mother had twice called them to go in and get their breakfasts. + +Just as Edward had finished his breakfast, he looked out and saw a +beautiful bird sitting on the branch of a young apple-tree, eating the +tender buds, and singing most sweetly. + +[Illustration: The Bullfinch.] + +"There is that mischievous _bullfinch_ again," said Mr. Wilson; "if +I do not drive him away, I shall never have an apple on that favorite +young tree of mine." Then he took down his gun and went into the garden, +followed by the children. But Mr. Wilson was a kind man and would not +harm a living thing. So he pointed the gun away from the bird and fired. +The loud report not only frightened the bird, but startled little Edward +also, which made his cousins laugh heartily. The children all thought +they had rather lose the apples than such a pretty bird, and were not +quite satisfied with Mr. Wilson for sending him away. To divert their +minds, he told them to put on their hats, and take a ramble in the +fields with him, and perhaps he would walk with them up the high hill +near his farm, if their little visitor thought his legs were strong +enough to climb so high. Edward thought they were; so they set off, +shouting and racing through the fields, while Mr. Wilson followed +leisurely in the road. + +They found it rather hard work to climb the hill, which was very steep, +but when they got to the top, they were well paid for all their trouble. +They could see many pretty towns, with the beautiful river gliding along +through them, and many high hills, like the one they were on, far away +in the distance. Mr. Wilson pointed out and told them the names of the +different villages which were in sight, and thus amused and instructed +them till they were all well rested. Then they started down the hill, +and except a few tumbles, reached the foot of it in safety. + +Mr. Wilson then led the way for a walk over his large farm. In one of +the fields they stopped to see a flock of sheep. Among them were a great +number of pretty white lambs, skipping and jumping about, kicking up +their little legs, wagging their tails, and looking so innocent and +happy, that Edward could not bear to leave them. But his cousins, who +were accustomed to these things, were impatient to be gone, and Edward +was soon scampering after them, from field to field;--first to see the +men plowing, where George mounted one horse and William another, and +rode before the plows for a few minutes; then, leaving Mr. Wilson there, +they chased the butterflies, and picked the early flowers, as they +ranged through other fields, until they came to a pleasant little piece +of woods, where they stopped to look at the old hollow oak, in which all +four could just crowd in. Here they stopped to rest a little, and to +watch the labors of a a pretty bird building its nest on the branch of a +neighboring tree. + +Then they wandered down in a meadow to get a drink of water from a fine +spring near the foot of a huge old tree, and having refreshed +themselves, turned their steps homewards. On their way, the cousins +showed Edward a shining little brook of clear water, which ran murmuring +through their farm, and pointed out a great many objects which were +quite new to him. It was a pleasant and joyful ramble to them all; but +Edward was well tired when they reached home. + +[Illustration: The Ferry.] + +The next day Edward and his parents started for home. He was sorry to +leave his cousins, but he began to wish to see his brothers and sisters +once more. It was a pleasant morning, and Mr. Jones decided to take a +different route from the one they had traveled before. Edward was +delighted with the fine scenery which this new route opened to his view. +In the afternoon they came to the river side, where there was a ferry. A +large boat was there, for the horses and carriage, and a small one in +which Edward and his parents seated themselves and were soon rowed +across; The sun had not yet set, but threw a bright yellow light on the +water, that made it look like gold. Edward did not wonder that the geese +and ducks were so fond of swimming about on it, and he felt sorry when +they reached the opposite shore, and his pleasant sail was over. Then he +and his mother sat down on the green bank to look at the beautiful sight +before them, while the horses and carriages were coming across. There +was the river all smooth and shining like gold, and beyond it were the +high mountains, looking like purple clouds, and opposite, the sun was +setting in all the rich splendor of a summer evening. + +Soon the carriage drove up, and they all got in and continued their +journey. Edward saw nothing that pleased him so much as that river, and +often wished that he could sail over it again in the little boat. But +soon they drew near home, and then he began to think of the joyful +meeting he should have with his brothers and aunt Mary. + +The first thing they saw as they came near the house, was Edward's dog, +Romeo, who came running up to the carriage, barking, wagging his tail, +and looking as much pleased as Edward was. + +I need not tell you how happy the children were, nor what they said the +night Edward got home; nor how delighted he was in telling of all the +sights he had seen. But I think he learned enough during this pleasant +journey, to make him a somewhat wiser, if not a happier little boy. + +END. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: Back Cover] + + +BABCOCK'S +No. 3 TOY BOOKS, +NEW SERIES, +MORAL, INSTRUCTIVE, AND +ENTERTAINING, + +ALL BEAUTIFULLY +EMBELLISHED +WITH +SUPERIOR +ENGRAVINGS. + +EDITED BY +THOMAS TELLER. + + * * * * * + +CHILDREN'S BOOKS +OF +EVERY DESCRIPTION + +CONSTANTLY PUBLISHING + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10796.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10796.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7604ad96d3081ca3a7f939a370379bb961f790ca --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10796.txt @@ -0,0 +1,366 @@ + + +The + +STORY + +of the + +TWO BULLS + + +WITH ORIGINAL ENGRAVINGS + + + +NEW YORK: +Daniel Burgess & Co. + +1856 + + + + +THE STORY OF THE TWO BULLS. + + +In former times, my story tells, + There lived one Deacon R., +And not the worst man in the world, + Nor best was he, by far. + +His fields were rich, his acres broad, + And cattle were his pride; +Oxen and sheep, and horses, too, + And what you please, beside. + +His brindle cow, the highest prize + Won at the county fair, +For taper limbs and rounded form, + And short and shining hair. + +Old Bonny Gray, a noble steed + Of sure, majestic pace, +Before the deacon purchased him, + Was famous at a race. + +This story he would sometimes tell, + And at the end would say, +"Alas! such sports are far from right; + But Bonny won the day!" + +Still, more than all, the spotted bull + Had filled the deacon's mind; +His back so straight, his breast so broad, + So perfect of his kind. + +And when 'twas said that Moses Grimes, + A justice of the peace, +Had got the likeliest bull in town, + The deacon had no ease. + +So off he rode to see the squire, + And put this question straight: +"Say, don't you want another bull, + And don't yours want a mate?" + +The squire, perceiving at a glance + All that the man was after, +"Just forty pounds will buy my bull," + Quoth he, with ready laughter. + +And when the beast was brought to view, + And carefully surveyed, +Of deepest red, its every point + Of excellence displayed. + +"I'll take him at your price," said he-- + "Please drive him down to-morrow, +And you shall have the money, sir, + If I the cash can borrow." + +So saying, turned he on his steed, + The nimble-footed Bonny; +To-morrow came, and came the bull-- + The deacon paid the money. + +The sun was hid behind the hills-- + The next day would be Sunday; +"You'll put him in the barn," said he, + "And leave him there till Monday." + +The deacon was a man of peace, + For so he claimed, albeit +When there was war among the beasts, + He always liked to see it. + +"How will the bulls together look, + And which will prove the stronger? +'Twere sin to wish the time to pass-- + 'Twould only make it longer." + +Such thoughts as these, on Sabbath morn, + Like birds of evil token, +Flew round and round the deacon's mind-- + Its holy peace was broken. + +Beyond the hills the steeple rose, + Distant a mile or two. +Our deacon's house and barns and bulls + Were well concealed from view. + +"Be ready all, to meeting go; + Perhaps I may not come-- +A curious fluttering near my heart + Calls me to stay at home." + +As thus he spake, his careful wife + Replied with anxious tone, +"I'll stay with you; 'twere dangerous + To leave you all alone." + +"No," answered he--"go, every one; + I've had the same before, +And, with a little medicine, + No doubt 'twill soon be o'er. + +"Run, Peter, run for Bonny Gray, + Nor tarry till you find him; +I've often heard his own or say + He'd carry all behind him." + +The carriage stands before the door; + They enter--one, two, three; +The deacon says, "There's room for more-- + Enough for Parson G." + +The parson was a portly man-- + The deacon loved to joke; +But afterwards, as it befell, + Was sorry that he spoke. + +They move to join the gathering throng + Within the house of prayer. +Now ceased the bell its solemn peal-- + The deacon was not there. + +Where was he, then? Perhaps you'll say + In easy chair reclining, +The glimmer of his spectacles, + Upon his Bible shining. + +Ah, no! See you that earnest man, + With air so bold and free, +Driving a spotted, warlike bull?-- + That very man is he. + +Left to himself, the deacon grave + Tarried not long within, +And, thinking of his sturdy beasts, + Forgot his medicine. + +"I hope the meeting will be full, + And I shall not be missed," +Softly he breathed, and, looking round, + He murmured, "All is whist!" + +Thus on he drove that spotted bull, + And near the gateway placed him, +And when the other one came out, + It happened so, he faced him. + +"When Greek meets Greek," the deacon said, + "Then comes the tug of war;" +But such another tug, I ween, + The deacon never saw. + +Like sudden thunderbolts they met, + The spotted and the red. +Those bulls will never fight again-- + The spotted one is dead. + +All gored and prostrate in his blood, + He lies upon the ground, +While the unsated red one toward + The deacon made a bound. + +Down from the bars where he was perched. + Aghast, the good man sprung, +And if you'd seen him go it, _then_, + You'd said that he was young. + +Still after him with fury + The bull did rush and roar, +And was very near the deacon + When he reached the outer door. + +Through kitchen and through parlor fine, + Breathless, the poor man flew, +And lo! the bull is at his heels + And in the parlor too. + +A flight of stairs is all that's left + Between him and despair; +He springs to gain the top, and falls, + A sober deacon, there. + +But to his ears terrific sounds + Rise from the room below-- +Tables and glasses, chairs and all, + Crash, crash, together go! + +Upon the wall a mirror hung, + Of massive, gilded frame, +Which had reflected many a squire + And many a worthy dame. + +There last, not least, the raging beast + Descried his form at length, +And deemed it was another bull + Coming to try his strength. + +He plunged to meet his threatening foe, + But fought himself, alas! +While all around in fragments flew + The shattered looking glass! + +"What will come next?" the deacon cries; + "This is too much for one day: +My rifle's loaded, and I'll try + To stop this noise on Sunday." + +With trembling hand he seized the gun, + With wary step descended; +He aimed, he fired, he killed the bull, + And thus the battle ended. + +To yonder house we turn again, + And to the quiet throng +The preacher now has said, Amen! + Now ends the choral song. + +And friendly speech and courtesies + And shake of hands go round, +And each inquires the other's health, + All as in duty bound. + +"How is your spouse?" the parson said; + "I see he's not at meeting." +"This morning, sir," the wife replied, + "His heart was strangely beating. + +"I hope you'll call and see him soon" + "That I shall gladly do." +"Ride down with us--the carriage waits; + There's room enough for you." + +All seated now, with solemn air, + And with a placid smile, +Such words of truth the parson spoke + As might their fears beguile. + +Lo! they alight, the gate in sight-- + "What's that?" the matron said. +Says Peter, "It's the spotted bull, + And I believe he's dead." + +Thus all, amazed, a moment gazed, + And quickly turn about; +In doleful plight, the deacon sighs, + "Murder will surely out! + +"Where shall I go? What shall I do? + I'm caught--I am a sinner! +My wife, good soul--my wife has brought + The parson home to dinner!" + +And with a little spice of wit, + To which he was inclined, +Though none to spare the deacon had, + He thus relieved his mind: + +"I've often heard the preacher say + That good may come of evil; +Still every hour, with all our might, + We must resist the devil. + +"If horn and hoof be any proof, + And if the foot be riven, +Surely I am the very man + That with the beast has striven!" + +Now hurried steps without are heard, + And earnest voices blend; +"I'm in a vice," the deacon groans-- + "When will this torture end?" + +Young Peter, being first within, + For he had run ahead, +Loudly exclaims, "Another bull + Lies in the parlor, dead!" + +They enter all, with hands upraised + And faces filled with wonder-- +There stood confessed the deacon's case, + And all were struck with thunder. + +The tale flew quickly round, and woke + Much pity and more laughter; +But not a word the deacon spoke + Of his two bulls thereafter. + + + + +Listen! listen to my song, + There is meaning in it; +You may know it sha'nt be long-- + Only half a minute. + +Have you ever read the tale-- + Have you heard the story-- +How two bulls together fought + On the field of glory? + +And how a famous hero + Thought it was so cunning, +How he became a master + Of the art of running? + +And how he was so frightened, + In getting up the stairs; +And how he heard the breaking + Of all his china-wares? + +And how his heart was swelling + Up like a pot of yeast; +And how he took a rifle, + And fired it at the beast? + +And how the parish preacher + Had heard that he was sick, +And losing not a moment, + Did come to see him quick? + +And how the rumor flourished, + 'Mongst people young and old, +And how they sighed, and how they laughed + To hear the story told? + +If you have read, remember + The moral of this book-- +Whoever takes the devil's bait, + Is sure to feel the hook. + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of the Two Bulls, by John R. Bolles + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10931.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10931.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6bffc00afce85864d9379d5c757137efcb429b75 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10931.txt @@ -0,0 +1,255 @@ + + +THE LULLABY + +WITH ORIGINAL ENGRAVINGS + + +NEW LONDON: +JOHN R. BOLLES + +[Illustration] + + + + +EVENING SONG. + + Twilight dews are on the roses, + Little birds are in the nest, + On the green the lamb reposes-- + Rest thee, little darling, rest. + + While my babe is sweetly sleeping, + Silent stars are bright above, + And the angels' eyes are keeping + Over thee their watch of love. + + Precious child! may that blest Saviour + Who for us a child was born, + Guard thee now and guard thee ever-- + Keep thee safely, night and morn! + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + + +THE ROBINS. + + Two little robins made a nest-- + 'Twas in the warm spring weather; + They built it out of sticks and straws + And little bits of feather. + + It was upon an apple bough, + With blossoms all around it; + So neatly wove and fitted in + That no one ever found it. + + And there four little birds lay hid, + With nice green leaves to shield them, + And there they peeped and flapped about, + And well the old ones fed them. + + And when the hawk comes hovering near, + The speckled hen gives a cry of fear, + And the little chickens, every one, + Up to her in a moment run, + Safely hide beneath her wings. + Oh! the nice old speckled hen, + With her pretty chickens ten. + + * * * * * + + + +LULLABY. + + There, lullaby, and I will sing to you + A little song about a yellow bird + That made a nest upon a currant bush, + And sung the sweetest that you ever heard, + Lullaby, lullaby! + + There were two little birds that built the nest; + One sat and sung upon the garden wall, + The other, with her warm and downy breast, + Covered the eggs so beautiful and small. + Lullaby, lullaby! + + One day some little birds came peeping out, + And then they opened wide their mouths for food; + The yellow birds flew down and skipped about, + And brought them something very nice and good. + Lullaby, lullaby! + + And so they grew and grew, till puss, one day, + Tore down the pretty nest with sudden rush, + But Johnny saw, and took the birds away, + And placed them in the nest, back on the bush. + Lullaby, lullaby! +The old ones found them safe, poor trembling things; + They smoothed and fed them, and that very day + They taught them how to spread their little wings, + And 'mong the garden trees to soar away. + Lullaby, lullaby? + + * * * * * + + + +SNOW. + + The snow, the snow is coming, + So graceful and light, + All over every thing, + Beautiful and white. + + A thousand, thousand snow-flakes, + They're swimming in the air; + They fall upon the cherry-trees, + And hang like blossoms there. + + They are coming, coming, coming, + As far as I can see; + They 'light, like little fairy birds, + Upon the old oak tree. + + Each flake of snow is pretty-- + A spangle or a gem; + But they melt away in dew-drops-- + I can not treasure them. + + They melt beneath the sunbeam, + They sink into the ground, + And where they vanish, by-and-by, + Sweet flowers will be found, + + And I am told they moisten + And make the flowrets grow; + So, welcome, very welcome, + Are the gentle flakes of snow. + + Poor lammie! what a pity + One little foot is hurt, + And the face that was so pretty + Is covered with the dirt! + + But up, and never mind it; + A little brook is near-- + Among the grass you'll find it-- + The water's cool and clear. + + I guess you will feel better-- + Step in and take a drink; + That shallow brook of water, + With flowers around the brink. + + * * * * * + + + +LULLABY. + + A woman gently rocks her easy chair, + With a sweet infant lying on her breast, + The gentle motion waving her long hair, + As thus she sings her little one to rest, + Lullaby, lullaby! + + Another twilight, and my heart is thrilled + Still with thy living beauty; angel feet + This day have trod our threshold, but to shield, + And not to bear thee hence, my baby sweet. + Lullaby, lullaby! + + One radiant star is shining in the west, + A softer radiance is in thine eyes; + Upon the slender stalk the blossoms rest-- + A sweeter blossom on my bosom lies. + Lullaby, lullaby! + + All thou mayest be I dare not image now, + As thou in life shalt bear an earnest part; + Only I pray that on thy spotless brow + The seal of heaven be set, and true thy heart, + Lullaby, lullaby! + + The dew is falling, and the leaves are stirred + With a low whispering of love and power, + And thou art sleepy now, my nestling bird, + Shut thy blue eyes as softly shuts the flower. + Lullaby, lullaby! + + * * * * * + + + +HYMN. + + God who is in heaven + Made all the pretty flowers, + He sends the pleasant sunshine, + And sends the dripping showers. + + He made all living creatures, + And the earth to bring forth food, + And we will love and praise him, + For he is very good. + + * * * * * + + + +2. + + Keep us in the midnight, + Saviour dear, + Through the hours of darkness, + Oh, be thou near! + + Powerless and lowly, + We lean on thy arm-- + Watcher of Israel, + Keep us from harm! + + * * * * * + + + + +WELCOME. + + There comes a little bird + In at the door; + Do see! Upon my word, + It's on the floor. + + Little bird, come and stay; + Here you are welcome, + Or you may fly away + To your own home. + + I will give you bread, + Much as you say; + After you have fed, + You may skip away. + + There, on the cherry-tree, + Build your downy nest, + Or in any other + That you like best, + + Little birds, pretty birds, + Come to my door; + If you have no words, + _Sing_ out for more! + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10981.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10981.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a19a22b361739604aee825fe78a070c91f257fac --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10981.txt @@ -0,0 +1,241 @@ + + +CHILD'S NEW STORY BOOK; + +OR TALES AND DIALOGUES FOR LITTLE FOLKS. + + + +1849. [Publication date on cover: 1850] + + + + I'll watch thy dawn of joys, and mould + Thy little hearts to duty,-- + I'll teach thee truths as I behold + Thy faculties, like flowers, unfold + In intellectual beauty. + + + + + +[Illustration: The Little Ship.] + + +The Little Ship. + + +"I have made a nice little ship, of cork, and am going to let it sail +in this great basin of water. Now let us fancy this water to be the +North-Pacific Ocean, and those small pieces of cork on the side of the +basin, to be the Friendly Islands, and this little man standing on the +deck of the ship, to be the famous navigator, Captain Cook, going to +find them." + +"Do you know that the Friendly Islands were raised by corals?" + +"I suppose they were." + +"Do you know where Captain Cook was born?" + +"He was born at Marton, a village in the North Riding of Yorkshire, +in England." + + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: The Little Girl and the Shell.] + + +The Little Girl and the Shell. + + +When I went to visit a friend, the other day, I saw a little girl with +whom I was much pleased. She sat on a low seat by the fire-side, and +she held in her hand a pretty white sea-shell, faintly tinted with pink, +which she kept placing against her ear; and all the while a settled calm +rested upon her face, and she seemed as if she were listening to the +holy tones of some loved voice; then taking it away from her ear, she +would gaze upon it with a look of deep fondness and pensive delight. +At last I said, + +"What are you doing, my dear?" + +"I am listening to the whisper." + +"What whisper?" I asked. + +"The whisper of the sea," she said. "My uncle sent me this shell, and +a letter in which he said, 'If I placed it against my ear I should hear +the whisper of the sea;' and he also said, he would soon come to us, and +bring me a great many pretty things; and mamma said, when we heard the +whisper of the shell, we would call it uncle Henry's promise. And so +it became very precious to me, and I loved its sound better than sweet +music." + + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: Robert and John.] + + +Robert and John. + + +One fine May morning, Robert and John were told by their mamma to go to +school. So they put on their caps, and having kissed their mamma, were +soon on their way. Now, first they had to pass through a pleasant lane, +with tall elm trees on one side, and a hawthorn hedge on the other; then +across two fields; then through a churchyard, and then up a little +grove, at the end of which was the school-house. But they had not gone +more than half the way down the lane, when John began to loiter behind, +to gather wild flowers, and to pick up smooth little pebbles which had +been washed clean by the rain, while Robert walked on reading his book. +At last, John, calling after his brother, said, "I do not see what is +the use of going to school this fine morning; let us play truant." + +"No," replied Robert; "I will not take pleasure, for which I know I must +suffer in after hours." + +"Nonsense about that," said John; "I will enjoy myself while I can." + +"And so will I," replied Robert; "and I shall best enjoy myself by +keeping a good conscience, and so I will go to school." + +"Very well, Robert, then tell the master that I am ill and cannot come," +said John. + +"I shall do no such thing, John," replied Robert; "I shall simply tell +the truth, if I am asked why you are not with me." + +"Then I say you are very unkind, Robert," said John. + +"You will not go with me, then?" asked Robert, with a tear in his sweet +blue eye. + +"I shall go up into this tree," said John; "and so good morning to you." + +Poor Robert gave one long look at his brother, heaved a deep sigh, and +went on his way. And naughty John sat in the tree and watched him, after +he had crossed the stile, walk along the smooth broad pathway that led +through the field, then enter the church-yard, and stoop to read a verse +on a tomb-stone; then take out his kerchief, wipe a tear from his eye, +look upward to the cloudless heaven, and then he was gone. And John sat +still in the tree, and he said to himself, "Oh! that I were as good as +my brother; but I will go down and follow him." + +So he went down from the tree, leapt over the stile, ran along the +fields, and did not stay to gather _one_ cowslip, though each one made +him a golden bow as he passed. And when he went into the school-room, +though he was only five minutes later than his brother, he told his +master the whole truth, and how naughty he would have been, had it not +been for a kind little thought, which came into his mind, and bade him +try to be as good as his brother. + + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: The Frosty Morning.] + + +The Frosty Morning. + + +"Oh! this clear frosty morning! it makes one feel all life and glee. +I declare I have been running about the garden till I am all of a glow; +and there you sit by the fire, Emma, looking quite dull. Come with me, +and I will show you how the little pond is frozen over." + +"No,--it is so cold, I do not like to go." + +"Oh! put on your bonnet, and tie your shawl round your neck, and, +believe me, you will be warm enough." + +"No, I will not go, and so you need not teaze me any more." + +"O! _I_ will go with you, brother Edwin; _I_ am not cold." + +"Yes, do, there's a dear little Ellen, and I will show you the long +icicles which hang on the front of the arbor; and let us just run to the +field, as I want you to see the hoar frost on the grass, and to feel it +crisp under your feet. Is it not a lovely morning, sister Ellen?" + +"It is indeed, dear brother." + + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: The White Rabbit.] + + +Susan's White Rabbit. + + +Oh! Mary, I have got such a darling white rabbit as I think you never +saw. I do believe it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world; for +I only had it given to me this morning, and yet it will eat clover from +my hand, and let me stroke it, or do any thing I please. And James says +that he will make a little house for it, which cousin Henry will paint +very nice. And papa says, that I must call my little pet, _Snowdrop_, +because he is as white as the drifted snow; and mamma says, that its +two little bright eyes are like rubies. Do you not think, Mary, as +I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world? + + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: The Pet Robin.] + + +The Pet Robin. + + +My brother Frederick has a robin, and he calls him a dear little pet, +he sings so sweetly. Oh! you cannot think how well he knows Freddy. You +should see him early in the morning, when we first come down stairs, or +at any time when we come in from a walk, how he runs to one corner of +his cage, to look at us: and when Fred whistles and says, "My beauty! +my fine fellow!" he stands up so straight, to listen to his kind little +masters voice, and then begins jumping and hopping from one end of the +cage to the other, just as I have seen happy little children jump and +hop about in their sports. + +Sometime ago he was ill, and we were sadly afraid he would die; he used +to sit from day to day, with ruffled feathers and drooping wings; his +food was left untasted, and his pleasant voice was seldom heard; but +in two or three weeks he began to grow better, and to eat his food +as usual, and to pick amongst the green grass of the little sod we +had placed in his cage. Oh, how happy we all were then, especially +Frederick, who took care of him, and watched over him with the greatest +love and tenderness. Indeed, he was well repaid for his care and +anxiety, when his little pet once more began to jump about as blithely +as ever. + +And now, you see, he is quite well, and we treasure his little songs +more than ever we did before, for we never knew how sweet they were +until we were deprived of them. + +And thus it is, dear children, with many blessings we possess; they +become so common to us, that we cease to be thankful for them, and know +not their value until they are taken away. We forget who is the Author +and Giver of all good; we forget that it is through the mercy and loving +kindness of GOD, that we receive food and clothing, and every blessing +we possess. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10987.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10987.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0a482c1987aa95d0c0a1120c543e5878fdf969ef --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10987.txt @@ -0,0 +1,263 @@ + + +LITTLE BEWILDERED HENRY. + +By The Author Of +_Nothing At All_, &c. &c. + + +[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. _See Page 9_] + +The Extraordinary Adventures Of Poor Little Bewildered Henry, +_Who was shut up in an old Abbey for Three Weeks_. + +A Story Founded On Fact. +by +The Author Of "Nothing At All," Etc. + + + +1850. + + + +The Adventures Of _Little Bewildered Henry_ + +[Illustration] + +"Oh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma?" sobbed little Henry, a sweet +child of three years old, as he stood in the lawn, opposite the door, +with the wind blowing his pretty hair and clothes all about him: "Oh, +mamma! mamma! where is you? I don't know where is you, my own mamma." + +"What are you crying for?" said Bill Boldface, a naughty boy in the +village, "eh, what are you crying for, you bold puppy? It's a good +scelping you want. Don't you know what a scelping is, my boy?----a +good whipping." + +"No, no! me don't want a whipping, me don't want a whipping; me want +mamma. Oh! where is you, my own mamma?" + +"Well, she's gone into the wood there; and, if you don't make haste +and run after her, a big pig that's there under the tree, all bloody, +with long ears and cocked tail, will eat her. Run, my boy: that's +right: run, now, run." + +Poor little Henry, much more alarmed for his mamma than for himself, +flew into the wood with the hope of saving her; and having run a good +way without stopping, calling all the time for his dear mamma, he +tripped against a tree and fell: but quickly recovering, he stood up +and continued his race, till, quite exhausted, he sat down on the +grass, and there continued panting and crying bitterly. At last, he +turned round; and what should he see, to his great joy, but his +favourite dog Fidelle. "O, Fidelle! Fidelle!" said the baby, hugging +his little arms round the dog's neck, "O! where's mamma? and where's +papa? and where's nurse? Where, Fidelle? cannot you tell me where?" +But having received no answer, he stood up, and again commenced his +journey, and Fidelle ran on before; and it was astonishing what a +length of way the baby walked, till, at last, he came to the foot of a +high mountain. + +And now night came on, and the wind blew strong and cold; and little +Henry, quite bewildered, turned into a narrow path, shaded by oak, and +elm, and sycamore trees, and the baby again tripped against the root +of one of them, and fell; and his little hand came against a stone, +and he was much hurt, and his heart beat, and the tears streamed down +one of the prettiest little faces that ever was seen, and the wind +blew his pretty hair off his forehead, and it would go to your very +heart to hear his little mournful cry, calling out for his mamma, his +own dear mamma. + +[Illustration: ] + +At length, the moon arose in great splendour, and little Henry saw at +a distance an old abbey, all covered with ivy, and looking so dark and +dismal, it would frighten any one from going in. But Henry's little +heart, occupied by the idea of his mamma, and with grief that he could +not find her, felt no fear; but walking in, he saw a cell in the +corner that looked like a baby-house, and, with Fidelle by his side, +he bent his little steps towards it, and seating himself on a stone, +he leaned his pretty head against the old wall, and fell fast asleep. + +[Illustration:] + +Overcome with fatigue, the sweet baby slept soundly till morning; but +when he awoke Fidelle was gone, and he felt very hungry. And he again +set up his little cry, "Oh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma? Oh! I +want my breakfast! I want my breakfast!" At length, he spied Fidelle +cantering in with something in her mouth, and having laid it by +Henry's side, she darted out of the abbey. Henry took it up: it was a +large piece of white bread, which the faithful creature had met with +somewhere, and brought to her little favourite.[1] + +[Footnote 1: A fact.] + +You may suppose how happy the poor child was to get it; and while he +was eating it, a grey owl marched from her nest in the wall, and began +picking up the crumbs. This greatly amused little Henry; and, in a few +minutes after, there came a great set of sparrows, and a +robin-redbreast, and two of them began to fight. And this made Henry +laugh; and, on the whole, they so occupied him all day, he was less +unhappy than the day before: and, when night came, he lay down near +the nest of the owl and her young ones, and slept soundly. + +Next day, faithful Fidelle again appeared with a piece of boiled beef +in her mouth, which having left at Henry's feet, she scampered off, +and Henry ate heartily, and gave some to the owls. And when he could +forget his mamma, which indeed was not often, these birds used to +amuse his little mind. But, towards evening, getting very thirsty, he +again began to cry, and to call for mamma; and God, who watches over +little infants just the same as if they were grown men, put it into +his little heart to walk outside the abbey, where was a nice stream +running through the grass: and the baby, recollecting he had seen a +boy, the week before, lying on the ground drinking out of a stream +near papa's house, knelt down and took a hearty drink of the clear +water. + +[Illustration: ] + +And now, near a week passed over, Fidelle constantly +bringing a supply of food, and the owls, and the sparrows, and the +robin, sharing the welcome morsel, and affording Henry's little mind +constant amusement and occupation. At length, the little birds began +not to be afraid of Henry; and they would come and hop by his side, +and pick up the crumbs, and almost eat from his hand. And one of them +built its nest close to him, and laid two eggs, and every evening +would sing such a sweet song, that really the baby began to get +reconciled, and used to feel like a little king among them all. And now +we must leave our mighty _monarch_ for a while, and return to his +disconsolate parents. + +[Illustration: ] + +The evening Bill Boldface had met him, and sent him so cruelly into +the wood, mamma was out walking, and on her return enquired for the +baby. + +"O," said papa, "he is safe: I saw him in nurse's arms a few minutes +ago." + +Mamma immediately went up to the nursery, and there heard that nurse +had gone off to see her sister, who lived about two miles distant, +"and, of course," said the nursery-maid, "she has taken Master Henry +with her." + +Impressed with this idea, mamma returned to tea; but when night came, +she began to get very uneasy, for nurse did not return. "O," said +papa, "you know she often remains at her sister's; and though she has +done very wrong in keeping the baby out, yet she is so fond and +careful of him, we need not be uneasy." But what was their distraction +when morning came?--nurse returned, but no baby! + +The whole country was searched, the ponds and lake were searched, +every spot searched but the very place the baby was in. Advertisements +were put in all the papers, and the poor father and mother were near +sinking under the distraction of their mind. Unfeeling Bill Boldface, +who could have set all to rights, had sailed off to America the very +morning after the sweet baby had disappeared. + +At length, one morning, the distracted father perceived Fidelle +jumping upon the table and seizing a large piece of bread, fly off +with it to the wood. The Lord instantly put it in his heart to follow +the dog, who led him into the abbey; and there, surrounded by his +little subjects the birds, fast asleep, (for he had just fallen asleep +on his throne,) lay the little _monarch_. His hand was placed +under his little head, and the leaves of the ivy and the yew were all +scattered about him. "My child! my child!" said the poor father, +darting forward, and snatching him in his arms; "'tis my Henry! my +cherub! my darling! O gracious God! is it indeed my child?" + +[Illustration: ] + +The well-known voice aroused Henry, and flinging his little arms +around papa's neck, he begged to be taken instantly to mamma, saying, +as his happy papa carried him out of the abbey, "Good-bye, little +birds, good-bye: I'll come back to-morrow, and bring you some white +bread; but now I must go see mamma. Good-bye, little birds, good-bye." + +Poor mamma, when she saw him, overcome by her feelings, fainted away. +When she recovered, she threw herself on her knees in gratitude to God +for thus so wonderfully preserving her little darling. + +And now, my children, pause for a moment, and reflect on the goodness +of God so powerfully displayed in this little story. You see how he +directed Fidelle to bring food for the support of this little baby; +you see how wonderfully he was preserved, and how, at length, he was +restored to his parents. Those parents were truly religious, and +_therefore_ their prayers were heard--_For the eyes of the Lord +are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers: but +the face of the Lord is against them that do evil_. (1 Pet. iii. +12.) O my children! love God, and make Christ your friend, and then +they will watch over you as they did over little Henry; and, when you +die, they will take you up to live with themselves, and you shall be +surrounded by the happy angels in heaven. + +Perhaps my little readers may like to hear something of poor Fidelle. +Soon after her visits to the abbey, she had two little pups. One of +them died, but the other Henry reared with the greatest tenderness; +while its good old mother, beloved and even respected (which is not +generally the case with dogs) by all the family, lived to an advanced +age: and when she died, they buried her in the garden, under the +spreading branches of an old sycamore tree. + +Little Henry, trained in the love and fear of God, grew up one of the +best of children. Every where he went, the blessing of God was with +him, for Christ was his friend: and when little Henry had committed a +fault, he would apply to his kind Saviour, who was then always ready +to procure God's pardon for him. In the course of time, his mamma +taught him the following little poem. + + Thou Friend of my childhood, and Guide of my youth, + Thou Father of mercies, and Fountain of truth;-- + Protect and direct me wherever I stray, + And bless little Henry each hour in the day. + + When up in the morning I rise from my bed, + O, let thy kind angels be plac'd o'er my head; + And when at my tasks, at my school, or my play, + Still bless little Henry each hour in the day. + + When night spreads its shade o'er the waves of the deep, + And Henry is sunk in the stillness of sleep, + O, still let thy poor child be dear in thy sight, + And bless little Henry each hour in the night. + +FINIS. + + + +BOOKS + +BY THE SAME AUTHOR, + +_Poems Appropriate For A Sick Or A +Melancholy Hour_. 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Price _1d_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10989.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10989.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0231e98a49248def34b8833c4db3907603ba4c31 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg10989.txt @@ -0,0 +1,263 @@ + + +OUR SAVIOUR + + +Father Tuck's NEW TESTAMENT Series. + + + +[Illustration: Our Savior.] + +Our Saviour. + +[Illustration] + +Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ had been quietly living for many years +at His father's home in Nazareth when John the Baptist began to preach +and prepare the people for His coming, as it had been foretold by an +Angel before His birth that he should do, and we are told that all the +land of Judea, and the people of Jerusalem, roused by his preaching, +went to be baptized by him in the river Jordan, after confessing their +sins. + +John told them that One much greater than he was to come after him, One +whose shoes he was not worthy to unloose, for he could only baptize them +with water and exhort them to repent of their sins while there was yet +time, but He who was to come after would baptize them with the Holy +Ghost. This he did till Jesus Himself came from Nazareth to the Jordan, +and desired John, the companion of His childhood, to baptize Him also. +John objected, saying that he himself had need to be baptized of Jesus, +and was not worthy to perform the office for Him, but our gracious +Saviour insisted till John led Him into the river and baptized Him. + +As they returned to the land a very wonderful thing happened, for the +heavens opened above, and the Spirit of God, in the form of a dove, +descended, and alighted upon Jesus, whilst a voice was heard saying +"This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." + +Then John went on his way, preaching more and more to the people, and +telling every one who would listen to him of the marvellous thing he had +seen; whilst Christ went away by Himself into a lonely place called a +wilderness, where, for forty days, and forty nights, He was tempted by +the devil in all manner of ways, but finding that, by the help of God +His Father, Jesus was enabled to resist all temptation to sin, and would +worship and serve none but the true God, the devil at length left Him, +and "Angels came and ministered unto Him." + +[Illustration] + +From that time, Jesus being then about thirty years of age, He began +to preach, and exhort to repentance as John had done before Him. One +day as He walked beside the sea of Galilee He saw two brothers named +Simon-Peter and Andrew, fishing by the shore. These men He called to Him +and bade them follow Him for He would make them fishers of men, and they +immediately left their nets and followed Him. Presently, as they walked +along the shore, they saw two other fishermen brothers--James and John, +the sons of Zebedee, in a boat with their father, mending the great, +brown nets with which they caught fish on the Syrian coasts, and called +them also, and they too left their nets and their father and followed +Him. They were the first four of the twelve disciples whom Jesus by +degrees gathered about Him, and who were His companions and assistants +in His future work. With His disciples Christ travelled over the whole +land of Syria, now called the Holy Land, teaching in the churches and +preaching about the Kingdom of His Father, and healing all manner of +diseases and sicknesses amongst the people, until the fame of His +sayings and doings spread every where, and the sick and suffering and +diseased were brought to Him from all quarters that He might heal them. +This He never refused to do, for His heart was so overflowing with +divine love and pity for mankind that He could not see suffering or +misery without healing it. + +[Illustration: Jesus is Baptized.] + +[Illustration] + +But so immense grew the multitude of people who began to follow +and press about Him, that He had no room to teach or to preach, no +opportunity to rest and talk quietly with His disciples either night +or day. + +Seeing this He went up a mountain side, and sat down, and His disciples +came to Him, and there He began to instruct the people by preaching +to them that most grand and beautiful sermon called the Sermon on the +Mount, which contains not only the lessons taught by the series of +blessings called "The Beatitudes", at the commencement, but that prayer +of prayers known to every child as the "Lord's Prayer", because it is +the only one which Christ Himself taught word for word with His own +lips, and which has remained unaltered through the nineteen hundred +years which have gone by since He lived on earth. + +[Illustration] + +The people were very much astonished, not only at what Christ preached +to them, but because He spoke as if He had direct authority for what +He said, and this they could not understand, because they had not +forgotten that He was the Son of Joseph the Carpenter of Nazareth. + +When Jesus came down from the mountain side, great multitudes followed +Him, many of whom were sick and entreated Him to heal them, and He not +only did so, but performed many yet greater miracles, such as making +the blind to see and the deaf to hear, and even restoring to life some +that were dead, always however, impressing on those about Him, that it +was not by His own power that He did these things, but by faith in the +Spirit of God His Father who moved within Him. + +After having sufficiently taught His disciples by quiet talks, by +speaking to them through parables and letting them behold the miracles +He Himself performed, until they thoroughly believed in His Divine +power, Christ called the whole twelve around Him and gave them also the +power to perform miracles, to heal all manner of sickness and disease, +and then sent them forth to teach and preach in all the cities of +Israel. He laid upon them many injunctions as to their conduct as +they travelled, how they were to give offence to no one, and to teach +brotherly love and the forgiveness of injuries between man and man as +freely as God had promised to forgive them. + +[Illustration: By the Sea of Galilee.] + +Now and then, by twos and threes, some of the disciples came back +to Jesus to report to Him what they had done and how they had been +received, and how the fame of His Name and teaching was spreading far +and wide; and so it happened that He was seldom without one or two of +these loved and trusted followers about Him as He journeyed, sometimes +stopping a few days in one place, sometimes crossing the inland sea of +Galilee, or going from city to city along the coast in a boat or ship, +but always doing good wherever He went, preaching the Gospel of his +Father, and winning men, women, and children to follow Him. + +Our Saviour had no comfortable home such as you have; often and often He +had nowhere to lay His head at night, but weary and hungry after a long +day's ministry, He would stretch Himself on the ground wherever He might +be at the time, and sleep with the grass for His bed, and the starry sky +for His curtains. + +[Illustration] + +All through His life, which He spent in loving service towards men, our +Saviour was specially kind and tender to little children. One day He was +so much inconvenienced by the number of women with children in their +arms pressing upon Him, and entreating Him to bless their little ones, +that the disciples who were with Him rebuked the mothers; but Jesus said +to them "Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them +not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." Then He told those about Him +that if only they would receive His teaching of the Kingdom of God, and +believe in Him as simply and entirely as little children did, they would +inherit Eternal Life; and He would take the little ones who clustered +round His feet into His loving arms and bless them. + +[Illustration] + +On another occasion when His disciples were disputing as to who should +be the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven, Jesus called a little child +and set him in the midst of them, and said whoever should be as meek and +humble as a little child should be the greatest; and whoever received a +little child with love and reverence in His Name, received Him, and then +He warned them to take heed and not despise little children, and never +to say or do anything that should stain the innocency of their minds +because "In Heaven their angels do always behold the face of My Father." +You, little children who read this book, must remember that you are just +as much the care of your Good Shepherd now, as were those privileged +ones of old who actually saw Him face to face, you must have faith in +Him as they had, and believe that though you cannot see Him now, He is +still, and always at your side, seeing all you do, hearing all you say, +watching over you, and, if you will only let Him, willing to guide you +safely to the Home in Heaven which He has gone to prepare for those that +love Him and try to do His will. + +[Illustration: The Last Supper.] + +Feeling that He must go through Samaria, where He had not yet preached, +our Saviour travelled on alone and came to a well which is called +Jacob's well; being very weary He seated Himself on the edge to rest. +He was very thirsty also, and on a woman coming up with a pitcher, He +asked her to draw Him some water: when He had drunk, He said that if she +knew who He was she would have asked Him for water instead, for He could +give her the Living Water of Everlasting Life. Then He told her who He +was, and she went away to the city telling every one she met Whom she +had seen: some of the disciples then joined Him, and Jesus remained two +days in the city preaching so that many believed in Him, and on the way +back into Galilee He healed a nobleman's son of a mortal sickness. + +[Illustration] + +On returning to Bethany, Jesus heard that Lazarus, the brother of Martha +and Mary, two sisters whom He loved, had died during His absence. Martha +met Him weeping, and told Him of their grief saying "Lord, if Thou hadst +been here, my brother had not died," for she knew Jesus would have saved +him. Jesus Himself wept to see their sorrow, and going to the grave +ordered the stone to be rolled away and called Lazarus to come forth; +Lazarus did so, and many of those present believed in Jesus, but others +went away and told the High Priests and rulers, who were much troubled, +for they said "If we let this man go many will believe in Him, and His +adherents will become too powerful, and will take our nation away from +us." + +The people of Bethany made a supper for our Lord, and Lazarus and Martha +and Mary were there, together with the disciples; the Feast of the +Passover was near, and Jerusalem was crowded, and the Chief Priests +became still more uneasy for more and more of the people every day +believed in Christ, and when they heard He was coming to Jerusalem went +out to meet Him with branches of palm, crying "Hosannah--Blessed is He +that cometh in the Name of the Lord," and the people said "Behold, the +world is gone after Him." + +[Illustration] + +Jesus knew that the time was now come when He should depart from this +world and go to His Father, and told His disciples so, saying they must +not be troubled, for there were many mansions in His Father's House and +He was but going before to prepare a place there for them. Then, being +sorrowful at heart, our Lord went up to a garden called Gethsemane, and +prayed to His Father that the souls of all mankind might be saved and +come at last to share the glory of Heaven. Whilst He prayed, one of His +disciples, who knew where He was, wickedly betrayed Him to the Chief +Priests, and guided a band of soldiers to the garden, who bound Him and +led Him to the High Priest Caiaphas, who in turn sent Him to be judged +by Pontius Pilate the Governor. + +[Illustration: The Ascension.] + +Pilate, when he had heard of what the people accused Jesus, knew that +it was for envy they were excited against Him, and washed his hands +before the multitude, saying he found no fault in Him, and he would have +nothing to do with shedding the blood of an innocent man. "His blood be +on us and our children" cried the people and they roughly dragged Him +away, and beat Him, and made Him carry a heavy cross of wood up Mount +Calvary where they crucified Him, by nailing Him to the cross. Now Mary +the Mother of Jesus, and another woman, also named Mary, and many of the +disciples had followed in the crowd; they could not save our Lord from +His cruel death, but when He was dead, they, together with a good man +called Joseph, were allowed to take His body down from the cross, and +lay it in a tomb belonging to Joseph, hewn out of a rock in a garden, +and they set a great stone upon it. It had been foretold that Jesus +should rise again on the third day, so, fearing that His disciples +should steal away the body, and pretend that He had risen, the Chief +Priests set keepers to guard the tomb. + +[Illustration] + +Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and the other Mary, went to visit the tomb +early in the morning of the third day, and there was a great earthquake +and the Angel of God descended and rolled back the stone and sat upon +it, so that the keepers shook with afright, but the Angel said "Fear +not, for Jesus is not here, He is risen, as He, said." so the two Marys +ran to tell His disciples the great news, and on their way met Jesus +Himself, and they fell at His feet and worshipped Him. He told them to +go and tell His disciples to go into Galilee and He would meet them +there. This He did, and for the last time He met them on a hill side in +Bethany, and again taught them, telling them still to go out into the +world and preach repentance and the remission of sins in His Name. Then +He lifted up His hands, and blessed them, and even as He did so, He was +suddenly carried up into Heaven and hidden from their sight. + +Helen Marion Burnside. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11006.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11006.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0916602aa0508dc9375a6a668a711e122c4e9df7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11006.txt @@ -0,0 +1,882 @@ + + +Copyright (c) 2003 by John Moncure Wetterau + + + + + + + +The Book With + + The Yellow Cover + + + + +John Moncure Wetterau + + + + + +(c) copyright 2003 by John Moncure Wetterau. + +This work is licensed under the Creative Commons +Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial License. Essentially, anyone is free +to copy, distribute, or perform this copyrighted work for +non-commercial uses only, so long as the work is preserved verbatim and +is attributed to the author. To view a copy of this license, visit: +http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd-nc/1.0/ or send a letter to: +Creative Commons +559 Nathan Abbott Way +Stanford, California 94305, USA. + +ISBN #: 0-9729587-0-3 + +Published by: +Fox Print Books +137 Emery Street +Portland, ME 04102 + +foxprintbooks@earthlink.net +207.775.6860 + + + +Some of these poems first appeared in: Poetry East-West, The Maine +Sunday Telegram, The Maine Times, Nostoc, Backwoods Broadsides, +H.O.M.E., Headcheese, Chants, Backwoods Broadsides Chaplet Series, CafĂ© +Review, and To Keep You Company. + + + + +for w.cat + + + + +I had a book of Chinese and Japanese poems that I gave to a friend on +the west coast. It was a very small book with a yellow cover, stapled +together. No adornments. Just the poems, alive after hundreds of years. + J.M.W. + + + + +The Japanese Mason + +Without haste, gathering +scrape of the trowel, +slap of cement, +reaching for a block, +setting and tapping it level, +turning with the wheelbarrow, +graceful, sweating, +freed +of every moment. + + Kauai + + + + +Sweet Hawaii + +Even if somebody did steal +my battery, generator, oil cap, +visegrips last night, +I passed the test to be a taxi driver, +and even if I don't have the money +to buy a _Charley's Taxi_ shirt, +congratulations to me. +I'll figure something out. +I'll have coffee in _Everybody's Bake Shop; _ +I'll write Varve and Finn, +tell them I love them, +tell them sweet Hawaii +going to be our new home. + + Honolulu + + + + + + +Bus Stop + +14, eyes of a deer + in bamboo. + +16, heavier, going to school + without her books. + + King Street + Honolulu + + + + +For Rob + +Handsome Rob. +Half the women hate you; +the other half +will give you anything. +Deep in Nam: +your buddy shot, tracheotomy. +"He died happy," you told me, +"he believed I was going to +save him." +Perhaps he knew +he would lie in your arms +forever. + + + + + +Too Big + +Listening to Schubert +while Great-Aunt Hannah +embroiders on the wall, +and darkness closes-- +what have we come to? +We've gone wrong, +too big +to find our way by song, +light +falling on a face +and handkerchief, +illumination +in the manner +of Rembrandt. + + + +Peter's Answer + +Little Blue Heron, young, still white, +by the north causeway bridge-- +stick legs, too thin +for the swelling body, +the visual weight of feathers, +stepping slowly in shallow water, +long toes trailing limply, then +extending, three splayed forward, +one back. Brilliant neck +curving, poised. Dagger beak +the same gray as legs and toes. +Why is nature beautiful? +The lust for pattern, Peter said. +The heron's head rose and twisted, +circular eye, light brown, orange +rimmed, ancient intelligence +asking a different question. +I was unmoving, not dangerous. +The heron turned to hunt, +brush, a cloud above the river. + + New Smyrna Beach, + Florida + + + + +Wally's Poem + +Dolphins surge up and under. +Mozart's soprano +stitches the heart together. +Washes for a watercolor. + +An ant crosses my foot. +Wallace Klitgaard; +_Epitome of Splendor_-- +ants, sun, one's lot. +He typed it himself, +showed it to me on the bus +38 years ago. +He was grinning, +the glad no age +that we become, bent +to making clumsy prayer. + + + + +Morning, Maine Honolulu + +Early mist breaking +on low tide, mud smell. +Ducks, the small birds, +the rooster down the road +begin to sing the air, +the light, the whole +enormous chance + +grateful as the old people +reclaiming Pauahi Street, +seeing each other in doorways +after the night. + + + + +I Would + +In 1948 +I walked all the way +to 14th Street +to buy a bow and arrow. +It was 30 cents; I had 29. + +The woman sold it to me anyway +and I was free and happy +on Sixth Avenue +as any Indian. + +If I could find her tonight, +I would keep death far away. + + +For Anita Bartlett, +Too Late + +Why cannot blue be enough? +Light in the sky, dark in the sea, +the shades between. +The green of fields, +red clover, buttercups. +Bridal white of apple blossoms, +burial earth, hawk's feather, snakeskin. +Monarchs, Anita, +feeding on purple aster, +fluttering up, +sun glowing orange, brown, bronze +through black edged wings, twenty +joining twenty joining a hundred, +down, up, over, from +color to color +to Mexico. + + + + + + +Clouds booming over +the washed woods, +blue sun, Finn eats +chop suey from a pot +while I shave. +Six months to dismantle +the dead rooms of a marriage, +down to a borrowed tent, +patches of snow, and invisibly, +all around us, sap rising +in its own sweet time. + + April, Maine + + + + + +Alexis + +Icons, coal mines, Ten Mile Creek, +the Monongahela, +a long way to this house +by the Kennebec, +sitting erect, +brushing your hair, +fire and peace in your cheeks, +preparing for the further +steppes of feeling. + + + +Back In Town + +Billy Frailly's got a new shirt, +shaved and walking down the road +ready for anything. +When I was in fifth grade +Billy powered his bike up Church Hill +(black Stetson, yellow kerchief). +I helped him shovel out Mrs. Cowell's +parking place. He did most of the work, +but he split the money fifty-fifty. +He's an outcast now; +no frontier he can reach. +But he's not crying, and we know +there is no virtue, only consequence +and the sometimes music +of a new shirt. + + Woodstock + + + + +Bluejay Feather + +Bluejay feather +in the grass. +Something was here +once, +A flash of color, +a harsh cry, +and it was gone. +The feather remains: +tough, precise, +useful + + For Sylvester + On his 40th + + + + + + +Talking To Myself + +Early dark blue, one jet trail +arching past Venus, +snow coming tomorrow. +My mother, +unable to move. +Hit it down the road, seven hours, +stand by her bed, +acknowledge the bond of blood, +the sensitivity +she could never handle, +that I have ridden to beauty +beyond all expectation. + + + + +Wilson Street + +Low gray sky. +Cold. Still. +Christmas tree upside down, +tinsel on dirty snow. +A yellow balloon +bounces slowly +across Wilson Street. +A black cat +glides three steps up, +turns in a doorway. + + Portland + + + +On Looking At A Mediocre Painting + +Thin paint. No passion. +We would agree, I know, +although we met only once-- +some things are in the blood. +Mustard, orange, navy blue +around a fake significance. + +The loss of Ireland, the 19th century, +what were you to do? + +Fuck the beautiful, the gifted +(my mother before she went crazy); +leave the clanging cockroach cold +behind (Bobby); +find the best (Pollock, Kline, +Noguchi, Nakian), +live uptown (Kevin); +die finally. + +Well, ashes to ashes then. + +But the three of us--your sons, +scattered to separate lives-- +one way or another +we carry you on, +this eye, +this fist within. + + Sean + + + + + + + +Every Moment + +Sun warms +one side of the alley. +A young woman smiles at me, +surprised by her new beauty. +Sex, tenderness, cobblestones. +Once I was a Venetian +with my last gold coin. +Once I broke my vows +and left the Order. +Arms around her legs, +the blue milk crate +on which she sits, the +kitchen door propped open +with a mop--every moment +like this. + + Portland + + + + +For Tamey + +Drove over the bridge today, +saw the water far below +and once again imagined +your last jump-- +desperation, pain, relief, +a twist of gallantry +across your face, +your final bow to the truth +you always told me to tell. +You sure as hell saved my life. +Tamey, I could never say goodbye. +I miss you. I wish +you could have played with Finnegan. + + + + + + +Rough cloth, +the gathering of giant ferns +woven together, supple, bending, +energy moving up your spine, +mind dancing in the night, +Palm Tree Exercise. + + Kailua + + + +The Early Ones + +Black night turns dark blue, +a wedge of lighter blue, +dim gray. +Outposts on the beach +become aware of each other: +narrow stones +aligned to the east, +grouped around a driftwood stick +sixteen inches high. +In an hour-- +sheltered by grass, overhanging +edge of the continent-- +they will cast long thin shadows; +they will be first, +brave against the day. + +For an anonymous sculptor, +Crescent Beach, Maine + + + + + +Warm Sake + +Warm sake, sashimi maguro, +blood red slices on a wooden block, +light green chicory, pickled ginger. +Outside: harbor ice rocking in the tide, +translucent, thin dark edges +swirling in black water. + + Shiki + Portland + + + + +Leaving Finn + +Las Cruces at dusk, +necklace on the desert. +Back in Tucson, Finn +recovering from surgery, +sweat on his nose, +trying to smile, whispering, +"Have a good trip, Dad." + + + + +Late Breakfast + +Red nails, +gold cigarette, +young pampered mouth, +hair drawn back, +a sense of having reached +her limits, +a perfect twenty-two. +There was a moment +when she chose all this. + +I must begin again, +without shame. + + Wailana Coffee Shop + Honolulu + + + + +Spring Dream of SueSue + +Perfectly quiet +a trout lets me hold him. + +You surface laughing, +dark hair, +blue shirt unbuttoned. + + March + + + + +Lament For Paul + +Scratching your beard, excited, +"Fantastic," you said about +the Beatles' new record. +The next night you played +your own shy songs, surprising us. +You were crushed beneath your car, +but your songs, Paul, I heard them. +We all heard them. + + Woodstock + + + +For Coyote + +I think of you drinking, dancing, +unable to sleep, reading until first light, +a blanket drawn around your shoulders, +afternoons, working your wheel until +the time to mingle with true hearts, +raise glasses, hug, laugh, +help as you can. +We are all dying, slower or faster, +but it hurts to watch. +And out of the numb exuberant wreckage of your days +come these raku pots-- +graceful open shapes, lines freely +scratched into the clay, deep turquoise, +copper glazes, extravagant, surprised, +too beautiful for tears. + + + + +After Months + +Shifting unstable air, +patches of light, +raindrops standing on +the candy red gas tank +of a Kawasaki 750. +Coming down harder, +bouncing off the seat, +dripping from the tips +of black rubber handgrips, +tach speedometer needles +resting on their zero pegs, +twin mirrors focused back. + + October, + Maine + + + + +Fortune Cookie + +Almond lemon gritty on the tongue, +--_TIMES LONG AGO WILL PRESENT +A SPECIAL TREASURE TO YOU_-- +A moment whole again? +To see more clearly, Trudi, 17, +washing in the Woodland Valley +stream. Tamey, +giving me another nickel +to play pinball. +Barbara's smile, wanting a child. +My grandfather's arm, levering +a floor board, skin hanging +from his biceps cord, +holding while I nailed. +So many treasures I can't quite see. + + + + + +Wrecking Ball, Commercial Street + +Salmon streaks of pulverized brick, +white pigment, tar, nicked and scarred +in every direction, patina of blows +on a mute obdurate interior. +Six weeks I carried it until +the beautiful surface cast off, +weightless. The iron opened from +the inside out and like a new bell +began to sing. + + For Elena + + + + +The Polynesian Navigator + +Swells current, +sky rimmed, +shell on a stick chart +promise of land, +alone and +singing. + + + + +Kahuna's Way + +Twisting through high cane, +silver green, tossing in the trade winds, +toward the mountain wall +dark green jagged, deep shadows +where a warrior prayed, +ancient silence, Kahuna's way, +beyond King Sugar +and the city that is coming. + + Hulemalu Road + Kauai + + + + +41, In The Honolulu Public Library + +Like beautiful fish +moving slowly through coral, +they eddy through the library, +dark hair, bright dark eyes, +the wisdom of their mothers +lying gravely on their faces; +ready to love, to stay, +they flick away +on currents deep and proper. + + + +For Catherine, someday +in a quiet hour, wondering +what is possible + +When I hold your mother +while she holds me, +all that was, is; +the future comes +moment to moment, +complete. +For this, salmon swim +their river, elephants +remember, wild geese +call out at dusk. +I fought and risked, +trusted and betrayed. +How can you find another +before you find yourself, +traveling the heart's way, +alone, unsure, knowing only +that you must? + + + + + +Rage's Place + +Put your forehead +on the ground and +pound your fists. +Curl on your side, +close your eyes, +scream silently. +You will not be +answered. No. +But your cries-- +your cries will be +clothes and flowers, +honor +for the journey. + + for David and Louisa + + + + + + + +The Purkinje Shift + +All day, snow, +now turning gray, +trees darker +in the fading light, +violet peace +before the night, +slowly drifting +toward the solstice. + + December + + + + +Bee Fantasy + +Reaching, high on +the shoulders +of thinner air, +rising with the Queen, +the view! the view! mating +falling and falling +back to meadow, +the warm dark, +first light, +dancing out the maps. + + + + +The American Way + +F18's screaming down +wing tip to wing tip, +brave, lethal, steady nerve. +Johnny Copeland's lead guitar +ripping through the air, +taking us faster, inverting, 6 G's, +dark forehead, sweat, hot and loose. +Face at the bar, arched eyebrows, +black hair back, wide mouth, +brooding, sensual, slightly battered. +Fighters, blues man, beauty, +power at the edge, +the American way. + + Maine + + +The Sculptor's Trade + +On white stands: +azure/turquoise branches, +flow and knuckle taken +by poured bronze-- +bent, welded, gripped, +held, colored-- +artifacts, works in progress, +ship's ribs, basketry, +child's play. +Hands dream as they fashion, +remember what they feel +(her thin shoulder, +a 9/16 inch wrench). +Let go. Follow +the sculptor's trade. +Find and shape +what is not known +until it's made. + + For John von Bergen + + + + +Elegy For Simenon + +Fresh air, faintly salty, +smell of bark and fallen apples, +small pond, lily pads, +dark water. White blossoms +tinged with ruby, floating, +heavy with light. +You enter one, still searching. +Slowly, +petals fold around you. + + Deer Isle, Maine + + + + + + +Unfinished + +Your hands +for clothes. +Your legs, +home. +We + + +For w.cat + +Married twice, +once in a church, +once in City Hall, +each good in its way. +Now I choose the shade +of a live oak tree, veils +of Spanish moss, +a hundred cicadas +singing in the branches. +You are in the north, +but still we join +beneath this green +and raucous dome +Mated. Complete. +Mindful +of those +alone. + + New Smyrna Beach, + Florida + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11186.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11186.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dc384e3915fdfa026989f8786960f4a003d4ff2d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11186.txt @@ -0,0 +1,334 @@ + + +CAPTAINS ALL + +By W.W. Jacobs + + + +OVER THE SIDE + +[Illustration: "Over the Side."] + +Of all classes of men, those who follow the sea are probably the most +prone to superstition. Afloat upon the black waste of waters, at the +mercy of wind and sea, with vast depths and strange creatures below them, +a belief in the supernatural is easier than ashore, under the cheerful +gas-lamps. Strange stories of the sea are plentiful, and an incident +which happened within my own experience has made me somewhat chary of +dubbing a man fool or coward because he has encountered something he +cannot explain. There are stories of the supernatural with prosaic +sequels; there are others to which the sequel has never been published. + +I was fifteen years old at the time, and as my father, who had a strong +objection to the sea, would not apprentice me to it, I shipped before the +mast on a sturdy little brig called the _Endeavour,_ bound for Riga. She +was a small craft, but the skipper was as fine a seaman as one could wish +for, and, in fair weather, an easy man to sail under. Most boys have a +rough time of it when they first go to sea, but, with a strong sense of +what was good for me, I had attached myself to a brawny, good-natured +infant, named Bill Smith, and it was soon understood that whoever hit me +struck Bill by proxy. Not that the crew were particularly brutal, but a +sound cuffing occasionally is held by most seamen to be beneficial to a +lad's health and morals. The only really spiteful fellow among them was +a man named Jem Dadd. He was a morose, sallow-looking man, of about +forty, with a strong taste for the supernatural, and a stronger taste +still for frightening his fellows with it. I have seen Bill almost +afraid to go on deck of a night for his trick at the wheel, after a few +of his reminiscences. Rats were a favourite topic with him, and he would +never allow one to be killed if he could help it, for he claimed for them +that they were the souls of drowned sailors, hence their love of ships +and their habit of leaving them when they became unseaworthy. He was a +firm believer in the transmigration of souls, some idea of which he had, +no doubt, picked up in Eastern ports, and gave his shivering auditors to +understand that his arrangements for his own immediate future were +already perfected. + +We were six or seven days out when a strange thing happened. Dadd had +the second watch one night, and Bill was to relieve him. They were not +very strict aboard the brig in fair weather, and when a man's time was +up he just made the wheel fast, and, running for'ard, shouted down the +fo'c's'le. On this night I happened to awake suddenly, in time to see +Bill slip out of his bunk and stand by me, rubbing his red eyelids with +his knuckles. + +"Dadd's giving me a long time," he whispered, seeing that I was awake; +"it's a whole hour after his time." + +He pattered up on deck, and I was just turning over, thankful that I was +too young to have a watch to keep, when he came softly down again, and, +taking me by the shoulders, shook me roughly. + +"Jack," he whispered. "Jack." + +I raised myself on my elbows, and, in the light of the smoking lamp, saw +that he was shaking all over. + +"Come on deck," he said, thickly. + +I put on my clothes, and followed him quietly to the sweet, cool air +above. It was a beautiful clear night, but, from his manner, I looked +nervously around for some cause of alarm. I saw nothing. The deck was +deserted, except for the solitary figure at the wheel. + +"Look at him," whispered Bill, bending a contorted face to mine. + +I walked aft a few steps, and Bill followed slowly. Then I saw that Jem +Dadd was leaning forward clumsily on the wheel, with his hands clenched +on the spokes. + +"He's asleep," said I, stopping short. + +Bill breathed hard. "He's in a queer sleep," said he; "kind o' trance +more like. Go closer." + +I took fast hold of Bill's sleeve, and we both went. The light of the +stars was sufficient to show that Dadd's face was very white, and that +his dim, black eyes were wide open, and staring in a very strange and +dreadful manner straight before him. + +"Dadd," said I, softly, "Dadd!" + +There was no reply, and, with a view of arousing him, I tapped one sinewy +hand as it gripped the wheel, and even tried to loosen it. + +He remained immovable, and, suddenly with a great cry, my courage +deserted me, and Bill and I fairly bolted down into the cabin and woke +the skipper. + +Then we saw how it was with Jem, and two strong seamen forcibly loosened +the grip of those rigid fingers, and, laying him on the deck, covered him +with a piece of canvas. The rest of the night two men stayed at the +wheel, and, gazing fearfully at the outline of the canvas, longed for +dawn. + +It came at last, and, breakfast over, the body was sewn up in canvas, and +the skipper held a short service compiled from a Bible which belonged to +the mate, and what he remembered of the Burial Service proper. Then the +corpse went overboard with a splash, and the men, after standing +awkwardly together for a few minutes, slowly dispersed to their duties. + +For the rest of that day we were all very quiet and restrained; pity for +the dead man being mingled with a dread of taking the wheel when night +came. + +"The wheel's haunted," said the cook, solemnly; "mark my words, there's +more of you will be took the same way Dadd was." + +The cook, like myself, had no watch to keep. + +The men bore up pretty well until night came on again, and then they +unanimously resolved to have a double watch. The cook, sorely against +his will, was impressed into the service, and I, glad to oblige my +patron, agreed to stay up with Bill. + +Some of the pleasure had vanished by the time night came, and I seemed +only just to have closed my eyes when Bill came, and, with a rough shake +or two, informed me that the time had come. Any hope that I might have +had of escaping the ordeal was at once dispelled by his expectant +demeanour, and the helpful way in which he assisted me with my clothes, +and, yawning terribly, I followed him on deck. + +The night was not so clear as the preceding one, and the air was chilly, +with a little moisture in it. I buttoned up my jacket, and thrust my +hands in my pockets. + +"Everything quiet?" asked Bill as he stepped up and took the wheel. + +"Ay, ay," said Roberts, "quiet as the grave," and, followed by his +willing mate, he went below. + +I sat on the deck by Bill's side as, with a light touch on the wheel, +he kept the brig to her course. It was weary work sitting there, doing +nothing, and thinking of the warm berth below, and I believe that I +should have fallen asleep, but that my watchful companion stirred me with +his foot whenever he saw me nodding. + +I suppose I must have sat there, shivering and yawning, for about an +hour, when, tired of inactivity, I got up and went and leaned over the +side of the vessel. The sound of the water gurgling and lapping by was +so soothing that I began to doze. + +I was recalled to my senses by a smothered cry from Bill, and, running to +him, I found him staring to port in an intense and uncomfortable fashion. +At my approach, he took one hand from the wheel, and gripped my arm so +tightly that I was like to have screamed with the pain of it. + +"Jack," said he, in a shaky voice, "while you was away something popped +its head up, and looked over the ship's side." + +"You've been dreaming," said I, in a voice which was a very fair +imitation of Bill's own. + +"Dreaming," repeated Bill, "dreaming! Ah, look there!" + +He pointed with outstretched finger, and my heart seemed to stop beating +as I saw a man's head appear above the side. For a brief space it peered +at us in silence, and then a dark figure sprang like a cat on to the +deck, and stood crouching a short distance away. + +A mist came before my eyes, and my tongue failed me, but Bill let off a +roar, such as I have never heard before or since. It was answered from +below, both aft and for'ard, and the men came running up on deck just as +they left their beds. + +"What's up?" shouted the skipper, glancing aloft. + +For answer, Bill pointed to the intruder, and the men, who had just +caught sight of him, came up and formed a compact knot by the wheel. + +"Come over the side, it did," panted Bill, "come over like a ghost out of +the sea." + +The skipper took one of the small lamps from the binnacle, and, holding +it aloft, walked boldly up to the cause of alarm. In the little patch of +light we saw a ghastly black-bearded man, dripping with water, regarding +us with unwinking eyes, which glowed red in the light of the lamp. + +"Where did you come from?" asked the skipper. + +The figure shook its head. + +"Where did you come from?" he repeated, walking up, and laying his hand +on the other's shoulder. + +Then the intruder spoke, but in a strange fashion and in strange words. +We leaned forward to listen, but, even when he repeated them, we could +make nothing of them. + +"He's a furriner," said Roberts. + +"Blest if I've ever 'eard the lingo afore," said Bill. "Does anybody +rekernize it?" + +Nobody did, and the skipper, after another attempt, gave it up, and, +falling back upon the universal language of signs, pointed first to the +man and then to the sea. The other understood him, and, in a heavy, +slovenly fashion, portrayed a man drifting in an open boat, and clutching +and clambering up the side of a passing ship. As his meaning dawned upon +us, we rushed to the stern, and, leaning over, peered into the gloom, but +the night was dark, and we saw nothing. + +"Well," said the skipper, turning to Bill, with a mighty yawn, "take him +below, and give him some grub, and the next time a gentleman calls on +you, don't make such a confounded row about it." + +He went below, followed by the mate, and after some slight hesitation, +Roberts stepped up to the intruder, and signed to him to follow. He came +stolidly enough, leaving a trail of water on the deck, and, after +changing into the dry things we gave him, fell to, but without much +appearance of hunger, upon some salt beef and biscuits, regarding us +between bites with black, lack-lustre eyes. + +"He seems as though he's a-walking in his sleep," said the cook. + +"He ain't very hungry," said one of the men; "he seems to mumble his +food." + +"Hungry!" repeated Bill, who had just left the wheel. "Course he ain't +famished. He had his tea last night." + +The men stared at him in bewilderment. + +"Don't you see?" said Bill, still in a hoarse whisper; "ain't you ever +seen them eyes afore? Don't you know what he used to say about dying? +It's Jem Dadd come back to us. Jem Dadd got another man's body, as he +always said he would." + +"Rot!" said Roberts, trying to speak bravely, but he got up, and, with +the others, huddled together at the end of the fo'c's'le, and stared in a +bewildered fashion at the sodden face and short, squat figure of our +visitor. For his part, having finished his meal, he pushed his plate +from him, and, leaning back on the locker, looked at the empty bunks. + +Roberts caught his eye, and, with a nod and a wave of his hand, indicated +the bunks. The fellow rose from the locker, and, amid a breathless +silence, climbed into one of them--Jem Dadd's! + +He slept in the dead sailor's bed that night, the only man in the +fo'c's'le who did sleep properly, and turned out heavily and lumpishly in +the morning for breakfast. + +The skipper had him on deck after the meal, but could make nothing of +him. To all his questions he replied in the strange tongue of the night +before, and, though our fellows had been to many ports, and knew a word +or two of several languages, none of them recognized it. The skipper +gave it up at last, and, left to himself, he stared about him for some +time, regardless of our interest in his movements, and then, leaning +heavily against the side of the ship, stayed there so long that we +thought he must have fallen asleep. + +"He's half-dead now!" whispered Roberts. + +"Hush!" said Bill, "mebbe he's been in the water a week or two, and can't +quite make it out. See how he's looking at it now." + +He stayed on deck all day in the sun, but, as night came on, returned to +the warmth of the fo'c's'le. The food we gave him remained untouched, +and he took little or no notice of us, though I fancied that he saw the +fear we had of him. He slept again in the dead man's bunk, and when +morning came still lay there. + +Until dinner-time, nobody interfered with him, and then Roberts, pushed +forward by the others, approached him with some food. He motioned, it +away with a dirty, bloated hand, and, making signs for water, drank it +eagerly. + +For two days he stayed there quietly, the black eyes always open, the +stubby fingers always on the move. On the third morning Bill, who had +conquered his fear sufficiently to give him water occasionally, called +softly to us. + +"Come and look at him," said he. "What's the matter with him?" + +"He's dying!" said the cook, with a shudder. + +"He can't be going to die yet!" said Bill, blankly. + +As he spoke the man's eyes seemed to get softer and more life-like, and +he looked at us piteously and helplessly. From face to face he gazed in +mute inquiry, and then, striking his chest feebly with his fist, uttered +two words. + +We looked at each other blankly, and he repeated them eagerly, and again +touched his chest. + +"It's his name," said the cook, and we all repeated them. + +He smiled in an exhausted fashion, and then, rallying his energies, held +up a forefinger; as we stared at this new riddle, he lowered it, and held +up all four fingers, doubled. + +"Come away," quavered the cook; "he's putting a spell on us." + +We drew back at that, and back farther still, as he repeated the motions. +Then Bill's face cleared suddenly, and he stepped towards him. + +"He means his wife and younkers!" he shouted eagerly. "This ain't no Jem +Dadd!" + +It was good then to see how our fellows drew round the dying sailor, and +strove to cheer him. Bill, to show he understood the finger business, +nodded cheerily, and held his hand at four different heights from the +floor. The last was very low, so low that the man set his lips together, +and strove to turn his heavy head from us. + +"Poor devil!" said Bill, "he wants us to tell his wife and children +what's become of him. He must ha' been dying when he come aboard. What +was his name, again?" + +But the name was not easy to English lips, and we had already forgotten +it. + +"Ask him again," said the cook, "and write it down. Who's got a pen?" + +He went to look for one as Bill turned to the sailor to get him to repeat +it. Then he turned round again, and eyed us blankly, for, by this time, +the owner had himself forgotten it. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1137.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1137.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8e25f2211715de7483973b8605ececec16b66238 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1137.txt @@ -0,0 +1,394 @@ + + + + + +A LOVER'S COMPLAINT + +by William Shakespeare + + + + + From off a hill whose concave womb reworded + A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale, + My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded, + And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale, + Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, + Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain, + Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. + + Upon her head a platted hive of straw, + Which fortified her visage from the sun, + Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw + The carcase of a beauty spent and done. + Time had not scythed all that youth begun, + Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage + Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age. + + Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, + Which on it had conceited characters, + Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine + That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears, + And often reading what contents it bears; + As often shrieking undistinguished woe, + In clamours of all size, both high and low. + + Sometimes her levelled eyes their carriage ride, + As they did batt'ry to the spheres intend; + Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied + To th' orbed earth; sometimes they do extend + Their view right on; anon their gazes lend + To every place at once, and nowhere fixed, + The mind and sight distractedly commixed. + + Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat, + Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride; + For some, untucked, descended her sheaved hat, + Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside; + Some in her threaden fillet still did bide, + And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, + Though slackly braided in loose negligence. + + A thousand favours from a maund she drew + Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, + Which one by one she in a river threw, + Upon whose weeping margent she was set; + Like usury applying wet to wet, + Or monarchs' hands that lets not bounty fall + Where want cries some, but where excess begs all. + + Of folded schedules had she many a one, + Which she perused, sighed, tore, and gave the flood; + Cracked many a ring of posied gold and bone, + Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud; + Found yet moe letters sadly penned in blood, + With sleided silk feat and affectedly + Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy. + + These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes, + And often kissed, and often 'gan to tear; + Cried, 'O false blood, thou register of lies, + What unapproved witness dost thou bear! + Ink would have seemed more black and damned here! + This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, + Big discontents so breaking their contents. + + A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh, + Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew + Of court, of city, and had let go by + The swiftest hours observed as they flew, + Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; + And, privileged by age, desires to know + In brief the grounds and motives of her woe. + + So slides he down upon his grained bat, + And comely distant sits he by her side; + When he again desires her, being sat, + Her grievance with his hearing to divide. + If that from him there may be aught applied + Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage, + 'Tis promised in the charity of age. + + 'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold + The injury of many a blasting hour, + Let it not tell your judgement I am old: + Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power. + I might as yet have been a spreading flower, + Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied + Love to myself, and to no love beside. + + 'But woe is me! too early I attended + A youthful suit- it was to gain my grace- + O, one by nature's outwards so commended + That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face. + Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place; + And when in his fair parts she did abide, + She was new lodged and newly deified. + + 'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls; + And every light occasion of the wind + Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. + What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find: + Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; + For on his visage was in little drawn + What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. + + 'Small show of man was yet upon his chin; + His phoenix down began but to appear, + Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, + Whose bare out-bragged the web it seemed to wear: + Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear; + And nice affections wavering stood in doubt + If best were as it was, or best without. + + 'His qualities were beauteous as his form, + For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free; + Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm + As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, + When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. + His rudeness so with his authorized youth + Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. + + 'Well could he ride, and often men would say, + "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: + Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, + What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" + And controversy hence a question takes + Whether the horse by him became his deed, + Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed. + + 'But quickly on this side the verdict went: + His real habitude gave life and grace + To appertainings and to ornament, + Accomplished in himself, not in his case, + All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, + Came for additions; yet their purposed trim + Pierced not his grace, but were all graced by him. + + 'So on the tip of his subduing tongue + All kind of arguments and question deep, + All replication prompt, and reason strong, + For his advantage still did wake and sleep. + To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, + He had the dialect and different skill, + Catching all passions in his craft of will, + + 'That he did in the general bosom reign + Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted, + To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain + In personal duty, following where he haunted. + Consents bewitched, ere he desire, have granted, + And dialogued for him what he would say, + Asked their own wills, and made their wills obey. + + 'Many there were that did his picture get, + To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; + Like fools that in th' imagination set + The goodly objects which abroad they find + Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned; + And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them + Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them. + + 'So many have, that never touched his hand, + Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart. + My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, + And was my own fee-simple, not in part, + What with his art in youth, and youth in art, + Threw my affections in his charmed power + Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower. + + 'Yet did I not, as some my equals did, + Demand of him, nor being desired yielded; + Finding myself in honour so forbid, + With safest distance I mine honour shielded. + Experience for me many bulwarks builded + Of proofs new-bleeding, which remained the foil + Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. + + 'But ah, who ever shunned by precedent + The destined ill she must herself assay? + Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, + To put the by-past perils in her way? + Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay; + For when we rage, advice is often seen + By blunting us to make our wills more keen. + + 'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood + That we must curb it upon others' proof, + To be forbod the sweets that seems so good + For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. + O appetite, from judgement stand aloof! + The one a palate hath that needs will taste, + Though Reason weep, and cry it is thy last. + + 'For further I could say this man's untrue, + And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; + Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew; + Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; + Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; + Thought characters and words merely but art, + And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. + + 'And long upon these terms I held my city, + Till thus he 'gan besiege me: "Gentle maid, + Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, + And be not of my holy vows afraid. + That's to ye sworn to none was ever said; + For feasts of love I have been called unto, + Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo. + + '"All my offences that abroad you see + Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; + Love made them not; with acture they may be, + Where neither party is nor true nor kind. + They sought their shame that so their shame did find; + And so much less of shame in me remains + By how much of me their reproach contains. + + '"Among the many that mine eyes have seen, + Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed, + Or my affection put to th' smallest teen, + Or any of my leisures ever charmed. + Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed; + Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, + And reigned commanding in his monarchy. + + '"Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, + Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood; + Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me + Of grief and blushes, aptly understood + In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood- + Effects of terror and dear modesty, + Encamped in hearts, but fighting outwardly. + + '"And, lo, behold these talents of their hair, + With twisted metal amorously empleached, + I have receiv'd from many a several fair, + Their kind acceptance weepingly beseeched, + With the annexions of fair gems enriched, + And deep-brained sonnets that did amplify + Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. + + '"The diamond? why, 'twas beautiful and hard, + Whereto his invised properties did tend; + The deep-green em'rald, in whose fresh regard + Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend; + The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend + With objects manifold; each several stone, + With wit well blazoned, smiled, or made some moan. + + '"Lo, all these trophies of affections hot, + Of pensived and subdued desires the tender, + Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not, + But yield them up where I myself must render- + That is, to you, my origin and ender; + For these, of force, must your oblations be, + Since I their altar, you enpatron me. + + '"O then advance of yours that phraseless hand + Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; + Take all these similes to your own command, + Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise; + What me your minister for you obeys + Works under you; and to your audit comes + Their distract parcels in combined sums. + + '"Lo, this device was sent me from a nun, + Or sister sanctified, of holiest note, + Which late her noble suit in court did shun, + Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; + For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, + But kept cold distance, and did thence remove + To spend her living in eternal love. + + '"But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave + The thing we have not, mast'ring what not strives, + Playing the place which did no form receive, + Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves! + She that her fame so to herself contrives, + The scars of battle scapeth by the flight, + And makes her absence valiant, not her might. + + '"O pardon me in that my boast is true! + The accident which brought me to her eye + Upon the moment did her force subdue, + And now she would the caged cloister fly. + Religious love put out religion's eye. + Not to be tempted, would she be immured, + And now to tempt all liberty procured. + + '"How mighty then you are, O hear me tell! + The broken bosoms that to me belong + Have emptied all their fountains in my well, + And mine I pour your ocean all among. + I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, + Must for your victory us all congest, + As compound love to physic your cold breast. + + '"My parts had pow'r to charm a sacred nun, + Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace, + Believed her eyes when they t'assail begun, + All vows and consecrations giving place, + O most potential love, vow, bond, nor space, + In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, + For thou art all, and all things else are thine. + + '"When thou impressest, what are precepts worth + Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, + How coldly those impediments stand forth, + Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame! + Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst +shame. + And sweetens, in the suff'ring pangs it bears, + The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears. + + '"Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, + Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, + And supplicant their sighs to your extend, + To leave the batt'ry that you make 'gainst mine, + Lending soft audience to my sweet design, + And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath, + That shall prefer and undertake my troth." + + 'This said, his wat'ry eyes he did dismount, + Whose sights till then were levelled on my face; + Each cheek a river running from a fount + With brinish current downward flowed apace. + O, how the channel to the stream gave grace! + Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses + That flame through water which their hue encloses. + + 'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies + In the small orb of one particular tear! + But with the inundation of the eyes + What rocky heart to water will not wear? + What breast so cold that is not warmed here? + O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath, + Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath. + + 'For lo, his passion, but an art of craft, + Even there resolved my reason into tears; + There my white stole of chastity I daffed, + Shook off my sober guards and civil fears; + Appear to him as he to me appears, + All melting; though our drops this diff'rence bore: + His poisoned me, and mine did him restore. + + 'In him a plenitude of subtle matter, + Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, + Of burning blushes or of weeping water, + Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, + In either's aptness, as it best deceives, + To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, + Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows; + + 'That not a heart which in his level came + Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, + Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; + And, veiled in them, did win whom he would maim. + Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; + When he most burned in heart-wished luxury, + He preached pure maid and praised cold chastity. + + 'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace + The naked and concealed fiend he covered, + That th' unexperient gave the tempter place, + Which, like a cherubin, above them hovered. + Who, young and simple, would not be so lovered? + Ay me, I fell, and yet do question make + What I should do again for such a sake. + + 'O, that infected moisture of his eye, + O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed, + O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly, + O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed, + O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed, + Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed, + And new pervert a reconciled maid.' + +THE END + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11478.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11478.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6059a003219503ac54432baf1bdc4dd1c348a869 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg11478.txt @@ -0,0 +1,383 @@ + + +DEEP WATERS + +By W.W. JACOBS + + + +CONTENTS: + BEDRIDDEN + THE WINTER OFFENSIVE + + + +BEDRIDDEN + +July 12, 1915.--Disquieting rumours to the effect that epidemic of +Billetitis hitherto confined to the north of King's Road shows signs of +spreading. + +July 14.--Report that two Inns of Court men have been seen peeping over +my gate. + +July 16.--Informed that soldier of agreeable appearance and charming +manners requests interview with me. Took a dose of Phospherine and went. +Found composite photograph of French, Joffre, and Hindenburg waiting for +me in the hall. Smiled (he did, I mean) and gave me the mutilated form +of salute reserved for civilians. Introduced himself as Quartermaster- +Sergeant Beddem, and stated that the Inns of Court O.T.C. was going +under canvas next week. After which he gulped. Meantime could I take in +a billet. Questioned as to what day the corps was going into camp said +that he believed it was Monday, but was not quite sure--might possibly be +Tuesday. Swallowed again and coughed a little. Accepted billet and felt +completely re-warded by smile. Q.M.S. bade me good-bye, and then with +the air of a man suddenly remembering something, asked me whether I could +take two. Excused myself and interviewed my C.O. behind the dining-room +door. Came back and accepted. Q.M.S. so overjoyed (apparently) that he +fell over the scraper. Seemed to jog his memory. He paused, and gazing +in absent fashion at the topmost rose on the climber in the porch, asked +whether I could take three! Added hopefully that the third was only a +boy. Excused myself. Heated debate with C.O. Subject: sheets. +Returned with me to explain to the Q.M.S. He smiled. C.O. accepted at +once, and, returning smile, expressed regret at size and position of +bedrooms available. Q.M.S. went off swinging cane jauntily. + +July 17.--Billets arrived. Spoke to them about next Monday and canvas. +They seemed surprised. Strange how the military authorities decline to +take men into their confidence merely because they are privates. Let +them upstairs. They went (for first and last time) on tiptoe. + +July 18.--Saw Q.M.S. Beddem in the town. Took shelter in the King's +Arms. + +Jug. 3.--Went to Cornwall. + +Aug. 31.--Returned. Billets received me very hospitably. + +Sept. 4.--Private Budd, electrical engineer, dissatisfied with +appearance of bell-push in dining-room, altered it. + +Sept. 5.--Bells out of order. + +Sept. 6.--Private Merited, also an electrical engineer, helped Private +Budd to repair bells. + +Sept. 7.--Private Budd helped Private Merited to repair bells. + +Sept. 8.--Privates Budd and Merited helped each other to repair bells. + +Sept. 9.--Sent to local tradesman to put my bells in order. + +Sept. 15.--Told that Q.M.S. Beddem wished to see me. Saw C.O. first. +She thought he had possibly come to take some of the billets away. +Q.M.S. met my approach with a smile that re-minded me vaguely of picture- +postcards I had seen. Awfully sorry to trouble me, but Private Montease, +just back from three weeks' holiday with bronchitis, was sleeping in the +wood-shed on three planks and a tin-tack. Beamed at me and waited. Went +and bought another bed-stead. + +Sept. 16.--Private Montease and a cough entered into residence. + +Sept. 17, 11.45 p.m.--Maid came to bedroom-door with some cough lozenges +which she asked me to take to the new billet. Took them. Private +Montease thanked me, but said he didn't mind coughing. Said it was an +heirloom; Montease cough, known in highest circles all over Scotland +since time of Young Pretender. + +Sept. 20.--Private Montease installed in easy-chair in dining-room with +touch of bronchitis, looking up trains to Bournemouth. + +Sept. 21.--Private Montease in bed all day. Cook anxious "to do her +bit" rubbed his chest with home-made embrocation. Believe it is same +stuff she rubs chests in hall with. Smells the same anyway. + +Sept. 24.--Private Montease, complaining of slight rawness of chest, but +otherwise well, returned to duty. + +Oct. 5.--Cough worse again. Private Montease thinks that with care it +may turn to bronchitis. Borrowed an A.B.C. + +Oct. 6.--Private Montease relates uncanny experience. Woke up with +feeling of suffocation to find an enormous black-currant and glycerine +jujube wedged in his gullet. Never owned such a thing in his life. +Seems to be unaware that he always sleeps with his mouth open. + +Nov. 14.--Private Bowser, youngest and tallest of my billets, gazetted. + +Nov. 15, 10.35 a.m.--Private Bowser in tip-top spirits said good-bye to +us all. + +10.45.--Told that Q.M.S. Beddem desired to see me. Capitulated. New +billet, Private Early, armed to the teeth, turned up in the evening. +Said that he was a Yorkshireman. Said that Yorkshire was the finest +county in England, and Yorkshiremen the finest men in the world. Stood +toying with his bayonet and waiting for contradiction. + +Jan. 5, 1916.--Standing in the garden just after lunch was witness to +startling phenomenon. Q.M.S. Beddem came towards front-gate with a +smile so expansive that gate after first trembling violently on its +hinges swung open of its own accord. Q.M.S., with smile (sad), said he +was in trouble. Very old member of the Inns of Court, Private Keen, had +re-joined, and he wanted a good billet for him. Would cheerfully give up +his own bed, but it wasn't long enough. Not to be outdone in hospitality +by my own gate accepted Private Keen. Q.M.S. digging hole in my path +with toe of right boot, and for first and only time manifesting signs of +nervousness, murmured that two life-long friends of Private Keen's had +rejoined with him. Known as the Three Inseparables. Where they were to +sleep, unless I----. Fled to house, and locking myself in top-attic +watched Q.M.S. from window. He departed with bent head and swagger-cane +reversed. + +Jan 6.--Private Keen arrived. Turned out to be son of an old Chief of +mine. Resolved not to visit the sins of the father on the head of a +child six feet two high and broad in proportion. + +Feb. 6.--Private Keen came home with a temperature. + +Feb. 7.--M.O. diagnosed influenza. Was afraid it would spread. + +Feb. 8.--Warned the other four billets. They seemed amused. Pointed +out that influenza had no terrors for men in No. 2 Company, who were +doomed to weekly night-ops. under Major Carryon. + +Feb. 9.--House strangely and pleasantly quiet. Went to see how Private +Keen was progressing, and found the other four billets sitting in a row +on his bed practising deep-breathing exercises. + +Feb. 16.--Billets on night-ops. until late hour. Spoke in highest terms +of Major Carryon's marching powers--also in other terms. + +March 3.--Waited up until midnight for Private Merited, who had gone to +Slough on his motor-bike. + +March 4, 1.5 a.m.--Awakened by series of explosions from over-worked, or +badly-worked, motor-bike. Put head out of window and threw key to +Private Merited. He seemed excited. Said he had been chased all the way +from Chesham by a pink rat with yellow spots. Advised him to go to bed. +Set him an example. + +1.10. a.m.--Heard somebody in the pantry. 2.10. a.m.--Heard Private +Merited going upstairs to bed. + +2.16 a.m.--Heard Private Merited still going upstairs to bed. + +2.20-3.15. a.m.--Heard Private Merited getting to bed. + +April 3, 12.30 a.m.--Town-hooter announced Zeppelins and excited soldier +called up my billets from their beds to go and frighten them off. +Pleasant to see superiority of billets over the hooter: that only emitted +three blasts. + +12.50 a.m.--Billets returned with exception of Private Merited, who was +retained for sake of his motor-bike. + +9 a.m.--On way to bath-room ran into Private Merited, who, looking very +glum and sleepy, inquired whether I had a copy of the Exchange and Mart +in the house. + +10 p.m.--Overheard billets discussing whether it was worth while removing +boots before going to bed until the Zeppelin scare was over. Joined in +discussion. + +May 2.--Rumours that the Inns of Court were going under canvas. +Discredited them. + +May 5.--Rumours grow stronger. + +May 6.--Billets depressed. Begin to think perhaps there is something in +rumours after all. + +May 9.-All doubts removed. Tents begin to spring up with the suddenness +of mushrooms in fields below Berkhamsted Place. + +May 18, LIBERATION DAY.--Bade a facetious good-bye to my billets; +response lacking in bonhomie. + +May 19.-House delightfully quiet. Presented caller of unkempt appearance +at back-door with remains of pair of military boots, three empty shaving- +stick tins, and a couple of partially bald tooth-brushes. + +May 21.--In afternoon went round and looked at camp. Came home smiling, +and went to favourite seat in garden to smoke. Discovered Private Early +lying on it fast asleep. Went to study. Private Merited at table +writing long and well-reasoned letter to his tailor. As he said he could +never write properly with anybody else in the room, left him and went to +bath-room. Door locked. Peevish but familiar voice, with a Scotch +accent, asked me what I wanted; also complained of temperature of water. + +May 22.--After comparing notes with neighbours, feel deeply grateful to +Q.M.S. Beddem for sending me the best six men in the corps. + +July 15.--Feel glad to have been associated, however remotely and humbly, +with a corps, the names of whose members appear on the Roll of Honour of +every British regiment. + + + + + + +THE WINTER OFFENSIVE + +_N.B.--Having regard to the eccentricities of the Law of Libel it must be +distinctly understood that the following does not refer to the +distinguished officer, Lieut. Troup Horne, of the Inns of Court. +Anybody trying to cause mischief between a civilian of eight stone and a +soldier of seventeen by a statement to the contrary will hear from my +solicitors._ + + +Aug. 29, 1916.--We returned from the sea to find our house still our +own, and the military still in undisputed possession of the remains of +the grass in the fields of Berkhamsted Place. As in previous years, it +was impossible to go in search of wild-flowers without stumbling over +sleeping members of the Inns of Court; but war is war, and we grumble as +little as possible. + +Sept. 28.--Unpleasant rumours to the effect that several members of the +Inns of Court had attributed cases of curvature of the spine to sleeping +on ground that had been insufficiently rolled. Also that they had been +heard to smack their lips and speak darkly of featherbeds. Respected +neighbour of gloomy disposition said that if Pharaoh were still alive he +could suggest an eleventh plague to him beside which frogs and flies were +an afternoon's diversion. + +Oct. 3.--Householders of Berkhamsted busy mending bedsteads broken by +last year's billets, and buying patent taps for their beer-barrels. + +Oct. 15.--Informed that a representative of the Army wished to see me. +Instead of my old friend Q.M.S. Beddem, who generally returns to life at +this time of year, found that it was an officer of magnificent presence +and two pips. A fine figure of a man, with a great resemblance to the +late lamented Bismarck, minus the moustache and the three hairs on the +top of the head. Asked him to be seated. He selected a chair that was +all arms and legs and no hips to speak of and crushed himself into it. +After which he unfastened his belt and "swelled wisibly afore my werry +eyes." Said that his name was True Born and asked if it made any +difference to me whether I had one officer or half-a-dozen men billeted +on me. Said that he was the officer, and that as the rank-and-file were +not allowed to pollute the same atmosphere, thought I should score. +After a mental review of all I could remember of the Weights and Measures +Table, accepted him. He bade a lingering farewell to the chair, and +departed. + +Oct. 16.--Saw Q.M.S. Beddem on the other side of the road and gave him +an absolutely new thrill by crossing to meet him. Asked diffidently--as +diffidently as he could, that is--how many men my house would hold. +Replied eight--or ten at a pinch. He gave me a surprised and beaming +smile and whipped out a huge note-book. Informed him with as much regret +as I could put into a voice not always under perfect control, that I had +already got an officer. Q.M.S., favouring me with a look very +appropriate to the Devil's Own, turned on his heel and set off in pursuit +of a lady-billetee, pulling up short on the threshold of the baby-linen +shop in which she took refuge. Left him on guard with a Casablanca-like +look on his face. + +Nov. 1.--Lieut. True Born took up his quarters with us. Gave him my +dressing-room for bedchamber. Was awakened several times in the night by +what I took to be Zeppelins, flying low. + +Nov. 2.--Lieut. True Born offered to bet me five pounds to twenty that +the war would be over by 1922. + +Nov. 3.--Offered to teach me auction-bridge. + +Nov. 4.--Asked me whether I could play "shove ha'penny." + +Nov. 10.--Lieut. True Born gave one of the regimental horses a riding- +lesson. Came home grumpy and went to bed early. + +Nov. 13.--Another riding-lesson. Over-heard him asking one of the +maids whether there was such a thing as a water-bed in the house. + +Nov. 17.--Complained bitterly of horse-copers. Said that his poor mount +was discovered to be suffering from saddle-soreness, broken wind, +splints, weak hocks, and two bones of the neck out of place. + +Dec. 9.--7 p.m.--One of last year's billets, Private Merited, on leave +from a gunnery course, called to see me and to find out whether his old +bed had improved since last year. Left his motor-bike in the garage, and +the smell in front of the dining-room window. + +8 to 12 p.m.--Sat with Private Merited, listening to Lieut. True Born on +the mistakes of Wellington. + +12.5 a.m.--Rose to go to bed. Was about to turn out gas in hall when I +discovered the lieutenant standing with his face to the wall playing pat- +a-cake with it. Gave him three-parts of a tumbler of brandy. Said he +felt better and went upstairs. Arrived in his bed-room, he looked about +him carefully, and then, with a superb sweep of his left arm, swept the +best Chippendale looking-glass in the family off the dressing table and +dived face down-wards to the floor, missing death and the corner of the +chest of drawers by an inch. + +12:15 a.m.--Rolled him on to his back and got his feet on the bed. They +fell off again as soon as they were cleaner than the quilt. The +lieutenant, startled by the crash, opened his eyes and climbed into bed +unaided. + +12.20 a.m.--Sent Private Merited for the M.O., Captain Geranium. + +12.25 a.m.--Mixed a dose of brandy and castor-oil in a tumbler. Am told +it slips down like an oyster that way--bad oyster, I should think. +Lieut. True Born jibbed. Reminded him that England expects that every +man will take his castor-oil. Reply unprintable. Apologized a moment +later. Said that his mind was wandering and that he thought he was a +colonel. Reassured him. + +12.40 a.m.--Private Merited returned with the M.O. Latter nicely dressed +in musical-comedy pyjamas of ravishing hue, and great-coat, with rose- +tinted feet thrust into red morocco slippers. Held consultation and +explained my treatment. M.O. much impressed, anxious to know whether I +was a doctor. Told him "No," but that I knew all the ropes. First give +patient castor-oil, then diet him and call every day to make sure that he +doesn't like his food. After that, if he shows signs of getting well too +soon, give him a tonic. . . . M.O. stuffy. + +Dec. 10.--M.O. diagnosed attack as due to something which True Born +believes to be tobacco, with which he disinfects the house, the +mess-sheds, and the streets of Berkhamsted. + +Dec. 11.--True Born, shorn of thirteen pipes a day out of sixteen, +disparages the whole race of M.O.'s. + +Dec. 14.--He obtains leave to attend wedding of a great-aunt and +ransacks London for a specialist who advocates strong tobacco. + +Dec. 15.--He classes specialists with M.O.'s. Is surprised (and +apparently disappointed) that, so far, the breaking of the looking-glass +has brought me no ill-luck. Feel somewhat uneasy myself until glass is +repaired by local cabinet-maker. + +Jan. 10, 1917.--Lieut. True Born starts to break in another horse. + +Feb. 1.--Horse broken. + +March 3.--Running short of tobacco, go to my billet's room and try a pipe +of his. Take all the remedies except the castor-oil. + +April 4, 8.30 a.m.--Awakened by an infernal crash and discover that my +poor looking-glass is in pieces again on the floor. True Born explains +that its position, between the open door and the open window, was too +much for it. Don't believe a word of it. Shall believe to my dying day +that it burst in a frantic but hopeless attempt to tell Lieut. True Born +the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. + +April 6.--The lieutenant watching for some sign of misfortune to me. +Says that I can't break a mirror twice without ill-luck following it. +Me! + +April 9.--Lieut. True Born comes up to me with a face full of conflicting +emotions. "Your ill-luck has come at last," he says with gloomy +satisfaction. "We go under canvas on the 23rd. You are losing me!" + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Bedridden and The Winter Offensive, by W.W. Jacobs + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12076.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12076.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..223e254abe4bb6c79535c3d4239a83986ba2237c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12076.txt @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ + + +Copyright (C) 2004 www.FaithofGod.net + + + +Copyright (C) www.FaithofGod.net +May be quoted and used freely in all non-lucre, non-commercial Scripture +distribution endeavors provided the content is not altered. + +The Story of the prophet Jonas first translated from Hebrew to English +by William Tyndale, published in 1531. This edition has the same wording, +but modernized spelling. + + + +The Story of the prophet Jonas. + +The first Chapter. + + The word of the lord came unto the prophet Jonas the son of +Amithai saying: rise and get thee to Nineve that great city and preach +unto them, how that their wickedness is come up before me. + + And Jonas made him ready to flee to Tharsis from the presence +of the lord, and gat him down to Joppe, and found there a ship ready to +go to Tharsis, and paid his fare, and went aboard, to go with them to +Tharsis from the presence of the lord. + + But the lord hurled a great wind in to the sea, so that there +was a mighty tempest in the sea: insomuch that the ship was like to go +in pieces. And the mariners were afraid and cried every man unto his +god, and cast out the goods that were in the ship in to the sea, to +lighten it of them. But Jonas gat him under the hatches and laid him +down and slumbered. And the master of the ship came to him and said +unto him, why slumberest thou? up! and call unto thy god, that God may +think on us, that we perish not. + + And they said one to another, come and let us cast lots, to +know for whose cause we are thus troubled. And they cast lots. And the +lot fell upon Jonas. + + Then they said unto him, tell us for whose cause we are thus +troubled: what is thine occupation, whence comest thou, how is thy +country called, and of what nation art thou? + + And he answered them, I am an Hebrew: and the lord God of +heaven which made both sea and dry land, I fear. Then were the men +exceedingly afraid and said unto him, why didst thou so? For they knew +that he was fled from the presence of the lord, because he had told +them. + + Then they unto him, what shall we do unto thee, that the sea +may cease from troubling us? For the sea wrought and was troublous. And +he answered them, take me and cast me in to the sea, and so shall it +let you be in rest: for I wot, it is for my sake, that this great +tempest is come upon you. Nevertheless the men assayed with rowing to +bring the ship to land: but it would not be, because the sea so wrought +and was so troublous against them. Wherefore they cried unto the lord +and said: O lord let us not perish for this mans death, neither lay +innocent blood unto our charge: for thou lord even as thy pleasure was, +so thou hast done. + + And then they took Jonas, and cast him into the sea, and the +sea left raging. And the men feared the lord exceedingly: and +sacrificed sacrifice unto the lord: and vowed vows. + +The second Chapter. + + But the lord prepared a great fish, to swallow up Jonas. And so +was Jonas in the bowels of the fish three days and three nights. And +Jonas prayed unto the lord his god out of the bowels of the fish. + + And he said: in my tribulation I called unto the lord, and he +answered me: out of the belly of hell I cried, and thou heardest my +voice. For thou hadst cast me down deep in the midst of the se: and the +flood compassed me about: and all thy waves and rolls of water went +over me: and I thought that I had been cast away out of thy sight. But +I will yet again look toward thy holy temple. The water compassed me +even unto the very soul of me: the deep lay about me: and the weeds +were wrapped about mine head. And I went down unto the bottom of the +hills, and was barred in with earth on every side for ever. And yet +thou lord my God broughtest up my life again out of corruption. When my +soul fainted in me, I thought on the lord: and my prayer came in unto +thee, even into thy holy temple. They that observe vain vanities, have +forsaken him that was merciful unto them. But I will sacrifice unto +thee with the voice of thanksgiving, and will pay that that I have +vowed, that saving cometh of the lord. + + And the lord spake unto the fish: and it cast out Jonas again +upon the dry land. + +The third Chapter. + + Then came the word of the lord unto Jonas again saying: up, and +get thee to Nineve that great city, and preach unto them the preaching +which I bade thee. And he arose and went to Nineve at the lordes +commandment. Nineve was a great city unto God, containing three days +journey. + + And Jonas went to and entered in to the city even a days +journey, and cried saying: There shall not pass forty days but Nineve +shall be overthrown. + + And the people of Nineve believed God, and proclaimed fasting, +and arrayed themselves in sackcloth, as well the great as the small of +them. + + And the tidings came unto the king of Nineve, which arose out +of his seat, and did his apparel off and put on sackcloth, and sat him +down in ashes. And it was cried and commanded in Nineve by the +authority of the king and of his lords saying: see that neither man or +beast, ox or sheep taste ought at all, and that they neither feed or +drink water. + + And they put on sackcloth both man and beast, and cried unto +God mightily, and turned every man his wicked way, and from doing wrong +in which they were accustomed, saying: who can tell whether God will +turn and repent, and cease from his fierce wrath, that we perish not? +And when God saw their works, how they turned from their wicked ways, +he repented of the evil which he said he would do unto them, and did it +not. + +The fourth Chapter. + + Wherefore Jonas was sore discontent and angry. And he prayed +unto the lord and said: O lord, was not this my saying when I was yet +in my country? And therefore I hasted rather to flee to Tharsis: for I +knew well enough that thou wast a merciful god, full of compassion, +long ere thou be angry and of great mercy and repentest when thou art +come to take punishment. Now therefore take my life from me, for I had +lever die than live. And the lord said unto Jonas, art thou so angry? + + And Jonas gat him out of the city and sat him down on the east +side thereof, and made him there a booth and sat thereunder in the +shadow, till he might see what should chance unto the city. + + And the lord prepared as it were a wild vine which sprang up +over Jonas, that he might have shadow over his head, to deliver him out +of his pain. And Jonas was exceeding glad of the wild vine. + + And the lord ordained a worm against the spring of the morrow +morning which smote the wild vine that it withered away. And as soon +as the son was up, God prepared a fervent east wind: so that the son +beat over the head of Jonas, that he fainted again and wished unto his +soul that he might die, and said, it is better for me to die than to +live. + + And God said unto Jonas, art thou so angry for thy wild vine? +And he said, I am angry a good, even on to the death. And the lord +said, thou hast compassion on a wild vine, whereon thou bestowedest no +labour nor made it grow, which sprang up in one night and perished in +another: and should not I have compassion on Nineve that great city, +wherein there is a multitude of people, even above an hundred thousand +that know not their right hand from the left, besides much cattle? + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12132.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12132.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a7ac6c29157c51757c8ddfc64facbf7608a1dd13 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12132.txt @@ -0,0 +1,306 @@ + + +THE LADY OF THE BARGE + +AND OTHER STORIES + +By W. W. Jacobs + + + + +THREE AT TABLE + + +The talk in the coffee-room had been of ghosts and apparitions, and +nearly everybody present had contributed his mite to the stock of +information upon a hazy and somewhat thread-bare subject. Opinions +ranged from rank incredulity to childlike faith, one believer going so +far as to denounce unbelief as impious, with a reference to the Witch of +Endor, which was somewhat marred by being complicated in an inexplicable +fashion with the story of Jonah. + +"Talking of Jonah," he said solemnly, with a happy disregard of the fact +that he had declined to answer several eager questions put to him on the +subject, "look at the strange tales sailors tell us." + +"I wouldn't advise you to believe all those," said a bluff, clean-shaven +man, who had been listening without speaking much. "You see when a +sailor gets ashore he's expected to have something to tell, and his +friends would be rather disappointed if he had not." + +"It's a well-known fact," interrupted the first speaker firmly, "that +sailors are very prone to see visions." + +"They are," said the other dryly, "they generally see them in pairs, and +the shock to the nervous system frequently causes headache next morning." + +"You never saw anything yourself?" suggested an unbeliever. + +"Man and boy," said the other, "I've been at sea thirty years, and the +only unpleasant incident of that kind occurred in a quiet English +countryside." + +"And that?" said another man. + +"I was a young man at the time," said the narrator, drawing at his pipe +and glancing good-humouredly at the company. "I had just come back from +China, and my own people being away I went down into the country to +invite myself to stay with an uncle. When I got down to the place I +found it closed and the family in the South of France; but as they were +due back in a couple of days I decided to put up at the Royal George, +a very decent inn, and await their return. + +"The first day I passed well enough; but in the evening the dulness of +the rambling old place, in which I was the only visitor, began to weigh +upon my spirits, and the next morning after a late breakfast I set out +with the intention of having a brisk day's walk. + +"I started off in excellent spirits, for the day was bright and frosty, +with a powdering of snow on the iron-bound roads and nipped hedges, and +the country had to me all the charm of novelty. It was certainly flat, +but there was plenty of timber, and the villages through which I passed +were old and picturesque. + +"I lunched luxuriously on bread and cheese and beer in the bar of a small +inn, and resolved to go a little further before turning back. When at +length I found I had gone far enough, I turned up a lane at right angles +to the road I was passing, and resolved to find my way back by another +route. It is a long lane that has no turning, but this had several, each +of which had turnings of its own, which generally led, as I found by +trying two or three of them, into the open marshes. Then, tired of +lanes, I resolved to rely upon the small compass which hung from my watch +chain and go across country home. + +"I had got well into the marshes when a white fog, which had been for +some time hovering round the edge of the ditches, began gradually to +spread. There was no escaping it, but by aid of my compass I was saved +from making a circular tour and fell instead into frozen ditches or +stumbled over roots in the grass. I kept my course, however, until at +four o'clock, when night was coming rapidly up to lend a hand to the fog, +I was fain to confess myself lost. + +"The compass was now no good to me, and I wandered about miserably, +occasionally giving a shout on the chance of being heard by some passing +shepherd or farmhand. At length by great good luck I found my feet on a +rough road driven through the marshes, and by walking slowly and tapping +with my stick managed to keep to it. I had followed it for some distance +when I heard footsteps approaching me. + +"We stopped as we met, and the new arrival, a sturdy-looking countryman, +hearing of my plight, walked back with me for nearly a mile, and putting +me on to a road gave me minute instructions how to reach a village some +three miles distant. + +"I was so tired that three miles sounded like ten, and besides that, a +little way off from the road I saw dimly a lighted window. I pointed it +out, but my companion shuddered and looked round him uneasily. + +"'You won't get no good there,' he said, hastily. + +"'Why not?' I asked. + +"'There's a something there, sir,' he replied, 'what 'tis I dunno, but +the little 'un belonging to a gamekeeper as used to live in these parts +see it, and it was never much good afterward. Some say as it's a poor +mad thing, others says as it's a kind of animal; but whatever it is, it +ain't good to see.' + +"'Well, I'll keep on, then,' I said. 'Goodnight.' + +"He went back whistling cheerily until his footsteps died away in the +distance, and I followed the road he had indicated until it divided into +three, any one of which to a stranger might be said to lead straight on. +I was now cold and tired, and having half made up my mind walked slowly +back toward the house. + +"At first all I could see of it was the little patch of light at the +window. I made for that until it disappeared suddenly, and I found myself +walking into a tall hedge. I felt my way round this until I came to a +small gate, and opening it cautiously, walked, not without some little +nervousness, up a long path which led to the door. There was no light and +no sound from within. Half repenting of my temerity I shortened my stick +and knocked lightly upon the door. + +"I waited a couple of minutes and then knocked again, and my stick was +still beating the door when it opened suddenly and a tall bony old woman, +holding a candle, confronted me. + +"'What do you want?' she demanded gruffly. + +"'I've lost my way,' I said, civilly; 'I want to get to Ashville.' + +"'Don't know it,' said the old woman. + +"She was about to close the door when a man emerged from a room at the +side of the hall and came toward us. An old man of great height and +breadth of shoulder. + +"'Ashville is fifteen miles distant,' he said slowly. + +"'If you will direct me to the nearest village, I shall be grateful,' I +remarked. + +"He made no reply, but exchanged a quick, furtive glance with the woman. +She made a gesture of dissent. + +"'The nearest place is three miles off,' he said, turning to me and +apparently trying to soften a naturally harsh voice; 'if you will give me +the pleasure of your company, I will make you as comfortable as I can.' + +"I hesitated. They were certainly a queer-looking couple, and the gloomy +hall with the shadows thrown by the candle looked hardly more inviting +than the darkness outside. + +"'You are very kind,' I murmured, irresolutely, 'but--' + +"'Come in,' he said quickly; 'shut the door, Anne.' + +"Almost before I knew it I was standing inside and the old woman, +muttering to herself, had closed the door behind me. With a queer +sensation of being trapped I followed my host into the room, and taking +the proffered chair warmed my frozen fingers at the fire. + +"'Dinner will soon be ready,' said the old man, regarding me closely. 'If +you will excuse me.' + +"I bowed and he left the room. A minute afterward I heard voices; his +and the old woman's, and, I fancied, a third. Before I had finished my +inspection of the room he returned, and regarded me with the same strange +look I had noticed before. + +"'There will be three of us at dinner,' he said, at length. 'We two and +my son.' + +"I bowed again, and secretly hoped that that look didn't run in the +family. + +"'I suppose you don't mind dining in the dark,' he said, abruptly. + +"'Not at all,' I replied, hiding my surprise as well as I could, 'but +really I'm afraid I'm intruding. If you'll allow me--' + +"He waved his huge gaunt hands. 'We're not going to lose you now we've +got you,' he said, with a dry laugh. 'It's seldom we have company, and +now we've got you we'll keep you. My son's eyes are bad, and he can't +stand the light. Ah, here is Anne.' + +"As he spoke the old woman entered, and, eyeing me stealthily, began to +lay the cloth, while my host, taking a chair the other side of the +hearth, sat looking silently into the fire. The table set, the old woman +brought in a pair of fowls ready carved in a dish, and placing three +chairs, left the room. The old man hesitated a moment, and then, rising +from his chair, placed a large screen in front of the fire and slowly +extinguished the candles. + +"'Blind man's holiday,' he said, with clumsy jocosity, and groping his +way to the door opened it. Somebody came back into the room with him, +and in a slow, uncertain fashion took a seat at the table, and the +strangest voice I have ever heard broke a silence which was fast becoming +oppressive. + +"'A cold night,' it said slowly. + +"I replied in the affirmative, and light or no light, fell to with an +appetite which had only been sharpened by the snack in the middle of the +day. It was somewhat difficult eating in the dark, and it was evident +from the behaviour of my invisible companions that they were as unused to +dining under such circumstances as I was. We ate in silence until the +old woman blundered into the room with some sweets and put them with a +crash upon the table. + +"'Are you a stranger about here?' inquired the curious voice again. + +"I replied in the affirmative, and murmured something about my luck in +stumbling upon such a good dinner. + +"'Stumbling is a very good word for it,' said the voice grimly. 'You +have forgotten the port, father.' + +"'So I have,' said the old man, rising. 'It's a bottle of the +"Celebrated" to-day; I will get it myself.' + +"He felt his way to the door, and closing it behind him, left me alone +with my unseen neighbour. There was something so strange about the whole +business that I must confess to more than a slight feeling of uneasiness. + +"My host seemed to be absent a long time. I heard the man opposite lay +down his fork and spoon, and half fancied I could see a pair of wild eyes +shining through the gloom like a cat's. + +"With a growing sense of uneasiness I pushed my chair back. It caught +the hearthrug, and in my efforts to disentangle it the screen fell over +with a crash and in the flickering light of the fire I saw the face of +the creature opposite. With a sharp catch of my breath I left my chair +and stood with clenched fists beside it. Man or beast, which was it? +The flame leaped up and then went out, and in the mere red glow of the +fire it looked more devilish than before. + +"For a few moments we regarded each other in silence; then the door +opened and the old man returned. He stood aghast as he saw the warm +firelight, and then approaching the table mechanically put down a couple +of bottles. + +"'I beg your pardon,' said I, reassured by his presence, 'but I have +accidentally overturned the screen. Allow me to replace it.' + +"'No,' said the old man, gently, 'let it be. + +"'We have had enough of the dark. I'll give you a light.' + +"He struck a match and slowly lit the candles. Then--I saw that the man +opposite had but the remnant of a face, a gaunt wolfish face in which one +unquenched eye, the sole remaining feature, still glittered. I was +greatly moved, some suspicion of the truth occurring to me. + +"'My son was injured some years ago in a burning house,' said the old +man. 'Since then we have lived a very retired life. When you came to +the door we--' his voice trembled, 'that is-my son---' + +"'I thought," said the son simply, 'that it would be better for me not to +come to the dinner-table. But it happens to be my birthday, and my +father would not hear of my dining alone, so we hit upon this foolish +plan of dining in the dark. I'm sorry I startled you.' + +"'I am sorry,' said I, as I reached across the table and gripped his +hand, 'that I am such a fool; but it was only in the dark that you +startled me.' + +"From a faint tinge in the old man's cheek and a certain pleasant +softening of the poor solitary eye in front of me I secretly +congratulated myself upon this last remark. + +"'We never see a friend,' said the old man, apologetically, 'and the +temptation to have company was too much for us. Besides, I don't know +what else you could have done.' + +"'Nothing else half so good, I'm sure,' said I. + +"'Come,' said my host, with almost a sprightly air. 'Now we know each +other, draw our chairs to the fire and let's keep this birthday in a +proper fashion.' + +"He drew a small table to the fire for the glasses and produced a box of +cigars, and placing a chair for the old servant, sternly bade her to sit +down and drink. If the talk was not sparkling, it did not lack for +vivacity, and we were soon as merry a party as I have ever seen. The +night wore on so rapidly that we could hardly believe our ears when in a +lull in the conversation a clock in the hall struck twelve. + +"'A last toast before we retire,' said my host, pitching the end of his +cigar into the fire and turning to the small table. + +"We had drunk several before this, but there was something impressive in +the old man's manner as he rose and took up his glass. His tall figure +seemed to get taller, and his voice rang as he gazed proudly at his +disfigured son. + +"'The health of the children my boy saved!' he said, and drained his +glass at a draught." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12156.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12156.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..16e5775ca65c8d784d4fb4622e9449b3a4c4cd87 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12156.txt @@ -0,0 +1,347 @@ + + +NIGHT WATCHES + +by W.W. Jacobs + + + + +THE THREE SISTERS + +Thirty years ago on a wet autumn evening the household of Mallett's +Lodge was gathered round the death-bed of Ursula Mallow, the eldest of +the three sisters who inhabited it. The dingy moth-eaten curtains of +the old wooden bedstead were drawn apart, the light of a smoking oil- +lamp falling upon the hopeless countenance of the dying woman as she +turned her dull eyes upon her sisters. The room was in silence except +for an occasional sob from the youngest sister, Eunice. Outside the +rain fell steadily over the steaming marshes. + +"Nothing is to be changed, Tabitha," gasped Ursula to the other sister, +who bore a striking likeness to her although her expression was harder +and colder; "this room is to be locked up and never opened." + +"Very well," said Tabitha brusquely, "though I don't see how it can +matter to you then." + +"It does matter," said her sister with startling energy. "How do you +know, how do I know that I may not sometimes visit it? I have lived in +this house so long I am certain that I shall see it again. I will come +back. Come back to watch over you both and see that no harm befalls +you." + +"You are talking wildly," said Tabitha, by no means moved at her +sister's solicitude for her welfare. "Your mind is wandering; you know +that I have no faith in such things." + +Ursula sighed, and beckoning to Eunice, who was weeping silently at the +bedside, placed her feeble arms around her neck and kissed her. + +"Do not weep, dear," she said feebly. "Perhaps it is best so. A lonely +woman's life is scarce worth living. We have no hopes, no aspirations; +other women have had happy husbands and children, but we in this +forgotten place have grown old together. I go first, but you must soon +follow." + +Tabitha, comfortably conscious of only forty years and an iron frame, +shrugged her shoulders and smiled grimly. + +"I go first," repeated Ursula in a new and strange voice as her heavy +eyes slowly closed, "but I will come for each of you in turn, when your +lease of life runs out. At that moment I will be with you to lead your +steps whither I now go." + +As she spoke the flickering lamp went out suddenly as though +extinguished by a rapid hand, and the room was left in utter darkness. +A strange suffocating noise issued from the bed, and when the trembling +women had relighted the lamp, all that was left of Ursula Mallow was +ready for the grave. + +That night the survivors passed together. The dead woman had been a +firm believer in the existence of that shadowy borderland which is said +to form an unhallowed link between the living and the dead, and even the +stolid Tabitha, slightly unnerved by the events of the night, was not +free from certain apprehensions that she might have been right. + +With the bright morning their fears disappeared. The sun stole in at +the window, and seeing the poor earth-worn face on the pillow so touched +it and glorified it that only its goodness and weakness were seen, and +the beholders came to wonder how they could ever have felt any dread of +aught so calm and peaceful. A day or two passed, and the body was +transferred to a massive coffin long regarded as the finest piece of +work of its kind ever turned out of the village carpenter's workshop. +Then a slow and melancholy cortege headed by four bearers wound its +solemn way across the marshes to the family vault in the grey old +church, and all that was left of Ursula was placed by the father and +mother who had taken that self-same journey some thirty years before. + +To Eunice as they toiled slowly home the day seemed strange and Sabbath- +like, the flat prospect of marsh wilder and more forlorn than usual, the +roar of the sea more depressing. Tabitha had no such fancies. The bulk +of the dead woman's property had been left to Eunice, and her avaricious +soul was sorely troubled and her proper sisterly feelings of regret for +the deceased sadly interfered with in consequence. + +"What are you going to do with all that money, Eunice?" she asked as +they sat at their quiet tea. + +"I shall leave it as it stands," said Eunice slowly. "We have both got +sufficient to live upon, and I shall devote the income from it to +supporting some beds in a children's hospital." + +"If Ursula had wished it to go to a hospital," said Tabitha in her deep +tones, "she would have left the money to it herself. I wonder you do +not respect her wishes more." + +"What else can I do with it then?" inquired Eunice. + +"Save it," said the other with gleaming eyes, "save it." + +Eunice shook her head. + +"No," said she, "it shall go to the sick children, but the principal I +will not touch, and if I die before you it shall become yours and you +can do what you like with it." + +"Very well," said Tabitha, smothering her anger by a strong effort; "I +don't believe that was what Ursula meant you to do with it, and I don't +believe she will rest quietly in the grave while you squander the money +she stored so carefully." + +"What do you mean?" asked Eunice with pale lips. "You are trying to +frighten me; I thought that you did not believe in such things." + +Tabitha made no answer, and to avoid the anxious inquiring gaze of her +sister, drew her chair to the fire, and folding her gaunt arms, composed +herself for a nap. + +For some time life went on quietly in the old house. The room of the +dead woman, in accordance with her last desire, was kept firmly locked, +its dirty windows forming a strange contrast to the prim cleanliness of +the others. Tabitha, never very talkative, became more taciturn than +ever, and stalked about the house and the neglected garden like an +unquiet spirit, her brow roughened into the deep wrinkles suggestive of +much thought. As the winter came on, bringing with it the long dark +evenings, the old house became more lonely than ever, and an air of +mystery and dread seemed to hang over it and brood in its empty rooms +and dark corridors. The deep silence of night was broken by strange +noises for which neither the wind nor the rats could be held +accountable. Old Martha, seated in her distant kitchen, heard strange +sounds upon the stairs, and once, upon hurrying to them, fancied that +she saw a dark figure squatting upon the landing, though a subsequent +search with candle and spectacles failed to discover anything. Eunice +was disturbed by several vague incidents, and, as she suffered from a +complaint of the heart, rendered very ill by them. Even Tabitha +admitted a strangeness about the house, but, confident in her piety and +virtue, took no heed of it, her mind being fully employed in another +direction. + +Since the death of her sister all restraint upon her was removed, and +she yielded herself up entirely to the stern and hard rules enforced by +avarice upon its devotees. Her housekeeping expenses were kept rigidly +separate from those of Eunice and her food limited to the coarsest +dishes, while in the matter of clothes, the old servant was by far the +better dressed. Seated alone in her bedroom this uncouth, hard-featured +creature revelled in her possessions, grudging even the expense of the +candle-end which enabled her to behold them. So completely did this +passion change her that both Eunice and Martha became afraid of her, and +lay awake in their beds night after night trembling at the chinking of +the coins at her unholy vigils. + +One day Eunice ventured to remonstrate. "Why don't you bank your money, +Tabitha?" she said; "it is surely not safe to keep such large sums in +such a lonely house." + +"Large sums!" repeated the exasperated Tabitha, "large sums! what +nonsense is this? You know well that I have barely sufficient to keep +me." + +"It's a great temptation to housebreakers," said her sister, not +pressing the point. "I made sure last night that I heard somebody in +the house." + +"Did you?" said Tabitha, grasping her arm, a horrible look on her face. +"So did I. I thought they went to Ursula's room, and I got out of bed +and went on the stairs to listen." + +"Well?" said Eunice faintly, fascinated by the look on her sister's +face. + +"There was something there," said Tabitha slowly. "I'll swear it, for I +stood on the landing by her door and listened; something scuffling on +the floor round and round the room. At first I thought it was the cat, +but when I went up there this morning the door was still locked, and the +cat was in the kitchen." + +"Oh, let us leave this dreadful house," moaned Eunice. + +"What!" said her sister grimly; "afraid of poor Ursula? Why should you +be? Your own sister who nursed you when you were a babe, and who +perhaps even now comes and watches over your slumbers." + +"Oh!" said Eunice, pressing her hand to her side, "if I saw her I should +die. I should think that she had come for me as she said she would. O +God! have mercy on me, I am dying." + +She reeled as she spoke, and before Tabitha could save her, sank +senseless to the floor. + +"Get some water," cried Tabitha, as old Martha came hurrying up the +stairs, "Eunice has fainted." + +The old woman, with a timid glance at her, retired, reappearing shortly +afterwards with the water, with which she proceeded to restore her much- +loved mistress to her senses. Tabitha, as soon as this was +accomplished, stalked off to her room, leaving her sister and Martha +sitting drearily enough in the small parlour, watching the fire and +conversing in whispers. + +It was clear to the old servant that this state of things could not last +much longer, and she repeatedly urged her mistress to leave a house so +lonely and so mysterious. To her great delight Eunice at length +consented, despite the fierce opposition of her sister, and at the mere +idea of leaving gained greatly in health and spirits. A small but +comfortable house was hired in Morville, and arrangements made for a +speedy change. + +It was the last night in the old house, and all the wild spirits of the +marshes, the wind and the sea seemed to have joined forces for one +supreme effort. When the wind dropped, as it did at brief intervals, +the sea was heard moaning on the distant beach, strangely mingled with +the desolate warning of the bell-buoy as it rocked to the waves. Then +the wind rose again, and the noise of the sea was lost in the fierce +gusts which, finding no obstacle on the open marshes, swept with their +full fury upon the house by the creek. The strange voices of the air +shrieked in its chimneys windows rattled, doors slammed, and even, the +very curtains seemed to live and move. + +Eunice was in bed, awake. A small nightlight in a saucer of oil shed a +sickly glare upon the worm-eaten old furniture, distorting the most +innocent articles into ghastly shapes. A wilder gust than usual almost +deprived her of the protection afforded by that poor light, and she lay +listening fearfully to the creakings and other noises on the stairs, +bitterly regretting that she had not asked Martha to sleep with her. +But it was not too late even now. She slipped hastily to the floor, +crossed to the huge wardrobe, and was in the very act of taking her +dressing-gown from its peg when an unmistakable footfall was heard on +the stairs. The robe dropped from her shaking fingers, and with a +quickly beating heart she regained her bed. + +The sounds ceased and a deep silence followed, which she herself was +unable to break although she strove hard to do so. A wild gust of wind +shook the windows and nearly extinguished the light, and when its flame +had regained its accustomed steadiness she saw that the door was slowly +opening, while the huge shadow of a hand blotted the papered wall. +Still her tongue refused its office. The door flew open with a crash, a +cloaked figure entered and, throwing aside its coverings, she saw with a +horror past all expression the napkin-bound face of the dead Ursula +smiling terribly at her. In her last extremity she raised her faded +eyes above for succour, and then as the figure noiselessly advanced and +laid its cold hand upon her brow, the soul of Eunice Mallow left its +body with a wild shriek and made its way to the Eternal. + +Martha, roused by the cry, and shivering with dread, rushed to the door +and gazed in terror at the figure which stood leaning over the bedside. +As she watched, it slowly removed the cowl and the napkin and exposed +the fell face of Tabitha, so strangely contorted between fear and +triumph that she hardly recognized it. + +"Who's there?" cried Tabitha in a terrible voice as she saw the old +woman's shadow on the wall. + +"I thought I heard a cry," said Martha, entering. "Did anybody call?" + +"Yes, Eunice," said the other, regarding her closely. "I, too, heard +the cry, and hurried to her. What makes her so strange? Is she in a +trance?" + +"Ay," said the old woman, falling on her knees by the bed and sobbing +bitterly, "the trance of death. Ah, my dear, my poor lonely girl, that +this should be the end of it! She has died of fright," said the old +woman, pointing to the eyes, which even yet retained their horror. "She +has seen something devilish." + +Tabitha's gaze fell. "She has always suffered with her heart," she +muttered; "the night has frightened her; it frightened me." + +She stood upright by the foot of the bed as Martha drew the sheet over +the face of the dead woman. + +"First Ursula, then Eunice," said Tabitha, drawing a deep breath. "I +can't stay here. I'll dress and wait for the morning." + +She left the room as she spoke, and with bent head proceeded to her own. +Martha remained by the bedside, and gently closing the staring eyes, +fell on her knees, and prayed long and earnestly for the departed soul. +Overcome with grief and fear she remained with bowed head until a sudden +sharp cry from Tabitha brought her to her feet. + +"Well," said the old woman, going to the door. + +"Where are you?" cried Tabitha, somewhat reassured by her voice. + +"In Miss Eunice's bedroom. Do you want anything?" + +"Come down at once. Quick! I am unwell." + +Her voice rose suddenly to a scream. "Quick! For God's sake! Quick, +or I shall go mad. There is some strange woman in the house." + +The old woman stumbled hastily down the dark stairs. "What is the +matter?" she cried, entering the room. "Who is it? What do you mean?" + +"I saw it," said Tabitha, grasping her convulsively by the shoulder. "I +was coming to you when I saw the figure of a woman in front of me going +up the stairs. Is it--can it be Ursula come for the soul of Eunice, as +she said she would?" + +"Or for yours?" said Martha, the words coming from her in some odd +fashion, despite herself. + +Tabitha, with a ghastly look, fell cowering by her side, clutching +tremulously at her clothes. "Light the lamps," she cried hysterically. +"Light a fire, make a noise; oh, this dreadful darkness! Will it never +be day!" + +"Soon, soon," said Martha, overcoming her repugnance and trying to +pacify her. "When the day comes you will laugh at these fears." + +"I murdered her," screamed the miserable woman, "I killed her with +fright. Why did she not give me the money? 'Twas no use to her. Ah! +Look there!" + +Martha, with a horrible fear, followed her glance to the door, but saw +nothing. + +"It's Ursula," said Tabitha from between her teeth. "Keep her off! +Keep her off!" + +The old woman, who by some unknown sense seemed to feel the presence of +a third person in the room, moved a step forward and stood before her. +As she did so Tabitha waved her arms as though to free herself from the +touch of a detaining hand, half rose to her feet, and without a word +fell dead before her. + +At this the old woman's courage forsook her, and with a great cry she +rushed from the room, eager to escape from this house of death and +mystery. The bolts of the great door were stiff with age, and strange +voices seemed to ring in her ears as she strove wildly to unfasten them. +Her brain whirled. She thought that the dead in their distant rooms +called to her, and that a devil stood on the step outside laughing and +holding the door against her. Then with a supreme effort she flung it +open, and heedless of her night-clothes passed into the bitter night. +The path across the marshes was lost in the darkness, but she found it; +the planks over the ditches slippery and narrow, but she crossed them in +safety, until at last, her feet bleeding and her breath coming in great +gasps, she entered the village and sank down more dead than alive on a +cottage doorstep. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12337.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12337.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..42924d830afa1e5ad18a67d9a33e9bd5ceb84a29 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12337.txt @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ + + +DICKENS IN CAMP + +_BY BRET HARTE_ + +WITH A FOREWORD BY + +_Frederick S. Myrtle_ + +[Illustration] + +_San Francisco_ + +JOHN HOWELL +1922. + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +FOREWORD + + * * * * * + +"Dickens In Camp" is held by many admirers of Bret Harte to be his +masterpiece of verse. The poem is so held for the evident sincerity and +depth of feeling it displays as well as for the unusual quality of its +poetic expression. + +Bret Hart has been generally accepted as the one American writer who +possessed above all others the faculty of what may be called heart +appeal, the power to give to his work that quality of human interest +which enables the writer and his writings to live in the memory of the +reading public for all time. By reason of that gift of his Bret Harte +has been popularly compared with his great contemporary beyond the +seas, greatest of all sentimentalists among writers of fiction, +Charles Dickens. + +Just how far the younger author selected the elder for his ideal, built +upon him, so to speak, & held his example constantly before his mental +vision, may be always a matter of debate amongst students of literature. +There can be no question of the genuineness of the Californian writer's +admiration of him who made the whole world laugh or weep with him at +will. It is recorded Harte that at seven years of age he had read +"Dombey & Son," and so, as one of his biographers, Henry Childs Merwin, +observes, "began his acquaintance with that author who was to influence +him far more than any other." Merwin further declares that "the reading +of Dickens stimulated his boyish imagination and quickened that sympathy +with the weak and suffering, with the downtrodden, with the waifs and +strays, with the outcasts of society, which is remarkable in both +writers. The spirit of Dickens breathes through the poems and stories of +Bret Harte just as the spirit of Bret Harte breathes through the poems +and stories of Kipling. Bret Harte had a very pretty satirical vein +which might easily have developed, have made him an author of satire +rather than of sentiment. Who can say that the influence of Dickens, +coming at the early, plastic period of his life, may not have turned +the scale?" + +Another of his biographers, T. Edgar Pemberton, says his admiration for +Charles Dickens never waned, but on the contrary, increased as the years +rolled by. Harte himself, referring in later years to his childhood +days, to his father's library and the books to which he had access, +spoke of "the irresistible Dickens." Mr. Pemberton states, also, +that Bret Harte always felt that he owed a deep debt of gratitude to +Charles Dickens. + +Small wonder, then, that, Bret Harte no matter how unconsciously, +should have adopted here and there something of the style and some of +the mannerisms of Dickens. This is directly traceable in his writings, +even to the extent of his resorting, here and there, to oddities of +expression which were peculiarly Dickensian. + +The English writer, on his part, reciprocated in no small degree the +feeling of admiration which his works had aroused in the young American. +His biographer, John Forster, relates that Dickens called his attention +to two sketches by Bret Harte, "The Luck of Roaring Camp" and "The +Outcasts of Poker Flat," in which, writes the biographer, "he had found +such subtle strokes of character as he had not anywhere else in later +years discovered; the manner resembling himself but the matter fresh to +a degree that had surprised him; the painting in all respects masterly +and the wild rude thing painted a quite wonderful reality. I have rarely +known him more honestly moved." + +Dickens gave evidence of this feeling of appreciation in a letter +addressed to Harte in California, commending his literary efforts, +inviting him to write a story for "All the Year Round" and bidding him +sojourn with him at Gad's Hill upon his first visit to England. This +letter was written shortly before Dickens' death and, unfortunately, +did not reach Bret Harte until sometime after that sad event. + +When word of the passing of "The Master," as he reverently styled him, +reached Bret Harte he was in San Rafael. He immediately sent a dispatch +across the bay to San Francisco to hold back the forthcoming publication +of his "Overland Monthly" for twenty-four hours, and ere that time had +elapsed the poetic tribute to which the title was given of "Dickens in +Camp" had been composed and sent on its way to magazine headquarters +in the Western metropolis. That was in July, 1870. + +Late in the '70s, while on his way to a consulship in Germany, Bret +Harte visited London for the first time. There he was taken in charge +by Joaquin Miller, the Poet of the Sierras, who in his reminiscences +relates: "He could not rest until he stood by the grave of Dickens. +At last one twilight I led him by the hand to where some plain letters +in a broad, flat stone just below the bust of Thackeray read 'Charles +Dickens.' Bret Harte is dead now and it will not hurt him in politics, +where they seem to want the hard and heartless for high places, it will +not hurt him in politics nor in anything anywhere to tell the plain +truth, how he tried to speak but choked up, how tears ran down and fell +on the stone as he bowed his bare head very low, how his hand trembled +as I led him away." + +Many years later, in May, 1890, Bret Harte, in response to a request +for a facsimile of the original manuscript of "Dickens in Camp" replied +in part: + +"I hurriedly sent the first and only draft of the verses to the office +at San Francisco, and I suppose after passing the printer's and +proof-reader's hands it lapsed into the usual oblivion of all editorial +'copy'. + +"I remember that it was very hastily but very honestly written, and it +is fair to add that it was not until later that I knew for the first +time that those gentle and wonderful eyes, which I was thinking of as +being closed forever, had ever rested kindly upon a line of mine." + +The poem itself breathes reverence for "The Master" throughout. To +residents of California, who revel in the outdoor life of her mountains +& valleys, the poem has a particular attraction for its camp-fire spirit +which to us seems part and parcel of that outdoor life. It is a far +cry, perhaps, from the camp-fires of 1849 to the camp-fires of 1922, +but surely the camp-fire spirit is the same with us in our Western +wonderland today as it was with those rough old miners who sat around +the logs under the pines after a day of arduous and oft disappointing +toil. Surely the visions we see, the lessons we read in the camp-fire +glow, are much the same as they were then. Surely we build the same +castles in the air, draw the same inspirations from it. Biographer +Forster pays the poem this tribute: + +"It embodies the same kind of incident which had so affected the master +himself in the papers to which I have referred; it shows the gentler +influences which, in even those California wilds, can restore outlawed +'roaring campers' to silence and humanity; and there is hardly any +form of posthumous tribute which I can imagine likely to have better +satisfied his desire of fame than one which should thus connect with the +special favorite among all his heroines the restraints and authority +exerted by his genius over the rudest and least civilized of competitors +in that far, fierce race for wealth." + +In the twining of English holly and Western pine upon the great English +novelist's grave the poet expresses a happy thought. He calls East and +West together in common appreciation of one whose influence was not +merely local but worldwide. He invites the old world and the new to +kneel together at the altar of sentiment, an appeal to the emotions +which never fails to touch a responsive chord in the heart of humanity. + +Frederick S. Myrtle + +San Francisco, California +April, 1922 + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + + + +DICKENS in CAMP + + * * * * * + + +Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting, + The river sang below; +The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting + Their minarets of snow. + +The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted + The ruddy tints of health +On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted + In the fierce race for wealth; + +Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure + A hoarded volume drew, +And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure + To hear the tale anew; + +And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, + And as the firelight fell, +He read aloud the book wherein the Master + Had writ of "Little Nell." + +Perhaps 'twas boyish fancy,--for the reader + Was youngest of them all,-- +But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar + A silence seemed to fall; + +The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, + Listened in every spray, +While the whole camp, with "Nell" on English meadows, + Wandered and lost their way. + +And so in mountain solitudes--o'ertaken + As by some spell divine-- +Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken + From out the gusty pine. + +Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire: + And he who wrought that spell?-- +Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire, + Ye have one tale to tell! + +Lost is that camp! but let its fragrant story + Blend with the breath that thrills +With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory + That fills the Kentish hills. + +And on that grave where English oak and holly + And laurel wreaths intwine, +Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly,-- + This spray of Western pine! + + * * * * * + + + THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY COPIES OF THIS BOOK + PRINTED BY EDWIN GRABHORN FOR JOHN HOWELL. + TITLE PAGE AND DECORATIONS BY JOSEPH SINEL. + THIS IS COPY NO. [Handwritten: 37] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12458.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12458.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..de2b67034f0453e114d6b8eb93821d7f19b14265 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg12458.txt @@ -0,0 +1,340 @@ + + + +Transcribed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk + + + + +THE TALISMAN +FROM THE RUSSIAN OF ALEXANDER PUSHKIN +WITH OTHER PIECES + + + + +Contents: + + The Talisman + The Mermaid + Ancient Russian Song + Ancient Ballad + The Renegade + + + + +THE TALISMAN + + +From the Russian of Pushkin. + +Where fierce the surge with awful bellow +Doth ever lash the rocky wall; +And where the moon most brightly mellow +Dost beam when mists of evening fall; +Where midst his harem's countless blisses +The Moslem spends his vital span, +A Sorceress there with gentle kisses +Presented me a Talisman. + +And said: until thy latest minute +Preserve, preserve my Talisman; +A secret power it holds within it-- +'Twas love, true love the gift did plan. +From pest on land, or death on ocean, +When hurricanes its surface fan, +O object of my fond devotion! +Thou scap'st not by my Talisman. + +The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers, +Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow; +'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers, +Before the Prophet's shrine which bow; +Nor high through air on friendly pinions +Can bear thee swift to home and clan, +From mournful climes and strange dominions-- +From South to North--my Talisman. + +But oh! when crafty eyes thy reason +With sorceries sudden seek to move, +And when in Night's mysterious season +Lips cling to thine, but not in love-- +From proving then, dear youth, a booty +To those who falsely would trepan +From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty, +Protect thee shall my Talisman. + + + + +THE MERMAID + + +From the Russian of Pushkin. + +Close by a lake, begirt with forest, +To save his soul, a Monk intent, +In fasting, prayer and labours sorest +His days and nights, secluded, spent; +A grave already to receive him +He fashion'd, stooping, with his spade, +And speedy, speedy death to give him, +Was all that of the Saints he pray'd. + +As once in summer's time of beauty, +On bended knee, before his door, +To God he paid his fervent duty, +The woods grew more and more obscure: +Down o'er the lake a fog descended, +And slow the full moon, red as blood, +Midst threat'ning clouds up heaven wended-- +Then gazed the Monk upon the flood. + +He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising, +Himself no more the hermit knows: +He sees with foam the waters rising, +And then subsiding to repose, +And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders, +A female thence her form uprais'd, +Pale as the snow which winter squanders, +And on the bank herself she plac'd. + +She gazes on the hermit hoary, +And combs her long hair, tress by tress; +The Monk he quakes, but on the glory +Looks wistful of her loveliness; +Now becks with hand that winsome creature, +And now she noddeth with her head, +Then sudden, like a fallen meteor, +She plunges in her watery bed. + +No sleep that night the old man cheereth, +No prayer throughout next day he pray'd +Still, still, against his wish, appeareth +Before him that mysterious maid. +Darkness again the wood investeth, +The moon midst clouds is seen to sail, +And once more on the margin resteth +The maiden beautiful and pale. + +With head she bow'd, with look she courted, +And kiss'd her hand repeatedly, +Splashed with the water, gaily sported, +And wept and laugh'd like infancy-- +She names the monk, with tones heart-urging +Exclaims "O Monk, come, come to me!" {7} +Then sudden midst the waters merging +All, all is in tranquillity. + +On the third night the hermit fated +Beside those shores of sorcery, +Sat and the damsel fair awaited, +And dark the woods began to be-- +The beams of morn the night mists scatter, +No Monk is seen then, well a day! +And only, only in the water +The lasses view'd his beard of grey. + + + + +ANCIENT RUSSIAN SONG + + +i. + +The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled; +As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled; +A linen shirt so fine his frame invested, +O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet +The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward, +The lappets of its front were button'd backward, +And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers; +See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth, +From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling; +On his bended bow his figure he supporteth, +Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding; +Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd, +Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him: +O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling! +By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken, +To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure, +And the grass and the windel-straws art grasping? +To his Mother thus the gallant youth made answer: +'Twas not I, O mother dear, who made me drunken, +But the Sultan of the Turks has made me drunken +With three potent, various potations; +The first of them his keenly cutting sabre; +The next of them his never failing jav'lin; +The third of them his pistol's leaden bullet. + +ii. + +O rustle not, ye verdant oaken branches! +Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring; +When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment +Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar, +Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question: +Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling! +Who assisted thee to ravage and to plunder; +I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades. +I'll tell thee, Tsar! our country's hope and glory, +I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood: +Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number; +Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight; +The second was a steely dudgeon dagger; +The third it was a swift and speedy courser; +The fourth of my companions was a bent bow; +My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows. +Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory: +Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's bantling! +In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers; +For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee +With a house upon the windy plain constructed +Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam. + +iii. + +O thou field of my delight so fair and verdant! +Thou scene of all my happiness and pleasure! +O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee +With the soft green grass and juicy clover, +And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant. +One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee; +In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and verdant! +A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels, +Upon their very top there sits an eagle, +And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels, +Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven, +And its hot blood he sprinkles on the dry ground; +And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels, +Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling; +All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body. +As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch, +Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover, +So hovers there the mother dear who bore him; +And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water; +His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water; +His youthful wife, as falls the dew from heaven-- +The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven. + + + + +ANCIENT BALLAD + + +From the Malo Russian. + +From the wood a sound is gliding, +Vapours dense the plain are hiding, +How yon Dame her son is chiding. +"Son, away! nor longer tarry! +Would the Turks thee off would carry!" +"Ha; the Turkmen know and heed me; +Coursers good the Turkmen breed me." + +From the wood a sound is gliding, +Vapours dense the plain are hiding, +Still that Dame her son is chiding: +"Hence, begone! nor longer tarry! +Would the Horde {11} thee off would carry!" +"Ha! the Horde has learnt to prize me; +"'Tis the Horde with gold supplies me." + +Brings his horse his eldest sister, +And the next his arms, which glister, +Whilst the third, with childish prattle, +Cries, "when wilt return from battle?" + +"Fill thy hand with sands, ray blossom! +Sow them on the rock's rude bosom, +Night and morning stroll to view them, +With thy briny tears bedew them, +And when they shall sprout in glory +I'll return me from the foray." + +From the wood a sound is gliding, +Vapours dense the plain are hiding, +Cries the Dame in anxious measure: +"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my treasure!" +"Me shall wash the rains which splash me, +Me shall comb the thorns which gash me, +Me shall dry the winds which lash me." + + + + +THE RENEGADE + + +From the Polish of Mickiewicz. + +Now pay ye the heed that is fitting, +Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure; +The Pasha on sofa was sitting +In his harem's glorious centre. + +Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure, +And Kergeesian captive is dancing; +In the eyes of the first heaven's azure, +And in those black of Eblis is glancing. + +But the Pasha's attention is failing, +O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth; +From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling +Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth. + +What rumour without is there breeding? +Ye fair ranks asunder why wend ye? +Kyslar Aga {13b}, a strange captive leading, +Cometh forward and crieth. "Efendy! + +Whose face has the power when present +Midst the stars in divan which do muster, +Which amidst the gems of night's crescent +Has the blaze of Aldeboran's lustre. + +Glance nearer, bright star! I have tiding, +Glad tiding, behold how in duty +From far Lehistan the wind, gliding. +Has brought this fresh tribute of beauty. + +In the Padishaw's garden there bloometh, +In proud Istambul, no such blossom; +From the wintry regions she cometh +Whose memory so lives in thy bosom." + +Then the gauzes removes he which shade her, +At her beauty all wonder intensely; +One moment the Pasha survey'd her, +And, dropping his tchebouk, without sense lay. + +His turban has fallen from his forehead, +To assist him the bystanders started-- +His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid-- +See the Renegade's soul has departed. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{7} In the book the opening double-quotes are double commas. These +have been replaced by opening quotes in this eBook - DP. + +{11} The Tartar Horde,--generally known by the appellation of "The +Golden," which, some centuries since, was the dreaded and terrible +scourge of Southern Russia. + +{13a} Turkish pipe. + +{13b} Keeper of the women. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13075.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13075.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..35e003e8bc9f9d69365787617f39a7346f04ab9f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13075.txt @@ -0,0 +1,597 @@ + + + +Copyright (C) 2003 Scribolin + + + +For info visit: +www.scribolin.com +Printed in USA +Copyright (C) 2003 Scribolin +ISBN 0-9746226-0-5 + + A Hero and a Great Man + + Story by + Francis Kruckvich + + Illustrations by + Fritz + _________________________________________________________________ + +A Hero and A Great Man + +We hang the petty thieves and appoint +the great ones to public office +- Aesop + +They say knowledge is power. +Power walks with ambition. +Ambition will devour +A man without vision. + +Through a turbid town, +A great man walks. +Through a troubled town, +A great man talks. + +He tells tales of bravery. +On attention he feeds. +With speech most savory +He boasts of great deeds. + +He is well respected. +He enjoys much recognition. +He hopes to be selected +For a prestigious position. + +He likes to be seen. +He likes to be heard. +When he is on the scene, +He fills the air with word. + _________________________________________________________________ + +As greatness is a need +This need is his fate. +He is as great indeed, +As his need to feel great. + +One day as he was walking, +He happened to overhear +Two girls that were talking. +He turned his curious ear. + +As their words he overheard, +He felt his aid was required. +Always attracted to the spoken word +To the girls he inquired, + +Why do you girls carry on +In such a vociferous way? +To you my attention is drawn +Upon this beautiful day!!! + +And to him the him girls inquired, +Where does the sun go at night? +He knew an answer was required. +But he knew not what was right. + +Where it goes, he could not say +As he covertly looked about. +Being a master of delay, +He calmly searched for an out. + +A man was passing by +And overheard this conversation. +He thought he could supply, +A goodly explanation. + _________________________________________________________________ + +Details of this man are unknown +For he lived a life withdrawn. +He prefers to be quiet and alone. +A common life he has forgone. + +You see, he was not like you and me. +His methods were strange and new. +A different world his eyes would see. +A world in which others would have no clue. + +Despite his odd looks. +He is more then he appears. +He has read many books, +Yet still wet behind the ears. + +Every culture to its own will conform. +The mind of the crowd is a shallow creek. +As this man was far from the norm, +He was seen by the people as a freak. + +He values his peace. +He is devoted to thought. +This is his release. +Nothing finer could be bought. + +As peace is a need +This need is his fate. +Attempting to run from greed, +On simplicity he would concentrate. + +He never felt the peace +That he needed to feel. +He would never cease +To search for whats real. + _________________________________________________________________ + +If work was completed +According to plan, +It should not be repeated +By a frustrated man. + +The only exception +For such repetition +Is the struggle for perfection, +Or the folly of a politician. + +When he did a deed, +When he found satisfaction, +He could see no need +For any further action. + +If nothing was there broken +Or no deed to be done, +No answer to be spoken, +Then action was there none. + +If there is no disruption +And everything seems in balance, +Wasteful action is corruption +Of the purest talents. + +A problem of complexity +Needs a simple solution. +A mind in perplexity +Is lost in convolution. + +Now for the girls question, +He felt he knew, really. +He had a suggestion, +And he offered it freely. + _________________________________________________________________ + +A weary sun will hide +To give a new night birth. +The sun then goes to the other side +Of our blessed Mother Earth. + +The problem seemed to be solved. +The great man saw this. +He went to get involved. +For attention he could not miss. + +The freaks words had merit. +An advantage had been gained, +But the great man could not bear it. +His status must be maintained. + +The freaks words he twisted +With his eloquent speech. +His charisma could not be resisted. +It was he who would teach. + +He took the freaks idea +And made it his own. +No man would be right +Except he alone. + +He devised his own story +Using the freaks word. +He would take the glory +And make the freak seem absurd. + +He is not entirely correct. +The great man thus began. +I mean no disrespect +But I am, of course, a great man! + _________________________________________________________________ + +He was on the right track. +This I wont deny. +What truth may he lack, +I will attempt to supply. + +He does not know, it seems, +That our grateful relation +To the Suns warm beams +Lies in the Earths rotation. + +If you but wait, +This problem I will solve. +Upon its axis straight, +Does the Earth revolve. + +As our great God +Is wont to create, +Upon this imaginary rod +Does the Earth rotate. + +The sun remains still +While the Earth moves and spins +Where the suns warmth may fill +A new day on Earth begins. + +Just as the moon is the reason +For waves in the ocean +The change of the season +Is the Earth in Her motion. + +It is basic science. +The sun could never hide. +Our Earth is in complete reliance +Of the Sun on every side. + _________________________________________________________________ + +The girls were amazed +At this great display of speech. +Into the great mans eyes they gazed +As he proceeded to teach. + +A lesson he had taught +Not unlike a story compiled +From a borrowed thought +With its author left reviled. + +The freak was appalled +Watching innocence beguiled. +The girls were enthralled +While the great man smiled. + +Who was being deceived? +The freak felt some dismay. +The great man the girls believed. +And the freak just walked away. + +It seemed childish to contest. +He saw no reason to fight. +He thought best not to protest. +Both of their answers were right. + +Over time the great man grew +To earn a great mans reputation. +His words would cause much ado +And even some speculation. + +A few weeks quickly went by +During which time came a threat. +No rain had fallen from the sky, +But the ground seemed to be wet. + _________________________________________________________________ + +Water trickled like blood from a gash. +Soon the streets turned to mud. +People could not walk without a splash. +There was fear that the town would flood. + +Slowly, this problem would develop. +The water would continue to run. +Eventually, the whole town it would envelop +If something was not soon done. + +Water does not feel sorrow nor care +Wherever it trickles and roams. +The people were becoming more aware, +For it was soon in their homes. + +To the great man the people went +For some kind of solution. +There must be a way to prevent +Any further ground dilution. + +The great man promised thus, +To you I can assure, +For any problem threatening us +For sure there is a cure! + +I will stop this silly little flood. +Upon the great man you can rely. +The ground may be covered in mud +But, somewhere, must a solution lie! + +In his office the great man sat +Staring at the water on the floor. +He knew not how to deal with that, +But he knew there would be more. + _________________________________________________________________ + +Desperately trying to think of a plan +He repeatedly read the plaque on the wall, +Here is a Great Man +He will save us all! + +The sparkling water had a sense of beauty +As it reflected in the plaque. +A painful reminder of his duty, +A leader must never slack. + +So, eagerly, he donned his heavy boots, +And ventured forth for a walk +Through a series of muddy routes, +For to the people he must talk. + +The great man noticed one man solitary +As he trekked a turbid trail. +To the woods with buckets he did carry +In a struggling effort his home to bail. + +Though his face he could not see, +He knew that this man to be clever and brave. +He could not dwell on who it could be +For the great man had a town to save. + +He thought of the people as his duty required +To give them this instruction. +By this sight he was inspired +To save the town from destruction. + +Together we must pull! +This I must accent! +So each man scooped a bucket full +And into the woods with the water they went. + _________________________________________________________________ + +Soon this method had no effect. +The water continued to rise. +The people were beginning to suspect, +This is not where the solution lies. + +The great man saw this method would fail +But he knew he must not quit. +Again he trekked the turbid trail +To this problem he did commit. + +Then the great man saw a lone man dig +A trench in which the water would drop. +He dug it deep and he dug it big. +Perhaps, in this trench, the water would stop! + +He thought of the people, as his duty required +To give them this instruction. +By this site he was again inspired +To save the town from destruction. + +We must dig a great ditch +In which the water will drop. +Into this we all must pitch +If the water we are to stop! + +A solution to this we must seek. +Look to me in your time of need. +Though the situation may now look bleak, +We will succeed with my lead! + +Upon his shoulder, he felt a hand. +It was, in fact, the odd man. +The great man, at first, did not understand. +Then the freak thus began, + _________________________________________________________________ + +You may be great and the people strong, +But this wont stop the waters force. +This will not work for very long. +We must stop it at the source. + +The great man let out a great big laugh, +And to the odd man he talked down. +You think you can speak on the peoples behalf? +A great man must save this town! +We all share the same concern. +Your offer I do appreciate, +However, to experience, we must now turn. +This issue is too great. + +As the great man continued to give his speech +The freak had turned and walked away. +A solution soon someone must reach +No matter what the great man would say. + +Soon the town will certainly be +Just a huge pool of mud. +It is not really hard to see +That nothing is stopping this great flood. + +His mind was cloudy and his feet were muddy. +While the great man talked and talked, +The freak used this time to think and study, +So in search of the source he walked. + +The freak followed the water alone. +Deep into the woods he was led. +There he found a slab of stone. +On the stone it read, + _________________________________________________________________ + +In the event of a flood +This lesson should be learned +Unless you like to live in mud, +The valve must be turned. + +Below these words there was an arrow +And it was pointing to the creek. +The creek had begun to overflow. +This was, no doubt, the source of the leak. + +The freak was indeed happy to learn +How the flood had been produced. +He found the valve and gave it a turn. +And the water immediately was reduced. + +He went back up the muddy trail +And told the people what he had done. +But no one would believe his tale, +Not a single, solitary one. + +Afraid of being deceived, +The people showed only doubt, +Why should he be believed? +What is he all about? + +Skepticism and emotion +Were sparked by the freaks word. +His story caused quite a commotion, +And the great man, of course, overheard. +He said, I will solve this dispute. +Whatever the problem, there must be a plan. +Of the truth, we are in pursuit. +A great problem requires a great man! + _________________________________________________________________ + +Id like a word, please come with me, +To the freak the great man said. +The freak complied with his plea. +To the great mans office he was led. + +Once in his office, he closed the door. +He could not wait to ask, +What did you do, I want to hear more, +About how you pursued this task. + +As the freak began to describe +The valve at the creek and slab of stone. +The great man was not willing to subscribe +To this story by a man who lives alone. + +The great man was in disbelief. +He began to give the freak a speech. +His talk was not short, nor was it brief. +To the freak, a lesson he would teach. + +He told the freak about being great, +And that by his word he would rule. +Being a master at debate, +He made the freak look like a fool. + +From the office the freak went, +Stuck on the words the great man had said. +He walked the path back home in resent, +As the great mans voice he heard in his head. + +Its obvious that the town is his. +He could hear the people as he walked through. +Who in the world does he think he is? +He thinks he is a great man too! + _________________________________________________________________ + +The farther he walked the angrier he became, +To think that words could outshine skill. +Great man, bah...what a name! +Ill show them all, I will! + +Into the forest, he marched in retaliation. +He felt the need to settle the score. +He could not bear this indignation. +This town was not his home anymore. + +He found again the slab of stone. +He found again the valve by the creek. +Never before had he felt so alone. +Revenge now did he seek. + +In his anger, he turned the valve back. +The water began to overflow. +He thought, for a moment, about this attack. +Then he decided the people must know. + +On the way back, he felt some guilt. +His conscience was big and his mind was young. +Upon action his existence was built. +Once back in town, he held his tongue. + +The town again began to flood. +And the people again began to worry. +The ground again had turned to mud. +To their buckets again the people would hurry. + +The efforts again the great man would direct, +But an effort repeated is a lesson taught. +Soon the bucket method had no effect, +And this sent the great man into thought. + _________________________________________________________________ + +The man with the bucket, he only saw from afar. +And the man in the trench, never showed his face. +He began to feel that this was bizarre, +And then this pattern, he began to trace. + +These men were indeed one and the same! +The great man was struck with revelation. +This peculiar freak, with no name, +Had been the source of his inspiration! + +He headed down the muddy trail, +Into the forest he would withdraw. +There he dropped his water pale. +He could not believe what he saw. + +There he found a slab of stone +Just as the freak had said. +He wondered how this could go unknown +As the words on the stone he read, + +In the event of a flood +This lesson should be learned +Unless you like to live in mud, +The valve must be turned. + +Below these words there was an arrow +And it was pointing to the creek. +The creek had begun to overflow. +No doubt this was the source of the leak. + +The great man was indeed happy to learn +How the flood had been produced. +He found the valve and gave it a turn. +And the water immediately was reduced. + _________________________________________________________________ + +He went back up the muddy trail, +And told the people what he had done. +The people all gathered to hear his tale, +And all were intrigued, but one. + +Knowledge is power, the great man began. +A man who knows power is a man who is wise. +The greater the problem, the greater the man +Who can find the answer thats little in size. + +Great men do heroic deeds. +Over the common men they tower. +Great men are what this town needs... +Men who face danger, and do not cower. + +I am a great man, but a hero am I? +Thats a title I cannot claim. +There are those whose talent we may deny, +But they are heroes just the same. + +As they heard those words so profound, +The people hailed the great man and cheered. +The freak looked down at the ground. +He knew to them he would always seem weird. + +The girls who argued about the sun walked by. +They offered him words so sweet, +Youre a nice man, theres no need to cry. +Hes a great man, and he cant be beat. + +The freak looked at the girls and smiled. +He could see that a leader is all they need. +Its noble to protect the innocence of a child. +Yes, he said, He is a great man indeed. + +The End + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1330.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1330.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ab5b062c83e5116c8a4230d901f2a580bdb464c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1330.txt @@ -0,0 +1,363 @@ + + +THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO + +and + +THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO + + +By Helen Bannerman + + + + +PREFACE. + +There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Once +upon a time there was an English lady in India, where black children +abound and tigers are everyday affairs, who had two little girls. To +amuse these little girls she used now and then to invent stories, +for which, being extremely talented, she also drew and coloured the +pictures. Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on +a long railway journey, was the favourite; and it has been put into a +DUMPY BOOK, and the pictures copies as exactly as possible, in the hope +that you will like it as much as the two little girls did. + + + + + +THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. + + +Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little +Black Sambo. + +And his mother was called Black Mumbo. + +And his father was called Black Jumbo. + +And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of +beautiful little blue trousers. + +And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and bought him a beautiful Green +Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles +and Crimson Linings. + +And then wasn’t Little Black Sambo grand? + +So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in the +Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said to him, “Little +Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! +Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful little +Red Coat.” So the Tiger said, “Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but +you must give me your beautiful little Red Coat.” So the Tiger got poor +Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Red Coat, and went away saying, +“Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.” + +And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger, +and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And +Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and +I’ll give you my beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger said, +“Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but you must give me your +beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger got poor Little Black +Sambo’s beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, “Now I’m +the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.” + +And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger, +and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And +Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and +I’ll give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and +Crimson Linings.” + +But the Tiger said, “What use would your shoes be to me? I’ve got four +feet, and you’ve got only two; you haven’t got enough shoes for me.” + +But Little Black Sambo said, “You could wear them on your ears.” + +“So I could,” said the Tiger: “that’s a very good idea. Give them to me, +and I won’t eat you this time.” + +So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Purple Shoes +with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, “Now I’m +the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.” + +And by and by Little Black Sambo met another Tiger, and it said to him, +“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo +said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my +beautiful Green Umbrella.” But the Tiger said, “How can I carry an +umbrella, when I need all my paws for walking with?” + +“You could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way,” said Little +Black Sambo. “So I could,” said the Tiger. “Give it to me, and I won’t +eat you this time.” So he got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful Green +Umbrella, and went away saying, “Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the +Jungle.” + +And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers +had taken all his fine clothes. + +Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like “Gr-r-r-r-rrrrrr,” + and it got louder and louder. “Oh! dear!” said Little Black Sambo, +“there are all the Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I do?” + So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped round it to see what the +matter was. + +And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which of them +was the grandest. And at last they all got so angry that they jumped +up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to tear each other with +their claws, and bite each other with their great big white teeth. + +And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the very tree +where Little Black Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the +umbrella. And the Tigers all caught hold of each other’s tails, as they +wrangled and scrambled, and so they found themselves in a ring round the +tree. + +Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little Black +Sambo jumped up, and called out, “Oh! Tigers! why have you taken off all +your nice clothes? Don’t you want them any more?” But the Tigers only +answered, “Gr-r-rrrr!” + +Then Little Black Sambo said, “If you want them, say so, or I’ll take +them away.” But the Tigers would not let go of each other’s tails, and +so they could only say “Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!” + +So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off. + +And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go +of each other’s tails. And they were so angry, that they ran round the +tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till +they were whirling round so fast that you couldn’t see their legs at +all. + +And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just +melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted +butter (or “ghi,” as it is called in India) round the foot of the tree. + +Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from his work, with a great big +brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left of all the Tigers +he said, “Oh! what lovely melted butter! I’ll take that home to Black +Mumbo for her to cook with.” + +So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black +Mumbo to cook with. + +When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn’t she pleased! “Now,” said +she, “we’ll all have pancakes for supper!” + +So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and she made a +huge big plate of most lovely pancakes. And she fried them in the melted +butter which the Tigers had made, and they were just as yellow and brown +as little Tigers. + +And then they all sat down to supper. And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven +pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a +Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry. + + + + + +THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO + + +By Helen Bannerman + + + + +Once upon a time there was a little black girl, and her name was Little +Black Mingo. + +She had no father and mother, so she had to live with a horrid cross old +woman called Black Noggy, who used to scold her every day, and sometimes +beat her with a stick, even though she had done nothing naughty. + +One day Black Noggy called her, and said, “Take this chatty {ed. A +chatty is a large ceramic vase used to carry water.} down to the river +and fill it with water, and come back as fast as you can, QUICK NOW!” + +So Little Black Mingo took the chatty and ran down to the river as +fast as she could, and began to fill it with water, when Cr-r-rrrack!!! +Bang!!! A horrible big Mugger {ed. A Mugger is an alligator like +creature.} poked its nose up through the bottom of the chatty and said +“Ha, ha!! Little Mingo, I’m going to eat you up!” + +Little Black Mingo did not say anything. She turned and ran away as fast +as ever she could, and the Mugger ran after her. But the broken chatty +round his neck caught his paws, so he could not overtake her. + +But when she got back to Black Noggy, and told her how the Mugger had +broken the chatty, Black Noggy was fearfully angry. “You naughty girl,” + she said, “you have broken the chatty yourself, I have a good mind to +beat you.” And if she had not been in such a hurry for the water she +WOULD have beaten her. + +Then she went and fetched the great big chatty that the dhobi used to +boil the clothes in. “Take this,” said she, “and mind you don’t break +it, or I WILL beat you.” + +“But I can’t carry that when it is full of water,” said Little Black +Mingo. + +“You must go twice, and bring it half full each time,” said Black Noggy. + +So Little Black Mingo took the dhobi’s great big chatty, and started +again to go to the river. But first she went to a little bank above the +river, and peeped up and down, to see if she could see the old Mugger +anywhere. But she could not see him, for he was hiding under the very +bank she was standing on, and though his tail stuck out a little she +never saw him at all. + +She would have liked to run home, but she was too much afraid that Black +Noggy would beat her. + +So Little Black Mingo crept down to the river, and began to fill the big +chatty with water. And while she was filling it the Mugger came creeping +softly down behind her and caught her by the tail, saying, “Aha, Little +Black Mingo, now I’ve got you.” + +And Little Black Mingo said, “Oh! Please don’t eat me up, great big +Mugger.” + +“What will you give me, if I don’t eat you up?” said the Mugger. But +Little Black Mingo was so poor she had nothing to give. So the Mugger +caught her in his great cruel mouth and swam away with her to an island +in the middle of the river and set her down beside a huge pile of eggs. + +“Those are my eggs,” said he; “to-morrow a little mugger will come out +of each, and then we will have a great feast, and we will eat you up.” + +Then he waddled off to catch fish for himself, and left Little Black +Mingo alone beside the big pile of eggs. + +And Little Black Mingo sat down on a big stone and hid her face in her +hands, and cried bitterly, because she couldn’t swim and she didn’t know +how to get away. + +Presently she heard a queer little squeaky noise that sounded like +“Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!!! Oh Little Black Mingo, help me or I shall be +drowned.” She got up and looked to see what was calling, and she saw +a bush coming floating down the river with something wriggling and +scrambling about in it, and as it came near she saw that it was a +Mongoose that was in the bush. So she waded out as far as she could, and +caught hold of the bush and pulled it in, and the poor Mongoose crawled +up her arm on to her shoulder, and she carried him to shore. + +When they got to shore the Mongoose shook himself, and Little Black +Mingo wrung out her petticoat, and so they both very soon got dry. + +The Mongoose then began to poke about for something to eat, and very +soon he found the great big pile of Mugger’s eggs. “Oh, joy!” said he, +“what’s this?” + +“Those are Mugger’s eggs,” said Little Black Mingo. + +“I’m not afraid of Muggers!” said the Mongoose; and he sat down and +began to crack the eggs, and eat the little muggers as they came out. +And he threw the shells into the water, so that the old Mugger should +not see that any one had been eating them. But he was careless, and he +left one eggshell on the edge, and he was hungry and he ate so many that +the pile got much smaller, and when the old Mugger came back he saw at +once that some one had been meddling with them. + +So he ran to Little Black Mingo, and said, “How dare you eat my eggs?” + +“Indeed, indeed I didn’t,” said Little Black Mingo. + +“Then who could it have been?” said the Mugger, and he ran back to the +eggs as fast as he could, and sure enough when he got back he found the +Mongoose had eaten a whole lot more!! + +Then he said to himself, “I must stay beside my eggs till they are +hatched into little muggers, or the Mongoose will eat them all.” So he +curled himself into a ring round the eggs and went to sleep. + +But while he was asleep the Mongoose came to eat some more of the eggs, +and ate as many as he wanted, and when the Mugger woke this time, oh! +WHAT a rage he was in, for there were only six eggs left! He roared so +loud that all the little muggers inside the shells gnashed their teeth, +and tried to roar too. + +Then he said, “I know what I’ll do, I’ll fetch Little Black Mingo’s big +chatty and cover my eggs with that, then the Mongoose won’t be able to +get at them.” So he swam across to the shore, and fetched the dhobi’s +big chatty, and covered the eggs with it. “Now, you wicked little +Mongoose, come and eat my eggs if you can,” said he, and he went off +quite proud and happy. + +By and by the Mongoose came back, and he was terribly disappointed when +he found the eggs all covered with the big chatty. + +So he ran off to Little Black Mingo, and asked her to help him, and +Little Black Mingo came and took the big chatty off the eggs, and the +Mongoose ate them every one. + +“Now,” said he, “there will be no little muggers to make a feast for +tomorrow.” + +“No,” said Little Black Mingo, “but the Mugger will eat me all by +himself I am afraid.” + +“No he won’t,” said the Mongoose, “for we will sail away together in the +big chatty before he comes back.” + +So he climbed on to the edge of the chatty, and Little Black Mingo +pushed the chatty out into the water, and then she clambered into it and +paddled with her two hands as hard as she could, and the big chatty just +sailed beautifully. + +So they got across safely, and Little Black Mingo filled the chatty +half full of water and took it on her head, and they went up the bank +together. + +But when the Mugger came back, and found only empty egg-shells he was +fearfully angry. He roared and he raged, and he howled and he yelled, +till the whole island shook, and his tears ran down his cheeks and +pattered on the sand like rain. + +So he started to chase Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose, and he swam +across the river as fast as ever he could, and when he was half way +across he saw them landing, and as he landed they hurried over the first +ridge. + +So he raced after them, but they ran, and just before he caught them +they got into the house, and banged the door in his face. Then they shut +all the windows, so he could not get in anywhere. + +“All right,” said he, “you will have to come out some time, and then I +will catch you both, and eat you up.” + +So he hid behind the back of the house and waited. + +Now Black Noggy was just coming home from the bazaar with a tin of +kerosene on her head, and a box of matches in her hand. + +And when he saw her the Mugger rushed out and gobbled her up, kerosene +tin, matches and all!!! + +When Black Noggy found herself in the Muggers’ dark inside, she wanted +to see where she was, so she felt for the match-box and took out a match +and lit it. But the Mugger’s teeth had made holes in the kerosene tin, +so that the flame of the match caught the kerosene, and BANG!! the +kerosene exploded, and blew the old Mugger and Black Noggy into little +bits. + +At the fearful noise Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose came running +out, and there they found Black Noggy and the old Mugger all blown to +bits. + +So Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose got the nice little house for +their very own, and there they lived happy ever after. And Little Black +Mingo got the Mugger’s beard for her seat, and the Mongoose got Black +Noggy’s handkerchief for his. But he was so wee he used to put it on the +Mugger’s nose, and there they sat, and had their tea every evening. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13424.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13424.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..13c6ecf7f1f92ca2e2dfa81a4ab8c2454439062d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13424.txt @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ + + +HONORING PARENTS + +[Illustration] + + + + +HONORING PARENTS. + +[Illustration] + +_Prepared for the Massachusetts S.S. Society, and revised by the +Committee of Publication._ + +BOSTON: + +MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY, +Depository, No. 13 Cornhill. + +1851. + + + + +HONORING PARENTS. + +[Illustration] + +I suppose all my young readers have learned the fifth commandment, +and have often been told that children should honor their parents by +cheerful and prompt obedience to all their commands. This is one way in +which parents should be honored continually. + +But there is another way by which you may not only show that you feel +respect for your father and mother yourself, but you may force others to +feel the same respect for them. + +That you may understand what I mean, I will tell you a story of a little +boy who, for _once_, at least in his life, honored his mother. This +was not by any command, however, for she was not with him at the time, +and I do not suppose that she ever heard of the circumstance which I am +about to tell you. + +One morning, a teacher entered her school of about sixty children, +accompanied by another young lady,--her friend. The children did not +cluster around as thickly as usual. Some quietly took their seats; and +others, disliking the restraint of a stranger's presence, ran into the +play-ground. But nine o'clock soon came; and the teacher, having +conducted her friend to a seat where she might observe what passed +around her, rang a small bell, and the seats were soon filled with rosy +cheeks and smiling countenances. The morning hymn was sung, and then all +knelt to implore the blessing of him who loved little children when he +was in the world, and who loves them no less now he is in heaven. They +rose from their knees; and soon the teacher was busied with classes, and +the children who could study, with their books. + +[Illustration] + +Miss H. (the stranger) soon became interested in watching the movement +of six or eight little boys, of four years old, who occupied a low bench +near her. The smallest of these was a little black-eyed boy, who moved +about on the seat as much as any one, and made rather more than his +share of noise. He had a little book of pictures, which he was eagerly +displaying to the little ones around him; and several times had his +earnest explanations been interrupted by the voice of the teacher, +saying, "Willy, my dear, you must look at the pictures without talking;" +when a rude boy stepped up and snatched it from his hand. + +Now, what would you have done, if you had been in Willy's place just +then? Would you have struck your naughty little playmate, or called him +bad names? or should you have tried to snatch the book back again? Willy +knew a better way. He looked troubled, indeed, at first. He asked for +the book in a very coaxing tone; but when he found that the selfish +Henry would not give it up, he quietly turned away to find amusement +in something else. + +A little girl, who sat near, now handed Willy a large yellow-covered +book, full of beautiful painted pictures. His eyes now sparkled more +brightly than ever, as he began to turn over the leaves. Soon Henry +spied the pretty book; and not at all ashamed of his unkindness, he +moved towards Willy, and began to look over his shoulder. Would you not +have pushed him away, or at least have turned round so as to conceal the +book? But Willy held it towards him and pointed to the bright pictures +as pleasantly as if Henry had never been unkind to him. + +When school had closed, and the children had left the room, Miss H. said +to the teacher, "Who is that little boy you called Willy?" "His name is +William D----," said the teacher; "but why do you wish to know?" +"Because I know he has a _good mother_," was the reply. + +Now, how did this stranger, who never spoke to the little boy in her +life, know that he had a good mother? Was it not by his kind and +forgiving conduct to Henry? Yes; she knew that some good mother had +taught little Willy not to return evil for evil, but to do good to those +that used him spitefully. It was true, Willy's mother loved the meek and +forgiving Saviour, and tried to teach her little boy to love him and be +like him. And was she not honored, when the conduct of her son told +every one that he had a good mother? + +[Illustration] + +Dear children, can you not thus honor _your_ parents? But instead +of this, some children take the opportunity, when they are away from +their parents, to disobey all their wishes and instructions, and thus +lead those who see them to suppose that they have not been taught to +do right. O, how dreadful, that the conduct of a child should cause a +stranger to say, "I know he has a _bad_ mother!" + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13494.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13494.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0cd9b15dbe94c7b2048d6909fa23bd65ef6a28fa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg13494.txt @@ -0,0 +1,581 @@ + + +Fables for the Times. + +_By_ H.W. Phillips. + +_Illustrated by_ T.R. Sullivant. + + + + +Contents + +The Baa-Sheep and the Lion +The Dog and the Meat +The Fox and the Grapes +The Fox and the Crow +The Ass in the Lion's Skin +The Horse and the Oyster +The Monkey and the Ass +The Merchant and the Fool +The Wolf and the Sheep +The Ambitious Hippopotamus +The Man and the Serpent +The Appreciative Man +On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich +The Idol and the Ass +The Bee and Jupiter +The Lion and the Boar +The Tiger and the Deer +The Old Man, His Son and the Ass +The Shipwrecked Traveler +The Discontented Woman + + + + +The Baa-Sheep and the Lion. + + +A baa-sheep was lying under the paw of a black-maned lion. Whatever was +going to be done had to be done quickly. A thought flashed upon the sheep +and he said: + +"Most dread lord and master, I have heard your voice extolled beyond that +of all others. Will you not sing me a little selection from Wagner before I +die?" + +The lion, touched in his vanity, immediately started up and roared away +until the goose-flesh stood out on the rocks. When he had finished, the +sheep was in tears. + +"What means this?" growled the lion in a rage. "Do you presume to criticise +my singing?" + +"Oh, no!" sobbed the sheep. "That is not it. But I have heard that wool was +the worst thing in the world for the voice, and when I think of the ruin of +that beautiful organ of yours, consequent upon eating me, I weep to think +that I was not born hairless." + +The lion regarded him out of the corner of his eye. Then, in his grandest +manner, said: "Run along home to your ma, little sheep; I was only playing +with you," and walked off through the forest with a great deal of dignity. + +[Illustration: The Baa-Sheep and the Lion.] + + + + +The Dog and the Meat. + + +A dog with a piece of meat in his mouth was crossing a bridge over a placid +stream. On looking down he saw another dog with a precisely similar piece +of meat in the water below him. "That's a singular incident," he thought to +himself as he prepared to jump in. "But hold a minute! The angle of +incidence is always equal to the angle of reflection. Upon reflection, I +find that the other dog and the meat are only optical phenomena." And he +trotted on his way to Boston without further thought about the matter. + +[Illustration: The Dog and the Meat.] + + + + +The Fox and the Grapes. + + +A fox stood under an apple-tree and gazed up earnestly at the globes of +yellow lusciousness. "How sad, for the sake of an old-time piece of +literature," he said, "that the fox is a carnivorous animal and doesn't +care particularly about fruit!" + + +IMMORAL: + +We all have plenty of faults without the Truly Good taking the trouble to +invent them for us. + +[Illustration: The Fox and the Grapes.] + + + + +The Fox and the Crow. + + +A crow, having stolen a piece of flesh, perched in a tree to enjoy it at +leisure. A fox saw her, and, being hungry, thought he would employ a little +diplomacy to get the meat away from her. + +"What a prima-donna the crow would be," he said, looking at her with mock +admiration, "if she only had a voice proportional to her other +attractions!" + +The crow promptly dropped the piece of flesh on his head, completely +blinding him, and before he could recover from his surprise, lit on his +back and began to peck him viciously. "I'll have you to know," she cawed, +"that I'm a proper lady, and the man that compares me to them shameless +French singing hussies is going to get hurt." + + +IMMORAL: + +Don't praise the soft whiteness of a labor delegate's hands. + +[Illustration: The Fox and the Crow.] + + + + +The Ass in the Lion's Skin. + + +An ass, by some means unknown to the writer, having managed to get into a +lion's skin, ran around the neighborhood frightening the beasts into fits. +When he brayed, they said: "Jupiter! what a magnificent bass voice he has!" +and he was the pantata of that district until he died of old age. + + +IMMORAL: + +A good bluff, well chucked, is liable to do considerable execution. + +[Illustration: The Ass in the Lion's Skin.] + + + + +The Horse and the Oyster. + + +A very prancy horse, discovering an oyster on the sea-shore, thought to +show off a little and make the oyster envious. + +After he had done some surprising leaps and curvetings, he went up to the +oyster, and, with a toss of his head, said: + +"There! what do you think of that?" + +"You must excuse me," answered the bivalve, "but I have been blind from +birth, and missed the whole show." + + +IMMORAL: + +Of what use is a dress suit in the Desert of Sahara? + +[Illustration: The Horse and the Oyster.] + + + + +The Monkey and the Ass. + +An ass, having seen a monkey doing tricks on a roof, to the edification of +the villagers, became envious, and essayed to emulate his more agile rival. + +The roof broke under his greater weight, and he fell through on his master, +squashing him flatter than a pan-cake. Thenceforward, having no one to say +him nay, he lived a life of peace and plenty, coming and going at his own +sweet will, while the monkey was captured by an organ grinder and works +eighteen hours a day. + + +IMMORAL: + +People are not always such asses as they seem to us. + +[Illustration: The Monkey and the Ass.] + + + + +The Merchant and the Fool. + + +A merchant of horses was driving his stock to the market. On the road he +met a venerable old fool, who offered to buy his entire stock. + +"It is this way," said the intended purchaser, "I will take your horses +now, and whenever I find use for one, I will send you the money for it." + +"Now the gods be lenient to folly!" exclaimed the indignant merchant. +"Man, Man! where in the realm of idiocy did you get your knowledge of +business?" + +"I ran a pay-on-publication journal for ten years," said the fool with +asperity. + +But the merchant had vanished in a cloud of oaths and dust. + +[Illustration: The Merchant and the Fool.] + + + + +The Wolf and the Sheep. + + +A wolf that had been left for dead by the dogs lay not far from a running +brook. He felt that one good drink might save his life. Just then a sheep +passed near. + +"Pray, sister," said he very gently, but with a sinister twinkle of his eye +teeth, "bring me some water from yon stream." + +"Certainly," said the sheep, and she brought him a glass in which she had +poured a few knock-out drops. As she sat on his corpse a little later she +moralized in this manner: "Some clever people are wicked, but all wicked +people are not clever by a d----d sight." + +[Illustration: The Wolf and the Sheep.] + + + + +The Ambitious Hippopotamus. + + +A hippopotamus who had dwelt contentedly for years on the banks of a reedy +stream, looked up one day and saw an eagle. + +She became immediately fired with a desire to fly. Having lived a staid and +respectable life that could not but find favor in the eyes of the gods, she +raised her voice in prayer. + +Jove smiled a little, but granted her request. + +On the instant a pair of broad, powerful wings were affixed to her +shoulders. + +She was naturally a trifle nervous about trying them at first, but finally +mustered up her courage. + +Away she swooped, and with a pardonable vanity took her course over a piece +of jungle where some old friends lived. + +Precisely thirty-eight seconds later a convention of animals, all swearing +and trembling with fright, were trying to conceal themselves in the same +three-by-four hole in the ground. + +The effect on the other animals disconcerted the good-natured hippopotamus +to such an extent that she lost control of herself and sailed through the +forest like an avalanche on a bender. Down went the trees and crack went +the branches, while horror-stricken beasts with bristling hair split the +welkin with their shrieks. + +The hippopotamus made for home at her best speed. Arriving over the +familiar spot, she let go all holds and came down ker-splash in the mud, +knocking the astonished little hippopotamuses out into mid-stream. + +"Oh, Jupiter! take 'em off!" she gasped. "I now see that the hippopotamus +was not intended to fly." + + +IMMORAL: + +It takes more than nine bloomers to make a man. + +[Illustration: The Ambitious Hippopotamus.] + + + + +The Man and the Serpent. + + +A man, who had lived a beautiful purple life, went to sleep under a tree in +the forest. Jove sent a huge serpent to destroy him. The man awakened as +the reptile drew near. + +"What a horrid sight!" he said. "But let us be thankful that the +pink-and-green elephant and the feathered hippopotamus are not also in +evidence." + +And he took a dose of bromide and commended himself again to sleep, while +the serpent withdrew in some confusion. + + +WHAT THIS PROVES TO A THINKING MIND: + +Jove himself couldn't get a job as Sunday-School Superintendent on his +reputation. + +[Illustration: The Man and the Serpent.] + + + + +The Appreciative Man. + + +A man stood in the archway of an ancient temple. He took in the wonderful +proportions and drank of the exquisite detail in an ecstasy of delight. + +"Oh, great is art!" he cried in a frenzy. "Art is all! the only God!" + +Just then an earthquake came mumbling along and jarred the whole country +loose. + +As the man picked himself out of the jumbled-up ruins into the dust-filled +air, he encountered a lion who had lost his tail and his temper in the +_mélée_. + +"Well, where's your art now?" snarled the lion.[1] + +"All in my eye, I reckon," answered the man, as he bathed his damaged +optic. + +[Illustration: The Appreciative Man.] + + + + +On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich. + + +An ostrich, who was closely pursued by a hunter, suddenly thrust his head +deep down into the sand. + +"Ah! ah!" exulted the hunter, "I have the silly thing at last." He advanced +to place a rope around the bird's legs; but the ostrich, who had accurately +timed his arrival, landed a kick in the pit of his stomach that sent him +into the hereafter like a bullet through a fog-bank. + + +IMMORAL: + +"Umph," said the ostrich as he surveyed his victim, "because a man looks +sad at the opening of a jack-pot, it doesn't necessarily follow that he's +only got ace-high." + +[Illustration: On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich.] + + + + +The Idol and the Ass. + + +An ass felt it his duty to destroy superstition, so he went up to the brass +idol in the market-place and gave it a vigorous kick. + +A dog came to him as he lay groaning on the ground, nursing his broken leg, +and said, "Well, did you prove anything?" + +"Nothing," said the other. "Except that I am an ass." + +Deductions to be drawn: Any old thing. + +[Illustration: The Idol and the Ass.] + + + + +The Bee and Jupiter. + + +A Bee, the queen of all the hives, ascended to Olympus with a present of +some super-refined honey for Jupiter. + +The god was delighted with the honey, and in return offered to grant any +request the Bee might make. + +"Give to me, I pray, O Lord of the Heavens! a sting, that, small and weak +as I am, I may not be defenceless against my enemies." + +Jupiter was quite put out at this demand, as he knew the weapon would be +used principally against mankind, whom he much loved. But a god's promise +must be kept, so he said: + +"It is granted you." + +"Many thanks, most potent one!" cried the Bee, running the new-gained +weapon in and out with much satisfaction. + +Jupiter sternly cut short her thanks, and continued: + +"In using this means of defense and offense you will imperil your own life, +for the sting shall remain in the wound it makes and you shall die from the +loss of it." + +The Bee flew around for a moment, and then lit on the back of the god's +neck. + +"You will kindly reconsider that last clause," she said, "or," in a very +meaning tone, "I die right here." + +Jupiter felt a cold chill take its agitated way up his spinal column. + +"All right," he said, hastily. "I don't want to be small about it. Have it +your own way. Only please get off my neck!" + +The Bee went joyously back to earth, humming a song of praise. + + +IMMORAL: + +How to play a cinch (Hoyle). "Put both feet on the encircled object. +Rosin the hands, take a long breath and _Pull_." + +[Illustration: The Bee and Jupiter.] + + + + +The Lion and the Boar. + + +One Sunday, when the new administration had induced a general thirst, a +lion and a boar came at the same moment to a corner spring to drink. + +"Have one with me," said the lion. "No, sir; this is on me," said the boar. +From words they came to blows, and while they were in the press of combat +the clock struck one A.M. and they had to go home cold-sober and disgusted. + + +IMMORAL: + +Reform is just the thing for angels. + +[Illustration: The Lion and the Boar.] + + + + +The Tiger and the Deer. + + +One day a tiger, who had grown remorseful over his murderous career, +resolved to turn over a new leaf and live on terms of friendly interest +with the other animals of the forest. + +He started out on a campaign of pacification. The first animal he met was +the deer, whom he addressed in the most courteous and beautiful of +language, assuring him of his undying affection. + +"Bunco!" yelled the deer, as he skipped away from there at the rate of ten +seconds in even time. + + +IMMORAL: + +It is useless to attempt to gain the good-will of suspicious characters. + +[Illustration: The Tiger and the Deer.] + + + + +The Old Man, His Son and the Ass. + + +An old man and his little boy were once driving an ass to the market-place. +"What's the matter with one of you riding?" said a passer-by. So the man +put his boy on the ass and they went on. The next person they met said it +was a shame to see a boy ride while an old man walked. The man lifted the +boy off and got on himself. This also excited adverse comment, and the man +took the boy up behind him. The next critic was a member of the S.P.C.A., +and he upbraided them both roundly, saying that they would better carry the +ass than he them. Thereupon they tied the ass's legs to a long pole and +carried him between them. While crossing the bridge, into the town, the +man stumbled and the ass fell into the water and was drowned. They +promptly sued the city for damages, and compromised on $263, more than +eight times the value of the ass. + + +IMMORAL: + +Hard luck cannot touch smooth people. + +[Illustration: The Old Man, His Son and the Ass.] + + + + +The Shipwrecked Traveler. + + +A man who had traveled over many countries was shipwrecked off the coast of +Opera land. After a desperate battle with the waves he managed to near the +shore where the cruel waves played with him like a cat with a mouse. He +would pull himself up the beach, half fainting, and a great, dancing, +hissing breaker would pounce upon him and drive him back. + +He called for help until the inhabitants espied him. + +They came in a group, the women costumed as milkmaids and the men as +cavaliers. + +After making about twenty feet the company stopped. + +"Oh! save him, save him!" sang the soprano. + +"Yes, yes! we will save him!" sang back the tenor. + +Then everybody sang "Save him, save him; oh, yes, we will save him, save +him from _the sea_!!!" + +The sopranos took a B flat on the last note, while the tenors and altos +rambled up and down the scale and the bassos bombarded the theme with their +deepest chest tones. + +In the meantime the traveler had been washed out to sea. As the next wave +brought him to the strand the company advanced once more a short distance, +and began. + +"In the name of Mercy, help me!" screamed the drowning man. + +"Oh, hear his piteous cry," sang the tenors, and the prima donna stepped +out and sang a beautiful aria beginning "Now the cruel waves advancing." +After she had finished the bass got in front of the company. + +He described how his strong arm had plucked the stranger from a watery +grave, and advanced to the beach to suit the action to the words. + +But, alas! the traveler had given up the ghost several minutes before. Then +the company sang a miserere and went home to lunch. + + +IMMORAL: + +The finest of Raphael's canvases would make a poor overcoat. + +[Illustration: The Shipwrecked Traveler.] + + + + +The Discontented Woman. + + +A woman who was dissatisfied with her husband loudly petitioned Jove to +send her another. The god listened favorably to her petition and sent her +a demigod. + +In less than a week the woman was bewailing her lot again, saying she never +cared for mixed goods anyhow, and that while the god-half of her present +husband might be all right, the man-half snored and chewed tobacco. Jove, +wearied by her ill-humored persistency, took back the demi-god and sent her +a man out of the Yellow Book for husband, instead. + +Up to the present writing the lady in question hasn't discovered where she +is at. + + +IMMORAL: + +Hysterics and Art are only relations by marriage. + +[Illustration: The Discontented Woman.] + +[Footnote 1: (editorial note) This was corrected from the original, which + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14014.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14014.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ff1ee5bc015d08070c88cd8dc3a05492fddd0874 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14014.txt @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ + + +No. 556 + +DANGERS ON THE ICE OFF THE COAST OF LABRADOR + +With Some Interesting Particulars Respecting the Natives of that Country + +Printed for the Religious Tract Society + +London + +[Price One Penny] + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Moravian Missionaries on the coast of Labrador (a part of North +America) for many years suffered much from the severity of the climate, +and the savage disposition of the natives. In the year 1782, the +brethren, Liebisch and Turner, experienced a remarkable preservation of +their lives; the particulars show the dangers the Missionaries underwent +in pursuing their labours. To this Narrative are added some further +particulars, which show their labours were not without success. + +Early on March the 11th, they left Nain to go to Okkak, a journey of +150 miles. They travelled in a sledge drawn by dogs, and another sledge +with Esquimaux joined them, the whole party consisting of five men, one +woman, and a child. The weather was remarkably fine, and the track over +the frozen sea was in the best order, so that they travelled at the +rate of six or seven miles an hour. All therefore were in good spirits, +hoping to reach Okkak in two or three days. Having passed the islands +in the bay, they kept at a considerable distance from the shore, both +to gain the smoothest part of the ice, and to avoid the high and rocky +promontory of Kiglapeit. About eight o'clock they met a sledge with +Esquimaux driving towards the land, who intimated that it might be well +not to proceed; but as the missionaries saw no reason for it, they paid +no regard to these hints, and went on. In a while, however, their own +Esquimaux remarked, that there was a swell under the ice. It was then +hardly perceptible, except on applying the ear close to the ice, when a +hollow grating and roaring noise was heard. The weather remained clear, +and no sudden change was expected. But the motion of the sea under the +ice had grown so perceptible as rather to alarm our travellers, and they +began to think it prudent to keep closer to the shore. The ice in many +places had fissures and cracks, some of which formed chasms of one or +two feet wide; but as they are not uncommon, and the dogs easily leap +over them, the sledge following without danger, they are terrible only +to new comers. + +As soon as the sun declined, the wind increased and rose to a storm. +The snow was driven about by whirl winds, both on the ice and from off +the peaks of the high mountains, and filled the air. At the same time +the swell had increased so much, that its effects upon the ice became +very extraordinary and alarming. The sledges, instead of gliding along +smoothly upon an even surface, sometimes ran with violence after the +dogs, and shortly after seemed with difficulty to ascend the rising +hill; for the elasticity of so vast a body of ice, of many leagues +square, supported by a troubled sea, though in some places three or four +yards in thickness, would, in some degree, occasion a motion not unlike +that of a sheet of paper upon the surface of a rippling stream. Noises +were now likewise heard in many directions, like the report of cannon, +owing to the bursting of the ice at some distance. + +The Esquimaux drove with all haste towards the shore, as it plainly +appeared the ice would break and disperse in the open sea. When the +sledges approached the coast, the prospect before them was truly +terrific. The ice, having broken loose from the rocks, was forced up +and down, grinding and breaking into a thousand pieces against the +precipices, with a tremendous noise, which, added to the raging of +the wind, and the snow driving about in the air, nearly deprived the +travellers of the power of hearing and seeing any thing distinctly. + +To make the land at any risk, was now the only hope left, but it was +with the utmost difficulty the frighted dogs could be forced forward, +the whole body of the ice sinking frequently below the rocks, then +rising above them. As the only moment to land was that when the ice +gained the level of the shore, the attempt was extremely nice and +hazardous. However, by God's mercy, it succeeded; both sledges gained +the shore, and were drawn up the beach, though with much difficulty. + +The travellers had hardly time to reflect with gratitude to God for +their safety, when that part of the ice from which they had just now +made good their landing, burst asunder, and the water forcing itself +from below, covered and precipitated it into the sea. In an instant, +the whole mass of ice, extending for several miles from the coast, and +as far as the eye could reach, burst, and was overwhelmed by the rolling +waves. The sight was tremendous and awfully grand; the large fields of +ice raising themselves out of the water, striking against each other, +and plunging into the deep, with a violence not to be described, and a +noise like the discharge of innumerable batteries of heavy guns. The +darkness of the night; the roaring of the wind and the sea, and the +dashing of the waves and ice against the rocks, filled the travellers +with sensations of awe and horror, so as almost to deprive them of the +power of utterance. They stood overwhelmed with astonishment at their +miraculous escape, and even the heathen Esquimaux expressed gratitude +to God for their deliverance. + +The Esquimaux now began to build a hut with snow, about thirty paces +from the beach, but before they had finished their work, the waves +reached the place where the sledges were secured, and they were with +difficulty saved from being washed into the sea. About nine o'clock +all of them crept into the snow-house, thanking God for this place +of refuge; for the wind was piercingly cold, and so violent, that it +required great strength to stand against it. + +Before they entered this habitation, they could not help once more +turning their eyes to the sea, which was now free from ice. They beheld +with horror, mingled with gratitude for their safety, the enormous waves +driving furiously before the wind and approaching the shore, where with +dreadful noise they dashed against the rocks, foaming and filling the +air with spray. The whole company now got their supper, and having sung +an evening hymn in the Esquimaux language, lay down to rest about ten +o'clock. The Esquimaux were soon fast asleep, but brother Liebisch +could not get any rest, partly on account of the dreadful roaring of +the wind, and partly owing to a sore throat, which gave him much pain. +His wakefulness proved the deliverance of the whole party from sudden +destruction. About two o'clock in the morning, he perceived some salt +water dropping from the roof of the snow-house upon his lips. On a +sudden, a tremendous wave broke close to the house, discharging a +quantity of water into it; a second soon followed, and carried away +the slab of snow placed as a door before the entrance. The missionaries +having roused the sleeping Esquimaux, they instantly set to work, One of +them with a knife cut a passage through the house, and each seizing some +part of the baggage, threw it out on a higher part of the beach; brother +Turner assisting them. Brother Liebisch and the woman and child fled +to a neighbouring eminence. The latter were wrapt up by the Esquimaux +in a large skin, and the former took shelter behind a rock, for it was +impossible to stand against the wind, snow, and sleet. Scarcely had the +company retreated, when an enormous wave carried away the whole house. + +They now found themselves a second time delivered from the most imminent +danger of death; but the remaining part of the night, before the +Esquimaux could seek and find another and safer place for a snow-house, +were hours of great distress and very painful reflections. Before the +day dawned, the Esquimaux cut a hole in a large drift of snow, to serve +as a shelter to the woman and child and the two missionaries. Brother +Liebisch, however, owing to the pain in his throat, could not bear the +closeness of the air, and was obliged to sit down at the entrance, +being covered with skins, to guard him against the cold. As soon as +it was light, they built another snow-house, and miserable as such an +accommodation must be, they were glad and thankful to creep into it. + +The missionaries had taken but a small stock of provisions with them, +merely sufficient for the short journey to Okkak. Joel, his wife and +child, and Kassigiak, a heathen sorcerer, who was with them, had +nothing. They were obliged therefore to divide the small stock into +daily portions, especially as there appeared no hopes of soon quitting +this place and reaching any dwellings. They therefore resolved to serve +out no more than a biscuit and a half per day to each. The missionaries +remained in the snowhouse, and every day endeavoured to boil so much +water over their lamps, as might supply them with two cups of coffee +a-piece. Through mercy they were preserved in good health, and, quite +unexpectedly, brother Liebisch recovered on the first day of his sore +throat. The Esquimaux also kept up their spirits, and even Kassigiak, +though a wild heathen, declared; that it was proper to be thankful that +they were still alive; adding, that if they had remained a little longer +on the ice yesterday all their bones would have been broken in a short +time. + +Towards noon of the 13th, the weather cleared up, and the sea was seen +as far as the eye could reach, quite clear and free from ice; but the +weather being very stormy, the Esquimaux could not quit the snow-house, +which made them very low-spirited and melancholy. They, however, possess +one advantage, namely, the power of going to sleep when they please, +and, if need be, they will sleep for days and night together. + +In the evening of the 15th, the sky became clear, and their hopes +revived. Mark and Joel went out to reconnoitre, and reported that the +ice had acquired a considerable degree of solidity, and might soon +afford a safe passage. The poor dogs had now nearly fasted four days, +but in the prospect of a speedy release, the missionaries allowed to +each a few morsels of food. The temperature of the air having been +rather mild, it occasioned new source of distress, for, from the warmth +of the inhabitants, the roof of the snow-house began to melt, which +occasioned a continual dropping, and by degrees made every thing soaking +wet. The missionaries considered this the greatest hardship they had to +endure, for they had not a dry thread about them, nor a dry place to +lie in. + +On the 16th, early, the sky cleared, but the fine particles of snow were +driven about like clouds. Their present distress dictated the necessity +of venturing something to reach the habitations of men, and yet they +were rather afraid of passing over the newly frozen sea, and could not +determine what to do. Brother Turner went again with Mark to examine the +ice, and both seemed satisfied that it had acquired sufficient strength. +They therefore came to a final resolution to return to Nain, committing +themselves to the protection of the Lord. + +Notwithstanding the wind had considerably increased, accompanied with +heavy showers of snow and sleet, they ventured to set off at half past +ten o'clock in the forenoon of the 19th. Mark ran all the way round +Kiglapeit before the sledge to find a good track, and about one o'clock, +through God's mercy, they were out of danger and reached the Bay. +Here they found a good track upon smooth ice, and made a meal upon the +remnant of their provisions. Thus refreshed, they resolved to proceed +without stopping till they reached Nain, where they arrived at twelve +o'clock at night. + +It may easily be conceived with what gratitude to God the whole family +at Nain bade them welcome. During the storm, they had considered with +some dread, what might be the fate of their brethren, though its +violence was not felt so much there. Added to this, the hints of the +Esquimaux had considerably increased their apprehensions for their +safety, and their fears began to get the better of their hopes. All, +therefore, joined most fervently in praise and thanksgiving to God, +for this signal deliverance. + +For many years the conversion of the heathen in Labrador, not only +proceeded very slowly, but was attended with many discouraging +circumstances. The missionaries had patiently persevered in preaching to +the natives, and watching every opportunity to make them attentive to +the best interests of their soils: but reaped little fruit from their +labours. Visits were frequent, and there was in general no want of +hearers to address, but they showed no disposition to be instructed. +If even a salutary impression was occasionally made on their minds, it +was not abiding. Some families were indeed collected in the different +settlements, but after staying there the winter, they mostly moved away +again in summer, and apparently forgot all they had heard. + +Before the close of the year 1804, a new period commenced. A fire from +the Lord was kindled among the Esquimaux, accompanied with the clearest +evidence of being the effect of the operations of the divine Spirit on +their hearts. It commenced at Hopedale, the very place which presented +the most discouraging prospect. + +When the Esquimaux of that place returned from their summer excursions, +the missionaries were delighted to find, that they not only had been +preserved from sinful practices, but had greatly increased in the +knowledge of divine truth. They had obtained an humbling insight into +the corruption and deceitfulness of their hearts, and the wretched state +of a person void of faith in Christ. This constrained them to cry for +mercy, and gladly to accept salvation on the terms of the gospel: and +some afforded encouraging hopes, that they had found forgiveness of sins +in the blood of Christ, by which their souls were filled with peace +in believing. Out of the abundance of the heart their mouths spake of +the love and power of Jesus. Their artless but energetic declarations +impressed the rest of the inhabitants. They began to feel the necessity +of true conversion; and in a short time all the adults appeared +earnestly to seek peace with God. Even several of the children were +awakened. The missionaries were daily visited by people, who either +inquired "what they must do to be saved," or testified of the grace of +God manifested to their souls. + +The progress of the mission, in the sequel, supplies sufficient proof, +that the effect of the gospel, just related, was not a wild fire, or the +mere consequence of a momentary impression, but a divine work wrought in +the hearts of the natives by the Spirit of God himself. The missionaries +frequently mention the attention and diligence shown in the schools, +both by adults, and children, and the delight and fervour with which +they engage in their family devotions, and in conversations with each +other respecting the influence of the gospel on their own souls. Their +behaviour at public worship likewise very strikingly differed from that +of former years, with regard to the eagerness with which they now +attended the house of God, and their deportment during the performance +of divine service. On one occasion the missionaries remark, "We no +longer see bold, undaunted heathen sitting before us, with defiance or +ridicule in their looks; but people expecting, a blessing, desirous to +experience the power of the word of life, shedding tears of repentance, +and their whole appearance evincing devotion and earnest inquiry." + +Christians! does not this narrative present us with some useful subjects +for reflection? + + +London: Printed for THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14100.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14100.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..848f903d8c1ca10ea6e9715cccca640ca1c209b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14100.txt @@ -0,0 +1,393 @@ + + +EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN, +_A POEM_. + +BY ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD. + +LONDON: + +PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON AND CO., +ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD. + +1812. + +PRINTED BY +RICHARD TAYLOR AND CO., SHOE LANE. + + + + +EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN. + +Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar, +O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war: +To the stern call still Britain bends her ear, +Feeds the fierce strife, the alternate hope and fear; +Bravely, though vainly, dares to strive with Fate, +And seeks by turns to prop each sinking state. +Colossal Power with overwhelming force [2] +Bears down each fort of Freedom in its course; +Prostrate she lies beneath the Despot's sway, +While the hushed nations curse him--and obey, + +Bounteous in vain, with frantic man at strife, +Glad Nature pours the means--the joys of life; +In vain with orange blossoms scents the gale, +The hills with olives clothes, with corn the vale; +Man calls to Famine, nor invokes in vain, +Disease and Rapine follow in her train; +The tramp of marching hosts disturbs the plough, +The sword, not sickle, reaps the harvest now, +And where the Soldier gleans the scant supply. +The helpless Peasant but retires to die; +No laws his hut from licensed outrage shield, [3] +And war's least horror is the ensanguined field. + +Fruitful in vain, the matron counts with pride +The blooming youths that grace her honoured side; +No son returns to press her widow'd hand, +Her fallen blossoms strew a foreign strand. +--Fruitful in vain, she boasts her virgin race, +Whom cultured arts adorn and gentlest grace; +Defrauded of its homage, Beauty mourns, +And the rose withers on its virgin thorns. +Frequent, some stream obscure, some uncouth name +By deeds of blood is lifted into fame; +Oft o'er the daily page some soft-one bends +To learn the fate of husband, brothers, friends, +Or the spread map with anxious eye explores, [4] +Its dotted boundaries and penciled shores, +Asks _where_ the spot that wrecked her bliss is found, +And learns its name but to detest the sound. + +And thinks't thou, Britain, still to sit at ease, +An island Queen amidst thy subject seas, +While the vext billows, in their distant roar, +But soothe thy slumbers, and but kiss thy shore? +To sport in wars, while danger keeps aloof, +Thy grassy turf unbruised by hostile hoof? +So sing thy flatterers; but, Britain, know, +Thou who hast shared the guilt must share the woe. +Nor distant is the hour; low murmurs spread, +And whispered fears, creating what they dread; +Ruin, as with an earthquake shock, is here, [5] +There, the heart-witherings of unuttered fear, +And that sad death, whence most affection bleeds, +Which sickness, only of the soul, precedes. +Thy baseless wealth dissolves in air away, +Like mists that melt before the morning ray: +No more on crowded mart or busy street +Friends, meeting friends, with cheerful hurry greet; +Sad, on the ground thy princely merchants bend +Their altered looks, and evil days portend, +And fold their arms, and watch with anxious breast +The tempest blackening in the distant West. + +Yes, thou must droop; thy Midas dream is o'er; +The golden tide of Commerce leaves thy shore, +Leaves thee to prove the alternate ills that haunt [6] +Enfeebling Luxury and ghastly Want; +Leaves thee, perhaps, to visit distant lands, +And deal the gifts of Heaven with equal hands. + +Yet, O my Country, name beloved, revered, +By every tie that binds the soul endeared, +Whose image to my infant senses came +Mixt with Religion's light and Freedom's holy flame! +If prayers may not avert, if 'tis thy fate +To rank amongst the names that once were great, +Not like the dim cold Crescent shalt thou fade, +Thy debt to Science and the Muse unpaid; +Thine are the laws surrounding states revere, +Thine the full harvest of the mental year, +Thine the bright stars in Glory's sky that shine, [7] +And arts that make it life to live are thine. +If westward streams the light that leaves thy shores, +Still from thy lamp the streaming radiance pours. +Wide spreads thy race from Ganges to the pole, +O'er half the western world thy accents roll: +Nations beyond the Apalachian hills +Thy hand has planted and thy spirit fills: +Soon as their gradual progress shall impart +The finer sense of morals and of art, +Thy stores of knowledge the new states shall know, +And think thy thoughts, and with thy fancy glow; +Thy Lockes, thy Paleys shall instruct their youth, +Thy leading star direct their search for truth; +Beneath the spreading Platan's tent-like shade, [8] +Or by Missouri's rushing waters laid, +"Old father Thames" shall be the Poets' theme, +Of Hagley's woods the enamoured virgin dream, +And Milton's tones the raptured ear enthrall, +Mixt with the roar of Niagara's fall; +In Thomson's glass the ingenuous youth shall learn +A fairer face of Nature to discern; +Nor of the Bards that swept the British lyre +Shall fade one laurel, or one note expire. +Then, loved Joanna, to admiring eyes +Thy storied groups in scenic pomp shall rise; +Their high soul'd strains and Shakespear's noble rage +Shall with alternate passion shake the stage. +Some youthful Basil from thy moral lay [9] +With stricter hand his fond desires shall sway; +Some Ethwald, as the fleeting shadows pass, +Start at his likeness in the mystic glass; +The tragic Muse resume her just controul, +With pity and with terror purge the soul, +While wide o'er transatlantic realms thy name +Shall live in light, and gather _all_ its fame. + +Where wanders Fancy down the lapse of years +Shedding o'er imaged woes untimely tears? +Fond moody Power! as hopes--as fears prevail, +She longs, or dreads, to lift the awful veil, +On visions of delight now loves to dwell, +Now hears the shriek of woe or Freedom's knell: +Perhaps, she says, long ages past away, [10] +And set in western waves our closing day, +Night, Gothic night, again may shade the plains +Where Power is seated, and where Science reigns; +England, the seat of arts, be only known +By the gray ruin and the mouldering stone; +That Time may tear the garland from her brow, +And Europe sit in dust, as Asia now. + +Yet then the ingenuous youth whom Fancy fires +With pictured glories of illustrious sires, +With duteous zeal their pilgrimage shall take +From the blue mountains, or Ontario's lake, +With fond adoring steps to press the sod +By statesmen, sages, poets, heroes trod; +On Isis' banks to draw inspiring air, [11] +From Runnymede to send the patriot's prayer; +In pensive thought, where Cam's slow waters wind, +To meet those shades that ruled the realms of mind; +In silent halls to sculptured marbles bow, +And hang fresh wreaths round Newton's awful brow. +Oft shall they seek some peasant's homely shed, +Who toils, unconscious of the mighty dead, +To ask where Avon's winding waters stray, +And thence a knot of wild flowers bear away; +Anxious enquire where Clarkson, friend of man, +Or all-accomplished Jones his race began; +If of the modest mansion aught remains +Where Heaven and Nature prompted Cowper's strains; +Where Roscoe, to whose patriot breast belong [12] +The Roman virtue and the Tuscan song, +Led Ceres to the black and barren moor +Where Ceres never gained a wreath before[1]: +With curious search their pilgrim steps shall rove +By many a ruined tower and proud alcove, +Shall listen for those strains that soothed of yore +Thy rock, stern Skiddaw, and thy fall, Lodore; +Feast with Dun Edin's classic brow their sight, +And visit "Melross by the pale moonlight." + +But who their mingled feelings shall pursue +When London's faded glories rise to view? +The mighty city, which by every road, [13] +In floods of people poured itself abroad; +Ungirt by walls, irregularly great, +No jealous drawbridge, and no closing gate; +Whose merchants (such the state which commerce brings) +Sent forth their mandates to dependant kings: +Streets, where the turban'd Moslem, bearded Jew, +And woolly Afric, met the brown Hindu; +Where through each vein spontaneous plenty flowed, +Where Wealth enjoyed, and Charity bestowed. +Pensive and thoughtful shall the wanderers greet +Each splendid square, and still, untrodden street; +Or of some crumbling turret, mined by time, +The broken stair with perilous step shall climb, +Thence stretch their view the wide horizon round, [14] +By scattered hamlets trace its antient bound, +And, choked no more with fleets, fair Thames survey +Through reeds and sedge pursue his idle way. + +With throbbing bosoms shall the wanderers tread +The hallowed mansions of the silent dead, +Shall enter the long isle and vaulted dome +Where Genius and where Valour find a home; +Awe-struck, midst chill sepulchral marbles breathe, +Where all above is still, as all beneath; +Bend at each antique shrine, and frequent turn +To clasp with fond delight some sculptured urn, +The ponderous mass of Johnson's form to greet, +Or breathe the prayer at Howard's sainted feet. + +Perhaps some Briton, in whose musing mind [15] +Those ages live which Time has cast behind, +To every spot shall lead his wondering guests +On whose known site the beam of glory rests: +Here Chatham's eloquence in thunder broke, +Here Fox persuaded, or here Garrick spoke; +Shall boast how Nelson, fame and death in view, +To wonted victory led his ardent crew, +In England's name enforced, with loftiest tone[2], +Their duty,--and too well fulfilled his own: +How gallant Moore[3], as ebbing life dissolved, +_But_ hoped his country had his fame absolved. +Or call up sages whose capacious mind [16] +Left in its course a track of light behind; +Point where mute crowds on Davy's lips reposed, +And Nature's coyest secrets were disclosed; +Join with their Franklin, Priestley's injured name, +Whom, then, each continent shall proudly claim. + +Oft shall the strangers turn their eager feet +The rich remains of antient art to greet, +The pictured walls with critic eye explore, +And Reynolds be what Raphael was before. +On spoils from every clime their eyes shall gaze, +Ægyptian granites and the Etruscan vase; +And when midst fallen London, they survey +The stone where Alexander's ashes lay, +Shall own with humbled pride the lesson just [17] +By Time's slow finger written in the dust. + +There walks a Spirit o'er the peopled earth, +Secret his progress is, unknown his birth; +Moody and viewless as the changing wind, +No force arrests his foot, no chains can bind; +Where'er he turns, the human brute awakes, +And, roused to better life, his sordid hut forsakes: +He thinks, he reasons, glows with purer fires, +Feels finer wants, and burns with new desires: +Obedient Nature follows where he leads; +The steaming marsh is changed to fruitful meads; +The beasts retire from man's asserted reign, +And prove his kingdom was not given in vain. +Then from its bed is drawn the ponderous ore, [18] +Then Commerce pours her gifts on every shore, +Then Babel's towers and terrassed gardens rise, +And pointed obelisks invade the skies; +The prince commands, in Tyrian purple drest, +And Ægypt's virgins weave the linen vest. +Then spans the graceful arch the roaring tide, +And stricter bounds the cultured fields divide. +Then kindles Fancy, then expands the heart, +Then blow the flowers of Genius and of Art; +Saints, Heroes, Sages, who the land adorn, +Seem rather to descend than to be born; +Whilst History, midst the rolls consigned to fame, +With pen of adamant inscribes their name. + +The Genius now forsakes the favoured shore, [19] +And hates, capricious, what he loved before; +Then empires fall to dust, then arts decay, +And wasted realms enfeebled despots sway; +Even Nature's changed; without his fostering smile +Ophir no gold, no plenty yields the Nile; +The thirsty sand absorbs the useless rill, +And spotted plagues from putrid fens distill. +In desert solitudes then Tadmor sleeps, +Stern Marius then o'er fallen Carthage weeps; +Then with enthusiast love the pilgrim roves +To seek his footsteps in forsaken groves, +Explores the fractured arch, the ruined tower, +Those limbs disjointed of gigantic power; +Still at each step he dreads the adder's sting, [20] +The Arab's javelin, or the tiger's spring; +With doubtful caution treads the echoing ground. +And asks where Troy or Babylon is found. + +And now the vagrant Power no more detains +The vale of Tempe, or Ausonian plains; +Northward he throws the animating ray, +O'er Celtic nations bursts the mental day: +And, as some playful child the mirror turns, +Now here now there the moving lustre burns; +Now o'er his changeful fancy more prevail +Batavia's dykes than Arno's purple vale, +And stinted suns, and rivers bound with frost, +Than Enna's plains or Baia's viny coast; +Venice the Adriatic weds in vain, [21] +And Death sits brooding o'er Campania's plain; +O'er Baltic shores and through Hercynian groves, +Stirring the soul, the mighty impulse moves; +Art plies his tools, arid Commerce spreads her sail, +And wealth is wafted in each shifting gale. +The sons of Odin tread on Persian looms, +And Odin's daughters breathe distilled perfumes; +Loud minstrel Bards, in Gothic halls, rehearse +The Runic rhyme, and "build the lofty verse:" +The Muse, whose liquid notes were wont to swell +To the soft breathings of the' Æolian shell, +Submits, reluctant, to the harsher tone, +And scarce believes the altered voice her own. +And now, where Cæsar saw with proud disdain [22] +The wattled hut and skin of azure stain, +Corinthian columns rear their graceful forms, +And light varandas brave the wintry storms, +While British tongues the fading fame prolong +Of Tully's eloquence and Maro's song. +Where once Bonduca whirled the scythed car, +And the fierce matrons raised the shriek of war, +Light forms beneath transparent muslins float, +And tutored voices swell the artful note. +Light-leaved acacias and the shady plane +And spreading cedar grace the woodland reign; +While crystal walls the tenderer plants confine, +The fragrant orange and the nectared pine; +The Syrian grape there hangs her rich festoons, [23] +Nor asks for purer air, or brighter noons: +Science and Art urge on the useful toil, +New mould a climate and create the soil, +Subdue the rigour of the northern Bear, +O'er polar climes shed aromatic air, +On yielding Nature urge their new demands, +And ask not gifts but tribute at her hands. + +London exults:--on London Art bestows +Her summer ices and her winter rose; +Gems of the East her mural crown adorn, +And Plenty at her feet pours forth her horn; +While even the exiles her just laws disclaim, +People a continent, and build a name: +August she sits, and with extended hands [24] +Holds forth the book of life to distant lands. + +But fairest flowers expand but to decay; +The worm is in thy core, thy glories pass away; +Arts, arms and wealth destroy the fruits they bring; +Commerce, like beauty, knows no second spring. +Crime walks thy streets, Fraud earns her unblest bread, +O'er want and woe thy gorgeous robe is spread, +And angel charities in vain oppose: +With grandeur's growth the mass of misery grows. +For see,--to other climes the Genius soars, +He turns from Europe's desolated shores; +And lo, even now, midst mountains wrapt in storm, +On Andes' heights he shrouds his awful form; +On Chimborazo's summits treads sublime, [25] +Measuring in lofty thought the march of Time; +Sudden he calls:--"'Tis now the hour!" he cries, +Spreads his broad hand, and bids the nations rise. +La Plata hears amidst her torrents' roar, +Potosi hears it, as she digs the ore: +Ardent, the Genius fans the noble strife, +And pours through feeble souls a higher life, +Shouts to the mingled tribes from sea to sea, +And swears--Thy world, Columbus, shall be free. + +THE END. + +Footnotes: + +[1] The Historian of the age of Leo has brought into cultivation +the extensive tract of Chatmoss. + +[2] Every reader will recollect the sublime telegraphic dispatch, +"England expects every man to do his duty." + + +[3] "I hope England will be satisfied," were the last words of +General Moore. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14590.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14590.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d05efe935786b2b451a8bbc5a94c59fa04227155 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14590.txt @@ -0,0 +1,293 @@ + + +Note: Images of the original pages are available through Our Roots/Nos + Racines. See http://www.ourroots.ca/e/toc.asp?id=1977 + + + + + +A NEW HOCHELAGAN BURYING-GROUND DISCOVERED AT WESTMOUNT ON THE WESTERN +SPUR OF MOUNT ROYAL, MONTREAL, JULY-SEPTEMBER 1898 + +Notes by + +W. D. LIGHTHALL, M.A., F.R.S.L. + +Privately printed for the writer by +Alphonse Pelletier +Printer to the Numismatic and Antiquarian Society of Montreal + +1898 + + + + + + +The above title is provisional as respects the term "Hochelagan." All +those who are interested in the Indians of old Hochelaga, or in the +Mohawks with whom they seem to have had a close and not yet fully +ascertained race relationship, will be pleased to learn of the +discovery of a prehistoric burying-ground which is probably one of +their race, the only one heretofore known having been on the borders +of their town itself, about upper Metcalfe street, Montreal. The new +one is on the upper level (not the top) of Westmount, which is the +south-western prolongation of Mount Royal, and the four or five graves +thus far found are scattered at considerable intervals over an an +area of about 600 by 300 yards, nearly bounded by Argyle, Montrose +and Aberdeen Avenues and the Boulevard, three of the graves being a +little outside of these limits. A number of years ago a skeleton was +discovered, near the surface, on the cutting of Argyle Avenue on about +a westerly line from the residence of Mr. Earle. As the remains were +rumored to be possibly Indian, Mr. Earle secured the skull, which +had been used as a football by boys, some of the teeth, which had +originally been complete in number, being thus lost. This head is +identical in form with those last found. Roots of grass interlaced +in it show the lightness of the covering. On another occasion many +years ago, a skeleton was found, also lightly buried, and with the +knees drawn up, just east of the residence of Mr. John Macfarlane +on Montrose Avenue, during the digging of a flower-bed. It was over +six feet long. After being exposed for a few days it was re-interred +in the same spot by order of Mr. Macfarlane, and could doubtless +be obtained for examination if desirable. At a later period, the +gardener, Mr. Latter, who had found the Macfarlane skeleton, dug up +and re-interred another just within the bounds of his own property +adjoining the head of Aberdeen Avenue opposite the St. George's +Snowshoe Club-house. On the 22nd of July last (1898) a gardener +excavating in the St. George's Club-house grounds found three +skeletons interred at a depth of from two to two and a half feet and +with knees drawn up. A report of the find was made to the Chief +of Police of Westmount and to Mr. J. Stevenson Brown, and Mr. A.S. +Wheeler, respectively President and Vice-President of the St. George's +Club, the former being also an ex Vice-President of the Natural +History Society. They examined the spot and remains, Mr. Brown +concluding them to be probably Indian from the prominent cheek bones +and large mouths. Having just been paying some attention to the +archaeology of the Iroquois, which had been taken me on a flying trip +to their former country in the State of New-York, I, on seeing in a +newspaper at the seaside, a short item concerning the skeletons, was +immediately interested, and especially in the possibility of their +being Hochelagans, and having particularly commenced some inquiries +into the relations between the latter Indians and the Mohawks, I +wrote, as Chairman of Health of Westmount, asking Chief Harrison to +note the manner and attitude of burial and any objects found, and to +enquire concerning previous excavations in the neighborhood and save +the remains for scientific purposes. (They had been sent by him to the +City Morgue.) The above information concerning the previous skeletons +was then collected and I found that the witnesses concurred in +agreeing that the attitude seems to have been in all cases with +knees bent up. No objects seem to have been noticed in any of the +excavations then made, though some may have been overlooked by the +workmen, particularly as the soil of the locality is full of pieces of +limestone and small boulders, closely resembling arrow heads, hammers +and celts. Several bones which are not human have however been since +found with these three skeletons, one possibly of a dog, another of +a squirrel. They may be those of the funeral feast Sir William Dawson +mentions in his work "Fossil Men," as usually to be looked for over +the Hochelagan graves. + +Mr. Beauchamp, the New-York authority, writes concerning the Mohawks; +"Burial customs varied greatly among the same people, but usually the +knees are drawn up. The face might be turned either way in contiguous +graves. I have seen many opened with no articles in them." By the +kindness of Dr. Wyatt Johnston, Pathologist to the Provincial Board +of Health, the three skeletons have been preserved and are now in +the Chateau de Ramezay Historical Museum where they will doubtless +be regarded with interest by scholars. The skulls have been fully +identified as of the Indian type, and found to be those of two +powerful males in the prime of life and one young woman. The skull +in possession of Mr. Earl is doubtless of the same race. Some large +stones were found placed above the bodies, and also a number of +naturally flat stones which appear to have been used as scoops to +excavate. The plateau where the remains were found is about half way +up the side of the "Mountain" or hill, as it more properly is, the +total height being only about 700 feet. The plateau slopes somewhat +and looks towards the south-east, and being protected by the hill +behind it from prevailing winds, and having a good light soil, +constitutes a very favorable situation for the growth of the Indian +crops of corn and beans. The Mountain being an isolated rise in the +great plain of the St. Lawrence, the plateau was also most favorably +placed for look-out and defence. A hundred yards or so to the west is +a fine perennial spring, and a short distance further is another which +has always been known as "the old Indian Well," having been a resort +of Indians at a later period. Only a few spots on the plateau have +so far been excavated; but with approaching improvements I have no +doubt that other graves will soon be found. The ground to the west, +in the neighborhood of the two perennial springs, has in particular, +never been much disturbed. If therefore, as on the site of the old +Hochelaga, this burying-ground is on the out skirts of a town site, +relics of a much more interesting character may be looked for in +the undisturbed neighborhood just referred to, the Raynes and Murray +farms, and those on, the southern slope of the Mountain. + +Should a town-site be fortunately discovered I have no doubt that +progressive Westmount will see to proper care being taken in the +matter. Such a town would likely be older than Hochelaga and thus +afford a fresh step in tracing the record of this mysterious people. +Such towns were frequently moved, when the soil or supply of wood gave +out, or disease or enemies made removal imperative. As to the remains +already unearthed being prehistoric, there can be no doubt. The Island +was deserted after the destruction of Hochelaga by the Hurons about +1560. The next Indian inhabitants were Catholic converts and therefore +were buried at full length in a consecrated Christian ground. +The village of the converts was at the Old Towers of the Fort des +Messieurs, some quarter of a mile eastward of the plateau referred to. + +In tracing back the history of the land in which these discoveries +have been made, we learn from the _terrier_ or land book of the +Seminary of St. Sulpice, that it was conceded about 1708, and that it +has ever since remained in private hands. Had the site been known as +a burial place, even years previous to that date, it is altogether +unlikely that such a concession would have been made; especially as +there was abundance of unoccupied land in the vicinity. The faint +doubt which arose as to whether the interments were made subsequently +to the founding of Montreal, is therefore eliminated. The authorities +of the Seminary, who conceded the land, state not only that they have +no record of a burying-ground there, but agree with me that the space +covered is too large, to be consecrated ground, as it would be in +Christian times, and they also state that the burials of the mission +of the Mountain where the Montreal Indian converts lived, were made +chiefly at the cemeteries of Montreal and were very few. These +Indians had originally been assembled around Ville Marie but were +removed to the Fort des Messieurs where Montreal College stands in +1662, and thence, towards the beginning of the 18th century, to +Sault-au-Recollet and in 1717 to Oka. The method of burial, also, is +not Christian, but pagan, and similar in every respect to early Mohawk +burials. + +On Saturday the 10th September, 1898, I went with two laborers granted +by the Town of Westmount to the excavation on the club house grounds, +and choosing a spot on its edge cut a short trench some two feet deep. +About ten feet southward of the three skeletons previously found, this +trench revealed two large stones placed in the form of a reversed V, +clearly in order, as it afterwards appeared, to partly cover a body. +On raising these, a skeleton was found of a tall young man laid on the +hard-pan, on his right side, with face down, head towards the west, +knees drawn up, and covered with the mealy dry whitish earth of the +locality, to a depth of about two and a half feet. Mr. Earl assisted +in carefully uncovering the remains, of which Mr. Charles J. Brown +then took two excellent protographs in situ. The form of skull was +similar to the others, the teeth fine and perfect except a grinder +which had been lost years before. One armbone showed that it had once +been broken and healed again. No objects were found, though the search +was very careful. On the 17th, the excavations were continued in the +hope of finding objects of value to science. On this occasion there +was present, besides the writer Mr. Earl, Mr. C.J. Brown, Mr. Wheeler +and others and Mr. R.W. McLachlan, one of the excavators of old +Hochelaga. About four or five feet north of the grave last-mentioned, +large stones were again struck and on being lifted, the skeleton +of a young girl was unearthed whose wisdom teeth had just begun to +appear in the jaw. The large bone of her upper left arm had at one +time been broken near the shoulder. Her slender skeleton was in the +same crouching position as the others but much more closely bunched +together; the top of the head was laid towards the north and looking +partly downwards. Above her were found several flat stones which +may have been used as scoops for the excavation. Under her neck was +discovered the first manufactured object found, a single rude bead of +white wampum of the prehistoric form, and which is now deposited in +the Chateau de Ramezay. As white wampum was the gift of a lover, this +sole ornament tells the pathetic story of early love and death. Mr. +Chas. J. Brown again protographed the remains in situ. The work will +still proceed and no doubt more important discoveries are yet to be +made. + +Montreal, September 20th, 1898. + + +REPORT OF Dr. HIBBERT ON THE WESTMOUNT SKELETONS + +No. I.--A Young Woman + + +The bones of this skeleton, are fragile, broken and considerably +decayed. + +The skull is in fair condition, though the lower jaw is broken in +half. + +The skull is round and arched above the breadth index being 77.7, of +brachycephalic or Mongoloid type. _The superciliary_ ridges are not +very prominent, but the frontal, parietal and occipital eminences +are very distinct. _The forehead_ is non receding and the breath +measures 9 c.m. The cheekbones are not unduly prominent, the official +measurement being 119 m.m. The gnathic index is 93, or orthognathous. +The teeth are well preserved and not much worn, the 3d. molars not +having erupted in either jaw. The face is short and broad, the height +being 108 m.m. in and breadth 119 m.m., the orbit is inclined to be +square with rounded angles and the type megaseme, the nasal index is +mesorhine. + +A very striking feature of this skull is the well marked central +vertical frontal ridge and some tendency to angularity of the vertex. +In the whole this skull is of a more refined type than the others and +suggestive of some fair intellectual development of the individual. +There are two wormian bones on the left side of the skull, one at the +pterion and one below the asterion each being 9 m.m. long. + +The bones generally are fragile and the long bones slender, with no +marked impression for muscular attachment. A curious fact is that the +ends of all the long bones are absent, presumably from decay, and as +these ends are united to the shafts between the age of puberty (14-15) +and adult life it is suggestive that the individual may have been +of about the age of 18 or 20 and this is somewhat confirmed by the +noneruption of the third molars. + +With this skeleton are two animal bones. White and very dense in +structure. They are both femura, one probably that of an ungulate; the +other of a carnivore. + + +No. II.--A Brachycephalic Man + + +This skeleton is that of a large and powerfully built man, the bones +being very heavy and strong with marked impressions and prominences +for muscular attachment. The skeleton, with the exception of some of +the small bones of the hands and feet is complete. + +The skull is large and massive, and the lower jaw very strong and +heavy. The teeth are well preserved but much ground down at the crown. +The superciliary ridges are very prominent. The fore head is narrow +(102 c.m.) receding. + +Judging from the size and strength of the bones and their impressions +for muscular attachment, this man must have been very powerful and +calculating from the length of the femur, at least six feet tall. +With this skeleton we found a small humerus of some mammal possibly a +squirrel. + + +No. III.--The Tallest Man + + +This skeleton is also that of a large powerfully built man, even +taller man the last. The skull is larger, though not quite so massive. +It is longer and narrower and dolicephalus, the occipital region very +prominent. The height index is low (70.5). + +The face is broad as compared with the length 124-112 and the cheek +bones are prominent, lower jaw is heavy and strong. + +The bones of this skeleton are well preserved and it is almost entire, +there being only a few of the bones of the hands and feet missing. The +pelvis is masculine. The bones are long, large and heavy with marked +impressions and processes. + +The femur measures 17-7/8 inches so that this man must have been six +feet or more and of muscular frame. + +Among the bones of No III skeleton were 2 small rib bones of a bird. + +Judging from the general conformation of the three skulls, it would +appear that No. I, was that of the most intelligent person of the +three and No. III of the least No. II being intermediate. + +It is difficult to estimate the height of No. I as the femur is so +decayed at both ends, but allowing for this, the height would not +be more than 5 feet and probably less than that. The skeletons +undoubtedly belong to the Mongoloid type and are distinctive of +the North American Indians. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14660.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14660.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..64295698b876f68d9f4537731f90df5e723147d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14660.txt @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ + + +=MABINI'S DECALOGUE FOR FILIPINOS= + +[Illustration: Apolinario Mabini] + +Apolinario Mabini, Martyr. + +"Thou shalt love thy country after God and they honor and more than +thyself: for she is the only Paradise which God has given thee in this +life, the only inheritance of thy ancestors and the only hope of thy +posterity." + +PHILIPPINE PRESS BUREAU +Washington, D. C. + +1922 + + + + +MABINI + + +Mabini was undoubtedly the most profound thinker and political +philosopher that the Pilipino race ever produced. Some day, when his +works are fully published, but not until then, Mabini will come into +his own. A great name awaits him, not only in the Philippines, for he +is already appreciated there, but in every land where the cause of +liberty and human freedom is revered. + +Mabini was born in Tanawan, province of Batangas, island of Luzon, +P.I., of poor Filipino parents, in 1864. He received his education in +the "Colegio de San Juan de Letran." Manila, and in the University of +Santo Tomas. He supported himself while studying by his own efforts, +and made a brilliant record in both institutions. Later he devoted his +energies to the establishment of a private school in Manila and to +legal work. + +Mabini came to the front in 1898 during the Pilipino revolution +against Spain. In the subsequent revolution against the United States +he became known as "the brains of the revolution." He was so +considered by the American army officers, who bent every energy to +capture him. + +He was the leading adviser of Aguinaldo, and was the author of the +latter's many able decrees and proclamations. Mabini's official +position was President of the Council of Secretaries, and he also held +the post of Secretary of the Exterior. + +One of Mabini's greatest works was his draft of a constitution for the +Philippine Republic. It was accompanied by what he called "The True +Decalogue," published in the pages following. Mabini's "ten +commandments" are so framed as to meet the needs of Filipino +patriotism for all time. He also drafted rules for the organization +and government of municipalities and provinces, which were highly +successful because of their adaptability to local conditions. + +Mabini remained the head of Aguinaldo's cabinet until March, 1899, +when he resigned. But he continued in hearty sympathy with the +revolution, however, and his counsel was frequently sought. + +Mabini was arrested by the American forces in September, 1899, and +remained a prisoner until September 23, 1900. Following his release, +he lived for a while in a suburb of Manila, in a poor nipa house, +under the most adverse and trying circumstances. He was in abject +poverty. + +In spite of his terrible suffering from paralysis, Mabini continued +writing. He severely criticised the government, voicing the sentiments +of the Filipino people for freedom. He was ordered to desist, but to +this, in one of his writings to the people, he replied: "To tell a man +to be quiet when a necessity not fulfilled is shaking all the fibers +of his being is tantamount to asking a hungry man to be filled before +taking the food which he needs." + +Mabini's logic was a real embarrassment to the American military +forces, and in January, 1901, he was arrested a second time by the +Americans. This time he was exiled to the island of Guam, where he +remained until his return to Manila on February 26, 1903. + +Mabini died in Manila, of cholera, May 13, 1903, at the age of 39 +years. His funeral was the most largely attended of any ever held in +Manila. + +Although he died from natural causes, Mabini died a martyr to the +cause of Philippine independence. Five years of persecution left his +intense patriotism untouched, but it had made his physical self a +ready victim for a premature death. + + + + +="THE TRUE DECALOGUE"= + +=By APOLINARIO MABINI= + + +First. Thou shalt love God and thy honor above all things: God as the +fountain of all truth, of all justice and of all activity; and thy +honor, the only power which will oblige thee to be faithful, just and +industrious. + +Second. Thou shalt worship God in the form which thy conscience may +deem most righteous and worthy: for in thy conscience, which condemns +thy evil deeds and praises thy good ones, speaks thy God. + +Third. Thou shalt cultivate the special gifts which God has granted +thee, working and studying according to thy ability, never leaving the +path of righteousness and justice, in order to attain thy own +perfection, by means whereof thou shalt contribute to the progress of +humanity; thus; thou shalt fulfill the mission to which God has +appointed thee in this life and by so doing, thou shalt be honored, +and being honored, thou shalt glorify thy God. + +Fourth. Thou shalt love thy country after God and thy honor and more +than thyself: for she is the only Paradise which God has given thee in +this life, the only patrimony of thy race, the only inheritance of thy +ancestors and the only hope of thy posterity; because of her, thou +hast life, love and interests, happiness, honor and God. + +Fifth. Thou shalt strive for the happiness of thy country before thy +own, making of her the kingdom of reason, of justice and of labor: for +if she be happy, thou, together with thy family, shalt likewise be +happy. + +Sixth. Thou shalt strive for the independence of thy country: for only +thou canst have any real interest in her advancement and exaltation, +because her independence constitutes thy own liberty; her advancement, +thy perfection; and her exaltation, thy own glory and immortality. + +Seventh. Thou shalt not recognize in thy country the authority of any +person who has not been elected by thee and thy countrymen; for +authority emanates from God, and as God speaks in the conscience of +every man, the person designated and proclaimed by the conscience of a +whole people is the only one who can use true authority. + +Eighth. Thou shalt strive for a Republic and never for a monarchy in +thy country: for the latter exalts one or several families and founds +a dynasty; the former makes a people noble and worthy through reason, +great through liberty, and prosperous and brilliant through labor. + +Ninth. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: for God has imposed +upon him, as well as upon thee, the obligation to help thee and not to +do unto thee what he would not have thee do unto him; but if thy +neighbor, failing in this sacred duty, attempt against thy life, thy +liberty and thy interests, then thou shalt destroy and annihilate him +for the supreme law of self-preservation prevails. + +Tenth. Thou shalt consider thy countryman more than thy neighbor; thou +shalt see him thy friend, thy brother or at least thy comrade, with +whom thou art bound by one fate, by the same joys and sorrows and by +common aspirations and interests. + +Therefore, as long as national frontiers subsist, raised and +maintained by the selfishness of race and of family, with thy +countryman alone shalt thou unite in a perfect solidarity of purpose +and interest, in order to have force, not only to resist the common +enemy but also to attain all the aims of human life. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14706.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14706.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fcb5ce5a707fec7a561c9f08fd576a32becc1da4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14706.txt @@ -0,0 +1,493 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 14706-h.htm or 14706-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/4/7/0/14706/14706-h/14706-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/4/7/0/14706/14706-h.zip) + + + + + +GREYBEARDS AT PLAY + +Literature And Art For Old Gentlemen + +Rhymes and Sketches by + +GILBERT CHESTERTON + +London: R. Brimley Johnson +8, York Buildings, Adelphi + +1900 + + + + + + + +A DEDICATION + +TO E.C.B. + + He was, through boyhood's storm and shower, + My best, my nearest friend; + We wore one hat, smoked one cigar, + One standing at each end. + + We were two hearts with single hope, + Two faces in one hood; + I knew the secrets of his youth; + I watched his every mood. + + The little things that none but I + Saw were beyond his wont, + The streaming hair, the tie behind, + The coat tails worn in front. + + I marked the absent-minded scream, + The little nervous trick + Of rolling in the grate, with eyes + By friendship's light made quick. + + But youth's black storms are gone and past, + Bare is each aged brow; + And, since with age we're growing bald, + Let us be babies now. + + Learning we knew; but still to-day, + With spelling-book devotion, + Words of one syllable we seek + In moments of emotion. + + Riches we knew; and well dressed dolls-- + Dolls living--who expressed + No filial thoughts, however much + You thumped them in the chest. + + Old happiness is grey as we, + And we may still outstrip her; + If we be slippered pantaloons, + Oh let us hunt the slipper! + + The old world glows with colours clear; + And if, as saith the saint, + The world is but a painted show, + Oh let us lick the paint! + + Far, far behind are morbid hours, + And lonely hearts that bleed. + Far, far behind us are the days, + When we were old indeed. + + Leave we the child: he is immersed + With scientists and mystics: + With deep prophetic voice he cries + Canadian food statistics. + + But now I know how few and small, + The things we crave need be-- + Toys and the universe and you-- + A little friend to tea. + + Behold the simple sum of things, + Where, in one splendour spun, + The stars go round the Mulberry Bush, + The Burning Bush, the Sun. + + Now we are old and wise and grey, + And shaky at the knees; + Now is the true time to delight + In picture books like these. + + Hoary and bent I dance one hour: + What though I die at morn? + There is a shout among the stars, + "To-night a child is born." + + + + + + +CONTENTS + + + THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE + + OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS + + ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF ÆSTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES + + ENVOY + + + + + + +THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE. + + + I love to see the little stars + All dancing to one tune; + I think quite highly of the Sun, + And kindly of the Moon. + +[Illustration] + + The million forests of the Earth + Come trooping in to tea. + The great Niagara waterfall + Is never shy with me. + +[Illustration] + + I am the tiger's confidant, + And never mention names: + The lion drops the formal "Sir," + And lets me call him James. + +[Illustration] + + Into my ear the blushing Whale + Stammers his love. I know + Why the Rhinoceros is sad, + --Ah, child! 'twas long ago. + +[Illustration] + + I am akin to all the Earth + By many a tribal sign: + The aged Pig will often wear + That sad, sweet smile of mine. + +[Illustration] + + My niece, the Barnacle, has got + My piercing eyes of black; + The Elephant has got my nose, + I do not want it back. + +[Illustration] + + I know the strange tale of the Slug; + The Early Sin--the Fall-- + The Sleep--the Vision--and the Vow-- + The Quest--the Crown--the Call. + +[Illustration] + + And I have loved the Octopus, + Since we were boys together. + I love the Vulture and the Shark: + I even love the weather. + +[Illustration] + + I love to bask in sunny fields, + And when that hope is vain, + I go and bask in Baker Street, + All in the pouring rain. + +[Illustration] + + Come snow! where fly, by some strange law, + Hard snowballs--without noise-- + Through streets untenanted, except + By good unconscious boys. + +[Illustration] + + Come fog! exultant mystery-- + Where, in strange darkness rolled, + The end of my own nose becomes + A lovely legend old. + + Come snow, and hail, and thunderbolts, + Sleet, fire, and general fuss; + Come to my arms, come all at once-- + Oh photograph me thus! + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + + + + +OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS. + + + Observe these Pirates bold and gay, + That sail a gory sea: + Notice their bright expression:-- + The handsome one is me. + +[Illustration] + + We plundered ships and harbours, + We spoiled the Spanish main; + But Nemesis watched over us, + For it began to rain. + + Oh all well-meaning folk take heed! + Our Captain's fate was sore; + A more well-meaning Pirate, + Had never dripped with gore. + + The rain was pouring long and loud, + The sea was drear and dim; + A little fish was floating there: + Our Captain pitied him. + +[Illustration] + + "How sad," he said, and dropped a tear + Splash on the cabin roof, + "That we are dry, while he is there + Without a waterproof. + + "We'll get him up on board at once; + For Science teaches me, + He will be wet if he remains + Much longer in the sea." + + They fished him out; the First Mate wept, + And came with rugs and ale: + The Boatswain brought him one golosh, + And fixed it on his tail. + +[Illustration] + + But yet he never loved the ship; + Against the mast he'd lean; + If spoken to, he coughed and smiled, + And blushed a pallid green. + + Though plied with hardbake, beef and beer, + He showed no wish to sup: + The neatest riddles they could ask, + He always gave them up. + +[Illustration] + + They seized him and court-martialled him, + In some excess of spleen, + For lack of social sympathy, + (Victoria xii. 18). + + They gathered every evidence + That might remove a doubt: + They wrote a postcard in his name, + And partly scratched it out. + + Till, when his guilt was clear as day, + With all formality + They doomed the traitor to be drowned, + And threw him in the sea. + +[Illustration] + + The flashing sunset, as he sank, + Made every scale a gem; + And, turning with a graceful bow, + He kissed his fin to them. + +[Illustration] + + +MORAL. + + I am, I think I have remarked, + Terrifically old, + (The second Ice-age was a farce, + The first was rather cold.) + + A friend of mine, a trilobite + Had gathered in his youth, + When trilobites _were_ trilobites, + This all-important truth. + + We aged ones play solemn parts-- + Sire--guardian--uncle--king. + Affection is the salt of life, + Kindness a noble thing. + + The old alone may comprehend + A sense in my decree; + But--if you find a fish on land, + Oh throw it in the sea. + + * * * * * + + + + +ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF ÆSTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES. + + + Impetuously I sprang from bed, + Long before lunch was up, + That I might drain the dizzy dew + From day's first golden cup. + +[Illustration] + + In swift devouring ecstacy + Each toil in turn was done; + I had done lying on the lawn + Three minutes after one. + + For me, as Mr. Wordsworth says, + The duties shine like stars; + I formed my uncle's character, + Decreasing his cigars. + + But could my kind engross me? No! + Stern Art--what sons escape her? + Soon I was drawing Gladstone's nose + On scraps of blotting paper. + +[Illustration] + + Then on--to play one-fingered tunes + Upon my aunt's piano. + In short, I have a headlong soul, + I much resemble Hanno. + + (Forgive the entrance of the not + Too cogent Carthaginian. + It may have been to make a rhyme; + I lean to that opinion). + +[Illustration] + + Then my great work of book research + Till dusk I took in hand-- + The forming of a final, sound + Opinion on _The Strand_. + + But when I quenched the midnight oil, + And closed _The Referee_, + Whose thirty volumes folio + I take to bed with me, + + I had a rather funny dream, + Intense, that is, and mystic; + I dreamed that, with one leap and yell, + The world became artistic. + + The Shopmen, when their souls were still, + Declined to open shops-- + +[Illustration] + + And Cooks recorded frames of mind + In sad and subtle chops. + +[Illustration] + + The stars were weary of routine: + The trees in the plantation + Were growing every fruit at once, + In search of a sensation. + + The moon went for a moonlight stroll, + And tried to be a bard, + And gazed enraptured at itself: + I left it trying hard. + + The sea had nothing but a mood + Of 'vague ironic gloom,' + With which t'explain its presence in + My upstairs drawing-room. + +[Illustration] + + The sun had read a little book + That struck him with a notion: + He drowned himself and all his fires + Deep in the hissing ocean. + + Then all was dark, lawless, and lost: + I heard great devilish wings: + I knew that Art had won, and snapt + The Covenant of Things. + +[Illustration] + + I cried aloud, and I awoke, + New labours in my head. + I set my teeth, and manfully + Began to lie in bed. + + Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, + So I my life conduct. + Each morning see some task begun, + Each evening see it chucked. + + But still, in sudden moods of dusk, + I hear those great weird wings, + Feel vaguely thankful to the vast + Stupidity of things. + + * * * * * + + + + +ENVOY. + + + Clear was the night: the moon was young: + The larkspurs in the plots + Mingled their orange with the gold + Of the forget-me-nots. + + The poppies seemed a silver mist: + So darkly fell the gloom. + You scarce had guessed yon crimson streaks + Were buttercups in bloom. + + But one thing moved: a little child + Crashed through the flower and fern: + And all my soul rose up to greet + The sage of whom I learn. + + I looked into his awful eyes: + I waited his decree: + I made ingenious attempts + To sit upon his knee. + + The babe upraised his wondering eyes, + And timidly he said, + "A trend towards experiment + In modern minds is bred. + + "I feel the will to roam, to learn + By test, experience, _nous_, + That fire is hot and ocean deep, + And wolves carnivorous. + + "My brain demands complexity." + The lisping cherub cried. + I looked at him, and only said, + "Go on. The world is wide." + + A tear rolled down his pinafore, + "Yet from my life must pass + The simple love of sun and moon, + The old games in the grass; + + "Now that my back is to my home + Could these again be found?" + I looked on him, and only said, + "Go on. The world is round." + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14843.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14843.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..72fb5b1eed76146e5ce79d672e14ec10c6495455 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg14843.txt @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Wallace McLean, Charlene Taylor and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net). Images from ourroots.ca +(www.ourroots.ca). + + + + + +The +Manor House of Lacolle + + +A Description and Historical Sketch of +the Manoir of the Seigniory of de Beaujeu +or Lacolle + + +BY +W.D. LIGHTHALL, K.C. +PRESIDENT +of the Antiquarian and Numismatic Society of Montreal. + + + +PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR BY +C.A. MARCHAND, Printer. +MONTREAL. + + + + +THE MANOR HOUSE OF LACOLLE. + +BY W.D. LIGHTHALL, K.C. + + +The Manor House of the Seigniory of Lacolle or De Beaujeu is situated in +a retired neighborhood, on the New York State border-line about four +miles south-west of Lacolle Village, and one mile north of the village +of Champlain, N.Y. and about forty miles from Montreal. The highway from +Lacolle to Champlain runs through the property. The traveller from the +north finds himself entering well-wooded lands and at length passes the +heavy low stone-walls and large, white gate of the grounds and sees the +home nearby on a slight elevation to the right. A sloping lawn and old +trees extend in front, the gardens are at the north-side, and a hundred +yards further, a wooded park of about a hundred acres. On the-opposite, +or west, side of the road, the tall old elm grove forms part of a +hillside farm. The Manorhouse itself is large, constructed of wood, and +having an extensive stone gabled wing, the whole ornamented with vines. +In front, six tall, slender, fluted pillars with Ionic capitals give +Colonial character to the verandah and meet the roof above the second +story. The massive oak front door is divided into an upper and lower +half, with large brass knocker. The interior is mostly finished in +polished hard woods, with broad fire-places and colonial mantels in most +of the rooms. The main part of the house was built in 1825 by Mrs. Henry +Hoyle, formerly Mrs. Major Henry Ten Eyck Schuyler, of Troy, N.Y., under +the following circumstances: + +As Sarah Visscher she had inherited a large fortune from her grand-uncle +Lieutenant-General Garret Fisher (Visscher), a Loyalist officer of Sir +Adolphus Oughton's regiment, the 55th, which was present at the taking +of Montreal, and who died at Manchester Square, London, in 1808, after a +distinguished career. This fortune arrived at the beginning of the war +of 1812, just before the death of her first husband Major Schuyler, +nephew of General Philip Schuyler, and descendant of the well-known +colonial military family of that name. He left three daughters and a +son. They possessed other very valuable property in Troy, including a +handsome farm and mansion at the South end, shown in old pictures of the +city, on which about a fourth of Troy was afterwards built. In 1816, +Henry Hoyle, who was a Lancashire man, married her for her fortune, +which he soon found belonged to the children by strict law. He +therefore, making great pretensions of fatherly kindness, and religion, +set himself to defeat their title. By falsifying the facts, he managed +to obtain a snap judgment against their guardian in favor of himself, +but feeling his tenure insecure, sold the mansion and farm in Troy, and +persuaded his wife to move to the property in Lacolle, just on the +frontier line. It was only after his death in 1849, that the widow and +orphans discovered his fraud, and that he had obtained the placing of +the entire property in his own name in order to possess it. There +followed a furious family quarrel between the Schuyler and Hoyle heirs, +in which the old lady took the side of the former, and in fact sued her +Hoyle sons to right the injury. At her death in 1851, she refused to be +buried beside Hoyle and stipulated in her will that she be taken back to +Troy and interred with her first husband, and that the burial lot be +surrounded with stone posts, each carrying the name "_Schuyler_". Henry +Hoyle had previously possessed from 1816, the actual land on which the +Manorhouse is built. After their arrival in 1825, he employed the +fortune of which he had thus obtained control, and regarding which he +represented himself to his wife as only acting for her, in adding to +this land and in many investments along a wide range of the border +counties. Her suit estimates the properties at L38,000. The home +property was made a prize stock farm--one of the first if not the actual +first of the kind in Canada. Cattle-breeding on shares was made by him a +large enterprise among the settlers, and every year his share of +increase was collected and driven to Montreal for sale. The farm-book is +a parchment-covered ledger previously used by Sarah Visscher's uncle, +Leonard Van Buren in 1782 (who was also uncle of President Martin Van +Buren). Water-powers at various points were bought and developed with +her money, and mills erected, including those at Lacolle, Huntingdon and +Athelstan; and several thousands of acres were acquired at Huntingdon, +Lacolle, Irish Ridge, and other localities. He was almost at once +appointed a magistrate, his brother Colonel Robert Hoyle of Lacolle, was +the member of Parliament, later on her son-in-law Merrit Hotchkiss was +member and another son-in-law was Registrar of Huntingdon. At that +period several of the wealthy men of Montreal were acquiring large +tracts, apparently to form estates like the seigniories. With some of +these, Mr. Hoyle made common cause. One was a prosperous merchant, +Thomas Woolrych, who had very large holdings in what is now Huntingdon +county, and their intimacy was so close that Woolrych presented him +with his own oil portrait, in late eighteenth century costume, which is +now in the Chateau de Ramezay. Woolrych was closely related to the +Christies and to their relatives, the Tunstall family, who ultimately +followed them as _Seigneurs proprietaires_ of Lacolle. The Seigniory, +granted in 1727 to Sieur Louis Denis de la Ronde, and anew in 1743 to +Daniel Lienard de Beaujeu, had been bought, totally undeveloped, along +with seven others, shortly after the Conquest by General Gabriel +Christie, an officer of Wolfe, who became Commander-in-Chief in Canada, +and died in 1799. His handsome stone Manorhouse and mill are to be seen +at Chambly. He was a connection of the Schuylers by marriage. On his +death his properties fell to his son General Napier Burton Christie, who +had married the daughter of General Burton, to whom the dying Wolfe sent +his last order--to cut off the French retreat at Beauport. Napier Burton +Christie having died without issue, the eight seigniories de Bleury, +Repentigny, de Lery, de Beaujeu, Chambly, Noyan, Sabrevois and Chazy +passed to William Plenderleath, a natural son of Gabriel, under his +will, which is discussed in the case of _King_ vs _Tunstall_. + +Finally, by William Plenderleath Christie's will of 1842 and death in +1845, the Seigniory of Lacolle passed to the two sons and the grandson +Gabriel, of the Reverend James Tunstall, of Montreal. Portraits of +General Christie, his wife, his son Napier, two of his brothers, and two +of his children, are in the Chateau. The good old Tunstall family, +representatives of the Christies, remained the _Seigneurs proprietaires_ +of Lacolle until its sale in 1902 to the Credit Foncier. Mrs. Hoyle, +represented by her husband, early entered into dealings about the +Seigniory affairs, they being residents within its limits. One of their +Terrier books begins in 1843. After the Tunstalls became +_Seigneurs-proprietaires_, they found it convenient to continue the +arrangement, since they lived in Montreal. The arrangement consisted in +one of the singular transactions of which the old feudal laws present +examples. There were various kinds of _Seigneurs_. In this case the +_Seigneurs-proprietaires_, for a large cash sum advanced to them, gave +up to Mr. Hoyle (who as we saw really acted for his wife) the entire +possession of the seigniorial rights, with even the honors, _avec les +droits honorifiques_, as _Seigneur usufruitier_. A few years afterwards +one sixth of the ownership was also added, making the Hoyles +_co-Seineurs proprietaires_. (Since the moneys more strictly belonged to +the Schuyler heirs, it may be said that equitably they were the real +Seigneurs). Thus the matter continued for generations, the old house +being the annual scene of the quaint visits of the censitaires, until +the recent sale to the Credit Foncier. In the latter sale, the then +co-seigneur, Henry Hoyle III, reserved his own lands _en seigneurie_, +with the title of "Seigneur of Lacolle" and the permanent designation of +the house as "The Manor House of Lacolle", but of course these were +merely points of sentiment. The demesne estate at one time comprised +about 2500 arpents. Up to recently they still comprised about 1300, but +are now only about 600 or 700. The Manor, "Rockcliff Wood", was a +treasure house of old furniture, silver, china, and relics of the past, +now distributed among the family, and which had come down from many +historical forbears. The oldest article was a pewter "great flagon" some +fourteen inches high, bearing the date stamp of Henry VIII and having on +its cover a large embossed _fleur-de-lys_ such as pewterers were ordered +by Henry VIII in 1543 to put upon the covers of all great flagons. This +is one of the rarest existing pieces of English pewter, and has no known +duplicate. In the Manoir of Lacolle it worthily represented the +sixteenth century. The seventeenth was represented by a set of "Late +Spanish" Dutch chairs, one of which is now owned by a descendant of the +Schuylers in Montreal. The set had been inherited by old Mrs. Ten Eyck +Schuyler from her great-grand-mother, a Visscher. Of the eighteenth +century was the quaint hooded mahogany family cradle; a clawfoot +Chippendale desk of red mahogany; a Sheraton card-table, an octagonal +table, one or two shield-back chairs,--all of carved mahogany and of +different sets; a handsome spindle-legged bow-front Heppelwhite +sideboard, several old portraits, and much silver coming from General +Fisher and other relatives, and other objects, including at one time +various uniforms, a pair of pistols and a field-chest of General +Schuyler the gold watch and despatches of General Fisher, and other such +articles. (In fact the pieces mentioned were but a small remnant of +those which had been brought to the house in 1825). Of Empire period +were many fine furniture pieces, several silkwork pictures, fiddle and +grand-father clocks, etc., while naturally the early Victorian, and all +modern changes, were duly represented. In the cabinets were rare +collections of various sorts largely brought together by the late Mrs. +Mary Averill Hoyle, the last co-Seigneuresse, who died early in 1914, +and whose gracious hospitality and accomplishments seemed part of the +place. Naturally the old Manoir was a delightful spot to visit, either +in summer or winter. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Manor House of Lacolle, by W.D. Lighthall + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15095.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15095.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b43d706595afb90d008590d10544279e1f40bb66 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15095.txt @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Kentuckiana Digital Library, David Garcia and the PG +Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + + + + + + +_A Dainty Trifle for my Lady Love_ + + +THE STORY OF A PICTURE + + +_By Douglass Sherley_ + + + * * * * * + + +John P. Morton & Co., Louisville, + +1884. + +Copyrighted 1884, + By Douglass Sherley. + + + * * * * * + +"Near my bed, there, hangs a Picture jewels could not buy from me." + + * * * * * + + + + +There was a colored crayon in a crowded shop-window. Other people passed +it by, but a Youth of the Town, with Hope in his heart, leaned over the +guard-rail and looked upon the beauty of that pictured face long and +earnestly. + +It was the head of a pretty girl with dark hair and dark eyes. She was +clad in a dainty white gown, loose-flowing and beautiful. In her left +hand, slender and uplifted, a letter; in her right a pen, and beneath it +a spotless page. + +She was seated within the shadow of a white marble chimney-piece richly +carved with Cupids, fluttering, kneeling, supplicating; with arrows new, +broken, and mended; with quivers full, depleted, and empty. The great, +broad shelf above her pretty head was laden with rare and artistic +treasures. A vase from India; a costly fan from China; a dark and +mottled bit of color in an ancient frame of tarnished gold, done by some +Flemish master of the long-ago. Beyond all this, a ground of shadowy +green, pale, cool, and delicious. On the table, near the spotless page +and the dear pen-clasping hand, a bunch of flowers; not a mass of ugly +blooms, opulent and oppressive, but a few garden roses, old-fashioned +and exceeding sweet, blushing to their utmost red, having found +themselves so unexpectedly brought into the presence of this pretty +girl. + +This, in outline, was the picture. The dealer had written on a slip of +paper, in large, rude letters, + + _Her answer: Yes, or No._ + +It was a frameless crayon, thrust aside and somewhat overshadowed by a +huge and garish thing in gaudy-flowered gilt, which easily caught and +held the eye of the busy throng. + +The Youth passed on to his duty of the day with Hope in his heart. Light +grew his heavy task, and the drudgery of his work was forgotten--he was +haunted by the sight of that face in the Picture. The softness of the +eye, the sweetness of the mouth, or something, made the Youth of the +noisy Town believe her answer would surely be--Yes. + +Now the Youth and the Afternoon Shadows together came and feasted on the +beauty of that Maiden's face. The Shadows, without booty, fled away into +the night. But not so with the Youth. In triumph he brought it to the +favored room of his own dear home; and always thereafter this Picture +gleamed in beauty from out its chimney-piece setting of ebony and old +cherry. + +She was always pretty, sometimes beautiful, but not always the same, +this my Lady of the Picture. She was indeed a changeful Lady, as the +story will tell. Those who saw her face when first she was given the +place of honor in the home of this Youth, with Hope in his heart, all +said, and with one accord, "There is but one answer for her to make, and +that one answer is, Yes." + +The Easter-tide growing old, and the Summer time new and beautiful, +brought no change. The last light of each day fell on the clear-cut and +delicate face, gilded the dark hair with a deep russet brown, played +about the sweet mouth--and was gone, leaving her with answer yet +ungiven. + +The first fire of the Autumn crackled and glowed on the tiled hearth, +and threw a Shadow on the face of the pretty girl in the Picture; and +from that moment there was a change. "But it is only a Shadow from the +fire-light glow," said the Youth of the Town. But something within +whispered, "You are wrong; she is going to say, No." + +Again and again the words repeated themselves, clearly and distinctly, +"You are wrong! you are wrong! you are wrong!" Then vaguely and almost +inaudibly, "She is going to say, No;" with his own voice he made effort +to drown the words of that fateful refrain. "It is the idle, spiteful +chatter of some evil spirit. My heart is full of Hope, and I will not +believe it." But that night, alone with his book and the face over the +fire, only embers on the hearth--_the Shadow was still there_. But +he said that it was a wild and troubled fancy--"It is not, can not be an +actual Shadow; women may change, but surely not pictures." + +The next day Autumn repented of its wanton folly, and called out with +Sunshine and Brightness for the return of the dead Summer. The light +fell on the face of the girl in the Picture, but it did not lift the +Shadow. Nor did the dead Summer return to gladden the heart of the +Autumn, full of too late and useless regret. "No, I am not certain," +said the Youth, touched with a Doubt. It was only a touch, but his step +was heavy and a trifle less quick, as he went down the street to his +Duty of the day. Again he passed by the crowded shop window. The dealer +had filled the vacant corner; but he did not see, and he did not care to +see, what was there. For there was now only one picture in all the world +for this Youth of the Town with Hope in his heart; but something else +had crowded into his heart, and it was--Doubt. He went on his way and +about his duty with this one hopeful thought: "The nightfall will bring +a change, and the Shadow will have gone." But each day the Shadow +deepened, and the Youth carried with him a more troubled and a less +hopeful heart. All those who saw the Picture, and who had seen it +when first it came, now looked upon it with painful surprise, and +unhesitatingly said, "Your pretty-faced girl over the mantel yonder +is undoubtedly going to say, No." + +Into the soft, dark eye there seemed to have crept a glitter, cold and +almost unfeeling. The fatal Shadow had hardened, but not altogether +stolen away the beauty of that sweet mouth. Even the loose-flowing gown +seemed to have lost its easy grace, and stiffened into splendid and +haughty folds, fit only for the form of some grand old Dame proud of her +beauty and proud of her ancient coronet. The very lace about her slender +throat--but a misty web of dainty and intricate work--seemed to have +crystallized and whitened, as if done with a sharp and skillful chisel. +The pale, pinky tinge about the perfect little ear had deepened into +a more rosy hue, which had overspread the face--barely more than +pale--with a deep color and a glow of emotion only half concealed. +Ah, was it a look of triumph? was it the consciousness of power? + +The left hand, holding her Lover's letter, had lost its somewhat +tremulous look. The fingers of the other hand had tightened about the +pen, hovering over that unwritten page. And, in short, she seemed ready +to write the answer--what will it be? The heart of the Youth was full of +Trouble. Hope flickered up into an uncertain existence. Now the Picture +had grown hateful to his sight; so a silken curtain, in crimson folds, +clung against and hid away the face of this Changeful Lady. + +But no sooner was the curtain drawn, hiding from sight the lovely and +beloved face, but an all-powerful desire brought him back again, and lo! +the curtain was rudely thrust aside; but alas! there was no change. + +When away from his room and the siren-like face behind its silken folds +of crimson, he fretted to return and look again for a change wrought out +by his brief absence; but there was none. + +Hateful indeed the sight may have been of that changeful face, but it +had grown to him absolutely necessary, and more pleasant, indeed, even +when hard, cold, and unkind, than other faces not less beautiful smiling +sweet unspoken words. + +He slept in a curtained space near by, and often waked in the still +watches of the after-midnight, with the Hope in his heart, flaring up +into a flame and burning him with a desire for another sight of that +fickle face. Before the picture there hung a dim, red light, which +burned all the night long. It was a swinging lamp of many tangled chains +and fretted Venetian metal work. Once it had swung before an holy altar +in an ancient Mexican town, where it had shed an unextinguished light +throughout many years. It was a holy thing; so the Youth had thought it +worthy of a place before the deep-set Picture of the chimney-piece--the +shrine of his heart's treasure. Thus awakened out of troubled sleep, he +often rose and stood before the covered Picture, beneath the swinging +red light brought--stolen, perhaps--from the sacred sanctuary of that +ancient church down in the land of Mexico. Often, with Hope, Doubt, and +Fear in his heart, he would turn away from before the untouched curtain. +"Useless, useless, useless," would be the burden of his thought. + +The third Easter-tide comes with its brightness, its flowers, and its +Hopes--yet my Lady of the Picture has not changed. Still that same +relentless look; still that premonition of a No not yet said; still in +her left hand she holds the letter; still in her right hand the pen, and +the page beneath it is yet guiltless of a word. + +But frowns and relentless looks have not put to flight the remnant of +Hope in the heart of the Youth. "It is only a picture. Why should I +trouble?" he said. + +But words are easy, and many questions are hard to answer. + +The Youth had loved the face when first he saw it in the crowded +shop-window of the Town. So did he love it now. Change can not kill +Love, if Love it be. What matter to the Youth even if the eye had grown +cold and a Shadow rested about the sweet mouth? Can such things as these +make denial to the heart of a Lover? Aye, to the heart of a Love-maker, +but not to the heart of one who loves. There is no limit to Love. A +thousand nays can not check its course if true Love it be. + +But again there is a change with my Lady of the Picture. Does the heart +of the advancing Easter-tide hold the magic spell? Those who chance to +see her now note it, and think it strange. "No," they murmur, "will be +her answer. But it is her Duty that bids her, and she must obey." + +The silken curtain is torn down and the light of day completes the +triple story of this, my Lady of the Picture. The cold glitter is gone +from about the eyes, and the old soft light has returned, and yet it is +not the same as of old. The fatal Shadow round about the sweet mouth is +but a bare outline--a shade, not a Shadow any more. + +Again the pretty white gown is loose--flowing and beautiful. The thought +of the grand old Dame, proud of her beauty and proud of her ancient +coronet, vanishes with the morning mist of the Easter-tide. Again the +dainty lace that clings to her slender white and flower-like throat, +softens and grows creamy and weblike, free from the bleachment and +crystallization of a while ago. Again the face is barely more than pale. +The deep color has faded away, leaving but a faint, delicate trace, and +a pinky tinge which reaches out until it kisses the utmost tip of her +perfect little ear. How deep, tender, and wondrous sad those eyes have +grown! Down in their dark depths her very soul seems to tremble into +sight. It is only one who has suffered who can have such eyes. And, in +truth, it is worth almost a lifetime of suffering to look deep down into +such eyes of sad beauty. She was but a pretty-faced girl; but now, +behold! she is a beautiful woman. And she is weary, O, so weary with the +long, hard battle within. + +But Fear and Doubt still dwell and share with Hope a place in the heart +of the Youth. He finds it sweet comfort to believe that even if her +answer be No, it may come from a sense of Duty. Love is Love always, but +not so with Duty. For that which may be Duty to-day may not be Duty on +the morrow. + +So the Youth of the Town longs for the coming of the morrow. + +Who wrote, and sent to her with those sweet red roses from some old-time +garden, this, his Lover's letter, which she still is holding in her left +hand, once again just a trifle tremulous? Who has asked this question of +a woman's heart? Is he a man strong and noble, whom she does not love, +yet does not wish to wound? Or is it some one less strong, less noble, +who has her Love, although he be unworthy of it? + +And does Duty bid her make denial, even though it break her loving +heart? + +Is it Regret, Duty, Love, or What? + +But still she gives no answer. And the Youth of the Town is still +hoping, doubting, fearing. + +Ah, my sweet, sad-eyed Lady, what will your answer be? + + + + Sherley Place, + Easter-tide, 1884. + + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of a Picture, by Douglass Sherley + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15211.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15211.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1374d1a07bfdba1f868b5c4c6aaff1dd6b64c6c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15211.txt @@ -0,0 +1,717 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Karen Dalrymple, and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team. + + + + + +_Some Broken Twigs_ + + +_BY_ +CLARA M. BEEDE + + +[Illustration] + + +The Press of Flozari, Pegasus Studios +Box 5804, Cleveland, 1, Ohio +1946 + + + _Dedicated to my granddaughter + BETTY TODD BRISTOW + the new mother_ + + + +ACKNOWLEDGMENTS + +We are grateful for permission to include certain poems that were +first published in Caravan of Verse, Cass County Democrat, 1943 +Chipmunk, From, Lyricists Reflections, 1940 Song Poems, The New Earth, +Tulsa Tribune, and 1941 Visions. + + * * * * * + +OTHER TORCHBEARER CHAPBOOKS + +by + +CLARA M. BEEDE + + 45: Brown Plumes + 51: More Brown Plumes + 63: Sunshine and Rain + 73: Clear Crystals (Second Printing) + 88: Only Pebbles + 94: Golden Leaves + 98: Sail High Above + + + + +FOREWORD + + +In the four seasons of the year there are many beautiful days as well +as dismal days in life. The broken twigs and trails, as well as the +good ones go to make up this world. All mark and show posterity the +way out of the woods. + +These poems, and many other poems written by Mrs. Beede show these +things and the wonders of nature. + +As only a true mother can, she has shown me these wonders. I sincerely +hope that all who read her poems will appreciate them as I do and reap +the benefit of the morals of her thoughtful and enjoyable poems and +know as I do her love of nature and things beautiful. + +Genevieve Beede Henderson + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +TO NEW YORK + + + For maid and lad New York is fairy land, + Delightful charms in gorgeous brilliant lure! + Our youth do struggle on ambition's tour. + They meet life's challenge with true heart and hand. + Forgotten trails are marked with scar and wand; + A blasted rock and broken twigs assure + The traveler that others fought the moor, + And sailed the stormy breakers, crossed the sand + To build the city on a granite slab. + They tamed the wilderness, a sturdy clan! + Retracing paths recall the glory made, + Lays bare the secrets of the field and lab. + Such tours give hope for future life and plan. + Brave men have set the torch with ax and spade. + + + + +MEET THE CHALLENGE + + + The coddled youth, like greenhouse plant + Will wilt and die in desert sand, + Can never meet the storms of life, + Untried and mild and soft his hands. + + He walks within the favored nooks, + Protected there much more than those, + Who meet the challenge face ahead, + And struggle on to conquer foes. + + They learn to take the gaff and thrust, + And from an inner courage gain + A faith in toil and love of truth; + They pray to God to ease the pain. + + + + +WINTER + + + A glow of life shines from the leaf-stripped limbs, + In sheltered nooks snowbirds are singing hymns. + The sycamore shafts gleam and shine afar, + Down by the river where the black oaks are. + The goldenrod now droops his fuzzy head; + There by my fence, leaves make a fluffy bed. + They mulch my flower seed down in the loam; + Beyond below the tall sedge grasses moan. + Seared grass curls firmly over tender sprigs, + And my rose bush there curves its brown thorned twigs. + Beneath my window, tulip bulbs lay snug, + Quite safe and warm in earthy winter rug. + All nature resting for a springtime gain, + And quiet gray tones soothe an inner pain. + + + + +DREAMING BY THE RIVER + + + Ripples on the water + Rustling in the trees + Wind sighing gently + Whistling by with ease. + Cow-bells tinkling distant + Farmer on the lea, + Cattle nibbling grasses + Little honey bee. + Frosted leaves of autumn + Sailing down the stream. + Neatest clump of willows, + Oh, for some ice cream. + + + + +WHEN YOU COME HOME + + + O happy, happy heart, that can but leap + For joy, when you return to me again; + The love within grows fresh as morning glen, + Awakes and lights the gloom where shadows creep. + --The night will come and with it women weep. + Stay, Dear, with me, for dark will come and then, + It fills the soul with fear--don't go again-- + Black clouds will roll, when only children sleep. + O Darling storms of midnight vex and threat; + The gullies moan and then the goblins see! + It is not wise or brave to prattle so; + And Dear, if you must go, I will not fret; + The sun will shine when you come home to me, + Dark night is day and only mild winds blow. + + + + +CHILDREN AT THE PARK + + + We hop and skip in time + In the shade of the sycamore trees, + Fly around like the birds and the bees. + + We swing and sway and climb + To the top of the strong monkey bars, + Watch the boats and the Riverside cars. + + We swim and shout in glee, + While the ships on the river sail on. + How time flies and the morning is gone. + + We leap and prance about + And we sing by the Riverside drive. + Thus we play and we eat and we thrive. + + + + +THE FLEET (1945) + + + A long line of ships, + War-scarred in glory smothered + On navy's glad day. + + + + +SPRING IS BUDDING + + + Why is the sun ashining + And all the faces glad? + Why are the buds abursting + And not, a thing is sad? + I hear the sparrow twittering + Her sweet old melody. + Darling the spring is budding + In all her ecstasy. + Spring and the sun are smiling + To bring the leaves and cress. + Love in the heart is waking + To give us happiness. + I hear the lark awarbling + Her sweet old melody. + And too my heart is singing + In happy ecstasy. + + + + +BEAUTIFUL ROSE + + + Beautiful rose + Your crimson velvet tells me + The loveliest message. + + + + +SUN ON THE RIVER + + + O river, flowing on, + In flashing sunlight roll, + And join the ocean lawn + Up to the island shoal. + + O great and mighty stream, + With flaming breast and bow, + Your ferries glide and gleam + Through sparkling glare and glow. + + O sun, on rolling wave + Shine far out to the sea, + And rounded billows pave, + Like quickened silver flee. + + O sheets of dazzling light, + Move on close to the edge, + Where ships are anchored right, + And gold flames on the ledge. + + O rivers, drifting fire + With steamers flaming wide, + Play on your silent lyre + Until the shadows hide. + + + + +OUT ON THE BAY + + + Out on the bay + Was spread a silver while sheet, + Glazed and painted by the sun, + Today. + + Down in my heart + Was pain and sorrow's dark sleet + Eased and melted by the sun, + In part. + + + + +RESTING + + + There is no soothing so complete, + As sitting in the sun, + Or chasing butterflies through wheat, + Although no cloth is spun. + + + + +A SHOWER'S MELODY + + + A babbling brooklet wends its happy way + Adown a rocky path across the plain. + And goes a-galloping along in rain. + In drought he stops and waits a lucky day, + When clouds roll up and men and women pray, + And withered is the corn and grasses and grain. + The dust clings thick on every sill and pane. + A shower soon refreshes loam and clay. + The little stream resumes its cheerful hymn. + It warbles on content to sing and flow, + The music lilts and swells in happy glee; + And too, the birds and bees join in with vim, + Harmonious, alive, in twilight glow + A mighty choir of gorgeous melody! + + + + +IF YOU HEAR + + + If you hear the scoff of friends, + Or see their anger grow, + Just please remember this, + Perhaps they do not know. + + + + +DANCING ON A LEVEL ROAD + + + It is a happy thing to dance + A long a level road + So brave a deed to take a chance + Of slipping off the load. + + + + +IT WAS HOME + + + A little old house in a sheltered nook, + Some cottonwood trees near a babbling brook, + A sturdy gnarled oak by a grassy lane + That leads to green pastures past flowing grain. + A trellised rose bush hides a crumbling wall, + Where lovers have stood near the waterfall; + Beyond the sun sets in a golden glow + And shadows stretch far to the mead below. + A shining wire fence follows up the hill + And curves about to the graded fill. + Then back to the house in a cozy spot + We loiter there on the hallowed lot, + Where Mother's sweet face waits, in gentle calm, + And Father sits near and roads an old psalm. + + + + +QUESTIONS + + + If I could brush the cobwebs from my eyes, + What could I see? + If I could roll the boulder from my path, + What would I be? + + + + +DISTRUST + + + He walks the safest way; + There must be no thistles on his path. + He knows all men are clay. + If truth wears feathers in her cap, + They must be plucked away, + That all may proven be. + + + + +COUNTING + + + The morning sun casts purple in the fields, + A mocking bird sings gaily in the oaks, + White fluffy clouds rest in the murky sky. + It is yet cool, the maples scarcely stir, + But noon will burn the grasses by the way + And give the girl there at the soda fount + A welcome trade. The heat will parch the earth, + So that flowers will wilt and droop their charm. + But night will come and bring refreshing breeze + And fold a soothing mantle over all + Like mother spreading blankets over Tom. + Now day by day the summer slips on by, + Its stifling heat and gloomy skies will pass. + And winter cold will come with hoary frost; + Yet by our hearths we rest in quiet peace, + Secure our roofs and snug our sheltered beds. + Remember Spring, how roses bloom and flamed! + And how the sunny days kept pace with time. + In winter some hours will be gilded gold. + It's true our blessings add up more than half. + + + + +ON THE FERRY + + + A multitude of lights twinkled in glee; + Receding ones reached out, their friendship gleamed + With hands across to shield from dark, it seemed; + And coming dock was lit from home to sea. + There was no gloam and dusk for you and me. + The stars above, grand sentinels all reamed, + Conducting us home like naught ever dreamed; + The scalloped bridge festooned like a Christmas tree, + And gate post lamps led strangers through the park. + Our fathers planned that all should walk in light, + That every man could find his way like day, + Until the amber dawning wake the lark. + Thus peacefully we glided through the night, + Serenely going home the ferry way. + + + + +PERHAPS + + + I see a gorgeous city, pompous, grand, + And hear it weeping with pain long borne. + It is built on rock and nobly planned, + The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn. + + I feel its memories in brick and stone, + And lift my eyes to see the sky and stars. + Unpainted rock in weathered greys and blown + With winds and well I understand the bars. + + From walk to turret there are many eyes, + Perhaps some measuring these thoughts of mine, + What color hair? How long the coat and thighs? + It may be true we drink the self-same wine. + + + + +OKLAHOMA + + + Hail Oklahoma land! O prairie plain, + There is no state more dearly loved.--All hail! + Where grassy hills and sheltered cove and vale + Rest quietly in peace--and in refrain + Our voices lift in praise and joy again; + We sing of Oklahoma land.--All hail! + Of sunny skies and even windy gale, + And wealth of growing corn and flowing grain; + Where black gold gleams and roses bloom in spring. + Here long roads stretch and grazing cow-herds roam. + We build in faith great churches and our state + With many schools, where children gaily sing. + We love our loamy fields and prairie home + And struggle onward upward, soon and late. + + Hail Oklahoma land! O grassy plain, + There is no state more dearly loved.--All hail! + + + + +OUR MORNING PRAYER + + + Our Father in heaven, + Drive from the soul the hopelessness, + Fill it with charity and faith, + And fire the heart with kindliness, + For Jesus sake, amen. + + + + +WE THANK OUR GOD + + + We thank our God for this glad Christmas day, + For health and freedom, peace and hope today. + We float our flag on every hill and trail; + All Hail! The red and white and blue, all hail! + Again upon the board a feast is spread, + And God now guards and blesses our good bread. + Our turkey's big and fat and pudding brown, + And we will smile all day and wear no frown. + Once more our bins are filled with corn and wheat, + The bread we break is good, so light and sweet, + Cranberries, pumpkin pies and walnut meats. + We bow to thank our God for these good eats. + This land America! To God give thanks. + Our men are strong and brave in all the ranks. + All Hail America! Our hope and pride. + God bless our home and now with us abide. + + + + +WAITING + + + The waiting minutes + Tick on but never ending + To eternity. + The years do not wait. + So stealthily do they move, + Like deep swift water. + + + + +THAT HAPPY COMPANIONSHIP + + + Remembering friends of the not long ago, + Their laughter a gay bubbling song. + The whispering of secrets, the rapture of show. + The mounting of spirits lit the peak aglow + And lifted the heart up along + + The forgetting of wrong in a moment of joy, + Quite erased the hurt and the scar, + With music of kindness and naught to annoy, + And gold of the friendship refusing alloy. + Thus comrades in their happiness are. + + + + +I WATCHED MY FLOWERS + + + I watched my flowers grow and brighten barren places; + They smiled at me the whole day long with brilliant faces + The blues and reds, the white and yellow in morning dews + Drove out the hurt of bitter grief and other bruise, + But now the drought will blight the tender buds and leaves. + And parch the earth as the winds blow on scorching sprees, + 'Til July's heat and August sun are duly past, + Yet many things are fine and good at weary last + For if the rain should come, good seed would surely die. + In truth, I should be thankful for a cloudless sky + To ripen seed that sprout and grow in barren places. + And wink at me next year with bright and smiling faces + + + + +BEES OF HATRED + + + The bees of hatred hover + Above and around us. + A good crop will be hatched + To torment and sting us. + + + + +THIS AFTERNOON + + + This afternoon, an angry heart and crude + Consoled himself with an unkindly deed. + Within his soul was hate like garden weed, + That choked the buds and bulbs. In childish feud, + His glee, like noisy urchins brash and rude, + Who trample flowers, pay no thoughtful heed. + The careless acts bring harm and pain with speed. + And sin-scarred hearts deceive themselves, delude + No one. Such souls will have few friends at last. + When life is hard, no one will bear his care + Unless a kindly one, who looks about + To help, to pull and clear. The field is vast! + O weary man! Unhappy world! "Unfair + Is life" men say, "The whole is full of doubt." + + + + +SHE RETURNED IT + + + She borrowed a lump of sugar + To sweeten a cup of tea. + I felt so very silly + When she brought it back to me. + + + + +TO MY FRIENDS + + + On Christmas day, let happy dreams + Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams. + + + + +A MAIDEN'S DREAM + + + I often think and dream and ponder + Of things that I have seen, + And twist the real into a wonder + When men and birds convene. + + If I could reach that star up yonder, + My soul would lift and preen; + If Summertime would always stay + My yard would be more green. + + I see the airplane rise and soaring + On all bright days and fair; + The tiny specks go roaring out + Across the hills from care. + + If my good pilot friend is landing + On some star world up there. + He might bring back some silver + Or flowers for my hair. + + + + +PROMISES + + + On New Year's day + Mankind makes promises + Of gossamer film. + + + + +IN BOASTFUL PRIDE + + + He walked quite proudly on the rocky ledge + And shouted, "I am standing here so high! + How fine the valley and the flowing rye, + I see the barn that's near the osage hedge; + Come look--it's splendid from this shaly edge!" + He leaned far out and slipped--the foolish guy. + Where he had stood was only murky sky. + To face great danger is a privilege. + Don't dare for show, my boy, the rock might slide. + For worthy cause the brave will stand or fall, + But watch the stepping where the bluff is steep; + Remember too when flushed with boastful pride, + Men take most careless risks--don't reckon all; + And then--a life goes out in just one leap. + + + + +IN THE STORM + + + Hear the gale roaring through woods! + Trees bend and snap and sway, + They race and break on this dark day. + If I could fashion some sturdy hoods + To hold the storm at bay, + Then trim and straight would all trees stay. + But great trees knotted by winds' moods + --Like men who face their care-- + Stand scarred yet staunch and bravely there. + + + +THE PRESS OF FLOZARI + +COLOPHON + +This is number 107 of the Torchbearers' Chapbooks, printed by hand at +the Pegasus Studio, from hand-set 10 point Century on Eggshell paper, +in an edition of 110 copies and the type distributed. + + Copies may be secured from the author, at 75c each, postpaid + Clara M. Beede, 146-1/2 North College, Tulsa 4, Okla. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1543.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1543.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7ff64127569cf5a71e2085b1692a43242af1fc66 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1543.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + + + + +A LOVER’S COMPLAINT + +by William Shakespeare + + + + +From off a hill whose concave womb reworded +A plaintful story from a sist’ring vale, +My spirits t’attend this double voice accorded, +And down I laid to list the sad-tun’d tale; +Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, +Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, +Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain. + +Upon her head a platted hive of straw, +Which fortified her visage from the sun, +Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw +The carcass of a beauty spent and done; +Time had not scythed all that youth begun, +Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven’s fell rage +Some beauty peeped through lattice of sear’d age. + +Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, +Which on it had conceited characters, +Laund’ring the silken figures in the brine +That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears, +And often reading what contents it bears; +As often shrieking undistinguish’d woe, +In clamours of all size, both high and low. + +Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride, +As they did batt’ry to the spheres intend; +Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied +To th’orbed earth; sometimes they do extend +Their view right on; anon their gazes lend +To every place at once, and nowhere fix’d, +The mind and sight distractedly commix’d. + +Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat, +Proclaim’d in her a careless hand of pride; +For some untuck’d descended her sheav’d hat, +Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside; +Some in her threaden fillet still did bide, +And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, +Though slackly braided in loose negligence. + +A thousand favours from a maund she drew, +Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, +Which one by one she in a river threw, +Upon whose weeping margent she was set, +Like usury applying wet to wet, +Or monarchs’ hands, that lets not bounty fall +Where want cries ‘some,’ but where excess begs ‘all’. + +Of folded schedules had she many a one, +Which she perus’d, sigh’d, tore and gave the flood; +Crack’d many a ring of posied gold and bone, +Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud; +Found yet mo letters sadly penn’d in blood, +With sleided silk, feat and affectedly +Enswath’d, and seal’d to curious secrecy. + +These often bath’d she in her fluxive eyes, +And often kiss’d, and often gave to tear; +Cried, ‘O false blood, thou register of lies, +What unapproved witness dost thou bear! +Ink would have seem’d more black and damned here!’ +This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, +Big discontent so breaking their contents. + +A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh, +Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew +Of court, of city, and had let go by +The swiftest hours observed as they flew, +Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; +And, privileg’d by age, desires to know +In brief the grounds and motives of her woe. + +So slides he down upon his grained bat, +And comely distant sits he by her side, +When he again desires her, being sat, +Her grievance with his hearing to divide: +If that from him there may be aught applied +Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage, +’Tis promised in the charity of age. + +‘Father,’ she says, ‘though in me you behold +The injury of many a blasting hour, +Let it not tell your judgement I am old, +Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power. +I might as yet have been a spreading flower, +Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied +Love to myself, and to no love beside. + +‘But woe is me! Too early I attended +A youthful suit; it was to gain my grace; +O one by nature’s outwards so commended, +That maiden’s eyes stuck over all his face, +Love lack’d a dwelling and made him her place; +And when in his fair parts she did abide, +She was new lodg’d and newly deified. + +‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls, +And every light occasion of the wind +Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls, +What’s sweet to do, to do will aptly find, +Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind: +For on his visage was in little drawn, +What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn. + +‘Small show of man was yet upon his chin; +His phoenix down began but to appear, +Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, +Whose bare out-bragg’d the web it seemed to wear. +Yet show’d his visage by that cost more dear, +And nice affections wavering stood in doubt +If best were as it was, or best without. + +‘His qualities were beauteous as his form, +For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free; +Yet if men mov’d him, was he such a storm +As oft ’twixt May and April is to see, +When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. +His rudeness so with his authoriz’d youth +Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. + +‘Well could he ride, and often men would say +That horse his mettle from his rider takes, +Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, +What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes! +And controversy hence a question takes, +Whether the horse by him became his deed, +Or he his manage by th’ well-doing steed. + +‘But quickly on this side the verdict went, +His real habitude gave life and grace +To appertainings and to ornament, +Accomplish’d in himself, not in his case; +All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, +Came for additions; yet their purpos’d trim +Piec’d not his grace, but were all grac’d by him. + +‘So on the tip of his subduing tongue +All kind of arguments and question deep, +All replication prompt, and reason strong, +For his advantage still did wake and sleep, +To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep: +He had the dialect and different skill, +Catching all passions in his craft of will. + +‘That he did in the general bosom reign +Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted, +To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain +In personal duty, following where he haunted, +Consent’s bewitch’d, ere he desire, have granted, +And dialogued for him what he would say, +Ask’d their own wills, and made their wills obey. + +‘Many there were that did his picture get +To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind, +Like fools that in th’ imagination set +The goodly objects which abroad they find +Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign’d, +And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them, +Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them. + +‘So many have, that never touch’d his hand, +Sweetly suppos’d them mistress of his heart. +My woeful self that did in freedom stand, +And was my own fee-simple (not in part) +What with his art in youth, and youth in art, +Threw my affections in his charmed power, +Reserv’d the stalk and gave him all my flower. + +‘Yet did I not, as some my equals did, +Demand of him, nor being desired yielded, +Finding myself in honour so forbid, +With safest distance I mine honour shielded. +Experience for me many bulwarks builded +Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain’d the foil +Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. + +‘But ah! Who ever shunn’d by precedent +The destin’d ill she must herself assay, +Or force’d examples ’gainst her own content, +To put the by-pass’d perils in her way? +Counsel may stop a while what will not stay: +For when we rage, advice is often seen +By blunting us to make our wills more keen. + +‘Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, +That we must curb it upon others’ proof, +To be forbode the sweets that seems so good, +For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. +O appetite, from judgement stand aloof! +The one a palate hath that needs will taste, +Though reason weep and cry, “It is thy last.” + +‘For further I could say, “This man’s untrue”, +And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; +Heard where his plants in others’ orchards grew, +Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; +Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; +Thought characters and words merely but art, +And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. + +‘And long upon these terms I held my city, +Till thus he ’gan besiege me: “Gentle maid, +Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, +And be not of my holy vows afraid: +That’s to ye sworn, to none was ever said, +For feasts of love I have been call’d unto, +Till now did ne’er invite, nor never woo. + +‘“All my offences that abroad you see +Are errors of the blood, none of the mind: +Love made them not; with acture they may be, +Where neither party is nor true nor kind, +They sought their shame that so their shame did find, +And so much less of shame in me remains, +By how much of me their reproach contains. + +‘“Among the many that mine eyes have seen, +Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed, +Or my affection put to th’ smallest teen, +Or any of my leisures ever charmed: +Harm have I done to them, but ne’er was harmed; +Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, +And reign’d commanding in his monarchy. + +‘“Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, +Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood, +Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me +Of grief and blushes, aptly understood +In bloodless white and the encrimson’d mood; +Effects of terror and dear modesty, +Encamp’d in hearts, but fighting outwardly. + +‘“And, lo! behold these talents of their hair, +With twisted metal amorously empleach’d, +I have receiv’d from many a several fair, +Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech’d, +With th’ annexions of fair gems enrich’d, +And deep-brain’d sonnets that did amplify +Each stone’s dear nature, worth and quality. + +‘“The diamond, why ’twas beautiful and hard, +Whereto his invis’d properties did tend, +The deep green emerald, in whose fresh regard +Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend; +The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend +With objects manifold; each several stone, +With wit well blazon’d smil’d, or made some moan. + +‘“Lo, all these trophies of affections hot, +Of pensiv’d and subdued desires the tender, +Nature hath charg’d me that I hoard them not, +But yield them up where I myself must render, +That is, to you, my origin and ender: +For these of force must your oblations be, +Since I their altar, you empatron me. + +‘“O then advance of yours that phraseless hand, +Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; +Take all these similes to your own command, +Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise: +What me, your minister for you, obeys, +Works under you; and to your audit comes +Their distract parcels in combined sums. + +‘“Lo, this device was sent me from a nun, +Or sister sanctified of holiest note, +Which late her noble suit in court did shun, +Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; +For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, +But kept cold distance, and did thence remove +To spend her living in eternal love. + +‘“But O, my sweet, what labour is’t to leave +The thing we have not, mast’ring what not strives, +Planing the place which did no form receive, +Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves, +She that her fame so to herself contrives, +The scars of battle ’scapeth by the flight, +And makes her absence valiant, not her might. + +‘“O pardon me, in that my boast is true, +The accident which brought me to her eye, +Upon the moment did her force subdue, +And now she would the caged cloister fly: +Religious love put out religion’s eye: +Not to be tempted would she be immur’d, +And now to tempt all, liberty procur’d. + +‘“How mighty then you are, O hear me tell! +The broken bosoms that to me belong +Have emptied all their fountains in my well, +And mine I pour your ocean all among: +I strong o’er them, and you o’er me being strong, +Must for your victory us all congest, +As compound love to physic your cold breast. + +‘“My parts had pow’r to charm a sacred nun, +Who, disciplin’d and dieted in grace, +Believ’d her eyes when they t’assail begun, +All vows and consecrations giving place. +O most potential love! Vow, bond, nor space, +In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, +For thou art all and all things else are thine. + +‘“When thou impressest, what are precepts worth +Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, +How coldly those impediments stand forth, +Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame! +Love’s arms are peace, ’gainst rule, ’gainst sense, ’gainst shame, +And sweetens, in the suff’ring pangs it bears, +The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears. + +‘“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, +Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, +And supplicant their sighs to your extend, +To leave the batt’ry that you make ’gainst mine, +Lending soft audience to my sweet design, +And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath, +That shall prefer and undertake my troth.” + +‘This said, his wat’ry eyes he did dismount, +Whose sights till then were levell’d on my face; +Each cheek a river running from a fount +With brinish current downward flowed apace. +O how the channel to the stream gave grace! +Who, glaz’d with crystal gate the glowing roses +That flame through water which their hue encloses. + +‘O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies +In the small orb of one particular tear! +But with the inundation of the eyes +What rocky heart to water will not wear? +What breast so cold that is not warmed here? +O cleft effect! Cold modesty, hot wrath, +Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath. + +‘For lo, his passion, but an art of craft, +Even there resolv’d my reason into tears; +There my white stole of chastity I daff’d, +Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears, +Appear to him as he to me appears, +All melting, though our drops this diff’rence bore: +His poison’d me, and mine did him restore. + +‘In him a plenitude of subtle matter, +Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, +Of burning blushes, or of weeping water, +Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, +In either’s aptness, as it best deceives, +To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, +Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows. + +‘That not a heart which in his level came +Could ’scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, +Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; +And veil’d in them, did win whom he would maim. +Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; +When he most burned in heart-wish’d luxury, +He preach’d pure maid, and prais’d cold chastity. + +‘Thus merely with the garment of a grace, +The naked and concealed fiend he cover’d, +That th’unexperient gave the tempter place, +Which, like a cherubin, above them hover’d. +Who, young and simple, would not be so lover’d? +Ay me! I fell, and yet do question make +What I should do again for such a sake. + +‘O, that infected moisture of his eye, +O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow’d! +O, that forc’d thunder from his heart did fly, +O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow’d, +O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed, +Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed, +And new pervert a reconciled maid.’ + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1546.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1546.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c03d98d3e3d195db284efb298fc2f871cc4e0cad --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1546.txt @@ -0,0 +1,274 @@ + + + + + +SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC + +by William Shakespeare + + + + +I. + +It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, +That liked of her master as well as well might be. +Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see, + Her fancy fell a-turning. +Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did fight, +To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight; +To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite + Unto the silly damsel! +But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, +That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain, +For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain: + Alas, she could not help it! +Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day, +Which by a gift of learnlng did bear the maid away; +Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay; + For now my song is ended. + + +II. + +On a day (alack the day!) +Love, whose month was ever May, +Spied a blossom passing fair, +Playing in the wanton air: +Through the velvet leaves the wind, +All unseen, 'gan passage find; +That the lover, sick to death, +Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. +Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; +Air, would I might triumph so! +But, alas! my hand hath sworn +Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: +Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, +Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet, +Thou for whom Jove would swear +Juno but an Ethiope were; +And deny himself for Jove, +Turning mortal for thy love. + + +III. + +My flocks feed not, +My ewes breed not, +My rams speed not, + All is amiss: +Love is dying, +Faith's defying, +Heart's denying, + Causer of this. +All my merry jigs are quite forgot, +All my lady's love is lost, God wot: +Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, +There a nay is plac'd without remove. +One silly cross +Wrought all my loss; + O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! +For now I see, +Inconstancy + More in women than in men remain. + +In black mourn I, +All fears scorn I, +Love bath forlorn me, + Living in thrall: +Heart is bleeding, +All help needing, +(O cruel speeding!) + Fraughted with gall. +My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal, +My wether's bell rings doleful knell; +My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd, +Plays not at all, but seems afraid; +With sighs so deep, +Procures to weep, + In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight. +How sighs resound +Through heartless ground, + Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight! + +Clear wells spring not, +Sweet birds sing not, +Green plants bring not + Forth; they die; +Herds stand weeping, +Flocks all sleeping, +Nymphs back peeping + Fearfully. +All our pleasure known to us poor swains, +All our merry meetings on the plains, +All our evening sport from us is fled, +All our love is lost, for Love is dead. +Farewell, sweet lass, +Thy like ne'er was + For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: +Poor Coridon +Must live alone, +Other help for him I see that there is none. + + +IV. + +When as thine eye hath chose the dame, +And stall'd the deer that thou shouldst strike, +Let reason rule things worthy blame, +As well as fancy partial might: + Take counsel of some wiser head, + Neither too young, nor yet unwed. + +And when thou com'st thy tale to tell, +Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk, +Lest she some subtle practice smell, +(A cripple soon can find a halt:) + But plainly say thou lov'st her well, + And set thy person forth to sell. + +What though her frowning brows be bent, +Her cloudy looks will calm ere night; +And then too late she will repent, +That thus dissembled her delight; + And twice desire, ere it be day, + That which with scorn she put away. + +What though she strive to try her strength, +And ban and brawl, and say thee nay, +Her feeble force will yield at length, +When craft hath taught her thus to say: + 'Had women been so strong as men, + In faith, you had not had it then.' + +And to her will frame all thy ways; +Spare not to spend,--and chiefly there +Where thy desert may merit praise, +By ringing in thy lady's ear: + The strongest castle, tower, and town, + The golden bullet beats it down. + +Serve always with assured trust, +And in thy suit be humble, true; +Unless thy lady prove unjust, +Press never thou to choose anew: + When time shall serve, be thou not slack + To proffer, though she put thee back. + +The wiles and guiles that women work, +Dissembled with an outward show, +The tricks and toys that in them lurk, +The cock that treads them shall not know. + Have you not heard it said full oft, + A woman's nay doth stand for naught? + +Think women still to strive with men, +To sin, and never for to saint: +There is no heaven, by holy then, +When time with age doth them attaint. + Were kisses all the joys in bed, + One woman would another wed. + +But, soft! enough,--too much, I fear; +Lest that my mistress hear my song; +She'll not stick to round me i' the ear, +To teach my tongue to be so long: + Yet will she blush, here be it said, + To hear her secrets so bewray'd. + + +V. + +Live with me, and be my love, +And we will all the pleasures prove, +That hills and valleys, dales and fields, +And all the craggy mountains yields. + +There will we sit upon the rocks, +And see the shepherds feed their flocks, +By shallow rivers, by whose falls +Melodious birds sing madrigals. + +There will I make thee a bed of roses, +With a thousand fragrant posies, +A cap of flowers, and a kirtle +Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. + +A belt of straw and ivy buds, +With coral clasps and amber studs; +And if these pleasures may thee move, +Then live with me and be my love. + + LOVE'S ANSWER. + +If that the world and love were young, +And truth in every shepherd's tongue, +These pretty pleasures might me move +To live with thee and be thy love. + + +VI. + +As it fell upon a day +In the merry month of May, +Sitting in a pleasant shade +Which a grove of myrtles made, +Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, +Trees did grow, and plants did spring; +Everything did banish moan, +Save the nightingale alone: +She, poor bird, as all forlorn, +Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, +And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, +That to hear it was great pity: +Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; +Teru, teru, by and by: +That to hear her so complain, +Scarce I could from tears refrain; +For her griefs, so lively shown, +Made me think upon mine own. +Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain; +None take pity on thy pain: +Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee; +Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee. +King Pandion, he is dead; +All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; +All thy fellow-birds do sing, +Careless of thy sorrowing. +Even so, poor bird, like thee, +None alive will pity me. +Whilst as fickle fortune smil'd, +Thou and I were both beguil'd. +Every one that flatters thee +Is no friend in misery. +Words are easy like the wind; +Faithful friends are hard to find. +Every man will be thy friend, +Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; +But if store of crowns be scant, +No man will supply thy want. +If that one be prodigal, +Bountiful they will him call: +And with such-like flattering, +'Pity but he were a king.' +If he be addict to vice, +Quickly him they will entice; +If to women he be bent, +They have at commandement: +But if fortune once do frown, +Then farewell his great renown: +They that fawn'd on him before, +Use his company no more. +He that is thy frend indeed, +He will help thee in thy need; +If thou sorrow, he will weep; +If thou wake, he cannot sleep: +Thus of every grief in heart +He with thee doth bear a part. +These are certain signs to know +Faithful friend from flattering foe. + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15618.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15618.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..300fdf1dc0521e7e4f4c724fad867834e2eec5d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg15618.txt @@ -0,0 +1,486 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Jason Isbell, Ben Beasley, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which + includes the original illustrations and sound files of the music. + See 15618-h.htm or 15618-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/5/6/1/15618/15618-h/15618-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/5/6/1/15618/15618-h.zip) + + + + + +THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN. + +ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. + +London +Charles Tilt, Fleet Street +and Mustapha Syried, Constantinople + +MDCCCXXXIX + + + + + + + +Warning to the Public + +CONCERNING + +THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN. + + +In some collection of old English Ballads there is an ancient ditty which +I am told bears some remote and distant resemblance to the following Epic +Poem. I beg to quote the emphatic language of my estimable friend (if he +will allow me to call him so), the Black Bear in Piccadilly, and to assure +all to whom these presents may come, that "_I_ am the original." This +affecting legend is given in the following pages precisely as I have +frequently heard it sung on Saturday nights, outside a house of general +refreshment (familiarly termed a wine vaults) at Battle-bridge. The singer +is a young gentleman who can scarcely have numbered nineteen summers, +and who before his last visit to the treadmill, where he was erroneously +incarcerated for six months as a vagrant (being unfortunately mistaken +for another gentleman), had a very melodious and plaintive tone of voice, +which, though it is now somewhat impaired by gruel and such a getting up +stairs for so long a period, I hope shortly to find restored. I have taken +down the words from his own mouth at different periods, and have been +careful to preserve his pronunciation, together with the air to which he +does so much justice. Of his execution of it, however, and the intense +melancholy which he communicates to such passages of the song as are most +susceptible of such an expression, I am unfortunately unable to convey to +the reader an adequate idea, though I may hint that the effect seems to me +to be in part produced by the long and mournful drawl on the last two or +three words of each verse. + +I had intended to have dedicated my imperfect illustrations of this +beautiful Romance to the young gentleman in question. As I cannot find, +however, that he is known among his friends by any other name than +"The Tripe-skewer," which I cannot but consider as a _soubriquet_, or +nick-name; and as I feel that it would be neither respectful nor proper +to address him publicly by that title, I have been compelled to forego the +pleasure. If this should meet his eye, will he pardon my humble attempt to +embellish with the pencil the sweet ideas to which he gives such feeling +utterance? And will he believe me to remain his devoted admirer, + + GEORGE CRUIKSHANK? + +P.S.--The above is not my writing, nor the notes either, nor am I on +familiar terms (but quite the contrary) with the Black Bear. Nevertheless +I admit the accuracy of the statement relative to the public singer whose +name is unknown, and concur generally in the sentiments above expressed +relative to him. + +[Illustration: (signature: George Cruikshank)] + +[Illustration: Musical Score] + + + + +The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman. + + + I. + + Lord Bateman vos a noble Lord, + A noble Lord of high degree; + He shipped his-self all aboard of a ship, + Some foreign country for to see.[1] + +For the notes to this beautiful Poem, see the end of the work. + +[Illustration: Lord Bateman as he appeared previous to his embarkation.] + +[Illustration: The Turk's only daughter approaches to mitigate the +sufferings of Lord Bateman!--] + + II. + + He sail-ed east, he sail-ed vest, + Until he come to famed Tur-key, + Vere he vos taken, and put to prisin, + Until his life was quite wea-ry. + + + III. + + All in this prisin there grew a tree, + O! there it grew so stout and strong, + Vere he vos chain-ed all by the middle + Until his life vos almost gone. + +[Illustration: The Turk's daughter expresses a wish as Lord Bateman was +hers.] + + IV. + + This Turk[2] he had one ounly darter, + The fairest my two eyes e'er see, + She steele the keys of her father's prisin, + And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free. + + + V. + + O she took him to her father's cellar, + And guv to him the best of vine; + And ev'ry holth she dronk unto him, + Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"[3] + +[Illustration: The "WOW."] + + VI. + + "O have you got houses, have you got land, + And does Northumberland belong to thee? + And what would you give to the fair young lady + As out of prisin would let you go free?" + + + VII. + + "O I've got houses, and I've got land, + And half Northumberland belongs to me; + And I vill give it all to the fair young lady + As out of prisin vould let me go free." + +[Illustration: The Turk's daughter, bidding his Lordship farewell, is +impressed with a foreboding that she will see him no more!--] + + VIII. + + "O in sevin long years, I'll make a wow + For sevin long years, and keep it strong,[4] + That if you'll ved no other voman, + O I vill v-e-ed no other man." + + + IX. + + O She took him to her father's harbour, + And guv to him a ship of fame, + Saying, "Farevell, Farevell to you, Lord Bateman, + I fear I ne-e-ever shall see you agen." + +[Illustration: The Proud young Porter answers the door--] + + X. + + Now sevin long years is gone and past, + And fourteen days vell known to me;[5] + She packed up all her gay clouthing, + And swore Lord Bateman she would go see. + + + XI. + + O ven she arrived at Lord Bateman's castle, + How bouldly then she rang the bell, + "Who's there! who's there!" cries the proud young porter, + "O come, unto me pray quickly tell." + +[Illustration: The Proud young Porter in Lord Bateman's State Apartment] + + XII. + + "O! is this here Lord Bateman's castle, + And is his lordship here vithin?" + "O Yes! O yes!" cries the proud young porter; + "He's just now takin' his young bride in." + + + XIII. + + "O! bid him to send me a slice of bread, + And a bottle of the wery best vine, + And not forgettin' the fair young lady + As did release him ven close confine." + +[Illustration: The young bride's Mother is heard (for the first time) to +speak freely] + + XIV. + + O! avay and avay vent this proud young porter, + O! avay and avay and avay vent he,[6] + Until he come to Lord Bateman's charmber, + Ven he vent down on his bended knee. + + + XV. + + "Vot news, vot news, my proud young porter,[7] + Vot news, vot news, come tell to me?" + "O there is the fairest young lady + As ever my two eyes did see. + +[Illustration: The young bride comes on a horse and saddle] + + XVI. + + "She has got rings on ev'ry finger, + And on one finger she has got three: + Vith as much gay gould about her middle + As would buy half Northumberlee. + + + XVII. + + "O she bids you to send her a slice of bread + And a bottle of the wery best vine, + And not forgettin' the fair young lady + As did release you ven close confine." + +[Illustration:--And goes home in a coach and three----] + + XVIII. + + Lord Bateman then in passion flew, + And broke his sword in splinters three,[8] + Saying, "I vill give half my father's land + If so be as Sophia[9] has crossed the sea." + + + XIX. + + Then up and spoke this young bride's mother, + Who never vos heerd to speak so free:[10] + Sayin, "You'll not forget my ounly darter, + If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea." + +[Illustration: Lord Bateman, his other bride, and his favorite domestic, +with all their hearts so full of glee.] + + XX. + + "O it's true I made a bride of your darter, + But she's neither the better nor the vorse for me; + She came to me with a horse and saddle, + But she may go home in a coach and three." + + + XXI. + + Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage, + With both their hearts so full of glee, + Saying, "I vill roam no more to foreign countries + Now that Sophia has crossed the sea."[11] + + + + +THE END. + + + + + +NOTES. + + +[Footnote 1: + + _Some foreign country for to see._ + +The reader is here in six words artfully made acquainted with Lord +Bateman's character and temperament.--Of a roving, wandering, and unsettled +spirit, his Lordship left his native country, bound he knew not whither. +_Some_ foreign country he wished to see, and that was the extent of his +desire; any foreign country would answer his purpose--all foreign countries +were alike to him. He was a citizen of the world, and upon the world of +waters, sustained by the daring and reckless impulses of his heart, he +boldly launched. For anything, from pitch-and-toss upwards to manslaughter, +his Lordship was prepared. Lord Bateman's character at this time, and his +expedition, would appear to Have borne a striking resemblance to those of +Lord Byron. + + His goblets brimmed with every costly wine, + And all that mote to luxury invite. + Without a sigh he left to cross the brine, + And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line. + +CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO I.] + +[Footnote 2: + + _This Turk he had, &c._ + +The poet has here, by that bold license which only genius can venture upon, +surmounted the extreme difficulty of introducing any particular Turk, by +assuming a fore-gone conclusion in the reader's mind, and adverting in a +casual, careless way to a Turk unknown, as to an old acquaintance. "_This_ +Turk he had--" We have heard of no Turk before, and yet this familiar +introduction satisfies us at once that we know him well. He was a pirate, +no doubt, of a cruel and savage disposition, entertaining a hatred of the +Christian race, and accustomed to garnish his trees and vines with such +stray professors of Christianity as happened to fall into his hands. "This +Turk he had--" is a master-stroke--a truly Shakspearian touch. There are +few things like it in the language.] + +[Footnote 3: + + _And every holth she drunk unto him + Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"_ + +A most affecting illustration of the sweetest simplicity, the purest +artlessness, and holiest affections of woman's gentle nature. Bred up among +the rough and savage crowds which thronged her father's lawless halls, and +meeting with no responsive or kindred spirit among those fierce barbarians +(many of whom, however, touched by her surpassing charms, though insensible +to her virtues and mental endowments, had vainly sought her hand in +marriage), this young creature had spent the greater part of her life in +the solitude of her own apartments, or in contemplating the charms of +nature arrayed in all the luxury of eastern voluptuousness. At length she +hears from an aged and garrulous attendant, her only female adviser (for +her mother died when she was yet an infant), of the sorrows and sufferings +of the Christian captive. Urged by pity and womanly sympathy, she repairs +to his prison to succour and console him. She supports his feeble and +tottering steps to her father's cellar, recruits his exhausted frame with +copious draughts of sparkling wine, and when his dim eye brightens, and his +pale cheek becomes flushed with the glow of returning health and animation, +she--unaccustomed to disguise or concealment, and being by nature all +openness and truth--gives vent to the feelings which now thrill her maiden +heart for the first time, in the rich gush of unspeakable love, tenderness, +and devotion-- + + I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!] + +[Footnote 4: + + _Oh, in sevin long years I'll make a wow, + I'll make a wow, and I'll keep it strong_. + +Love has converted the tender girl into a majestic heroine; she cannot only +make "a wow," but she can "keep it strong;" she feels all the dignity of +truth and love swelling in her bosom. With the view of possessing herself +of the real state of Lord Bateman's affections, and with no sordid or +mercenary motives, she has enquired of that nobleman what are his means of +subsistence, and whether _all_ Northumberland belongs to him. His Lordship +has rejoined, with a noble regard for truth, that _half_ Northumberland is +his, and that he will give it freely to the fair young lady who will +release him from his dungeon. She, being thus assured of his regard and +esteem, rejects all idea of pecuniary reward, and offers to be a party to a +solemn wow--to be kept strong on both sides--that, if for seven years he +will remain a bachelor, she, for the like period, will remain a maid. The +contract is made, and the lovers are solemnly contracted.] + +[Footnote 5: + + _Now sevin long years is gone and past, + And fourteen days vell known to me._ + +In this may be recognised, though in a minor degree, the same gifted hand +that portrayed the Mussulman, the pirate, the father, and the bigot, in two +words. The time is gone, the historian knows it, and that is enough for the +reader. This is the dignity of history very strikingly exemplified.] + +[Footnote 6: + + _Avay and avay vent this proud young porter, + Avay and avay and avay vent he._ + +Nothing perhaps could be more ingeniously contrived to express the vastness +of Lord Bateman's family mansion than this remarkable passage. The proud +young porter had to thread courts, corridors, galleries, and staircases +innumerable, before he could penetrate to those exquisite apartments in +which Lord Bateman was wont to solace his leisure hours, with the most +refined pleasures of his time. We behold him hastening to the presence of +his lord: the repetition of the word "avay" causes us to feel the speed +with which he hastens--at length he arrives. Does he appear before the +chief with indecent haste? Is he described as rushing madly into his +presence to impart his message? No! a different atmosphere surrounds that +remarkable man. Even this proud young porter is checked in his impetuous +career which lasted only + + _Until_ he came to Lord Bateman's chamber, + Vere he vent down on his bended knee. + +Lord Bateman's eye is upon him, and he quails.] + +[Footnote 7: + + _Vot news! vot news! my proud young porter?_ + +A pleasant condescension on the part of his lordship, showing that he +recognised the stately youth, and no less stately pride of office which +characterized his follower, and that he was acquainted with the +distinguishing appellation which he appears to have borne in the family.] + +[Footnote 8: + + _And broke his sword in splinters three._ + +Exemplifying, in a highly poetical and striking manner, the force of Lord +Bateman's love, which he would seem to have kept strong as his "wow." We +have beheld him patient in confinement, descending to no base murmurings +against fortune, even when chained by the middle to a tree, with the +prospect of ending his days in that ignominious and unpleasant position. He +has borne all this and a great deal more, seven years and a fortnight have +elapsed, and, at last, on the mere mention of the fair young lady, he falls +into a perfect phrenzy, and breaks his sword, the faithful partner and +companion of his glory, into three splinters. Antiquarians differ +respecting the intent and meaning of this ceremony, which has been +construed and interpreted in many different ways. The strong probability is +that it was done "for luck;" and yet Lord Bateman should have been superior +to the prejudices of the vulgar.] + +[Footnote 9: + + _If my own Sophia._ + +So called doubtless from the mosque of St. Sophia, at Constantinople; her +father having professed the Mahomedan religion.] + +[Footnote 10: + + _Then up and spoke this young bride's mother, + Who never vos heerd to speak so free._ + +This is an exquisite touch of nature, which most married men, whether of +noble or plebeian blood, will quickly recognise. During the whole of her +daughter's courtship, the good old lady had scarcely spoken, save by +expressive smiles and looks of approval. But now that her object is gained, +and her daughter fast married (as she thinks), she suddenly assumes quite a +new tone, "and never was heerd to speak so free." It would be difficult for +poetry to comprehend any thing more strictly true and life-like than this.] + +[Footnote 11: + + _With both their hearts so full of glee._ + +If any thing could add to the grace and beauty of the poem, it would be +this most satisfactory and agreeable conclusion. At the time of the foreign +lady's arrival on the shores of England, we find Lord Bateman in the +disagreeable dilemma of having contracted another marriage; to which step +his lordship has doubtless been impelled by despair of ever recovering his +lost Sophia, and a natural anxiety not to die without leaving an heir to +his estate. The ceremony has been performed, the Church has done its +office, the bride and her mamma have taken possession of the castle, when +the lost Sophia suddenly presents herself. An ordinary man would have been +overwhelmed by such a complication of perplexities--not so Lord Bateman. +Master of the human heart, he appeals to feminine ambition and love of +display; and, reminding the young lady that she came to him on a saddle +horse (with her revered parent following no doubt on foot behind), offers +to bestow upon her a coach and three. The young lady closes with the +proposition; her august mother, having brought it about by her freedom of +speech, makes no objection; Lord Bateman, being a nobleman of great power, +and having plenty of superfluous wealth to bestow upon the Church, orders +another marriage, and boldly declares the first one to be a nullity. +Thereupon "another marriage" is immediately prepared, and the piece closes +with a picture of general happiness and hilarity.] + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1593.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1593.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..275d79acc717e04c2c19ddfc06f008ea13f78fcc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg1593.txt @@ -0,0 +1,518 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, David Newman and James Rose + + + + + +[Illustration: + Nature Series No. 23. + How To Tell The Birds + From The Flowers.] + + + + + + +How To Tell The Birds From The Flowers. + +A Manual of Flornithology for Beginners. + +[Illustration] + + Verses and Illustrations + By Robert Williams Wood. + + Published by Paul Elder and Company + San Francisco and New York. + + + + + Copyright 1907 + By + Paul Elder and Company + +[Illustration] + + + + +Contents. + + + Page. + The Bird. The Burdock. 1. + The Clover. The Plover. 2. + The Crow. The Crocus. 3. + The Rue. The Rooster. 4. + The Parrot. The Carrot. 5. + The Pea. The Pewee. 6. + The Pelican. The Panicle. 7. + The Hen. The Lichen. 8. + The Hawk. The Hollyhock. 9. + The Cow Bird. The Cowslip. 10. + A Sparrer. Asparagus. 11. + The Tern. The Turnip. 12. + The Ole Gander. The Oleander. 14. + The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory. 15. + The Quail. The Kale. 16. + The Pecan. The Toucan. 17. + The Auk. The Orchid. 18. + The Cat-bird. The Catnip. 20. + The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus. 21. + The Butter-ball. The Buttercup. 22. + The Bay. The Jay. 23. + The Pipe. The Snipe. 24. + The Roc. The Shamrock. 25. + The Lark. The Larkspur. 26. + The Puffin. Nuffin. 27. + + Author's Apology. 28. + + + + +Burr. Bird. + +[Illustration: Burr. Bird.] + +The Bird and the Burdock. + + + Who _is_ there who has never heard, + About the Burdock and the Bird? + And yet how _very very_ few, + Discriminate between the two, + While even Mr. Burbank can't + Transform a Bird into a Plant! + +[Illustration: Burbank.] + + + + +The Clover. The Plover. + +[Illustration: The Clover. The Plover.] + + + The Plover and the Clover can be told apart with ease, + By paying close attention to the habits of the Bees, + For en-to-molo-gists aver, the Bee can be in Clover, + While ety-molo-gists concur, there is no B in Plover. + + + + +The Crow. The Crocus. + +[Illustration: The Crow. The Crocus.] + + + Some are unable, as you know, + To tell the Crocus from the Crow; + The reason why is just because + They are not versed in Nature's laws. + The noisy, cawing Crows all come, + Obedient to the Cro'custom, + A large Crow Caw-cus to convoke. + You _never_ hear the Crocus croak! + + + + +The Rue. The Rooster. + +[Illustration: The Rue. The Rooster.] + + + Of Rooster the rudiment clearly is "_Roo_", + And the bird from the plant very probably grew. + You can easily tell them apart without fail, + By merely observing the Rue lacks de-tail. + + + + +The Parrot. The Carrot. + +[Illustration: The Parrot. The Carrot.] + + + The Parrot and the Carrot we may easily confound, + They're very much alike in looks and similar in sound, + We recognize the Parrot by his clear articulation, + For Carrots are unable to engage in conversation. + + + + +The Pea. The Pewee. + +[Illustration: The Pea. The Pewee.] + + + To tell the Pewee from the Pea, + Requires great per-spi-ca-city. + Here in the pod we see the Pea, + While perched close by is the Pewee; + The Pea he hears the Pewee peep, + While Pewee sees the wee Pea weep, + There'll be but little time to see, + How Pewee differs from the Pea. + + + + +The Pelican. The Panicle. + +[Illustration: The Pelican. The Panicle.] + + + The Panicle and Pelican + Have often been confused; + The letters which spell Pelican + In Panicle are used. + You never need confound the two, + There are many ways of telling: + The simplest thing that one can do, + Is to observe the spelling. + + + + +The Hen. The Lichen. + +[Illustration: The Hen. The Lichen.] + + + The Lichens lie on rocks and bark, + They look somewhat like Hens: + Hens _lay_, they _lie_, we may remark, + A difference of tense. + + + + +The Hawk. The Hollyhock. + +[Illustration: The Hawk. The Hollyhock.] + + + To recognize this Bird-of-Prey, + The broody Hen you should survey: + She takes her Chicks on daily walks, + Among the neighboring Hollyhocks, + While with the Hawk association, + Is quite beyond her toleration. + + + + +The Cow Bird. The Cowslip. + +[Illustration: The Cow Bird. The Cowslip.] + + + Growing in mires, in gold attired, + The Cowslip has been much admired, + Altho' its proper name, we're told, + Is really the Marsh Marigold: + The Cow Bird picture, I suspect, + Is absolutely incorrect, + We make such errors now and then, + A sort of cow slip of the pen. + + + + +A Sparrer. Asparagus. + +[Illustration: A Sparrer. Asparagus.] + + + The Sparrow, from flying, is quite out of breath, + In fact he has worked himself almost to death, + While the lazy Asparagus,--so it is said,-- + Spends all of his time in the 'sparagus bed. + + + + +The Tern. The Turnip. + +[Illustration: The Tern. The Turnip.] + + + To tell the Turnip from the Tern, + A thing which everyone should learn, + Observe the Tern up in the air, + See how he turns,--and now compare + Him with this inert vegetable, + Who thus to turn is quite unable, + For he is rooted to the spot, + While as we see the Tern is not: + He is not always doomed to be + Thus bound to earth e-_tern_-ally, + For "Cooked to a turn" may be inferred, + To change the Turnip to the Bird. + +[Illustration] + + Observe the Turnip in the pot. + The Tern is glad that he is not! + + + + +The Ole Gander. The Oleander. + +[Illustration: The Ole Gander. The Oleander.] + + + The Gander loves to promenade, + Around the farmer's poultry-yard, + While, as we see, the Oleander + Is quite unable to meander. + + + + +The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory. + +[Illustration: The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory.] + + + The Blue Mountain Lory spends most of his time + In climbing about in a tropical clime; + We therefore our efforts need only confine, + To minutely observing the climb of the Vine. + + + + +The Quail. The Kale. + +[Illustration: The Quail. The Kale.] + + + The California Quail is said + To have a tail upon his head, + While contrary-wise we style the Kale, + A cabbage head upon a tail. + It is not hard to tell the two, + The Quail commences with a queue. + + + + +The Pecan. The Toucan. + +[Illustration: The Pecan. The Toucan.] + + + Very few can + Tell the Toucan + From the Pecan-- + Here's a new plan: + To take the Toucan from the tree, + Requires im-mense a-gil-i-tee, + While _any one_ can pick with ease + The Pecans from the Pecan trees: + It's such an easy thing to do, + That even the Toucan he can too. + + + + +The Auk. The Orchid. + +[Illustration: The Auk. The Orchid.] + + + We seldom meet, when out to walk, + Either the Orchid or the Auk; + The Auk indeed is only known + To dwellers in the Auktic zone, + While Orchids can be found in legions, + Within the equatorial regions. + The graceful Orchid on its stalk, + Resembles so the auk-ward Auk; + 'T is plain we must some means discover, + To tell the two from one another: + The obvious difference, to be sure, + Is merely one of temperature. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + For Eskimos, perhaps, the Auk + Performs the duties of the Stork. + + + + +The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip. + +[Illustration: The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip.] + + + The Cat-bird's call resembles that, + Emitted by the Pussy Cat, + While Cat-nip, growing by the wall, + Is never known to caterwaul: + Its odor though attracts the Kits, + And throws them in Catniption fits. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus. + +[Illustration: The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus.] + + + The sacred Ibis tells his beads, + And gravely from his prayer-book reads; + The Ibis therfore we may say, + Is classified a bird-of-prey. + 'Ibiscus we have heard related, + The "Crimson-Eye" is designated; + Their difference is plain indeed, + The flower is red, the bird can read. + + + + +The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup. + +[Illustration: The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup.] + + + The little Butter-cup can sing, + From morn 'till night like anything: + The quacking of the Butter-ball, + Cannot be called a song at all. + We thus the flower may learn to know, + Its song is reproduced below. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Bay. The Jay. + +[Illustration: The Bay. The Jay.] + + + The Blue-Jay, as we plainly see, + Resembles much the green Bay tree: + The difference between the two, + Is ob-vi-ous-ly one of hue. + Though this is not the only way, + To tell the Blue-Jay from the Bay. + + + + +The Pipe. The Snipe. + +[Illustration: The Pipe. The Snipe.] + + + Observe the common Indian Pipe, + Likewise the high-bred English Snipe, + Who is distinguished, as we see, + By his superior pedigree. + + +[Illustration: + Two crosses botonny + bend sinister.] + +[Illustration: + Fess argent + mantlets sable.] + + + + +The Roc. The Shamrock. + +[Illustration: The Roc. The Shamrock.] + + + Observe how peacefully the Cows + Among the little Shamrocks browse, + In contrast with their actions frantic + When they perceive the Roc gigantic; + We need but watch thei_r oc_upation, + And seek no other explanation. + + + + +The Lark. The Larkspur. + +[Illustration: The Lark. The Larkspur.] + + + The Larkspur's likeness to the Lark + Is surely worthy of remark, + Although to see it we require + The aid of a small magnifier, + Which circumstance of course implies, + Their difference is one of size. + + + + +Puffin. Nuffin. + +[Illustration: Puffin. Nuffin.] + + + Upon this cake of ice is perched, + The paddle-footed Puffin: + To find his double we have searched, + But have discovered--Nuffin! + + + + +Author's Apology. + + + Not every one is always able + To recognize a vegetable, + For some are guided by tradition, + While others use their intuition, + And even I make no pretense + Of having more than common sense; + Indeed these strange homologies + Are in most flornithologies, + And I have freely drawn upon + The works of Gray and Audubon, + Avoiding though the frequent blunders + Of those who study Nature's wonders. + + +[Illustration: (Back Cover)] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16637.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16637.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca2b77f4c9f7ec31265eb7cf6f23d8c833a228f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16637.txt @@ -0,0 +1,866 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Pat Saumell and Chuck Greif + + + + + + + + + +SLEEP-BOOK + +SOME OF THE POETRY OF SLUMBER + +COLLECTED BY + +LEOLYN LOUISE EVERETT + +NEW YORK + +THE WATKINS COMPANY + +1910 + +Three hundred and twenty copies of this book have been printed on +hand-made Van Gelder paper, for The Watkins Company, at the press of +Styles & Cash New York, and type distributed. + +This book is No. + +To + +ETHEL DU FRE HOUSTON + +who has brought the joy and beauty of dream into so many lives + + + + + SLEEP-BOOK + + + + + I. + + Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart, + Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires, + Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep. + Hold her more close than life itself. Forget + All the excitements of the day, forget + All problems and discomforts. Let the night + Take you unto herself, her blessed self. + Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart, + Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires, + Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep. + + _Leolyn Louise Everett_. + + + + + II. + + Sleep, softly-breathing god! his downy wing + Was fluttering now. + + _Samuel T. Coleridge_. + + + I lay in slumber's shadowy vale + + _Samuel T. Coleridge_. + + + + + III. + + And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, + A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down + And ever-drizzling raine upon the loft, + Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne + Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. + No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, + As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, + Might there be heard; but carelesse Quiet lyes + Wrapt in eternal! silence farre from enimyes. + + _Edmund Spenser_. + + + + + IV. + + The waters murmuring, + With such cohort as they keep + Entice the dewy-feathered Sleep. + _Il Penseroso_. + + _John Milton_. + + + + + V. + Ye spotted snakes with double tongue, + Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; + Newts and blind-worms do no wrong, + Come not near our fairy queen. + Philomel, with melody + Sing in our sweet lullaby, + Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby; + Never harm. + Nor spell nor charm, + Come our lovely lady nigh + So goodnight with lullaby. + + _William Shakespeare_. + + + + + VI. + + Sleep, Silence child, sweet father of soft rest, + Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, + Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, + Sole comforter of minds with grief oppressed; + Lo, by thy charming rod all breathing things + Lie slumbering, with forgetfulness possessed. + + _William Drummond of Hawthornden_. + + + + + VII. + + Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving + Lock me in delight awhile; + Let some pleasing dreams beguile + All my fancies; that from thence + I may feel an influence, + All my powers of care bereaving! + + Though but a shadow, but a sliding + Let me know some little joy! + We that suffer long annoy + Are contented with a thought + Through an idle fancy wrought; + O let my joys have some abiding! + + _John Fletcher_. + + + + + VIII. + + But still let Silence trew night-watches keepe, + That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne, + And tymely Sleep, when it is time to sleep, + May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant playne; + The whiles an hundred little winged loves + Like divers-fethered doves, + Shall fly and flutter round about your bed. + + _Edmund Spenser_. + + + + + IX. + + Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, + Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose + On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud + In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud + Or painful to his slumbers,--easy, sweet + And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, + Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain + Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain, + Into this prince gently, oh gently, slide + And kiss him into slumbers like a bride. + + _John Fletcher_. + + + + + X. + + God hath set + Labor and rest, as day and night, to men + Successive, and the timely dew of sleep + Now falling with soft, slumberous weight inclines + Our eyelids. + + _John Milton_. + + + + + XI. + + Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast' + Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest + + _William Shakespeare_. + + + The innocent sleep, + Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, t + The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, + Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, + Chief nourisher in life's feast. + + _William Shakespeare_. + + + + + XII. + + Come, Sleep. O, Sleep! The certain knot of peace, + The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, + The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, + The indifferent judge between the high and low. + + _Sir Philip Sidney_. + + + + + + XIII. + + Close thine eyes, and sleep secure; + Thy soul is safe, thy body sure. + He that guards thee, he that keeps, + Never slumbers, never sleeps. + A quiet conscience in the breast + Has only peace, has only rest. + The wisest and the mirth of kings + Are out of tune unless she sings: + Then close thine eyes in peace and sleep secure, + No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure. + + _Charles I, King of England_. + + + + + XIV. + + Oh, Brahma, guard in sleep + The merry lambs and the complacent kine, + The flies below the leaves and the young mice + In the tree roots, and all the sacred flocks + Of red flamingo; and my love Vijaya, + And may no restless fay, with fidget finger + Trouble his sleeping; give him dreams of me. + + _William B Yeats_. + + + + + XV. + + Solemnly, mournfully, + Dealing its dole, + The Curfew Bell + Is beginning to toll. + + Cover the embers, + And put out the light; + Toil comes with morning, + And rest with the night. + + Dark grow the windows, + And quenched is the fire; + Sound fades into silence,-- + All footsteps retire. + + No voice in the chambers, + No sound in the hall! + Sleep and oblivion + Reign over all! + + _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_. + + + + + XVI. + + Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound + Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; + Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought + As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound + The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound + + _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_. + + + + + XVII. + + Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world, + A boundary between the things mis-named + Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, + And a wide realm of wild reality. + And dreams in their development have breath, + And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; + They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, + They take a weight from off our waking toils. + They do divide our being; they become + A portion of ourselves as of our time, + And look like heralds of eternity;-- + + _Lord Byron_. + + + + + XVIII. + + O gentle Sleep! Do they belong to thee, + These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love + To sit in meekness, like the brooding Dove, + A captive never wishing to be free. + + _William Wordsworth_. + + + + + XIX. + + O soft embalmer of the still midnight! + Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, + Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered from the light, + Enshaded in forgetfulness divine; + O soothest Sleep! if so it pleases thee, close, + In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, + Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws + Around my bed its lulling charities; + Then save me, or the passed day will shine + Upon my pillow, breeding many woes; + Save me from curious conscience, that still lords + Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; + Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, + And seal the hushed casket of my soul. + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XX. + + Sleep, that giv'st what Life denies, + Shadowy bounties and supreme, + Bring the dearest face that flies + Following darkness like a dream! + + _Andrew Lang_. + + + + + XXI. + + I have a lady as dear to me + As the westward wind and shining sea, + As breath of spring to the verdant lea, + As lover's songs and young children's glee. + + Swiftly I pace thro' the hours of light, + Finding no joy in the sunshine bright, + Waiting 'till moon and far stars are white, + Awaiting the hours of silent night. + + Swiftly I fly from the day's alarms, + Too sudden desires, false joys and harms, + Swiftly I fly to my loved one's charms, + Praying the clasp of her perfect arms. + + Her eyes are wonderful, dark and deep, + Her raven tresses a midnight steep, + But, ah, she is hard to hold and keep-- + My lovely lady, my lady Sleep! + + _Leolyn Louise Everett_. + + + + + XXII. + + Visit her, gentle Sleep! With wings of healing, + And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, + May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, + Silent as tho' they watched the sleeping Earth! + With light heart may she rise, + Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, + Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice. + + _Samuel T. Coleridge_. + + + + + XXIII. + + Sleep! king of gods and men! + Come to my call again, + Swift over field and fen, + Mountain and deep: + + Come, bid the waves be still; + Sleep, streams on height and hill; + Beasts, birds and snakes, thy will + Conquereth, Sleep! + + Come on thy golden wings, + Come ere the swallow sings, + Lulling all living things, + Fly they or creep! + + Come with thy leaden wand, + Come with thy kindly hand, + Soothing on sea or land + Mortals that weep + + Come from the cloudy west, + Soft over brain and breast, + Bidding the Dragon rest, + Come to me, Sleep! + + _Andrew Lang_. + + + + + XXIV. + + Sleep, death without dying--living without life. + + _Edwin Arnold_. + + + + + XXV. + + She sleeps; her breathings are not heard + In palace-chambers far apart, + The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd + That he upon her charmed heart. + + She sleeps; on either hand upswells + The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest; + She sleeps, nor dreams but ever dwells + A perfect form in perfect rest. + + _Alfred Tennyson_. + + + + + XXVI. + + The hours are passing slow, + I hear their weary tread + Clang from the tower and go + Back to their kinsfolk dead. + Sleep! death's twin brother dread! + Why dost thou scorn me so? + The wind's voice overhead + Long wakeful here I know, + And music from the steep + Where waters fall and flow. + Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep? + + All sounds that might bestow + Rest on the fever'd bed, + All slumb'rous sounds and low + Are mingled here and wed, + And bring no drowsihed. + Shy dreams flit to and fro + With shadowy hair dispread; + With wistful eyes that glow + And silent robes that sweep. + Thou wilt not hear me; no? + Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep? + + What cause hast them to show + Of sacrifice unsped? + Of all thy slaves below + I most have labored + With service sung and said; + Have cull'd such buds as blow, + Soft poppies white and red, + Where thy still gardens grow, + And Lethe's waters weep. + Why, then, art thou my foe? + Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep? + + Prince, ere the dark be shred + By golden shafts, ere low + And long the shadows creep: + Lord of the wand of lead, + Soft footed as the snow, + Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep! + + _Andrew Lang_. + + + + + XXVII. + + I have loved wind and light, + And the bright sea, + But, holy and most secret Night, + Not as I love and have loved thee. + + God, like all highest things, + Hides light in shade, + And in the night his visitings + To sleep and dreams are clearliest made. + + _Arthur Symons_. + + + + + XXVIII. + + The peace of a wandering sky, + Silence, only the cry + Of the crickets, suddenly still, + A bee on the window sill, + A bird's wing, rushing and soft, + Three flails that tramp in the loft, + Summer murmuring + Some sweet, slumberous thing, + Half asleep: + + _Arthur Symons_. + + + + + XXIX. + + Only a little holiday of sleep, + Soft sleep, sweet sleep; a little soothing psalm + Of slumber from thy sanctuaries of calm, + A little sleep--it matters not how deep; + A little falling feather from thy wing, + Merciful Lord,--is it so great a thing? + + _Richard Le Gallienne_. + + + + + XXX. + + A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by + One after one; the sound of rain, and bees + Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, + Smooth fields, white sheets of water and pure sky + I have thought of all by turns and yet do lie + Sleepless! + + * * * * * + + Come, blessed barrier between day and day. + Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! + + _William Wordsworth_. + + + + + XXXI. + + Sleep is a reconciling, + + A rest that peace begets; + Does not the sun rise smiling + When fair at eve he sets' + + _Anonymous_. + + + + + XXXII. + + The cloud-shadows of midnight possess their own + repose, + The weary winds are silent or the moon is in the + deep; + Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean + knows; + + Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its + appointed sleep. + + _Percy Bysshe Shelley_. + + + + + XXXIII. + + We lay + Stretched upon fragrant heath and lulled by sound + Of far-off torrents charming the still night, + To tired limbs and over-busy thoughts + Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness. + + _William Wordsworth_. + + + + + XXXIV. + + There is sweet music here that softer falls + Than petals from blown roses on the grass, + Or night-dews on still waters between walls + Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; + Music that gentlier on the spirit lies + Than tired eye-lids upon tired eyes; + Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. + Here are cool mosses deep, + And thro' the mass the ivies creep, + And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep. + And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. + + _Alfred Tennyson_. + + + + + XXXV. + + I went into the deserts of dim sleep-- + That world which, like an unknown wilderness, + Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep + + _Percy Bysshe Shelley_. + + + + + XXXVI. + + Oh, Morpheus, my more than love, my life, + Come back to me, come back to me! Hold out + Your wonderful, wide arms and gather me + Again against your breast. I lay above + Your heart and felt its breathing firm and slow + As waters that obey the moon and lo, + Rest infinite was mine and calm. My soul + Is sick for want of you. Oh, Morpheus, + Heart of my weary heart, come back to me! + + _Leolyn Louise Everett_. + + + + + XXXVII. + + Lips + Parted in slumber, whence the regular breath + Of innocent dreams arose. + + _Percy Bysshe Shelley_. + + + + + XXXVIII. + + A late lark twitters in the quiet skies; + And from the west, + Where the sun, his day's work ended, + Lingers in content, + There falls on the old, gray city + An influence luminous and serene, + A shining peace. + + The smoke ascends + In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires + Shine, and are changed. In the valley + Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, + Closing his benediction, + Sinks, and the darkening air + Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night-- + Night with her train of stars + And her great gift of sleep. + + _William Ernest Henley_. + + + + + XXXIX. + + Oh, Sleep! it is a gentle thing + Beloved from pole to pole! + To Mary Queen the praise be given! + She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, + That slid into my soul. + + _Samuel T. Coleridge_. + + + + + XL. + + What is more gentle than a wind in summer? + What is more soothing than the pretty hummer + That stays one moment in an open flower, + And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower? + What is more tranquil than a musk rose blowing + In a green island, far from all men's knowing? + More healthful than the leanness of dales? + More secret than a nest of nightingales? + More serene than Cordelia's countenance? + More full of visions than a high romance? + What, but thee Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes! + Low murmurer of tender lullabies! + Light hoverer around our happy pillows! + Wreather of poppy buds and weeping willows! + Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses! + Most happy listener! when the morning blesses + Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes + That glance so brightly at the new sun-rise. + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XLI. + + My sleep had been embroidered with dim dreams, + My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er + With flowers, and stirring shades of baffled beams. + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XLII. + + Sleep is a blessed thing. All my long life + I have known this, its value infinite + To man, its symbol of the perfect peace + That marks eternity, its marvellous + Relief from all the vanities and wounds, + The little battles and unrest of soul + That we call life. + Sleep is a blessed thing, + Doubly it has been taught me. All the time + I cannot have you, all the heart-sick days + Of utter yearning, of eternal ache + Of longing, longing for the sight of you, + Fade and dissolve at night and you are mine, + At least in dreams, at least in blessed dreams. + + _Leolyn Louise Everett_. + + + + + XLIII. + + Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, + In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay + Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd + Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away; + Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day, + Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain, + Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; + Blended alike from sunshine and from rain, + As though a rose could shut and be a bud again. + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XLIV. + + O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, + That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind + 'Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd + Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key + To golden palaces, strange ministrelsy, + Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves, + Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves + And moonlight, aye, to all the mazy world + Of silvery enchantment!--who, upfurl'd + Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour + But renovates and lives? + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XLV. + + A sleep + Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing. + + _John Keats_. + + + + + XLVI. + + Now is the blackest hour of the long night, + The soul of midnight. Now, the pallid stars + Shine in the highest silver and the wind + That creepeth chill across the sleeping world + Holdeth no hint of morning. I look out + Into the glory of the night with tired, + Wide, sleepless eyes and think of you. There is + The hush of some great spirit o'er the earth. + Here, in the silence earth and sky are met + And merged into infinity. Oh, God + Of all, Thou who beholdest Destiny + As simple, Thou who understandest life + From birth to re-birth, who knows all our souls, + Grant her Thy perfect benediction, rest. + + _Leolyn Louise Everett_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16770.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16770.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a5920a2da2e46112e7608fc03c9aa634ec5c716 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16770.txt @@ -0,0 +1,572 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Alicia Williams, Joshua Hutchinson and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +The Adventures +of two +Dutch Dolls +and a +"Golliwogg" + + +Pictures By +[signed] Florence K. Upton + +Words By +Bertha Upton + +DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. Boston + + +[Illustration] + + + 'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve + When Peggy Deutchland woke + From her wooden sleep + On the counter steep + And to her neighbour spoke, + + "Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane! + Now strikes the midnight hour, + When dolls and toys + Taste human joys, + And revel in their power. + +[Illustration] + + I long to try my limbs a bit, + And you must walk with me; + Our joints are good + Though made of wood, + And I pine for liberty. + +[Illustration] + + For twelve long months we've lain in here. + But we don't care a fig; + When wide awake + It does not take + Us long to dance a jig. + +[Illustration] + + But who comes here across our path, + In gay attire bedight? + A little girl + With hair in curl, + And eyes so round and bright. + +[Illustration] + + Good evening Miss, how fine you look, + Beside you I feel bare; + I must confess + I need a dress + If I would look as fair. + +[Illustration] + + On that high pole I see a flag + With colors red and blue; + Dear Sarah Jane + 'Tis very plain + A climb you'll have to do. + +[Illustration] + + You're young and light--so now be quick + Dear sister good and kind; + You look dismayed + Don't be afraid, + It's not so hard you'll find. + + Then up the pole with trembling limbs, + Poor Sarah Jane did mount; + She dared not lag, + But seized the flag, + Ere you could twenty count. + + Big Peggy gazed with deep concern, + And mouth wide open too; + Her only care + That she might wear + A gown of brilliant hue. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Now Peg' by instinct seemed to know + Where scissors might be got; + The "fits" were bad, + But then she had + No patterns on the spot. + + Soon where the garments hurried on; + Sarah looked well in blue; + Mirror in hand + She took her stand, + While Peggy pinned her's through. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Said Peggy--"After work so hard, + I think a rest we need; + Let's take a ride + Seated astride + Upon this gentle steed." + + Then simple Sarah Jane climbed up + Upon his wooden back; + With tim'rous heart + She felt him start + Upon the open track. + +[Illustration] + + Ere long they knew that hidden there, + Beneath a stolid mien, + Dwelt a fierce will. + They could not still + They rode as if by steam! + +[Illustration] + + Peggy held on with tightening grip, + While Sarah Jane behind, + Having no hold + To make her bold, + To screaming gave her mind. + + "O Peggy! put me down I pray! + I ride in mortal dread! + Do make him stop, + Or I shall drop + And break my wooden head!" + + E'en as those piteous words she spoke, + They struck a fearful "snag" + Their grips they lost, + And both were tossed + Upon the cruel "flag". + +[Illustration] + + Their senses for a moment gone, + They lay in ghastly plight; + Their fiery steed + From burden freed, + Maintained his onward flight. + + Then each in aching consciousness + Rose slowly with sad groans; + Next faced about + With angry shout, + Followed by tears and moans. + +[Illustration] + + Each blamed the other for the fall; + Until, in gentler mood, + Their hurts they dress, + While both confess + The crying did them good. + + A wooden crutch poor Peggy finds + To help her on her feet; + Both solemn-faced + Their steps retraced + To where they first did meet. + +[Illustration] + + But sorrow's tears are quickly dried + With dolls as well as men.-- + A jolly crowd + All laughing loud + (I think you'll count just ten.) + + Mounted a little wooden cart, + While Peggy, brave and tried, + Got up in front + To bear the brunt + Of "Hobby's" mighty stride. + +[Illustration] + + Finding a pleasant open space, + Gay Peg' unships her load; + Suggests a game + Which, it is plain, + Will soon be quite the "mode." + + She tells of former Christmas nights, + When many of her kind, + At leap-frog played, + And merry made, + Fast running like the wind. + + The happy moments swiftly sped + In unabated glee; + Their lungs were strong, + Their legs were long, + And supple at the knee. + +[Illustration] + + But soon they hear the clock strike "two" + The hours are flying fast! + With much to do + Ere night be thro' + Its' pleasures overpast! + + "Just one leap more!" cries Sarah Jane, + "This fills my wildest dream!" + E'en as she spoke, + Peg' Deutchland broke + Into a piercing scream. + + Then all look round, as well they may + To see a horrid sight! + The blackest gnome + Stands there alone, + They scatter in their fright. + + With kindly smile he nearer draws; + Begs them to feel no fear. + "What is your name?" + Cries Sarah Jane; + "The 'Golliwogg' my dear." + + Their fears allayed--each takes an arm, + While up and down they walk; + With sidelong glance + Each tries her chance, + And charms him with "small talk". + +[Illustration] + + Another wonder now attracts + The simple Sarah Jane; + Upon one knee + She drops with glee, + In case this box contain + + Some pretty thing to give her joy, + Some new-discovered treat! + Old Peg', who planned + The fun in hand, + Watches with face discreet. + +[Illustration] + + The lock unlatched, the lid springs up, + Knocks Sarah on her back, + With flying hair + And trying stare, + Out of the box springs "Jack". + + Our naughty Peg' enjoys the scene, + Laughs long with fiendish glee; + Next takes to flight, + Gets out of sight, + Fresh tricks to plan you'll see. + +[Illustration] + + Soon Sarah's heart new courage takes, + She hits upon a plan; + Makes up her mind + To run behind + And kill the staring man! + + Attempts are vain, he will not die! + In terror Sarah flees; + Meets a new toy + Called "Scissors Boy", + And begs him just to please. + +[Illustration] + + To help her pay bad Peggy back + For her malicious tricks; + Nor does she see + That even he + Enjoys her woeful "fix". + + Peg's pious face and peaceful pose + You'd think portended fair, + When like a flash + She makes a dash, + Sends Sarah high in air! + +[Illustration] + + Entangled in the "Scissors Boy", + Alas! death seems quite near; + Her trust betrayed, + This hapless maid + Sobs out her grief and fear. + + 'Twas Peggy's fault the whole way through; + The boy had meant no harm. + Both ran away, + Nor thought to stay + Poor Sarah's fright to calm. + +[Illustration] + + A handsome soldier passing by, + His heart quite free from guile, + With martial air + And manner rare + Soon helped the girl to smile. + + He said the Ball would now begin + And begged her for a dance; + She bowed so low, + It looked as tho' + Her style had come from France. + +[Illustration] + + A lively waltz the couple take, + While all admire their grace, + As round and round + Upon the ground + They spin with quickened pace. + + And shameless Peg' sits on a chair + A true "flower of the wall" + While Sarah Jane, + Tis very plain, + Need never rest at all. + +[Illustration] + + With graceful compliment the Clown + Bows low before the belle, + Whose modest face, + And simple grace, + In starry robe looked well. + + "I know I'm but a stupid Clown, + And play a clumsy role; + Yet underneath + This painted sheath + I wear an ardent Soul." + +[Illustration] + + Just then a jovial African + With large admiring eyes, + Seizes her hand + Just as the band + To give them a surprise + + Strikes up the "Barn-dance"; like a flash + Both spring into their place! + Away they go + First quick, then slow, + Each movement fraught with grace. + +[Illustration] + + The jolly pair then pause to watch + A "Magnate" from Japan, + Who quite alone + So far from home + (Poor harmless little man) + + Dances a curious Eastern dance + To many a jingling bell; + His brilliant dress, + They both confess, + Becomes him very well. + +[Illustration] + + And now the Ball is at its height, + A madly whirling throng; + Each merry pair + A smile doth wear. + And Sambo sings a song. + + While in their midst the artist head + Of "Golliwogg" appears, + With Peg beside, + Whose graceful stride + No criticism fears. + +[Illustration] + + But even wooden limbs get tired + And want a change of play, + So "Golliwogg" + A "jolly dog" + Suggests they run away. + + The big shop door is bolted fast, + But through the yard behind, + Peggy has spied + One open wide, + Which she will shortly find. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + A touch--A push--and out they fly + Into the starlight night; + No one must know + The way they go + They cover up their flight. + + And though their laughing faces tell + How they enjoy the fun, + No sound they make, + But quickly take + Unto their heels and run. + +[Illustration] + + Nor stop until they reach a field, + And find a lovely slide; + No fear has Peg, + But Meg and Weg + Cling screaming as they glide. + + The "Golliwogg" with flying hair, + Takes the first lead you see, + Nor minds at all + The "Midget" small, + Her arms outstretched in glee. + +[Illustration] + + The sliders never dreamed of harm, + They sailed like ships at sea; + 'Twas Meg and Weg, + Who Tripped up Peg, + And brought to grief their spree. + + The wrong man often gets the blame + 'Twas just so in this case, + And balls of snow + They madly throw + At "Golliwogg's" kind face. + +[Illustration] + + He catches one in either eye, + And then turns tail to run; + The steady aim + Of Sarah Jane + Grows very serious fun. + + He does not like the way girls act, + For five to one's not fair; + There's no escape + One hits his nape, + Another strikes his hair. + +[Illustration] + + "Vengeance!" he cries, "I'll pay them out! + If girls will play with boys, + There's got be + Equality, + So here's for equipoise!" + + And then some monster balls he makes, + He does not spare the snow + And as each back + Receives a whack, + Like ninepins down they go. + + In life we have our "ups" and "downs", + These dolls enjoyed the same; + Though down went Weg, + Don't think, I beg, + 'Twas due to Sarah Jane. + + You see the sled was pretty full, + The hill was rather steep; + Weg was to steer + But in her fear + She took a backward leap. + +[Illustration] + + Anon all reached the valley safe, + And skating longed to try; + The ice seemed good, + As each one stood + Upon the bank hard by. + + While "Golliwogg" with cautious steps, + Toward the middle skates; + They hear a crack! + They cry, "come back + To your devoted mates!" + +[Illustration] + + Too late! alas their call is vain! + He swiftly disappears! + His kind forethought + Is dearly bought, + It melts them unto tears. + + But sturdy Peg is quick to act, + She gives an order clear, + "Creep on your knees, + And by degrees + We to the hole will steer." + +[Illustration] + + They reach in time, Peg drags him out + With all her might and main; + Poor "Golliwogg", + A dripping log, + Must be got home again. + + Behold sure signs of early dawn, + As down the field they start; + A leaden weight, + This living freight, + With faintly beating heart. + +[Illustration] + + In half an hour the sun comes up, + And shows a merry face; + He winks an eye + As passing by + He sees the skating place. + + And when he peeps into the shop + With jolly laughing eye, + Tho' he's not blind + He cannot find + A single toy awry! + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16905.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16905.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc0ea4c6b749607716c25b6bb11c4585278ab8ff --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg16905.txt @@ -0,0 +1,243 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: Mosnar Yendis is an anagram of Sidney Ransom, +the author. Best known for advertising posters, this children's book is +a rare example of his work outside that genre. As of this writing, known +copies include two in the Library of Congress offsite storage, one in +the British Library, one in the National Library of Scotland, a small +handful of others in the wild, and the one used to create this version. +The NLS copy was used as a reference to verify the sequence and presence +of all pages.] + + + + +[Illustration: Front cover.] + + + + + + + THE + Great Red Frog + + TOLD AND PICTURED + BY + M. Yendis + + + METHUEN & CO. + 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. + LONDON + + 1903 + + + + + + +Many years ago, and many miles away, there was a little Prince who was +exactly like the Lord Chamberlain's son, and sometimes even the artful +old Chamberlain himself could not tell one from the other. + + +[Illustration] + + +When the Prince became King of Noware, they were still alike as two +peas, and one day, when they were playing in the garden, a Magic Bush +suddenly grew up behind the King. At the same moment the Chamberlain's +Son suddenly lost his temper, + + +[Illustration] + + +And pushed his royal play-fellow into the Magic Bush. The little +King was immediately changed into a strange red Frog, which ran +away croaking fearfully. + + +[Illustration] + + +The wicked Chamberlain seemed quite pleased when his son told him what +had happened, + +[Illustration] + + +And, placing a crown on his own son's head, he said, "Your Majesty has +made a mistake; how can the King be a Frog when I see your Majesty +before me?" And they both smiled artfully. + + +[Illustration] + + +The Chamberlain pretended to weep, and told everybody that his Son had +been turned into a Frog. + + +[Illustration] + + +So the false King sat on the throne and grew up to be very bad and ugly, +because he was always afraid the real King would return. He heard of +the wonderful King of the Frogs, who carried off cattle on his back, +and every time he saw a Frog he shivered all over. + + +[Illustration] + + +He was going to marry the Princess of Sumwareruther, and they expected +her day after day, but she did not come. At last they became quite +anxious, when one morning a little Blue Dwarf arrived at the Palace. +He was quite breathless. + + +[Illustration] + + +His name was Omolo, and he told the King that when he and the young +Princess (he was the Princess's page) were about twenty miles from the +Palace, a Great Red Frog suddenly confronted them, put the soldiers to +flight, and carried off the Princess. + + +[Illustration] + + +The King flew into a rage, and rushed out of the room declaring that +he would go to war with the King of the Frogs. + + +[Illustration] + + +So the Chamberlain made a speech to the Army. + + +[Illustration] + + +But the Army was so afraid of the Great Red Frog that they were taken +ill and could not go. + + +[Illustration] + + +And without saying a word to anyone, little Omolo climbed on to a +Stork's back-- + + +[Illustration] + + +And flew off to save the Princess. + + +[Illustration] + + +Now the Stork had a friend, a very wise Owl, to whom they went for +advice. The Owl put on his glasses and a very grave voice. He told Omolo +where he would find a Magic Sword, and also where the King of the Frogs +lived. + + +[Illustration] + + +Then, after thanking the Owl, they went on again and finally found the +King Frog at home; but Omolo was rather surprised to see the Princess +taking afternoon tea with him, and not frightened in the least. + + +[Illustration] + + +When she saw Omolo, she clapped her hands with delight, but before she +could say a word, he attacked the King of the Frogs with his Magic Sword +and wounded him. Directly the Sword touched the Frog,-- + + +[Illustration] + + +He changed into a splendid King with a Ruby Crown. The Princess was +delighted, for, as of course you have guessed, he was the real King +of Noware. + + +[Illustration] + + +He thanked Omolo graciously, and, taking the Magic Sword, he changed +the little Blue Dwarf into a handsome fellow, and made him an Earl on +the spot, and gave him command of the Army. + + +[Illustration] + + +And being very pleased with the kind Stork he changed him into a man, +and made him his Chancellor. He was a bit storky at first, but he +gradually improved. + + +[Illustration] + + +Thoughtfully leaving the King and the Princess to talk things over, Earl +Omolo went out and caught a Robin, changed it into a smart soldier, and +sent him off recruiting. Very shortly there were thousands of Robins +twittering to be enlisted. + + +[Illustration] + + +They marched back to the Palace with a large army, and everybody was +pleased to see them, except the false King and the Chamberlain, who +begged the King to spare their lives, and as he was very happy he did +so. But they were justly punished. + + +[Illustration] + + +So the King married the Princess, and they had a magnificent Coronation, +and as everybody was happy at the end--I hope you will be happy at + + THE END. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: Back Cover.] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17068.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17068.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..87bc8000e2c9bd402243f46ee34f82012db933b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17068.txt @@ -0,0 +1,647 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Hilary Caws-Elwitt in honor of Jean Caws + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 17068-h.htm or 17068-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/0/6/17068/17068-h/17068-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/0/6/17068/17068-h.zip) + + + + + + Have you seen + + "The Animals' Trip to Sea" + + and + + "The Animals' Picnic" + + by CLIFTON BINGHAM + + illustrated by G. H. THOMPSON + + NOW READY + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE +ANIMALS' +REBELLION + +described by +CLIFTON BINGHAM + +and pictured by +G. H. THOMPSON + +London New York +Ernest Nister Printed in Bavaria. E P Dutton & Co + + + * * * * * + + + + +The Animals' Rebellion. + + +The "Trip to Sea"[A] had long been made, +The "Picnic"[B] bills had all been paid; +But if you'll listen, I will tell +What made the animals rebel. + +The Tiger was dissatisfied-- +"Why should the Lion reign?" he cried; +"He's no more King of Beasts than I; +So let us all his rule defy!" + +A secret meeting then he called: +And while the others stood appalled, +His wants and grievances explained, +And quickly some adherents gained. + +The Fox his joy could not conceal-- +"In guns," thought he, "I'll make a deal!" +The Owl, who all his speeches heard, +Took care to take down every word: + +And ere the rising of the sun, +The Great Rebellion had begun! + +[Footnote A: "The Animals' Trip to Sea."] +[Footnote B: "The Animals' Picnic."] + + +[Illustration: SECRET MEETING OF THE REBELS] + + + + +The Tiger's Petition + + +The King sat on his Throne one day, + His Crown upon his brow; +To him, in most obsequious way, + The Tiger made his bow. + +His long petition he unrolled, + With names all written down; +The courtiers stared--their blood ran cold-- + King Leo gave a frown. + +"What have we here?" demanded he, + "And what does he require?" +The Elephant said, "Here I see + A traitor, royal sire!" + +The Brown Bear murmured, "So do I-- + He's right, without a doubt!" +The monarch cried, with flashing eye, + "Turn this intruder out!" + +[Illustration: PRESENTING A PETITION TO THE KING] + +At midnight, in an empty hut, + Deep in the forest old, +The Rebels met with doors close shut, + Their dark schemes to unfold. + +"Friends!" Tiger cried, "no more we'll brook + This despot's cruel reign; +Our charter lies before us--look! + The plan of our campaign!" + + + + +Mr. Fox's Armoury. + + +Directly Brother Fox was told, + He ransacked all his stores, +And soon was making bags of gold + And selling guns in scores. + +The Brown Bear bought a blunderbuss; + And when they saw the arm, +The Bunnies all cried, "Don't shoot _us_! + We've not done any harm!" + +The Tiger thought revolvers best, + So he bought half a score; +"No guns I've had," said Fox, with zest, +"_Went off_ so well before!" + +"Don't fear, my Bunnies, you'll be shot, + Though each has bought a gun; +I'll whisper this," said Fox: "they've got + Blank cartridge ev'ry one!" + +[Illustration: THE ARMORY] + + + + +Raising the Standard. + + +From lair to lair the news soon spread, +And one and all leapt out of bed, +And sallied forth, with loud hurrays, +The Standard of Revolt to raise. + +The Bear looked fierce, the Crocodile +Put on his most bloodthirsty smile; +The Leopard and the Wolf were there, +And cheers resounded in the air. + +The Tiger roared a lengthy speech, +And called, in loudest tones, on each +To do his best when came the fray, +Not be afraid, nor run away. + +Cried he: "Now, onward to the field, +To make this tyrant monarch yield!" +"Charge, Leopard, charge--on, Tiger, on!" +Were the first words of Rebellion. + +[Illustration: RAISING THE STANDARD OF REVOLT] + +Next morn a Scout the Camp alarms, +The Lion's soldiers fly to arms. +"The enemy advance!" he cries, +"And means to take you by surprise!" +In Leo's Camp, on Zootown plains, +The utmost consternation reigns. + + + + +In Leo's Camp. + + +This startling news the peaceful Camp + With preparation fills, +Resounding with the soldiers' tramp, + The noise of many drills. + +The Sergeants shout, the General storms; + All round one sees and hears +The trying on of uniforms, + The clank of swords and spears. + +The Fox pretended, by and by, + To be deaf, dumb and lame; +But Jacko, with a placard "Spy," + Quite spoilt his little game. + +Field Marshal Hippo shouted out, + "Arrest him on the spot!" +If he had not escaped, no doubt + He'd promptly have been shot. + +[Illustration: A SPY IN CAMP] + + + + +Preparing for the Fray. + +Preparing for the coming fray, +The Camp was busy night and day; +The Rhino had his horn re-ground, +Because it had got blunt he found. + +The Elephant had his tusks, too, +Re-sharpened till they looked like new; +In fact, the Ape's new grindstone strong +Was working nearly all day long. + +All day the Camp was never still-- +With marching to and fro, and drill; +And quite right too, since it appears +They hadn't been to war for years. + +The oldest there had never known +Such preparations to be shown; +Indeed, they'd never had, somehow, +A great Rebellion until now. + +[Illustration: PREPARING FOR THE FRAY] + +Next day took place the Grand Review, + Before His Majesty, +The troops marched past in order true-- + A splendid sight to see. + +The speech he made filled all with pride, + As brave as brave could be: +"For Country and for King," he cried, + "On, on to victory!" + + + + +The Advance Guard. + + +Then marched they forth unto the fray +A battle fierce took place next day; +I'm told it was a fearful fight, +That lasted quite from morn till night. + +Through hail of shot and rain of lead, +His Rebel band the Tiger led; +And found that when the fight was done +A brilliant victory was won. + +In vain King Leo's gallant band +(The Prince of Tails was in command) +Essayed the Rebel force to beat-- +The effort ended in defeat. + +Their cocoa-nuts, with deadly aim, +The Monkeys threw, but all the same; +Though Jumbo streams of water poured, +The enemy a victory scored. + +[Illustration: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE ENEMY] + + + + +The Elephant Wounded. + + +Alas! for he so bravely fought, + Poor Jumbo wounded lay; +The ambulance they quickly brought + To where he fell that day. + +"To Hospital this instant!" cried + The Surgeon in command; +"Don't let them say he would have died + If we'd not been at hand!" + +"But, wait," he said, "till I with care + Have quite examined him!" +He probed him here, and probed him there, + And tested every limb. + +"It's but a nervous shock!" he said, + "Since he's so large and fat; +You can't take him, and so, instead, + You'd better take his hat!" + +[Illustration: A WOUNDED HERO] + +Ere dusk the King's troops had retreated, +By Tiger's Rebel band defeated; +They ran pell-mell and helter-skelter, +For any place to give them shelter. + +The Elephant, though he was wounded, +Ran faster than the big Baboon did; +The Owl to Camp flew like a bird +To tell the King what had occurred. + + + + +Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp + + +Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp + Were great indeed that night; +Each tent hung out a Chinese lamp + To celebrate the fight. + +They sang and shouted, o'er and o'er, + Until their throats were tired; +They let off fireworks by the score, + A "feu de joie" was fired. + +When Wolf, who's not a marksman good, + Shot holes in Bear's new hat, +Bear never even said, "You should + Apologise for that!" + +In short, they would, as like as not, + Have kept it up till day; +Had someone not found out they'd shot + Their powder all away. + +[Illustration: REJOICINGS IN THE REBEL CAMP] + + + + +Marching on the King's Capital. + + +Next morn, with victory elate, +"Why should we wait or hesitate? +We'll march at once, without delay, +Upon the Capital!" cried they. + +"That's _capital_!" a Monkey said, +(But he at once was sent to bed!) +But, all the same, it was agreed, +So General Tiger took the lead. + +With flying flags and drums rat-tan +The Rebels' onward march began. +Cried Tiger, "Leoville one mile!" +"That's nothing!" said the Crocodile. + +But Wolf, who kept a good look-out, +Saw Private Whiskers out on scout. +"Ha, ha," cried he, "I've caught a spy-- +That means promotion by and by!" + +[Illustration: MARCHING ON THE KING'S CAPITAL] + +"Great victory!" said Wolf, with pride, + And showed his prize with rapture; +"Well done, indeed," the Tiger cried, + "A most important capture!" + + + + +The Battle. + + +Soon with the Lion's gallant troops + The Rebels were engaged; +This way and that, 'midst wildest whoops + The tide of battle raged. + +The Elephant first sounded "Charge!" + And valiant deeds performed; +The Rebels saw his trunk so large, + And trembled when he stormed. + +At first, though, neither side gained much; + But when 'twas paw to paw, +The Owl, in his report, said, "Such + A fight I never saw!" + +Said Wolf, "No more at war I'll scoff, + I think I'd best begone!" +And when the foe's last gun _went off_ + The battle still _went on_. + +[Illustration: THE BATTLE] + + + + +The Cavalry Charge. + + +But, oh! the finest sight to see +Was Leo's Giraffe Cavalry; +As down the battle plain they tore, +The Rebels saw that all was o'er. + +As on the Monkey troopers swept, +The Bunnies to their holes all crept; +The foe who set triumphant out +Was first a rabble, then a rout! + +The Owl, in "Zooland," said, next day: +"Our troops like chaff swept them away; +Their praises let us loudly sing, +Who won the day for Leo, King!" + +[Illustration: THE CHARGE OF THE GIRAFFE CAVALRY] + +The leader, Tiger, soon was caught, +And into Camp a prisoner brought; +A warning to this very day, +To all who at Rebellion play. + + + + +The Court-Martial. + + +Field Marshal Leo then and there + A stern Court-Martial held; +The prisoner, with defiant air, + Explained why he rebelled. + +"Such conduct," said the President, + "Admits of no defence; +But since you ask it, I'll consent + To hear the evidence." + +'Twas heard--in "Zooland" of that week + You'll find the Owl's report; +The President then rose to speak, + The sentence of the Court. + +"On all counts guilty he appears-- + The prisoner's sentenced to +A lenient term--a hundred years + Confinement in the Zoo!" + +[Illustration: THE COURT-MARTIAL] + + + + +The Rebels Surrender. + + +The other Rebels, when they heard +Of what to Tiger had occurred, +Surrendered everyone next day, +And threw down arms without delay. + +The Bear said, "I don't want to keep +My blunderbuss--'twas much too cheap!" +The Leopard and the Crocodile +Threw theirs upon the growing pile. + +Of loyalty each took the oath, +While Jumbo and Lord Rhino, both +Promoted Colonels by the King, +Kept watch that each his gun did bring. + +And Colonel Jumbo winked his eye +To Colonel Rhino, standing by: +"We'd be Field Marshals soon, no fear, +If we'd Rebellions ev'ry year!" + +[Illustration: THE REBELS SURRENDER] + +This done, the prisoners were sent +Off to perpetual banishment; +Forbidden thenceforth, under pain +Of death, to e'er come back again! +Oh, sad indeed that Rebel band, +That bade farewell to dear Zooland. + + + + +One of the King's Heroes. + + +T'was soon remarked by not a few + That Hippo was not seen; +The rumour ran--alas! too true-- + That he had wounded been. + +Then messengers went out and found + The hero of the strife; +His wounds with bandages were bound + By his most loving wife. + +The King himself, when he was told, + In person--came to see; +"When well," said he, "oh, hero bold, +Sir Hippo you shall be!" + +With Surgeon's skill and wifely care + He soon recovered quite; +Now there's no soldier anywhere + Like Sir John Hippo, Knight. + +[Illustration: ONE OF THE KING'S HEROES] + + + + +The King's Return. + + +With clash of brass and drums that banged, +With flags that flew and bells that clanged, +They celebrated, as you see, +The King's return from victory. + + Rejoicings reigned on every hand, + The noise was great, the music grand; + They bought up all the butchers' shops, + Gave everyone free steaks and chops. + + Buns, nuts and cakes were given away, + The children had a holiday; + His people came from far and nigh + To see King Leo riding by. + + The cavalry were there, of course, + And everyone next day was hoarse; + For 'twas not often they could see + A King return from victory. + +[Illustration: RETURN OF THE KING TO HIS CAPITAL] + +Next day the King an order gave + That he would distribute +His medals to his soldiers brave, + Both cavalry and foot. + +The medals were the very best-- + Some putty and some tin; +The King unto each hero's breast + Affixed them with a pin. + + + + +Home Again. + + +Now ended is the strife and fray, + Dispersed the Rebel train; +There's joy in Jumbo Hall to-day, + For Daddy's home again. + +Watch Mamma Jumbo's beaming face + To see him safe and sound, +Of battle showing not a trace, + Although with glory crowned. + +'Tis good once more to see him curl + His big trunk with delight, +And toss in air his baby girl + Before she says good-night. + +While Tommy vows, when he is tall, + He'll fight with might and main; +Oh, all is joy at Jumbo Hall + Now Daddy's home again. + +[Illustration: HOME AGAIN] + +[Illustration: LONG LIVE KING LEO] + + + * * * * * + + + + +_By the same Author and Artist._ + + +THE ANIMALS' TRIP TO SEA. + +The most fascinating thing of the kind we ever saw. --The Guardian. + +Is brimful of fun from cover to cover. --The Queen. + +Is extremely funny and decidedly original. --St. James's Gazette. + +A hearty welcome to the nursery will be accorded to "The Animals' Trip +to Sea." --The New York Churchman. + +The cleverest thing we have seen for many moons in the shape of +a picture-book for children. --Boston Herald. + +Cannot fail to elicit shouts of laughter from the observing little ones. +--The Boston Beacon. + + +THE ANIMALS' PICNIC. + +It is a highly enjoyable book for children of all ages. --The Guardian. + +Absolutely brimming over with wit and humour. --The Baptist. + +The illustrations should bring a smile to the most sedate countenance. +--Liverpool Courier. + +This book deserves to be a favorite with holiday gift buyers. +--Chicago Record Herald. + +Is made up of humorous rhymes and quite as humorous pictures. --The +Dial (Chicago). + +The pictures are both colored and in black and white, and practical +experience enables us to state positively that they do in point of fact +immensely amuse young children. --The Outlook (New York). + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17104.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17104.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b3d0ff9edec1b3cd98fc2bbf8f788bd129f3fd6a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17104.txt @@ -0,0 +1,479 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Illustration: FRONT COVER] + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + The ROCKET Book + + by PETER NEWELL + + + + HARPER & BROTHERS + NEW YORK + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY HARPER & BROTHERS + -------------- + PATENTED JUNE 4, 1912 + -------------- + PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA + PUBLISHED OCTOBER, 1912 + + + + + + +THE ROCKET BOOK + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE BASEMENT + + + When Fritz, the Janitor's bad kid, + Went snooping in the basement, + He found a rocket snugly hid + Beneath the window casement. + + He struck a match with one fell swoop; + Then, on the concrete kneeling, + He lit the rocket and--she--oop! + It shot up through the ceiling. + + +[Illustration: THE BASEMENT] + + + + +FIRST FLAT + + + The Steiners on the floor above + Of breakfast were partaking; + Crash! came the rocket, unannounced, + And set them all a-quaking! + + It smote a catsup bottle, fair, + And bang! the thing exploded! + And now these people all declare + That catsup flask was loaded. + + +[Illustration: FIRST FLAT] + + + + +SECOND FLAT + + + Before the fire old Grandpa Hopp + Dozed in his arm-chair big, + When from a trunk the rocket burst + And carried off his wig! + + It passed so near his ancient head + He roused up with a start, + And, turning to his grandsons, said, + "You fellows think you're smart!" + + +[Illustration: SECOND FLAT] + + + + +THIRD FLAT + + + Algernon Bracket, somewhat rash, + Had blown a monster bubble, + When, oh! there came a blinding flash, + Precipitating trouble! + + But Algy turned in mild disgust, + And called to Mama Bracket, + "Say, did you hear that bubble bu'st? + It made an awful racket!" + + +[Illustration: THIRD FLAT] + + + + +FOURTH FLAT + + + Jo Budd, who'd bought a potted plant, + Was dousing it with water. + He fancied this would make it grow, + And Joseph loved to potter. + + Then through the pot the rocket shot + And made the scene look sickly! + "Well, now," said Jo, "I never thought + That plant would shoot so quickly!" + + +[Illustration: FOURTH FLAT] + + + + +FIFTH FLAT + + + Right here 'tis needful to remark + That Dick and "Little Son" + Were playing with a Noah's ark + And having loads of fun, + + When all at once that rocket, stout, + Up through the ark came blazing! + The animals were tossed about + And did some stunts amazing. + + +[Illustration: FIFTH FLAT] + + + + +SIXTH FLAT + + + A Burglar on the next floor up + The sideboard was exploring. + (The family, with the brindled pup, + Were still asleep and snoring.) + + Just then, up through the silverware + The rocket thundered, flaring! + The Burglar got a dreadful scare; + Then out the door went tearing. + + +[Illustration: SIXTH FLAT] + + + + +SEVENTH FLAT + + + Miss Mamie Briggs with no mean skill + Was playing "Casey's Fling" + To please her cousin, Amos Gill, + Who liked that sort of thing, + + When suddenly the rocket, hot, + The old piano jumbled! + It stopped that rag-time like a shot, + Then through the ceiling rumbled. + + +[Illustration: SEVENTH FLAT] + + + + +EIGHTH FLAT + + + Up through the next floor on its way + That rocket, dread, went tearing + Where Winkle stood in bath-robe, gay, + A tepid bath preparing. + + The tub it punctured like a shot + And made a mighty splashing. + The man was rooted to the spot; + Then out the door went dashing. + + +[Illustration: EIGHTH FLAT] + + + + +NINTH FLAT + + + Bob Brooks was puffing very hard + His football to inflate, + While round him stood his faithful guard, + And they could hardly wait. + + Then came the rocket, fierce and bright, + And through the football rumbled. + "You've got a pair of lungs, all right!" + His staring playmates grumbled. + + +[Illustration: NINTH FLAT] + + + + +TENTH FLAT + + + The family dog, with frenzied mien, + Was chasing Fluff, the mouser, + When, poof! the rocket flashed between, + And quite astonished Towzer. + + Now, if this dog had wit enough + The English tongue to torture, + He might have growled such silly stuff + As, "Whew! that cat's a scorcher!" + + +[Illustration: TENTH FLAT] + + + + +ELEVENTH FLAT + + + While Carrie Cook sat with a book + The phonograph played sweetly. + Then came the rocket and it smashed + That instrument completely. + + Fair Carrie promptly turned her head, + Attracted by the roar. + "Dear me, I never heard," she said, + "That record played before!" + + +[Illustration: ELEVENTH FLAT] + + + + +TWELFTH FLAT + + + De Vere was searching for a match + To light a cigarette, + But failed to find one with despatch, + Which threw him in a pet. + + Just then the rocket flared up bright + Before his face and crackled, + Supplying him the needed light-- + "Thanks, awfully," he cackled. + + +[Illustration: TWELFTH FLAT] + + + + +THIRTEENTH FLAT + + + Home from the shop came Maud's new hat-- + A hat of monstrous size! + It almost filled the tiny flat + Before her ravished eyes. + + When, sch-u-u! up through the box so proud + The rocket flared and spluttered. + "I said that hat was all too loud!" + Her peevish husband muttered. + + +[Illustration: THIRTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +FOURTEENTH FLAT + + + Tom's pap had helped him start his train, + And all would have been fine + Had not the rocket, raising Cain, + Blocked traffic on the line. + + It blew the engine into scrap, + As in a fit of passion. + "Who would have thought that toy," said pap, + "Would blow up in such fashion!" + + +[Illustration: FOURTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +FIFTEENTH FLAT + + + Orlando Pease, quite at his ease, + The "Morning Star" was reading. + "My dear," said he to Mrs. Pease, + "Here's a report worth heeding." + + The rocket then in wanton sport + Flashed through the printed pages. + The lady gasped, "A wild report!" + Then swooned by easy stages. + + +[Illustration: FIFTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +SIXTEENTH FLAT + + + Doc Danby was a stupid guy, + So, lest he sleep too late, + He placed a tattoo clock near by + To waken him at eight. + + But, ah! the rocket smote that clock + And smashed its way clean through it! + "You have a fine alarm," said Doc, + "But, say, you overdo it!" + + +[Illustration: SIXTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +SEVENTEENTH FLAT + + + A penny-liner, Abram Stout, + Was writing a description. + "The flame shot up," he pounded out-- + Then threw a mild conniption. + + For through his Flemington there shied + A rocket, hot and mystic. + "I didn't mean to be," he cried, + "So deuced realistic!" + + +[Illustration: SEVENTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +EIGHTEENTH FLAT + + + Gus Gummer long had set his head + Upon some strange invention. + "Be careful, Gus," his good wife said; + "It might explode. I mention--" + + Just then the pesky rocket flared + And wrecked that Yankee notion. + "I feared as much!" his wife declared; + Then fainted from emotion. + + +[Illustration: EIGHTEENTH FLAT] + + + + +NINETEENTH FLAT + + + While Burt was on his hobby-horse + And riding it like mad, + The rocket on its fiery course + Upset the startled lad. + + The frightened pony plunged a lot, + Like Fury playing tag. + "Whoa, Spot!" said Burt. "Who would have thought + You such a fiery nag!" + + +[Illustration: NINETEENTH FLAT] + + + + +TWENTIETH FLAT + + + A taxidermist plied his trade + Upon a walrus' head. + It really made him quite afraid + To meet its stare so dread. + + When suddenly the rocket, bright, + Flared up and then was off! + "Oh, Minnie," cried the man in fright, + "Just hear that walrus cough!" + + +[Illustration: TWENTIETH FLAT] + + + + +TOP FLAT + + + Oh, it was just a splendid flight-- + That rocket's wild career! + But to an end it came, all right, + As you shall straightway hear. + + It plunged into a can of cream + That Billy Bunk was freezing, + And froze quite stiff, as it would seem, + And so subsided, wheezing. + + +[Illustration: TOP FLAT] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17195.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17195.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..61f0e51c4c9530ce00fa5e6f8d0c8ee8042d0a2e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17195.txt @@ -0,0 +1,405 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell, S. R. Ellison, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/) + + + +A MESSAGE TO GARCIA + +Being a Preachment + +by + +Elbert Hubbard. + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Elbert Hubbard] + + + +[Illustration] + + + +Done into a Printed Book +by the Roycrofters at +Their Shop, Which Is in East +Aurora, Erie County, N.Y. +Copyright 1914 by Elbert Hubbard + + + + + +APOLOGIA + + + + +HORSE SENSE + +If you work for a man, in Heaven's name work for him. If he pays wages +that supply you your bread and butter, work for him, speak well of +him, think well of him, and stand by him, and stand by the institution +he represents. I think if I worked for a man, I would work for him. +I would not work for him a part of his time, but all of his time. I +would give an undivided service or none. If put to the pinch, an +ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. If you must vilify, +condemn, and eternally disparage, why, resign your position, and when +you are outside, damn to your heart's content. But, I pray you, so +long as you are a part of an institution, do not condemn it. Not that +you will injure the institution--not that--but when you disparage the +concern of which you are a part, you disparage yourself. And don't +forget--"I forgot" won't do in business. + +[Sidenote: _A trying day_] + +This literary trifle, "A Message to Garcia," was written one evening +after supper, in a single hour. It was on the Twenty-second of +February, Eighteen Hundred Ninety-nine, Washington's Birthday, and we +were just going to press with the March "Philistine." The thing +leaped hot from my heart, written after a trying day, when I had been +endeavoring to train some rather delinquent villagers to abjure the +comatose state and get radio-active. + +[Sidenote: The real hero of the war] + +The immediate suggestion, though, came from a little argument over the +teacups, when my boy Bert suggested that Rowan was the real hero of +the Cuban War. Rowan had gone alone and done the thing--carried the +message to Garcia. + +[Sidenote: The increasing demand] + +It came to me like a flash! Yes, the boy is right, the hero is the man +who does his work--who carries the message to Garcia. I got up from +the table, and wrote "A Message to Garcia." I thought so little of +it that we ran it in the Magazine without a heading. The edition +went out, and soon orders began to come for extra copies of the March +"Philistine," a dozen, fifty, a hundred; and when the American News +Company ordered a thousand, I asked one of my helpers which article it +was that had stirred up the cosmic dust. + +"It's the stuff about Garcia," he said. + +[Sidenote: George H. Daniels] + +The next day a telegram came from George H. Daniels, of the New York +Central Railroad, thus: "Give price on one hundred thousand Rowan +article in pamphlet form--Empire State Express advertisement on +back--also how soon can ship." + +I replied giving price, and stated we could supply the pamphlets in +two years. Our facilities were small and a hundred thousand booklets +looked like an awful undertaking. + +The result was that I gave Mr. Daniels permission to reprint the +article in his own way. He issued it in booklet form in editions of +half a million. Two or three of these half-million lots were sent out +by Mr. Daniels, and in addition the article was reprinted in over +two hundred magazines and newspapers. It has been translated into all +written languages. + +[Sidenote: Prince Hilakoff] + +At the time Mr. Daniels was distributing the "Message to Garcia," +Prince Hilakoff, Director of Russian Railways, was in this country. He +was the guest of the New York Central, and made a tour of the country +under the personal direction of Mr. Daniels. The Prince saw the little +book and was interested in it, more because Mr. Daniels was putting it +out in such big numbers, probably, than otherwise. + +[Sidenote: The Russian railroad-men] + +In any event, when he got home he had the matter translated into +Russian, and a copy of the booklet given to every railroad employee in +Russia. + +Other countries then took it up, and from Russia it passed into +Germany, France, Spain, Turkey, Hindustan and China. During the war +between Russia and Japan, every Russian soldier who went to the front +was given a copy of the "Message to Garcia." + +[Sidenote: The war in the East] + +The Japanese, finding the booklets in possession of the Russian +prisoners, concluded that it must be a good thing, and accordingly +translated it into Japanese. + +And on an order of the Mikado, a copy was given to every man in the +employ of the Japanese Government, soldier or civilian. Over forty +million copies of "A Message to Garcia" have been printed. + +[Sidenote: Its great circulation] + +This is said to be a larger circulation than any other literary +venture has ever attained during the lifetime of the author, in all +history--thanks to a series of lucky accidents!--E.H. + +[Illustration: ] + + + + + +A MESSAGE TO GARCIA + + + + + As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful + messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of + his masters.--_Proverbs xxv:_ 13 + + + + +In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon +of my memory like Mars at perihelion. + +[Sidenote: The President needed a man] + +When war broke out between Spain and the United States, it was very +necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. +Garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of Cuba--no one knew +where. No mail or telegraph message could reach him. The President +must secure his co-operation, and quickly. What to do! + +[Sidenote: And found one] + +Some one said to the President, "There is a fellow by the name of +Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can." + +[Sidenote: He delivered the message] + +Rowan was sent for and was given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. +How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in +an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by +night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the +jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, +having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter +to Garcia--are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail. +The point that I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to +be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where +is he at?" By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in +deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. +It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and +that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be +loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the +thing--"Carry a message to Garcia." + +[Sidenote: The Moral] + +General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias. + +No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many +hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the +imbecility of the average man--the inability or unwillingness to +concentrate on a thing and do it. + +[Sidenote: There are other Garcias] + +Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, and +half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook +or crook or threat he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or +mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel +of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You +are sitting now in your office--six clerks are within call. Summon any +one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a +brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio." + +Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task? + +On your life he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and +ask one or more of the following questions: + +[Sidenote: Which Encyclopedia?] + +Who was he? +Which encyclopedia? +Where is the encyclopedia? +Was I hired for that? +Don't you mean Bismarck? + +[Sidenote: What's the matter with Charlie doing it?] + +What's the matter with Charlie doing it? +Is he dead? +Is there any hurry? +Shall I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself? +What do you want to know for? + +_I wasn't hired for that anyway!_ + +And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the +questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want +it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him +try to find Garcia--and then come back and tell you there is no such +man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average +I will not. + +Now, if you are wise, you will not bother to explain to your +"assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C's, not in the K's, +but you will smile very sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it +up yourself. + +[Sidenote: _Dread of getting "the bounce"_] + +And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this +infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold +and lift--these are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the +future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when +the benefit of their effort is for all? A first mate with knotted club +seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night +holds many a worker to his place. + +Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply can +neither spell nor punctuate--and do not think it necessary to. + +Can such a one write a letter to Garcia? + +"You see that bookkeeper," said a foreman to me in a large factory. + +"Yes; what about him?" + +[Sidenote: _Who wants a man like this?_] + +"Well, he's a fine accountant, but if I'd send him up-town on an +errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other +hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main +Street would forget what he had been sent for." + +Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia? + +We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the +"downtrodden denizens of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer +searching for honest employment," and with it all often go many hard +words for the men in power. + +[Sidenote: _The weeding-out process_] + +Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a +vain attempt to get frowsy ne'er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and +his long, patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when +his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant +weeding-out process going on. The employer is continually sending away +"help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of +the business, and others are being taken on. + +[Sidenote: _This man says times are scarce_] + +No matter how good times are, this sorting continues: only if times +are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer--but out and +forever out the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the +fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best--those +who can carry a message to Garcia. + +I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to +manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to +any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane +suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress, +him. He can not give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a +message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, +"Take it yourself!" + +[Sidenote: _A spiritual cripple_] + +Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind +whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare +employ him, for he is a regular firebrand of discontent. He is +impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the +toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot. + +Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied +than a physical cripple; but in our pitying let us drop a tear, too, +for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose +working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast +turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, +slipshod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for +their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless. + +[Sidenote: _A word of sympathy for the man who succeeds_] + +[Sidenote: _Rags not necessarily a recommendation_] + +Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the +world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the +man who succeeds--the man who, against great odds, has directed the +efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it: +nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and +worked for day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, +and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no +excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; and all +employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor +men are virtuous. + +[Sidenote: _Good men are always needed_] + +[Sidenote: _Needed today and needed badly--A MAN_] + +My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is +away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given +a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any +idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into +the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets +"laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization +is one long, anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such +a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can +afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village--in +every office, shop, store and factory. + +The world cries out for such: he is needed, and needed badly--the man +who can carry + +A MESSAGE TO GARCIA. + +[Illustration: ] + + + + + To act in absolute freedom and at the same time know that + responsibility is the price of freedom is salvation. + + + + +HERE THEN ENDETH THE PREACHMENT, _A MESSAGE TO GARCIA_, AS +WRITTEN BY FRA ELBERTUS AND DONE INTO A BOOK BY THE ROYCROFTERS AT +THEIR SHOP, WHICH IS IN EAST AURORA, NEW YORK. + + + + +LIFE IN ABUNDANCE + +The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned or "good," but to +be Radiant. + +I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, sincerity, calm courage and +good-will. + +I wish to be simple, honest, natural, frank, clean in mind and clean +in body, unaffected--ready to say, "I do not know," if so it be, to +meet all men on an absolute equality--to face any obstacle and meet +every difficulty unafraid and unabashed. + +I wish others to live their lives, too, up to their highest, fullest +and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, dictate, +interfere, give advice that is not wanted, nor assist when my services +are not needed. If I can help people I'll do it by giving them a +chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be +by example, inference and suggestion, rather than by injunction and +dictation. That is to say, I desire to be Radiant--to Radiate Life. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17254.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17254.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18f262978208089f558faafc88e52c5d12a07090 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17254.txt @@ -0,0 +1,319 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. + + + + + +THE SLANT BOOK +By PETER NEWELL + + + + +This uphill work is slow, indeed, +But down the slant--ah! note the speed! + + + + +HARPER & BROTHERS +NEW YORK + + + + +Copyright 1910, by Harper & Brothers +Patented September 20, 1910 +Published November, 1910 +Printed in the United States of America + + + + +THE SLANT +BOOK + + + + +Where Bobby lives there is a hill-- +A hill so steep and high, +'Twould fill the bill for Jack and Jill +Their famous act to try + +Once Bobby's Go-cart broke away +And down this hill it kited. +The careless Nurse screamed in dismay +But Bobby was delighted + +He clapped his hands, in manner rude, +And laughed in high elation-- +While, close behind, the Nurse pursued +In hopeless consternation + +[Illustration] + +An Officer slid off the lid +As Bobby hove in sight, +And bellowed out, "You're scorchin', kid-- +I'll run you in all right!" + +But down the Go-cart swiftly sped +And smashed that Cop completely, +And as he sailed o'er Bobby's head +Bob snipped a button neatly! + +[Illustration] + +A funny Son of sunny Greece +Was standing near the curb, +Beside his push-cart, wrapped in peace, +That naught could well disturb + +But all at once he got a shock-- +The Go-cart speeding down, +Collided with his fancy stock +And littered up the town! + +[Illustration] + +The runaway then swerved a bit +And snapped a Hydrant, short; +Which accident proved quite a hit +Of rather novel sort + +The Water spouted in a jet +As much as ten feet high, +And all were soaked and nearly choked +Who chanced to be nearby! + +[Illustration] + +A farmer's wife, Miss' Angy Moore, +Was trudging up the grade. +A basketful of eggs she bore +To barter with in trade + +The Go-cart and the Lady met +(Informally, no doubt) +And made a sort of omelette +And spread it round about! + +[Illustration] + +A Painter on a ladder perched, +Was working at his calling-- +Against its foot the Go-cart lurched +And sent the fellow sprawling + +His pot of paint came tumbling down +And wrong side up, it settled +About a Chappie's flaxen crown-- +Oh, my! but he was nettled! + +[Illustration] + +A German Band across the street +Its way was slowly wending, +Which was a movement indiscreet, +The way that things were tending + +The Go-cart struck the bass drum square, +And passed completely through it. +The Drummer madly tore his hair +And said, "Vy did you do it?" + +[Illustration] + +Some Workingmen were putting in +A heavy plate-glass front. +The Go-cart then came rushing in +And did its little stunt + +It smashed to bits a crystal pane +Two sweating men were bearing, +And sped on down the slanting plane +And left them mad and swearing! + +[Illustration] + +An automobile big and brown +Was chugging up the hill, +And met the Go-cart plunging down +With speed that boded ill + +At once there rose a noise and din +Of people in dismay. +A Sandwich-man then butted in +And opened up a way! + +[Illustration] + +A Lad was rushing with a Hat +Some Lady had been buying-- +The Go-cart caught--and laid him flat, +And sent the hat-box flying + +The Hat fell out and settled down +Upon our Bobby's head. +"Say, I'm the swellest kid in town!" +The precious rascal said + +[Illustration] + +A Newsboy next was somehow hit-- +The Go-cart, swift and dextrous, +Contrived to muss him up a bit +And fill the air with extras + +One copy Bobby neatly scooped, +And saw this wild display, +In type so bold it fairly whooped: +"A GO-CART BREAKS AWAY!" + +[Illustration] + +Then as the Go-cart speeded by, +A Bulldog, quite pugnacious, +Seized on the handle on the fly +And clung with grip tenacious + +The Go-cart's speed was so increased +The Dog streamed out behind it, +And Bobby turned to pet the beast +Which didn't seem to mind it! + +[Illustration] + +Perambulating down the street +Was Miss Lucile O'Grady-- +The Go-cart knocked her off her feet +And took on board the Lady + +"Your fare!" said Bobby, with a shout, +One chubby hand extending. +But Miss O'Grady tumbled out +With shrieks the heavens rending + +[Illustration] + +A Herder up the weary grade +A yearling Calf was leading. +The creature was a stubborn jade +And lunged about, unheeding + +The Go-cart caught the rope midway +Between the Calf and Herder, +And both fell in behind the shay +With cries of "Ba-a!" and "Murder!" + +[Illustration] + +Two Chappies at a tennis meet +Were battling fast and hard-- +The Go-cart skidded off the street +And shot across the yard + +The game was "forty all," but then +It didn't end that day-- +The Go-cart dashed into the net +And carried it away! + +[Illustration] + +On came the Go-cart down the grade +(The town was now behind it) +And ran into an orchard's shade +Where Providence resigned it! + +But then it only grazed a tree +And set it all a-shiver; +The ripened fruit fell merrily +And likewise Sammy Sliver! + +[Illustration] + +Then through a Watermelon patch +This awful cart descended, +And split the melons by the batch-- +The Farmer was offended + +And tried to stop its wild career, +Which was a silly notion-- +It passed him promptly to the rear +With quite a rapid motion! + +[Illustration] + +A Picnic Party on the green +Were seated at their lunch-- +The Go-cart dashed upon the scene +And through the happy bunch! + +Sardines and pickles, ham and cake, +Were jumbled in a mess, +Then straightway rose these Picnickers +And shouted for redress! + +[Illustration] + +An Artist sketching on the slope +A lively air was humming, +And so absorbed was he, he failed +To note the Go-cart coming + +A crash! The circumambient air +Was filled with miscellany, +And damaged quite beyond repair +Was Cremnitz White Mulvaney! + +[Illustration] + +A Damsel milked a brindled Cow +Out in a pasture green, +The Birdies sang from bush and bough-- +All Nature was serene + +When suddenly a thunderbolt +Dispelled the sweet illusion-- +The Go-cart gave the twain a jolt, +And all was wild confusion! + +[Illustration] + +Upon a rustic bridge a Chap +Cast out a bait inviting, +And presently he took a nap +And dreamed the fish were biting + +Then came the Go-cart like a gale +And rudely him awakened-- +At first he thought he'd caught a whale, +But found he was mistaken! + +[Illustration] + +The longest night must have an end +As well as a beginning; +And so this Cart, you may depend, +Was bound to cease its spinning + +It crashed into a hemlock Stump +That chanced to block its way, +And Bobby made a flying jump +And landed in the hay! + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17374.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17374.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f209a3a93f49bc4160a6d4cdfdeb69004b6c7c19 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17374.txt @@ -0,0 +1,338 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Curtis Weyant, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by Cornell University Digital Collections) + + + + + + + + + + + Bank of the + Manhattan + Company + + + ORIGIN + HISTORY + PROGRESS + + + + 40 Wall Street + New York + + + [Illustration: PRESENT OFFICE OF THE MANHATTAN COMPANY + 40-42 WALL STREET + Building erected jointly in 1884 by the Manhattan Company and the + Merchants' National Bank] + + + + + + BANK + OF THE + MANHATTAN COMPANY + + + CHARTERED 1799 + + + A PROGRESSIVE COMMERCIAL BANK + + + + + + [Illustration: CHIEF OF THE MANHATTANS] + + + + 40 WALL STREET + NEW YORK + + +[Illustration: Common Seal] + +On May 8th, 1799, the Committee of By-Laws reported "that they had +devised a common seal for the Corporation, the description of which is +as follows: + +"Oceanus, one of the sea Gods, sitting in a reclining posture on a +rising ground pouring water from an urn which forms a river and +terminates in a lake. On the exergue will be inscribed 'Seal of the +Manhattan Company.'" + + +There are nine banks now in existence whose history reaches back into +the Eighteenth Century. Of these, two are in Massachusetts, two in +Connecticut, one in Pennsylvania, one in Delaware, one in Maryland and +two in New York. + +Corporate banking in New York began with the organization of the Bank of +New York by Alexander Hamilton in 1784, which received its charter in +1792. For fifteen years this bank, together with the New York branch of +the first Bank of the United States, were the only banks doing business +in either the City or State of New York. With Hamilton and the Federals +in control of the Legislature, new bank charters were unobtainable. This +monopoly of banking facilities in the City and State was of great +strategic value to the political party in control, and naturally aroused +jealousy and resentment among the members of the opposition, whose +leader was Aaron Burr. + +[Illustration: EXCERPT FROM CHARTER] + +In 1798 New York City suffered from a severe yellow fever epidemic, +which was attributed to an inadequate and inferior water supply. Upon +the assembling of the Legislature in 1799, an association of +individuals, among whom Aaron Burr was the moving spirit, applied for a +charter for the purpose of "supplying the City of New York with pure and +wholesome water." With a capital of $2,000,000, the project was an +ambitious one for those days, and, as there was considerable uncertainty +about the probable cost of the water system, a clause was inserted in +the charter, permitting the Company to employ all surplus capital in the +purchase of public or other stock or in any other monied transactions or +operations, not inconsistent with the constitution and laws of New York +or of the United States. + +A great effort was made to defeat the charter on account of this clause +granting the Company banking privileges. But the necessity for a proper +water system, which could be procured only by the organization of a +responsible company with large capital, carried it through the +Legislature and it received the Governor's signature. + +[Illustration: FORM OF EARLY STOCK CERTIFICATE] + +The Bill was passed April 2d, 1799, and by April 22d books were opened +for public subscription to the $2,000,000 Capital Stock of the Manhattan +Company, the par value of which was $50. These original books are still +in the possession of the Company, and contain the signatures of many of +the prominent men of the time. By May 15th the entire amount had been +subscribed by several thousand persons--the City of New York having +taken 2,000 of the shares. The Charter provided that the Recorder of the +city should be _ex-officio_ a director of the Company, a provision which +was in effect for 108 years, until the abolition of the office in 1907. + +[Illustration: SUBSCRIPTIONS OF DIRECTORS +Reproduced from original subscription book] + +[Illustration: OATH OF FIRST PRESIDENT] + + + + +THE WATER SYSTEM + +At the first meeting of the Directors, held at the house of Edward +Barden, Innkeeper, on April 11th, 1799, the following Directors were +present: + +DANIEL LUDLOW, +JOHN WATTS, +JOHN B. CHURCH, +BROCKHOLST LIVINGSTON, +WILLIAM LAIGHT, +PASCAL N. SMITH, +SAMUEL OSGOOD, +JOHN STEVENS, +JOHN B. COLES, +JOHN BROOME, +AARON BURR, and +RICHARD HARRISON, +Recorder of the City of New York, +Ex. Officio, + +the only absentee being William Edgar. + +Daniel Ludlow was chosen President, and the following minute was made: + + The principal object of this incorporation being to obtain a + supply of pure and wholesome water for the City of New York. + + RESOLVED that Samuel Osgood, John B. Coles and John + Stevens be a committee to report with all convenient speed + the best means to be pursued to obtain such supply. + +[Illustration: OLD WOODEN WATER MAINS] + +On May 6th, 1799, the water committee was empowered "to contract for as +many pine logs as they may think necessary for pipes and also for boring +the same." + +[Illustration: Contemporary Cartoon] + +A number of wells were sunk, reservoirs and tanks built, and the +distributing system extended generally through the city south of City +Hall. + +About 1836 the system was extended north along Broadway as far as +Bleecker Street, and at that time the company had about twenty-five +miles of mains and supplied 2,000 houses. + +[Illustration: MANHATTAN COMPANY RESERVOIR ON CHAMBERS STREET] + +While the water was said to be "wholesome," its quality did not give +entire satisfaction, as may be seen from the muddiness of the water in +the glass held by "Pure Manhattan" in the contemporary cartoon +reproduced on the opposite page. + +Over one of the earliest wells, at the corner of Reade and Center +Streets, a tank of iron plates was erected. This tank is now inclosed in +an old-fashioned building which is still owned by the Manhattan Company. + +The Company continued to operate its water service until about the time +the Croton system was completed in 1842. + +[Illustration: OLD WATER GATE DUG UP IN PARK ROW IN 1900] + + + + +FOUNDING AND EARLY HISTORY OF THE BANK + +On April 17, 1799, a committee of the Directors was appointed + + "to consider the most proper means of employing the capital + of the Company." + +The committee reported on June 3, 1799, in favor of opening an office of +discount and deposit, and a house was bought on the site of the present +No. 40 Wall Street, in which, on September 1, 1799, the "Bank" of the +Manhattan Company began business. + +The following is one of the earliest advertisements, reproduced from the +Mercantile Advertiser, October 9, 1799: + + MANHATTAN COMPANY. + + The Office of Discount and Deposit will open for the + transaction of business, for the present, at 10 o'clock in + the forenoon, and continue open until 3 o'clock in the + afternoon, when the business of the day will be closed. + + HENRY REMSEN, Cashier. + + September 24. + +[Illustration: WALL STREET IN 1803 +Present No. 40 Wall Street] + +The first action of the Directors after the opening of the Bank was: + + RESOLVED, That this Board will hereafter meet twice + a week, to wit, on Mondays and Thursdays of each week, at 11 + o'clock. + +The policy of semi-weekly meetings still prevails in the Manhattan +Company, and its Board of twelve Directors keeps in close touch with all +its affairs. + +[Illustration: MANHATTAN COMPANY CURRENCY] + +Two months after the Bank was opened the Directors + + RESOLVED, That a committee be appointed to visit + the vaults and examine the cash and look over the effects of + the Manhattan Company deposited therein. + +Thus, at the outset, the Manhattan Company required its Directors +periodically to examine its cash and securities, a safeguard which, 106 +years later, the State of New York made compulsory for all State banking +institutions. + +The Bank of the Manhattan Company was profitable from the start and +commenced paying dividends in July 1800. The total dividends to and +including January, 1913, have aggregated $19,726,000. + +[Illustration: FRACTIONAL CURRENCY USED IN UTICA] + +Although the main office of the Bank has always been at the present No. +40 Wall Street, in the autumn of 1805 all the banks moved temporarily to +the Village of Greenwich to escape the usual autumn fever epidemic. The +Directors then determined to provide a country office for use during the +"sickly season." Many persons offered sites; among them "Mr. Astor +proposed verbally to cede eight lots of ground near Greenwich, being +part of his purchase from Gov. Clinton." Finally land was acquired +between the "Bowery Road" and the East River. From 1809 to 1819 +branches of the Bank were maintained in Utica and Poughkeepsie. + +In 1805 negotiations were consummated for a "union of the capitals and +interests" of the New York State Bank of Albany and the Manhattan +Company. A bill authorizing the consolidation was offered in the +Legislature, but it failed to pass, and the plan was abandoned. + +In 1808 the Legislature, in enacting certain amendments to the Charter +of the Manhattan Company, reserved for the State the right to take 1,000 +shares of its capital stock. This right was exercised and the capital +stock was increased for the purpose from $2,000,000 to $2,050,000. Both +the State and the City of New York are still stockholders, this being +the only bank stock which the State holds. + +In 1833, as shown in the cartoon reproduced on the following page, the +Manhattan Company was one of the banks to receive the Government +deposits when they were withdrawn from the second United States Bank by +President Jackson. + +[Illustration: Published and for sale wholesale and retail by A Imbert +at his Caricature Store No 106 Broadway] + + + + +PRESENT ORGANIZATION AND POLICY OF THE BANK + +In 1853 the Manhattan Company became one of the original members of the +New York Clearing House Association, and stands, in order of seniority, +No. 2 on its roll. + +From 1853 down to 1880, the Manhattan Company's deposits averaged +between $3,000,000 and $5,000,000. The deposits doubled during the +eighties, again during the nineties, and again in the decade ending +1910. This growth has been made along healthy and normal lines, and not +by absorbing or consolidating with other banking institutions. The fact +that the Manhattan Company is an entirely independent institution has +doubtless assisted its growth in recent years. + +The steady increase in both the deposits and the surplus of the +Manhattan Company is evidence of its vitality, its sound banking +traditions and its ability to keep its methods so modernized as to give +efficient service to its widening circle of clients. To meet both its +own needs and those of its commercial and banking patrons, well +organized credit and foreign exchange departments are maintained. + +[Illustration: Building of the Manhattan Company +WALL STREET IN 1860] + +The Manhattan Company, acting as the reserve agent of many State banks +and trust companies throughout the country, has a substantial volume of +bank deposits. But it was originally established as an "Office of +Discount and Deposit," and is today primarily a commercial bank, seeking +the active accounts of merchants and manufacturers and extending them +accommodation in keeping with their credit and standing, for which the +diversified character of its deposits has always provided ample funds. + + +IRVING PRESS +119 and 121 East Thirty-first Street +New York + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Bank of the Manhattan Company, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17387.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17387.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..30ce6c2827a0849a9f18e876d861cb7303d7d8d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17387.txt @@ -0,0 +1,269 @@ + + + +This eBook was produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Kentuckiana Digital Library). + + + + + + + + + + Mr. Bamboo + _and the_ + Honorable Little God + + + A Christmas Story + + + + + _Fannie C. Macaulay_ + _Author of "The Lady of The Decoration"_ + + + + + _By Courtesy of_ + _The Century Publishing Company_ + _to_ + _Louisville Kindergarten Alumnae Club_ + + + + + + +MR. BAMBOO AND THE HONORABLE LITTLE GOD + + +During sundry long and lonely evenings in a Japanese mission school, +a young native teacher sought to while away the hours for a homesick +exile. She was girlish and fair, with the soft voice and gentle, +indescribable charm characteristic of the women of her race. Her tales +were of the kindergarten, happenings in her life and the lives of +others, and I have sought to set them down as she told them to me in +her quaint, broken English. But they miss the earnest eyes and dramatic +gestures of the little story-teller as she sat in the glow of the +hibachi fire, with a background of paper doors, with shadow pictures +of pine-trees and bamboo etched by the moonlight, the far-off song of +a nightingale, and the air sweet with incense from nearby shrines. + +He wear name of Tãke Nishimura, which in English say' Mr. Bamboo of the +West Village. He most funny little boy in my kindergarten class. But he +have such sweet heart. It all time speaking out nice thoughtfuls through +his big round eyes, which no seem like Japanese eyes of long and narrow. + +His so much slim of body make him look like baby. But his mama say' he +been here four years. She nice lady and loving mother. One more thing +why that child's most funny small enfant. He have papa who is great +general of war, with big spirit. Tãke Chan fixed idea in his head he's +just same kind big warrior man. He use same walk and the same command +of speak. + +This time I relate you about was most Christmas-time. I tell story to +children of long time ago, when big star say to all worlds Christ baby +lay in manger, and I say soon we celebrate joyful day in kindergarten. +That little Tãke Chan never hear 'bout it before, and he get look in +his face same as John boy in picture what always have crooked stick +in his hand, and he speak this word: "A new God? Will He be our guest +on feast-day?" + +We learn song 'bout star and cradle and 'gain he speak his thought. +He say: "What is cradle, Sensei? I know 'bout star. Every night at my +honorable home I open shoji to see old priest strike bell and make him +sing. Then I see big star hang out light over topmost of mountain." One +more time he say, like thinking to himself: "Cradle. Maybe him shrine +for new God of foreign country." + +I know English for long time, but Japanese childs never know cradle. +It have not come to this land. + +Christmas-story was telled many times, for children like to hear about +it. When I say this time, on that day we get pine-tree and dress him +up with many gifts, Tãke Chan clap his hands and say: "Banzai! We make +offering of tree to new God." + +Sometimes many troubles press my mind how I make childs know much +difference of real God, which he never see, and those wooden-stones we +see all time with burning of lights before them and leaves of bamboo +and pine. + +We work very hard all days before morning of Christmas-tree, but not one +child in whole class could make things such fast as Tãke Chan. His hands +so small they look 'most like bird-foots hopping round quick in flower +garden when he construct ornaments of bright color. Sometimes he have +look of tired in his face, and bad coughs take his throat. For which, +if I did not know 'bout Christmas-story and all other many things like +that, I would have a thought that fox spirit was industrious to enter +his body. + +Then I mention, "Go play in garden", for I know well how he have like +of play in lovely garden of his home, where, with body of bare, he race +big dragon-flies what paint the summer air all gold and blue. But Tãke +Chan makes the laughs for me when looks so firmly and say: "No. I have +the busy to make ready for honorable guest coming on feast-day of +Christman." All times he not singing he talk 'bout what big welcome we +give to new God. + +Ah, that little boy! I can no' make him have the right understand'; +but he walk right into my heart, and give me the joyful of love and +much sad. + +No, I never forget that Christmas day. It makes of my mind a canvas and +paints pictures on it what will never wash away nor burn. + +In morning, sun 'most so slow climbing over mountain as snail creeping +up Fuji. He get big surprise when his eye come into kindergarten window +and find me very busy for a long time. + +All teachers have many works, and very soon they turn their playroom +into lovely feast-place. Paper flowers and ornaments which childrens +build with hands, and red berries they bring from forest, have +expression same as growing from walls and windows. Same thought as all +teachers to give the happy to glad Christmas-day. Many Japanese childs +is just getting news of this birthday. + +Quick we put piano where it can sing best, chairs all in circle. Big +spot in middle for tree, which comes at very last from that other room. + +While I work postman bring long box from foreign country, which one +teacher open. It had gift for kindergarten. It was such beautiful thing. +Many childrens never see same as this before. All teachers give quick +decide to make secret of present, and put on Christmas-tree as big +surprise. + +In very middle of most happy time by opening box, idea arrive in my +mind. Wonder if those coughs permission Tãke Chan to come kindergarten +that day? One desire knock very loud at my heart for that little Bamboo +boy to know rightly 'bout Christ-child. I know for surely. Once I go to +foreign country, and my life have experience of seventeen. But Japanese +child of now must see God and everything. + +Then glad thought come. If Tãke Chan do not make absence this day, his +own eye will tell him trulier than stiff speech of tongue that cradle is +not shrine, and Christ child not blazon image of wooden stone, but great +spirit of invisible which have much love for childrens. I learn those +words out of book, but meaning come out my own heart, which I have the +difficult to give childs. + +Beginning time for morning march grow very near. Him not come, and the +anxious so restless my body I run to big gate and view round and up. + +Narrow street which walk by kindergarten house most lovely picture than +all other countries of universe. It have many trimmings of flags and +banners for greeting soon coming of New-Year. Even old plum-trees have +happy to break pink flowers out full, and lay on gray roof to look at +bright sun. The big love of my heart for this Japanese country make me +so delightful I have little forget 'bout late of Tãke Chan till I hear +spank of many feet on hard earth. I look, and see one of those pictures +which never melt off my mind. That sound of feet belong' to soldiers +company, and so quick they stop in long line and hold all hands to hat +for salute, I think maybe Oyama San coming. I give piercing look, and my +eyes see marching straight by those big mens a speck of blue all trimmed +with gold braid. It was Tãke Chan. Same war clothes as his papa, even +same number stripes on his sleeve, and twelve inch' of sword on his +side, which make song on heel of shoe when they walk. Father's two +soldiers servants walk close behind Tãke Chan, and in smiles. Everybody +know that little boy, and everybody love his earnest. I have several +feelings when he walk up to me and say: "New guest have he come? I make +ready to welcome with new clothes." + +Ah, me! I have the yearn to convey the right understand'; but he look so +glad to give the welcome, and his war clothes so grand, the feeble fell +on my heart. I not give correction. + +One servant say: "Last night Tãke Chan very sick with evil spirit cough. +Mama say rest at home, but he say this great feast-day for new God. +He must for certain come and offer pine-tree and have song and march." +I hurry away with Tãke Chan, and take seat on circle of kindergarten room. +A feel of anxious press' hard. First we have grand parade, and that +little soldier boy in blue in front of all children have atmosphere same +he was marching before emperor. My keen of eye see all time he have +fight with swallow in his throat. After march come song 'bout cradle and +star, but big cough catch Tãke Chan in middle, and when the strangle had +left and tears of hot had wipe way, he heard childrens saying amen to +prayer. His red lip have little shake, for he have great pride to say +that prayer faster than any childs. He have hospitable of soul, too. +But Tãke Chan son of great general of war, and he never cry, even though +much disappoint' come to his mind. I was hunting speech to give him the +comfort of heart when children give sound with mouth like storm breeze +hurrying through leaves. I look. Where door of other room always lived +was most beautiful Christmas-tree of any world, all light with flaming +candles and gold and silver balls. On very tip-most top the lovely big +surprise from foreign country. It wore dress of spangly stars and white. +Big brown eyes and hair like rice-straw when sun shines through it. +It held out welcome arms. Every move of tree give sway to body. I know +trulier, but surely, it have look of real life. Teacher rolled tree +to middle of room in bare spot, which made glad to have it. Children +laughed and clapped hands happy of that day, and call' many funny +sayings. I forget the anxious in my happy of that day, and turn with +glad eye on Tãke Chan. Bamboo boy. Never I see such wonderful thing +as the glory. First he see only it, and give low tight whisper, "The +Offering." His eye fly to tip of top. He lean' way over like his body +break with eager. Joyful speech come with long sigh, "Ah--the guest +he is come!" For one minute room very still, and just same as fairy +give him enchantment Tãke Chan rose from floor till he come right under +tree. Other childrens make such merries. They have thought it play. +But all sounds and peoples passes away from my vision. Nothing left +but picture of one small blue soldier looking up through blazon flames +of Christmas-tree to shining thing above. His cheeks so full of red with +fighting cough, eyes so bright with wet of tears, he fold his hands +for prayer, and soft like pigeon talking with mate he speak: "O most +Honorable Little God! How splendid! You are real; come live with me. In +my garden I am a soldier; I'll show you the dragon-flies and the river. +Please will you come?" My heart have pause of beat. I think fever give +Tãke Chan's mind delirious. Quick I uncement my feet from floor to go to +him. "Tahke Chan," I say with lovely voice, "that is not a God nor even +image. Listen: it's only a big foreign doll which postman bring this +morning as great surprise from America. Teacher put it up high so all +childs could see it. Look what kindergarten give you--most beautiful +kite, like dragon-fly you love more better. Come rest in your chair. +We sing." + +Ah, that little play soldier! Door of his ear all shut to my every speak +of love. He just stand with eyes uplift' and plead: "Please come play +with me. I know your song 'bout cradle and star. And I can march. See." +But his body rock from each side to other. Then I press my arms round +and whisper with much tender: "I bring doll home with you." He look 'way +up high on Christmas-tree, then he leave his conscious in kindergarten +room. + +Me and two soldier servants convey Tãke Chan and foreign doll to his +home. I stay in honorable house with them. One day go by, and 'nother +night come. Sick boy's mama have look of ivory lady as she rest her +tired, and maid girl make tea. I watch by side of bed on floor. Big ache +in heart clutch' me when I look round room and see blue soldier's suit +hang' near. It have look of empty and lonely, dragon-fly kite in corner +have broken wing. But when I bring gaze back Tãke Chan, loveliest sight +of all visit me. That little child reach out and find hand of foreign +doll. He hold very tight, and give it look of love. Such heaven light +come on his face! I suspend my breath and listen to his low speech which +come in broken pieces: "You are my Tomidachi. Do not go; I soon be well +I come play in your garden. Dragon-flies--cradle--star--Ah, Little +God--you grow so big!" + +Something made me open shoji quick. Old priest make bell sing. Lovely +star hangs its light over mountain. All things have great stillness. Not +even leaf tremble in white moonlight. Strange feel hold me. Then I know +Tãke Chan have gone to play in Christ-child's garden. + +Ah, me! Tears of my heart are many for that little Bamboo. But I have +the joyful too; Now he have the right understand'. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17764.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17764.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dc9e6242ce907d8fb11b7873a06e1761e98fa937 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17764.txt @@ -0,0 +1,275 @@ + + + + + +[Transcribers note: This project has some lovely illustrations that are +best enjoyed by viewing the HTML edition.] + +King Winter + +Published by +Gustav W. Seitz +Hamburg. + +ENTP at Stationer's Hall + +[Illustration] + +The sky is dull and grey, +Piercing and chill the blast, +Each step resounds on the frosty ground, +Winter is come at last. + + * * * * * + +Mamma sits by the fire +Her little ones round her knees. +"How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry, +"Tell us something, if you please." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Tell us about King Winter, +And about Jack Frost, his man; +We'll not be noisy or naughty at all, +But as good as ever we can." + + * * * * * + +"Well then;" says mamma, "you, Jenny, +May knit and listen, my dear; +And Johnny may split up wood, to make +The fire burn bright and clear." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +King Winter dwells in the North; +Far away in the Frozen Zone, +In a palace of snow he holds his court, +And sits on an icy throne. + + * * * * * + +He has cushions of course: his Queen +Made them out of her wedding gown. +Stuffing them well with snowflakes fine, +And soft as eiderdown. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The King has a trusty servant, +Jack Frost is his name; his nose +Is raspberry red, his beard is white, +And stiff as a crutch it grows. + + * * * * * + +Old Jack is a sturdy good fellow, +And serves their Majesties well; +He's here and he's there, and he's everywhere, +And does more than I can tell. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Each year, as the day comes round, +The king and his royal train +Set off on a tour through the wide wide world, +And sweep over mountain and plain. + + * * * * * + +His Majesty fails not to visit +Every clime that's not too hot, +To look in upon both high and low, +From the palace down to the cot. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Jack Frost has a busy time then, +But he's helped and advised by the Queen, +That all may be right when the King goes forth, +And everything fit to be seen. + + * * * * * + +That the King may have pleasant travel, +And no stone hurt his royal toe, +Her Majesty spreads all over the earth, +A carpet of downy snow. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Fine mirrors the King delights in: +None are finer than Jack can make: +And in matchless sheets of crystal clear +He lays them on river and lake. + + * * * * * + +The trees, all naked and drear, +He robes in the purest white, +And with icicles shining with rainbow hues, +He makes their branches bright. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +And for want of buds and blossoms +To strew in his Majesty's way, +With magic flowers of his own device +He makes the windows gay. + + * * * * * + +These wonders wrought in a single night +May well excite surprise; +Amazed is the sun when he gets up at dawn, +And he stares with all his eyes. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Then out come all the boys and girls, +Jack's handiwork to view, +And their noses and cheeks turn red with cold, +Some of them even turn blue. + + * * * * * + +They pelt each other with snow, +Roll it up in a mighty ball, +And shout and laugh and scamper about, +And heels over head they fall. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +They make a huge man of snow, +As grand as a Russian Czar, +A wooden sword in his hand, in his mouth, +A carrot to serve for cigar. + + * * * * * + +His eyes, his hair, and his beard, +They paint as black as my shoe +With burnt stick, but they spoil his nose, +For they stick it rather askew. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Then what do you think? For a cockshot +They take him; they pelt him and hit; +They knock of the snowman's ears and nose, +But he does not mind it a bit. + + * * * * * + +Hurrah! for the good thick ice. +Oh! isn't it jolly? They slide, +They skate, and in sleighs so fine they go, +And swift as the wind they glide. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +King Winter laughs at the sport, +Cries "Bravo!" and claps his hands, +And calling in haste for his man, Jack Frost, +He gives him these commands: + + * * * * * + +"Go see the papas and mammas, +And bring me word what they say: +Have the children been good and well behaved, +Since last I came this way?" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The King trims Christmas trees, +To give to good girls and boys, +With tapers and trinkets of silver and gold, +And all sorts of dainties and toys. + + * * * * * + +The Queen cuts twigs of birch, +Of birch so supple and keen, +And daintily ties them up into rods +The finest that ever were seen. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Soon with this word to the King +Jack Frost comes back at a trot: +"Good have most of the children been, +But some of them have not." + + * * * * * + +The King gives him the pretty trees, +The Queen the rods so smart, +And away goes Jack again with his load, +Till every house has its part. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Cakes, mince-pies nuts and apples, +Good children get from the King. +You can guess what the naughty get, +The rods are the only thing. + + * * * * * + +"Oh dear mamma," cries Jenny, +"Johnny's been good, and so have I! +Pray tell Jack Frost we don't want the rod, +Oh! do ask him to put it by." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Mamma smiles on her darlings, +They run to her, kiss her, and say: +"How long do you think will it be, Mamma, +Ere King Winter goes away?" + + * * * * * + +"He will lay upon Baby's cradle +The snowdrops that early come forth; +And then, my dears, he will bid us good bye +And go back to his home in the North." + +[Illustration] + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17825.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17825.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..387f9313c5f620893282907b32166b3ee87477a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg17825.txt @@ -0,0 +1,337 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by David Garcia, Sjaani, and the Project Gutenberg Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/) from page images +generously made available by Kentuckiana Digital Library +(http://kdl.kyvl.org/) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 17825-h.htm or 17825-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/8/2/17825/17825-h/17825-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/8/2/17825/17825-h.zip) + + Images of the original pages are available through the Electronic + Text Collection of Kentuckiana Digital Library. See + http://kdl.kyvl.org/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=kyetexts;cc=kyetexts;xc=1&idno=B92-277-32008329&view=toc + + + + + +THE LEGEND OF THE BLEEDING-HEART + +by + +ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON + +Author of "The Little Colonel Series," "Big +Brother," "Joel: A Boy of Galilee," +"Keeping Tryst," etc. + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Olga, holding it in the hollow of +her hands, offered him the water.] + + + + +Boston +L. C. Page & Company +1907 +Copyright, 1900 +By L. C. Page & Company +(Incorporated) +Copyright, 1907 +By L. C. Page & Company +(Incorporated) +All rights reserved +First Impression, July, 1907 +Colonial Press +Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co. +Boston, U. S. A. + + + + +IN MEMORY +OF THE ONES THAT GREW +SO LONG AGO, +IN OLD "Aunt Nancy's" GARDEN. + + + + +The Legend of the Bleeding-heart + + + + +In days of old, when all things in the Wood had speech, there lived +within its depths a lone Flax-spinner. She was a bent old creature, and +ill to look upon, but all the tongues of all the forest leaves were ever +kept a-wagging with the story of her kindly deeds. And even to this day +they sometimes whisper low among themselves (because they fain would +hold in mind so sweet a tale) the story of her kindness to the little +orphan, Olga. + +'Twas no slight task the old Flax-spinner took upon herself, the day she +brought the helpless child to share the shelter of her thatch. The Oak +outside her door held up his arms in solemn protest. + +"Thou dost but waste thyself," he said. "Thy benefits will be forgot, +thy labours unrequited. For Youth is ever but another title for +Ingratitude." + +"Nay, friend," the old Flax-spinner said. "My little Olga will not be +ungrateful and forgetful." + +All hedged about with loving care, the orphan grew to gracious +maidenhood, and felt no lack of father, mother, brother or sister. In +every way the old Flax-spinner took their places. But many were the +sacrifices that she made to keep her fed and warmly clad, and every time +she went without herself that Olga might receive a greater share, +Wiseacre Oak looked down and frowned and shook his head. + +Then would the old dame hasten to her inner room, and there she pricked +herself with her spindle, until a great red drop of her heart's blood +fell into her trembling hand. With witchery of words she blew upon it, +and rolled it in her palm, and muttering, turned and turned and turned +it. And as the spell was laid upon it, it shrivelled into a tiny round +ball like a seed, and she strung it on a thread where were many others +like it, saying, "By this she will remember. She will not be ungrateful +and forgetful." + +So years went by, and Olga grew in goodness and in beauty, and helped +the old Flax-spinner in her tasks as blithely and as willingly as if +she were indeed her daughter. Every morning she brought water from the +spring, gathered the wild fruits of the woods, and spread the linen on +the grass to bleach. At such times would the bent old foster-mother hold +herself erect, and call up to the Oak, "Dost see? Thou'rt wrong! Youth +is _not_ another title for Ingratitude." + +"Thou hast not lived as long as I," would be the only answer. + +One day as Olga was wandering by the spring, searching for watercresses, +the young Prince of the castle rode by on his prancing charger. A +snow-white plume waved in his hat, and a shining silver bugle hung from +his shoulder, for he had been following the chase. + +He was thirsty and tired, and asked for a drink, but there was no cup +with which to dip the water from the spring. But Olga caught the drops +as they bubbled out from the spring, holding them in the hollow of her +beautiful white hands, and reaching up to where he sat, offered him the +sparkling water. So gracefully was it done, that the Prince was charmed +by her modest manner as well as her lovely face, and baring his head +when he had slaked his thirst, he touched the white hands with his lips. + +Before he rode away he asked her name and where she lived. The next day +a courier in scarlet and gold stopped at the door of the cottage and +invited Olga to the castle. Princesses and royal ladies from all over +the realm were to be entertained there, seven days and seven nights. +Every night a grand ball was to be given, and Olga was summoned to each +of the balls. It was because of her pleasing manner and her great +beauty that she had been bidden. + +The old Flax-spinner courtesied low to the courier and promised that +Olga should be at the castle without fail. + +"But, good dame," cried Olga, when the courier had gone, "prithee tell +me why thou didst make such a promise, knowing full well this gown of +tow is all I own. Wouldst have me stand before the Prince in beggar's +garb? Better to bide at home for aye than be put to shame before such +guests." + +"Have done, my child!" the old dame said. "Thou shalt wear a court robe +of the finest. Years have I toiled to have it ready, but that is naught. +I loved thee as my own." + +Then once more the old Flax-spinner went into her inner room, and +pricked herself with her spindle till another great red drop of her +heart's blood fell into her trembling hand. With witchery of words she +blew upon it, and rolled it in her palm, and muttering, turned and +turned and turned it. And as the spell was laid upon it, it shrivelled +into a tiny round ball like a seed, and she strung it on to a thread, +where were many others like it. Seventy times seven was the number of +beads on this strange rosary. + +When the night of the first ball rolled around, Olga combed her long +golden hair and twined it with a wreath of snowy water-lilies, and then +she stood before the old dame in her dress of tow. To her wonderment +and grief she saw there was no silken robe in waiting, only a string of +beads to clasp around her white throat. Each bead in the necklace was +like a little shrivelled seed, and Olga's eyes filled with tears of +disappointment. + +"Obey me and all will be well," said the old woman. + +"When thou reachest the castle gate clasp one bead in thy fingers and +say: + + "'For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need, + Blossom and deck me, little seed.' + +Straightway right royally shalt thou be clad. But remember carefully the +charm. Only to the magic words, 'For love's sweet sake' will the +necklace give up its treasures. If thou shouldst forget, then thou must +be doomed always to wear thy gown of tow." + +So Olga sped on her moon-lighted way through the forest until she came +to the castle gate. There she paused, and grasping a bead of the strange +necklace between her fingers, repeated the old dame's charm: + + "For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need, + Blossom and deck me, little seed." + +Immediately the bead burst with a little puff as if a seed pod had +snapped asunder. A faint perfume surrounded her, rare and subtle as if +it had been blown across from some flower of Eden. Olga looked down and +found herself enveloped in a robe of such delicate texture, that it +seemed soft as a rose-leaf and as airy as pink clouds that sometimes +float across the sunset. The water-lilies in her hair had become a +coronal of opals. + +When she entered the great ball-room, the Prince of the castle started +up from his throne in amazement. Never before had he seen such a vision +of loveliness. "Surely," said he, "some rose of Paradise hath found a +soul and drifted earthward to blossom here." And all that night he had +eyes for none but her. + +The next night Olga started again to the castle in her dress of tow, and +at the gate she grasped the second bead in her fingers, repeating the +charm. This time the pale yellow of the daffodils seemed to have woven +itself into a cloth of gold for her adorning. It was like a shimmer of +moon-beams, and her hair held the diamond flashings of a hundred tiny +stars. + +That night the Prince paid her so many compliments and singled her out +so often to bestow his favours, that Olga's head was turned. She tossed +it proudly, and quite scorned the thought of the humble cottage which +had given her shelter so long. The next day when she had returned to +her gown of tow and was no longer a haughty court lady, but only Olga, +the Flax-spinner's maiden, she repined at her lot. Frowning, she carried +the water from the spring. Frowning, she gathered the cresses and +plucked the woodland fruit. And then she sat all day by the spring, +refusing to spread the linen on the grass to bleach. + +She was discontented with the old life of toil, and pouted crossly +because duties called her when she wanted to do nothing but sit idly +dreaming of the gay court scenes in which she had taken a bright brief +part. The old Flax-spinner's fingers trembled as she spun, when she saw +the frowns, for she had given of her heart's blood to buy happiness for +this maiden she loved, and well she knew there can be no happiness where +frowns abide. She felt that her years of sacrifice had been in vain, but +when the Oak wagged his head she called back waveringly, "My little Olga +will not be ungrateful and forgetful!" + +That night outside the castle gate, Olga paused. She had forgotten the +charm. The day's discontent had darkened her memory as storm-clouds +darken the sky. But she grasped her necklace imperiously. + +"Deck me at once!" she cried in a haughty tone. "Clothe me more +beautifully than mortal maid was ever clad before, so that I may find +favour in the Prince's sight and become the bride of the castle! I would +that I were done for ever with the spindle and the distaff!" + +But the moon went under a cloud and the wind began to moan around the +turrets. The black night hawks in the forest flapped their wings +warningly, and the black bats flitted low around her head. + +"Obey me at once!" she cried angrily, stamping her foot and jerking at +the necklace. But the string broke, and the beads went rolling away in +the darkness in every direction and were lost--all but one, which she +held clasped in her hand. + +Then Olga wept at the castle gate; wept outside in the night and the +darkness, in her peasant's garb of tow. But after awhile through her +sobbing, stole the answering sob of the night wind. + +"Hush-sh!" it seemed to say. "Sh-sh! Never a heart can come to harm, if +the lips but speak the old dame's charm." + +The voice of the night wind sounded so much like the voice of the old +Flax-spinner, that Olga was startled and looked around wonderingly. Then +suddenly she seemed to see the thatched cottage and the bent form of the +lonely old woman at the wheel. All the years in which the good dame had +befriended her seemed to rise up in a row, and out of each one called a +thousand kindnesses as with one voice: "How canst thou forget us, Olga? +We were done for love's sweet sake, and that alone!" + +Then was Olga sorry and ashamed that she had been so proud and +forgetful, and she wept again. The tears seemed to clear her vision, for +now she saw plainly that through no power of her own could she wrest +strange favours from fortune. Only the power of the old charm could make +them hers. She remembered it then, and holding fast the one bead in her +hand, she repeated humbly: + + "For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need, + Blossom and deck me, little seed." + +Lo, as the words left her lips, the moon shone out from behind the +clouds above the dark forest. There was a fragrance of lilies all +about, and a gossamer gown floated around her, whiter than the whiteness +of the fairest lily. It was fine like the finest lace the frost-elves +weave, and softer than the softest ermine of the snow. On her long +golden hair gleamed a coronet of pearls. + +So beautiful, so dazzling was she as she entered the castle door, that +the Prince came down to meet her, and kneeling, kissed her hand and +claimed her as his bride. Then came the bishop in his mitre, and led her +to the throne, and before them all the Flax-spinner's maiden was married +to the Prince, and made the Princess Olga. + +Then until the seven days and seven nights were done, the revels lasted +in the castle. And in the merriment the old Flax-spinner was again +forgotten. Her kindness of the past, her loneliness in the present had +no part in the thoughts of the Princess Olga. + +All night the old Oak, tapping on the thatch, called down, "Thou'rt +forgotten! Thou'rt forgotten!" + +But the beads that had rolled away in the darkness, buried themselves in +the earth, and took root, and sprang up, as the old woman knew they +would do. There at the castle gate they bloomed, a strange, strange +flower, for on every stem hung a row of little bleeding hearts. + +One day the Princess Olga, seeing them from her window, went down to +them in wonderment. + +"What do you here?" she cried, for in her forest life she'd learned all +speech of bird and beast and plant. + +"We bloom for love's sweet sake," they answered. "We have sprung from +the old Flax-spinner's gift--the necklace thou didst break and scatter. +From her heart's best blood she gave it, and her heart still bleeds to +think she is forgotten." + +Then they began to tell the story of the old dame's sacrifices, all the +seventy times seven that she had made for the sake of the maiden, and +Olga grieved as she listened, that she could have been so ungrateful. +Then she brought the Prince to hear the story of the strange, strange +flowers, and when he had heard, together they went to the lowly cottage +and fetched the old Flax-spinner to the castle, there to live out all +her days in ease and contentment. + +"See now," she whispered to the Oak at parting, but sturdily he held his +ground, persisting, "Thou _wouldst_ have been forgotten, save for that +miracle of bloom." + +_And still the flower we call BLEEDING-HEART blooms on by cottage walls +and castle gardens, to waken all the world to grateful memories. And +ever it doth bring to mind the lonely hearts that bleed because they are +forgotten, and all they sacrificed for love's sweet sake, to give us +happiness._ + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18573.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18573.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cd4c95ae6681ba6abf5e971440cbc695fca6ca1b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18573.txt @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The University of Michigan's Making of America +online book collection (http://www.hti.umich.edu/m/moa/). + + + + + + +ABRAHAM LINCOLN. + +An Horatian Ode. + + + +By Richard Henry Stoddard. + + + +New York: + +Bunce & Huntington, Publishers, + +540 Broadway. + + + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, + +By BUNCE & HUNTINGTON, + +In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern +District of New York. + + + +Alvord, Printer. + + + + + +ABRAHAM LINCOLN: + + +Born, Feb. 12th, 1809. + +Assassinated, Good-Friday, April 14th, 1865. + + + + +"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! +Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope +The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence +The life o' the building. + + * * * * * * * * * * + +"Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight +With a new Gorgon:--Do not bid me speak; +See, and then speak yourselves.--Awake! awake! +Ring the alarum-bell:--Murder! and treason! + + * * * * * * * * * * + +"Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, +And look on death itself!--up, up, and see +The great doom's image! + + * * * * * * * * * * + +"Our royal master's murdered! + + * * * * * * * * * * + +"Had I but died an hour before this chance, +I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant +There's nothing serious in mortality: +All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; +The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees +Is left this vault to brag of. + + + + * * * + + + +"After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; +Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, +Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, +Can touch him further." + + Macbeth. + + + + + +Not as when some great Captain falls +In battle, where his Country calls, + Beyond the struggling lines + That push his dread designs + +To doom, by some stray ball struck dead: +Or, in the last charge, at the head + Of his determined men, + Who _must_ be victors then! + +Nor as when sink the civic Great, +The safer pillars of the State, + Whose calm, mature, wise words + Suppress the need of swords-- + +With no such tears as e'er were shed +Above the noblest of our Dead + Do we to-day deplore + The Man that is no more! + +Our sorrow hath a wider scope, +Too strange for fear, too vast for hope,-- + A Wonder, blind and dumb, + That waits--what is to come! + +Not more astounded had we been +If Madness, that dark night, unseen, + Had in our chambers crept, + And murdered while we slept! + +We woke to find a mourning Earth-- +Our Lares shivered on the hearth,-- + The roof-tree fallen,--all + That could affright, appall! + +Such thunderbolts, in other lands, +Have smitten the rod from royal hands, + But spared, with us, till now, + Each laurelled Cesar's brow! + +No Cesar he, whom we lament, +A Man without a precedent, + Sent, it would see, to do + His work--and perish too! + +Not by the weary cares of State, +The endless tasks, which will not wait, + Which, often done in vain, + Must yet be done again: + +Not in the dark, wild tide of War, +Which rose so high, and rolled so far, + Sweeping from sea to sea + In awful anarchy:-- + +Four fateful years of mortal strife, +Which slowly drained the Nation's life, + (Yet, for each drop that ran + There sprang an armed man!) + +Not then;--but when by measures meet,-- +By victory, and by defeat,-- + By courage, patience, skill, + The People's fixed _"We will!"_ + +Had pierced, had crushed Rebellion dead,-- +Without a Hand, without a Head:-- + At last, when all was well, + He fell--O, _how_ he fell! + +The time,--the place,--the stealing Shape,-- +The coward shot,--the swift escape,-- + The wife--the widow's scream,-- + It is a hideous Dream! + +A Dream?--what means this pageant, then? +These multitudes of solemn men, + Who speak not when they meet, + But throng the silent street? + +The flags half-mast, that late so high +Flaunted at each new victory? + (The stars no brightness shed, + But bloody looks the red!) + +The black festoons that stretch for miles, +And turn the streets to funeral aisles? + (No house too poor to show + The Nation's badge of woe!) + +The cannon's sudden, sullen boom,-- +The bells that toll of death and doom,-- + The rolling of the drums,-- + The dreadful Car that comes? + +Cursed be the hand that fired the shot! +The frenzied brain that hatched the plot! + Thy Country's Father slain + By thee, thou worse than Cain! + +Tyrants have fallen by such as thou, +And Good hath followed--May it now! + (God lets bad instruments + Produce the best events.) + +But he, the Man we mourn to-day, +No tyrant was: so mild a sway + In one such weight who bore + Was never known before! + +Cool should he be, of balanced powers, +The Ruler of a Race like ours, + Impatient, headstrong, wild,-- + The Man to guide the Child! + +And this _he_ was, who most unfit +(So hard the sense of God to hit!) + Did seem to fill his Place. + With such a homely face,-- + +Such rustic manners,--speech uncouth,-- +(That somehow blundered out the Truth!) + Untried, untrained to bear + The more than kingly Care? + +Ay! And his genius put to scorn +The proudest in the purple born, + Whose wisdom never grew + To what, untaught, he knew-- + +The People, of whom he was one. +No gentleman like Washington,-- + (Whose bones, methinks, make room, + To have him in their tomb!) + +A laboring man, with horny hands, +Who swung the axe, who tilled his lands, + Who shrank from nothing new, + But did as poor men do! + +One of the People! Born to be +Their curious Epitome; + To share, yet rise above + Their shifting hate and love. + +Common his mind (it seemed so then), +His thoughts the thoughts of other men: + Plain were his words, and poor-- + But now they will endure! + +No hasty fool, of stubborn will, +But prudent, cautious, pliant, still; + Who, since his work was good, + Would do it, as he could. + +Doubting, was not ashamed to doubt, +And, lacking prescience, went without: + Often appeared to halt, + And was, of course, at fault: + +Heard all opinions, nothing loth, +And loving both sides, angered both: + Was--_not_ like Justice, blind, + But watchful, clement, kind. + +No hero, this, of Roman mould; +Nor like our stately sires of old: + Perhaps he was not Great-- + But he preserved the State! + +O honest face, which all men knew! +O tender heart, but known to few! + O Wonder of the Age, + Cut off by tragic Rage! + +Peace! Let the long procession come, +For hark!--the mournful, muffled drum-- + The trumpet's wail afar,-- + And see! the awful Car! + +Peace! Let the sad procession go, +While cannon boom, and bells toll slow: + And go, thou sacred Car, + Bearing our Woe afar! + +Go, darkly borne, from State to State, +Whose loyal, sorrowing Cities wait + To honor all they can + The dust of that Good Man! + +Go, grandly borne, with such a train +As greatest kings might die to gain: + The Just, the Wise, the Brave + Attend thee to the grave! + +And you, the soldiers of our wars, +Bronzed veterans, grim with noble scars, + Salute him once again, + Your late Commander--slain! + +Yes, let your tears, indignant, fall, +But leave your muskets on the wall: + Your Country needs you now + Beside the forge, the plough! + +(When Justice shall unsheathe her brand,-- +If Mercy may not stay her hand, + Nor would we have it so-- + _She_ must direct the blow!) + +And you, amid the Master-Race, +Who seem so strangely out of place, + Know ye who cometh? He + Who hath declared ye Free! + +Bow while the Body passes--Nay, +Fall on your knees, and weep, and pray! + Weep, weep--I would ye might-- + Your poor, black faces white! + +And, Children, you must come in bands, +With garlands in your little hands, + Of blue, and white, and red, + To strew before the Dead! + +So, sweetly, sadly, sternly goes +The Fallen to his last repose: + Beneath no mighty dome, + But in his modest Home; + +The churchyard where his children rest, +The quiet spot that suits him best: + There shall his grave be made, + And there his bones be laid! + +And there his countrymen shall come, +With memory proud, with pity dumb, + And strangers far and near, + For many and many a year! + +For many a year, and many an Age, +While History on her ample page + The virtues shall enroll + Of that Paternal Soul! + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Abraham Lincoln., by Richard Henry Stoddard + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18589.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18589.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f527f646299ed39195ce88a5e8ffc22bd05ba61 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18589.txt @@ -0,0 +1,500 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The University of Michigan's Making of America +online book collection (http://www.hti.umich.edu/m/moa/). + + + + + + +The + + +ACT OF INCORPORATION + + + +and the + + +BY-LAWS + + +of the + + +Massachusetts Homoeopathic Medical Society. + + + + +Boston: + +Printed by Fred Rogers. + +159 Washington Street + +1864. + + + + + +ACT OF INCORPORATION. + + +Commonwealth of Massachusetts. + + +In the Year One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-Six. + + + +AN ACT TO INCORPORATE THE MASSACHUSETTS HOMOEOPATHIC MEDICAL SOCIETY. + + + +Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives in General +Court assembled, and by the authority of the same, as follows:-- + + +SECT. 1.--Samuel Gregg, William Wesselhoeft, Luther Clark, George +Russell, Milton Fuller, John A. Tarbell, David Thayer, their +associates and successors, physicians, be, and they hereby are, made +a Corporation, by the name of the MASSACHUSETTS HOMOEOPATHIC MEDICAL +SOCIETY, with all the powers and privileges, and subject to all the +duties, liabilities, and restrictions, set forth in the forty-fourth +chapter of the Revised Statues. + +SECT. 2.--Said Corporation may hold real and personal estate to the +amount of fifty thousand dollars. + +SECT. 3.--The members of said Society shall not be liable to be +mustered or enrolled in the militia of this Commonwealth. + +SECT. 4.--The members of said Society, or such of their officers or +members as they shall appoint, shall have full power and authority to +examine all candidates for membership, concerning the practice of +specific medicine and surgery, provided said candidates shall sustain +a good moral character, and shall present letters testimonial of +their qualifications from some legally authorized medical +institution; and if, upon such examination, the said candidates shall +be found qualified for membership, they shall receive the approbation +of the Society. + +SECT. 5.--This act shall take effect from and after its passage. + + + House of Representatives, May 30, 1856. +Passed to be enacted, CHARLES A. PHELPS, Speaker. + + In Senate, May 31, 1856. +Passed to be enacted, ELIHU C. BAKER, President. + + June 3, 1856. Approved, HENRY J. GARDNER. + + Secretary's Office, Boston, June 24, 1856. +A true copy. + Attest: FRANCIS DE WITT, + Secretary of the Commonwealth. + + + + +BY-LAWS + +of the + +Massachusetts Homoeopathic Medical Society, + + +Revised and Adopted April 13th, 1864. + + + * * + + +SOCIETY. + + +I. This Society shall consist of the persons named in the Act of +Incorporation, and such other persons as may have been elected +members in accordance with its By-laws. + + + +OFFICERS OF THE SOCIETY. + + +II. The Society, at its Annual Meeting, shall elect, by ballot, a +President, two Vice-Presidents, Corresponding Secretary, Recording +Secretary, Treasurer, Librarian, and five Censors, who shall together +constitute an Executive Committee, to whom shall be intrusted the +general business of the Society when it is not in session; the +appointment of all standing committees, and such other committees as +they may deem expedient; and the selection of some suitable person to +deliver an address, at the annual meeting of the Society, on some +subject connected with medical science. At every annual meeting, they +shall present a report of their proceedings during the past year; and +shall also furnish a list of two candidates for each office of the +Society for the ensuing year. The officers shall continue in office +till the adjournment of the annual meeting next after their election, +at which time the duties of the newly elected officers shall commence. + + + +DUTIES OF THE OFFICERS. + + +III. The _President_ shall preside at all meetings of the Society +and of the Executive Committee; and shall deliver an address before +the Society, at the commencement of the annual meeting. + +In case of the absence or other disability of the President, his +duties shall devolve on the Vice-President, by seniority, if present; +otherwise on such person as the meeting may appoint. + +Members shall not be eligible to the office of President more than +once in five years. + + +IV. The _Corresponding Secretary_ shall have the charge and custody +of all letters and communications transmitted to the Society; and to +him they should be addressed. He shall prepare and transmit whatever +communications the Society or Executive Committee may direct; and he +shall perform such other duties as may be assigned to him. + + +V. The _Recording Secretary_ shall give notice and keep a record of +all the meetings of the Society and of the Executive Committee. He +shall append to the notices of the annual and semi-annual meeting, +the names of those candidates for membership that have been reported +to the Executive Committee. He shall have charge of all papers and +communications belonging to the Society; and shall read, at the +meetings of the Society, all such communications as the Executive +Committee may direct. He shall notify the chairman of every committee +appointed by the Society or Executive Committee, of his appointment, +in each case stating the commission and the names of the committee. +On or before the first of April, annually, he shall transmit to the +Treasurer a list of all who have become members of the Society during +the year. + + +VI. The _Treasurer_ shall solicit and receive all money due to the +Society, together with all bequests and donations; and shall pay all +bills after they shall have been approved by the Executive Committee, +which approval shall be certified to by the Recording Secretary. He +shall keep an accurate account of all receipts and expenditures, and +shall give such bonds for the faithful performance of his duties as +the Society may require. He shall submit his accounts to such +examination as the Executive Committee may direct; and shall annually +make a statement of his doings, and of the state of the funds in his +hands, to the Society. + + +VII. The _Librarian_ shall have in his custody and charge all the +books and apparatus of the Society. He shall keep an accurate +register of the same, and arrange them in a proper manner; and shall +make such disposition of them, from time to time, as the Executive +Committee may direct for the benefit of the members. He shall receive +and record all donations made in his department to the Society, and +shall make a report at the annual meeting. + + +VIII. The _Censors_ shall examine the qualifications of all persons +presenting themselves for membership, and for that purpose shall hold +meetings on the days of annual and semi-annual meetings, and at such +other times as they may deem necessary. They shall report the names +of all approved candidates for membership to the Executive Committee +at least three months before their election as members by the Society. + + +IX. There shall be a _Committee on the Materia Medica,_ who shall +select medicines for proving; and shall, at the expense of the +Society, obtain and distribute the same to its members, or such other +persons as they may deem suitable. They shall receive and examine +communications upon the _materia medica_ from the members of the +Society, and report thereon at any regular meeting. + + +X. There shall be a _Committee on Clinical Medicine,_ who shall +receive and examine communications proper to this department, and +report thereon at any regular meeting. They shall also report upon +any epidemics which may have occurred in the state or country during +the year,--their characteristics, mode of treatment, and results; and +such other facts relating to the practice of medicine as they may +deem important. + + +XI. There shall be a _Committee of Publication_ consisting of the +President, Recording Secretary, and at least three other members, to +whom all matter for Publication shall be referred, and under whose +direction it shall be issued; the expense of which shall not exceed +in any year a sum designated by the Executive Committee. + + +XII. There shall be a _Committee of Arrangements_ whose duty shall +be to make such arrangements as will add to the interest and +importance of the annual and semi-annual meetings, such as selecting +a suitable place for the meetings, soliciting communications, +appointing subjects for discussion, providing refreshments for +members, &c., subject to the direction of the Executive Committee. + + +XIII. There shall be a _Committee on the Library,_ who shall select +and obtain such books and publications as they may be able to, by +donation, subscription, or purchase with funds set apart for that +purpose by the Executive Committee or Society. + + +XIV. The Executive and all other Committees shall have power to fill +their own vacancies. + + + +MEMBERSHIP. + + +XV. Any person who has received the degree of Doctor of Medicine +from a legally authorized medical institution, who sustains a good +moral character, and practices medicine in accordance with the maxim, +_"Similia similibus curantur,"_ may become eligible to membership, +after having been examined and approved by the Board of Censors. He +shall be elected by ballot at the annual or semi-annual meeting, and, +after his election, shall sign the By-laws before becoming a member. + + + +HONORARY AND CORRESPONDING MEMBERS. + + +XVI. Persons who have excelled, or made any great advancement in +medical or other science, may be elected honorary members and +physicians of eminence residing out of the State, may be elected +corresponding members of the Society by a two-thirds vote of the +members present at any stated meeting, provided the said person shall +have been approved by the Executive Committee. Honorary and +corresponding members shall be entitled to the diploma of the +Society, and to participate in its proceedings in meetings devoted to +scientific subjects. + + +XVII. Every member shall receive the diploma of the Society, signed +by the President and Secretary, for which he shall, upon his +election, pay the sum of five dollars. + + +XVIII. Any member in good standing shall have the privilege of +withdrawing from the Society, by giving notice, in writing, of such +intention, and paying all arrearages due to the Society. + + + +RETIRED MEMBERS. + + +XIX. Members on removing from the State, or on retiring from +practice, may, provided all their dues to the Society are paid, by +vote of the Executive Committee, be placed on the list of retired +members, and as such, shall be exempt from any assessments, and shall +not receive, except by courtesy, any of the publications of the +Society, nor be entitled to speak or vote at any of its meetings. + + +XX. Any person who has resigned his membership, or been placed on +the list of retired members, may, on application in writing, be +reinstated by vote of the Society at any regular meeting. + +Any member removing out of the State shall have liberty to retain +his membership, on paying his annual assessment. + + +XXI. Any member may be expelled from the Society, or, having +resigned his membership, may be deprived of his privileges, by a vote +of two-thirds of the members present at any regular meeting, upon +charges of the following description; provided the charge or charges +against him have first been considered by the Executive Committee, +and provided he has been notified of the same by the Secretary, and +an opportunity has thereby been given him to make his defence before +the Society:-- + + 1. For any gross and notorious immorality or infamous crime under +the laws of the land. + + 2. For any attempt to subvert the objects or injure the reputation +of the Society. + + 3. For advertising, publicly vending, or pretending to the +knowledge and use of any secret nostrum. + + 4. For furnishing to any person, or presenting in his own behalf, +a false certificate of character and studies as a student of +medicine, tending to deceive the public, or the Censors of the Society. + + 5. For habitually furnishing advice or holding professional +consultations with persons who practice medicine without the +necessary acquirements to entitle them to the respect, confidence or +courtesy of the members of the Society. + + +XXII. As the object of the Society is to improve the science of +medicine, to increase the influence and usefulness of its members, +and to secure greater harmony and friendship among them, therefore it +is of the highest importance that each member should so conduct +himself, both in his private and professional life, as to command the +entire respect of his colleagues. + +Every person who becomes a member is understood to take upon himself +an obligation to communicate to the Society any discoveries he shall +have made relating to the science of medicine or surgery, and to co- +operate in such measures as my be adopted by the Society for the +advancement of these sciences; and, on his refusal to do so, he shall +be subject to such censure as the Society, by a two-thirds vote, +shall inflict. + + +XXIII. Every member of the Society shall be assessed annually three +dollars ($3), and such other assessments as a majority of the +members, at any legal meeting, may determine. + + + +DELEGATES. + + +XXIV. The Executive Committee may appoint delegates to other +Societies and Associations whenever they deem it advisable to do so; +and such delegates shall receive certificates of appointment from the +recording Secretary. + +Accredited delegates from other Societies and Associations shall be +allowed to participate in the scientific deliberations of this Society. + + + +MEETINGS OF THE SOCIETY. + + +XXV. The annual meeting of the Society shall be held on the second +Wednesday of April, and the semi-annual meeting on the second +Wednesday of October, at ten o'clock, A.M., in such one of the cities +or towns of the Commonwealth as the Executive Committee may +determine. A special meeting of the Society shall be called by the +President, on the written request of ten members, stating the object +of said meeting. + + + +MEETINGS OF THE EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. + + +XXVI. The _Executive Committee_ shall meet on the third Wednesday of +April, July, October, and January. At the first or annual meeting the +Committees and the Orator shall be appointed for the ensuing year. + +At the meetings of the Executive Committee, five persons shall +constitute a quorum. A special meeting of the Executive Committee +shall be called by the President, on the written application of three +of its members. + + +XXIII. All proposals for alteration of the By-Laws shall be +presented to the Society in writing, and shall be refereed, without +debate, to a special Committee, who shall consider and report on the +same at the next annual meeting of the Society. + + + +FORM OF SUBSCRIPTION. + + +_The subscribers agree to comply with the By-Laws of the +Massachusetts Homoeopathic Medical Society._ + + + + + + + +MASSACHUSETTS HOMOEOPATHIC MEDICAL SOCIETY. + + +The SEMI-ANNUAL Meeting will be held in the Meionaon Hall, Tremont +Temple, Boston, on Wednesday, Oct. 12, 1864, at 10 o'clock A.M. + + +In the morning session, the following, among other papers will be +read. + + THE EARLY HISTORY OF HOMOEOPATHY IN MASSACHUSETTS; by Samuel +Gregg, M.D. + + VARIOUS OPERATIONS FOR CATARACT WITH RECENT MODIFICATIONS; by H. +C. Angell, M.D. + + ON THE HYPODERMIC INJECTION OF MEDICINES HOMOEOPATHICALLY +INDICATED; by J. H. Woodbury, M.D. + + +Members are requested to prepare and present at this Session, papers +on any Medical Subject. + + +A collation will be provided between 12 and 1. + + +In the afternoon session the subject of discussion with be +DYSENTERY. As a _verbatim_ report of the discussion will be entered +on the records, members are requested to give, in a concise form +their observations in regard to this disease the present season; its +peculiar character and frequency, and the therapeutic action of any +medicines with their distinctive indications. + + +Any clinical reports may be forwarded to the _Committee on Clinical +Medicine,_ S. M. Cate, M.D. of Salem. Attention is called to the +importance of filling out the _Statistical Records_ and forwarding +them to Dr. Cate at the close of the year. + + +Any "medical provings" may be forwarded to the Chairman of the +Committee on _Materia Medica,_ H. L. Chase, M.D. of Cambridge. + + +The following persons have been approved for membership by the +Executive committee. + + FOR HONORARY MEMBERS: + + Constantine Herring, M.D. of Philadelphia; John F. Gray, M.D. of +New York; F. F. Quinn, M.D. of London; G. H. G. Jahr, M.D. of Paris; +J. Fleischmann, M.D. of Vienna. + + FOR CORRESPONDING MEMBERS: + + Wm. E. Paine, M.D. of Bath, Me.; Alpheus Morrill, M.D. of Concord, +N.H.; A. Howard Okie, M.D. of Providence, R.I.; Henry M. Paine, M.D. +of Clinton, N.Y.; Carroll Dunham, M.D. of New York City; C. Neidhard, +M.D. of Philadelphia; Walter Williamson, M.D. of Philadelphia; J.H. +Pulte, M.D. of Cincinnati, O.; R. Ludlam, M.D. of Chicago, Ill.; Wm. +T. Helsmith, M.D. of St. Louis, Mo.; Arthur Fisher, M.D. of Montreal, +C.W. + + The Censors and Executive Committee will hold sessions for the +examination and approval of Candidates for membership. + + I. T. Talbot, Recording Sec'y. + + Boston, Oct. 4, 1864. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18760.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18760.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..02e494bbae94b4d3b7f4a823b7274aba2555843d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg18760.txt @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + [Illustration:] + + + Wee Peter Pug + + + by + + Ernest Aris + + + [Illustration:] + + + + + The + + Saalfield Publishing Company + + Chicago Akron, Ohio New York + + PRINTED IN U.S.A. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration:] + + * * * * * + +Wee + +Peter Pug + +The Story + +Of A Bit Of Mischief And + +What Came Of It + + * * * * * + +[Illustration:] + + + + +Wee Peter Pug + + +My Dame has lost her shoe and knows not where to find it. + +[Illustration:] + +Now if you had seen the eager smile on the face of Wee Peter Pug you +might have suspected that he had something to do with the loss of +Dame's shoe--and you would have been right. What pup could have +resisted such a nice red fluffy shoe? + +[Illustration:] + +So he marched with it triumphantly into the garden and hid it behind +the lawn roller. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +Feeling very proud, Wee Peter trotted off to tell his chum, Nigger, +the black kitten, all about his little joke. "What do you think I've +done?" he cried. + +"I've hidden the Dame's shoe!" + +"Surely not!" cried Nigger. "How funny!" + +And she shook with laughter. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +At the other end of the garden was Mrs. Hen with her chicks. + +"Let's come and tell her," suggested Nigger, and off they went. + +"Such a lark!" cried Wee Peter. "I've hidden the Dame's shoe!" + +Mrs. Hen's angry cackle-cackle turned into a very merry one. + +"What fun!" she cried, and "What fun!" squeaked the little chicks. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +All three ran eagerly down the pathway until they came across Sir +Cockerel perched in a dignified attitude on the fence. + +"What do you think?" asked Mrs. Hen, who, being the eldest, thought +she was entitled to speak first; but before she could open her mouth +Wee Peter Pug cried, "I've hidden the Dame's shoe!" + +"What a splendid joke!" exclaimed Sir Cockerel. + +"Does Mrs. Duck know?" asked Sir Cockerel. + +"No, let's see if we can find her," said Wee Peter. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +"What's all the excitement about?" demanded Mrs. Duck when she saw +them coming to the lakeside. + +"I've hidden the Dame's shoe," said Peter. + +Mrs. Duck quacked uproariously. + +"I've never heard anything so funny!" she declared. + +[Illustration:] + +Mrs. Duck waddled ashore. "We must tell somebody else," said she. + +[Illustration:] + +At that moment Billy Rabbit poked his inquisitive nose through the +hedge. + +"You seem very much amused," said he. + +"So will you be when you know. I've hidden the Dame's shoe!" Billy's +laugh spread from ear to ear. + +"That's fine fun!" he cried, and off he ran to tell the woodfolk. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +So many of them had collected by now that there was quite a +procession. + +"Let's go back and see my Dame look for her shoe," suggested Wee Peter +Pug. + +He led the way and they all followed him. They were all speaking at +once and made such a commotion that all the wee creatures in the +garden wondered what had happened. + +[Illustration:] + +"Can't we find a better place to hide it?" said Wee Peter. + +"Put it behind my house," suggested Mrs. Hen. + +"Or in the lake," quacked Mrs. Duck. + +"Or in the hedge," suggested Billy Rabbit. + +Suggestions came from all of them, and the noise was so great that +my Dame hurried out into the garden to see what was the matter. + +[Illustration:] + +[Illustration:] + +It is a sad ending to the story of Wee Peter Pug. But just as the Dame +came out into the garden Wee Peter had picked up her shoe and was +thinking of another hiding place, when she caught sight of him. + +[Illustration:] + +"Oh! You naughty Peter!" she cried. And she spanked him with the shoe +which had caused all the fun. Everybody laughed delightedly, except +Peter. + +[Illustration:] + +So you see instead of Wee Peter Pug hiding the shoe, it was the shoe +that gave poor Peter Pug a hiding! Perhaps he deserved it. What do you +think? + +[Illustration:] + + * * * * * + +Uniform With This Volume: + +The Little Red Hen + +Little Black Sambo + +Willie Mouse + + + + +The Saalfield + +Publishing Company + +Chicago + +AKRON, OHIO + +New York + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19122.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19122.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a732ec6c17e28f005f5b54a4cc68c6faea2ee026 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19122.txt @@ -0,0 +1,369 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + LOVE + INSTIGATED + + BY + BELL THE CAT SURLY + of the PENDENNIS CLUB + + + THE STORY + OF A + CARVED IVORY UMBRELLA HANDLE. + + + + "The Man that Plants Cabbages Imitates God."--Dobson's Choice. + + + + + + + + Caveat Filed, + By CURRY & DEARING, Publishers, + Louisville, Ky. + + + + + + + + + LOVE PERPETUATED:-- + --The Story of a Dagger. + + By Douglass Sherley, + + WHO WROTE + + --THE STORY OF A PICTURE.-- + + * * * * * + + An Edition de Luxe [special] net, $10.00. Limited number. Ninety-nine + copies--signed by the Author. Right reserved to advance price at any + time. Subscriptions received now. Popular Edition--a Christmas Card + Booklet [in a box], $1.00. Liberal Discount to the Trade. + + Edition de Luxe ready December Fifteenth. + + Popular Edition ready December First. + + + John P. Morton and Company. + Main St., Louisville, Ky. + + + + + + + + + Special.Dedication + to + the.Members.of.the.Sherley.Club + of + Little.:.Britain: + + --Despair.ye.not.at.all-- + + E'en.by.so.Small.a.Thing.as.this.Poor.Booklet + May.Your + Loves.be.Instigated! + + + + + + + + + Dedicated + To.Each.Single.Son.of.St..Pendennis + Who.Worships.not.at.the.Shrine.of + The.Maiden.Priestess.of.To-day + --Let.Him.Look.to't,-- + Or.Likewise.He.May.Somewhere.Find + Love.Perpetrated. + + + + + + + + + Love Instigated. + + + +It was a daisy bit of Ivory. + +It was a curious piece of Workmanship. + +It was carved and carved again with Conventional Lines, which formed +a Female Head of East-Indian Unexceptionableness. + +It seemed to Smile and to Beckon, and then to Scowl repellantly--a +Living Mockery! + +It was Hateful--Oh, so Hateful!--the sight Of so conventional a Thing. + +And yet there had been such a Longing to touch It and to Hold It in the +Hand! + +But See the Sequel. + +It was not an Idol of India. + +It was the Carved Ivory Handle of a Tanned Gingham Umbrella, of very +Plebeian American Manufacture. + +It stood in a Hand-painted China Receptacle in The long quiet Hall, in +the House of a Friend. It was there when I Dined with him the Night +After Christmas. + +It Gleamed at me with a Sinister Gleam of its Dexter Eye! + +And it seemed to Smile and to Beckon at me out of the Soft, Voluptuous +Environment of The "Inner.Sisterhood," of which it was a Fellow. + +And when we were seated at the Glittering Table, beautiful with Crystal +and Silver-- + +And Lemonade and Cake-- + +An Esthetic Banquet-- + +It Chanced, by Merest Accident, that I was Given a seat opposite The +Portiered Archway which led into + +The Long Quiet Hall, + +With its Wine-Colored Wealth of Turkish-Bath Toweling thrown back. + +And as we Sat Beneath the Iridescent Glow Of the Keely-Motor + +Electric Lamp, which + +Glistened and Shimmered Its Stained-Glass Iridescence on all about +it, and gave its hue to The Invigorating Beverage, we heeded not the +Elemental war waging upon the Queen Anne Exterior of the Hospitable +Mansion of my Friend. + +And when we were left to our Coffee and our Pipes, we talked of Daggers, +and Epitaphs, and Tombs! + +And as he told me in a Mysterious Whisper the Story of the Malay Dagger, +"Guiltless of all Guile," the Vitreous Eye of that Quaintly Carved +Odalisque--for such my fevered fancy Pictured it--was ever Glaring at +me with its Sinister Glare! + +And when our Ghostly Talk was Interrupted By the Entrance of other +Guests, I Quaffed Another Crystal Goblet of My Friend's Brain-Maddening +Concoction, and casting a long, lingering Look at the Persian Rug which +hid the Graeco-Romanesque Architecture of the vaulted Ceiling, I passed +from the Gothic Portals of this Esthetic Shrine into the outer +darkness--beyond the glamour of the Seven Lamps of Architecture. + +But,--Oh Fitful Fate!--as I passed though The Long, Quiet Hall and +by the wine-colored Plush Corner from whose Voluptuous Shadow The +Sinister-Eyed, Carved-Ivory-Handle Odalisque cast an Alluring, +Appealing Look toward Me, and all Unconsciously, Unintentionally, and +Unresistingly I Took it from its Hand-Painted China Receptacle, and +closing the Heavy doors of Rolled, Cathedral Plate Glass After me, +I Unfurled its Sun-Tanned Gingham Folds to the aforementioned warring +elements. And as I Wended my Desolate Way to the Sainted Shrine of +Pendennis, my Seething Brain Peopled the Valley of Unrest with Elfs, +And Ravens and Brahman Gods, and the Dagger whose blood-stain belonged +to a Venetian Duke. When I Presently Entered the Resounding Cloisters of +the Order of ST. PENDENNIS--when I entered this "House without a Woman" +I sought the seclusion of a dark, Wine-Colored, Plush-Lined Cell, and +carelessly placing the Tanned Gingham, Vegetable-Ivory-handled Umbrella +on the Eighteenth Century Hearth before me, + +I threw my mentally-exhausted frame into a a Massive, Damask-covered +Chair with heavily-carved Arms of highly-polished Oak, and sounded the +Tiny, Tintinnabulating Call-Bell for Something to Counteract the Effects +of the Too-exhilerating Potables of my Friend, and his no less Harrowing +Stories! + +But while I thus sat waiting, with my feet to The Comfortable Fire, all +at once my Gaze was Unconsciously, Unintentionally and Unresistingly +Transfixed by the Sinister Glance of The Dexter Eye of the Carved-Ivory +Odalisque. + +And as I sat there in the Twilight Glare of the Slowly-Consuming +Embers on the Wide and Deep, Old-Fashioned, Open Fire-place, with +Lacquered-Brass Fire-Dogs--beneath the Spell of those Stealthy, Roguish +Glances, I, against My Wish and Will, was led to Think of The dark, +strange and weirdly grotesque things of which My Friend had Told me. + +And finally, as under the Strange Fascination of the Vitreous Dexter and +Sinister Eyes of The Carved-Ivory Odalisque, which Held me Spell-Bound, +I Learned from the Thin, Curled Lips of the said Carved-Ivory Odalisque +its Own Story. + +It was not Created by Love. + +Nor was it in Itself the Embodiment of Love. But it Bore in one of its +Flexible Ribs the Tangible Evidence of the Adhesive Qualities of a Love +Driven Back upon itself,--the Concentration of an Otherwise Wasted +Force. + +Less than a Thousand Years ago, a Dudish Roderick Dhu stood Flustrated +with Fiery Indignation, face to face with a Maiden Priestess--a +Prideful, Haughty Woman! + +It was on the Rue Quatrieme. It was at the Intersection of two great +Thoroughfares. + +The Clouds had Parted their Bangs in the Middle, and were Shimmering +their Crystal Drops of Distilled Ocean in torrental volume upon the +Luckless Wayfarers. + +It chanced that the Prideful Maiden Priestess Was Hurrying adown the +Boulevard with the Self-same Carved-Ivory-Handled Umbrella Closely +Clasped in Her Delicate Marie Antoinette fingers. She was thus Ensconced +Behind the Sheltering Tautness of the Stout-ribbed Gingham Umbrella +With the Carved-Ivory Handle, when she passed out of the Shadow of The +Massive Marble Edifice of Gothic Architecture and turned into the Rue +de la Chataigne--and Unconsciously, Unintentionally and Unresistingly +Punched a Tear out of the Dexter Eye of the Resistless Roderick Dhu! + +I am sure that Carved-Ivory, Oggling Odalisque was to Blame! I am sure +that it Wantonly Drove the Spare Rib of the Stout Gingham Umbrella to +the Accomplishment of its own Foul Purpose! + +The Prideful Maiden Priestess had great Commiseration for the Ardent +Roderick. + +She Frankly Told him so. + +And in a Tacit but Potent--Oh, so Potent--Way, bade him, if he liked, +to go with her to her Shrine and there have his Weeping Wounds Bound up +with "a Bit of East India Silk,"--at her Shrine, whose Doors should ever +be Open to Him. + +Oh! Chance, Fortuitous Chance! How many Followers of St. Pendennis are +Annually Ensnared in thy Name! + +Ere Long,--within a Month, a Little Month--the Dudish Roderick Dhu was a +cringing devotee at the Vestal Shrine of the Maiden Priestess, Praying +that she should receive all his Suppliant Love, and "right smart" of his +devotion. He would never leave Her Side. He would Never, never Smile on +other Maidens. He would Sacrifice each Trusted and Trusting Friend and +Creditor. She MUST receive his Heart and Hand, and his Partially-Eclipsed +Occular! + +Else, where, all the while, was all this Wealth of Passionate Love to +go to--If it was Spurned and Sent Back to its Donor? Who would have it +Second-Handed? + +This was, indeed, a Poser. + +It was Unanswerable! + +She did not Attempt to Answer it. She only Considered the First +Proposition. + +And she Thought of the Cruel, Cruel Deed Which she had been Led +by the Vitreous-Eyed Odalisque of Carved-Ivory to Unintentionally, +Unconsciously, and Unresistingly Perpetrate Upon Him; And--to cut a +Short Story shorter--she cast her 'Mind's Eye, Horatio,' upon his Queen +Anne Mansion Front, and Determined to Bestow upon the Injured Innocent +what remained--after Five Seasons--of the Wealth of Her Young Love. + + --Thus Simply is Love Instigated.-- + +Had the Maiden Princess Refused him her Silver-Tinged Love--Had she +Spurned and Thrown back upon his Hands his Passion torn To Tatters--he +Might Have Perpetuated his Love by Writing "a Book Without a Woman," or +Better still, he Might Have Spent the Force of his Extravagant Passion +by Executing, in Endless number and variety, Patent Ivory-handled +Umbrellas, Quaintly Carved in the Verisimility of the Oggling Odalisque, +which Impelled the Hand that Instigated his Love by Peeling his Dexter +Eye. + +But, Alas! The Thoughtless Pair of Innocents did not Consider that +their Love, being Mutual, Must, by the Decree of St. Douglass, +die--Unperpetuated--with Them! + +Or, if they Weighed the Dire Decree in the Balances of their Social +Philosophy, I Doubt Not that they Considered that if they Perpetuated +their Love the Length of their Natural Lives they Would have +Accomplished Enough. And, methinks their Heads were Equipoised. This +Work-a-Day World has all the Dudish Booklets and Carved-Ivory Dagger and +Umbrella Handles that it can Easily Carry. Let not Another Booklet break +Old Atlas' Back. + +And "Douglass, O Douglass, Tender and True," Carve for us no more +Heathen Gods of Love. E'en now Their Occupation's Gone. + +The Star-Eyed Goddess that Shines Forth From the Glittering Surface of +the Almighty Dollar is Goddess Potent enough to Perpetuate the Love of +this Day and Generation, even as by her Influence often is + + Love Instigated. + + * * * * * + +But the Quaintly Carved Vegetable-Ivory Odalisque Handle of the +Tanned-Gingham Umbrella that Rested in the Hand-Painted China Receptacle +that Stood in the Voluptuous Environment of the Wine-Colored Plush +Corner of the Long, Quiet Hall of the House of a Friend Where I Supped +the Night after Christmas--[Was this the House that Zack Built?]--It +still Glared at me with a Sinister Gleam of its Dexter Eye as it Oggled +me from its Place on the Hearth of the Wine-Scented Cell--Plush-Lined +Cell--in the Cloistered Precincts of Saint Pendennis. + + * * * * * + +It seemed to Smile a Ready, Garrulous Assent to all that which I have +Said. + +These Words it Seemed to Murmur: + +Oh! Thou Unmitigated Umbrella-Theif! Return Me to the home of those +whose Love I Instigated, whose Happy Household I am Responsible for. +Wake ye! Sleeping Son of Pendennis, or by the Goddess Si[l]va, I will +Execute Dire Vengeance Upon you! + +Even as I once was the Instigator of Love, upon You may be, + + Love Instigated! + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19313.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19313.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..34f2cd2f2346bb3c8858214c3f051f3cede46121 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19313.txt @@ -0,0 +1,457 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Daniel Griffith and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +THE WORKS OF RICHARD LE GALLIENNE + + + Robert Louis Stevenson: An Elegy, and Other Poems, Mainly Personal. + + English Poems. Revised. + + Rudyard Kipling: A Criticism. + + George Meredith: Some Characteristics. + With a bibliography (much enlarged) by John Lane. + + The Quest of the Golden Girl: A Romance. + + The Romance of Zion Chapel. + + The Worshipper of the Image: A Tragic Fairy Tale. + + Sleeping Beauty and Other Prose Fancies. + + Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam: + A Paraphrase from Several Literary Translations. + New edition with fifty additional quatrains. + With cover design by Will Bradley. + + Retrospective Reviews: A Literary Log. + (New edition.) 2 vols. + + Prose Fancies. First series. + With portrait of the author by Wilson Steer. + + Prose Fancies. Second series. + + Travels in England. New edition. + + New Poems. + + Attitudes and Avowals. With Some Retrospective Reviews. + + The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems. + + + + +THE SILK-HAT SOLDIER + +AND OTHER POEMS IN WAR TIME + +BY RICHARD LE GALLIENNE + + + NEW YORK--JOHN LANE COMPANY + LONDON--JOHN LANE--THE BODLEY HEAD + MCMXV + + + COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY + JOHN LANE COMPANY + + + Press of + J. J. Little & Ives Co. + New York + + + To His Majesty + + ALBERT I. + + King of the Belgians + + THE HEROIC CAPTAIN OF AN HEROIC PEOPLE + + + + +CONTENTS + + PAGE + + To Belgium 9 + + The Silk-Hat Soldier 11 + + The Cry of the Little Peoples 15 + + The Illusion of War 20 + + Christmas in War-time 22 + + "Soldier Going to the War" 29 + + The Rainbow 30 + + + + +TO BELGIUM + + + Our tears, our songs, our laurels--what are these + To thee in thy Gethsemane of loss, + Stretched in thine unimagined agonies + On Hell's last engine of the Iron Cross. + + For such a world as this that thou shouldst die + Is price too vast--yet, Belgium, hadst thou sold + Thyself, O then had fled from out the earth + Honour for ever, and left only Gold. + + Nor diest thou--for soon shalt thou awake, + And, lifted high on our victorious shields, + Watch the new sunrise driving for your sons + The hated German shadow from your fields. + + + + +"British colonists resident in London volunteer, and +not even silk hats are doffed before training begins" + + --New York Times + + + + +THE SILK-HAT SOLDIER + + + I saw him in a picture, and I felt I'd like to cry-- + He stood in line, + The man "for mine," + A tall silk-hatted "guy"-- + Right on the call, + Silk hat and all, + He'd hurried to the cry-- + For he loves England well enough for England to die. + + I've seen King Harry's helmet in the Abbey hanging high-- + The one he wore + At Agincourt; + But braver to my eye + That city toff + Too keen to doff + His stove-pipe--bless him--why? + For he loves England well enough for England to die. + + And other fellows in that line had come too on the fly, + Their joys and toys, + Brave English boys, + For good and all put by; + O you brave best, + Teach all the rest + How pure the heart and high + When one loves England well enough for England to die. + + One threw his cricket-bat aside, one left the ink to dry; + All peace and play + He's put away, + And bid his love good-bye-- + O mother mine! + O sweetheart mine! + No man of yours am I-- + If I love not England well enough for England to die. + + I guess it strikes a chill somewhere, the bravest won't deny, + All that you love, + Away to shove, + And set your teeth to die; + But better dead, + When all is said, + Than lapped in peace to lie-- + If we love not England well enough for England to die. + + + + +THE CRY OF THE LITTLE PEOPLES + + + The Cry of the Little Peoples went up to God in vain; + The Czech and the Pole, and the Finn, and the Schleswig Dane: + + We ask but a little portion of the green, ambitious earth; + Only to sow and sing and reap in the land of our birth. + + We ask not coaling stations, nor ports in the China seas, + We leave to the big child-nations such rivalries as these. + + We have learned the lesson of Time, and we know three things of worth; + Only to sow and sing and reap in the land of our birth. + + O leave us little margins, waste ends of land and sea, + A little grass, and a hill or two, and a shadowing tree; + + O leave us our little rivers that sweetly catch the sky, + To drive our mills, and to carry our wood, and to ripple by. + + Once long ago, as you, with hollow pursuit of fame, + We filled all the shaking world with the sound of our name, + + But now are we glad to rest, our battles and boasting done, + Glad just to sow and sing and reap in our share of the sun. + + Of this O will ye rob us,--with a foolish mighty hand, + Add with such cruel sorrow, so small a land to your land? + + So might a boy rejoice him to conquer a hive of bees, + Overcome ants in battle,--we are scarcely more mighty than these-- + + So might a cruel heart hear a nightingale singing alone, + And say, "I am mighty! See how the singing stops with a stone!" + + Yea, he were mighty indeed, mighty to crush and to gain; + But the bee and the ant and the bird were the mighty of brain. + + And what shall you gain if you take us and bind us and beat us with + thongs, + And drive us to sing underground in a whisper our sad little songs? + + Forbid us the very use of our heart's own nursery tongue-- + Is this to be strong, ye nations, is this to be strong? + + Your vulgar battles to fight, and your grocery conquests to keep, + For this shall we break our hearts, for this shall our old men weep? + + What gain in the day of battle--to the Russ, to the German, what gain, + The Czech, and the Pole, and the Finn, and the Schleswig Dane? + + The Cry of the Little Peoples goes up to God in vain, + For the world is given over to the cruel sons of Cain; + + The hand that would bless us is weak, and the hand that would break us + is strong, + And the power of pity is nought but the power of a song. + + The dreams that our fathers dreamed to-day are laughter and dust, + And nothing at all in the world is left for a man to trust; + + Let us hope no more, or dream, or prophesy, or pray, + For the iron world no less will crash on its iron way; + + Yea! nothing is left but to watch, with a helpless, pitying eye, + The kind old aims for the world, and the kind old fashions die. + + + + +THE ILLUSION OF WAR + + + War + I abhor, + And yet how sweet + The sound along the marching street + Of drum and fife, and I forget + Wet eyes of widows, and forget + Broken old mothers, and the whole + Dark butchery without a soul. + + Without a soul--save this bright drink + Of heady music, sweet as hell; + And even my peace-abiding feet + Go marching with the marching street, + For yonder, yonder goes the fife, + And what care I for human life! + The tears fill my astonished eyes + And my full heart is like to break, + And yet 'tis all embannered lies, + A dream those little drummers make. + + O it is wickedness to clothe + Yon hideous grinning thing that stalks + Hidden in music, like a queen + That in a garden of glory walks, + Till good men love the thing they loathe. + Art, thou hast many infamies, + But not an infamy like this; + O snap the fife and still the drum, + And show the monster as she is. + + + + +CHRISTMAS IN WAR-TIME + + + 1 + + This is the year that has no Christmas Day, + Even the little children must be told + That something sad is happening far away-- + Or, if you needs must play, + As children must, + Play softly children, underneath your breath! + For over our hearts hangs low the shadow of death, + Those hearts to you mysteriously old, + Grim grown-up hearts that ponder night and day + On the straight lists of broken-hearted dead, + Black narrow lists no tears can wash away, + Reading in which one cries out here and here + And falls into a dream upon a name. + Be happy softly, children, for a woe + Is on us, a great woe for little fame,-- + Ah! in the old woods leave the mistletoe, + And leave the holly for another year, + Its berries are too red. + + + 2 + + And lovers, like to children, will not you + Cease for a little from your kissing mirth, + Thinking of other lovers that must go + Kissed back with fire into the bosom of earth,-- + Ah! in the old woods leave the mistletoe, + Be happy, softly, lovers, for you too + Shall be as sad as they another year, + And then for you the holly be berries of blood, + And mistletoe strange berries of bitter tears. + Ah! lovers, leave you your beatitude, + Give your sad eyes and ears + To the far griefs of neighbour and of friend, + To the great loves that find a little end, + Long loves that in a sudden puff of fire + With a wild thought expire. + + + 3 + + And you, ye merchants, you that eat and cheat, + Gold-seeking hucksters in a noble land, + Think, when you lift the wine up in your hand, + Of a fierce vintage tragically red, + Red wine of the hearts of English soldiers dead, + Who ran to a wild death with laughing feet-- + That we may sleep and drink and eat and cheat. + Ah! you brave few that fight for all the rest, + And die with smiling faces strangely blest, + Because you die for England--O to do + Something again for you, + In this great deed to have some little part; + To send so great a message from the heart + Of England that one man shall be as ten, + Hearing how England loves her Englishmen! + Ah! think you that a single gun is fired + We do not hear in England. Ah! we hear, + And mothers go with proud unhappy eyes + That say: It is for England that he dies, + England that does the cruel work of God, + And gives her well beloved to save the world. + For this is death like to a woman desired, + For this the wine-press trod. + + + 4 + + And you in churches, praying this Christmas morn, + Pray as you never prayed that this may be + The little war that brought the great world peace; + Undazzled with its glorious infamy, + O pray with all your hearts that war may cease, + And who knows but that God may hear the prayer. + So it may come about next Christmas Day + That we shall hear the happy children play + Gladly aloud, unmindful of the dead, + And watch the lovers go + To the old woods to find the mistletoe. + But this year, children, if you needs must play, + Play very softly, underneath your breath; + Be happy softly, lovers, for great Death + Makes England holy with sorrow this Christmas Day; + Yes! in the old woods leave the mistletoe, + And leave the holly for another year-- + Its berries are too red. + +[Christmas, 1899--Written during the Boer War.] + + + + +"SOLDIER GOING TO THE WAR" + + + Soldier going to the war-- + Will you take my heart with you, + So that I may share a little + In the famous things you do? + + Soldier going to the war-- + If in battle you must fall, + Will you, among all the faces, + See my face the last of all? + + Soldier coming from the war-- + Who shall bind your sunburnt brow + With the laurel of the hero, + Soldier, soldier--vow for vow! + + Soldier coming from the war-- + When the street is one wide sea, + Flags and streaming eyes and glory-- + Soldier, will you look for me? + + + + +THE RAINBOW + + + "These things are real," said one, and bade me gaze + On black and mighty shapes of iron and stone, + On murder, on madness, on lust, on towns ablaze, + And on a thing made all of rattling bone: + "What," said he, "will you bring to match with these?" + "Yea! War is real," I said, "and real is Death, + A little while--mortal realities; + But Love and Hope draw an immortal breath." + + Think you the storm that wrecks a summer day, + With funeral blackness and with leaping fire + And boiling roar of rain, more real than they + That, when the warring heavens begin to tire, + With tender fingers on the tumult paint; + Spanning the huddled wrack from base to cope + With soft effulgence, like some haloed saint,-- + The rainbow bridge eternal that is Hope. + + Deem her no phantom born of desperate dreams: + Ere man yet was, 'twas hope that wrought him man; + The blind earth, climbing skyward by her gleams, + Hoped--and the beauty of the world began. + Prophetic of all loveliness to be, + Though God Himself seem from His station hurled, + Still shall the blackest hell look up and see + Hope's rainbow on the summits of the world. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Silk-Hat Soldier, by Richard le Gallienne + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19965.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19965.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e455af7cc1a857a9dff2713df36c2fc93eba81cf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg19965.txt @@ -0,0 +1,310 @@ + + + + + + +UNITED STATES PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE + + + + + +MEASLES + + + By + + W. C. RUCKER + + _Assistant Surgeon General, United States Public Health Service_ + + ------------------ + + SUPPLEMENT NO. 1 + TO THE + PUBLIC HEALTH REPORTS + JANUARY 24, 1913 + + [EDITION OF JUNE, 1916] + + WASHINGTON + GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE + 1916 + + + + + + +MEASLES. + + +By W. C. RUCKER, Assistant Surgeon General, United States Public Health +Service. + +Over 11,000 American children died of measles in the year 1910. This did +not include a large number who died of broncho-pneumonia, a great number +of cases of which, in children, are caused by measles. Sixty-eight and +two-tenths per cent of all deaths from broncho-pneumonia occur in children +under 5 years of age, a time of life when measles is most apt to occur. +But the story of the ravages of this disease is not complete without the +mention of the large number of cases of tuberculosis which follow an +attack of it. Less frequently inflammation of the ear or the eye may be +left behind as a mark of a visitation of this common disease. From a +public health standpoint, then, measles is a disease of prime importance. + +Long association with a disease breeds a contempt for it, and measles, in +common with the other diseases of childhood, has come to be looked upon as +an unavoidable accompaniment of youth. + +Each autumn when school opens there is an increase in the number of cases +of measles, and as the season progresses they gradually increase, and +winter frequently sees the disease spreading in epidemic form. Hirsch has +collected data of 309 epidemics of measles, and has classified them +according to season; summer had 43, autumn had 76, winter had 96, and +spring had 94 epidemics. + +Measles is a disease of close association; hence its increase during the +colder months. + +Frequently a child will go to a party and engage in innocent games in +which children are brought in close contact with one another. Perhaps +among the guests there is one with reddened, watery, eyes, which are +sensitive to light. The eyelids are perhaps a little puffy, and the guest +has a hard, high-pitched cough. The other children pay no attention to +this, and the games go on uninterruptedly. In this way a single child in +the beginning stages of measles may easily affect 15 or 20 others. This is +frequently the case when kissing games are played. + +About 10 days later the children who have exposed themselves to the +disease begin to sicken. They, too, have red, watery, sensitive eyes and +puffy eyelids. In fact, in rather severe cases the whole face has a rather +swollen, puffed appearance. The throat feels parched and a dry, irritating +cough increases the discomfort. The child is apt to come home from school +feeling drowsy and irritable, not infrequently complains of chilly +sensations, and may even have a chill. At night the irritation increases, +the child is feverish, the whites of the eyeballs show little red lines +upon them, and the little sufferer has the appearance of being just ready +to cry. + +If the anxious mother takes the child to the window in the morning, raises +the curtain, and examines the little one’s throat she will see that the +hard palate and back of the throat are a dull, angry red. Perhaps there +are a few little red spots on the hard palate, and if the mother will look +closely at the lining membrane of the cheek she will see some small +white-tipped, reddish spots. These are called "Koplik’s" spots, and are +one of the signs of measles. + +The child is kept from school that day, and that night his fever is higher +than it was the night before. He rolls and tosses about the bed and wakes +up his mother a good many times to ask for a drink of water. This sort of +thing continues for 3 or 4 days; then, one morning when the child is +having its bath the mother sees some little dusky red spots along the hair +line. They look a good deal like flea bites. Within 24 hours this rash is +spread over the body and the child looks very much bespeckled and swollen. +In from 5 to 7 days the rash begins to fade, and within 3 or 4 days +thereafter is entirely gone away, leaving behind a faint mottling of the +skin. This is followed by a peeling off of the outer layer of the skin in +little bran-like pieces. This process is called desquamation, and lasts +about a week or 10 days. + +In the meantime the fever has gone away, and as soon as the child has +finished scaling he is permitted to go out and play with the other +children, and before long is back at school. The foregoing is a +description of a mild case. + +If measles assume a malignant type, as it sometimes does among the +nonrobust, it may be ushered in by convulsions, very high fever, and an +excessive development of all the ordinary symptoms, or the rash when it +appears, instead of being a good healthy-looking red, may be a +bluish-black discoloration which looks like a recent bruise. +Broncho-pneumonia, the most common and the most fatal of all the +complications of measles, is very apt to occur. The cough is very painful, +and death quickly relieves the sufferer. + +The two forms of the disease which have just been cited are in no way +exaggerated and unfortunately they are of far too common occurrence. The +first child received the infection directly in the harmless games at the +party by coming in intimate contact with a child who was just coming down +with measles at a time when, according to the researches of Anderson and +Goldberger in the Hygienic Laboratory of the United States Public Health +Service, the infecting virus is most active. Their work seems to show that +the infection does not persist after the fever has gone away. + +While all of the severe cases may not be as grave as the one which was +cited above, it must be admitted, nevertheless, that broncho-pneumonia is +the great menace of measles. Fifty-odd years ago Gregory wrote "I am sure +I speak much within bounds when I say that nine-tenths of the deaths by +measles occur in consequence of pneumonia." Less frequently there are +other complications, and the eyes, ears, the central nervous system, +heart, and the skin may any one of them suffer. Sometimes there is +gangrene at the corners of the mouth and this may result in death or +horrible deformity. + +Measles, then, is a serious disease, sparing practically no exposed person +who has not had it. In 1846 it attacked the Faroe Islands, and the record +of that visitation is both remarkable and instructive. The island had been +free from the disease for 65 years, when a Danish cabinetmaker returned +from Copenhagen to Thorshavn with the disease. He infected two friends, +and the epidemic increased by leaps and bounds, until within a very short +time over 6,000 persons out of a population of 7,782 were attacked. Almost +every house on the island became a hospital, and the only persons who +passed through the visitation unscathed were old inhabitants who had had +the disease as children 65 years before. Not a single old person who was +not protected by a previous attack and who was exposed to the infection +failed to contract the disease. + +This is one of the oldest ailments with which man has been afflicted. In +fact the word "measles" traces its genealogy back through the German +"masern" to the Sanskrit "masura," a word meaning "spots." The writings of +the ancient Arabian physicians are replete with mention of this disease. +The Italians, who evidently regarded it no more seriously than we do, +called it "morbillo," which means "little sickness." + +Time and again measles has been widely diffused on Asiatic and European +soil, and shortly after the colonization of America it appeared in our +colonies. Many are the quaint records of its visitations, not the least +interesting of which is a letter which appeared in the Boston Evening +Post, November 12, 1739, entitled "A letter about good management under +the distemper of measles at this time spreading in the country, here +published for the benefit of the poor and such as may want help of able +physicians." It is signed "Your hearty friend and servant," and the +authorship is attributed to Cotton Mather. It is stated that this letter +is a reprint of one which Dr. Mather wrote prior to his death in 1728. + +At present the disease is distributed over the entire habitable globe, +from Iceland on the north to Tierra del Fuego on the south. It occurs most +often and more severely in the colder months, probably because at such +times people are more closely crowded together under more insanitary +conditions. When introduced among a people who have never suffered from it +before, its ravages are frightful, as in the case of the inhabitants of +certain of the Fiji Islands, who, upon being exposed to the infection, +fell ill and died by thousands, so that it is estimated that 20,000 deaths +occurred in four months. The epidemic ceased only when almost every person +on the island had been infected. + +During the year 1910 the death rates from this disease in the States of +Rhode Island and North Carolina were 32.6 and 27.1 per 100,000 +inhabitants. + +In the same year the death rate per 100,000 from measles in Pittsburgh, +Pa., was 33.1; Providence, R. I., 31.9; Kansas City, Mo., 28.4; Lowell, +Mass., 28.1; Albany, N. Y., 23.9; Columbus, Ohio, 23.6; Buffalo, N. Y., +22.1; and Richmond, Va., 21.1. + +The death rate among those attacked varies from 1/2 to 35 per cent. If it +is estimated that the death rate is 1 per cent, and the number of deaths +from it in the United States during the year 1910 was 11,000, then it +would follow that during that year at least 1,100,000 children suffered +from this disease. When it is considered that perhaps 30 per cent of these +children were of school age, and that the disease occurs most often during +the months of school attendance, then it will be seen that 330,000 +children were kept from school from six weeks to two months on account of +measles. Leaving out of consideration the death and suffering which was +produced in this way, this is a serious economic loss. + +Measles is a frequent accompaniment of war, or any other occasion which +brings large numbers of persons together under unhygienic conditions. In +fact, measles is one of the most formidable of camp diseases. This fact is +well demonstrated by morbidity and mortality statistics of the Civil War. +At that time the mortality rate was very high in the general field +hospital at Chattanooga, being 22.4 per cent, and in the general field +hospital at Nashville it was 19.6 per cent. In 1865 there were 38,000 +cases with 1,900 deaths from measles in the Confederate army. It is +reported that during the Brazilio-Paraguayan War an epidemic of measles +swept off nearly a fifth of the Paraguayan army in three months. + +It is thus seen that measles is many times a very severe disease, one +which can not be dealt with lightly, one to which we should not expose our +children. A child with measles should be put to bed and kept there as long +as it has any fever or cough. The room should be airy, but it should be +darkened, because children with measles are very sensitive to light. The +bedclothes should be light, because the child is apt to get too warm, kick +off the covers, and suffer from the cold. A chilling in this way may +predispose to pneumonia. Food should be light and should consist chiefly +of nutritious broths, pasteurized milk, soft-boiled eggs, and the like. +Ice lemonade will bring comfort to the inflamed throat. The child’s eyes +should be kept clean, and should the fever get high the comfort of the +little sufferer may be increased by sponging with tepid water and alcohol. +Sometimes it is necessary to put an ice bag to the head, but, if the child +is sick enough to require this, skilled assistance should be summoned. + +When the fever and cough have gone the child may be allowed to be up and +about the room, but for a time should not indulge in violent exercise, +because there is often some weakening of the heart muscle by the disease. +The aim is to allow the heart muscle to regain its normal condition before +putting too much strain upon it. The diet should be increased when the +fever has gone away, and should include good, plain, strong foods. If +there is a tendency to regain weight and strength slowly, the child may be +given an increased amount of pasteurized cream or good butter. If the +child prefers cod-liver oil, this may be substituted. + +The important point about the prevention of the disease is the fact that, +judging from the experiments of Anderson and Goldberger above referred to, +measles is rarely transmissible after the fever has gone down. +Experimenting with monkeys, they found that they were unable to transmit +measles from monkey to monkey after the stage of fever had ceased. It used +to be thought that the germs of measles were in the scales of skin which +were shed at the close of the disease. + +It is thought by some that there may be chronic carriers of measles, but +this is not at all proven. It is also believed that a discharging ear +following measles may be the means of continuing the transmission of the +disease. This is not proven. There are on record a large number of +instances which seem to point to the fact that under certain conditions a +third person may carry the infection from the sick to the well. +Transmission of measles to human beings by the lower animals is still +unproven. + +It is not known what the cause of measles is. A great many scientists have +described germs which they believe to be the causal agents, but up to date +these have not been positively proven as the cause of measles. We do, +however, know that the infection of measles is found in the secretions +from the nose and throat during the first stages of the disease; therefore +persons suffering with measles should not be allowed to come in contact +with well persons until the period of fever has well passed. + +Since the disease is known to be spread by the sputum, the prime measure +in the prevention of this disease is to prevent the sputum from the sick +being taken into the system of well persons. Children with measles should +be provided with a quantity of soft paper napkins, and as soon as the +napkins become soiled they should be burned. Children should be taught +that they must always hold a handkerchief in front of the mouth while +coughing. This is a measure which tends to control the spread of a good +many diseases besides measles, because during coughing and sneezing sputum +may be thrown several feet. Everything which has come in contact with +measles patients should be sterilized before it is allowed to come in +contact with other people or other things which may be handled or used by +other people. Bedclothes, napkins, table linen, towels, and the like may +be sterilized by boiling. + +When it is known that measles exists in a community, no child having a bad +cough should be allowed to come in contact with other children during the +first three or four days of the cough. + +It is little less than criminal to permit children known to have measles +to come in contact with well children. In this connection it may be +remarked that while it is generally considered that one attack of measles +confers immunity, there are many cases on record of second and third +attacks. It is true that the second attacks are usually very mild, but too +great reliance should not be placed on this immunity. + +Children should be discouraged as far as possible from playing games which +will permit of an interchange of nasal or mouth secretions. It is the duty +of every parent having measles in the home to see to it that it is +reported to the public-health authorities. It is equally the duty of +parents to see to it that their children do not come in contact with well +children during the time when the infection may be transmitted. Measles +kills more people in the United States every year than smallpox. You can’t +kill a child any deader with smallpox than you can with measles. It is the +duty of private citizens and municipalities to take every known measure +for the prevention of the spread of this disease. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20024.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20024.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d5278876c1c8ca344df36a6fc6538a885fe546a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20024.txt @@ -0,0 +1,733 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, Mark C. Orton, Fox in the Stars +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: + +Illustrations are explained at the end of the text.] + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Crankisms + +By +Lisle +de +Vaux +MATTHEWMAN + +Pictured +By +Clare +Victor +DWIGGINS + + +* MCMI * +HENRY T. +COATES & CO. +PHILADELPHIA + + + + +Copyright, 1901, by +Henry T. Coates & Company. +_All rights reserved._ + + + + +If I may be permitted to offer a suggestion, the Crankisms +should be read in the spirit in which sermons are listened +to--with the object of discovering whom they hit. This will +furnish amusement, for what is more entertaining than trying +the cap on others? + +The settings speak for themselves; but the author desires +to express his indebtedness to the artist for having infused +life into and lent grace to dead bones of words, and for +having, in many cases, given to those words a deeper and +more subtle meaning than they themselves could be made to +express. + +L. de V. M. + +May, +1901. + + + + +1 + +The kisses of an enemy are deceitful, but not as deceitful +as the advice of the friend who is always counseling you for +your own good. + + +2 + +The best and the worst in man respond only to woman's +touch--unfortunately for man. + + +3 + +Men reason; women do not. Woman has no logic, and judging +from the use it is to man, is better off without it. + + +4 + +The present arrangement of society refuses to many the +means to live, while forbidding them the right to die when +they wish. + + +5 + +Woman generally tries to attract a man's eye, and then +blames him for being caught by prettiness and superficial +charms. But she rarely tries to appeal to his better self. + + +6 + +The man who is pockmarked has most to say against freckles. + + +7 + +Charity covers a multitude of sins which are committed in +her name. + + +8 + +Life is full of golden opportunities for doing what we do +not want to do. + + +9 + +Never compliment a woman and you will earn her undying +enmity. Respect is rarely appreciated by her; but +compliments are always at a premium, even counterfeits being +accepted as greedily as the real. + + +10 + +When we grow old we walk unfeelingly over that which we, +in our youth, madly chased. + + +11 + +The biggest fool is the one who thinks he can fool others +with impunity without them knowing and resenting it. + + +12 + +When we get what we want we are always disappointed to find +that it is not what we wanted. + + +13 + +Like does not always worship like: Beauty often worships the +Beast. + + +14 + +We were all in the front row when modesty was served out--at +least we think so. + + +15 + +Because some men are ruined by intemperance it does not +follow that all should become abstainers, any more than +because some men are ruined by marriage all men should +remain single. + + +16 + +What men see in women or women in men to admire is generally +a puzzle to those who know the men and women in question +intimately. + + +17 + +The only compliment which a woman really dislikes is that +which is paid to another. + + +18 + +Things have changed since Shakespeare's time: men's evil +deeds we write in sympathetic ink; their virtues on marble +tombstones. + + +19 + +Our own weaknesses we regard as misfortunes from which we +cannot escape; the weaknesses of others we consider crimes. + + +20 + +No matter how well we do, we are sure to be anxious to +impress upon others that what we have achieved is trifling-- +compared with that of which we are capable. + + +21 + +A woman is not a woman merely by reason of her sex, any more +than an angel is of necessity an angel of light. + + +22 + +We are quite able, while hating sin, to pity and be +charitable to the sinner--when we happen to be the sinner +concerned. + + +23 + +The commonly accepted idea that a woman of beauty is of +necessity lacking in mental qualities, must have originated +in the head of some woman who possessed neither. + + +24 + +The Devil is not as black as he is painted. In fact, he is +more like us than we care to admit. + + +25 + +Faithful are the wounds of a friend; and as it is more +blessed to give than to receive, we prefer to do the +wounding. + + +26 + + The naked truth and a naked lie + Are shocking alike to society. + + +27 + +A man often envies another man his physical +qualities--rarely his mental. As we have no soul mirror we +cannot see the reflection of our spiritual deformities. + + +28 + +It is easy to have conscientious scruples when they are +profitable. + + +29 + +The man who marries for money is a fool, but rarely as big a +fool as he who marries for love. + + +30 + +When you have done a man a favor do not insist too earnestly +that it is a mere trifle, or he may take you at your word +and not trouble to repay it; which would be very +disappointing. + + +31 + +The gentle art of making enemies is the one natural +accomplishment which is common to all sorts and conditions +of men--and women. + + +32 + +What we think of ourselves combined with what others think +of us is a very fair estimate. + + +33 + +If a girl cannot make up her mind between two men it is +because she has no mind worth making up. + +Besides, any man who will knowingly be one of two is not +worth the trouble of thinking about. + + +34 + +If we devoted as much attention to our own affairs as we +freely give to those of others, we and others would be +gainers. + + +35 + +Merit, like the show inside a circus, is of comparatively +little use as a drawing card; it is the bluff and buncombe +the banging drum and megaphone of the barker which is the +successful magnet. + + +36 + +We always know what we should do under certain +circumstances, but unfortunately we never find circumstances +arranged so as to suit what we do. + + +37 + +An over sensitive conscience is simply the evidence of +spiritual dyspepsia. The man who has it is no better than +his fellows. + + +38 + +Generosity, as commonly understood, consists in forcing upon +others that for which one has no use. + + +39 + +There is a greater difference between really thinking and +only thinking that we think than most of us think. + + +40 + +We rashly demand that the devil shall have his due, +forgetting that if that gentleman gets all that is coming to +him it will go badly with some of us. + + +41 + +If women knew themselves as well as they know men--and if +men knew women as well as they know themselves--things would +be very much as they are. + + +42 + +Before he knows a woman a man often thinks her an angel; +when he knows her he knows--er--better. + + +43 + +A critic is one who knows perfectly well how a thing should +be done, but is unable to do it. Therefore we are all the +keenest critics in matters of which we know least. + + +44 + +From all enemies and most friends, good Lord, deliver us! + + +45 + +Everything comes to the man who waits + +but that is no inducement to wait-- for no man wants +everything. + +He usually wants one thing in particular-- just that one +which he never gets, no matter how long he waits. + + +46 + +When a man has drained the dregs of the bitterness of life, +hope and fear no longer exist in him, only indifference +which produces stupefaction. + + +47 + +Forbidden fruit has no attraction until we know that it is +forbidden. + + +48 + +A man can be judged from the theatres he frequents and the +ladies who accompany him there. + + +49 + +Criticism grows faint in the presence of successful +achievement. + + +50-51 + +A man may confess that his judgment was at fault, +but + +never that his intentions were other than strictly +honorable. + + +52 + +Our last match never ignites except when we are sure it will +not, and are prepared for the worst. + + +53 + +It is impossible to serve two masters, and few of us try. +We are satisfied to praise God from whom all blessings flow +while we cash the checks of Mammon. + + +54 + +Our own success is due to our indomitable energy and other +deserving traits; that of others largely to blind luck. With +our energy and the good luck of others what could we not +achieve! + + +55 + +The trouble with most reformers that they waste their time +and energy trying to reform somebody else. + + +56 + +We are convinced in our own minds that every man deserves +what he gets; but, judging from ourselves, not every one +gets what he deserves. + + +57 + +If we saw ourselves as others see us we should not believe +our own eyes; but we should have a still lower opinion of +the rest of the world than we now have. + + +58 + +When we care we usually don't dare; when we dare we don't +often care. + + +59 + +What sounds so sweet as the human voice--to the one who is +doing the talking! + + +60 + +Words may be mere wind, but then so is a tornado. + + +61 + +Laugh, and the world laughs with you; cry, and the world +laughs at you. + + +62 + +A proverbial expression is often a crystallized lie which we +should like to believe. + + +63 + +Because everything is for the best it does not follow that +it is for our best. + + +64 + +It is easier to moralize than to be moral. + + +65 + +The difference between an actress on the stage and a woman +not on the stage is a matter of here and there. + + +66 + +Ignorance is not so surprising, nor such a mark of +inferiority, as unwillingness to learn. + + +67 + +He who grows indignant when his veracity is questioned +generally has good and sufficient reason therefor. + + +68 + +Our joys are mainly those of prospect and retrospect. + + +69 + +It is not to be expected that the average man should know +what a real woman is like--he so rarely sees one. + + +70 + +The Chinese promise and never intend to perform; we promise +and do intend to perform. + +The result is about the same. + + +71 + +Woman regards the criticizing of her sex as her own +prerogative, and criticizes more bitterly than any man would +think of doing; but she resents any criticism, no matter how +just, from man. + + +72 + +Lambs, it is true, gambol, but in due time they all get +fleeced. + + +73 + +What we need is some philosopher to tell us how to be happy +when we have every reason for being unhappy. + + +74 + +The most striking trait of the average man is unwillingness +to be convinced--that we are right and he is wrong. + + +75 + +If man were so constituted that he could pat himself on the +back gracefully, or kick himself effectively, he would spend +most of his spare time doing one or the other. + + +76 + +Most of us live as if we expected to be judged from our +epitaph rather than from our conduct. + + +77 + +The world is a paradise for fools, a purgatory or worse for +others. + + +78 + +When we have the capacity of enjoying we have not the reason +for enjoyment; when we do have good and sufficient grounds +we no longer have the capacity. + + +79 + +To be happy, give; to be successful, take; to be happy and +successful, give and take. + + +80 + +What a woman admires in a man depends on whether she is +married or single. + + +81 + +Confidence given is usually confidence misplaced. + + +82 + +Women admire the gilded youth because he is a golden calf. + + +83 + +Even those who do not repeat scandal are generally willing +to listen to it. Talk of the virtues of another, and, as a +rule, your hearers will get bored; only hint that you could +a tale unfold and you will secure perfect attention. + + +84 + +We forget that once upon a time we were little children; but +the unpleasant fact that we are big children is being +constantly forced upon us, together with the moral certainty +that we shall never be anything else. + + +85 + +A man considers his little weaknesses amiable traits; +a woman--a woman will not admit that she has a weakness. + + +86 + +God's call, through the still small voice, to preach, is +much more irresistible when megaphoned by a wealthy church. + + +87 + +Many who sing loud praises to God, pay heavy tribute to the +devil. + + +88 + +If the world is, as is so often whined, growing worse, it is +partly because of our presence in it. + + +89 + +The counsel of a good book is far superior to that of a man +who says one thing and does another. + + +90 + +If other people would only be as reasonable as we are, what +a heaven this earth would be. + + +91 + +The world has no sympathy for the gambler who loses. + + +92 + +Trust in God, but keep a sharp lookout on your friends. + + +93 + +Tell the truth and you will shame the devil; you will also +surprise him very often. + + +94 + +The knowledge that virtue is its own reward is what deters +many from well doing. + + +95 + +It requires no particular skill to win the game when Fortune +has dealt you all the trumps. + + +96 + +We give much more thought to what is due to us than to what +is due from us. + + +97 + +A camel may not be able to pass through the eye of a needle, +but that does not deter many a lobster from trying to do so. + + +98 + +The man who sees things as they are is regarded as a madman, +just as those were formerly looked upon who maintained that +the earth was round. The average man sees things as they +seem to be. + + +99 + +We are all convinced of the righteousness and reasonableness +of majority rule--when we happen to belong to the majority. + + +100 + +The greater his trouble, the more a man hugs it to his +heart. + + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +[Illustrations: + +Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html +version of this text may wish to view some individual +pictures, located within the "images" directory of the +html file. Complete page images are named in the form +"pageN.png", using the number of each "Crankism" as +the page number. 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Co. +Copyright, 1918, By the Public Ledger +Copyright, 1918, By the Press Publishing Co. + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +NOTE + +The only reason for printing this little book is that many people have +expressed a desire to have the memorial poem, "Golden Stars," in a +permanent form. + +The other verses are included simply because they are a wayside record +of some of the varied feelings of an old lover of peace who was willing +to fight for it,--feelings which may find a response in other American +hearts. + +Henry van Dyke. +Avalon, January 6, 1919. + + + + +CONTENTS + + PAGE + The Peaceful Warrior 3 + The Winds of War-News 4 + Righteous Wrath 5 + Facta non Verba 6 + From Glory unto Glory 7 + Signs of the Zodiac 10 + Britain, France, America 13 + The Red Cross 14 + Easter Road, 1918 15 + America's Welcome Home 17 + The Surrender of the German Fleet 19 + Golden Stars 21 + + + + +THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR + + +I have no joy in strife, + Peace is my great desire; +Yet God forbid I lose my life + Through fear to face the fire. + +A peaceful man must fight + For that which peace demands,-- +Freedom and faith, honor and right, + Defend with heart and hands. + +Farewell, my friendly books; + Farewell, ye woods and streams; +The fate that calls me forward looks + To a duty beyond dreams. + +Oh, better to be dead + With a face turned to the sky, +Than live beneath a slavish dread + And serve a giant lie. + +Stand up, my heart, and strive + For the things most dear to thee! +Why should we care to be alive + Unless the world is free? + +May, 1918. + + + + +THE WINDS OF WAR-NEWS + + +The winds of war-news change and veer +Now westerly and full of cheer, +Now easterly, depressing, sour +With tidings of the Teutons' power. + +But thou, America, whose heart +With brave Allies has taken part, +Be not a weathercock to change +With these wild winds that shift and range. + +Be thou a compass ever true, +Through sullen clouds or skies of blue, +To that great star which rules the night,-- +The star of Liberty and Right. + +Lover of peace, oh set thy soul, +Thy strength, thy wealth, thy conscience whole, +To win the peace thine eyes foresee,-- +The triumph of Democracy. + +December 19, 1917. + + + + +RIGHTEOUS WRATH + + +There are many kinds of hatred, as many kinds of fire; +And some are fierce and fatal with murderous desire; +And some are mean and craven, revengeful, sullen, slow, +They hurt the man that holds them more than they hurt his foe. + +And yet there is a hatred that purifies the heart: +The anger of the better against the baser part, +Against the false and wicked, against the tyrant's sword, +Against the enemies of love, and all that hate the Lord. + +O cleansing indignation, O flame of righteous wrath, +Give me a soul to feel thee and follow in thy path! +Save me from selfish virtue, arm me for fearless fight, +And give me strength to carry on, a soldier of the Right! + +January, 1918. + + + + +_FACTA NON VERBA_ + + +_Deeds not Words_: I say so too! +And yet I find it somehow true, +A word may help a man in need, +To nobler act and braver deed. + + + + +FROM GLORY UNTO GLORY + +American Flag Song + + +I + +O dark the night and dim the day + When first our flag arose; +It fluttered bravely in the fray + To meet o'erwhelming foes. +Our fathers saw the splendor shine, + They dared and suffered all; +They won our freedom by the sign-- +The holy sign, the radiant sign-- + Of the stars that never fall. + +_Chorus_ + +All hail to thee, Young Glory! + Among the flags of earth +We'll ne'er forget the story + Of thy heroic birth. + +II + +O wild the later storm that shook + The pillars of the State, +When brother against brother took + The final arms of fate. +But union lived and peace divine + Enfolded brothers all; +The flag floats o'er them with the sign-- +The loyal sign, the equal sign-- + Of the stars that never fall. + +_Chorus_ + +All hail to thee, Old Glory! + Of thee our heart's desire +Foretells a golden story, + For thou hast come through fire. + +III + +O fiercer than all wars before + That raged on land or sea, +The Giant Robber's world-wide war + For the things that shall not be! +Thy sister banners hold the line; + To thee, dear flag, they call; +And thou hast joined them with the sign-- +The heavenly sign, the victor sign-- + Of the stars that never fall. + +_Chorus_ + +All hail to thee, New Glory! + We follow thee unfurled +To write the larger story + Of Freedom for the World. + +September 4, 1918. + + + + +SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC + + +Who knows how many thousand years ago +The twelvefold Zodiac was made to show +The course of stars above and men below? + +The great sun plows his furrow by its "lines": +From all its "houses" mystic meaning shines: +Deep lore of life is written in its "signs." + + _Aries_--Sacrifice. + +Snow-white and sacred is the sacrifice +That Heaven demands for what our heart doth prize: +The man who fears to suffer, ne'er can rise. + + _Taurus_--Strength. + +Rejoice, my friend, if God has made you strong: +Put forth your force to move the world along: +Yet never shame your strength to do a wrong. + + _Gemini_--Brotherhood. + +Bitter his life who lives for self alone, +Poor would he be with riches and a throne: +But friendship doubles all we are and own. + + _Cancer_--The Wisdom of Retreat. + +Learn from the crab, O runner fresh and fleet, +Sideways to move, or backward, when discreet; +Life is not all advance,--sometimes retreat! + + _Leo_--Fire. + +The sign of Leo is the sign of fire. +Hatred we hate: but no man should desire +A heart too cold to flame with righteous ire. + + _Virgo_--Love. + +Mysterious symbol, words are all in vain +To tell the secret power by which you reign, +The more we love, the less we can explain. + + _Libra_--Justice. + +Examine well the scales with which you weigh; +Let justice rule your conduct every day; +For when you face the Judge you'll need fair play + + _Scorpio_--Self-Defense. + +There's not a creature in the realm of night +But has the wish to live, likewise the right: +Don't tread upon the scorpion, or he'll fight. + + _Sagittarius_--The Archer. + +Life is an arrow, therefore you must know +What mark to aim at, how to use the bow,-- +Then draw it to the head and let it go! + + _Capricornus_--The Goat. + +The goat looks solemn, yet he likes to run, +And leap the rocks, and gambol in the sun: +The truly wise enjoy a little fun. + + _Aquarius_--Water. + +"Like water spilt upon the ground,"--alas, +Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; +Yet may they bring rich harvests and green grass! + + _Pisces_--The Fishes. + +Last of the sacred signs, ye bring to me +A word of hope, a word of mystery,-- +We all are swimmers in God's mighty sea. + +February 28. 1918. + + + + +BRITAIN, FRANCE, AMERICA + + +The rough expanse of democratic sea +Which parts the lands that live by liberty +Is no division; for their hearts are one. +To fight together till their cause is won. + +For land and water let us make our pact, +And seal the solemn word with valiant act: +No continent is firm, no ocean pure, +Until on both the rights of man are sure. + +April, 1917. + + + + +THE RED CROSS + + +Sign of the Love Divine + That bends to bear the load +Of all who suffer, all who bleed, + Along life's thorny road: + +Sign of the Heart Humane, + That through the darkest fight +Would bring to wounded friend and foe + A ministry of light: + +O dear and holy sign, + Lead onward like a star! +The armies of the just are thine, + And all we have and are. + +October 20, 1918, +for the Red Cross Christmas Roll Call. + + + + +EASTER ROAD + +1918 + + +Under the cloud of world-wide war, +While earth is drenched with sorrow, +I have no heart for idle merrymaking, +Or for the fashioning of glad raiment.-- +I will retrace the divine footmarks, +On the Road of the first Easter + +Down through the valley of utter darkness +Dripping with blood and tears; +Over the hill of the skull, the little hill of great anguish, +The ambuscade of Death. +Into the no-man's-land of Hades +Bearing despatches of hope to spirits in prison, +Mortally stricken and triumphant +Went the faithful Captain of Salvation. + +Then upward, swiftly upward,-- +Victory, liberty, glory, +The feet that were wounded walked in the tranquil garden, +Bathed in dew and the light of deathless dawn. +O my soul, my comrades, soldiers of freedom, +Follow the pathway of Easter, for there is no other, +Follow it through to peace, yea, follow it fighting. + +This Armageddon is not darker than Calvary. +The day will break when the Dragon is vanquished; +He that exalteth himself as God shall be cast down, +And the Lords of war shall fall, +And the long, long terror be ended, +Victory, justice, peace enduring! +They that die in this cause shall live forever, +And they that live shall never die, +They shall rejoice together in the Easter of a new world. + +March 31, 1918. + + + + +AMERICA'S WELCOME HOME + + +Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue, +America's crusading host of warriors bold and true; +They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies, +And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes. + + _Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me! + Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be, + In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars, + Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars._ + +Our boys have seen the Old World as none have seen before. +They know the grisly horror of the German gods of war: +The noble faith of Britain and the hero-heart of France, +The soul of Belgium's fortitude and Italy's romance. + +They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea, +"America swears brotherhood with all the just and free." +They wrote that word victorious on fields of mortal strife, +And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life. + +Oh, welcome home in Heaven's peace, dear spirits of the dead! +And welcome home ye living sons America hath bred! +The lords of war are beaten down, your glorious task is done; +You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won. + + _Now it's home again, and home again, our hearts are turning west, + Of all the lands beneath the sun America is best. + We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars, + Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars._ + +November 11, 1918. +A sequel to "America For Me," written in 1909. + + + + +THE SURRENDER OF THE GERMAN FLEET + + +Ship after ship, and every one with a high-resounding name, +From the robber-nest of Heligoland the German war-fleet came; +Not victory or death they sought, but a rendezvous of shame. + + _Sing out, sing out, + A joyful shout, + Ye lovers of the sea! + The "Kaiser" and the "Kaiserin," + The "Koenig" and the "Prinz," + The potentates of piracy, + Are coming to surrender, + And the ocean shall be free._ + +They never dared the final fate of battle on the blue; +Their sea-wolves murdered merchantmen and mocked the drowning crew; +They stained the wave with martyr-blood,--but we sent our transports + through! + +What flags are these that dumbly droop from the gaff o' the mainmast tall? +The black of the Kaiser's iron cross, the red of the Empire's fall! +Come down, come down, ye pirate flags. Yea, strike your colors all. + +The Union Jack and the Tricolor and the Starry Flag o' the West +Shall guard the fruit of Freedom's war and the victory confest, +The flags of the brave and just and free shall rule on the ocean's breast. + + _Sing out, sing out, + A mighty shout, + Ye lovers of the sea! + The "Kaiser" and the "Kaiserin," + The "Koenig" and the "Prinz" + The robber-lords of death and sin, + Have come to their surrender, + And the ocean shall be free!_ + +November 20, 1918. + + + + +GOLDEN STARS + + +I + +It was my lot of late to travel far +Through all America's domain, +A willing, grey-haired servitor +Bearing the Fiery Cross of righteous war. +And everywhere, on mountain, vale and plain, +In crowded street and lonely cottage door, +I saw the symbol of the bright blue star. +Millions of stars! Rejoice, dear land, rejoice +That God hath made thee great enough to give +Beneath thy starry flag unfurled +A gift to all the world,-- +Thy living sons that Liberty might live. + +II + +It seems but yesterday they sallied forth +Boys of the east, the west, the south, the north, +High-hearted, keen, with laughter and with song, +Fearless of lurking danger on the sea, +Eager to fight in Flanders or in France +Against the monstrous German wrong, +And sure of victory! +Brothers in soul with British and with French +They held their ground in many a bloody trench; +And when the swift word came-- +_Advance!_ +Over the top they went through waves of flame,-- +Confident, reckless, irresistible, +Real Americans,-- +Their rush was never stayed +Until the foe fell back, defeated and dismayed. +O land that bore them, write upon thy roll +Of battles won +To liberate the human soul, +Chateau Thierry and Saint Mihiel +And the fierce agony of the Argonne; +Yea, count among thy little rivers, dear +Because of friends whose feet have trodden there, +The Marne, the Meuse, and the Moselle. + +III + +Now the vile sword +In Potsdam forged and bathed in hell, +Is beaten down, the victory given +To the sword forged in faith and bathed in heaven. +Now home again our heroes come: +Oh, welcome them with bugle and with drum, +Ring bells, blow whistles, make a joyful noise +Unto the Lord, +And welcome home our blue-star boys, +Whose manhood has made known +To all the world America, +Unselfish, brave and free, the Great Republic, +Who lives not to herself alone. + +IV + +But many a lad we hold +Dear in our heart of hearts +Is missing from the home-returning host. +Ah, say not they are lost, +For they have found and given their life +In sacrificial strife: +Their service stars have changed from blue to gold! +That sudden rapture took them far away, +Yet are they here with us today, +Even as the heavenly stars we cannot see +Through the bright veil of sunlight +Shed their influence still +On our vexed life, and promise peace +From God to all men of good will. + +V + +What wreaths shall we entwine +For our dear boys to deck their holy shrine? + Mountain-laurel, morning-glory, + Goldenrod and asters blue, + Purple loosestrife, prince's-pine, + Wild-azalea, meadow-rue, + Nodding-lilies, columbine,-- +All the native blooms that grew +In these fresh woods and pastures new, +Wherein they loved to ramble and to play. +Bring no exotic flowers: +America was in their hearts, +And they are ours +For ever and a day. + +VI + +O happy warriors, forgive the tear + Falling from eyes that miss you; +Forgive the word of grief from mother-lips + That ne'er on earth shall kiss you; +Hear only what our hearts would have you hear,-- +Glory and praise and gratitude and pride +From the dear country in whose cause you died. +Now you have run your race and won your prize, +Old age shall never burden you, the fears +And conflicts that beset our lingering years +Shall never vex your souls in Paradise. +Immortal, young, and crowned with victory, +From life's long battle you have found release. + And He who died for all on Calvary +Has welcomed you, brave soldiers of the cross, + Into eternal Peace. + +VII + +Come, let us gird our loins and lift our load, +Companions who are left on life's rough road, +And bravely take the way that we must tread +To keep true faith with our beloved dead. +To conquer war they dared their lives to give, +To safeguard peace our hearts must learn to live. +Help us, dear God, our forward faith to hold! +We want a better world than that of old. +Lead us on paths of high endeavor, +Toiling upward, climbing ever, +Ready to suffer for the right, +Until at last we gain a loftier height, +More worthy to behold +Our guiding stars, our hero-stars of gold. + +Ode for the Memorial Service, +Princeton University, December 15, 1918. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20255.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20255.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a7e4b863d4df6dd42a9ffae1212994b69ad4d8aa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20255.txt @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Rich Kuslan + + + + + +THE UNRULY SPRITE + +By Henry van Dyke + +A Partial Fairy Tale + + +There was once a man who was also a writer of books. + +The merit of his books lies beyond the horizon of this tale. No doubt +some of them were good, and some of them were bad, and some were merely +popular. But he was all the time trying to make them better, for he +was quite an honest man, and thankful that the world should give him a +living for his writing. Moreover, he found great delight in the doing of +it, which was something that did not enter into the world's account--a +kind of daily Christmas present in addition to his wages. + +But the interesting thing about the man was that he had a clan or train +of little sprites attending him--small, delicate, aerial creatures, +who came and went around him at their pleasure, and showed him wonderful +things, and sang to him, and kept him from being discouraged, and often +helped him with his work. + +If you ask me what they were and where they came from, I must frankly +tell you that I do not know. Neither did the man know. Neither does +anybody else know. + +But he had sense enough to understand that they were real--just as +real as any of the other mysterious things, like microbes, and polonium, +and chemical affinities, and the northern lights, by which we are +surrounded. Sometimes it seemed as if the sprites were the children of +the flowers that die in blooming; and sometimes as if they came in a +flock with the birds from the south; and sometimes as if they rose one +by one from the roots of the trees in the deep forest, or from the +waves of the sea when the moon lay upon them; and sometimes as if they +appeared suddenly in the streets of the city after the people had passed +by and the houses had gone to sleep. They were as light as thistle-down, +as unsubstantial as mists upon the mountain, as wayward and flickering +as will-o'-the-wisps. But there was something immortal about them, +and the man knew that the world would be nothing to him without their +presence and comradeship. + +Most of these attendant sprites were gentle and docile; but there was +one who had a strain of wildness in him. In his hand he carried a bow, +and at his shoulder a quiver of arrows, and he looked as if, some day or +other, he might be up to mischief. + +Now this man was much befriended by a certain lady, to whom he used to +bring his stories in order that she might tell him whether they were +good, or bad, or merely popular. But whatever she might think of the +stories, always she like the man, and of the airy fluttering sprites +she grew so fond that it almost seemed as if they were her own children. +This was not unnatural, for they were devoted to her; they turned the +pages of her book when she read; they made her walks through the forest +pleasant and friendly; they lit lanterns for her in the dark; they +brought flowers to her and sang to her, as well as to the man. Of this +he was glad, because of his great friendship for the lady and his desire +to see her happy. + +But one day she complained to him of the sprite who carried the bow. "He +is behaving badly," she said; "he teases me." + +"That surprises me," said the man, "and I am distressed to hear it; for +at heart he is rather good and to you he is deeply attached. But how +does he tease you, dear lady? What does he do?" + +"Oh, nothing," she answered, "and that is what annoys me. The others are +all busy with your affairs or mine. But this idle one follows me like my +shadow, and looks at me all the time. It is not at all polite. I fear he +has a vacant mind and has not been well brought up." + +"That may easily be," said the man, "for he came to me very suddenly one +day, and I have never inquired about his education." + +"But you ought to do so," said she; "it is your duty to have him taught +to know his place, and not to tease, and other useful lessons." + +"You are always right," said the man, "and it shall be just as you say." + +On the way home he talked seriously to the sprite and told him how +impolite he had been, and arranged a plan for his schooling in botany, +diplomacy, music, psychology, deportment, and other useful studies. + +The rest of the sprites came in to the school-room every day, to get +some of the profitable lessons. The sat around quiet and orderly, so +that it was quite like a kindergarten. But the principal pupil was +restless and troublesome. + +"You are never still," said the man, "you have an idle mind and +wandering thoughts." + +"No!" said the sprite, shaking his head. "It is true my mind is not on +my lessons. But my thoughts do not wander at all. They always follow +yours." + +Then the man stopped talking, and the other sprites laughed behind their +hands. But the one who had been reproved went on drawing pictures in the +back of his botany book. The face in the pictures was always the same, +but none of them seemed to satisfy him, for he always rubbed them out +and began over again. + +After several weeks of hard work the master thought his pupil must have +learned something, so he gave him a holiday, and asked him what he would +like to do. + +"Go with you," he answered, "when you take her your new stories." + +So they went together, and the lady complimented the writer on his +success as an educator. + +"Your pupil does you credit," said she, "he talks nicely about botany +and deportment. But I am a little troubled to see him looking so pale. +Perhaps you have been too severe with him. I must take him out in the +garden with me every day to play a while." + +"You have a kind heart," said the man, "and I hope he will appreciate +it." + +This agreeable and amicable life continued for some weeks, and everybody +was glad that affairs had arranged themselves. But one day the lady +brought a new complaint. + +"He is a strange little creature, and he has begun to annoy me in the +most extraordinary way." "That is bad," said the man. "What does he +do now?" + +"Oh, nothing," she answered, "and that is just the trouble. When I want +to talk about you, he refuses, and says he does not like you as much as +he used to. When I propose to play a game, he says he is tired and would +rather sit under a tree and hear stories. When I tell them he says they +do not suit him, they all end happily, and that is stupid. He is very +perverse. But he clings to me like a bur. He is always teasing me to +tell him the name of every flower in my garden and given him one of +every kind." + +"Is he rude about it?" + +"Not exactly rude, but he is all the more annoying because he is so +polite, and I always feel that he wants something different." + +"He must not do that," said the man. "He must learn to want what you +wish." + +"But how can he learn what I wish? I do not always know that myself." + +"It may be difficult," said the man, "but all the same he must learn it +for your sake. I will deal with him." + +So he took the unruly sprite out into the desert and gave him a +sound beating with thorn branches. The blood ran down the poor little +creature's arms and legs, and the teats down the man's cheeks. But the +only words that he said were: "You must learn to want what she wishes +--do you hear?--you must want what she wishes." At last the sprite +whimpered and said: "Yes, I hear; I will wish what she wants." Then the +man stopped beating him, and went back to his house, and wrote a little +story that was really good. + +But the sprite lay on his face in the desert for a long time, sobbing as +if his heart would break. Then he fell asleep and laughed in his dreams. +When he awoke it was night and the moon was shining silver. He rubbed +his eyes and whispered to himself, "Now I must find out what she wants." +With that he leaped up, and the moonbeams washed him white as he passed +through them to the lady's house. + +The next afternoon, when the man came to read her the really good story, +she would not listen. + +"No," she said, "I am very angry with you." + +"Why?" + +"You know well enough." + +"Upon my honour, I do not." + +"What?" cried the lady. "You profess ignorance, when he distinctly said-- + +"Pardon," said the man, "but who said?" + +"Your unruly sprite," she answered, indignant. "He came last night +outside my window, which was wide open for the moon, and shot an arrow +into my breast--a little baby arrow, but it hurt. And when I cried +out for the pain, he climbed up to me and kissed the place, saying that +would make it well. And he swore that you made him promise to come. If +that is true, I will never speak to you again." + +"Then of course," said the man, "it is not true. And now what do you +want me to do with this unruly sprite?" + +"Get rid of him," said she firmly. + +"I will," replied the man, and he bowed over her hand and went away. + +He stayed for a long time--nearly a week--and when he came back he +brought several sad verses with him to read. "They are very dull," said +the lady; "what is the matter with you?" He confessed that he did not +know, and began to talk learnedly about the Greek and Persian poets, +until the lady was consumed with a fever of dulness. + +"You are simply impossible!" she cried. "I wonder at myself for having +chosen such a friend!" + +"I am sorry indeed," said the man. + +"For what?" + +"For having disappointed you as a friend, and also for having lost my +dear unruly sprite who kept me from being dull." + +"Lost him!" exclaimed the lady. "How?" + +"By now," said the man, "he must be quite dead, for I tied him to a tree +in the forest five days a go and left him to starve." + +"You are a brute," said the lady, "and a very stupid man. Come, take +me to the tree. At least we can bury the poor sprite, and then we shall +part forever." + +So he took her by the hand and guided her through the woods, and they +talked much of the sadness of parting forever. + +When they came to the tree, there was the little sprite, with his wrists +and ankles bound, lying upon the moss. His eyes were closed, and his +body was white as a snowdrop. They knelt down, one on each side of him, +and untied the cord. To their surprise his hands felt warm. "I believe +he is not quite dead," said the lady. "Shall we try to bring him to +life?" asked the man. And with that they fell to chafing his wrists +and his palms. Presently he gave each of them a slight pressure of the +fingers. + +"Did you feel that?" cried she. + +"Indeed I did," the man answered. "It shook me to the core. Would you +like to take him on your lap so that I can chafe his feet?" + +The lady nodded and took the soft little body on her knees and held +it close to her, while the man kneeled before her rubbing the small, +milk-white feet with strong and tender touches. Presently, as they were +thus engaged, they heard the sprite faintly whispering, while one of his +eyelids flickered: + +"I think--if each of you--would kiss me--on opposite cheeks--at the +same moment--those kind of movements would revive me." + +The two friends looked at each other, and the man spoke first. + +"He talks ungrammatically, and I think he is an incorrigible little +savage, but I love him. Shall we try his idea?" + +"If you love him," said the lady, "I am willing to try, provided you +shut your eyes." + +So they both shut their eyes and tried. + +But just at that moment the unruly sprite slipped down, and put his +hands behind their heads, and the two mouths that sought his cheeks met +lip to lip in a kiss so warm, so long, so sweet that everything else was +forgotten. + +Now you can easily see that as the persons who had this strange +experience were the ones who told me the tale, their forgetfulness +at this point leaves it of necessity half-told. But I know from other +sources that the man who was also a writer went on making books, and +the lady always told him truly whether they were good, bad, or merely +popular. But what the unruly sprite is doing now nobody knows. + +FINIS + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20360.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20360.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f275abb6c4939f4db2eca4b6014d53f736c5cef8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20360.txt @@ -0,0 +1,563 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Louise Pryor and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + + + + + NO + ABOLITION + OF + SLAVERY; + + OR THE + UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE: + + A + P O E M. + + * * * * * + + _Facit indignatio versus._ HORAT. + + _Omnia vincit amor._ OVID. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR R. FAULDER, IN NEW BOND STREET. + MDCCXCI. + + [Price One Shilling and Sixpence.] + + + + + Entered at Stationer's Hall + + + ERRATUM. + + P. 13, l. 7, for mighty _read_ magick. + + + + + TO + THE RESPECTABLE BODY + OF + WEST-INDIA PLANTERS AND MERCHANTS, + + THE FOLLOWING POEM + IS INSCRIBED BY + + THE AUTHOUR. + + + + +NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY: OR, THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE. + +ADDRESSED TO MISS ----. + + + ----Most pleasing of thy sex, + Born to delight and never vex; + Whose kindness gently can controul + My wayward turbulence of soul. + + Pry'thee, my dearest, dost thou read, 5 + The Morning _Prints_, and ever heed + MINUTES, which tell how time's mispent, + In either House of Parliament? + + See T----, with the front of Jove! + But not like Jove with thunder grac'd{1}, 10 + In Westminster's superb alcove + Like the unhappy Theseus plac'd{2}. + Day after day indignant swells + His generous breast, while still he hears + _Impeachment's_ fierce relentless yells, 15 + Which stir his bile and grate his ears. + + And what a dull vain barren shew + ST. STEPHEN'S luckless Chapel fills; + Our notions of respect how low, + While fools bring in their idle Bills. 20 + + Noodles{3}, who rave for abolition + Of _th' African's improv'd condition_{4}, + At your own cost fine projects try; + Dont _rob_--from _pure humanity_. + + Go, W------, with narrow scull, 25 + Go home, and preach away at Hull, + No longer to the Senate{5} cackle, + In strains which suit the Tabernacle; + I hate your little wittling sneer, + Your pert and self-sufficient leer, 30 + Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip, + Insects will gnaw the noblest ship; + Go, W------, be gone, for shame, + Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name. + + Poor inefficient B----, we see 35 + No _capability_ in thee, + Th' immortal spirit of thy Sire + Has borne away th' aethereal fire, + And left thee but the earthy dregs,-- + Let's never have thee on thy legs; 40 + 'Tis too provoking, sure, to feel, + A kick from such a puny heel. + + Pedantick pupil of old Sherry, + Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry, + If not by tedious languor wrung-- 45 + Hold thy intolerable tongue. + + Drawcansir DOLBEN would destroy + Both slavery and licentious joy; + Foe to all sorts of _planters_{6}, he + Will suffer neither _bond_ nor _free_. 50 + + Go we to the Committee room, + There gleams of light conflict with gloom, + While unread rheams in chaos lye, + Our water closets to supply. + + What frenzies will a rabble seize 55 + In lax luxurious days, like these; + THE PEOPLE'S MAJESTY, forsooth, + Must fix our rights, define our truth; + Weavers{7} become our Lords of Trade, + And every clown throw by his spade, 60 + T' _instruct_ our ministers of state, + And _foreign commerce_ regulate: + Ev'n _bony_ Scotland with her dirk, + Nay, her starv'd presbyterian _kirk_{8}, + With ignorant effrontery prays 65 + Britain to dim the western rays, + Which while they on our island fall + Give warmth and splendour to us all. + + See in a stall three feet by four, + Where door is window, window door, 70 + Saloop a hump-back'd cobler drink; + "With _him_ the muse shall sit and think;" + _He_ shall in _sentimental_ strain, + That _negroes_ are _oppress'd_, complain. + What mutters the decrepit creature? 75 + THE DIGNITY OF HUMAN NATURE{9}! + + WINDHAM, I won't suppress a gibe. + Whilst THOU art with the whining tribe; + Thou who hast sail'd in a balloon, + And touch'd, intrepid, at the moon, 80 + (Hence, as the Ladies say you wander, + By much too fickle a Philander:) + Shalt THOU, a Roman free and rough, + Descend to weak _blue stocking_ stuff, + And cherish feelings soft and kind, 85 + Till you emasculate your mind. + + Let COURTENAY sneer, and gibe, and hack, + We know Ham's sons are always black; + On sceptick themes he wildly raves, + Yet Africk's sons were always slaves; 90 + I'd have the rogue beware of libel, + And spare a jest--when on the Bible. + + BURKE, art THOU here too? thou, whose pen, + Can blast the fancied _rights of men_: + Pray, by what logick are those rights 95 + Allow'd to _Blacks_--deny'd to _Whites_? + + But Thou! bold Faction's chief _Antistes_, + Thou, more than Samson Agonistes! + Who, Rumour tells us, would pull down + Our charter'd rights, our church, our crown; + Of talents vast, but with a mind + Unaw'd, ungovern'd, unconfin'd; 100 + Best humour'd man, worst politician, + Most dangerous, desp'rate state physician; + Thy manly character why stain 105 + By canting, when 'tis all in vain? + For thy tumultuous reign is o'er; + THE PEOPLE'S MAN thou art no more. + + And Thou, in whom the magick name + Of WILLIAM PITT still gathers fame, 110 + Who could at once exalted stand, + Spurning subordinate command; + Ev'n when a stripling sit with ease, + The mighty helm of state to seise; + Whom now (a thousand storms endur'd) 115 + Years of experience have matur'd; + For whom, in glory's race untir'd, + Th' events of nations have conspir'd; + For whom, eer many suns revolv'd, + Holland has crouch'd, and France dissolv'd; 120 + And Spain, in a Don Quixote fit, + Has bullied only to submit; + Why stoop to nonsense? why cajole + Blockheads who vent their _rigmarole_? + + And yet, where _influence_ must rule, 125 + 'Tis sometimes wise to play the fool; + Thus, like a witch, you raise a storm, + Whether the _Parliament's Reform_, + A set of _Irish Propositions_, + _Impeachment_--on your _own conditions_, 130 + Or RICHMOND'S wild _fortifications_, + Enough to ruin twenty nations, + Or any thing you know can't fail, + To be a tub to Party's whale. + Then whilst they nibble, growl, and worry, 135 + All keen and busy, hurry-scurry; + Britannia's ship you onward guide, + Wrapt in security and pride. + + Accept fair praise; but while I live + Your _Regency_ I can't forgive; 140 + My Tory soul with anger swell'd, + When I a parcel'd Crown beheld; + Prerogative put under hatches, + A Monarchy of shreds and patches; + And lo! a _Phantom_! to create, 145 + A huge HERMAPHRODITE OF STATE! + A monster, more alarming still + Than FOX'S raw-head India Bill! + + THURLOW, forbear thy awful frown; + I beg you may not _look_ me down 150 + My honest fervour do not scout, + I too like thee can be devout, + And in a solemn invocation{10}, + Of loyalty make protestation. + + Courtiers, who chanc'd to guess aright, 155 + And bask now in the Royal sight, + Gold sticks and silver, and white wands, + Ensigns of favour in your hands, + Glitt'ring with stars, and envied seen + Adorn'd with ribbands blue, red, green! 160 + I charge you of deceit keep clear, + And poison not the Sovereign's ear: + O ne'er let Majesty suppose + The _Prince's_ friends must be HIS foes. + There is not one amongst you all 165 + Whose sword is readier at his call; + An ancient Baron of the land, + I by my King shall ever stand; + But when it pleases Heav'n to shroud + The Royal image in a cloud, 170 + That image in the Heir I see, + The Prince is then as King to me. + Let's have, altho' the skies should lour, + No interval of Regal pow'r{11}. + + Where have I wander'd? do I dream? 175 + Sure slaves of power are not my theme; + But honest slaves, the sons of toil, + Who cultivate the Planter's soil. + + He who to thwart GOD'S system{12} tries, + Bids mountains sink, and vallies rise; 180 + Slavery, subjection, what you will, + Has ever been, and will be still: + Trust me, that in this world of woe + Mankind must different burthens know; + Each bear his own, th' Apostle spoke; 185 + And chiefly they who bear the yoke. + + From wise subordination's plan + Springs the chief happiness of man; + Yet from that source to numbers flow + Varieties of pain and woe; 190 + Look round this land of freedom, pray, + And all its lower ranks survey; + Bid the hard-working labourer speak, + What are his scanty gains a week? + All huddled in a smoaky shed, 195 + How are his wife and children fed? + Are not the poor in constant fear + Of the relentless Overseer? + + LONDON! Metropolis of bliss! + Ev'n there sad sights we cannot miss; 200 + Beggars at every corner stand, + With doleful look and trembling hand; + Hear the shrill piteous cry of _sweep_, + See wretches riddling an ash heap; + The streets some for old iron scrape, 205 + And scarce the crush of wheels escape; + Some share with dogs the half-eat bones, + From dunghills pick'd with weary groans. + + Dear CUMBERLAND, whose various powers 210 + Preserve thy life from languid hours, + Thou scholar, statesman, traveller, wit, + Who prose and verse alike canst hit; + Whose gay _West-Indian_ on our stage, + Alone might check this stupid rage; 215 + Fastidious yet--O! condescend + To range with an advent'rous friend: + Together let us beat the rounds, + St. Giles's ample blackguard bounds: + Try what th' accurs'd _Short's Garden_ yields, 220 + His bludgeon where the _Flash-man_ wields; + Where female votaries of sin, + With fetid rags and breath of gin, + Like antique statues stand in rows, + Fine fragments sure, but ne'er a nose. 225 + Let us with calmness ascertain + The liberty of _Lewkner's Lane_, + And _Cockpit-Alley_--_Stewart's Rents_, + Where the fleec'd drunkard oft repents. + With BENTLEY'S{13} critical _acumen_ 230 + Explore the haunts of evil's _Numen_; + And in the _hundreds_ of _Old Drury_, + Descant _de legibus Naturae_{14}. + Let's prowl the courts of _Newton-Street_, + Where infamy and murder meet; 235 + Where CARPMEAL{15} must with caution tread, + MACMANUS tremble for his head, + JEALOUS look sharp with all his eyes, + And TOWNSHEND apprehend surprise; + And having view'd the horrid maze, 240 + Let's justify the Planter's ways. + + Lo then, in yonder fragrant isle + Where Nature ever seems to smile, + The cheerful _gang_{16}!--the negroes see + Perform the task of industry: + Ev'n at their labour hear them sing, 245 + While time flies quick on downy wing; + Finish'd the bus'ness of the day, + No human beings are more gay: + Of food, clothes, cleanly lodging sure, + Each has his property secure; 250 + Their wives and children are protected, + In sickness they are not neglected; + And when old age brings a release, + Their grateful days they end in peace. + + But should our Wrongheads have their will, 255 + Should Parliament approve their bill, + Pernicious as th' effect would be, + T' abolish negro slavery, + Such partial freedom would be vain, + Since Love's strong empire must remain. 260 + + VENUS, Czarina of the skies, + Despotick by her killing eyes, + Millions of slaves who don't complain, + Confess her universal reign: + And _Cupid_ too well-us'd to try 265 + His bow-string lash, and darts to ply, + Her little _Driver_ still we find, + A wicked rogue, although he's blind. + + Bring me not maxims from the schools; + Experience now my conduct rules; 270 + O ------! trust thy lover true, + I must and will be slave to you. + + Yet I must say--but pr'ythee smile,-- + 'Twas a hard trip to Paphos isle; + By your keen roving glances caught, 275 + And to a beauteous tyrant brought; + My head with giddiness turn'd round, + With strongest fetters I was bound; + I fancy from my frame and face, + You thought me of th' Angola race{17}: 280 + You kept me long indeed, my dear, + Between the decks of hope and fear; + But this and all the _seasoning_ o'er, + My blessings I enjoy the more. + + Contented with my situation, 285 + I want but little REGULATION; + At intervals _Chanson a boire_ + And good old port in my _Code noire_; + Nor care I when I've once begun, + How long I labour, in the sun 290 + Of your bright eyes!--which beam with joy, + Warm, cheer, enchant, but don't destroy. + + My charming friend! it is full time + To close this argument in rhime; + The rhapsody must now be ended, 295 + My proposition I've defended; + For, Slavery there must ever be, + While we have Mistresses like thee! + + + + +THE END. + + + + +FOOTNOTES: + +{1} Had he the command of thunder, there can be no doubt that he would +long before now have cleared a troublesome quarter. + +{2} _Sedet eternumque sedebit + Infelix Theseus._ VIRG. + +{3} If the abettors of the Slave trade Bill should think they are too +harshly treated in this Poem, let them consider how they should feel if +_their_ estates were threatened by an agrarian law; (no unplausible +measure) and let them make allowances for the irritation which themselves +have occasioned. + +{4} That the Africans are in a state of savage wretchedness, appears from +the most authentic accounts. Such being the fact, an abolition of the +slave trade would in truth be precluding them from the first step towards +progressive civilization, and consequently of happiness, which it is +proved by the most respectable evidence they enjoy in a great degree in +our West-India islands, though under well-regulated restraint. The +clamour which is raised against this change of their situation, reminds +us of the following passage in one of the late Mr. Hall's 'Fables for +Grown Gentlemen.' + + "'Tis thus the Highlander complains, + 'Tis thus the Union they abuse, + For binding their backsides in chains, + And shackling their feet in shoes; + For giving them both food and fuel, + And comfortable cloaths, + Instead of cruel oatmeal gruel, + Instead of rags and heritable blows." + +{5} The question now agitated in the British Parliament concerning +slavery, is illustrated with great information, able argument, and +perspicuous expression, in a work entitled, "_Doubts on the Abolition of +the Slave Trade, by an Old Member of Parliament_;" printed for Stockdale, +in Picadilly, 1790. It is ascribed to John Ranby, Esq. + +That the evils of the Slave Trade should, like the evils incident to +other departments of civil subordination, be humanely remedied as much as +may be, every good man is convinced; and accordingly we find that great +advances have been gradually made in that respect, as may be seen in +various publications, particularly the evidence taken before the +Privy-Council. It must be admitted, that in the course of the present +imprudent and dangerous attempt to bring about a total abolition, one +essential advantage has been obtained, namely, a better mode of carrying +the slaves from Africa to the West-Indies; but surely this might have +been had in a less violent manner. + +{6} Diogenes being discovered in the street in fond intercourse with one +of those pretty misses whom Sir William Dolben dislikes, steadily said, +"{Greek: Phyteno Andras}--I plant men." + +{7} Manchester Petition. + +{8} Some of the Scottish Presbyteries petitioned. + +{9} _Risum teneatis amici._ HORAT. + +{10} When I forget HIM, may GOD forget me! + +{11} _Mira cano, Sol occubuit, nox nulla sequuta._ See CAMDEN'S REMAINS. + +{12} The state of slavery is acknowledged both in the Old Testament and +the New. + +{13} The great Dr. Bentley was Mr. Cumberland's grandfather. + +{14} Mr. Cumberland is a descendant of Bishop Cumberland, who wrote _De +legibus Naturae_. + +{15} Messieurs Carpmeal, Macmanus, Jealous, and Townshend, gentlemen of +the Publick Office, in Bow-Street. + +{16} Sir William Young has a series of pictures, in which the negroes in +our plantations are justly and pleasingly exhibited in various scenes. + +{17} The Angola blacks are the most ferocious. The author does not boast, +like Abyssinian _Yakoob_, "of no ungracious figure": nor does he, like +another _beau garcon_, Mr. Gibbon, prefix his pleasing countenance to +captivate the ladies. + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: + +All original spellings and punctuation have been retained, except as noted. + +Title page: "By James Boswell, Esq." is handwritten below "P O E M." + +Erratum: the change of "mighty" to "magick" has been made. + +Line 9: "Thurlow" is handwritten above "T----". + +Line 12, footnote 2: "Sedet eternumqre sedebit" corrected to "Sedet +eternumque sedebit". + +Line 27: There is no footnote marker in the original text for footnote 5. + +Line 35: "Brown" is handwritten above "B----". + +Line 100: The line numbering is inconsistent. + +Line 109: "magick" substituted for "mighty" as specified in the erratum +notice. + +A press cutting from _The Athenaeum_ of 4th May 1896 was included with +the original. It reads as follows: + + + A POEM ON THE SLAVE TRADE + BY JAMES BOSWELL + + A hitherto unrecognized work by James Boswell was sold a few days + ago by Mr. Salkeld, of Clapham Road. It is in quarto, and the title + is, 'No Abolition of Slavery: or, the Universal Empire of Love: a + Poem, 1791.' The authorship appears to have been attributed to + Boswell on the strength of an inscription, "By James Boswell, Esq.," + in a contemporary handwriting on the title-page, and there is little + doubt that the inscription is correct. + + In the volume of Boswelliana edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers for + the Grampian Club there is a letter, written in April, 1791, to Mr. + Dempster by Boswell, who mentions a recently published poem on the + slave trade, written by himself. The editor, in his comments on the + letter, remarks that the work referred to by Boswell is unknown to + bibliographers. Mr. Salkeld's discovery, though interesting, will + not confer additional lustre on Boswell's reputation as a bard; but + the poem is characteristic and amusing. It is "Addressed to Miss + ----," perhaps intended for Miss Bagnal, who was occupying his + attention at that time, and is described in one of his letters as + "about seven-and-twenty ... a Ranelagh girl--but of excellent + principles, in so much that she reads prayers to the servants in her + father's family every Sunday evening." The merits of the work are + pretty nearly on a level with 'The Cub at Newmarket' and other + poetical effusions of the writer. Nothing could be more Boswellian + than the manner in which the subject is treated, and the piece is + full of personal allusions. Now that the authorship of the work is + known, it is probable that other copies will turn up. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's No Abolition of Slavery, by James Boswell + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20742.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20742.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97c9f6f4e393b4a71ec4ae19fc32f00f6269f9ef --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg20742.txt @@ -0,0 +1,479 @@ + + + + + +Transcribed from the 1884 D. Lothrop and Company edition by David Price, +email ccx074@pglaf.org + +{Book cover: cover.jpg} + + + + + +O MAY I JOIN +THE CHOIR INVISIBLE! + + +BY +GEORGE ELIOT + +AND OTHER FAVORITE POEMS + +_ILLUSTRATED_ + +BOSTON +D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY +FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS + +Copyright by +D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY +1884 + +{"May I reach that purest Heaven!": p0.jpg} + + + + +O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE! + + +O may I join the choir invisible +Of those immortal dead who live again +In minds made better by their presence; live +In pulses stirred to generosity, +In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn +Of miserable aims that end with self, +In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, +And with their mild persistence urge men's minds +To vaster issues. + + So to live is heaven: +To make undying music in the world, +Breathing a beauteous order that controls +With growing sway the growing life of man. +So we inherit that sweet purity +For which we struggled, failed and agonized +With widening retrospect that bred despair. +Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, +A vicious parent shaming still its child, +Poor, anxious penitence is quick dissolved; +Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, +Die in the large and charitable air; +And all our rarer, better, truer self, +That sobbed religiously in yearning song, +That watched to ease the burden of the world, +Laboriously tracing what must be, +And what may yet be better--saw rather +A worthier image for the sanctuary +And shaped it forth before the multitude, +Divinely human, raising worship so +To higher reverence more mixed with love-- +That better self shall live till human Time +Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky +Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb +Unread forever. + + This is life to come, +Which martyred men have made more glorious +For us who strive to follow. + + May I reach +That purest heaven--be to other souls +The cup of strength in some great agony, +Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, +Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, +Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, +And in diffusion ever more intense! +So shall I join the choir invisible +Whose music is the gladness of the world. + + + + +HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX. + + +{At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the Sun: p1.jpg} + +I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he: +I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; +"Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew, +"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through. +Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, +And into the midnight we galloped abreast. + +Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace-- +Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; +I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, +Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right, +Rebuckled the check-strap, chained slacker the bit, +Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit. + +'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near +Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear; +At Boom a great yellow star came out to see; +At Duffeld 'twas morning as plain as could be; +And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime-- +So Joris broke silence with "Yet there is time!" + +At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, +And against him the cattle stood black every one, +To stare through the mist at us galloping past; +And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last +With resolute shoulders, each butting away +The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray; + +And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back +For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, +And one eye's black intelligence--ever that glance +O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; +And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon +His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. + +By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! +Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; +"We'll remember at Aix"--for one heard the quick wheeze +Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, +And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, +As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. + +So we were left galloping, Joris and I, +Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; +The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh; +'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; +Till over by Delhem a dome spire sprung white, +And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! + +"How they'll greet us!"--and all in a moment his roan +Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; +And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight +Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, +With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, +And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. + +Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall, +Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, +Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, +Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer-- +Clapped my hands, laughed and sung, any noise, bad or good, +Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. + +And all I remember is friends flocking around, +As I sate with his head twixt my knees on the ground; +And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine +As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, +Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) +Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. + + + + +MOTHER AND POET. + + +Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east, +And one of them shot in the west by the sea. +Dead! both my boys! When you sit at the feast + And are wanting a great song for Italy free, + Let none look at _me_! + +Yet I was a poetess only last year, + And good at my art for a woman, men said, +But _this_ woman, _this_, who is agonized here, + The east sea and west sea rhyme on in her head + Forever instead. + +What art can woman be good at? Oh, vain! + What art _is_ she good at, but hurting her breast +With the milk-teeth of babes, and a smile at the pain? + Ah, boys, how you hurt! you were strong as you pressed, + And _I_ proud by that test. + +What's art for a woman? To hold on her knees + Both darlings! to feel all their arms round her throat +Cling, strangle a little! To sew by degrees, + And 'broider the long clothes and neat little coat! + To dream and to dote. + +To teach them . . . It stings there. _I_ made them indeed + Speak plain the word 'country.' I taught them, no doubt, +That a country's a thing men should die for at need. + _I_ prated of liberty, rights, and about + The tyrant turned out. + +And when their eyes flashed, oh, my beautiful eyes! + I exulted! nay, let them go forth at the wheels +Of the guns, and denied not. But then the surprise, + When one sits quite alone! Then one weeps, then one kneels! + --God! how the house feels. + +At first happy news came, in gay letters moiled + With my kisses, of camp-life and glory, and how +They both loved me, and soon, coming home to be spoiled, + In return would fan off every fly from my brow + With their green laurel bough. + +Then was triumph at Turin. 'Ancona was free!' + And some one came out of the cheers in the street, +With a face pale as stone to say something to me. + My Guido was dead! I fell down at his feet + While they cheered in the street. + +I bore it--friends soothed me: my grief looked sublime + As the ransom of Italy. One boy remained +To be leant on and walked with, recalling the time + When the first grew immortal, while both of us strained + To the height he had gained. + +And letters still came--shorter, sadder, more strong, + Writ now but in one hand. I was not to faint, +One loved me for two . . . would be with me ere long, + And 'Viva Italia' _he_ died for, our saint, + Who forbids our complaint. + +{ Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east, +And one of them shot in the West by the sea: p2.jpg} + +My Nanni would add, 'he was safe and aware + Of a presence that turned off the balls . . . was imprest +It was Guido himself, who knew what I could bear, + And how 'twas impossible, quite dispossessed, + To live on for the rest.' + +On which, without pause, up the telegraph line, + Swept smoothly the next news from Gaeta--_Shot_. +_Tell his mother_. Ah, ah! 'his,' 'their' mother: not 'mine.' + No voice says '_my_ mother' again to me. What! + You think Guido forgot? + +Are souls straight so happy that, dizzy with Heaven, + They drop earth's affection, conceive not of woe? +I think not. Themselves were too lately forgiven + Through that Love and Sorrow which reconciled so + The Above and Below. + +O Christ of the seven wounds, who look'dst through the dark + To the face of thy mother! consider, I pray, +How we common mothers stand desolate, mark, + Whose sons, not being Christs, die with eyes turned away, + And no last word to say! + +Both boys dead! but that's out of nature. We all + Have been patriots, yet each house must always keep one. +'Twere imbecile hewing out roads to a wall, + And when Italy's made, for what end is it done + If we have not a son? + +Ah! ah! ah! when Gaeta's taken, what then? + When the fair, wicked queen sits no more at her sport +Of the fire-balls of death crashing souls out of men? + When your guns of Cavalli, with final retort, + Have cut the game short-- + +When Venice and Rome keep their new jubilee, + When your flag takes all Heaven for its white, green, and red, +When _you_ have your country from mountain to sea, + When King Victor has Italy's crown on his head, + (And I have my dead) + +What then? Do not mock me! Ah, ring your bells low! + And burn your lights faintly. _My_ country is there, +Above the star pricked by the last peak of snow. + _My_ Italy's there--with my brave civic Pair, + To disfranchise despair. + +Forgive me. Some women bear children in strength, + And bite back the cry of their pain in self-scorn, +But the birth-pangs of nations will wring us at length + Into wail such as this! and we sit on forlorn + When the man-child is born. + +Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the west! + And one of them shot in the east by the sea! +Both! both my boys! If, in keeping the feast, + You want a great song for your Italy free, + Let none look at _me_! + + + + +NATURE'S LADY. + + +Three years she grew in sun and shower, +Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower +On earth was never sown; +This child I to myself will take, +She shall be mine, and I will make +A lady of my own. + +"Myself will to my darling be +Both law and impulse: and with me +The Girl, in rock and plain, +In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, +Shall feel an overseeing power +To kindle or restrain. + +"She shall be sportive as the fawn +That wild with glee across the lawn +Or up the mountain springs; +And hers shall be the breathing balm, +And hers the silence and the calm, +Of mute insensate things. + +{She shall be sportive as the fawn: p3.jpg} + +"The floating clouds their state shall lend +To her; for her the willows bend; +Nor shall she fail to see +Even in the motions of the storm +Grace that shall mould the maiden's form +By silent sympathy. + +"The stars of midnight shall be dear +To her; and she shall lean her ear +In many a secret place +Where rivulets dance their wayward round, +And beauty born of murmuring sound +Shall pass into her face." + + + + +TO A SKYLARK. + + + Hail to thee, blithe spirit-- + Bird thou never wert-- + That from heaven or near it + Pourest thy full heart +In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. + + Higher still and higher + From the earth thou springest, + Like a cloud of fire; + The blue deep thou wingest, +And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. + + In the golden lightning + Of the sunken sun, + O'er which clouds art bright'ning, + Thou dost float and run, +Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. + + The pale purple even + Melts around thy flight; + Like a star of heaven, + In the broad daylight +Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight-- + + Keen as are the arrows + Of that silver sphere + Whose intense lamp narrows + In the white dawn clear +Until we hardly see, we feel, that it is there. + + All the earth and air + With thy voice is loud, + As, when night is bare, + From one lonely cloud +The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. + + What thou art we know not; + What is most like thee? + From rainbow-clouds there flow not + Drops so bright to see +As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:-- + + Like a poet hidden + In the light of thought, + Singing hymns unbidden, + Till the world is wrought +To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; + + Like a high-born maiden + In a palace tower, + Soothing her love-laden + Soul in secret hour +With music sweet as love which overflows her bower; + + Like a glow-worm golden + In a dell of dew, + Scattering unbeholden + Its aerial hue +Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view; + + Like a rose embowered + In its own green leaves, + By warm winds deflowered, + Till the scent it gives +Makes faint with too much heat these heavy-winged thieves; + +{Thou art unseen, but yet I hear they shrill delight: p4.jpg} + + Sound of vernal showers + On the twinkling grass, + Rain-awakened flowers-- + All that ever was +Joyous and clear and fresh--thy music doth surpass. + + Teach us, sprite or bird, + What sweet thoughts are thine: + I have never heard + Praise of love or wine +That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. + + Chorus hymeneal, + Or triumphal chaunt, + Matched with thine, would be all + But an empty vaunt-- +A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. + + What objects are the fountains + Of the happy strain? + What fields, or waves or mountains? + What shapes of sky or plain? +What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? + + With thy clear keen joyance + Languor cannot be: + Shadow of annoyance + Never came near thee: +Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. + + Waking or asleep, + Thou of death must deem + Things more true and deep + Than we mortals dream, +Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? + + We look before and after, + And pine for what is not; + Our sincerest laughter + With some pain is fraught; +Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. + + Yet, if we could scorn + Hate and pride and fear, + If we were things born + Not to shed a tear, +I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. + + Better than all measures + Of delightful sound, + Better than all treasures + That in books are found, +Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! + + Teach me half the gladness + That thy brain must know, + Such harmonious madness + From my lips would flow +The world should listen then as I am listening now. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21274.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21274.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..62f9b971a884e374002ec81a51470ac0f616e2c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21274.txt @@ -0,0 +1,386 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, David T. Jones and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from scans of public domain works at the +University of Michigan's Making of America collection.) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: "A pot-house soldier, he parades by day, + And drunk by night, he sighs the foe to slay." _Page_ 19.] + + + + +THE +AMERICAN CYCLOPS, + +THE +HERO OF NEW ORLEANS, + +AND + +SPOILER OF SILVER SPOONS. + + +Dubbed LL.D. + +by +PASQUINO. + +BALTIMORE: KELLY & PIET. +1868. + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by +KELLY & PIET, + +In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the +District of Maryland. + + + + +Introductory. + + +The following little illustrated effusion is offered to the public, in +the hope that it may not prove altogether uninteresting, or entirely +inappropriate to the times. The famous pre-historic story of Ulysses +and Polyphemus has received its counterpart in the case of two +well-known personages of our own age and country. Ulysses of old +contrived, with a burning stake, to put out the glaring eye of +Polyphemus, the man-eating Cyclops, and thereby to abridge his power +for cannibal indulgence; while our modern Ulysses, perhaps, mindful of +his classical prototype, is content to leave the new Polyphemus safely +"bottled-up" under the hermetical seal of the saucy Rebel Beauregard. +Although the second Cyclops is yet alive, and still possesses the +visual organ in a squinting degree, a regard for impartial history +compels us to add, that the sword which leapt from its scabbard in +front of Fort Fisher, has fallen from the grasp of the "bottled" +chieftain, whether from an invincible repugnance to warlike deeds, +like that which pervaded the valiant soul of the renowned Falstaff, or +because an axe on the public grindstone is a more congenial weapon in +the itching palm of a Knight of Spoons, has not yet been determined +with absolute precision. + +The warrior Ulysses, like his namesake of Ithaca, however widely +opinion may militate upon his other qualifications, certainly deserves +the everlasting gratitude of a spoon-desolated country for the +strategy displayed in tearing off the plumes of the American +Polyphemus, and fixing that precious flower of knighthood among the +"bottled" curiosities of natural history. + + + + +The American Cyclops. + + +Progressive age! for contemplation's eye, +Thy checker'd scenes a glorious field supply; +Time was when Mercury waved the potent wand, +And Nature brightened in the artist's hand,-- +When mind's dominion round the world was thrown, +Before usurping Mammon seized the throne. +Aspiring genius, chill thy noble rage, +For baser uses rule our iron age; +Drive the hard bargain, mart for sordid gain, +And where it will not win, hold honor vain; + +[Illustration: "He wakes a patriot, presto, he is clad + As Fallstaff for the battle--raving mad." _Page_ 21.] + + + + +To lofty subjects bring the narrow view, +Shift with each scene, and principle eschew. +Are these the elements of man's success? +Go where the busy throng all onward press; +Ay, there they flourish and will long remain, +Till virtue purge the haunts where vice doth reign. +Not to the few the moral taint's confined, +But in its boundless range infects mankind; +'Twere idle to upbraid the good old plea-- +Might governs all, the rest were mock'ry. +The plumpest fly a sparrow's meal provides-- +The heartless bird its agony derides: +"Nay," quoth relentless Sparrow, "you must die, +For you, weak thing, are not so strong as I." +A Hawk surprised him at his dainty meal, +In vain the Sparrow gasped his last appeal; + + +[Illustration: "The faithful groom the pawing steed attends, + The maudlin Cyclops all oblique ascends; + But ere the lambent flames consume the town + The Cid unhorsed, like Bacchus, topples down." _Page_ 21.] + + + + +"Wherefore, Sir Hawk, must I, thy victim, die?" +"Peace," quoth the Hawk, "thou art less strong than I." +Grimly an Eagle viewed the state of matters, +Swoops on Sir Hawk, and tears his flesh to tatters: +"Release me, King, and doom me not to die;" +The Eagle said, "thou art less strong than I." +A bullet whistled at the victor's word, +And pierced the bosom of the lordly bird; +"Ah, tyrant!" shrieked he, "wherefore must I die?" +The Sportsman said, "thou art less strong than I." +And thus the world to might becomes the dower, +While justice yields before remorseless power. + + +[Illustration: "He blew a warlike trump + And marched to conquest--conquest of a pump." _Page_ 23.] + + + + +When distant ages rise to view our times, +Whate'er betide our _silv'ry_ flowing rhymes, +The brave we sing--Boeotian of the East +Will still survive to spread the mimic feast. +'Tis said in fables that Silenus old +To Midas lent the fatal gift of gold; +But Terminus, the god of rogues, has giv'n +Our hero gold unbless'd of man or heav'n. +'Mid all the tyrants of our age and clime, +He stands alone in infamy and crime; +Not e'en Thersites of the cunning tribe, +Gloried in guile like him we now describe. +Born of a race where thrift, with iron rod, +Taught punic faith and mocked the laws of God; +Where stern oppression held her impious reign, +And mild dissent was death with torturous pain; +His youth drank in the lessons of his race, +Which stamp'd their impress on his hideous face. + + +[Illustration: "Like Fallstaff, seeks repose and dreams of glory, + While Bethel's thunder peal'd another story." _Page_ 23.] + + + + +Old England's bard with epic fire illum'd +Tartarean pits, where fiends with darkness gloom'd; +But 'mid th' infernal host this face had shone, +Grimmest of all 'neath dread Armageddon. +The outward form proclaimed the inner man, +And frightened virtue fled where it began; +The heart, the head, there devils might fear to dwell, +Lest in their depths there lurked a deeper hell, +Does fiction, fancy, gild the picture drawn, +Hate cloud our judgment, truth give place to scorn? +Go seek the answer in the youth at school-- +He scoffs at church and laughs at human rule. +A beggar,[1] he plays his _role_ with brazen cheek, +With equal ease _insurgent_ or a "sneak." + + +[Illustration: "Leaves gallant Winthrop to his mournful fate, + But takes the field when haply 'tis too late." _Page_ 23.] + + + + +A theologian, without doctor's chair, +He dons the gown t' escape the task of prayer. +"Heresiarch recant, or leave the school:" +A recantation proved the knave no fool.[2] +Behold him later in another sphere, +Where thieves abound and murderers appear; +Tricked out in low and meretricious art, +He plays with skill the pettifogger's part; +Chicanery's brought to succor darkest crime, +Too basely foul t' expose in decent rhyme. +Oh! shades of Littleton and Murray rise, +Where Webster trod and Choate all honor'd lies-- +Rise to behold the satyr in their place, +Who points the moral of his clime and race; +And if decay and shame may wake thy grief, +Weep for New England cursed by such a chief. + + +[Illustration: "Our hero vowed Magruder's works to take, + Whereof the books no mention deign to make." _Page_ 23.] + + + + +Oh! hapless hour, when from the stormy North, +This modern Cyclops marched repellent forth, +To slake his thirst for blood and plundered wealth, +Not as the soldier, but by fraud and stealth; +To waft the gales of death with horror rife +On helpless age, and wage with women strife: +To leave at Baltimore and New Orleans +The drunkard's name, or worse, the gibbet's scenes; +To license lust with all a lecher's rage, +And stab the virtue of a Christian age: + + +[Illustration: "Born of a race where thrift, with iron rod, + Taught punic faith and mocked the laws of God; + + * * * * * * * * * + + His youth drank in the lessons of his race, + Which stamp'd their impress on his hideous face." _Page_ 11.] + + + + +This single crime will fix a beastly name, +Fresh in immortal infamy and shame. +Whence comes his martial fame, who thus has soar'd, +While thousands fell and deadly cannon roar'd? +The _raw militia_ of his native State +Had taught him war and made our hero great. +A pot-house soldier, he parades by day, +And drunk by night, he sighs the foe to slay; +In vision sees the future road to fame, +The bale-fires burn and cities wrapped in flame: +The gathered treasure of a teeming land +Glitters and falls beneath his blood-stained hand; +Plantations smiling, palaces all bright, +Stuff'd with their wealth of plate, dance to his sight, +And drunken Polyphemus[3] grimly swoons, + + +[Illustration: "But _Io Bacche_! Victory comes at last-- + Our doughty chief in New Orleans is cast; + The donkey stole the lion's skin and brayed, + And Farragut our Cyclop's fortune made." _Page_ 23.] + + + + +As heir expectant of unnumbered spoons.[4] +He wakes a patriot; presto, he is clad +As Fallstaff for the battle--raving mad. +Lo! Baltimore becomes the first emprise, +When Gilmor's scandal shock'd the men at Guy's: +"To horse, to horse," our hero drunk exclaims, +"I'll crush rebellion--give the town to flames." +The faithful groom the pawing steed attends, +The maudlin Cyclops all oblique ascends; +But ere the lambent flames consume the town, +The Cid unhorsed, like Bacchus, topples down. +Old Juno's goose erst saved imperial Rome, +But Rebel whisky saves the Rebels' home. +Next comes the dismal order--'tis from Scott-- + + +[Illustration: "Fraternal discord cease." _Page 27._] + + + + +"Leave Baltimore." He blew a warlike trump, +And marched to conquest--conquest of a pump! +Like Falstaff, seeks repose and dreams of glory, +While Bethel's thunder peal'd another story; +Leaves gallant Winthrop to his mournful fate, +But takes the field when haply 'tis too late. +Wrath gnaws his bowels, and with words profane, +He swore an oath, as once the Queen of Spain +Vowed the same garment _malgre_ wear and tear, +Till Ostend fell she would forever wear. +Our hero vowed Magruder's works to take, +Whereof the books no mention deign to make; +For well we know the batt'ries poured their thunder, +While wise Sir Spoons sought easier paths to plunder. +But _Io Bacche_! Victory comes at last-- +Our doughty chief in New Orleans is cast; + + +[Illustration: ""I'll blow Fort Fisher 'mong the region kites!" + Oh, glorious thought! but ere the fort ignites, + Our Cyclop's sailed away infirm of will, + And saucy Fisher flashed defiance still." _Page_ 25.] + + + + +The donkey stole the lion's skin and brayed, +And Farragut our Cyclop's fortune made. +Where are the trophies of our Yankee brave? +The lecherous order, and poor Mumford's grave; +Ship Island's tortures, Mrs. Phillips' cell, +For mercy's reign the cruelty of hell; +A Shylock brother--a Praetorian band-- +A starving city and a plundered land: +These are his triumphs--Fisher was his shame,-- +Oh! triumph worse than is the coward's name. +"I'll blow Fort Fisher 'mong the region kites!" +Oh, glorious thought! but ere the fort ignites, +Our Cyclop's sailed away infirm of will, +And saucy Fisher flash'd defiance still. +"Far better I were _hermetically_ seal'd, +Than homeward borne upon a bloody shield." + + +[Illustration: "But hold, enough; no further we'll pursue + The modern Haynau. "Bottled" Chief, adieu." _Page_ 27.] + + + + +"Fort Fisher be my epitaph!" 'Tis meet, +For long ago it gave thy winding sheet. +But hold, enough; no further we'll pursue +The modern Haynau. "Bottled" Chief, adieu. +Haply my country's freedom still remains, +And with the night have passed oppression's chains: +Oh, may the storms which settle o'er our land +Be gently lifted by th' all-saving Hand; +The dove return; fraternal discord cease, +And millions join the Jubilee of Peace! + + + * * * * * * + + +FOOTNOTES + +[1] He entered College in his sixteenth year as a future candidate for +the ministry. As he was without resources, he was compelled to do manual +work to meet the expenses incurred at the Institution. The fact is +creditable. + +[2] Many instances are related of his insubordination at school and +disputes with superiors. One of the preachers having advanced the +opinion that only one in every hundred Christians would, perhaps, be +saved, our hero drew up a theological petition asking leave to vacate +his seat in church, very candidly regarding himself as among the number +that would be lost. A public reprimand for his smart irreverence was the +only answer vouchsafed the unfledged Doctor. + +[3] _Monstrum et horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum._ Virg. +AEneid. lib. iii. + +[4] The people of a captured city were subjected to fines and levies and +open plunder, and in some instances imprisoned at hard labor with ball +and chain. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21399.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21399.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b827f03c8d99adc9df188c499feb8c2b14e7f4a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21399.txt @@ -0,0 +1,378 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Sam W. and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net +(This file was made using scans of public domain works in +the International Children's Digital Library.) + + + + + + + + + + DICK AND HIS CAT. + + An Old Tale + IN A NEW GARB. + + + By MARY ELLIS. + + + [Illustration] + + + J. HAMILTON, + 1344 CHESTNUT STREET, + PHILADELPHIA. + 1871. + + + + +[Illustration: DICK AND HIS CAT.] + + + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by + +J. HAMILTON, + +in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for +the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. + + +J. FAGAN & SON, +STEREOTYPERS, PHILAD'A. + + + +A WORD TO PARENTS. + + +The story of "Dick Whittington and his Cat" has so often amused the +little ones, who never wearied of its repetition, that the author of +the following version thought she might extend the pleasure derived +from it by putting it in language which they could read for +themselves. + +No word contains more than _four letters_, and none is over _one +syllable_ in length, so that any child who has the least knowledge of +reading will be able to enjoy it for himself. + + + + +DICK AND HIS CAT. + + + + +PART I. + + +Once on a time, a poor boy was seen to go up and down the side-walk of +a town, and sob and cry. At last he sat down on a door-step. He was +too weak to run more. He had had no food all the day. It was a day in +June. The air was mild. The warm sun sent down its rays of love on +all. But poor Dick had no joy on this fair day. + +He laid his head down on the step, and took a nap; for he was sick +and weak for want of food. As he lay, a girl came to the door. She saw +the poor boy lie on the step; but he did not see her. She went in, +and said to a man who was in the room, "A poor boy has lain down on +our step to take a nap." + +The man came to the door to see the boy. He said, "This boy does not +look nice. His hair has not seen a comb all day; his face and feet are +full of dirt; and his coat is torn." + +The man did not like such a mean boy to be at his door. But when he +saw the lad's thin, pale face, as he lay at his feet, he felt sad for +him. + +Just then the boy woke up. He went to run off when he saw the man and +girl at the door, but they made him stay. + +"Why did you lie down here?" the man said to the boy. + +"I was weak and sick." + +"Have you had no food to eat?" + +"I have had no food all day." + +Then the girl went in and got him a roll and a mug of milk. The boy +ate so fast and so much that they had to wait till he was done, to +talk to him more. + +"Have you no pa nor ma?" said the man. A tear fell from the poor +boy's eye, as he said, "I have no pa, and my ma they took from me, and +I can not find her. She was sick a long time. I used to sit at her +side and lay my head on her knee. Once she said to me that my pa had +gone home to God, and that she must go too. Then she got too sick to +rise from her bed. One day they put me on the bed by her side. She +laid her hand on my head, and she said, "I pray Thee, O God, take +care of my poor boy." + +"Then she shut her eyes and grew so pale, and her hand got so cold, +it made me cry. But she did not move, nor turn her eyes on me. They +took me off the bed and sent me out to play. But I sat down at the +door and wept for my ma. + +"The next day I saw them lay her in a long box of wood and take her +off. I have run up and down all day to find her. Do you know what +they have done with my ma? Oh! tell me, if you can." Then the poor lad +wept so hard that the man and the girl felt sad for him. + +"How old are you, my boy?" said the man. + +"I was six last May." + +"What is your name?" + +"Dick." + +"Well, Dick," said this good man, "you may come in here, if you like, +and stay till you can find your ma. I will give you food to eat, and +you can help me to work. When your ma does come for you, you may go +home with her." + +[Illustration] + + + + +PART II. + +[Illustration] + + +Dick soon made up his mind to live with this kind, good man. The man +was not rich. He had to work hard, and Dick was made to work too. But +he did not mind that. + +But the girl was not kind to Dick. She gave him a box on the ear when +he did not do as she bid him. She did not let him sit down to eat till +she had done, and all that she gave him was the bits that she had +left. She made him a bed of a pile of old rags, at one end of the +loft. + +Dick had no one now to show him how to be good, and he soon got to be +a bad boy. He told lies, and when no eye was on him, he took what was +not his. He did not know God saw him. He used a bad word now and +then, and did not work so well as once he did. + +The man who took Dick to live with him was sad to see him such a bad +boy, and did not know what to do with him. + +Dick had now no joy in life, for no bad boy can be gay and glad. But +he did not like to feel that he was made sad by his own bad ways. He +said it was the way he had to live that made him bad. + +[Illustration] + + + + +PART III. + +[Illustration] + + +Poor Dick had now no one to love him but a cat. One day, when he was +out at play, he saw some boys pelt a cat to kill her. He did not like +to have them kill the cat, so he ran to her, took her up in his arms, +and took her home. The girl let him keep the cat, for she kept off all +the rats and mice. She was a gray cat. She had fine soft fur, and a +long tail. When Dick had done his tea, he took puss on his knee to pat +her on the head, and talk to her, as if she knew all that he said to +her. + +She then did rub her head on his arm, and purr, and lie down on his +knee and take a nap. She had her bed on his heap of rags. + +Once when Dick had felt bad all day, he lay down on his bed. He said +to puss, "No one is kind to me but you, puss; no one has love for me. +I will run off. I will not stay." + +Dick did not shut his eyes, but when it was yet dark, he got up, and +went out of his room, down to the door. He put his hand on the key and +gave it a turn. He felt the cold air on his face when he went out. +But he ran on fast, till he was so weak, he had to stop. + +Just then a big bell near him rang out loud on the air to say that +day had come once more. It made Dick turn his eyes to see this bell, +and as it rang, he felt it say to him, + +"Turn back, Dick!--Turn back, Dick!--Turn back, Dick!" + +Dick did not move. He did not know what to do. His eyes were on the +bell as it rung out, + +"Turn back, Dick!--Turn back, Dick! Turn back, Dick!" + +It put him in mind of the time when his ma had laid her hand on his +head ere she went to God, and said, "O God, take care of my poor boy!" +It put him in mind what a bad boy he had been, and how he had made +his life a hard one by his ill ways. He made up his mind to go back. +But then he said, "If they find out I have run off, they will beat +me." This fear made him run so fast, that he got home and back to his +heap of rags ere the man and the girl were up. + +As Dick lay on his bed, he made up his mind to be a good boy. He knew +his ma used to pray to God to make him good, so he bent his own knee +to pray, and said, "O God, make Dick a good boy." + +Just then the girl came to the door, and said, "Dick! Dick! get up! It +is day!" So Dick soon went down and was so kind and good, they did +not know what to make of it. But Dick went on day by day, and soon he +saw that when he was kind and good, they were kind and true to him. + +It was hard work for Dick to give up all his bad ways. But each morn +and eve he went to God, to ask Him for help, and he did not ask in +vain. By-and-by the girl let him sit with her. She made him a good +bed. Miss Puss yet kept her seat on his knee, when he sat down to +rest, and all was love and joy. + +[Illustration] + + + + +PART IV. + +[Illustration] + + +One day a man, by the name of Jack, came to see them. He was to go on +the sea in a big ship, to a far off land. He had come to say good-bye. +He said to them, "The land that the ship will sail to, is a far off +land, and the men who live in it are not like us, and do not know our +ways. They do not eat or wear what we do. Now what you give me I will +take with me, and sell it for you, and when I come back I will pay +you what I get for it. It may be that I will get much gold for it; for +the men in that far off land like what is made here, more than what +they have at home." + +So the man and the girl were glad, and gave him much to sell for +them. Poor Dick sat, with his cat on his knee; a tear was in his eye, +for he too felt the wish to have some gold. The man saw him look sad, +and said, "Well, Dick, my son, and what will you send?" Dick wept. "I +have but my cat," said Dick. "Well, send that," said Jack; "it may be +she will sell for more than all the rest." They all had much fun at +this, and Dick had to join in. He took puss up in his arms. He gave +her a kiss and a pat on her head. He felt her soft fur. It was hard +for him to part with her, for she had been his pet for a long time. +But at last he set her down. He got a big bag. He put puss in it. She +did not like to be thus shut up, but Dick tied her in. + +So the man took the bag in his arms, and went to his ship. When he +got to the ship, he let the cat out of the bag. She was glad to be +free once more, and ran to find Dick. But poor Dick was at home, sad; +for he knew that he had seen his puss for the last time. + +The ship was full of rats and mice, and puss had a fine time. She made +them fly, and soon no more rats and mice were to be seen in the ship. +The men were glad to have the cat, and gave her food and milk, so that +she was well off. + + + + +PART V. + +[Illustration] + + +The ship went on her way. It was more than a year when they got to +that far off land. + +The man who took the cat, had, as was said, the name of Jack. He left +the ship when he got to the land, and went to see the king. The king +was glad to see Jack, and told him, he must stay and dine with him. + +When they went to the room to dine, they saw that rats and mice were +in it too, and had eat much of the food. They saw the rats and mice +jump down and run when they went in the room. + +The king was in a rage, that he had lost his meal. Jack said to him, +"Why do you let the rats and mice do so?" "I do not know how to help +it," said the king. "I will give a pile of gold to one who will rid me +of them." + +Then Jack was glad. He said to the king, "If you will give me a pile +of gold, I will rid you of the rats and mice." The king said, "You are +in fun. You do not know how to get rid of them." Jack said, "We will +see." So the next day, he put the cat in a bag, and went with the bag +in his arm to the king. Puss did not like to be shut up in the bag, +and made much fuss. + +The king was glad to see Jack, and said, "Let me see what you have in +your bag." But Jack said, "Not just yet; wait till we see the rats +and mice." + +So they went to the room to dine. The rats and mice were at the food +just as they had been. Jack took the cord off the bag, and took out +the cat. The king did not know what a cat was; for he had no cats in +his land. + +Jack held her in his arms till she had lost her fear, and then set +her down with the rats and mice. She soon made them know what a cat +was, and put them in such fear that they all fled. The king was so +glad that he did not know what to do. + +They sat down to dine. Not a rat came out of its hole. The king ate +his meal with joy, and puss sat on his knee and fed out of his dish. +The king told Jack he must let him keep the cat. Jack said, "I will +give her to you, but you must give me the pile of gold." The king was +glad to keep the cat and pay the gold. So Jack put the gold in the +bag that had held the cat, and went back to the ship. + +A year more went by, ere Jack and his ship came back to port. He soon +went to see Dick, with the bag of gold. The man and the girl were +both glad to find that Jack had sold what they gave him, and that he +had got a good deal for them. But when Jack told them of the cat, and +took out the bag of gold, they did not know what to say. And when poor +Dick was told that it was all for him, he had to cry for joy, and all +the rest wept with him, for they were all fond of Dick now, he had +come to be such a good boy. + +"Well, Dick," said Jack, "what will you do with all this gold? Let us +see what will be best." So they all said much, and sat up till it was +late, to talk of Dick and his pile of gold. + +At last Dick said, "I will give some of it to each of you, who have +been so good and kind to me. I will take part of the rest and lay it +out upon my mind, that I may be wise when I grow to be a man. And what +is left I will lay up, so that when I am a man, I will have it to +work with, that I may grow to be rich; for to be good, and wise, and +rich, is what I wish." + +They all said Dick knew what was best. So that is what was done with +the pile of gold that the king gave for the cat. + +[Illustration: FINIS] + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + +Minor punctuation errors have been amended without note. + +The frontispiece illustration has been moved to follow the title page. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21565.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21565.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0fd8142872e1ded94cb67ee2ccd20a8b6df57d23 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21565.txt @@ -0,0 +1,555 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger from page scans obtained from the +Internet Archive + + + + + + + +THE QUEEN'S MATRIMONIAL LADDER, + +A National Toy + +With Fourteen Step Scenes; and Illustrations in Verse, + +By William Hone + +The Author of "The Political House That Jack Built." + + +With Eighteen other Cuts. + +Illustrated by Cruikshank + + + + "The question is not merely whether the Queen shall have her + rights, but whether the rights of an individual in the + kingdom shall be free from violation." + + His Majesty's Answer to the Norwich Addrest. + + "Here is a Gentleman, and a friend of mine!" + + Measure for Measure. + +Twenty-First Edition. + +London: + +Printed by and for William Hone, Ludgate-Hill. + +1820. + +This Pamphlet and the Toy together, + +One Shilling. + + "It is a wonderful thing to consider the strength of + Princes' wills when they are bent to have their Pleasure + fulfilled, wherein no reasonable persuasions will serve + their turn: how little do they regard the dangerous sequels, + that ensue as well as to themselves as to their Subjects. + And amongst all things there is nothing that makes them + more wilful than Carnal Love, and various affecting of + Voluptuous desires." + + Cavendish's Memoirs of Card. Wolsey. + + NOTE. + + All the Drawings for this Publication are + By Mr. GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. + +{003} + +[Illustration: 003] + + + + +QUALIFICATION. + +In love, and in drink, and o'ertoppled by debt; +With women, with wine, and with duns on the fret. + +{004} + +[Illustration: 004] + + + + +DECLARATION. + + The Prodigal Son, by his perils surrounded, + Vex'd, harass'd, bewilder'd, asham'd, and confounded, + Fled for help to his Father, + confessed his ill doing, + And begged for salvation + from stark staring ruin; + The sire urged--"The People + your debts have twice paid, + And, to ask a third time, + even Pitt is afraid; + "But he shall if you'll marry, and lead a new life,-- + "You've a cousin in Germany--make her your + wife!" + +{005} + +[Illustration: 005] + + + + +ACCEPTATION. + + From the high halls of Brunswick, all youthful and + gay, + From the hearth of her fathers, he lured her away: + How joy'd she in coming-- + how smiling the bower; + How sparkling their nuptials-- + how welcome her dower. + + Ah! short were her pleasures--full soon came her + cares-- + Her husbandless bride-bed was wash'd with her + tears. + +{006} + +[Illustration: 006] + + + + +ALTERATION. + + Near a million of debts gone, + all gone were her charms-- + What! an Epicure have his own wife + in his arms? + + She was not to his taste-- + what car'd _he_ for the 'form,' + 'To love and to cherish' + could not mean reform: + + 'To love' meant, of course, nothing else + but neglect + 'To cherish' to leave her, + and shew disrespect. + +{007} + +[Illustration: 007] + + + + +IMPUTATION. + + Was it manly, when widow'd, + to spy at her actions; + "To listen to eaves-droppers, + whisp'ring detractions; + + And, like an old Watchman, + with faults to conceal, + Get up a _false Charge_, + as a proof of his zeal? + + If desertion was base, Oh base be his name, + Who, having deserted, would bring her to shame! + +{008} + +[Illustration: 008] + + + + +EXCULPATION. + + Undaunted in spirit, her courage arose, + With encrease of charges, and encrease of foes. + Despising the husband, + who thus had abused her, + She proved to his father, + his son had ill used her:-- + + Her conduct examin'd, and sifted, shone bright, + Her enemies fled, as the shadows of night. + +{009} + +[Illustration: 009] + + + + +EMIGRATION. + + Her father and king, while with reason yet blest, + Protected her weakness, and shielded her rest; + Infirmity seizes him, false friends draw near, + Then spies gather round, and malignants appear; + And cajole, wait, watch, insult, + alarm, and betray, + Till from home, and her daughter, + they force her away. + +{010} + +[Illustration: 010] + + + + +REMIGRATION. + + Still pursued, when a 'wanderer,' + her child sleeps in death, + And her best friend, in England, her king, + yields his breath; + + This gives her new rights-- + they neglect and proscribe her; + She threatens returning--they then try to bribe her! + The bullies turn slaves, and, in meanness, fawn on her: + + They feel her contempt, and they vow her dishonour; + But she 'steers her own course,' comes indignantly + over, + And the shouts of the nation salute her at Dover! + +{011} + +[Illustration: 011] + + + + +CONSTERNATION. + + Ah, what was that groan!-- + 'twas the Head of the Church, + When he found she was come-- + for he dreaded a search + Into what _he'_d been doing: + and sorely afraid, for + What _she_ might find out, + cried '_I'll not have her pray'd for'_; + And the B------ps, obeying their _pious_ Head, + care took + That the name of his wife + should be out of the prayer book! + +{012} + +[Illustration: 012] + + + + +ACCUSATION. + + On searching for precedents, much to their dread, + They found that they could n't well cut off her head; + +{013} + + And the 'House of Incurables' raised a 'Report' + She was not a fit person to live in _his_ Court. + + How like an OLD CHARLEY + they then made him stand, + In his lanthorn a _leech_, + the 'Report' in his hand. + + 'Good folks be so good as not go near that door + 'For, though my own wife, she _is_--I could say more + 'But it's all in this _Bag_, and there'll be a fine pother, + 'I shall get rid of her, and I'll then get another!' + + Yet he thought, to himself,-- + 'twas a thought most distressing,-- + 'If _she_ should discover + I've been M--ch--ss--g, + 'There's an end of the whole! + D--rs C--ns, of course, + '_If my own_ hands are dirty, + won't grant a D------ce!' + + He tried to look wise, but he only look'd wild; + The women laugh'd out, and the grave even smiled; + The old frown'd upon him--the children made sport, + And his wife held her _ridicule_ at his 'Report'! + + MORAL. + + _Be warn'd, by his fate + Married, single, and all; + Ye elderly Gentlemen, + Pity his fall!_ + +{014} + +[Illustration: 014] + + + + +PUBLICATION. + + As yon bright orb, that vivifies our ball, + Sees through our system, and illumines all; + +{015} + + So, sees and shines, our _Moral_ Sun, _The Press_, + Alike to vivify the mind, and bless; + + Sees the rat _Leech_ turn towards Milan's walls, + + 'Till the black slime betrays him as he crawls; + Sees, from that recreant, vile, and eunuch-land, + Where felon-perjurers hold their market-stand, + _Cooke_, with his 'cheek of parchment, eye of stone,' + Get up the evidence, to go well down; + + Sees who, with eager hands, the Green Bag cram, + And warns the nation of the frightful flam; + + Sees Him, for whom they work the treacherous + task, + + With face, scarce half conceal'd, behind their mask. + Fat, fifty-eight, and frisky, still a beau, + + Grasping a half-made match; by _Leech_-light go; + Led by a passion, prurient, blind, and letter'd, + Lame, bloated, pointless, flameless, age'd and + shatter'd; + + Creeping, like Guy Fawkes, to blow up his wife, + Whom, spurn'd in youth, he dogs through after-life. + + Scorn'd, exiled, baffled, goaded in distress, + + She owes her safety to a fearless Press: + + With all the freedom that it makes its own, + + It guards, alike, the people and their throne; + + While fools with darkling eye-balls shun its gaze, + And soaring villains scorch beneath its blaze. + +{016} + +[Illustration: 016] + + + + +INDIGNATION + + The day will soon come, when the Judge and the + Ponderer,' + + Will judge between thee, and the charge-daring + + 'Wanderer;' + + Will say--'Thou who cast the first stone at thy wife, + Art thou without sin, and is spotless _thy_ life?' + + Ah! what if _thy_ faults should 'outrival the sloe,' + And thy wife's, beside thine, should look 'whiter + than snow'! + + Bethink thee! the old British Lion awoke, + + Turns indignant, and treads out thy bag-full of smoke. + Spurn thy minions--the traitors, who counsel thee, + banish; + + And the soldiers will quickly forget all their _Spanish!_ + +{017} + +[Illustration: 017] + + + + +CORONATION. + + Shakspeare says, in King John, it's a curse most + abhorrent, + + That '_Slaves_ take the humours of Kings for a warrant.' + A more _useful_ truth never fell from his pen, + + If Kings would apply it like sober-bred men. + + The Slaves of _your_ will, + will make your reign, in History, + + A misrule of force, folly, taxing, and mystery: + Indulging your wish for + what, with law, 's incompatible, + + For the present, they've render'd your crown + not come-at-able; + + And the tongues of old women and infancy wag, + With, 'He call'd for his crown--and + they gave him the _Bag!_' + +{018} + +[Illustration: 018] + + + + +DEGRADATION. + + To this have they brought thee, at last! + +{019} + + Exposed thee, for all men to see! + Ah, surely, their pandering + shall quickly be past: + 'How wretched their portion + shall be! + + Derision shall strike them + forlorn, + + 'A mockery that never shall die: + + 'The curses of hate and the hisses + of scorn, + + 'Shall follow wherever they fly; + 'And proud o'er their ruin + for ever be hurl'd, + + 'The laughter of triumph, + the jeers of the world!' + +THE END + + +[Illustration: 019] + +{020} + +[Illustration: 020] + + + + +THE JOSS AND HIS FOLLY, + + An Extract of an overland, Dispatch. + + I stare at it from out my casement, + + And ask for what is such a place meant. + + Byron. + +July 29, 1820. + + --The queerest of all the queer sights + + I've set sight on;-- + + Is, the _what d'ye-call-t thing_, here, + + The Folly at Brighton + +{021} + + + + The outside--huge teapots, + all drill'd round with holes, + Relieved by extinguishers, + sticking on poles: + The inside--all tea-things, + and dragons, and bells, t + The show rooms--_all_ show, + the sleeping rooms--cells. + + But the _grand_ Curiosity + 's not to be seen-- + The owner himself-- + an old fat _Mandarin_; + A patron of painters + who copy designs, + That grocers and tea-dealers + hang up for signs: + Hence teaboard-taste artists + gain rewards and distinction, + Hence his title of '_Teapot_' + shall last to extinction. + + I saw his great chair + into which he falls--_soss_-- + And sits, in his _China Shop_, + like a large Joss; + His mannikins round him, + in tea-tray array, + His pea-hens beside him, + to make him seem gay. + +{022} + + It is said when he sleeps + on his state Eider-down, + And thinks on his Wife, + and about _half_ a Crown; + That he wakes from these horrible dreams + in a stew; + And that, stretching his arms out, + he screams, Mrs. Q! + + He's cool'd on the M--ch-ss, + but I'm your debtor + For further particulars-- + in a C letter. + + You must know that he hates _his own_ wife, + to a failing;-- + + And it 's thought, it's to shun her, + he's now gone out + + _SAILING._ + +[Illustration: 022] + +Finis. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Queen's Matrimonial Ladder, by William Hone + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21676.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21676.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2869b149096bae11ac305663be6ebf9a03799667 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21676.txt @@ -0,0 +1,541 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Jana Srna and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from scans of public domain material +produced by Microsoft for their Live Search Books site.) + + + + + + + [Illustration] + + + Confessions _of a_ Caricaturist + + By + + Oliver Herford + + New York . Charles Scribner's Sons + + 1917 + + +Copyright, 1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons + + Published September, 1917 + + + + + TO WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS + + [Illustration] + + + + +Contents + + + Page + +William Dean Howells 3 + +Napoleon 4 + +Dante 6 + +Theodore Roosevelt 8 + +Rudyard Kipling 10 + +Ignace Jan Paderewski 12 + +Daniel Frohman 14 + +Charles W. Eliot 16 + +J. Pierpont Morgan 18 + +Gilbert K. Chesterton 20 + +Guglielmo Marconi 22 + +George Bernard Shaw 24 + +Brander Matthews 26 + +John S. Sargent 28 + +Arnold Bennett 30 + +Shakespeare 32 + +William Howard Taft 34 + +G. K. Chesterton 36 + +David Belasco 38 + +Henrik Ibsen 40 + +J. Forbes-Robertson 42 + +John Drew 44 + +Israel Zangwill 46 + +George Bernard Shaw 48 + +Peter Dunne 50 + +Saint Paul 52 + +John D. Rockefeller 54 + +Hiram Maxim 56 + +George Ade 58 + +Christopher Columbus 60 + +F. W. Hohenzollern 62 + +Hafiz 65 + + + + +Confessions _of a_ Caricaturist + + +William Dean Howells + + Not squirrels in the park alone + His love and winter-kindness own. + When Literary Fledglings try + Their wings, in first attempt to fly, + They flutter down to Franklin Square, + Where Howells in his "Easy Chair" + Like good Saint Francis scatters crumbs + Of Hope, to each small bird that comes. + And since Bread, cast upon the main, + Must to the giver come again, + I tender now, long overtime, + This humble Crumb of grateful rhyme. + + (See Frontispiece) + + +Napoleon + + I like to draw Napoleon best + Because one hand is in his vest, + The other hand behind his back. + (For drawing hands I have no knack.) + +[Illustration] + + +Dante + + If you should ask me, whether Dante + Drank Benedictine or Chianti, + I should reply, "I cannot say, + But I can draw him either way." + +[Illustration] + + +Theodore Roosevelt + + The ways of Providence are odd. + If THEODORE means "The Gift of God," + Let us give thanks, at any rate, + The Gift was not a duplicate. + + + _Aside_ (To T. R) + + Dear Theodore, should it give you pain + To read this Rhyme, let me explain. + If we 'exchanged' you, where on Earth + Could we find one of Equal worth? + + O. H. + +[Illustration] + + +Rudyard Kipling + + I seem to see a Shining One, + With eyes that gleam, now fierce, now tender, + Through Goggles that reflect the Sun + "With more than Oriental Splendor"; + I see him sitting on a chest + Heavy with padlocks, bolts, and cording, + Where Untold Treasures hidden rest, + Treasures of Untold Yarns he's hoarding. + Oh, Rudyard, please unlock that chest! + With hope deferred we're growing hoary; + Or was it all an empty jest + Your saying, "_That's another story_"? + +[Illustration] + + +Ignace Jan Paderewski + + When Paderewski is forgot, + Our children's children, like as not, + Will worship in the Hall of Fame, + Some great piano-maker's name. + +[Illustration] + + +Daniel Frohman + + I love to picture Daniel Frohman + In costume of a noble Roman. + For Dan has just the style of hair, + That Julius Caesar used to wear. + +[Illustration] + + +Charles W. Eliot + + And now comes Dr. Eliot stating + That Hell won't bear investigating. + It looks like Charlie's out to bust + The Great Hell-Fire Insurance Trust. + +[Illustration] + + +J. Pierpont Morgan + + In Rome, when Morgan came to town, + They nailed the Colosseum down. + A great Collector! Once his Fad + Was Coins, but when in time he had + Collected all the coin in sight, + To Europe's Art his thoughts took flight. + But let not Europe palpitate + For fear of an Art Syndicate. + There are more Rembrandts, strange to say, + Than ever were in Rembrandt's day; + And statues "planted" in the sand + Will always equal the demand. + +[Illustration] + + +Gilbert K. Chesterton + + Unless I'm very much misled, + Chesterton's easier done than said. + I have not seen him, but his looks + I can imagine from his books. + +[Illustration] + + +Guglielmo Marconi + + I like Marconi best to see + Beneath a Macaroni tree + Playing that Nocturne in F Sharp + By Chopin, on a Wireless Harp. + +[Illustration] + + +George Bernard Shaw + + The very name of Bernard Shaw + Fills me with mingled Mirth and Awe. + Mixture of Mephistopheles, + Don Quixote, and Diogenes, + The Devil's wit, the Don's Romance + Joined to the Cynic's arrogance. + Framed on Pythagorean plan, + A Vegetable Souperman. + Here you may see him crown with bay + The Greatest Playwright of his day;[1] + Observe the look of Self Distrust + And Diffidence--upon the bust. + + [1] For "his" read any.--G. B. S. + +[Illustration] + + +Brander Matthews + + I'd best beware how I make free + With Brander Matthews L. L. D. + Since Prexy Wilson's paved the way + He may be President some day. + +[Illustration] + + +John S. Sargent + + Here's Sargent doing the Duchess X + In pink velours and pea-green checks. + "It helps," says he, "to lift your Grace + A bit above the commonplace." + +[Illustration] + + +Arnold Bennett + + 'Tis very comforting to know + That every other day or so + A Book by Bennett will appear + To charm the Western Hemisphere. + I see him now, with zeal sublime, + Pounding from dawn to dinner-time + Four typewriters, with hands and feet. + When the four novels are complete, + He'll fold, and send _a grande vitesse_ + His Quadrumanuscript to press. + + + P. S. + + Just think how much we'd have to read + If Bennett were a centipede + + O. H. + +[Illustration] + + +Shakespeare + + Will Shakespeare, the Baconians say, + Was the Belasco of his day-- + Others more plausibly maintain + He was the double of Hall Caine. + +[Illustration] + + +William Howard Taft + + I'm sorry William Taft is out + Of Politics; without a doubt + Of all the Presidential crew + He was the easiest to do. + +[Illustration] + + +G. K. Chesterton + + When Plain Folk, such as you or I, + See the Sun sinking in the sky, + We think it is the Setting Sun, + But Mr. Gilbert Chesterton + Is not so easily misled. + He calmly stands upon his head, + And upside down obtains a new + And Chestertonian point of view, + Observing thus, how from his toes + The sun creeps nearer to his nose, + He cries with wonder and delight, + "How Grand the SUNRISE is to-night!" + +[Illustration] + + +David Belasco + + Behold Belasco in his den, + Wielding the scissors, paste and pen, + And writing with consummate skill + A play by W. De Mille. + +[Illustration] + + +Henrik Ibsen + + I once drew Ibsen, looking bored + Across a deep Norwegian Fjord, + And very nearly every one + Mistook him for the midnight sun. + +[Illustration] + + +J. Forbes-Robertson + + I'm told the Artist who aspires + To draw Forbes-Robertson requires + A Sargent's brush. Dear me! how sad! + I've lost the only one I had. + +[Illustration] + + +John Drew + + For Perfect Form there are but few + That can compare with Mr. Drew; + A Form most fittingly displayed + In roles from London, tailor-made + By Messrs. Maughn, Pinero, Jones, + In quiet, gentlemanly tones. + The _Nouveaux-Riches_ flock, day by day, + To learn from John how to display + (Without unnecessary gloom) + The manners of the drawing-room. + This possibly may be the cause + (Or one of them) why John Drew draws. + +[Illustration] + + +Israel Zangwill + + This picture though it is not much + Like Zangwill, is not void of worth + It has one true Zangwillian touch + It looks like nothing else on earth. + +[Illustration] + + +George Bernard Shaw + + George Bernard Shaw--Oh, yes, I know + I did him not so long ago. + But then, you see, I _like_ to do + George Bernard Shaw (George likes it too). + +[Illustration] + + +Peter Dunne + +_By the Harp_ + + "Shpeaking of Harps, sure me frind Pete + Has got the Harp of Tara beat," + Said Mr. Dooley. "Div'l a thing + That boy can't play upon won shtring. + For all the wurrld, to hear him play + You'd think 'twas a whole orchestray. + Great Shtatesmen come from far and near + And shtop their talking, just to hear + Him harp upon the latest kinks + In politics and social jinks. + Niver was such a music sharp, + I'd orter know, sure _I'm_ the Harp." + +[Illustration] + + +Saint Paul + + It saddens me to think Saint Paul + Such lengthy letters had to scrawl. + And so to make his labor lighter + I picture him with a typewriter. + +[Illustration] + + +John D. Rockefeller + + Few faces interest me less + Than Rockefeller's, I confess. + 'Twould vastly better suit my whim + To draw his bank account, than him. + +[Illustration] + + +Hiram Maxim + + From Hiram Maxim's hair you'd think + His specialty was spilling ink-- + You'd never dream he'd spilt more blood + Than any one man since the Flood. + +[Illustration] + + +George Ade + + Somehow I always like to think + Of GEORGEADE as a Summer Drink, + Sparkling and cool, with just a Tang + Of Pleasant Effervescent Slang; + A Wholesome Tonic, without question, + And Cure for Moral Indigestion. + In Summer-time, beneath the shade, + We find Refreshment in GEORGEADE. + And 'mid the Scorching City's roar + We drink him up and call for more. + I often wonder what the "Trade" + Buys half so precious as GEORGEADE. + +[Illustration] + + +Christopher Columbus + + Columbus is an easy one + To draw, for when the picture's done, + Where is the captious critic who + Can say the likeness is not true? + +[Illustration] + + +F. W. Hohenzollern + + In things like this I've always tried + To look upon the Brighter Side; + And when I see the Prince, I say + "The Crown's worth _something_ anyway." + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration: _Picture of O. H. and Hafiz, the "Persian Kitten," by +James Montgomery Flagg._] + + +[Illustration] + +Hafiz + + When Hafiz saw the portrait free, + By Monty Flagg, of him and me, + He made remarks one can't repeat + In any reputable sheet. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Confessions of a Caricaturist, by Oliver Herford + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21866.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21866.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..df4eb2f6181a63630f5dc9d2a97229ebe81bd8c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21866.txt @@ -0,0 +1,407 @@ + + + + + +Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: In this version, the following replacements were +made: a with macron is [a|], a with circumflex is [a^], i with macron +is [i|], o with circumflex is [o^], and n with tilde is [n~].] + +THE GUNDUNGURRA LANGUAGE. + +BY R. H. MATHEWS, L.S. + +(_Read October 4, 1901._) + +The Dhar'rook and Gun'dungur'ra tribes respectively occupied the +from the mouth of the Hawkesbury river to Mount Victoria, and thence +southerly to Berrima and Goulburn, New South Wales. On the south and +southeast they were joined by the Thurrawal, whose language has the +same structure, although differing in vocabulary. + +Besides the verbs and pronouns, many of the nouns, adjectives, +prepositions and adverbs are subject to inflection for number and +person. Similar inflections have, to some extent, been observed in +certain islands of the Pacific Ocean, but have not hitherto been +reported in Australia. I have also discovered two forms of the dual +and plural of the first personal pronoun, a specialty which has +likewise been found in Polynesian and North American dialects. Traces +of a double dual were noticed by Mr. Threlkeld at Lake Macquarie, New +South Wales, and traces of a double plural by Mr. Tuckfield in the +Geelong tribe; but the prevalence of both forms of the dual and plural +in different parts of speech in any Australian language has, up to the +present, escaped observation. + +Orthography. + +Ninteen letters of the English alphabet are sounded, comprising +fourteen consonants--b, d, g, h, j, k, l, m, n, p, r, t, w, y--and +five vowels--a, e, i, o, u. Every word is spelled phonetically, the +letters having the same value as in English, with the following +qualifications: + +Unmarked vowels have the usual short sound. + +Vowels having the long sound are distinguished by the following marks: + + [a|] as in fate [i|] as in pie oo as in moon + [a^] as in father [o^] as in pole ee as in feel + ou as in loud + +It is frequently difficult to distinguish between the short or +unmarked sound of a and that of u. A thick or dull sound of i is +occasionally met with, which closely approaches the short sound of u +or a. + +G is hard in every instance. + +R has a rough trilled sound, as in hurrah! + +Ng at the beginning of a word, as ngee=yes, has a peculiar sound, +which can be got very closely by putting oo before it, as oong-ee', +and articulating it quickly as ony syllable. At the end of a word or +syllable it has substantially the sound of ng in our word sing. + +The sound of the Spanish [n~] is frequent, both at the beginning or +end of a syllable. + +Y, followed by a vowel, is attached to several consonants, as in dya, +dyee, tyoo, etc., and is pronounced therewith in one syllable, the +initial sound of the d or other consonant being retained. Y at the +beginning of a word or syllable has its usual consonant value. + +Dh is pronounced nearly as th in "that" with a slight sound of the d +preceding it. + +Nh has nearly the sound of th in "that" with an initial sound of the +n. + +The final h is guttural, resembling ch in the German word "joch." + +T is interchangeable with d, p with b, and g with k in most words +where these letters are employed. + +A sound resembling j is frequently given by the natives, which can be +represented by dy or ty; thus, dya or tya has very nearly the same +sound as ja. + +In all cases where there is a double consonant, each letter is +distinctly enunciated. + +W always commences a syllable or word and has its ordinary consonant +sound in all cases. + +At the end of a syllable or word, ty is sounded as one letter; thus, +in beety-bal-lee-ma[n~], it is disappearing, the syllable beety can be +obtained by commencing to say "beet-ye," and stopping short without +articulating the final e, but including the sound of the y in +conjunction with the t--the two letters being pronounced together as +one. + +Articles. + +The equivalents of the English articles, "a" and "the," do not occur +in this language. + +Nouns. + +_Number._--Nouns have the singular, dual and plural: + + (1) _Singular_ A man Murri[n~] + _Dual_ A pair of men Murri[n~]boolallee + _Plural_ Several men Murri[n~]dyargang + + (2) _Singular_ A kangaroo Booroo + _Dual_ A pair of kangaroos Booroolallee + _Plural_ Several kangaroos Boorooyargang + +It will be observed that the dual and plural suffixes vary slightly in +form, according to the termination of the noun. + +_Gender._--Mur'ri[n~], a man; bul'lan, a woman; boobal, a boy; +mullunga, a girl; goodha, a child of either sex; warrambal, a young +man. Another name for a man is boual; a married man is kunbeelang; a +married woman is boualillang. Generally the males of animals are +distinguished by the addition of goomban, and the females by dhoorook. +The males of certain animals have a name which distinguishes them +without stating the sex; thus, the male of wallee, the opossum, is +known as jerrawul, while the female is wallee dhoorook. Goola, the +native bear, has burrandang for the male and goola dhoorook for the +female. A few animals have a distinctive word for the female as well +as for the male; thus, the female of the wallaroo is b[a^]wa, and the +male goondarw[a^]. Others again have the suffix koual for the male, +and [n~]oual for the female. The words for "male" and "female" are +inflected for number like other adjectives. + +_Case._--There are two forms of the nominative, the first naming the +subject at rest; as Boual ngabooroma[n~], the man sleeps. The second +shows that the subject is doing some act; thus, mirreegangga wallee +burr[a^]ra[n~], the dog an opossum bit. Mirreegang is a dog in the +first nominative. + +The possessive case takes a suffix both to the possessor and that +which is possessed: + +Murringoo warrangangoong, a man's boomerang. + +Mirreegangoo goodh[a^]woong, a dog's puppy. + +Bullangoo goodh[a^]yarroong, a woman's children. + +Booroongoo dhoombirgoong, a kangaroo's tail. + +Any object over which one can exercise ownership can be conjugated by +possessive suffixes for number and person: + + _Singular._ First person My boomerang Warrangandya + Second Person Thy boomerang Warranganyee + Third Person His boomerang Warrangangoong + + _Dual._ First Person Our boomerang, incl. Warrangangulla + Our boomerang, excl. Warrangangullang + Second Person Your boomerang Warranganboola + Third Person Their boomerang Warranganboolangoo + + _Plural._ First Person Our boomerang, incl. Warranganyinnang + Our boomerang, excl. Warranganyillung + Second Person Your boomerang Warranganyoorung + Third Person Their boomerang Warrangandyunnung + +The accusative does not differ from the nominative. There are a few +forms of nouns for the dative and oblative, but these cases are +frequently shown by modifications of the verb; as, I carried to him, +he carried from me. They are also indicated by the pronouns; as, with +me, to me. + +Pronouns. + +Pronouns are inflected for number, person and case. There are two +forms of the dual and plural in the first person. The following table +shows the nominative and possessive cases: + + _Singular._ I Goolangga Mine Goolanggooya + Thou Goolanjee Thine Goolanyingoo + He Dhannooladhoo His Dhannoogoolangoo + + _Dual._ We, incl. Goolanga Ours, incl. Goolangal[i|]a + We, excl. Goolangaloong Ours, excl. Goolangaloong + Ye Goolamboo Yours Goolambooloong + They Dhannooboola Theirs Dhannooboolangoo + + _Plural._ We, incl. Goolanyan Ours, incl. Goolanyannung + We, excl. Goolanyilla Ours, excl. Goolanyillungoon + Ye Goolambanoo Yours Goolanthooroong + They Dhannoojimmalang Theirs Goolangandyoolang + +These possessives admit of variations to include two or several +articles and in other ways. There are also forms of the pronouns +signifying, with me, with thee, and so on as follows: + + _Singular._ First Person With me Goolangngooreea + Second Person With thee Goolangooroonyee + Third Person With him Goolangooroong + + _Dual._ First Person With us, incl. Goolangooroongulla + With us, excl. Goolangooroongullung + Second Person With ye Goolangoorooloong + Third Person With them Goolangooroolangoo + + _Plural._ First Person With us, incl. Goolangooroo[n~]unnung + With us, excl. Goolangooroo[n~]ullungoo + Second Person With ye Goolangooroo[n~]ooroong + Third Person With them Goolangooroodyunnung + +There are other modifications of the pronouns to meet different forms +of expression. The demonstratives and interrogatives are inflected for +number and person like the rest. + +Adjectives. + +Adjectives take the same dual and plural numbers as the nouns with +which they are used: + + (1) Barr[i|] buggarabang A wallaby, large + Barr[i|]woolallee buggarabangoolallee A couple of wallabies, both large + Barr[i|]dyargang buggarabangargang Several wallabies, all large + + (2) Bullan yeddung A woman pretty + Bullanboollee yeddungboolallee A couple of pretty women + Bullandhar yeddungdyargang Several pretty women + +Comparison is effected by saying, This is heavy--that is heavy; this +is smooth--that is not; this is sharp--that is very sharp. + +When used predicatively, as yooroang or yoorwang, he is strong, an +adjective can be conjugated through all the tenses and moods of an +intransitive verb: + +_Present Tense._ + + _Singular._ First Person I am strong Yooroangga or Yoorwangga + Second Person Thou art strong Yooroandyee + Third Person He is strong Yooroang + + _Dual._ First Person We are strong, incl. Yooroanga + We are strong, excl. Yooroangaloong + Second Person Ye are strong Yooroangboo + Third Person They are strong Yooroangboola + + _Plural._ First Person We are strong, incl. Yooroanyun + We are strong, excl. Yooroanyulla + Second Person Ye are strong Yooroanthoo + Third Person They are strong Yooroanjimmalang + +The past and future tenses are not given, owing to want of space. + +Verbs. + +Verbs have the singular, dual and plural numbers, the usual persons +and tenses, and three principal moods, viz., indicative, imperative +and conditional. The verb-stem and a contraction of the pronoun are +incorporated, and the word thus formed is used in the conjugation. + +INDICATIVE MOOD. + +_Present Tense._ + + _Singular._ First Person I throw (throw I) Yerreemangga + Second Person Thou throwest Yerreemandyee + Third Person He throws Yerreema[n~] + + _Dual._ First Person We throw, incl. Yerreemang'a + We throw, excl. Yerreemangaloong + Second Person Ye throw Yerreemanboo + Third Person They throw Yerreemanboola + + _Plural._ First Person We throw, incl. Yerreemanyan + We throw, excl. Yerreemanyalla + Second Person Ye throw Yerreemanthoo + Third Person They throw Yerreemandyoolung + +_Past Tense._ + + _Singular._ First Person I threw (threw I) Yerreeing'ga + Second Person Thou threwest Yerreerindyee + Third Person He threw Yerreering + + _Dual._ First Person We threw, incl. Yerreering'a + We threw, excl. Yerreeringaloong + Second Person Ye threw Yerreeringboo + Third Person They threw Yerreeringboola + + _Plural._ First Person We threw, incl. Yerreeooranyan + We threw, excl. Yerreeooranyulla + Second Person Ye threw Yerreeooranthoo + Third Person They threw Yerreeooradyoolung + +_Future Tense._ + + _Singular._ First Person I will throw Yerreeningga + Second Person Thou wilt throw Yerrenindyee + Third Person He will throw Yerreeni[n~] + + _Dual._ First Person We will throw, incl. Yerreening'a + We will throw, excl. Yerreeningaloong + Second Person Ye will throw Yerreenimboo + Third Person They will throw Yerreenimboola + + _Plural._ First Person We will throw, incl. Yerreeninyan + We will throw, excl. Yerreeninyulla + Second Person Ye will throw Yerreemunanthoo + Third Person They will throw Yerreemunadyoolung + +IMPERATIVE MOOD. + + _Singular_ Second Person Throw thou Yer'-ree + _Dual_ Second Person Throw ye Yer'-ree-ou' + _Plural_ Second Person Throw ye Yer'-ree-a-nhoor' + +CONDITIONAL MOOD. + + Perhaps I will throw Yerreeningga booramboonda + +If a negative meaning be required, it is effected by means of an +infix, mooga, between the verb-stem and the abbreviated pronoun. One +example in the first person singular in each tense will exhibit the +negative form of the verb: + + I am not throwing Yerreemoogamangga + I did not throw Yerreemoogaringga + I will not throw Yerreemooganingga + +This negative infix can be applied in the same manner to all the +persons of the three tenses. + +There are numerous modifications of the verbal suffixes to convey +variations of meaning; as, "I threw at him," "He threw at me," etc., +which can be conjugated for number and person. Case can also be +indicated in this way, as already stated in dealing with the nouns. + +Verbs have no passive voice. If a native desires to state that a fish +was swallowed by a pelican, he would say, "A pelican swallowed a +fish." + +Prepositions. + +Some prepositions can be used separately, as dhooreegoong, between; +warroo, around; willinga, behind, and several others, thus: +Dhooreegoong ngullawoolee, between trees two or between two trees; +gunbee warroo, the fire around or around the fire. + +A prepositional meaning is often obtained by a verb; thus, instead of +having a word for "up" or "down," a native will say, Boomaningga, up I +will go; woor[a^]ramuningga, down I will go. Many of the prepositions +admit of conjugation for number and person, as in the following +example: + + _Singular._ First Person Behind me Willing[i|]a + Second Person Behind thee Willinganyee + Third Person Behind him Willing[a^]woong + + _Dual._ First Person Behind us, incl. Willingangulla + Behind us, excl. Willingangullung + Second Person Behind ye Willingang[a^]wooloong + Third Person Behind them Willingangawoolangoo + + _Plural._ First Person Behind us, incl. Willinganyanung + Behind us, excl. Willinganyanungoo + Second Person Behind ye Willinganthooroong + Third Person Behind them Willingadyanung + +Adverbs. + +Space will not permit of a list of adverbs any further than to +illustrate how some of them can be conjugated: + + _Singular._ First Person Where go I Ngoondeeneea + Second Person Where goest thou Ngoondeenee[n~]ee + Third Person Where goes he Ngoondeeneeoong + + _Dual._ First Person Where go we, incl. Ngoondeeneenga + Where go we, excl. Ngoondeeneengoolung + Second Person Where go ye Ngoondeeneewoo + Third Person Where go they Ngoondeeneewoola + + _Plural._ First Person Where go we, incl. Ngoondeenee[n~]nun + Where go we, excl. Ngoondeenee[n~]ulla + Second Person Where go ye Ngoondeenee[n~]oo + Third Person Where go they Ngoondeeneeyoolung + +Adverbial meanings are sometimes conveyed by means of verbs, as +beetyballeema[n~], he (or it) goes out of sight. Conjunctions and +interjections are few and unimportant. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Gundungurra Language, by R. H. Mathews + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21941.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21941.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9a6b09830a6351115727e19de1a243849afd876f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg21941.txt @@ -0,0 +1,335 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Audrey Longhurst, Janet Blenkinship and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +Grandmother's Story + +of + +Bunker Hill Battle + +_as She Saw it from the Belfry_ + +by + +Oliver Wendell Holmes + + +_With Illustrations by_ + +Howard Pyle + + +_Boston and New York_ +Houghton Mifflin Company +The Riverside Press Cambridge +MCMXXV + +COPYRIGHT, 1875, BY JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO. +COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. +COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES + +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + +The Riverside Press + +CAMBRIDGE . MASSACHUSETTS +PRINTED IN THE U.S.A. + +[Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + +_GRANDMOTHER'S STORY_ + +_of_ + +BUNKER HILL + +_BATTLE_ + + + + +'T is like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers +All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls;" +When I talk of _Whig_ and _Tory_, when I tell the _Rebel_ story, +To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals. + + +I had heard the muskets' rattle of the April running battle; +Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, I can see their red coats still; +But a deadly chill comes o'er me, as the day looms up before me, +When a thousand men lay bleeding on the slopes of Bunker's Hill. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +'T was a peaceful summer's morning, when the first thing gave us warning +Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore: +"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this noise and + clatter? +Have those scalping Indian devils come to murder us once more?" + +Poor old soul! my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking, +To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar: +She had seen the burning village, and the slaughter and the pillage, +When the Mohawks killed her father with their bullets through his door. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Then I said, "Now, dear old granny, don't you fret and worry any, +For I'll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play; +There can't be mischief in it, so I won't be gone a minute"-- +For a minute then I started. I was gone the livelong day. + +No time for bodice-lacing or for looking-glass grimacing; +Down my hair went as I hurried, tumbling half-way to my heels; +God forbid your ever knowing, when there's blood around her flowing, +How the lonely, helpless daughter of a quiet household feels! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +In the street I heard a thumping; and I knew it was the stumping +Of the Corporal, our old neighbor, on that wooden leg he wore, +With a knot of women round him,--it was lucky I had found him, +So I followed with the others, and the Corporal marched before. + +They were making for the steeple,--the old soldier and his people; +The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the creaking stair, +Just across the narrow river--oh, so close it made me shiver!-- +Stood a fortress on the hill-top that but yesterday was bare. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it, +Though the earthwork hid them from us, and the stubborn walls were dumb: +Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other, +And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR HAS COME! + +The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted, +And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons' deafening thrill, +When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately; +It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he commanded on the hill. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Every woman's heart grew bigger when we saw his manly figure, +With the banyan buckled round it, standing up so straight and tall; +Like a gentleman of leisure who is strolling out for pleasure, +Through the storm of shells and cannon-shot he walked around the wall. + +At eleven the streets were swarming, for the red-coats' ranks were forming; +At noon in marching order they were moving to the piers; +How the bayonets gleamed and glistened, as we looked far down, and listened +To the trampling and the drum-beat of the belted grenadiers! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +At length the men have started, with a cheer (it seemed faint-hearted), +In their scarlet regimentals, with their knapsacks on their backs, +And the reddening, rippling water, as after a sea-fight's slaughter, +Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along their tracks. + +So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order; +And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers, soldiers still: +The time seemed everlasting to us women faint and fasting,-- +At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly up the hill. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +We can see the bright steel glancing all along the lines advancing-- +Now the front rank fires a volley--they have thrown away their shot; +For behind their earthwork lying, all the balls above them flying, +Our people need not hurry; so they wait and answer not. + +Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear sometimes and tipple),-- +He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old French war) before,-- +Calls out in words of jeering, just as if they all were hearing,-- +And his wooden leg thumps fiercely on the dusty belfry floor:-- + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Oh! fire away, ye villains, and earn King George's shillin's, +But ye'll waste a ton of powder afore a 'rebel' falls; +You may bang the dirt and welcome, they're as safe as Dan'l Malcolm +Ten foot beneath the gravestone that you've splintered with your balls!" + +In the hush of expectation, in the awe and trepidation +Of the dread approaching moment, we are well-nigh breathless all; +Though the rotten bars are failing on the rickety belfry railing, +We are crowding up against them like the waves against a wall. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Just a glimpse (the air is clearer), they are nearer,--nearer,--nearer, +When a flash--a curling smoke-wreath--then a crash--the steeple shakes-- +The deadly truce is ended; the tempest's shroud is rended; +Like a morning mist it gathered, like a thunder-cloud it breaks! + +Oh the sight our eyes discover as the blue-black smoke blows over! +The red-coats stretched in windrows as a mower rakes his hay; +Here a scarlet heap is lying, there a headlong crowd is flying +Like a billow that has broken and is shivered into spray. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Then we cried, "The troops are routed! they are beat--it can't be doubted! +God be thanked, the fight is over!"--Ah! the grim old soldier's smile! +"Tell us, tell us why you look so?" (we could hardly speak, we shook so),-- +"Are they beaten? _Are_ they beaten? ARE they beaten?"--"Wait a while." + +Oh the trembling and the terror! for too soon we saw our error: +They are baffled, not defeated; we have driven them back in vain; +And the columns that were scattered, round the colors that were tattered, +Toward the sullen, silent fortress turn their belted breasts again. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +All at once, as we are gazing, lo the roofs of Charlestown blazing! +They have fired the harmless village; in an hour it will be down! +The Lord in heaven confound them, rain his fire and brimstone round them,-- +The robbing, murdering red-coats, that would burn a peaceful town! + +They are marching, stern and solemn; we can see each massive column +As they near the naked earth-mound with the slanting walls so steep. +Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in noiseless haste departed? +Are they panic-struck and helpless? Are they palsied or asleep? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Now! the walls they're almost under! scarce a rod the foes asunder! +Not a firelock flashed against them! up the earthwork they will swarm! +But the words have scarce been spoken, when the ominous calm is broken, +And a bellowing crash has emptied all the vengeance of the storm! + +So again, with murderous slaughter, pelted backwards to the water, +Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened braves of Howe; +And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's their barges they have + run for: +They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the battle's over now!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +And we looked, poor timid creatures, on the rough old soldier's features, +Our lips afraid to question, but he knew what we would ask: +"Not sure," he said; "keep quiet,--once more, I guess, they'll try it-- +Here's damnation to the cut-throats!"--then he handed me his flask, + +Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky; +I'm afeard there'll be more trouble afore the job is done;" +So I took one scorching swallow; dreadful faint I felt and hollow, +Standing there from early morning when the firing was begun. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +All through those hours of trial I had watched a calm clock dial, +As the hands kept creeping, creeping,--they were creeping round to four, +When the old man said, "They're forming with their bagonets fixed for + storming: +It's the death-grip that's a-coming,--they will try the works once more." + +With brazen trumpets blaring, the flames behind them glaring, +The deadly wall before them, in close array they come; +Still onward, upward toiling, like a dragon's fold uncoiling,-- +Like the rattlesnake's shrill warning the reverberating drum! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Over heaps all torn and gory--shall I tell the fearful story, +How they surged above the breast-work, as a sea breaks over a deck; +How, driven, yet scarce defeated, our worn-out men retreated, +With their powder-horns all emptied, like the swimmers from a wreck? + +It has all been told and painted; as for me, they say I fainted, +And the wooden-legged old Corporal stumped with me down the stair: +When I woke from dreams affrighted the evening lamps were lighted,-- +On the floor a youth was lying; his bleeding breast was bare. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +And I heard through all the flurry, "Send for WARREN! hurry! hurry! +Tell him here's a soldier bleeding, and he'll come and dress his wound!" +Ah, we knew not till the morrow told its tale of death and sorrow, +How the starlight found him stiffened on the dark and bloody ground. + +Who the youth was, what his name was, where the place from which he + came was, +Who had brought him from the battle, and had left him at our door, +He could not speak to tell us; but 't was one of our brave fellows, +As the homespun plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +For they all thought he was dying, as they gathered round him crying,-- +And they said, "Oh, how they'll miss him!" and "What _will_ his mother do?" +Then, his eyelids just unclosing like a child's that has been dozing, +He faintly murmured, "Mother!"--and--I saw his eyes were blue. + +"Why, grandma, how you're winking!" Ah, my child, it sets me thinking +Of a story not like this one. Well, he somehow lived along; +So we came to know each other, and I nursed him like a--mother, +Till at last he stood before me, tall, and rosy-cheeked, and strong. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +And we sometimes walked together in the pleasant summer weather, +--"Please to tell us what his name was?" Just your own, my little dear,-- +There's his picture Copley painted: we became so well acquainted, +That--in short, that's why I'm grandma, and you children all are here! + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22032.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22032.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..57ee6e2f2b855e49029b6e46b269490b0700f95f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22032.txt @@ -0,0 +1,491 @@ + + + + + +Transcribed from the 1902 John Lane, The Bodley Head edition by David +Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + +Later Poems + + +By Alice Meynell +Author of "Poems" + +London and New York +John Lane, The Bodley Head +1902 + +_Copyright_, 1901 +BY JOHN LANE +_All rights reserved_ + +UNIVERSITY PRESS--JOHN WILSON +AND SON--CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A. + +TO + +A. T. + + + + +Contents: + + +The Shepherdess +"I am the Way" +Via, et Veritas, et Vita +Why wilt Thou Chide? +The Lady Poverty +The Fold +Cradle-song at Twilight +The Roaring Frost +Parentage +The Modern Mother +West Wind in Winter +November Blue +Chimes +Unto us a Son is given +A Dead Harvest +The Two Poets +A Poet's Wife +Veneration of Images +At Night + + + + +THE SHEPHERDESS + + +She walks--the lady of my delight-- + A shepherdess of sheep. +Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; + She guards them from the steep. +She feeds them on the fragrant height, + And folds them in for sleep. + +She roams maternal hills and bright, + Dark valleys safe and deep. +Into that tender breast at night + The chastest stars may peep. +She walks--the lady of my delight-- + A shepherdess of sheep. + +She holds her little thoughts in sight, + Though gay they run and leap. +She is so circumspect and right; + She has her soul to keep. +She walks--the lady of my delight-- + A shepherdess of sheep. + + + + +"I AM THE WAY" + + + Thou art the Way. +Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal, + I cannot say +If Thou hadst ever met my soul. + + I cannot see-- +I, child of process--if there lies + An end for me, +Full of repose, full of replies. + + I'll not reproach +The way that goes, my feet that stir. + Access, approach, +Art Thou, time, way, and wayfarer. + + + + +VIA, ET VERITAS, ET VITA + + +"You never attained to Him?" "If to attain + Be to abide, then that may be." +"Endless the way, followed with how much pain!" + "The way was He." + + + + +"WHY WILT THOU CHIDE?" + + + Why wilt thou chide, +Who hast attained to be denied? + Oh learn, above +All price is my refusal, Love. + My sacred Nay +Was never cheapened by the way. +Thy single sorrow crowns thee lord +Of an unpurchasable word. + + Oh strong, Oh pure! +As Yea makes happier loves secure, + I vow thee this +Unique rejection of a kiss. + I guard for thee +This jealous sad monopoly. +I seal this honour thine. None dare +Hope for a part in thy despair. + + + + +THE LADY POVERTY + + +The Lady Poverty was fair: +But she has lost her looks of late, +With change of times and change of air. +Ah slattern, she neglects her hair, +Her gown, her shoes. She keeps no state +As once when her pure feet were bare. + +Or--almost worse, if worse can be-- +She scolds in parlours; dusts and trims, +Watches and counts. Oh, is this she +Whom Francis met, whose step was free, +Who with Obedience carolled hymns, +In Umbria walked with Chastity? + +Where is her ladyhood? Not here, +Not among modern kinds of men; +But in the stony fields, where clear +Through the thin trees the skies appear; +In delicate spare soil and fen, +And slender landscape and austere. + + + + +THE FOLD + + + Behold, +The time is now! Bring back, bring back +Thy flocks of fancies, wild of whim. +Oh lead them from the mountain-track-- + Thy frolic thoughts untold. +Oh bring them in--the fields grow dim-- + And let me be the fold. + + Behold, +The time is now! Call in, O call +Thy posturing kisses gone astray +For scattered sweets. Gather them all + To shelter from the cold. +Throng them together, close and gay, + And let me be the fold! + + + + +CRADLE-SONG AT TWILIGHT + + +The child not yet is lulled to rest. + Too young a nurse, the slender Night +So laxly holds him to her breast + That throbs with flight. + +He plays with her and will not sleep. + For other playfellows she sighs; +An unmaternal fondness keep + Her alien eyes. + + + + +THE ROARING FROST + + +A flock of winds came winging from the North, +Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forth + With a resounding call! + +Where will they close their wings and cease their cries-- +Between what warming seas and conquering skies-- + And fold, and fall? + + + + +PARENTAGE + + + "When Augustus Caesar legislated against the unmarried citizens of + Rome, he declared them to be, in some sort, slayers of the people." + + Ah no, not these! +These, who were childless, are not they who gave +So many dead unto the journeying wave, +The helpless nurslings of the cradling seas; +Not they who doomed by infallible decrees +Unnumbered man to the innumerable grave. + + But those who slay +Are fathers. Theirs are armies. Death is theirs, +The death of innocences and despairs; +The dying of the golden and the grey. +The sentence, when these speak it, has no Nay. +And she who slays is she who bears, who bears. + + + + +THE MODERN MOTHER + + + Oh what a kiss +With filial passion overcharged is this! + To this misgiving breast +The child runs, as a child ne'er ran to rest +Upon the light heart and the unoppressed. + + Unhoped, unsought! +A little tenderness, this mother thought + The utmost of her meed +She looked for gratitude; content indeed +With thus much that her nine years' love had bought. + + Nay, even with less. +This mother, giver of life, death, peace, distress, + Desired ah! not so much +Thanks as forgiveness; and the passing touch +Expected, and the slight, the brief caress. + + Oh filial light +Strong in these childish eyes, these new, these bright + Intelligible stars! Their rays +Are near the constant earth, guides in the maze, +Natural, true, keen in this dusk of days. + + + + +WEST WIND IN WINTER + + +Another day awakes. And who-- + Changing the world--is this? +He comes at whiles, the Winter through, + West Wind! I would not miss +His sudden tryst: the long, the new + Surprises of his kiss. + +Vigilant, I make haste to close + With him who comes my way. +I go to meet him as he goes; + I know his note, his lay, +His colour and his morning rose; + And I confess his day. + +My window waits; at dawn I hark + His call; at morn I meet +His haste around the tossing park + And down the softened street; +The gentler light is his; the dark, + The grey--he turns it sweet. + +So too, so too, do I confess + My poet when he sings. +He rushes on my mortal guess + With his immortal things. +I feel, I know him. On I press-- + He finds me 'twixt his wings. + + + + +NOVEMBER BLUE + + + _The colour of the electric lights has a strange effect in giving a + complementary tint to the air in the early evening_.--ESSAY ON LONDON. + +O, Heavenly colour! London town + Has blurred it from her skies; +And hooded in an earthly brown, + Unheaven'd the city lies. +No longer standard-like this hue + Above the broad road flies; +Nor does the narrow street the blue + Wear, slender pennon-wise. + +But when the gold and silver lamps + Colour the London dew, +And, misted by the winter damps, + The shops shine bright anew-- +Blue comes to earth, it walks the street, + It dyes the wide air through; +A mimic sky about their feet, + The throng go crowned with blue. + + + + +CHIMES + + +Brief, on a flying night, +From the shaken tower, +A flock of bells take flight, +And go with the hour. + +Like birds from the cote to the gales, +Abrupt--O hark! +A fleet of bells set sails, +And go to the dark. + +Sudden the cold airs swing. +Alone, aloud, +A verse of bells takes wing +And flies with the cloud. + + + + +UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN + + + Given, not lent, + And not withdrawn--once sent-- +This Infant of mankind, this One, +Is still the little welcome Son. + + New every year, + New-born and newly dear, +He comes with tidings and a song, +The ages long, the ages long. + + Even as the cold + Keen winter grows not old; +As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, +And spring in the familiar green; + + Sudden as sweet + Come the expected feet. +All joy is young, and new all art, +And He, too, Whom we have by heart. + + + + +A DEAD HARVEST +[IN KENSINGTON GARDENS] + + +Along the graceless grass of town +They rake the rows of red and brown, +Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay, +Delicate, neither gold nor grey, +Raked long ago and far away. + +A narrow silence in the park; +Between the lights a narrow dark. +One street rolls on the north, and one, +Muffled, upon the south doth run. +Amid the mist the work is done. + +A futile crop; for it the fire +Smoulders, and, for a stack, a pyre. +So go the town's lives on the breeze, +Even as the sheddings of the trees; +Bosom nor barn is filled with these. + + + + +THE TWO POETS + + + Whose is the speech +That moves the voices of this lonely beech? +Out of the long West did this wild wind come-- +Oh strong and silent! And the tree was dumb, + Ready and dumb, until +The dumb gale struck it on the darkened hill. + + Two memories, +Two powers, two promises, two silences +Closed in this cry, closed in these thousand leaves +Articulate. This sudden hour retrieves + The purpose of the past, +Separate, apart--embraced, embraced at last. + + "Whose is the word? +Is it I that spake? Is it thou? Is it I that heard?" +"Thine earth was solitary; yet I found thee!" +"Thy sky was pathless, but I caught, I bound thee, + Thou visitant divine." +"O thou my Voice, the word was thine." + "Was thine." + + + + +A POET'S WIFE + + +I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land + Within a field's embrace-- +The very sea! Afar it fled the strand + And gave the seasons chase, +And met the night alone, the tempest spanned, + Saw sunrise face to face. + +O Poet, more than ocean, lonelier! + In inaccessible rest +And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir, + Scattered through east to west,-- +Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her + Who locks thee to her breast. + + + + +VENERATION OF IMAGES + + +Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat, + Gather, clasp, welcome, bind, +Lack, or remember! whose warm pulses beat + With love of thine own kind; + +Unlifted for a blessing on yon sea, + Unshrined on this high-way, +O flesh, O grief, thou too shalt have our knee, + Thou rood of every day! + + + + +AT NIGHT + + +Home, home from the horizon far and clear, + Hither the soft wings sweep; +Flocks of the memories of the day draw near + The dovecote doors of sleep. + +O which are they that come through sweetest light + Of all these homing birds? +Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight? + Your words to me, your words! + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22289.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22289.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2e9c1f0e90481276eb1f859ab882799d3aca8230 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22289.txt @@ -0,0 +1,523 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Starner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + [Transcriber's Note: + + This text is intended for users whose text readers cannot use the + "real" (unicode/utf-8) version of the file. 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Errors + and details are given at the end of the text.] + + + + +[P]The Conuercyon of swerers. + + + [Illustration] + + The frutefull sent[en]ce & the noble werkes + To our doctryne wryt[en] [in] olde [an]tyquyte + By many gret & ryght notable clerkes + Gro[un]ded on reason and hygh auctoryte + Dyde gyue vs example by good moralyte + To folowe the trace of trouth and ryght wysnes + Leuynge our synne and mortall wrechednes + + By theyr wrytynge doth to vs appere + The famous actes of many a champyon + In the courte of fame renowned fayre and clere + And some endyted theyr entencyon + Cloked in coloure harde in construccyon + Specyally poetes vnder cloudy fygures + Couered the trouthe of all theyr scryptures + + So hystoryagraphes all the worthy dedes + Of kynges and knyghtes dyde put in wrytynge + To be in mende for theyr memoryall medes + How sholde we now haue knowledgynge + Of thynges past / but by theyr endytynge + Wherfore we ought to prayse them doubteles + That spent theyr tyme in suche good busynes. + + Amonge all other my good mayster Lydgate + The eloquent poete and monke of bury + Dyde bothe contryue and also translate + Many vertues bokes to be in memory + Touchynge the trouthe well and sentencyously + But syth that his deth was intollerable + I praye god rewarde hym in lyfe perdurable + + Amonge all thynges nothynge so prouffytable + As is scyence with the sentencyous scrypture + For worldly rychesse is often transmutable + As dayly dothe appere well in vre + [Th]et scyens a bydeth and is moost sure + After pouerte to attayne grete rychesse + Scyens is cause of promocion doubtles + + I lytell or nought expert in poetrye + Remembrynge my youth so lyght and frayle + Purpose to compyle here full breuyatly + A lytell treatyse wofull to bewayle + The cruell swerers which do god assayle + On euery syde his swete body to tere + With terryble othes as often as they swere + + But all for drede plonged in neclygence + My penne dothe quake to presume to endyte + But hope at laste to recure this scyence + Exorteth me ryght hardely to wryte + To deuoyde ydlenesse by good appetyte + For ydlenesse the grete moder of synne + Euery vyce is redy to lette ynne + + I with the same ryght gretely infecte + Lykely to deye tyll grace by medecyne + Recured my sekenes my payne to abiecte + Commaundynge me by her hye power deuyne + To drawe this treatyse for to enlumyne + The reders therof by penytencyall pyte + And to pardon me of theyr benygnyte + + + Ryght myghty pr[yn]ces of euery crysten regy[on] + I sende you gretynge moche hertly & grace + Right wel to gouern vpright your domini[on] + And all your lordes I greete in lyke cace + By this my lettre your hertes to enbrace + Besechynge you to prynte it in your mynde + How for your sake I toke on me mankynde + + And as a lambe moost mekely dyde enclyne + To suffre the dethe for your redempcyon + And ye my kynges whiche do nowe domyne + Ouer my comons in terrestryall mancyon + By pryncely preemynence and Iuredyccyon + In your regall courtes do suffre me be rente + And my tender body with blode all besprente + + Without my grace ye maye nothynge preuayle + Though ye be kynges for to mayntene your see + To be a kynge it may nothynge auayle + Buy yf my grace preserue his dygnyte + Beholde your seruauntes how they do tere me + By cruell othes now vpon euery syde + Aboute the worlde launcynge my woundes wyde + + All the graces whiche I haue you shewed + Reuoule in mynde ryght ofte ententyfly + Beholde my body with blody droppes endewed + Within your realmes nowe torne so pyteously + Towsed and tugged with othes cruelly + Some my heed some myn armes and face + Some my herte do all to rente and race + + They newe agayne do hange me on the rode + They tere my sydes and are nothynge dysmayde + My woundes they open and deuoure my blode + I god and man moost wofully arayde + To you complayne it maye not be denayde + Ye nowe do tug me / ye tere me at the roote + Yet I to you am chefe refuyte and boote + + Wherfore ye kynges reygnynge in renowne + Refourme your seruauntes in your courte abused + To good example of euery maner towne + So that theyr othes whiche they longe haue vsed + On payne and punysshement be holly refused + Meke as a Lambe I suffre theyr grete wronge + I maye take vengeaunce thoughe I tary longe + + I do forbere I wolde haue you amende + And graunte you mercy and ye wyll it take + O my swete brederne why do ye offende + Agayne to tere me whiche deyed for your sake + Lo se my kyndenes and frome synne awake + I dyde redeme you from the deuylles chayne + And spyte of me ye wyll to hym agayne + + Made I not heuen the moost gloryous mansyon + In whiche I wolde be gladde to haue you in + Now come swete bretherne to myn habytacyon + Alas good brederne with your mortall synne + Why flee ye from me / to torne agayne begynne + I wrought you I bought you ye can it not denye + Yet to the deuyll ye go nowe wyllyngly + + [Decoration] + + + [Illustration] + + See + Me + Be (kynde + +[P] Agayne + My payne + Reteyne (in mynde + +[P] My swete bloode + On the roode + Dyde the good (my broder + +[P] My face ryght red + Myn armes spred + My woundes bled (thynke none oder + +[P] Beholde thou my syde + Wounded so ryght wyde + Bledynge sore that tyde (all for thyn owne sake + +[P] Thus for the I smerted + Why arte [thou] harde herted + Be by me conuerted (& thy swerynge aslake + +[P] Tere me nowe no more + My woundes are sore + Leue swerynge therfore (and come to my grace + +[P] I am redy + To graunte mercy + To the truely (for thy trespace + +[P] Come nowe nere + My frende dere + And appere (before me + +[P] I so + In wo + Dyde go (se se + +[P] I + Crye + Hy (the + + [Decoration] + + + Vnto me dere broder my loue and my herte + Turmente me no more with thyn othes grete + Come vnto my Ioye and agayne reuerte + From the deuylles snare and his sutyl net + Beware of the worlde all aboute the set + Thy flesshe is redy by concupyscence + To burne thy herte with cursed vyolence + + Thoughe these thre enmyes do sore the assayle + Vpon euery syde with daungerous iniquite + But yf thou lyst / they may nothynge preuayle + Nor yet subdue the with all theyr extremyte + To do good or yll / all is at thy lyberte + I do graunte the grace thyn enemyes to subdue + Swete broder accepte it theyr power to extue + + And ye kynges and prynces of hye noblenes + With dukes and lordes of euery dygnyte + Indued with manhode wysdome and ryches + Ouer the comons hauynge the soueraynte + Correcte them whiche so do tere me + By cruell othes without repentaunce + Amende be tyme lest I take vengeaunce + +Exodi vicesimo / non accipies nomen dei tui in v[an]num + + Vnto the man I gaue commaundement + Not to take the name of thy god vaynfully + As not to swere but at tyme conuenyent + Before a Iuge to bere recorde truely + Namynge my name with reuerence mekely + Vnto the Iuge than there in presence + By my name to gyue to the good credence + + A my brederne yf that I be wrothe + It is for cause ye falsly by me swere + Ye knowe yourselfe that I am very trothe + [Th]et wrongfully ye do me rente and tere + ye neyther loue me nor my Iustyce fere + And yf ye dyde ye wolde full gentylly + Obeye my byddynge well and perfytely + + The worldly kynges hauynge the soueraynte + ye do well obey without resystence + ye dare not take theyr names in vanyte + But with grete honoure and eke reuerence + Than my name more hye of magnyfycence + ye ought more to drede whiche am kynge of all + Bothe god and man and reygne celestyall + + No erthely man loueth you so well + As I do / which mekely dyde enclyne + For to redeme you from the fendes of hell + Takynge your kynde by my godhede dyuyne + you were the fendes I dyde make you myne + For you swete bretherne I was on the rode + Gyuynge my body my herte and my blode + + Than why do ye in euery maner of place + With cruell othes tere my body and herte + My sydes and woundes it is a pyteous cace + Alas swete brederne I wolde you conuerte + For to take vengeaunce ye do me coherte + From the hous of swerers shall not be absent + The plage of Iustyce to take punysshement + +[P]Vnde. Ecclesiastici .xxxiii. Vir multum iurans implebitur +iniquitate et non discedet a domo eius plaga. + + A man moche swerynge with grete iniquite + Shall be replete and from his mancyon + The plage of vengeaunce shall not cessed be + Wherefore ye brederne full of abusyon + Take ye good hede to this dyscrypcyon + Come nowe to me and axe forgyuenes + And be penytente and haue it douteles + +Augustinus. Non potest male mori qui bene vixit et vix +bene moritur [qui] male vixit. + + Who in this worlde lyueth well and ryghtwysly + Sall deye well by ryght good knowlegynge + Who in this worlde lyueth yll and wrongfully + Shall hardly scape to haue good endynge + I do graunte mercy but no tyme enlongynge + Wherfore good brederne whyles that ye haue space + Amend your lyfe and come vnto my grace + + My wordes my prelates vnto you do preche + For to conuerte you from your wretchednes + But lytell auaylleth you nowe for to teche + The worlde hathe cast you in such blyndnes + Lyke vnto stones your hertes hathe hardnes + That my swete wordes may not reconsyle + Your hertes harde with mortall synne so vyle + + Wo worthe your hertes so planted in pryde + Wo worthe your wrath and mortall enuye + Wo worthe slouth that dothe with you abyde + Wo worthe also inmesurable glotony + Wo worthe your tedyus synne of lechery + Wo worthe you whome I gaue free wyll + Wo worthe couetyse that dothe your soulse spyll + + Wo worthe shorte Ioye cause of payne eternall + Wo worthe you that be so peruerted + Wo worthe your pleasures in the synnes mortall + Wo worthe you for whome I sore smerted + Wo worthe you euer but ye be conuerted + Wo worthe you whose makynge I repente + Wo worthe your horryble synne so vyolent + + Wo worthe you whiche do me forsake + Wo worthe you whiche wyllyngely offende + Wo worthe your swerynge whiche dothe not aslake + Wo worthe you whiche wyll nothynge amende + Wo worthe vyce that dothe on you attende + Wo worthe your grete vnkyndenes to me + Wo worthe your hertes withouten pyte + + Wo worthe your falshode and your doublenesse + Wo worthe also your corrupte Iugement + Wo worthe delyte in worldely rychesse + Wo worthe bebate without extynguyshment + Wo worthe your wordes so moche impacyent + Wo worthe you vnto whome I dyde bote + And wo worthe you that tere me at the rote + + Blessyd be ye that loue humylyte + Blessyd be ye that loue trouthe and pacyence + Blessyd be ye folowynge werkes of equyte + Blessyd be ye that loue well abstynence + Blessyd be ye vyrgyns of excellence + Blessyd be ye which loue well vertue + Blessyd be ye whiche do the worlde eschue + + Blessyd be ye that heuenly Ioye do loue + Blessyd be ye in vertuous gouernaunce + Blessyd be ye whiche do pleasures reproue + Blessyd be ye that consyder my greuaunce + Blessyd be ye whiche do take repentaunce + Blessyd be ye remembrynge my passyon + Blessyd be ye makynge petycyon + + Blessyd be ye folowynge my trace + Blessyd be ye louynge trybulacyon + Blessyd be ye not wyllynge to trespace + Blessyd be ye of my castycacyon + Blessyd be ye of good operacyon + Blessyd be ye vnto me ryght kynde + Blessyd be you whiche haue me in your mynde + + Blessyd be ye leuynge yll company + Blessyd be ye hauntynge the vertuous + Blessyd be ye that my name magnefy + Blessyd be ye techynge the vycyous + Blessyd be ye good and relygyous + Blessyd be ye in the lyfe temperall + Whiche applye yourselfe to Ioye celestyall + + The brytyll worlde ryght often transmutable + Who wyll in it his lyfe in tyme well spende + Shall Ioye attayne after inestymable + For in the worlde he must fyrst condyscende. + To take grete payne as his power wyll extende + Agaynst the worlde the flesshe and the deuyll + By my grete grace for to withstande theyr euyll + + For who can be a gretter fole than he + That spendeth his tyme to hym vncertayne + For a breuyat pleasure of worldly vanyte + Than after that to haue eternall payne + Who of the worlde delyteth and is fayne + Shall after sorowe and cry ve ve + In an other worlde quante sunt tenebre + + Who is wyser than he that wyll applye + In the worlde to take payne by due dylygence + After shorte payne to come to grete glorye + Whiche is eterne moost hye of excellence + Where he shall se my grete magnyfycence + With many aungelles whiche for theyr solace + Insacyately do beholde my face + + Regarde no Ioye of the erthly consystory + For lyke as Phebus dothe the snowe relente + So passeth the Ioyes of the worlde transytory + Tyme renneth fast tyll worldly lyfe be spente + Consyder this in your entendemente + Blessed be they that my worde do here + And kepe it well, for they are to me dere + + Therfore good brederne your hertes enclyne + To loue and drede me that am omnipotent + Bothe god and man in Ioye celestyne + Beholde my body all to torne and rente + With your spytefull othes cruell and vyolent + I loue you ye hate me ye are to harde herted + I helpe you ye tere me lo how for you I smerted + + Mercy and peace dyde make an vnyte + Bytwene you and me but trouthe & ryghtwysnesse + Do nowe complayne byddynge my godheed se + How that ye breke the lege of sothfastnesse + They tell me that by Iustyce doubtelesse + I must take vengeaunce vpon you sykerly + That by your swerynge, agayne me crucefye + + For at the request of good mercy and peace + I haue forborne you longe and many a daye + [Th]et more and more your synnes do encrease + Wherfore my Iustyce wyll no more delaye + But take vengeaunce for all your proude araye + I warne you ofte ye are nothynge the better + But ye amende my vengenaunce shall be gretter + +[P] Contra iuratores [christi] in celo crucifigentes. per bernard[um] +dicit dominus. Nonne satis pro te vulneratus sum? nonne satis pro +te afflictus sum? desine amplius peccare. [quia] magis aggrauat +vulnus peccati [quam] vulnus lateris mei. + + Am not I wounded for the suffycyent + Haue I not for the ynoughe afflyccyon + Leue more to synne by good amendement + The wounde of synne to me is more passyon + Than the wounde of my syde for thy redempcyon + Thoughe I do spare I shall you desteny + But ye amende to brenne eternally + + With my blody woundes I dyde your chartre seale + Why do you tere it / why do ye breke it so + Syth it to you is the eternall heale + And the releace of euerlastynge wo + Beholde this lettre with the prynte also + Of myn owne seale by perfyte portrature + Prynte it in mynde and ye shall helthe recure + + And ye kynges and lordes of renowne + Exorte your seruauntes theyr swerynge to cease + Come vnto me and cast your synne adowne + And I my vengeaunce shall truely releace + With grace and plente / I shall you encrace + And brynge you whiche reuolue inwardly + This is my complaynte to eternall glory. + + AMEN. + + + [P]The Auctour as foloweth. + + [P]Go lytell treatyse deuoyde of eloquence + Tremblynge for dreade to approche the maieste + Of our souereynge lord surmountynge in excellence + Put under the wynge of his benygnyte + Submyttynge the to his mercyfull pytie. + And beseche hys grace to pardon thy rudnesse + Whych of late was made to eschewe ydlenesse. + +[P]Thus endeth the conuersyon of swerers, made and compyled +by Stephen Hawys, groome of the chambre of our souerigne lorde +Kyng Henry the seuenth. Enprynted at London, in Fletestrete, +at the sygne of the Sonne, by Wynken de Worde, Prynter vnto +the moost excellent prynses, my lady the kynges graundame, +the yere of our Lord a MCCCCCIX. the first yere of the +reigne of our souerayne lord kyng Henry the VIII. + + + [Illustration: {Printer's symbol}] + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Errors and Irregularities + + [Th]et scyens a bydeth and is moost sure [spacing unchanged] + Reuoule in mynde ryght ofte ententyfly [error for "Reuolue"?] + Dyde go (se se [open parenthesis missing] + Wo worthe bebate without extynguyshment [error for "debate"?] + For lyke as Phebus dothe the snowe relente [text reads "Phehus"] + And the releace of euerlastynge wo [initial "A" invisible] + Put under the wynge of his benygnyte [initial "u" in original] + + +Unusual letters or letterforms + + Capital U/V is shown as "V" for consistency, although the letterform + is closer to "U". Thorn [Th] appears several times at the beginning of + lines, and once in an abbreviation; "th" is used everywhere else. + A series of lines on page A.iiii. verso, starting with "ye neyther + loue me nor my Iustyce fere", have initial lower-case "y". The first + of these may have been necessary to avoid collision with the [Th] of + theprevious line. + + In verse, nasal abbreviations such as [an] and [en] appear only in + lines with large initial drop caps. Other abbreviations--mainly in the + Latin passages--are shown in brackets: [qui], [christi]. The word + shown as [thou] was printed as "u" directly above "thorn" (not "y"). + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Conuercyon of swerers, by Stephen Hawes + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22399.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22399.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..53446fb2c4593391bdf9602645befc1483c7025e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22399.txt @@ -0,0 +1,670 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Lesley Halamek, Jason Isbell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + +FIRE-SIDE + +PICTURE ALPHABET + +OF HUMOUR AND DROLL MORAL TALES +OR WORDS & THEIR MEANINGS ILLUSTRATED + +BOSTON + +MAYHEW & BAKER. +208 WASHINGTON ST. + + * * * * * + + +MAYHEW & BAKER, + +208 Washington St., Boston, + +Publish the following list of new and beautiful Illustrated Juveniles, +for Children: + +KING JOLLYBOY'S + +ROYAL STORY BOOK, + +FOR + +LITTLE FOLKS. + +Large Quarto, printed in red and black, on thick, heavy paper, and +unsurpassed for style of printing by any American publication. 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J j. + +ICHABOD AT THE JAM. + +ICHABOD, _a Christian Name_. + +JAM, _a Conserve of Fruits_. + + Enough is good, excess is bad; + Yet Ichabod, you see, + Will with the jam his stomach cram, + Until they disagree. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +K k. + +KNOWING, _Conscious_, _Intelligent_. + + Tho' horses know both beans and corn, + And snuff them in the wind, + They also all know Jemmy Small, + And what he holds behind. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +L l. + +LUCKY, _Fortunate_, _Happy by Chance_. + + We must admire, in Lovebook's case, + The prompt decision made, + As he could not have gained the wood + If time had been delayed. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +M m. + +MIMIC, _Imitative_, _Burlesque_. + + The Gentleman, who struts so fine, + Unconscious seems to be + Of imitation by the boy + Who has the street-door key. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +N n. + +NEGLIGENCE, _Heedlessness_, _Carelessness_. + + The character Tom Slowboy bears + Would much against him tell, + For any work that's wanted done, + Or even play done well. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +O o. + +OBSTINACY, _Stubbornness_, _Waywardness_. + + The obstinacy of the pig + Is nature--as you see; + But boys and girls who have a mind + Should never stubborn be. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +P p. + +PETS, _Favorites_, _Spoilt Fondlings_. + + Some people say that Aunty Gray + To animals is kind; + We think, instead, they are over fed, + And kept too much confined. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +Q q. + +QUANDARY, _A Doubt_, _a Difficulty_. + + Dame Partlett's in difficulty, + And looks around with doubt; + Let's hope, as she some way got in, + She may some way get out. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +R r. + +RIVALRY, _Competition_, _Emulation_. + + In every competition prize + This should be kept in view-- + Whoever wins should be the one + Who does deserve it too. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +S s. + +SLUGGARD, _An Inactive, Lazy Fellow_. + + To lie so many hours in bed + You surely must be ill, + And need some physic, Master Ned, + As birch, or draught, or pill! + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +T t. + +TOPSY-TURVY, _Upside Down_, _Bottom Top_. + + Here's Topsy-Turvy, upside down, + The ceiling seems the base; + Reverse the ground and 'twill be found + The things are out of place. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +U u. V v. + +UNCOMMON VEGETATION. + +UNCOMMON, _Rare_, _not Frequent_. + +VEGETATION, _the Power of Growth_. + + Th' uncommon vegetation, here, + With art has much to do; + The trees are nature, but the fruit + Uncommon and untrue. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +W w. + +WONDER, _Admiration_, _Astonishment_. + + The wise may live and wonder still, + However much they know, + But simple Giles has wonder found + Within the penny show. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +X x. + +NO ENGLISH WORD BEGINS WITH THIS LETTER. + +XANTIPPE, _A Greek Matron_, _Wife of Socrates_. + + Here's Socrates and Xantippe-- + Philosopher and wife-- + For gentleness renowned was he; + She, better known for strife. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +Y y. + +YEARN, _To Grieve_, _to Vex_. + + Miss Cross has tried to reach the grapes, + She's tried and tried again-- + And now she's vexed to think that all + Her efforts are in vain. + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +Z z. + +ZANY, _A Buffoon_, _a Merry Andrew_. + + Here's Zany reading in a book, + With heels above his head; + And, judging by his laughing look, + Finds fun in what he's read. + + * * * * * + + + + +"HERE'S A NICE BOOK FOR THE HOLIDAYS." + + * * * * * + + +WILLIS, THE PILOT, + +A SEQUEL TO THE + +SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON; + + +Or, Adventures of an Emigrant Family wrecked on an unknown coast of +the Pacific Ocean; interspersed with Tales, Incidents of Travel, and +Illustrations of Natural History. + +BEAUTIFULLY ILLUSTRATED. + + * * * * * + + +From the many favorable Notices of the Press, read the following: + +"The scene is laid chiefly in the South Seas, and the narrator +illustrates the geography and ethnology of that section of the far +West. 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The new Tournament, or _bloodless_ +battle, is so arranged that, while it requires both skill and +dexterity in one game, the other is both simple and amusing. One will +require considerable shrewdness in an old chess or whist player, while +the other can be played by small children. + +Full Directions accompany each Game. + +PRICE 75 CENTS. + +SENT BY MAIL, PREPAID, ON RECEIPT OF THE PRICE. + + * * * * * + + +MAYHEW AND BAKER, 208 WASHINGTON STREET, +AND ALL BOOKSELLERS. + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22475.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22475.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..119b83a993cafa4abcf97d8e5eb2cdff9cfc1082 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22475.txt @@ -0,0 +1,728 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +TORTOISES + +By D. H. Lawrence + + + +NEW YORK + +THOMAS SELTZER + +1921 + + +CONTENTS + + Baby Tortoise + + Tortoise-Shell + + Tortoise Family Connections + + Lui et Elle + + Tortoise Gallantry + + Tortoise Shout + + + + + +BABY TORTOISE + + + You know what it is to be born alone, + Baby tortoise! + The first day to heave your feet little by little + from the shell, + Not yet awake, + And remain lapsed on earth, + Not quite alive. + + A tiny, fragile, half-animate bean. + + To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if + it would never open, + Like some iron door; + To lift the upper hawk-beak from the lower base + And reach your skinny little neck + And take your first bite at some dim bit of + herbage, + Alone, small insect, + Tiny bright-eye, + Slow one. + + To take your first solitary bite + And move on your slow, solitary hunt. + Your bright, dark little eye, + Your eye of a dark disturbed night, + Under its slow lid, tiny baby tortoise, + So indomitable. + + No one ever heard you complain. + + You draw your head forward, slowly, from your + little wimple + And set forward, slow-dragging, on your four- + pinned toes, + Rowing slowly forward. + Whither away, small bird? + + Rather like a baby working its limbs, + Except that you make slow, ageless progress + And a baby makes none. + + The touch of sun excites you, + And the long ages, and the lingering chill + Make you pause to yawn, + Opening your impervious mouth, + Suddenly beak-shaped, and very wide, like some + suddenly gaping pincers; + Soft red tongue, and hard thin gums, + Then close the wedge of your little mountain + front, + Your face, baby tortoise. + + Do you wonder at the world, as slowly you turn + your head in its wimple + And look with laconic, black eyes? + Or is sleep coming over you again, + The non-life? + + You are so hard to wake. + + Are you able to wonder? + + Or is it just your indomitable will and pride of + the first life + Looking round + And slowly pitching itself against the inertia + Which had seemed invincible? + + The vast inanimate, + And the fine brilliance of your so tiny eye. + + Challenger. + + Nay, tiny shell-bird, + What a huge vast inanimate it is, that you must + row against, + What an incalculable inertia. + + Challenger. + + Little Ulysses, fore-runner, + No bigger than my thumb-nail, + Buon viaggio. + + All animate creation on your shoulder, + Set forth, little Titan, under your battle-shield. + + The ponderous, preponderate, + Inanimate universe; + And you are slowly moving, pioneer, you alone. + + How vivid your travelling seems now, in the + troubled sunshine, + Stoic, Ulyssean atom; + Suddenly hasty, reckless, on high toes. + + Voiceless little bird, + Resting your head half out of your wimple + In the slow dignity of your eternal pause. + Alone, with no sense of being alone, + And hence six times more solitary; + Fulfilled of the slow passion of pitching through + immemorial ages + Your little round house in the midst of chaos. + + Over the garden earth, + Small bird, + Over the edge of all things. + + Traveller, + With your tail tucked a little on one side + Like a gentleman in a long-skirted coat. + + All life carried on your shoulder, + Invincible fore-runner. + + The Cross, the Cross + Goes deeper in than we know, + Deeper into life; + Right into the marrow + And through the bone. + + + + +TORTOISE-SHELL + + + Along the back of the baby tortoise + The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge, + Scale-lapping, like a lobster's sections + Or a bee's. + + Then crossways down his sides + Tiger-stripes and wasp-bands. + Five, and five again, and five again, + And round the edges twenty-five little ones, + The sections of the baby tortoise shell. + + Four, and a keystone; + Four, and a keystone; + Four, and a keystone; + Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone. + + It needed Pythagoras to see life placing her + counters on the living back + Of the baby tortoise; + Life establishing the first eternal mathematical + tablet, + Not in stone, like the Judean Lord, or bronze, but + in life-clouded, life-rosy tortoise-shell. + + The first little mathematical gentleman + Stepping, wee mite, in his loose trousers + Under all the eternal dome of mathematical law. + + Fives, and tens, + Threes and fours and twelves, + All the volte face of decimals, + The whirligig of dozens and the pinnacle of seven, + Turn him on his back, + The kicking little beetle, + And there again, on his shell-tender, earth-touching + belly, + The long cleavage of division, upright of the + eternal cross. + + And on either side count five, + On each side, two above, on each side, two below + The dark bar horizontal. + + It goes right through him, the sprottling insect, + Through his cross-wise cloven psyche, + Through his five-fold complex-nature. + + So turn him over on his toes again; + Four pin-point toes, and a problematical thumb- + piece, + + Four rowing limbs, and one wedge-balancing- + head, + + Four and one makes five, which is the clue to all + mathematics. + + The Lord wrote it all down on the little slate + Of the baby tortoise. + + Outward and visible indication of the plan within, + The complex, manifold involvedness of an + individual creature + Blotted out + On this small bird, this rudiment, + This little dome, this pediment + Of all creation, + This slow one. + + + + +TORTOISE FAMILY CONNECTIONS + + + On he goes, the little one, + Bud of the universe, + Pediment of life. + + Setting off somewhere, apparently. + Whither away, brisk egg? + + His mother deposited him on the soil as if he were + no more than droppings, + And now he scuffles tinily past her as if she were + an old rusty tin. + + A mere obstacle, + He veers round the slow great mound of her. + + Tortoises always foresee obstacles. + + It is no use my saying to him in an emotional + voice: + "This is your Mother, she laid you when you were + an egg." + + He does not even trouble to answer: "Woman, + what have I to do with thee?" + He wearily looks the other way, + And she even more wearily looks another way + still, + Each with the utmost apathy, + Incognizant, + Unaware, + Nothing. + + As for papa, + He snaps when I offer him his offspring, + Just as he snaps when I poke a bit of stick at him, + Because he is irascible this morning, an irascible + tortoise + Being touched with love, and devoid of + fatherliness. + + Father and mother, + And three little brothers, + And all rambling aimless, like little perambulating + pebbles scattered in the garden, + Not knowing each other from bits of earth or old + tins. + + Except that papa and mama are old acquaintances, + of course, + But family feeling there is none, not even the + beginnings. + + Fatherless, motherless, brotherless, sisterless + Little tortoise. + + Row on then, small pebble, + Over the clods of the autumn, wind-chilled + sunshine, + Young gayety. + + Does he look for a companion? + No, no, don't think it. + He doesn't know he is alone; + Isolation is his birthright, + This atom. + + To row forward, and reach himself tall on spiny + toes, + To travel, to burrow into a little loose earth, + afraid of the night, + To crop a little substance, + To move, and to be quite sure that he is moving: + Basta! + + To be a tortoise! + Think of it, in a garden of inert clods + A brisk, brindled little tortoise, all to himself-- + Croesus! + + In a garden of pebbles and insects + To roam, and feel the slow heart beat + Tortoise-wise, the first bell sounding + From the warm blood, in the dark-creation + morning. + + Moving, and being himself, + Slow, and unquestioned, + And inordinately there, O stoic! + Wandering in the slow triumph of his own + existence, + Ringing the soundless bell of his presence in + chaos, + And biting the frail grass arrogantly, + Decidedly arrogantly. + + + + +LUI ET ELLE + + + She is large and matronly + And rather dirty, + A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had + driven her to it. + + Though what she does, except lay four eggs at + random in the garden once a year + And put up with her husband, + I don't know. + + She likes to eat. + + She hurries up, striding reared on long uncanny + legs, + When food is going. + Oh yes, she can make haste when she likes. + + She snaps the soft bread from my hand in great + mouthfuls, + Opening her rather pretty wedge of an iron, + pristine face + Into an enormously wide-beaked mouth + Like sudden curved scissors, + And gulping at more than she can swallow, and + working her thick, soft tongue, + And having the bread hanging over her chin. + + O Mistress, Mistress, + Reptile mistress, + Your eye is very dark, very bright, + And it never softens + Although you watch. + + She knows, + She knows well enough to come for food, + Yet she sees me not; + Her bright eye sees, but not me, not anything, + Sightful, sightless, seeing and visionless, + Reptile mistress. + + Taking bread in her curved, gaping, toothless + mouth, + She has no qualm when she catches my finger in + her steel overlapping gums, + But she hangs on, and my shout and my shrinking + are nothing to her, + She does not even know she is nipping me with + her curved beak. + Snake-like she draws at my finger, while I drag + it in horror away. + + Mistress, reptile mistress, + You are almost too large, I am almost frightened. + He is much smaller, + Dapper beside her, + And ridiculously small. + + Her laconic eye has an earthy, materialistic look, + His, poor darling, is almost fiery. + + His wimple, his blunt-prowed face, + His low forehead, his skinny neck, his long, + scaled, striving legs, + So striving, striving, + Are all more delicate than she, + And he has a cruel scar on his shell. + + Poor darling, biting at her feet, + Running beside her like a dog, biting her earthy, + splay feet, + Nipping her ankles, + Which she drags apathetic away, though without + retreating into her shell. + + Agelessly silent, + And with a grim, reptile determination, + Cold, voiceless age-after-age behind him, + serpents' long obstinacy + Of horizontal persistence. + + Little old man + Scuffling beside her, bending down, catching his + opportunity, + Parting his steel-trap face, so suddenly, and + seizing her scaly ankle, + And hanging grimly on, + Letting go at last as she drags away, + And closing his steel-trap face. + + His steel-trap, stoic, ageless, handsome face. + Alas, what a fool he looks in this scuffle. + + And how he feels it! + + The lonely rambler, the stoic, dignified stalker + through chaos, + The immune, the animate, + Enveloped in isolation, + Forerunner. + Now look at him! + + Alas, the spear is through the side of his isolation. + His adolescence saw him crucified into sex, + Doomed, in the long crucifixion of desire, to seek + his consummation beyond himself. + Divided into passionate duality, + He, so finished and immune, now broken into + desirous fragmentariness, + Doomed to make an intolerable fool of himself + In his effort toward completion again. + + Poor little earthy house-inhabiting Osiris, + The mysterious bull tore him at adolescence into + pieces, + And he must struggle after reconstruction, + ignominiously. + + And so behold him following the tail + Of that mud-hovel of his slowly-rambling spouse, + Like some unhappy bull at the tail of a cow, + But with more than bovine, grim, earth-dank + persistence, + Suddenly seizing the ugly ankle as she stretches + out to walk, + Roaming over the sods, + Or, if it happen to show, at her pointed, heavy tail + Beneath the low-dropping back-board of her shell. + + Their two shells like doomed boats bumping, + Hers huge, his small; + Their splay feet rambling and rowing like + paddles, + And stumbling mixed up in one another, + In the race of love-- + Two tortoises, + She huge, he small. + + She seems earthily apathetic, + And he has a reptile's awful persistence. + + I heard a woman pitying her, pitying the Mere + Tortue. + While I, I pity Monsieur. + "He pesters her and torments her," said the + woman. + How much more is _he_ pestered and tormented, + say I. + + What can he do? + He is dumb, he is visionless, + Conceptionless. + + His black, sad-lidded eye sees but beholds not + As her earthen mound moves on, + But he catches the folds of vulnerable, leathery + skin, + Nail-studded, that shake beneath her shell, + And drags at these with his beak, + Drags and drags and bites, + While she pulls herself free, and rows her dull + mound along. + + + + +TORTOISE GALLANTRY + + + Making his advances + He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, + No, not even sniff at her, his nose is blank. + + Only he senses the vulnerable folds of skin + That work beneath her while she sprawls along + In her ungainly pace, + Her folds of skin that work and row + Beneath the earth-soiled hovel in which she + moves. + + And so he strains beneath her housey walls + And catches her trouser-legs in his beak + Suddenly, or her skinny limb, + And strange and grimly drags at her + Like a dog, + Only agelessly silent, with a reptile's awful + persistency. + + Grim, gruesome gallantry, to which he is doomed. + Dragged out of an eternity of silent isolation + And doomed to partiality, partial being, + Ache, and want of being, + Want, + Self-exposure, hard humiliation, need to add + himself on to her. + + Born to walk alone, + Forerunner, + Now suddenly distracted into this mazy + sidetrack, + This awkward, harrowing pursuit, + This grim necessity from within. + + Does she know + As she moves eternally slowly away? + Or is he driven against her with a bang, like a bird + flying in the dark against a window, + All knowledgeless? + + The awful concussion, + And the still more awful need to persist, to follow, + follow, continue, + Driven, after aeons of pristine, fore-god-like + singleness and oneness, + At the end of some mysterious, red-hot iron, + Driven away from himself into her tracks, + Forced to crash against her. + + Stiff, gallant, irascible, crook-legged reptile, + Little gentleman, + Sorry plight, + We ought to look the other way. + + Save that, having come with you so far, + We will go on to the end. J + + + + +TORTOISE SHOUT + + + I thought he was dumb, + I said he was dumb, + Yet I've heard him cry. + + First faint scream, + Out of life's unfathomable dawn, + Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon's + dawning rim, + Far, far off, far scream. + + Tortoise _in extremis_. + + Why were we crucified into sex? + + Why were we not left rounded off, and finished + in ourselves, + As we began, + As he certainly began, so perfectly alone? + + A far, was-it-audible scream, + Or did it sound on the plasm direct? + + Worse than the cry of the new-born, + A scream, + A yell, + A shout, + A paean, + A death-agony, + A birth-cry, + A submission, + All tiny, tiny, far away, reptile under the first + dawn. + + War-cry, triumph, acute-delight, death-scream + reptilian, + Why was the veil torn? + + The silken shriek of the soul's torn membrane? + The male soul's membrane + Torn with a shriek half music, half horror. + + Crucifixion. + + Male tortoise, cleaving behind the hovel-wall of + that dense female, + Mounted and tense, spread-eagle, out-reaching + out of the shell + In tortoise-nakedness, + Long neck, and long vulnerable limbs extruded, + spread-eagle over her house-roof, + And the deep, secret, all-penetrating tail curved + beneath her walls, + Reaching and gripping tense, more reaching + anguish in uttermost tension + Till suddenly, in the spasm of coition, tupping + like a jerking leap, and oh! + Opening its clenched face from his outstretched + neck + And giving that fragile yell, that scream, + Super-audible, + From his pink, cleft, old-man's mouth, + Giving up the ghost, + Or screaming in Pentecost, receiving the ghost. + + His scream, and his moment's subsidence, + The moment of eternal silence, + Yet unreleased, and after the moment, the + sudden, startling jerk of coition, and at once + The inexpressible faint yell-- + And so on, till the last plasm of my body was + melted back + To the primeval rudiments of life, and the secret. + + So he tups, and screams + Time after time that frail, torn scream + After each jerk, the longish interval, + The tortoise eternity, + Agelong, reptilian persistence, + Heart-throb, slow heart-throb, persistent for the + next spasm. + + I remember, when I was a boy, + I heard the scream of a frog, which was caught + with his foot in the mouth of an up-starting + snake; + I remember when I first heard bull-frogs break + into sound in the spring; + I remember hearing a wild goose out of the throat + of night + Cry loudly, beyond the lake of waters; + I remember the first time, out of a bush in the + darkness, a nightingale's piercing cries and + gurgles startled the depths of my soul; + I remember the scream of a rabbit as I went + through a wood at midnight; + I remember the heifer in her heat, blorting and + blorting through the hours, persistent and + irrepressible; + I remember my first terror hearing the howl of + weird, amorous cats; + I remember the scream of a terrified, injured + horse, the sheet-lightning + And running away from the sound of a woman in + labor, something like an owl whooing, + And listening inwardly to the first bleat of a + lamb, + The first wail of an infant, + And my mother singing to herself, + And the first tenor singing of the passionate + throat of a young collier, who has long since + drunk himself to death, + The first elements of foreign speech + On wild dark lips. + + And more than all these, + And less than all these, + This last, + Strange, faint coition yell + Of the male tortoise at extremity, + Tiny from under the very edge of the farthest + far-off horizon of life. + + The cross, + The wheel on which our silence first is broken, + Sex, which breaks up our integrity, our single + inviolability, our deep silence + Tearing a cry from us. + + Sex, which breaks us into voice, sets us calling + across the deeps, calling, calling for the + complement, + Singing, and calling, and singing again, being + answered, having found. + + Torn, to become whole again, after long seeking + for what is lost, + The same cry from the tortoise as from Christ, + the Osiris-cry of abandonment, + That which is whole, torn asunder, + That which is in part, finding its whole again + throughout the universe. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22490.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22490.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a8558d020d9c1c8e32d716c624b1ab9b3a9edd97 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22490.txt @@ -0,0 +1,241 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Sam W. and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was +produced from scanned images of public domain material +from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + + + + + AN + + HEROIC EPISTLE + + TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE + + THE LORD CRAVEN. + + + + + [PRICE ONE SHILLING.] + + + + +AN + +HEROIC EPISTLE + +TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE + +THE LORD CRAVEN, + + +On his delivering the following SENTENCE at the COUNTY MEETING +at ABINGDON, on TUESDAY November 7, 1775. + + +"I WILL HAVE IT KNOWN THERE IS RESPECT DUE TO A LORD." + + * * * * * + +"_Room for my LORD! Virtue stand by and bow._" + + Churchill. + + * * * * * + +THE THIRD EDITION. + + * * * * * + +_LONDON:_ + +Printed for JOHN WHEEBLE, No. 22, Fleet-Street. + +M,DCC,LXXVI. + + + + +AN + +HEROIC EPISTLE + +TO + +LORD CRAVEN. + + + Too long have Britain's sons with proud disdain + Survey'd the gay Patrician's titled train, + Their various merit scann'd with eye severe, + Nor learn'd to know the peasant from the peer: + At length the Gothic ignorance is o'er, + And vulgar brows shall scowl on LORDS no more; + Commons shall shrink at each ennobled nod, + And ev'ry lordling shine a demigod: + By CRAVEN taught, the humbler herd shall know, + How high the Peerage, and themselves how low. + Illustrious Chief, your eloquence divine + Shall raise the whole right honourable line; + All shall with joy your bright example view, + And love the tribe that boasts a son like you; + While Liberty shall lead you to her throne + With jocund hand, and claim you for her own. + + When warm in youth, on Isis' learned shore, + You early listen'd to her sacred lore; + Abhorr'd the dull confinement of the schools, + Contemn'd their statutes, and despis'd their rules. + Ev'n when to burst their bonds your ardor fail'd, + And law, tyrannic law, at last prevail'd, + Tho' forc'd a while to bend beneath the yoke, + Its weight your dauntless spirit never broke, + Still rankled in your breast the fatal wound, + Tho' years had o'er it roll'd their circling round, + On [A]SCROPE, tho' late, you rear'd your threat'ning arm, + And shew'd the will without the pow'r to harm. + + With Freedom's warmth, tho' thus your bosom glow'd, + From no licentious heat the ardour flow'd + When peaceful leaders rul'd with gentle sway, + Still were you first their mandates to obey; + Tho' Proctors, arm'd with all th' insulting pride + Of legal pow'r, your daring soul defy'd, + Yet to the ruler of the festive band + You bow'd, nor scorn'd the toast-master's command; + Obedient drank each penal draft of wine, + And only fear'd a salt and water fine. + + So burn'd your youthful heart with Freedom's flame, + Such the fair dawning of your future fame; + But when by time matur'd, the Peerage spread + Its dazzling lustre round your honor'd head, + The sacred fire that warm'd before your breast, + Blaz'd boldly forth to all mankind confess'd, + Immortal Liberty with blooming charms, + Woo'd you so strongly to her heavenly arms, + So fierce your passion, that you could not bear + Another vot'ry should her favors share; + For still your heart Othello's plan approves, + Nor keeps a corner in the thing it loves + For others uses; those who madly brave + Attack the rights you have, or think you have, + Shall weep their rashness, that in luckless hour, + Oppos'd th' omnipotence of lordly pow'r. + When SEYMOUR insolently dar'd invade, + Manors by your possession sacred made, + From feasts you deign'd to grace, you wip'd his name, + And gave him o'er to infamy and shame: + And when, tho' late, he made a bold appeal + To arms, from frowning Peers and fawning zeal, + And dar'd attempt with sacrilegious sword, + To offer equal combat to a LORD, + Sudden your noble limbs your coursers bore, + From Berkshire's hills to Avon's distant shore: + And eager to preserve from foul disgrace, + Th' unsullied honors of a noble race, + Rather than have it said you meanly stood + To stain your faulchion with Plebeian blood, + You yielded bravely to a harsher fate, + And made submissions to the man you hate. + To save their dignity from scandal's breath, + Thousands have fearless fac'd approaching death; + Your dauntless action merits more applause, + Who courted infamy in honor's cause. + + Proceed! proceed! and still our wond'ring eyes + With deeds magnanimous like these surprize, + And lest some wretch, phlegmatic, dull, and cold, + Without applause such actions should behold, + Aloud to list'ning crowds your worth proclaim, + Yourself the herald of your deathless fame. + To spacious Berks your dignity avow, + From Buscot's meads, to Windsor's lofty brow, + Till LOVEDEN's daring insolence is o'er, + And POWNEY cross your fav'rite schemes no more; + Your sacred game, till lawless SEYMOUR spare, + Nor hot-brain'd PYE another challenge bear. + Shall humble Squires presume, by act or word, + T' oppose the wishes of a mighty LORD; + On high affairs attempt to give their voice, + Or in elections e'er avow their choice; + Pour in your rabble to each factious town, + And Freedom's sounds, by shouting numbers drown, + Till Thames' unpeopled waves by READING glide, + Without one bargeman left to chear the tide; + And NEWBURY's desart streets lament in vain, + Their servile inmates gone to swell your train. + Stout FERDINANDO, your obsequious slave, + Once a rude ruffian, now a pliant knave, + With Stentor's voice shall swell your pageant pride, + And boldly thunder nonsense on your side: + The gentle Colonel, simpering SELLWOOD too, + His face with port and patriot-ardor blue, + With vacant eye shall view your great intent, + Shall scratch his empty head, and smile assent. + There too my muse, with rough, tho' honest song, + Shall chant your virtues to the admiring throng, + Display your various worth in humble lays, + And teach the gaping rabble how to praise, + Re-echo to their ears your fav'rite word, + And shew respect should always wait MY LORD. + Perhaps, (indulge your Poet's fairy dream), + Perhaps my verse adorn'd by such a theme, + May in some bark, our navy sail t' explore, + Be safely wafted to the Atlantic shore: + How will those pious Chiefs delight to hear + The kindred virtues of a British Peer? + How will thy deeds enchant, with gentle sway, + The Patriot sons of Massachuset's Bay? + For all your ardor fires the illustrious train, + In Council bold, but bashful on the plain: + How will their grateful bosoms love the verse, + Whose honest lines such great exploits rehearse? + I see their hands prepare the verdant bough, + I feel their laurel wreaths surround my brow; + While that long-honour'd strain, whose magic charms + So oft has called the gallant race to arms, + Shall now at length give place to newer lays, + And Yanky-doodle yield to CRAVEN'S praise. + + + THE END. + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[A] A Gentleman who was Proctor, while his L------p was at the +University, and to whom, after a long law suit, he was obliged to +submit; and from whom his L------'s subsequent ill treatment drew a +Pamphlet, stating the whole affair to the Public, to which the curious +reader is referred. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +This text contains archaic spelling, which has been retained as +printed. + +A typographic error on the title page has been amended. EPISTLE was +originally printed as EPISLTE. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22539.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22539.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..82df12c53c630bebf6a8245d7e1d33f981d02a5b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22539.txt @@ -0,0 +1,376 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Jacqueline Jeremy and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + +ROCK A BYE LIBRARY. + +A BOOK OF FABLES + +AMUSEMENT FOR GOOD LITTLE CHILDREN. + +TAGGARD & THOMPSON, 29 CORNHILL, BOSTON. + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by S. A. +CHANDLER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Mass. + + + + +[Illustration: Rock A Bye Library.] + + + + +[Illustration: A BOOK OF FABLES.] + +THE FOX AND THE COCK. + + +A Fox, one day, saw a Cock on the roof of a barn. "Come to me, my dear +Master Cock," said he; "I have always heard you are such a clever +fellow; and I want to ask you a riddle." Glad to hear himself praised, +the foolish Cock came down, and the Fox caught him, and ate him in a +moment. + + +The praise of the wicked is always dangerous. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE GIANT AND THE DWARF. + + +A Dwarf one day met a Giant. "Let me come with you," said he. + +"Very well," said the Giant. + +When they met robbers, the Giant beat them with his club; but the +Dwarf got beaten. At last he began to cry; but the Giant said, "My +little man, if you are not strong you must not go out to battle with a +Giant." + +We must not set ourselves up as equal to people who are greater and +wiser than we. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE PARTRIDGE AND HER YOUNG. + + +A Partridge lived in a corn-field. "Mother," said one of her Chicks, +"we must run away from this field; for I heard the owner say 'I will +ask my neighbors to mow that field to-morrow.'" The Partridge said +"Never mind."--"But," said another Chick, "I since heard him say 'I +will mow the field myself.'"--"Then," said the Partridge, "we must +indeed run away; for this man is going to do his own work." + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE COCK AND THE JEWEL. + + +As a Cock was scratching up the straw, in a farm-yard, in search of +food for the hens, he hit upon a Jewel that by some chance had found +its way there. "Ho!" said he, "you are a very fine thing, no doubt, to +those who prize you; but give me a barley-corn before all the pearls +in the world." + + +The Cock, in this, was sensible; but there are many silly people who +despise what is precious only because they cannot understand it. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE DOG AND THE SHADOW. + + +A Dog was crossing a river, with a piece of meat in his mouth, when he +saw his own shadow reflected in the stream below. Thinking that it was +another dog, with a piece of meat, he resolved to make himself master +of that also; but in snapping at the supposed treasure he dropped the +bit he was carrying, and so lost all. + + +Grasp at the shadow, and lose the substance;--the common fate of those +who hazard a real blessing for a visionary good. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE DOG AND THE RAT. + + +A great Dog caught a small but thievish Rat. "O, sir!" said the Rat, +"pray let me go. Next year I shall have grown bigger, and then you can +kill me."--"No, no," said the Dog; "I have got you now, but next year +I am not sure of getting you again." + + +Check a small fault at once. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BEAVER AND THE FLY. + + +A busy little Beaver had been working for months, arranging his house, +by the river side. "Why do you take all that trouble?" said a lazy +bluebottle Fly; "I never work."--"That is the reason," answered the +Beaver, "why so many of you die of cold and hunger, in winter." + + +Idleness comes to ruin, at last. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE PEACHES. + + +A Farmer went to town, on a market day, and bought five peaches. He +gave one to his wife, and one to each of his four sons. + +The next day he said to his sons, "Well, what have you done with your +peaches?" + +"I ate mine," said the eldest, "and kept the stone. I will plant it +in the ground, that I may have a peach-tree, in time." + +"I sold mine," said the second son, "and got so much money for it that +I can buy six peaches when I go to town." + +"I ate mine up directly I got it," said the youngest, "and threw the +stone away; and mother gave me half of hers." + +"I took mine to poor George, our neighbor, who is ill," said the third +son. "He cannot eat much, and I thought he would like it. He would not +take it at first, so I laid it upon his bed, and came away." + + +Which of all these children made the best use of his peach? + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CANARY-BIRD AND THE WASP. + + +"Why do people not use me as they use you?" said a Wasp to a Canary. +"They make you a cage to live in, and give you seed and water every +day; and often I see them bring you sugar, and fresh pieces of green +groundsel and chickweed. But when I come, they all try to drive me +away, and very often they even try to kill me; and yet I am handsome +and graceful to look at. The yellow color on my body is as bright as +yours, and my shape is very fine." + +"That is quite true," answered the Canary; "but when men come to see +me I treat them to a merry song, while you attack them with your +sting." + + +As you treat others, others will treat you. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + +"Why does no one play with me, while every one plays with you?" asked +a cross boy, one day, of his brother. + +"Because I give up to my playfellows, and you beat and abuse them." + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE QUARREL AMONG THE BEASTS. + + +One day the Lion and Tiger fell out. The other beasts stood at a +distance, in affright, to see the quarrel between the king of beasts +and the mighty Tiger. As for the Fox he got as far out of the way as +ever he could. But a poor foolish little Fawn, that was always +running away from its mother's side, said, "I will make them friends +again;" and wanted to run up to them. + +"You had better stay where you are, my young friend," said Reynard. + +But the little Fawn would not listen to this good advice. He trotted +up to the Lion, and wanted to whisper in his ear; but a blow, aimed by +the angry king of the beasts at the Tiger, struck the poor Fawn, and +in a moment he lay dead at the Lion's feet. + +"I thought so," said the Fox, as he walked off to a still safer +distance. "Those who meddle in the quarrels of the unruly are sure to +come badly off." + + +This fable teaches us that we should keep away from the company of +those who love strife and fighting. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE DOG WITH HIS MASTER'S DINNER. + + +A Dog had been taught to carry his Master's dinner in a basket, every +day, to the place where he worked. He was an honest dog, and never +stole a single bit of it. 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HARRISON, DEVIZES, + AND SOLD BY THE + London Booksellers and Stationers. + + PRICE SIXPENCE. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! on this green and mossy seat, + In my hours of sweet retreat; + Thus I would my soul employ, + With sense of gratitude and joy. + +[Illustration] + + Farewell! farewell! the trumpet calls, + The banner waves in view; + And I must bid these friendly halls, + One long! one last adieu! + +[Illustration] + + The dappled herd of grazing deer, + That seek the shades by day; + Now started from their path with fear, + To give the stranger way. + +[Illustration] + + This is the valiant Cornish man, + Who slew the giant Cormoran; + A horrid savage monster, who, + Before he kill'd, would torture you. + +[Illustration] + + Why should we say 'tis yet too soon, + To seek for Heaven or think of death; + A flower may fade before 'tis noon, + And we this day may lose our breath. + +[Illustration] + + Ah! who is this totters along, + And leans on the top of his stick; + His wrinkles are many and long, + And his beard is grown silver and thick. + +[Illustration] + + I envy not thy ill-got riches, + Sure oft remorse thy conscience twitches; + I'd rather be yon little mouse, + And seek my bread from house to house. + +[Illustration] + + Come, Goody Dobbs, with me I pray, + 'Tis only down a little way; + And I will give you bread and meat, + As much as ever you can eat. + +[Illustration] + + When we devote our youth to God, + 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; + A flower, when offered in the bud, + Is no vain sacrifice. + +[Illustration] + + Charles Polish so attentive grew, + So civil and polite; + That all admir'd and lov'd him too, + For all he did was right. + +[Illustration] + + Upon a mountain's grassy side, + Where firs and cedars grew; + Young Sylvia wandered with her flocks, + And many a hardship knew. + +[Illustration] + + Hold Monster, hold! forbear, forbear! + Thou shalt not take her life; + To me she is a sister dear, + To this brave man a wife. + +[Illustration] + + I heard a noise of men and boys, + The watchman's rattle too; + And fire they cry; and then cry'd I, + Oh dear! what shall I do. + +[Illustration] + + Unhappy youth! what hast thou done, + Why urge thy steed so fast? + Alas! I hear him scream and groan; + Ah me! he breathes his last. + +[Illustration] + + Here Cinderella you may see, + Weeping o'er her destiny; + Her sisters to the Ball are gone, + And she is left to toil alone. + +[Illustration] + + The laughing harvest folks, at John, + Stood quizzing him askew, + 'Twas John's red face that set them on, + And then they leer'd at Sue. + +[Illustration] + + Why should a weak and vain desire, + For outward show, and gay attire, + Engage your thoughts, employ your time, + And waste the precious hours of prime? + +[Illustration] + + All praise to him who made the sun, + The World by day to light; + Who gave the gentle moon to cheer, + The still and gloomy night. + +[Illustration] + + Alone beneath the gloom of night, + Monimia went to mourn; + She left her parents' fost'ring arms, + Ah! never to return. + +[Illustration] + + Julia had a little bird, + With feathers bright and yellow; + And slender legs: upon my word, + He was a pretty fellow. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! stay you cruel gipsey! + Nor steal this darling boy, + From his distracted parents, + He is their only joy. + +[Illustration] + + Oft Ellen would go to a very deep well, + To look at the water below; + How naughty! to go to a dangerous well, + When her mother forbade her to go. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! pray forbear you cruel man! + To beat poor donkey so; + I'll give you this sweet pretty fan, + If you will let him go. + +[Illustration] + + Poor donkey, I'll give him a handfull of grass, + I'm sure he's a good-natured honest old ass; + He trots to the market, to carry the sack, + And lets me ride all the way on his back. + +[Illustration] + + Here's old Toby Philpot, + As hearty a soul, + As e'er quaff'd a pipe, + Or partook of a bowl. + +[Illustration] + + The Sportsman here at early morn, + With dog and gun is seen; + The Huntsman sounds his mellow horn; + All nature looks serene. + +[Illustration] + + The dying parent, like a wailing breeze, + Moans in the fev'rish grasp of pale disease; + While sad and watching, with a sleepless eye, + Her lovely daughter sits and muses by. + +[Illustration] + + The forked flash that now descends, + And thunders too that roll; + Alike are guided by God's arm, + And under his control. + +[Illustration] + + These little girls, though very young, + Will never do what's rude or wrong; + When spoken to, they always try, + To give the most polite reply. + +[Illustration] + + Of Blue Beard 'tis in stories said, + He married many wives; + And that when they too curious grew, + He soon cut short their lives. + +[Illustration] + + I think I should like to be happy to-day + If I could but tell the easiest way; + But then I don't know any pretty new play, + Unless it's a romp with my little dog Tray. + +[Illustration] + + At length before his wide stretch'd eyes, + St. Paul's proud dome arose; + That is, said Ralph in great surprize + The KING I do suppose!! + +[Illustration] + + A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct, + The language plain, and incidents well link'd; + Tell not as new, what every body knows, + And new or old, still hasten to a close. + +[Illustration] + + And so you do not like to spell, + Ellen my dear; oh very well, + 'Tis dull and troublesome you say, + And you would rather be at play. + +[Illustration] + + An Annual custom here was held, + For all the Corporation, + To hear the boy that most excell'd, + Deliver an oration. + +[Illustration] + + Alas! and is domestic strife, + That sorest ill of human life, + A plague so little to be feared, + As to be wantonly incurr'd? + +[Illustration] + + My numbers this day she had sung, + And gave them a grace so divine, + As only her musical tongue, + Could infuse into numbers of mine. + +[Illustration] + + Here we see a common game, + Of which most boys are fond; + Some hit the ring with nicest aim, + While others go beyond. + +[Illustration] + + Little sister come away, + And in the garden let us play; + But do not pluck the pretty flowers, + Because you know they are not ours. + +[Illustration] + + A boat, which oft had stem'd the tide, + Was by the shore close moored; + In which Maria fain would ride, + And therefore went on board. + +[Illustration] + + Good God! how abject is our race, + Condemn'd to slavery and disgrace; + Shall we our servitude retain, + Because our sires have borne the chain? + +[Illustration] + + Go; thou art all unfit to share, + The pleasures of this place; + With such as its old Tenants are, + Creatures of gentle race. + +[Illustration] + + In Westminster Abbey lie in grand state, + The bones of Kings and Noblemen great, + Whose figures in wax and marble are shown, + With Generals and Admirals carv'd in stone. + +[Illustration] + + Her heart beat strong; she gave a bound, + Down came the milk-pail on the ground, + Eggs, fowls, pig, hog, (ah! well-a-day,) + Cow, calf, and farm, all swam away. + +[Illustration] + + Why is this silly girl so vain? + Looking in the glass again; + For the meekest flower of Spring, + Is a gayer little thing. + +[Illustration] + + I little thought that thus forlorn, + In deserts I should bide; + And have not where to lay my head, + Amid the World so wide. + +[Illustration] + + Dear lady, she cries, and tears trickle down, + Relieve a poor beggar, I pray; + I've wander'd all hungry about the wide town, + And have not eat a morsel to-day. + +[Illustration] + + Ah! there it falls, and now 'tis dead, + Poor harmless little thing; + The shot went through its pretty head, + And broke its little wing. + +[Illustration] + + He looks of a strong hardy race, + And his bonnet and jacket of plaid; + With shrewdness and sense in his face, + Proclaim him a true scottish lad. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! say what stranger cause yet unexplor'd, + Could make a gentle belle reject a lord; + In tasks so bold, can little men engage, + And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage. + +[Illustration] + + I've fought at Egypt, Italy, + Marengo, Waterloo; + And now I'm helpless, left to die, + In misery, want, and woe. + +[Illustration] + + Mamma shall we visit Miss Ellen to-day, + And sweet little Julia and Ann; + The morning's so fine, the sun is so bright, + Do go dear mamma if you can. + +[Illustration] + + Old Susan in her cottage small, + Tho' low the roof and mud the wall, + Enjoys within her peaceful shed, + Her wholesome crust of barley-bread. + +[Illustration] + + Great God! with wonder and with praise, + On all thy works I look; + But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, + Shines brightest in thy Book. + +[Illustration] + + These harmless sports we like to see, + No mischief here appears; + Young Alfred shews activity, + Well suited to his years. + +[Illustration] + + Run William to the baker's man, + And quick to him apply; + I know he'll give you, if he can, + A smoking hot mince-pie. + +[Illustration] + + Ah! poor little Red Riding Hood, + You never once dreamt, + When you met the Wolf in the wood, + Of his cruel intent. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! ask me not to be your bride, + Oh! do not call me fair; + For I have thrown the wreath aside, + I once was proud to wear. + +[Illustration] + + Away went Gilpin neck or nought; + Away went hat and wig; + He little dreamt when he set out, + Of running such a rig. + +[Illustration] + + Old Cherry and Blossom are having a fight, + Do let us get out of their way; + And not stop to witness so shocking a sight, + Oh dear what a terrible fray! + +[Illustration] + + Dancing on the village green, + The pretty English girl is seen; + Or beside the cottage neat, + Knitting on the garden seat. + +[Illustration] + + Some strength of arm and steady eye, + This ancient game demands; + To make the arrow distant fly, + Is not for feeble hands. + +[Illustration] + + Whoever played at blind-man's buff, + And was the first to cry 'enough;' + When nearly caught, who did not quake, + Or laugh to see poor Buff's mistake? + +[Illustration] + + When storms of passion rude arise, + Be Nature's rule before your eyes; + May friendship henceforth both unite, + May both in future act aright. + +[Illustration] + + With glowing cheeks the skaiter meets, + The keen and frosty air; + Performs variety of feats, + To shew what skaiters dare. + +[Illustration] + + Have you forgot Kate, prithee say, + How many seasons here we've tarried; + 'Tis FORTY years this very day, + Since you and I, old girl, were married. + +[Illustration] + + Two horses used to bit and bridle, + But always much disposed to idle, + Agreed, as soon as they were able, + To steal unnoticed from the stable. + +[Illustration] + + Thank you pretty cow that made, + Pleasant milk to soak my bread, + Every day and every night, + Warm and fresh, and sweet and white. + + +FINIS. + + * * * * * + +PRINTED BY J. HARRISON, DEVIZES. + + + + + HARRISON'S + AMUSING + PICTURE AND POETRY + _BOOK_, + CONTAINING SEVENTY ENGRAVINGS + + * * * * * + + [Illustration] + + * * * * * + + DEVIZES: + + _Printed and published by J. Harrison,_ + + AND SOLD BY + + THE LONDON BOOKSELLERS AND STATIONERS. + + * * * * * + + _Price Sixpence._ + + + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22611.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22611.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..04abf4c8ef6dcf2e2db576fa69e6f14423707539 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22611.txt @@ -0,0 +1,460 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by David Edwards, David Garcia, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) from digital +material generously made available by Internet Archive/American Libraries +(http://www.archive.org/details/americana) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 22611-h.htm or 22611-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/2/6/1/22611/22611-h/22611-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/2/6/1/22611/22611-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/foxgeesewonderfu00weiriala + + + + + +THE FOX AND THE GEESE; AND THE WONDERFUL HISTORY OF HENNY-PENNY. + +[Illustration] + +With Illustrations by Harrison Weir. + + + + + + + +Portland: +Published by Francis Blake, +No. 58 Exchange Street. + + + + +THE FOX AND THE GEESE. + + + There was once a Goose at the point of death, + So she called her three daughters near, + And desired them all, with her latest breath, + Her last dying words to hear. + + "There's a Mr. Fox," said she, "that I know, + Who lives in a covert hard by; + To our race he has proved a deadly foe, + So beware of his treachery. + + "Build houses, ere long, of stone or of bricks, + And get tiles for your roofs, I pray; + For I know, of old, Mr. Reynard's tricks, + And I fear he may come any day." + + Thus saying, she died, and her daughters fair,-- + Gobble, Goosey, and Ganderee,-- + Agreed together, that they would beware + Of Mr. Fox, their enemy. + + But Gobble, the youngest, I grieve to say, + Soon came to a very bad end, + Because she preferred her own silly way, + And would not to her mother attend. + + For she made, with some boards, an open nest, + For a roof took the lid of a box; + Then quietly laid herself down to rest, + And thought she was safe from the Fox. + + But Reynard, in taking an evening run, + Soon scented the goose near the pond; + Thought he, "Now I'll have some supper and fun, + For of both I am really fond." + +[Illustration] + + Then on to the box he sprang in a trice, + And roused Mrs. Gobble from bed; + She only had time to hiss once or twice, + Ere he snapped off her lily-white head. + + Her sisters at home felt anxious and low + When poor Gobble did not appear, + And Goosey, determined her fate to know, + Went and sought all the field far and near. + + At last she descried poor Gobble's head, + And some feathers, not far apart; + So she told Ganderee she had found her dead, + And they both felt quite sad at heart. + + Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way, + Like Gobble, and some other birds. + "'Tis no matter," said she, "if I only obey + A part of my mother's last words." + +[Illustration] + + So her house she soon built of nice red brick, + But she only thatched it with straw; + And she thought that, however the Fox might kick, + He could not get in e'en a paw. + + So she went to sleep, and at dead of night + She heard at the door a low scratch; + And presently Reynard, with all his might, + Attempted to jump on the thatch. + + But he tumbled back, and against the wall + Grazed his nose in a fearful way; + Then, almost mad with the pain of his fall, + He barked, and ran slowly away. + + So Goosey laughed, and felt quite o'erjoyed + To have thus escaped from all harm; + But had she known how the Fox was employed, + She would have felt dreadful alarm; + + For Gobble had been his last dainty meat,-- + So hungry he really did feel,-- + And resolved in his mind to accomplish this feat, + And have the young goose for a meal. + + So he slyly lighted a bundle of straws, + And made no more noise than a mouse, + Then lifted himself up on his hind paws, + And quickly set fire to the house. + + 'T was soon in a blaze, and Goosey awoke, + With fright almost ready to die, + And, nearly smothered with heat and with smoke, + Up the chimney was forced to fly. + + The Fox was rejoiced to witness her flight, + And, heedless of all her sad groans, + He chased her until he saw her alight, + Then eat her up all but her bones. + + Poor Ganderee's heart was ready to break + When the sad news reached her ear. + "'T was that villain the Fox," said good Mr. Drake, + Who lived in a pond very near. + + "Now listen to me, I pray you," he said, + "And roof your new house with some tiles, + Or you, like your sisters, will soon be dead,-- + A prey to your enemy's wiles." + + So she took the advice of her mother and friend, + And made her house very secure. + Then she said,--"Now, whatever may be my end, + The Fox cannot catch me, I'm sure." + + He called at her door the very next day, + And loudly and long did he knock; + But she said to him,--"Leave my house, I pray, + For the door I will not unlock; + +[Illustration] + + "For you've killed my sisters, I know full well, + And you wish that I too were dead." + "O dear!" said the Fox, "I can't really tell + Who put such a thought in your head: + + "For I've always liked geese more than other birds, + And you of your race I've loved best." + But the Goose ne'er heeded his flattering words, + So hungry he went to his rest. + + Next week she beheld him again appear; + "Let me in very quick," he cried, + "For the news I've to tell you'll be charmed to hear, + And 'tis rude to keep me outside." + + But the Goose only opened one window-pane, + And popped out her pretty red bill; + Said she, "Your fair words are all in vain, + But talk to me here, if you will." + + "To-morrow," he cried, "there will be a fair, + All the birds and the beasts will go; + So allow me, I pray, to escort you there, + For you will be quite charmed, I know." + + "Many thanks for your news," said Ganderee, + "But I had rather not go with you; + I care not for any gay sight to see,"-- + So the window she closed, and withdrew. + + In the morning, howe'er, her mind she changed, + And she thought she would go to the fair; + So her numerous feathers she nicely arranged, + And cleaned her red bill with much care. + + She went, I believe, before it was light, + For of Reynard she felt much fear; + So quickly she thought she would see each sight, + And return ere he should appear. + + When the Goose arrived she began to laugh + At the wondrous creatures she saw; + There were dancing bears, and a tall giraffe, + And a beautiful red macaw. + + A monkey was weighing out apples and roots; + An ostrich, too, sold by retail; + There were bees and butterflies tasting the fruits, + And a pig drinking out of a pail. + + Ganderee went into an elephant's shop, + And quickly she bought a new churn; + For, as it grew late, she feared to stop, + As in safety she wished to return. + + Ere, however, she got about half the way, + She saw approaching her foe; + And now she hissed with fear and dismay, + For she knew not which way to go. + +[Illustration] + + But at last of a capital plan she bethought, + Of a place where she safely might hide; + She got into the churn that she just had bought, + And then fastened the lid inside. + + The churn was placed on the brow of a hill, + And with Ganderee's weight down it rolled, + Passing the Fox, who stood perfectly still, + Quite alarmed, though he was very bold. + + For the Goose's wings flapped strangely about, + And the noise was fearful to hear; + And so bruised she felt she was glad to get out, + When she thought that the coast was clear. + + So safely she reached her own home at noon, + And the Fox ne'er saw her that day + But after the fair he came very soon, + And cried out, in a terrible way,-- + +[Illustration] + + "Quick, quick, let me in! oh, for once be kind, + For the huntsman's horn I hear; + O, hide me in any snug place you can find, + For the hunters and hounds draw near!" + + So the Goose looked out, in order to see + Whether Reynard was only in jest; + Then, knowing that he in her power would be, + She opened the door to her guest. + + "I'll hide you," she said, "in my nice new churn." + "That will do very well," said he; + "And thank you for doing me this good turn, + Most friendly and kind Ganderee." + + Then into the churn the Fox quickly got; + But, ere the Goose put on the top, + A kettle she brought of water quite hot, + And poured in every drop. + +[Illustration] + + Then the Fox cried out, "O! I burn, I burn! + And I feel in a pitiful plight;" + But the Goose held fast the lid of the churn, + So Reynard he died that night. + + * * * * * + + +MORAL. + + + Mankind have an enemy whom they well know, + Who tempts them in every way; + But they, too, at length shall o'ercome this foe, + If wisdom's right law they obey. + + + + +THE WONDERFUL HISTORY OF HENNY-PENNY. + + +One fine summer morning a Hen was picking peas in a farm-yard, under +a pea-stack, when a pea fell on her head with such a thump that she +thought a cloud had fallen. And she thought she would go to the court +and tell the king that the clouds were falling: so she gaed, and she +gaed, and she gaed, and she met a Cock, and the Cock said,-- + +"Where are you going to-day, Henny-penny?" + +And she said,-- + +"Oh, Cocky-locky, the clouds are falling, and I am going to tell the +king." + +And Cocky-locky said,-- + +"I will go with you, Henny-penny." + +So Cocky-locky and Henny-penny they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, +till they met a Duck. So the Duck said,-- + +"Where are you going to-day, Cocky-locky and Henny-penny?" + +And they said,-- + +"Oh, Ducky-daddles, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell +the king." + +And Ducky-daddles said,-- + +"I will go with you, Cocky-locky and Henny-penny." + +So Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny, they gaed, and they +gaed, and they gaed, till they met a Goose. So the Goose said,-- + +"Where are you going to-day, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky and +Henny-penny?" + +And they said,-- + +"Oh, Goosie-poosie, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell +the king." + +And Goosie-poosie said,-- + +"I will go with you, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny." + +So Goosie-poosie, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny, +they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, till they met a Turkey. So the +Turkey said,-- + +"Where are you going to-day, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, +and Henny-penny?" + +And they said,-- + +"Oh, Turkey-lurky, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell +the king." + +And Turkey-lurky said,-- + +"I will go with you, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and +Henny-penny." + +So Turkey-lurky, and Goosie-poosie, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, +and Henny-penny, they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, till they met +a Fox. 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Rags' owner was very angry. + +"That's the last slipper of mine that you'll chew up!" he said, and +sped away. + +Rags stood in the street. + +"So that was it," he thought. "But he had so many slippers in his +closet, how was I to know he'd mind if I just chewed a few?" + +The street was wide and empty and Rags was frightened. What was a +small dog to do? What could he do? Of course ... he must find another +home! + +Suddenly Rags grew up. He would never again chew a slipper! Up on the +sidewalk he scrambled, ready for adventure. He didn't feel sad at all +now. + +"Surely," he thought, "I can soon find a nice home." + +He walked down the sidewalk looking at every house. In front of one +was a lady watering her flowers. Rags walked up to her politely. + +"Woof! Woof!" he said, and wagged his tail. + +The lady turned. + +"Oh, you dirty, ragged creature!" she cried, "Get off my lawn!" And +with that, she turned the water upon him. + +Rags ran. He didn't want a home in that lady's house--or in her +neighborhood. + +Cold and wet and frightened, he ran along the street. He was too +tired to run any more, when he saw a man rocking on the porch of a +very pretty house. Perhaps this man would give him a home. Rags stood +still. Did he dare go up and ask him? Timidly, he crept up, stood +very still, and wagged his tail. + +The man looked over his glasses and said, "Well! Well!" + +Rags looked up and said, "Woof!" which meant in dog language, "I need +a home." + +Rags didn't see the cat on the arm of the man's chair. He didn't know +she was there until, arching her back, she sprang forward and landed +on his face. + +"Rrrow!" she screeched. Her claws were sharp. She was telling him, +"This is my home! GO AWAY!" + +Rags ran. "Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip," he cried. He ran and ran. The houses +were smaller now, and not so close together. He saw some boxes on a +vacant lot. He went over, crawled into one, and went to sleep. + +The boxes belonged to a little boy named Gary. He was building a +playhouse with them. And as soon as he had carried in the wood and +swept the walks, he would call, "Grandma, everything's done! May I +play in my box house now?" + +"Yes, dear," said Grandma. + +So Gary hurried to the vacant lot. He was proud of his box house. For +days he had worked, dragging the boxes to this grassy spot and +nailing them together. Carefully, he crawled inside. + +There in the corner lay Rags ... fast asleep! + +"Why you poor little dog!" cried Gary + +Rags woke up. + +He said, "Woof. Woof!" + +Gary understood him. + +"You want to stay with me, don't you?" he asked. + +"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Rags answered. + +And Gary knew that he meant, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" + +Gary gathered him in his arms. + +"You're so ragged and dirty," he said, "I'm going to name you Rags." + +And Rags said, "Woof." Which meant, "All right." + +"Grandma!" Gary shouted, as he ran toward the kitchen. "Rags has come +to live with us." + +When Grandma saw Rags she dropped the potato that she was peeling. It +rolled across the floor. "Good gracious, Gary! Where did you find +him!" + +"In my play house." + +"Well, I don't believe that I ever saw a dirtier, more ragged dog in +all my life!" + +"But isn't he dear?" Gary pleaded. "Look, he is wagging his tail at +you." + +Indeed, Rags did wag his tail. He wagged and wagged. Then he had a +bright idea. He scooted across the floor, picked up the potato, and +carried it to Grandma. + +"See." Gary cried, "Rags will be a helper." + +Rags stood still. + +His brown eyes looked hopefully into Grandma's face. + +She hated to turn him out. + +Yet she could scarcely manage their own meals, and felt that she +could never feed a stray dog. + +She looked down at Rags. "We'll keep him until tomorrow," she said, +"Then we will hunt a home for him." + +Rags was happy. + +Grandma gave him some milk. + +He said, "Woof! Woof!" for "Thank you." And lapped it up, hungrily. + +Then he played with Gary. + +And took another nap. + +Night came. + +Grandma put an old pillow on the kitchen floor. It was warm by the +stove and Rags was happy. He curled up and went to sleep. + +Grandma and Gary went to sleep, too. + + +SUDDENLY Rags woke up. Sniff! Sniff! What was that queer smell? +Crackle-crackle-crackle! There was a red light on the wall near the +chimney. Something was wrong. + +Rags sat up. He didn't want anything to happen to this home. + +"WOOF." "WOOF." + +Grandma jumped up and ran to the kitchen. + +"Oh, the house is on fire!" she screamed. + +Snatching the broom she beat at the flames. + +But she could not put them out. + +She was wide awake now. + +Quickly she filled her dishpan with water and threw it on the wall. + +Five dishpans of water .. and the fire was out! + +Grandma stooped and picked up the shaggy little dog. "You saved our +home," she crooned softly. "And you can stay with us ... always." + +Rags licked her hands. + +Grandma didn't go back to bed. She sat by the kitchen window with +Rags in her lap. It was almost morning. + +Grandma watched the clouds turn pink and golden over the dark hills. +She was very thankful. Rags had saved their home. + +After awhile Gary woke up. + +So did Rags. + +Grandma told Gary what had happened. + +"So we'll keep him," she said, "But I don't know how we will manage +to feed him." + +Gary had an idea. + +"Come, Rags," he said. + +Rags scampered down the street beside him. + +They went to the meat market, where the butcher was just opening his +doors. + +"I want a job," said Gary, "Is there a some way I can earn meat for +my dog?" + +The butcher looked into Gary's earnest face and down at the little +raggedy dog. + +"I think so. I need someone to sweep out the store every morning." + +Gary set to work and the store was soon clean. + +Then the butcher wrapped up some meat and handed it to Gary. + +"Here's a dime, besides. You did a fine job." + +"Oh, thanks," gasped Gary. + +He ran down the street with Rags at his heels. + +They burst into the kitchen. + +"Grandma, I've got a job, and here's meat for Rags, and ten cents and +I can do it every day." + +Rags was nosing happily about his new home ... around the chairs and +under the curtains. In the bedroom were two blue slippers. He picked +them up ... carefully ... and carried them to the kitchen and laid +them at Grandma's feet. + +Rags had grown up. + +Rags would never chew slippers any more! + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22825.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22825.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c1ddab5a2be13dbac07b66ea3bded9ed4ea1e96 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22825.txt @@ -0,0 +1,333 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Janet Blenkinship and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +THE SMOKER'S YEAR BOOK + +_The verses written on paper by_ + +Oliver Herford + +& + +_The pictures drawn on stone by_ + +Sewell Collins + + +[Illustration] + + +The whole published by + +MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY NEW YORK 1908 + +_Copyright, 1908, by_ MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY + +NEW YORK + + +_All rights reserved_ + +_Published, October, 1908_ + + + + + JANUARY + + + Now Time the harvester surveys + His sorry crops of yesterdays; + Of trampled hopes and reaped regrets, + And for another harvest whets + His ancient scythe, eying the while + The budding year with cynic smile. + Well, let him smile; in snug retreat + I fill my pipe with honeyed sweet, + Whose incense wafted from the bowl + Shall make warm sunshine in my soul, + And conjure mid the fragrant haze + Fair memories of other days. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + FEBRUARY + + + Bend you now before the shrine + Of the good Saint Valentine. + Show to him your broken heart-- + Pray the Saint to take your part. + Should he intercede in vain + And the maid your heart disdain, + Call upon Saint Nicotine; + He will surely intervene. + Bring burnt off'ring to his feet, + Incense of Havana, sweet. + Then the maiden's shade invoke, + It will disappear in smoke! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + MARCH + + + Here comes bluff March--a cross between + A Jester and a Libertine. + He loves to make the parson race + With wicked words his hat to chase; + To dye with compromising rose + The pious man's abstemious nose. + The ladies hate him, though he shows + A pretty taste for silken hose. + The smoker views him with distrust, + Shielding his last match from his gust. + But once alight--his holy joy + No blast from Heaven can destroy! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + APRIL + + + Lady April, it is clear, + Is the spoilt child of the Year. + See her tears about to start-- + Thus she melts old Winter's heart. + Now the gay deceiving thing + Turns and plays the deuce with Spring. + Winter lingers at her gate; + Spring grows chilly and irate. + I'd go home if I were he-- + It is just such girls as she + Make a fellow thank his stars + For the solace of cigars. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + MAY + + + Like Brunhilda, May is won + By the kisses of the Sun. + Siegfried like, the maid he takes + In his arms and she awakes + To the tender piping sound + Of the birds--while all around + In a magic fire ring + Purple flames of Crocus spring. + Now I fill my fragrant briar, + Lo! it glows with gentle fire, + Wafting scented wreaths of love + To the little leaves above. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + JUNE + + + "What so rare as a day in June?" + Thus I heard the poet croon, + To the month of roses sweet, + His song with barometric feet. + Perfect days I own are rare-- + All depends on how you fare. + Can a day be perfect to + The rose that has not sipped the dew? + Can the Bee, do you suppose, + Hum, that has not sipped the rose? + Can there be for Man, I say, + Without a smoke, a perfect day? + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + JULY + + + Red rockets skyward rush pell-mell + And fill the night with noise and smell. + The stars of Heaven look down, and say: + "So this is Independence Day! + Poor earth-born stars, it makes us sad + To see your fire work like mad + To make a Human Holiday. + Where is _your_ independence, pray?"-- + Whereat I woke--my fire was low, + My pipe was out. Said I: "Heigho! + I never thought of it that way, + I'll give them both a holiday." + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + AUGUST + + + Drowsing o'er my sainted briar, + Dreaming dreams of Heart's Desire, + Dreaming 'neath the August sun, + Thus my meditations run-- + What if that great Ember bright + Were a monster Pipe alight, + Or the glowing from afar + Of some Fire-God's cigar? + If the Smoker's Peace abide + In that sun fire, multiplied + By its vastness, I will be + Henceforth a devout Parsee. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + SEPTEMBER + + + As the smoker sometimes sees + In Nicotian reveries + Features of some Lovely Girl + In the tinted wreaths that curl + From his pipe; so, as we gaze + Through the soft September haze + In the years' calm afternoon + Red with summer's ashes strewn, + Through the tender veil of mist, + Woven gold and amethyst, + Summer's charming ghost we see + Decked in Indian panoply. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + OCTOBER + + + Say! October, how in thunder + Do you keep so young, I wonder? + You're no chicken, and you know it, + Yet, old man, for all you show it, + You might, on a sunny day, + Pass for April or for May. + See, your house is falling round you, + Yet you're laughing--say! confound you, + What's the secret? How'd you do it? + Mist and moisture? Ah, I knew it! + A pipe! A mug! October brew, + Fill up--October--here's to you! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + NOVEMBER + + + Who's that pedler at the door? + What! November, back once more? + Why, it seems but yesterday + That he took himself away! + Say I'm out! Tell him to go! + He has nothing new to show. + Same old lay-out every trip, + Same Pneumonia, same old Grippe, + Same old Hard Luck tales to tell, + Same Thanksgiving Day--oh, well, + Show him in--then stir the log + And bring church-warden pipes and grog. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + DECEMBER + + + Proudly beams the Christmas Tree + In its tinsel finery. + Round and round in sprightly pairs + Children dance to old-time airs-- + Though they laugh they make no sound; + Dancing, still they tread no ground. + Naught but airy phantoms they + Of a vanished Christmas Day, + Ancient playmates found again + In a smoke wreath's purple skein, + And they whisper in my ear, + "Does Christmas still come once a year?" + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration: FINIS] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Smoker's Year Book, by Oliver Herford + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22835.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22835.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..be5e87f0fa8e54d87790c7eb8a5cfe85778c32e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg22835.txt @@ -0,0 +1,262 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE LONDON VISITOR + +By Mary Russell Mitford + + +Being in a state of utter mystification, (a very disagreeable state, +by-the-bye,) I hold it advisable to lay my unhappy case, in strict +confidence, in the lowest possible whisper, and quite in a corner, +before my kind friend, patron, and protector, the public, through whose +means--for now-a-days every body knows everything, and there is no +riddle so dark but shall find an OEdipus to solve it--I may possibly +be able to discover whether the bewilderment under which I have been +labouring for the last three days be the result of natural causes, like +the delusions recorded in Dr. Brewster's book, or whether there be in +this little south of England county of ours, year 1836, a revival of +the old science of Gramarye, the glamour art, which, according to that +veracious minstrel, Sir Walter Scott, was exercised with such singular +success in the sixteenth century by the Ladye of Branksome upon the good +knight, William of Deloraine, and others his peers. In short, I want to +know---- But the best way to make my readers understand my story, will +be to begin at the beginning. + +I am a wretched visitor. There is not a person in all Berkshire who has +so often occasion to appeal to the indulgence of her acquaintance +to pardon her sins of omission upon this score. I cannot tell how it +happens; nobody likes society better when in it, or is more delighted to +see her friends; but it is almost as easy to pull a tree of my age and +size up by the roots, as it is to dislodge me in summer from my flowery +garden, or in the winter from my sunny parlour, for the purpose of +accepting a dinner invitation, or making a morning call. Perhaps the +great accumulation of my debts in this way, the very despair of ever +paying them all, may be one reason (as is often the case, I believe, in +pecuniary obligations) why I so seldom pay any; then, whether I do much +or not, I have generally plenty to do; then again, I so dearly love to +do nothing; then, summer or winter, the weather is commonly too cold +for an open carriage, and I am eminently a catch-cold person; so that +between wind and rain, business and idleness, no lady in the county with +so many places that she ought to go to, goes to so few: and yet it was +from the extraordinary event of my happening to leave home three days +following, that my present mystification took its rise. Thus the case +stands. + +Last Thursday morning, being the 23rd day of this present month of +June, I received a note from my kind friend and neighbour, Mrs. Dunbar, +requesting very earnestly that my father and myself would dine that +evening at the Hall, apologising for the short notice, as arising out +of the unexpected arrival of a guest from London, and the equally +unexpected absence of the General, which threw her (she was pleased to +say) upon our kindness to assist in entertaining her visitor. At seven +o'clock, accordingly, we repaired to General Dunbar's, and found +our hostess surrounded by her fine boys and girls, conversing with a +gentleman, whom she immediately introduced to us as Mr. Thompson. + +Mr. Thompson was a gentleman of about---- + +Pshaw! nothing is so unpolite as to go guessing how many years a man may +have lived in this most excellent world, especially when it is perfectly +clear, from his dress and demeanour, that the register of his birth +is the last document relating to himself which he would care to see +produced. + +Mr. Thompson, then, was a gentleman of no particular age; not quite so +young as he had been, but still in very tolerable preservation, being +pretty exactly that which is understood by the phrase an old beau. +He was of middle size and middle height, with a slight stoop in the +shoulders; a skin of the true London complexion, between brown and +yellow, and slightly wrinkled: eyes of no very distinct colour; a nose +which, belonging to none of the recognised classes of that many-named +feature, may fairly be called anonymous; and a mouth, whose habitual +mechanical smile (a smile which, by the way, conveyed no impression +either of gaiety or of sweetness) displayed a set of teeth which did +great honour to his dentist. His whiskers and his wig were a capital +match as to colour; and altogether it was a head calculated to convey a +very favourable impression of the different artists employed in getting +it up. + +His dress was equally creditable to his tailor and his valet, "rather +rich than gaudy," (as Miss Byron said of Sir Charles Grandison,) except +in the grand article of the waistcoat, a brocade brodé of resplendent +lustre, which combined both qualities. His shoes were bright with the +new French blacking, and his jewellery, rings, studs, brooches, and +chains (for he wore two, that belonging to his watch, and one from which +depended a pair of spectacles, folded so as to resemble an eye-glass,) +were of the finest material and the latest fashion. + +In short, our new acquaintance was an old beau. He was not, however, +that which an old beau so frequently is, an old bachelor. On the +contrary, he spoke of Mrs. Thompson and her parties, and her box at the +opera (he did not say on what tier) with some unction, and mentioned +with considerable pride a certain Mr. Browne, who had lately married his +eldest daughter; Browne, be it observed, with an _e_, as his name (I beg +his pardon for having misspelt it) was Thomson without the _p_; there +being I know not what of dignity in the absence of the consonant, and +the presence of the vowel, though mute. We soon found that both he and +Mr. Browne lent these illustrious names to half a score of clubs, from +the Athenaeum downward. We also gathered from his conversation that he +resided somewhere in Gloucester Place or Devonshire Place, in Wimpole +Street or Harley Street, (I could not quite make out in which of those +respectable double rows of houses his domicile was situate,) and that he +contemplated with considerable jealousy the manner in which the tide +of fashion had set in to the south-west, rolling its changeful current +round the splendid mansions of Belgrave Square, and threatening to leave +this once distinguished quartier as bare and open to the jesters of +the silver-fork school as the ignoble precincts of Bloomsbury. It was a +strange mixture of feeling. He was evidently upon the point of becoming +ashamed of a neighbourhood of which he had once been not a little proud. +He spoke slightingly of the Regent's Park, and eschewed as much as +possible all mention of the Diorama and the Zoological, and yet seemed +pleased and flattered, and to take it as a sort of personal compliment, +when Mrs. Dunbar professed her fidelity to the scene of her youthful +gaiety, Cavendish Square and its environs. + +He had been, it seemed, an old friend of the General's, and had come +down partly to see him, and partly for the purpose of a day's fishing, +although, by some mistake in the wording of his letter, his host, who +did not expect him until the next week, happened to be absent. This, +however, had troubled him little. He saw the General often enough in +town. Angling was his first object in the country; and as the fine piece +of water in the park (famous for its enormous pike) remained _in statu +quo_, and Edward Dunbar was ready to accompany and assist him, he had +talked the night before of nothing but his flies and his rods, and +boasted, in speaking of Ireland, the classic land of modern fishermen, +of what he meant to do, and what he had done--of salmon caught in the +wilds of Connemara, and trout drawn out amid the beauties of Killarney. +Fishing exploits, past and future, formed the only theme of his +conversation during his first evening at the Hall. On that which we +spent in his company, nothing could be farther from his inclination than +any allusion, however remote, to his beloved sport. He had been out in +the morning, and we at last extorted from Edward Dunbar, upon a promise +not to hint at the story until the hero of the adventure should be +fairly off, that, after trying with exemplary patience all parts of the +mere for several hours without so much as a nibble, a huge pike, as +Mr. Thompson asserted, or, as Edward suspected, the root of a tree, had +caught fast hold of the hook. If pike it were, the fish had the best of +the battle, for, in a mighty jerk on one side or the other (the famous +Dublin tackle maintaining its reputation, and holding as firm as the +cordage of a man-of-war,) the unlucky angler had been fairly pulled into +the water, and soused over head and ears. How his valet contrived to +reinstate his coëffure, unless, indeed, he travelled with a change +of wigs, is one of those mysteries of an old beau's toilet which pass +female comprehension. + +Of course there was no further mention of angling. Our new acquaintance +had quite subjects enough without touching upon that. In eating, for +instance, he might fairly be called learned. Mrs. Dunbar's cuisine +was excellent, and he not only praised the different dishes in a most +scientific and edifying manner, but volunteered a recipe for certain +little mutton pies, the fashion of the season. In drinking he was +equally at home. Edward had produced his father's choicest hermitage and +lachryma, and he seemed to me to know literally by heart all the most +celebrated vintages, and to have made pilgrimages to the most famous +vineyards all over Europe. He talked to Helen Dunbar, a musical +young lady, of Grisi and Malibran; to her sister Caroline, a literary +enthusiast, of the poems of the year, "Ion," and "Paracelsus;" to +me he spoke of geraniums; and to my father of politics--contriving to +conciliate both parties, (for there were Whigs and Tories in the room,) +by dubbing himself a liberal Conservative. In short, he played his part +of Man of the World perfectly to his own satisfaction, and would have +passed with the whole family for the very model of all London visitors, +had he not unfortunately nodded over certain verses which he had +flattered Miss Caroline into producing, and fallen fast asleep during +her sister's cavatina; and if his conversation, however easy and smooth, +had not been felt to be upon the whole rather vapid and prosy. "Just +exactly," said young Edward Dunbar, who, in the migration transit +between Eton, which he had left at Easter, and Oxford, which he was +to enter at Michaelmas, was plentifully imbued with the aristocratic +prejudices common to each of those venerable seats of learning "just +exactly what in the fitness of things the talk of a Mr. Thompson ought +to be." + +The next afternoon I happened to be engaged to the Lady Margaret Gore, +another pleasant neighbour, to drink tea; a convenient fashion, which +saves time and trouble, and is much followed in these parts during the +summer months. A little after eight I made my appearance in her saloon, +which, contrary to her usual polite attention, I found empty. In the +course of a few minutes she entered, and apologised for her momentary +absence, as having been caused by a London gentleman on a visit at the +house, who arriving the evening before, had spent all that morning at +the side of Loddon fishing, (where, by the way, observed her ladyship, +he had caught nothing,) and had kept them waiting dinner. "He is a +very old friend of ours," added Lady Margaret; "Mr. Thompson, of Harley +Street, whose daughter lately married Mr. Browne of Gloucester Place," +and, with the word, entered Mr. Thompson in his own proper person. + +Was it or was it not the Mr. Thompson of the day before? Yes! no!---- +No! yes! It would have been, only that it could not be. The alibi was +too clearly proved: Lady Margaret had spent the preceding evening with +_her_ Mr. Thompson in one place, and I myself with _my_ Mr. Thompson +in another. Different they must be, but oh, how alike! I am too +short-sighted to be cognizant of each separate feature. But there it +was, the same common height and common size, and common physiognomy, +wigged, whiskered, and perfumed to a hair! The self-same sober +magnificence of dress, the same cut and colour of coat, the same +waistcoat of brocade brodé--of a surety they must have employed one +identical tailor, and one measure had served for both! Chains, studs, +brooches, rings--even the eye-glass spectacles were there. Had he (this +he) stolen them? Or did the Thompsons use them alternately, upon the +principle of ride and tie? + +In conversation the similarity was even more striking--safe, civil, +prosy, dosy, and yet not without a certain small pretension. The Mr. +Thompson of Friday talked as his predecessor of Thursday had done, of +Malibran and Grisi, "Paracelsus" and "Ion," politics and geraniums. He +alluded to a recipe (doubtless the famous recipe for mutton pies) which +he had promised to write out for the benefit of the housekeeper, and +would beyond all question have dosed over one young lady's verses, and +fallen asleep to another's singing, if there had happened to be such +narcotics as music and poetry in dear Lady Margaret's drawing-room. Mind +and body, the two Mr. Thompsons were as alike as two peas, as two drops +of water, as two Emperor-of-Morocco butterflies, as two death's-head +moths. Could they have been twin brothers, like the Dromios of the old +drama? or was the vicinity of the Regent's Park peopled with Cockney +anglers--Thompsons whose daughters had married Brownes? + +The resemblance haunted me all night. I dreamt of Brownes and Thompsons, +and to freshen my fancy and sweep away the shapes by which I was beset, +I resolved to take a drive. Accordingly, I ordered my little phaeton, +and, perplexed and silent, bent my way to call upon my fair friend, +Miss Mortimer. Arriving at Queen's-bridge Cottage, I was met in the +rose-covered porch by the fair Frances. "Come this way, if you please," +said she, advancing towards the dining-room; "we are late at luncheon +to-day. My friend, Mrs. Browne, and her father, Mr. Thompson, our old +neighbours when we lived in Welbeck Street, have been here for this week +past, and he is so fond of fishing that he will scarcely leave the river +even to take his meals, although for aught I can hear he never gets so +much as a bite." + +As she ceased to speak, we entered: and another Mr. Thompson--another, +yet the same, stood before me. It was not yet four o'clock in the +day, therefore of course the dress-coat and the brocade waistcoat were +wanting; but there was the man himself, Thompson the third, wigged, +whiskered, and eye-glassed, just as Thompson the first might have +tumbled into the water at General Dunbar's, or Thompson the second have +stood waiting for a nibble at Lady Margaret's. There he sat evidently +preparing to do the agreeable, to talk of music and of poetry, of Grisi +and Malibran, of "Ion" and "Paracelsus," to profess himself a liberal +Conservative, to give recipes for pates, and to fall asleep over +albums. It was quite clear that he was about to make this display of +his conversational abilities; but I could not stand it. Nervous and +mystified as the poor Frenchman in the memorable story of "Monsieur +Tonson," I instinctively followed his example, and fairly fled the +field. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The London Visitor, by Mary Russell Mitford + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23055.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23055.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..434525f89be15f361f91904e5bb192f94f695b2c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23055.txt @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE SLANDERER + +By Anton Chekhov + +Translated by Herman Bernstein. + +Copyright, 1901, by the Globe and Commercial Advertiser + + +Sergey Kapitonlch Akhineyev, the teacher of calligraphy, gave his +daughter Natalya in marriage to the teacher of history and geography, +Ivan Petrovich Loshadinikh. The wedding feast went on swimmingly. They +sang, played, and danced in the parlor. Waiters, hired for the occasion +from the club, bustled about hither and thither like madmen, in black +frock coats and soiled white neckties. A loud noise of voices smote the +air. From the outside people looked in at the windows;--their social +standing gave them no right to enter. + +Just at midnight the host, Akhineyev, made his way to the kitchen to see +whether everything was ready for the supper. The kitchen was filled with +smoke from the floor to the ceiling; the smoke reeked with the odors +of geese, ducks, and many other things. Victuals and beverages were +scattered about on two tables in artistic disorder. Marfa, the cook, a +stout, red-faced woman, was busying herself near the loaded tables. + +“Show me the sturgeon, dear,” said Akhineyev, rubbing his hands and +licking his lips. “What a fine odor! I could just devour the whole +kitchen! Well, let me see the sturgeon!” + +Marfa walked up to one of the benches and carefully lifted a greasy +newspaper. Beneath that paper, in a huge dish, lay a big fat sturgeon, +amid capers, olives, and carrots. Akhineyev glanced at the sturgeon and +heaved a sigh of relief. His face became radiant, his eyes rolled. He +bent down, and, smacking his lips, gave vent to a sound like a creaking +wheel. He stood a while, then snapped his fingers for pleasure, and +smacked his lips once more. + +“Bah! The sound of a hearty kiss. Whom have you been kissing there, +Marfusha?” some one’s voice was heard from the adjoining room, and soon +the closely cropped head of Vankin, the assistant school instructor, +appeared in the doorway. “Whom have you been kissing here? A-a-ah! Very +good! Sergey Kapitonich! A fine old man indeed! With the female sex +tête-à-tête!” + +“I wasn’t kissing at all,” said Akhineyev, confused; “who told you, +you fool? I only--smacked my lips on account of--in consideration of my +pleasure--at the sight of the fish.” + +“Tell that to some one else, not to me!” exclaimed Vankin, whose face +expanded into a broad smile as he disappeared behind the door. Akhineyev +blushed. + +“The devil knows what may be the outcome of this!” he thought. “He’ll go +about tale-bearing now, the rascal. He’ll disgrace me before the whole +town, the brute!” + +Akhineyev entered the parlor timidly and cast furtive glances to see +what Vankin was doing. Vankin stood near the piano and, deftly bending +down, whispered something to the inspector’s sister-in-law, who was +laughing. + +“That’s about me!” thought Akhineyev. “About me, the devil take him! +She believes him, she’s laughing. My God! No, that mustn’t be left like +that. No. I’ll have to fix it so that no one shall believe him. I’ll +speak to all of them, and he’ll remain a foolish gossip in the end.” + +Akhineyev scratched his head, and, still confused, walked up to Padekoi. + +“I was in the kitchen a little while ago, arranging things there for the +supper,” he said to the Frenchman. “You like fish, I know, and I have +a sturgeon just so big. About two yards. Ha, ha, ha! Yes, by the way, I +have almost forgotten. There was a real anecdote about that sturgeon +in the kitchen. I entered the kitchen a little while ago and wanted to +examine the food. I glanced at the sturgeon and for pleasure, I smacked +my lips--it was so piquant! And just at that moment the fool Vankin +entered and says--ha, ha, ha--and says: ‘A-a! A-a-ah! You have been +kissing here?’--with Marfa; just think of it--with the cook! What a +piece of invention, that blockhead. The woman is ugly, she looks like a +monkey, and he says we were kissing. What a queer fellow!” + +“Who’s a queer fellow?” asked Tarantulov, as he approached them. + +“I refer to Vankin. I went out into the kitchen--” + +The story of Marfa and the sturgeon was repeated. + +“That makes me laugh. What a queer fellow he is. In my opinion it is +more pleasant to kiss the dog than to kiss Marfa,” added Akhineyev, and, +turning around, he noticed Mzda. + +“We have been speaking about Vankin,” he said to him. “What a queer +fellow. He entered the kitchen and noticed me standing beside Marfa, and +immediately he began to invent different stories. ‘What?’ he says, +‘you have been kissing each other!’ He was drunk, so he must have been +dreaming. And I,’ I said, ‘I would rather kiss a duck than kiss Marfa. +And I have a wife,’ said I, ‘you fool.’ He made me appear ridiculous.” + +“Who made you appear ridiculous?” inquired the teacher of religion, +addressing Akhineyev. + +“Vankin. I was standing in the kitchen, you know, and looking at the +sturgeon--” And so forth. In about half an hour all the guests knew the +story about Vankin and the sturgeon. + +“Now let him tell,” thought Akhineyev, rubbing his hands. “Let him do +it. He’ll start to tell them, and they’ll cut him short: ‘Don’t talk +nonsense, you fool! We know all about it.’” + +And Akhineyev felt so much appeased that, for joy, he drank four glasses +of brandy over and above his fill. Having escorted his daughter to her +room, he went to his own and soon slept the sleep of an innocent child, +and on the following day he no longer remembered the story of the +sturgeon. But, alas! Man proposes and God disposes. The evil tongue does +its wicked work, and even Akhineyev’s cunning did not do him any good. +One week later, on a Wednesday, after the third lesson, when Akhineyev +stood in the teachers’ room and discussed the vicious inclinations of +the pupil Visyekin, the director approached him, and, beckoning to him, +called him aside. + +“See here, Sergey Kapitonich,” said the director. “Pardon me. It isn’t +my affair, yet I must make it clear to you, nevertheless. It is my +duty--You see, rumors are on foot that you are on intimate terms with +that woman--with your cook--It isn’t my affair, but--You may be on +intimate terms with her, you may kiss her--You may do whatever you like, +but, please, don’t do it so openly! I beg of you. Don’t forget that you +are a pedagogue.” + +Akhineyev stood as though frozen and petrified. Like one stung by a +swarm of bees and scalded with boiling water, he went home. On his +way it seemed to him as though the whole town stared at him as at one +besmeared with tar--At home new troubles awaited him. + +“Why don’t you eat anything?” asked his wife at their dinner. “What are +you thinking about? Are you thinking about Cupid, eh? You are longing +for Marfushka. I know everything already, you Mahomet. Kind people have +opened my eyes, you barbarian!” + +And she slapped him on the cheek. + +He rose from the table, and staggering, without cap or coat, directed +his footsteps toward Vankin. The latter was at home. + +“You rascal!” he said to Vankin. “Why have you covered me with mud +before the whole world? Why have you slandered me?” + +“How; what slander? What are you inventing?” + +“And who told everybody that I was kissing Marfa? Not you, perhaps? Not +you, you murderer?” + +Vankin began to blink his eyes, and all the fibres of his face began to +quiver. He lifted his eyes toward the image and ejaculated: + +“May God punish me, may I lose my eyesight and die, if I said even a +single word about you to any one! May I have neither house nor home!” + +Vankin’s sincerity admitted of no doubt. It was evident that it was not +he who had gossiped. + +“But who was it? Who?” Akhineyev asked himself, going over in his mind +all his acquaintances, and striking his chest. “Who was it?” + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23057.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23057.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b566271e95c0dba0a2dd0da466e5c7864313746d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23057.txt @@ -0,0 +1,223 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +HOW THE REDOUBT WAS TAKEN + +By Prosper Merimee + +Copyright, 1896, by The Current Literature Publishing Company + + +A friend of mine, a soldier, who died in Greece of fever some years +since, described to me one day his first engagement. His story so +impressed me that I wrote it down from memory. It was as follows: + +I joined my regiment on September 4th. It was evening. I found the +colonel in the camp. He received me rather bruskly, but having read the +general's introductory letter he changed his manner and addressed me +courteously. + +By him I was presented to my captain, who had just come in from +reconnoitring. This captain, whose acquaintance I had scarcely time to +make, was a tall, dark man, of harsh, repelling aspect. He had been a +private soldier, and had won his cross and epaulettes upon the field +of battle. His voice, which was hoarse and feeble, contrasted strangely +with his gigantic stature. This voice of his he owed, as I was told, to +a bullet which had passed completely through his body at the battle of +Jena. + +On learning that I had just come from college at Fontainebleau, he +remarked, with a wry face: "My lieutenant died last night." + +I understood what he implied, "It is for you to take his place, and you +are good for nothing." + +A sharp retort was on my tongue, but I restrained it. + +The moon was rising behind the redoubt of Cheverino, which stood two +cannon-shots from our encampment. The moon was large and red, as is +common at her rising; but that night she seemed to me of extraordinary +size. For an instant the redoubt stood out coal-black against the +glittering disk. It resembled the cone of a volcano at the moment of +eruption. + +An old soldier, at whose side I found myself, observed the color of the +moon. + +"She is very red," he said. "It is a sign that it will cost us dear to +win this wonderful redoubt." + +I was always superstitious, and this piece of augury, coming at that +moment, troubled me. I sought my couch, but could not sleep. I rose, and +walked about a while, watching the long line of fires upon the heights +beyond the village of Cheverino. + +When the sharp night air had thoroughly refreshed my blood I went back +to the fire. I rolled my mantle round me, and I shut my eyes, trusting +not to open them till daybreak. But sleep refused to visit me. +Insensibly my thoughts grew doleful. I told myself that I had not a +friend among the hundred thousand men who filled that plain. If I were +wounded, I should be placed in hospital, in the hands of ignorant and +careless surgeons. I called to mind what I had heard of operations. My +heart beat violently, and I mechanically arranged, as a kind of +rude cuirass, my handkerchief and pocketbook upon my breast. Then, +overpowered with weariness, my eyes closed drowsily, only to open the +next instant with a start at some new thought of horror. + +Fatigue, however, at last gained the day. When the drums beat at +daybreak I was fast asleep. We were drawn up in ranks. The roll was +called, then we stacked our arms, and everything announced that we +should pass another uneventful day. + +But about three o'clock an aide-de-camp arrived with orders. We were +commanded to take arms. + +Our sharpshooters marched into the plain, We followed slowly, and in +twenty minutes we saw the outposts of the Russians falling back and +entering the redoubt. We had a battery of artillery on our right, +another on our left, but both some distance in advance of us. They +opened a sharp fire upon the enemy, who returned it briskly, and the +redoubt of Cheverino was soon concealed by volumes of thick smoke. Our +regiment was almost covered from the Russians' fire by a piece of rising +ground. Their bullets (which besides were rarely aimed at us, for they +preferred to fire upon our cannoneers) whistled over us, or at worst +knocked up a shower of earth and stones. + +Just as the order to advance was given, the captain looked at me +intently. I stroked my sprouting mustache with an air of unconcern; in +truth, I was not frightened, and only dreaded lest I might be +thought so. These passing bullets aided my heroic coolness, while my +self-respect assured me that the danger was a real one, since I was +veritably under fire. I was delighted at my self-possession, and already +looked forward to the pleasure of describing in Parisian drawing-rooms +the capture of the redoubt of Cheverino. + +The colonel passed before our company. "Well," he said to me, "you are +going to see warm work in your first action." + +I gave a martial smile, and brushed my cuff, on which a bullet, which +had struck the earth at thirty paces distant, had cast a little dust. + +It appeared that the Russians had discovered that their bullets did no +harm, for they replaced them by a fire of shells, which began to reach +us in the hollows where we lay. One of these, in its explosion, knocked +off my shako and killed a man beside me. + +"I congratulate you," said the captain, as I picked up my shako. "You +are safe now for the day." + +I knew the military superstition which believes that the axiom "_non +bis in idem_" is as applicable to the battlefield as to the courts of +justice, I replaced my shako with a swagger. + +"That's a rude way to make one raise one's hat," I said, as lightly as +I could. And this wretched piece of wit was, in the circumstances, +received as excellent. + +"I compliment you," said the captain. "You will command a company +to-night; for I shall not survive the day. Every time I have been +wounded the officer below me has been touched by some spent ball; and," +he added, in a lower tone, "all the names began with P." + +I laughed skeptically; most people would have done the same; but most +would also have been struck, as I was, by these prophetic words. But, +conscript though I was, I felt that I could trust my thoughts to no one, +and that it was my duty to seem always calm and bold. + +At the end of half an hour the Russian fire had sensibly diminished. We +left our cover to advance on the redoubt. + +Our regiment was composed of three battalions. The second had to take +the enemy in flank; the two others formed a storming party. I was in the +third. + +On issuing from behind the cover, we were received by several volleys, +which did but little harm. + +The whistling of the balls amazed me. "But after all," I thought, "a +battle is less terrible than I expected." + +We advanced at a smart run, our musketeers in front. + +All at once the Russians uttered three hurrahs--three distinct +hurrahs--and then stood silent, without firing. + +"I don't like that silence," said the captain. "It bodes no good." + +I began to think our people were too eager. I could not help comparing, +mentally, their shouts and clamor with the striking silence of the +enemy. + +We quickly reached the foot of the redoubt. The palisades were broken +and the earthworks shattered by our balls. With a roar of "Vive +l'Empereur," our soldiers rushed across the ruins. + +I raised my eyes. Never shall I forget the sight which met my view. +The smoke had mostly lifted, and remained suspended, like a canopy, at +twenty feet above the redoubt. Through a bluish mist could be perceived, +behind the shattered parapet, the Russian Grenadiers, with rifles +lifted, as motionless as statues. I can see them still,--the left eye of +every soldier glaring at us, the right hidden by his lifted gun. In an +embrasure at a few feet distant, a man with a fuse stood by a cannon. + +I shuddered. I believed that my last hour had come. + +"Now for the dance to open," cried the captain. These were the last +words I heard him speak. + +There came from the redoubts a roll of drums. I saw the muzzles lowered. +I shut my eyes; I heard a most appalling crash of sound, to which +succeeded groans and cries. Then I looked up, amazed to find myself +still living. The redoubt was once more wrapped in smoke. I was +surrounded by the dead and wounded. The captain was extended at my feet; +a ball had carried off his head, and I was covered with his blood. Of +all the company, only six men, except myself, remained erect. + +This carnage was succeeded by a kind of stupor. The next instant the +colonel, with his hat on his sword's point, had scaled the parapet +with a cry of "Vive l'Empereur." The survivors followed him. All that +succeeded is to me a kind of dream. We rushed into the redoubt, I know +not how, we fought hand to hand in the midst of smoke so thick that no +man could perceive his enemy. I found my sabre dripping blood; I heard +a shout of "Victory"; and, in the clearing smoke, I saw the earthworks +piled with dead and dying. The cannons were covered with a heap of +corpses. About two hundred men in the French uniform were standing, +without order, loading their muskets or wiping their bayonets. Eleven +Russian prisoners were with them. The colonel was lying, bathed in +blood, upon a broken cannon. A group of soldiers crowded round him. I +approached them. + +"Who is the oldest captain?" he was asking of a sergeant. + +The sergeant shrugged his shoulders most expressively. + +"Who is the oldest lieutenant?" + +"This gentleman, who came last night," replied the sergeant calmly. + +The colonel smiled bitterly. + +"Come, sir," he said to me, "you are now in chief command. Fortify the +gorge of the redoubt at once with wagons, for the enemy is out in force. +But General C------ is coming to support you." + +"Colonel," I asked him, "are you badly wounded?" + +"Pish, my dear fellow. The redoubt is taken." + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's How The Redoubt Was Taken, by Prosper Merimee + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23167.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23167.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9fce742e906973821529ab1a18cf0aa128d58168 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23167.txt @@ -0,0 +1,299 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE MAN IN THE RESERVOIR + +By Charles Fenno Hoffman + + +You may see some of the best society in New York on the top of the +Distributing Reservoir, any of these fine October mornings. There were +two or three carriages in waiting, and half a dozen senatorial-looking +mothers with young children, pacing the parapet, as we basked there the +other day in the sunshine-now watching the pickerel that glide along the +lucid edges of the black pool within, and now looking off upon the scene +of rich and wondrous variety that spreads along the two rivers on either +side. + +"They may talk of Alpheus and Arethusa," murmured an idling sophomore, +who had found his way thither during recitation hours, "but the Croton +in passing over an arm of the sea at Spuyten Duyvil, and bursting to +sight again in this truncated pyramid, beats it all hollow. By George, +too, the bay yonder looks as blue as ever the AEgean Sea to Byron's eye, +gazing from the Acropolis! But the painted foliage on these crags!-the +Greeks must have dreamed of such a vegetable phenomenon in the midst of +their grayish olive groves, or they never would have supplied the want +of it in their landscape by embroidering their marble temples with gay +colors. Did you see that pike break, sir?" + +"I did not." + +"Zounds! his silver fin flashed upon the black Acheron, like a restless +soul that hoped yet to mount from the pool." + +"The place seems suggestive of fancies to you?" we observed in reply to +the rattlepate. + +"It is, indeed, for I have done up a good deal of anxious thinking +within a circle of a few yards where that fish broke just now." + +"A singular place for meditation-the middle of the Reservoir!" + +"You look incredulous, sir; but it's a fact. A fellow can never tell, +until he is tried, in what situation his most earnest meditations may be +concentrated. I am boring you, though?" + +"Not at all. But you seem so familiar with the spot, I wish you could +tell me why that ladder leading down to the water is lashed against the +stonework in yonder corner." + +"That ladder," said the young man, brightening at the question-"why, the +position, perhaps the very existence, of that ladder resulted from my +meditations in the Reservoir, at which you smiled just now. Shall I tell +you all about them?" + +"Pray do." + +"Well, you have seen the notice forbidding any one to fish in the +Reservoir. Now, when I read that warning, the spirit of the thing struck +me at once as inferring nothing more than that one should not sully +the temperance potations of our citizens by steeping bait in it, of any +kind; but you probably know the common way of taking pike with a slip +noose of delicate wire. I was determined to have a touch at the fellows +with this kind of tackle. + +"I chose a moonlight night; and an hour before the edifice was closed +to visitors, I secreted myself within the walls, determined to pass the +night on the top. All went as I could wish it. The night proved cloudy, +but it was only a variable drift of broken clouds which obscured the +moon. I had a walking cane-rod with me which would reach to the margin +of the water, and several feet beyond if necessary. To this was attached +the wire, about fifteen inches in length. + +"I prowled along the parapet for a considerable time, but not a single +fish could I see. The clouds made a flickering light and shade, that +wholly foiled my steadfast gaze. I was convinced that should they come +up thicker, my whole night's venture would be thrown away. 'Why should +I not descend the sloping wall and get nearer on a level with the fish, +for thus alone can I hope to see one?' The question had hardly shaped +itself in my mind before I had one leg over the iron railing. + +"If you look around you will see now that there are some half-dozen +weeds growing here and there, amid the fissures of the solid masonry. In +one of the fissures from whence these spring, I planted a foot and began +my descent. The Reservoir was fuller than it is now, and a few strides +would have carried me to the margin of the water. Holding on to the +cleft above, I felt round with one foot for a place to plant it below +me. + +"In that moment the flap of a pound pike made me look round, and the +roots of the weed upon which I partially depended gave way as I was in +the act of turning. Sir, one's senses are sharpened in deadly peril; as +I live now, I distinctly heard the bells of Trinity chiming midnight, as +I rose to the surface the next instant, immersed in the stone caldron, +where I must swim for my life Heaven only could tell how long! + +"I am a capital swimmer; and this naturally gave me a degree of +self-possession. Falling as I had, I of course had pitched out some +distance from the sloping parapet. A few strokes brought me to the edge. +I really was not yet certain but that I could clamber up the face of the +wall anywhere. I hoped that I could. I felt certain at least there +was some spot where I might get hold with my hands, even if I did not +ultimately ascend it. + +"I tried the nearest spot. The inclination of the wall was so vertical +that it did not even rest me to lean against it. I felt with my hands +and with my feet. Surely, I thought, there must be some fissure like +those in which that ill-omened weed had found a place for its root! + +"There was none. My fingers became sore in busying themselves with the +harsh and inhospitable stones. My feet slipped from the smooth and +slimy masonry beneath the water; and several times my face came in rude +contact with the wall, when my foothold gave way on the instant that I +seemed to have found some diminutive rocky cleat upon which I could stay +myself. + +"Sir, did you ever see a rat drowned in a half-filled hogshead-how he +swims round, and round, and round; and after vainly trying the sides +again and again with his paws, fixes his eyes upon the upper rim as if +he would _look himself_ out of his watery prison? + +"I thought of the miserable vermin, thought of him as I had often +watched thus his dying agonies, when a cruel urchin of eight or ten. +Boys are horribly cruel, sir; boys, women, and savages. All childlike +things are cruel; cruel from a want of thought and from perverse +ingenuity, although by instinct each of these is so tender. You may not +have observed it, but a savage is as tender to his own young as a boy +is to a favorite puppy-the same boy that will torture a kitten out of +existence. I thought then, I say, of the rat drowning in a half-filled +cask of water, and lifting his gaze out of the vessel as he grew more +and more desperate, and I flung myself on my back, and, floating thus, +fixed my eyes upon the face of the moon. + +"The moon is well enough in her way, however you may look at her; but +her appearance is, to say the least of it, peculiar to a man floating on +his back in the centre of a stone tank, with a dead wall of some fifteen +or twenty feet rising squarely on every side of him!" (The young man +smiled bitterly as he said this, and shuddered once or twice before +he went on musingly.) "The last time I had noted the planet with any +emotion she was on the wane. Mary was with me; I had brought her out +here one morning to look at the view from the top of the Reservoir. She +said little of the scene, but as we talked of our old childish loves, +I saw that its fresh features were incorporating themselves with tender +memories of the past, and I was content. + +"There was a rich golden haze upon the landscape, and as my own spirits +rose amid the voluptuous atmosphere, she pointed to the waning planet, +discernible like a faint gash in the welkin, and wondered how long it +would be before the leaves would fall. Strange girl! did she mean to +rebuke my joyous mood, as if we had no right to be happy while Nature, +withering in her pomp, and the sickly moon, wasting in the blaze of +noontide, were there to remind us of 'the-gone-forever'? 'They will all +renew themselves, dear Mary,' said I, encouragingly, 'and there is +one that will ever keep tryst alike with thee and nature through all +seasons, if thou wilt but be true to one of us, and remain as now a +child of nature.' + +"A tear sprang to her eye, and then searching her pocket for her +card-case, she remembered an engagement to be present at Miss Lawson's +opening of fall bonnets at two o'clock! + +"And yet, dear, wild, wayward Mary, I thought of her now. You have +probably outlived this sort of thing, sir; but I, looking at the moon, +as I floated there upturned to her yellow light, thought of the loved +being whose tears I knew would flow when she heard of my singular fate, +at once so grotesque, yet melancholy to awfulness. + +"And how often we have talked, too, of that Carian shepherd who spent +his damp nights upon the hills, gazing as I do on the lustrous planet! +Who will revel with her amid those old superstitions? Who, from our own +unlegended woods, will evoke their yet undetected, haunting spirits? Who +peer with her in prying scrutiny into nature's laws, and challenge +the whispers of poetry from the voiceless throat of matter? Who laugh +merrily over the stupid guesswork of pedants, that never mingled with +the infinitude of nature, through love exhaustless and all-embracing, as +we have? Poor girl! she will be companionless. + +"Alas! companionless forever-save in the exciting stages of some brisk +flirtation. She will live hereafter by feeding other hearts with love's +lore she has learned from me, and then, Pygmalion-like, grow fond of the +images she has herself endowed with semblance of divinity, until they +seem to breathe back the mystery the soul can truly catch from only one. + +"How anxious she will be lest the coroner shall have discovered any of +her notes in my pocket! + +"I felt chilly as this last reflection crossed my mind, partly at +thought of the coroner, partly at the idea of Mary being unwillingly +compelled to wear mourning for me, in case of such a disclosure of our +engagement. It is a provoking thing for a girl of nineteen to have to go +into mourning for a deceased lover at the beginning of her second winter +in the metropolis. + +"The water, though, with my motionless position, must have had something +to do with my chilliness. I see, sir, you think that I tell my story +with great levity; but indeed, indeed I should grow delirious did I +venture to hold steadily to the awfulness of my feelings the greater +part of that night. I think, indeed, I must have been most of the time +hysterical with horror, for the vibrating emotions I have recapitulated +did pass through my brain even as I have detailed them. + +"But as I now became calm in thought, I summoned up again some +resolution of action. + +"I will begin at that corner (said I), and swim around the whole +inclosure. I will swim slowly and again feel the sides of the tank with +my feet. If die I must, let me perish at least from well-directed though +exhausting effort, not sink from mere bootless weariness in sustaining +myself till the morning shall bring relief. + +"The sides of the place seemed to grow higher as I now kept my watery +course beneath them. It was not altogether a dead pull. I had some +variety of emotion in making my circuit. When I swam in the shadow, it +looked to me more cheerful beyond in the moonlight. When I swam in the +moonlight, I had the hope of making some discovery when I should again +reach the shadow. I turned several times on my back to rest just where +those wavy lines would meet. The stars looked viciously bright to me +from the bottom of that well; there was such a company of them; they +were so glad in their lustrous revelry; and they had such space to move +in! I was alone, sad to despair, in a strange element, prisoned, and a +solitary gazer upon their mocking chorus. And yet there was nothing else +with which I could hold communion! + +"I turned upon my breast and struck out almost frantically once more. +The stars were forgotten; the moon, the very world of which I as yet +formed a part, my poor Mary herself, were forgotten. I thought only of +the strong man there perishing; of me in my lusty manhood, in the sharp +vigor of my dawning prime, with faculties illimitable, with senses all +alert, battling there with physical obstacles which men like myself had +brought together for my undoing. The Eternal could never have willed +this thing! I could not and I would not perish thus. And I grew strong +in insolence of self-trust; and I laughed aloud as I dashed the sluggish +water from side to side. + +"Then came an emotion of pity for myself of wild regret; of sorrow, Oh, +infinite for a fate so desolate, a doom so dreary, so heart-sickening! +You may laugh at the contradiction if you will, sir, but I felt that +I could sacrifice my own life on the instant, to redeem another +fellow-creature from such a place of horror, from an end so piteous. +My soul and my vital spirit seemed in that desperate moment to be +separating; while one in parting grieved over the deplorable fate of the +other. + +"And then I prayed! I prayed, why or wherefore I know not. It was not +from fear. It could not have been in hope. The days of miracles are +past, and there was no natural law by whose providential interposition I +could be saved. I did not pray; it prayed of itself, my soul within me. + +"Was the calmness that I now felt torpidity--the torpidity that precedes +dissolution to the strong swimmer who, sinking from exhaustion, must at +last add a bubble to the wave as he suffocates beneath the element which +now denied his mastery? If it were so, how fortunate was it that my +floating rod at that moment attracted my attention as it dashed through +the water by me. I saw on the instant that a fish had entangled itself +in the wire noose. The rod quivered, plunged, came again to the surface, +and rippled the water as it shot in arrowy flight from side to side of +the tank. At last, driven toward the southeast corner of the Reservoir, +the small end seemed to have got foul somewhere. The brazen butt, which, +every time the fish sounded, was thrown up to the moon, now sank by its +own weight, showing that the other end must be fast. But the cornered +fish, evidently anchored somewhere by that short wire, floundered +several times to the surface before I thought of striking out to the +spot. + +"The water is low now, and tolerably clear. You may see the very ledge +there, sir, in yonder corner, on which the small end of my rod rested +when I secured that pike with my hands. I did not take him from the +slip-noose, however; but, standing upon the ledge, handled the rod in a +workmanlike manner, as I flung that pound pickerel over the iron railing +upon the top' of the parapet. The rod, as I have told you, barely +reached from the railing to the water. It was a heavy, strong bass rod +which I had borrowed in the 'Spirit of the Times' office; and when I +discovered that the fish at the end of the wire made a strong enough +knot to prevent me from drawing my tackle away from the railing around +which it twined itself as I threw, why, as you can at once see, I had +but little difficulty in making my way up the face of the wall with +such assistance. The ladder which attracted your notice is, as you see, +lashed to the iron railing in the identical spot where I thus made my +escape; and, for fear of similar accidents, they have placed another +one in the corresponding corner of the other compartment of the tank +ever since my remarkable night's adventure in the Reservoir." + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Man In The Reservoir, by Charles Fenno Hoffman + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23176.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23176.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b395231912dad6240830eb247c8ac39492e8acfa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23176.txt @@ -0,0 +1,288 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +A MICHIGAN MAN + +By Elia W. Peattie + +Copyright, 1891, by J. B. Lippincott & Co + + +A pine forest is nature's expression of solemnity and solitude. +Sunlight, rivers, cascades, people, music, laughter, or dancing could +not make it gay. With its unceasing reverberations and its eternal +shadows, it is as awful and as holy as a cathedral. + +Thirty good fellows working together by day and drinking together by +night can keep up but a moody imitation of jollity. Spend twenty-five +of your forty years, as Luther Dallas did, in this perennial gloom, and +your soul--that which enjoys, aspires, competes--will be drugged as deep +as if you had quaffed the cup of oblivion. Luther Dallas was counted one +of the most experienced axe-men in the northern camps. He could fell +a tree with the swift surety of an executioner, and in revenge for his +many arborai murders the woodland had taken captive his mind, captured +and chained it as Prospero did Ariel. The resounding footsteps of +Progress driven on so mercilessly in this mad age could not reach his +fastness. It did not concern him that men were thinking, investigating, +inventing. His senses responded only to the sonorous music of the woods; +a steadfast wind ringing metallic melody from the pine-tops contented +him as the sound of the sea does the sailor; and dear as the odors of +the ocean to the mariner were the resinous scents of the forest to him. +Like a sailor, too, he had his superstitions. He had a presentiment that +he was to die by one of these trees--that some day, in chopping, the +tree would fall upon and crush him as it did his father the day they +brought him back to the camp on a litter of pine boughs. + +One day the gang boss noticed a tree that Dallas had left standing in a +most unwoodman-like manner in the section which was alloted to him. + +"What in thunder is that standing there for?" he asked. + +Dallas raised his eyes to the pine, towering in stern dignity a hundred +feet above them. + +"Well," he said, feebly, "I noticed it, but kind-a left it t' the last." + +"Cut it down to-morrow," was the response. + +The wind was rising, and the tree muttered savagely. Luther thought it +sounded like a menace, and turned pale. No trouble has yet been found +that will keep a man awake in the keen air of the pineries after he +has been swinging his axe all day, but the sleep of the chopper was so +broken with disturbing dreams that night that the beads gathered on +his brow, and twice he cried aloud. He ate his coarse flap-jacks in the +morning and escaped from the smoky shanty as soon as he could. + +"It'll bring bad luck, I'm afraid," he muttered as he went to get his +axe from the rack. He was as fond of his axe as a soldier of his musket, +but to-day he shouldered it with reluctance. He felt like a man with his +destiny before him. The tree stood like a sentinel. He raised his axe, +once, twice, a dozen times, but could not bring himself to make a cut +in the bark. He walked backward a few steps and looked up. The funereal +green seemed to grow darker and darker till it became black. It was the +embodiment of sorrow. Was it not shaking giant arms at him? Did it not +cry out in angry challenge? Luther did not try to laugh at his fears; +he had never seen any humor in life. A gust of wind had someway crept +through the dense barricade of foliage that flanked the clearing, +and struck him with an icy chill. He looked at the sky: the day was +advancing rapidly. He went at his work with an energy as determined as +despair. The axe in his practiced hand made clean straight cuts in the +trunk, now on this side, now on that. His task was not an easy one, +but he finished it with wonderful expedition. After the chopping was +finished, the tree stood firm a moment; then, as the tensely strained +fibres began a weird moaning, he sprang aside, and stood waiting. In the +distance he saw two men hewing a log. The axe-man sent them a shout and +threw up his arms for them to look. + +The tree stood out clear and beautiful against the gray sky; the men +ceased their work and watched it. The vibrations became more violent, +and the sounds they produced grew louder and louder till they reached a +shrill wild cry. There came a pause; then a deep shuddering groan. The +topmost branches began to move slowly, the whole stately bulk swayed, +and then shot toward the ground. The gigantic trunk bounded from the +stump, recoiled like a cannon, crashed down, and lay conquered, with a +roar as of an earthquake, in a cloud of flying twigs and chips. + +When the dust had cleared away, the men at the log on the outside of the +clearing could not see Luther. They ran to the spot, and found him +lying on the ground with his chest crushed in. His fearful eyes had not +rightly calculated the distance from the stump to the top of the pine, +nor rightly weighed the power of the massed branches, and so, standing +spell-bound, watching the descending trunk as one might watch his +Nemesis, the rebound came and left him lying worse than dead. + +Three months later, when the logs, lopped of their branches, drifted +down the streams, the woodman, a human log lopped of his strength, +drifted to a great city. A change, the doctor said, might prolong +his life. The lumbermen made up a purse, and he started out, not very +definitely knowing his destination. He had a sister, much younger than +himself, who at the age of sixteen had married and gone, he believed, to +Chicago. That was years ago, but he had an idea that he might find her. +He was not troubled by his lack of resources: he did not believe that +any man would want for a meal unless he were "shiftless." He had always +been able to turn his hand to something. + +He felt too ill from the jostling of the cars to notice much of anything +on the journey. The dizzy scenes whirling past made him faint, and he +was glad to lie with closed eyes. He imagined that his little sister in +her pink calico frock and bare feet (as he remembered her) would be +at the station to meet him. "Oh, Lu!" she would call from some +hiding-place, and he would go and find her. + +The conductor stopped by Luther's seat and said that they were in the +city at last; but it seemed to the sick man as if they went miles after +that, with a multitude of twinkling lights on one side and a blank +darkness that they told him was the lake on the other. The conductor +again stopped by his seat. + +"Well, my man," said he, "how are you feel-ing?" + +Luther, the possessor of the toughest muscles in the gang, felt a sick +man's irritation at the tone of pity. + +"Oh, I'm all right!" he said, gruffly, and shook off the assistance the +conductor tried to offer with his overcoat. "I'm going to my sister's," +he explained, in answer to the inquiry as to where he was going. The +man, somewhat piqued at the spirit in which his overtures were met, left +him, and Luther stepped on to the platform. There was a long vista of +semi-light, down which crowds of people walked and baggagemen rushed. +The building, if it deserved the name, seemed a ruin, and through the +arched doors Luther could see men--hackmen--dancing and howling like +dervishes. Trains were coming and going, and the whistles and bells +kept up a ceaseless clangor. Luther, with his small satchel and uncouth +dress, slouched by the crowd unnoticed, and reached the street. He +walked amid such an illumination as he had never dreamed of, and paused +half blinded in the glare of a broad sheet of electric light that filled +a pillared entrance into which many people passed. He looked about him. +Above on every side rose great, many-windowed buildings; on the street +the cars and carriages thronged, and jostling crowds dashed headlong +among the vehicles. After a time he turned down a street that seemed to +him a pandemonium filled with madmen. It went to his head like wine, and +hardly left him the presence of mind to sustain a quiet exterior. The +wind was laden with a penetrating moisture that chilled him as the dry +icy breezes from Huron never had done, and the pain in his lungs made +him faint and dizzy. He wondered if his red-cheeked little sister could +live in one of those vast, impregnable buildings. He thought of stopping +some of those serious-looking men and asking them if they knew her, +but he could not muster up the courage. The distressing experience that +comes to almost every one some time in life, of losing all identity in +the universal humanity, was becoming his. The tears began to roll down +his wasted face from loneliness and exhaustion. He grew hungry with +longing for the dirty but familiar cabins of the camp, and staggered +along with eyes half closed, conjuring visions of the warm interiors, +the leaping fires, the groups of laughing men seen dimly through clouds +of tobacco smoke. + +A delicious scent of coffee met his hungry sense and made him really +think he was taking the savory black draught from his familiar tin cup; +but the muddy streets, the blinding lights, the cruel, rushing people, +were still there. The buildings, however, now became different. They +were lower and meaner, with dirty windows. Women laughing loudly crowded +about the doors, and the establishments seemed to be equally divided +between saloon-keepers, pawnbrokers, and dealers in second-hand clothes. +Luther wondered where they all drew their support from. Upon one +signboard he read, "Lodgings 10 cents to 50 cents. A Square Meal for 15 +cents," and, thankful for some haven, entered. Here he spent his first +night and other nights, while his purse dwindled and his strength waned. +At last he got a man in a drug store to search the directory for +his sister's residence. They found a name he took to be his +brother-in-law's. It was two days later when he found the address--a +great many-storied mansion on one of the southern boulevards--and found +also that his search had been in vain. Sore and faint, he staggered back +to his miserable shelter, only to arise feverish and ill in the morning. +He frequented the great shop doors, thronged with brilliantly dressed +ladies, and watched to see if his little sister might not dash up in +one of those satin-lined coaches and take him where he would be warm and +safe and would sleep undisturbed by drunken, ribald songs and loathsome +surroundings. There were days when he almost forgot his name, and, +striving to remember, would lose his senses for a moment and drift back +to the harmonious solitudes of the North and breathe the resin-scented +frosty atmosphere. He grew terrified at the blood he coughed from his +lacerated lungs, and wondered bitterly why the boys did not come to take +him home. + +One day, as he painfully dragged himself down a residence street, he +tried to collect his thoughts and form some plan for the future. He had +no trade, understood no handiwork: he could fell trees! He looked at +the gaunt, scrawny, transplanted specimens that met his eye, and gave +himself up to the homesickness that filled his soul. He slept that night +in the shelter of a stable, and spent his last money in the morning for +a biscuit. + +He traveled many miles that afternoon looking for something to which he +might turn his hand. Once he got permission to carry a hod for half an +hour. At the end of that time he fainted. When he recovered, the foreman +paid him twenty-five cents. "For God's sake, man, go home," he said. +Luther stared at him with a white face and went on. + +There came days when he so forgot his native dignity as to beg. +He seldom received anything; he was referred to various charitable +institutions whose existence he had never heard of. + +One morning, when a pall of smoke enveloped the city and the odors of +coal-gas refused to lift their nauseating poison through the heavy air, +Luther, chilled with dew and famished, awoke to a happier life. The +loneliness at his heart was gone. The feeling of hopeless imprisonment +that the miles and miles of streets had terrified him with gave place +to one of freedom and exaltation. Above him he heard the rasping of +pine boughs; his feet trod on a rebounding mat of decay; the sky was as +coldly blue as the bosom of Huron. He walked as if on ether, singing a +senseless jargon the woodmen had aroused the echoes with: + + "Hi yi halloo! + The owl sees you! + Look what you do! + Hi yi halloo!" + +Swung over his shoulder was a stick he had used to assist his limping +gait, but now transformed into the beloved axe. He would reach the +clearing soon, he thought, and strode on like a giant, while people +hurried from his path. Suddenly a smooth trunk, stripped of its bark and +bleached by weather, arose before him. + +"Hi yi halloo!" High went the wasted arm--crash!--a broken staff, a +jingle of wires, a maddened, shouting man the centre of a group of +amused spectators! 'A few moments later, four broad-shouldered men in +blue had him in their grasp, pinioned and guarded, clattering over the +noisy streets behind two spirited horses. They drew after them a troop +of noisy, jeering boys, who danced about the wagon like a swirl of +autumn leaves. Then came a halt, and Luther was dragged up the steps of +a square brick building with a belfry on the top. They entered a large +bare room with benches ranged about the walls, and brought him before a +man at a desk. + +"What is your name?" asked the man at the desk. + +"Hi yi halloo!" said Luther. + +"He's drunk, sergeant," said one of the men in blue, and the axe-man was +led into the basement. He was conscious of an involuntary resistance, a +short struggle, and a final shock of pain--then oblivion. + +The chopper awoke to the realization of three stone walls and an iron +grating in front. Through this he looked out upon a stone flooring +across which was a row of similar apartments. He neither knew nor cared +where he was. The feeling of imprisonment was no greater than he had +felt on the endless, cheerless streets. He laid himself on the bench +that ran along a side wall, and, closing his eyes, listened to the +babble of the clear stream and the thunder of the "drive" on its +journey. How the logs hurried and jostled! crushing, whirling, ducking, +with the merry lads leaping about them with shouts and laughter. +Suddenly he was recalled by a voice. Some one handed a narrow tin cup +full of coffee and a thick slice of bread through the grating. Across +the way he dimly saw a man eating a similar slice of bread. Men in other +compartments were swearing and singing, He knew these now for the voices +he had heard in his dreams. He tried to force some of the bread down his +parched and swollen throat, but failed; the coffee strangled him, and he +threw himself upon the bench. + +The forest again, the night-wind, the whistle of the axe through the +air! Once when he opened his eyes he found it dark! It would soon be +time to go to work. He fancied there would be hoarfrost on the trees +in the morning. How close the cabin seemed! Ha!--here came his little +sister. Her voice sounded like the wind on a spring morning. How loud it +swelled now! "Lu! Lu!" she cried. + +The next morning the lock-up keeper opened the cell door. Luther lay +with his head in a pool of blood. His soul had escaped from the thrall +of the forest. + +"Well, well!" said the little fat police justice, when he was told of +it. "We ought to have a doctor around to look after such cases." + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23281.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23281.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d9e10096c769c7201d27c2592d461231be943264 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23281.txt @@ -0,0 +1,370 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Wilson and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + THE + PEACOCK "_AT HOME_:" + + A SEQUEL + TO THE + BUTTERFLY'S BALL. + + + WRITTEN + BY A LADY. + + + _THE TWENTY-SEVENTH EDITION, WITH NOTES._ + + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, + CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD. + 1815. + + _J. Swan, Printer, 76, Fleet Street, London._ + + + + [p 3] + THE + PEACOCK "_AT HOME_." + + + The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts + Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: + For their mirth and good cheer--of the Bee was the theme, + And the Gnat blew his horn, as he danc'd in the beam. + 'Twas humm'd by the Beetle, 'twas buzz'd by the Fly, + And sung by the myriads that sport through the sky. + The Quadrupeds listen'd with sullen displeasure, + But the tenants of air were enraged beyond measure. + The PEACOCK display'd his bright plumes to the Sun, + And, addressing his Mates, thus indignant begun: + "Shall we, like domestic, inelegant Fowls, [p 4] + As unpolished as Geese, and as stupid as Owls, + Sit tamely at home, hum drum with our Spouses, + While Crickets and Butterflies open their houses? + Shall such mean little insects pretend to the fashion? + Cousin Turkey-cock, well may you be in a passion! + If I suffer such insolent airs to prevail, + May Juno pluck out all the eyes in my tail? + So a Fete I will give, and my taste I'll display, + And send out my cards for St. Valentine's Day." + --This determin'd, six fleet Carrier-pigeons went out, + To invite all the birds to Sir Argus's Rout. + The nest-loving TURTLE-DOVE sent an excuse; + DAME PARTLET lay in, as did good Mrs. GOOSE. + The TURKEY, poor soul! was confined to the rip: + For all her young brood had just fail'd with the pip. + The PARTRIDGE was ask'd; but a Neighbour hard by + Had engag'd a snug party to meet in a Pye; + And the WHEAT-EAR declin'd recollecting her Cousins, + Last year, to a feast were invited by dozens, + But, alas! they return'd not; and she had no taste [p 5] + To appear in a costume of vine-leaves or paste. + The WOODCOCK preferr'd his lone haunt on the moor; + And the Traveller, SWALLOW, was still on his tour. + While the CUCKOO, who should have been one of the guests + Was rambling on visits to other Birds' Nests. + +[Illustration: "Such ruffling of feathers, such pruning of coats, &c." +_Page 5._] + + But the rest all accepted the kind invitation, + And much bustle it caused in the plumed creation: + Such ruffling of feathers, such pruning of coats; + Such chirping, such whistling, such clearing of throats; + Such polishing bills and such oiling of pinions + Had never been known in the biped dominions. + The TAYLOR BIRD offer'd to make up new clothes + For all the young Birdlings, who wish'd to be Beaux: + He made for the ROBIN a doublet of red, + And a new velvet cap for the GOLDFINCH'S head; + He added a plume to the WREN'S golden crest, + And spangled with silver the GUINEA-FOWL'S breast; + While the HALCYON bent over the streamlet to view, + How pretty she look'd in her boddice of blue! + Thus adorn'd, they set off for the Peacock's abode, [p 6] + With the Guide INDICATOR, who show'd them the road: + From all points of the compass, flock'd Birds of all feather; + And the PARROT can tell who and who were together. + There was Lord CASSOWARY and General FLAMINGO, + And Don PEROQUETO, escap'd from Domingo; + From his high rock built eyrie the EAGLE came forth, + And the Duchess of PTARMIGAN flew from the North. + The GREBE and the EIDER DUCK came up by water, + With the SWAN, who brought out the young CYGNET, her daughter. + From his woodland abode came the PHEASANT to meet + Two kindred, arrived by the last India fleet; + The one, like a Nabob, in habit most splendid, + Where gold with each hue of the Rainbow was blended: + In silver and black, like a fair pensive Maid, + Who mourns for her love, was the other array'd. + The CHOUGH came from Cornwall, and brought up his Wife; + The GROUSE travell'd south, from his Lairdship in Fife; + The BUNTING forsook her soft nest in the reeds, [p 7] + And the WIDOW-BIRD came, though she still wore her weeds. + Sir John HERON, of the Lakes, strutted in a _grand pas_, + But no card had been sent to the pilfering DAW, + As the Peacock kept up his progenitor's quarrel, + Which AEsop relates, about cast-off apparel; + For Birds are like Men in their contests together, + And, in questions of right, can dispute for a feather. + +[Illustration: "From his high rock-built eyrie the Eagle came forth, &c." +_Page 6._] + +[Illustration: "A holly-bush form'd the orchestra, &c."--_Page 7._] + + The PEACOCK, Imperial, the pride of his race, + Receiv'd all his guests with an infinite grace, + Wav'd high his blue neck, and his train he display'd, + Embroider'd with gold, and with em'ralds inlaid. + Then with all the gay troop to the shrubb'ry repair'd, + Where the musical Birds had a concert prepar'd; + A holly bush form'd the Orchestra, and in it + Sat the Black-bird, the Thrush, the Lark, and the Linnet; + A BULL-FINCH, a captive! almost from the nest, + Now escap'd from his cage, and, with liberty blest, + In a sweet mellow tone, join'd the lessons of art + With the accents of nature, which flow'd from his heart. + The CANARY, a much admir'd foreign musician, [p 8] + Condescended to sing to the Fowls of condition. + While the NIGHTINGALE warbled and quaver'd so fine, + That they all clapp'd their wings, and pronounc'd it divine! + The SKY LARK, in extacy, sang from a cloud, + And CHANTICLEER crow'd, and the YAFFIL laugh'd loud. + The dancing began, when the singing was over; + A DOTTERELL first opened the ball with the PLOVER; + Baron STORK, in a waltz, was allowed to excel, + With his beautiful partner, the fair DEMOISELLE; + And a newly-fledg'd GOSLING, so fair and genteel, + A minuet swam with the spruce Mr. TEAL. + A London-bred SPARROW--a pert forward Cit! + Danc'd a reel with Miss WAGTAIL, and little TOM TIT. + And the Sieur GUILLEMOT next performed a _pas seul_, + While the elderly bipeds were playing a Pool. + The Dowager Lady TOUCAN first cut in, + With old Doctor BUZZARD and Adm'ral PENGUIN, + From Ivy bush tow'r came Dame OWLET the Wise, + And Counsellor CROSSBILL sat by to advise. + +[Illustration: "Baron Stork, in a waltz, was allowed to excel, &c." +_Page 8._] + +[Illustration: "The Dowager Lady Toucan first cut in, &c."--_Page 8._] + +[Illustration: "Till a Magpie, at length, the banquet announcing, &c." +_Page 9._] + + Some birds past their prime, o'er whose heads it was fated, [p 9] + Should pass many St. Valentines--yet be unmated, + Sat by, and remark'd that the prudent and sage + Were quite overlook'd in this frivolous age, + When Birds, scarce pen-feathered, were brought to a rout, + Forward Chits! from the egg-shell but newly come out: + In their youthful days, they ne'er witness'd such frisking, + And how wrong! in the GREENFINCH to flirt with the SISKIN. + So thought Lady MACKAW, and her Friend COCKATOO, + And the RAVEN foretold that no good could ensue! + They censur'd the BANTAM for strutting and crowing + In those vile pantaloons, which he fancied look'd knowing: + And a want of decorum caus'd many demurs + Against the GAME CHICKEN, for coming in spurs. + + Old Alderman CORMRANT, for supper impatient, + At the Eating-room door, for an hour had been station'd, + Till a MAGPYE, at length, the banquet announcing, + Gave the signal, long wish'd for, of clamouring and pouncing; + At the well-furnish'd board all were eager to perch, + But the little Miss CREEPERS were left in the lurch. + + Description must fail; and the pen is unable [p 10] + To recount all the lux'ries that cover'd the table. + Each delicate viand that taste could denote, + Wasps _a la sauce piquante_, and Flies _en compote_; + Worms and Frogs _en friture_, for the web-footed Fowl; + And a barbecu'd Mouse was prepar'd for the Owl; + Nuts, grains, fruit, and fish, to regale ev'ry palate, + And groundsel and chickweed serv'd up in a sallad, + The RAZOR-BILL carv'd for the famishing group, + And the SPOON-BILL obligingly ladled the soup; + So they fill'd all their crops with the dainties before 'em, + And the tables were clear'd with the utmost decorum. + When they gaily had caroll'd till peep of the dawn, + The Lark gently hinted, 'twas time to be gone; + And his clarion, so shrill, gave the company warning, + That Chanticleer scented the gales of the morning. + So they chirp'd, in full chorus, a friendly adieu; + And, with hearts beating light as the plumage that grew + On their merry-thought bosoms, away they all flew. + +[Illustration: "So they fill'd all their crops, &c."--_Page 10._] + + Then long live the PEACOCK, in splendour unmatch'd, [p 11] + Whose Ball shall be talk'd of, by Birds yet unhatch'd, + His praise let the TRUMPETER loudly proclaim, + And the GOOSE lend her quill to transmit it to Fame. + + + + +NOTES. + + +Page 4. l. 15. _The Rip._] A machine used in poultry-yards, under which +it is usual to confine the mother bird with the young brood, till it has +acquired strength to follow her. The word is derived from the Saxon, +_Hrip_, meaning a covering, or protection, for the young. + +P. 5. l. 13. _The Taylor Bird (Motacilla Sutoria)._] So called from the +singular manner in which it constructs its nest, which is composed of +two leaves, sewed together with wonderful skill, by the little taylor, +whose bill serves him for a needle, and the fine fibres of leaves +furnishes him with a substitute for thread, and by which means he +attaches a dead leaf to a living one, growing at the end of a branch. +The Taylor Bird is an inhabitant of India. + +P. 5. l. 17. _The Golden-crested Wren (Motacilla Regulus)._] Is the +smallest of the British birds; it takes its name from a circle of +gold-coloured feathers, bordered with black, forming an arch above its +eyes, which it has the power of raising or depressing: it is a native of +every part of Europe, and is also to be found in Asia and America. + +P. 5. l. 19. _Halcyon, or Kingfisher, (Alcedo-irpedo)._] Esteemed the +most beautiful of our native birds; but its form is clumsy, and its +bill very disproportionate to its size. It inhabits the banks of rivers +and streams, where it will sit for hours, on a projecting branch, +watching for its prey. The ancients relate many fabulous stories of this +bird, as that of its laying its eggs in the depth of winter, and that +during the time of its incubation the weather remains perfectly calm, +whence the expression _Halcyon Days_. + +P. 6. l. 2. _Cuculus Indicator._] A Bird of the Cuckoo kind, found in +the interior parts of Africa; it has a shrill note, which the Natives +answer by a soft whistle; and the Birds repeating the note, the Natives +are thereby conducted to the wild Bee-hives, which this Bird frequents. + +P. 6. l. 5. _Cassowary._] A large singular bird, found in the Island of +Java, in Africa, and the southern parts of India. The head of this bird +is armed with a kind of natural helmet, extending from the base of the +bill to near half way over the head. + +P. 6. l. 5. _Flamingo Phoenicopterus._] A bird of the Crane kind, but +web-footed, whose plumage is of a bright scarlet; when standing erect, +it measures above six feet, though its body is not larger than that of a +goose, and is a native of Africa, Persia, and South America. + +P. 6. l. 8. _Ptarmigan (Tetrao)._] The white grons, or white game, +inhabits the Highlands of Scotland and the Western Islands; it prefers +the coldest situations on the highest mountains, where it burrows under +the snow. It changes its feathers twice in the year, and about the end +of February puts on its summer dress of dusky brown, ash, and +orange-coloured feathers; which it loses in winter for a plumage +perfectly white, except a black line between the bill and the eye. The +legs and toes are warmly clothed with a thick long coat of soft white +feathers. + +P. 6. l. 17. _The Chough (Corrus Graculus)._] This bird, which is about +the size of the daw, has a long curved bill, sharp at the point, which, +as well as the legs and feet, is of a bright scarlet, contrasting +beautifully with its black plumage, which varies as the light falls on +it, to a deep purple or violet. Its general haunts are the crevices of +high cliffs in Devonshire and Cornwall. + +P. 7. l. 2. _The Widow, or Widah Bird._] Is a species of bunting, a +native of Angola and other parts of Africa. And is remarkable for the +feathers of its tail. The two middle ones are about four inches long, +and ending in a long thread, the two next are thirteen inches in length, +broad and narrowing towards the points, from these proceed another long +thread. + +P. 8. l. 6. _Yaffil the Woodpecker (Picus Viridus)._] The name Yaffil is +provincial, but is so very expressive of the noise it continually makes, +that I have preferred it on that account. It is a beautiful bird, and is +sometimes called the English parrot; the colour of its plumage, green, +yellow, and scarlet, giving it some resemblance to that bird. + +P. 8. l. 10. _The Numidian Crane, or Demoiselle._] From the elegance of +its appearance, and its singular carriage, is called the Demoiselle, +which means the young Lady; for this bird walks very gracefully, and +sometimes skips and leaps, as though it were trying to dance. + +P. 8. l. 15. _Guillemot (Colymbus)._] A sea bird, of which there are +several species numerously spread over the northern world; from whence +they come towards winter to the British shores and remain till they have +reared their young: it is sometimes called the foolish Guillemot from +his stupidity; for when their companions are shot one after another, +they have so little sense of danger, that they make a small circuit, +and then return and settle in the same place, to share the same fate. + +P. 8. l. 17. _Toucan (Ramphastos)._] A native of America, where it +builds in the hollows of trees, and sits at the entrance, ready to peck +at the monkeys, who often endeavour to destroy and eat the young. It is +about the size of a Magpye, but the head large in proportion, to enable +it to support its immense bill, which is six inches and a half in +length, but extremely thin. It is a mild inoffensive bird, and easily +tamed, but cannot endure the cold of our climate; the feathers of the +breast are highly esteemed by the natives. + +P. 8. l. 20. _Cross-bill (Loxia)._] So called because the two mandibles +cross each other in different directions: they feed chiefly on the seeds +of fir-trees; the singular construction of their bills being admirably +adapted to separate the seeds of the cones. The pips of apples are also +a favourite food, and to obtain them, they split the apple with one +stroke of their bill; they are consequently found to be very injurious +to orchards. It has been observed that they have been more frequently +seen in England since the fir-tree has been generally more planted, than +formerly. + +P. 9. l. 8. _Siskin (Fringilla Spinus)._] A migratory bird, which is +seen in the Southern parts of England at the time of the barley harvest, +and is sometimes called the Barley-bird. It has a pleasing note, and is +sold as a singing bird in the London bird-shops by the name of the +Aberdevine. The accusation of its flirtation with the Greenfinch, is to +be understood as pure scandal, the most prying naturalist never having +discovered any particular attachment between them. + +P. 10. l. 9. _Razor bill (Alea)._] A migratory sea-bird which visits +the Northern shores in spring, and leaves them in winter; they lay a +single egg on the ledges of the rocks without any nest, and on which it +is said to be fixed by a cement. + +P. 10. l. 10. _Spoon-bill (Platea)._] So called from the construction of +the bill, which is flat the whole length, but widens towards the end in +the form of a spoon or spatula; and it is equally remarkable in its +substance, not being hard like bone, but flexible like whalebone; they +feed on snakes, worms, frogs, and fish, even on shellfish, which they +first break with their bills. + +P. 11. l. 3. _The Agami, or Trumpeter_, a native of America, remarkable +for a singular noise, resembling the instrument from which it takes its +name. + + +THE END. + + +J. Swan, Printer, 76, Fleet Street, London. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Peacock 'At Home:', by Catherine Ann Dorset + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23288.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23288.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..73261850a0cbe9930a77a75fc5aa45b844bc4af6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23288.txt @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: _T Piggot Delin_ + +Evening--Setting Sun. + +_Published Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by John Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary +Church-Yard London_] + + + + + LITTLE MARY; + + OR, THE + + PICTURE-BOOK. + + BY SABINA CECIL. + + London: + PRINTED AND SOLD BY + JOHN MARSHALL, + 140, FLEET STREET, + _From Aldermary Church-Yard_, + 1823. + + _Price Sixpence._ + +It is evening; the sun is setting, and the shepherd, who tends the +flocks of little Mary's Papa, is, with his good little dog, driving the +sheep to the fold, where they will rest in safety. That is his cottage +which stands on the other side of the road. + + The tongs stood in the room where Mary oft staid, + And the lantern gave light to the hall where she play'd. + + * * * * * + + The table was placed in the corner quite snug, + And the milk for her breakfast was put in the jug. + +[Illustration: Tongs. A Hall Lantern. + + A Table. A Jug. + +_Published Feb. 1^{st} 1800 by J. Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church +Yard_] + +If you look on the other side of the leaf, you will see the picture of +the park that little Mary one day passed through, where she first saw +the deer. + +[Illustration: TATTON, in Cheshire, the seat of W^{m}. Egerton, Esq. + +_Published Dec 1^{st} 1800 by John Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church +Yard London_] + +Should you not have liked to have been with her, and jumped and played +on the lawn, and in the shrubberies. + + When little Mary was cold, 'twas Mamma's desire, + That in this pretty stove should be made a nice fire. + + * * * * * + + This bottle you see, + Holding water quite clear, + Is to wash Mary's hands, + Till they cleanly appear. + + * * * * * + + In little Mary's room were placed near at hand, + This elegant snuffers, and sweet pretty stand. + + * * * * * + + These plates you admire for being so neat, + Held little Mary's pudding, her pie, or her meat. + +[Illustration: A Register Stove. A Decanter. + + Snuffers & Stand. Plates. + +_Published Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by J Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Ch. Yd. +London_] + +[Illustration: A Moss Rose. + +_Pub^{d} Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by J Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church Yard_] + +This is the rose that hid the thorn that pricked little Mary's finger. + + +[Illustration: A Robin. + +_Published Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by J Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church Yard +London_] + +Little Mary was eating her breakfast when she saw a Robin red-breast +standing on a rail, at a little distance; she gathered up the crumbs as +fast as she could, and threw them out of the window upon the gravel +walk. As soon as the bird observed the bread, he jumped down off the +rail, and began picking up the crumbs: but Mary, eager to shew her love +to her little visitor, threw out more crumbs, which frightened it +away. + +[Illustration: A Crocus. + +_Published Feb. 1^{st} 1800 by J Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church +Yard_] + +This is the Crocus that grew in little Mary's garden by the side of the +snow-drop and primrose. + + +[Illustration: _T Piggot Delin at Sculp_ + +The Ferry. + +_Published Dec. 1^{st} 1800 by John Marshall N^{o} 4 Aldermary Church +Yard London_] + +A traveller and his little dog, one day, wanted to get to the other side +of a river; but the man was so very poor he could not find money +enough to pay the boatman for taking him over. Little Mary, who was +always very good, seeing his distress, gave him all the money she had in +her pocket, wished him a safe journey, and went home with a light +heart, having done a good action. + +[Illustration] + +_Printed and Sold by J. Marshall, 140, Fleet Street, London._ + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + +Text denoted by ^{x} was superscripted in the original. + +Varied hyphenation of Church-Yard was retained. + +Illustration, page 2, "Snffers" changed to "Snuffers" (Snuffers & +Stand.) + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23290.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23290.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b946ca724746ec6deecb540825cb239b980b708e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23290.txt @@ -0,0 +1,175 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +The DOGS' DINNER PARTY + + + +GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, +LONDON AND NEW YORK. + +Kronheim & Co., London. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE DOG'S DINNER PARTY. + + +Mr. Blenheim was a very gentlemanly dog, and Mrs. Blenheim was quite +the lady; both were well-bred, handsome, and fond of good company. They +lived in a nice house, by Hyde Park Corner. Now Mr. Blenheim was one +day in the library, dozing in his arm-chair after dinner, when Mrs. B. +thus addressed him: + +"Rouse up, Blenny dear, and tell me about these notes of invitation for +our dinner-party." + +"I am rather sleepy," said he, "so you must read the list over to me." + +Mrs. B. read the names of Mr. Tan-Terrier, Mr. Fox-Hound, Mr. Dane, Mr. +Mastiff, Mr. Beagle, Mr. Poodle, Mr. Barker--Mr. Bull-Dog concluding +the list. "Mr. Bull-Dog!" cried Mrs. B., looking vexed, "why do you ask +him? no one considers him respectable." + +"It will not do to leave him out, dear!" said Mr. Blenheim, who then +got up, and went lazily to the desk to write the invitations. + +[Illustration] + +Pug, the Page, went to Kennel Court, the country box of Mr. Fox-Hound, +and found that sporting character near home, wiping his brow after a +good hunt. His manners were more blunt than his teeth, and his loud +voice could be heard miles off. He was called a "jolly dog," and seldom +dined alone. But his great delight was the chase of a fox; he could +then hardly give tongue enough to express his joy. After asking Pug +after Mrs. Blenheim's health, he accepted the invitation. + +Florio, the Courier, waited on Mr. Barker with his note of invitation. +Mr. Barker lived in a snug little house, in a farmyard, where he had +the charge of watching over and protecting the live stock. He at first +feared he must decline the invitation, but, on second thoughts, he +resolved to venture; it was not a late dinner, and he would manage to +get away early. Unluckily, his coat was rather the worse for wear, but +he could boast of a handsome collar at any rate,--and so he accepted. + +When Pug, the Page, reached the dwelling-place of Mr. Bull-Dog, he +found him lying close to a bit of an old tub, in a dirty yard, smoking +a short pipe very coolly. Mr. Bull-Dog snarled a little at being +disturbed, and then read the note. "Oh, you can say I'll be sure to +come," said he, "I am always ready for a good feed. Now, young one," +said he to Pug, with a growl, "I advise you to cut away as fast as you +can!" + +[Illustration] + +At last the day of the grand dinner-party arrived, and the guests all +assembled, in good spirits, with keen appetites for the feast. Never +had so many sleek, well-dressed dogs met together before, and the +variety of their coats and countenances was very striking. All were, +in compliment to the gentle hostess, Mrs. Blenheim, on their best +behaviour, and great was the harmony that prevailed. Ample justice, +too, was done to the good things liberally provided for their +entertainment; and, strange to say, for so large a party and so mixed +a company, no excess was committed either in eating or drinking. +Social chat was the order of the day; compliments were exchanged; +toasts, praising every guest in turn, were proposed and received with +cordiality; speeches were made, which were applauded even when not +called for or understood; and for a long time it seemed that no Lord +Mayor's feast could have passed off more brilliantly, or have given +greater satisfaction. + +Mr. Bull-Dog was, however, missing from among the guests after a time; +it seems that he found the sports rather dull, and so had sneaked off. +Presently a great uproar was heard; and it was found that he had gone +below, and had eaten up all the servants' dinner; so they all joined +together to punish him, and after some trouble, contrived to kick him +out of the house; and very foolish he looked, in spite of his tipsy +swagger. + +[Illustration] + +As Mr. Bull-Dog had lost his pipe in the street, he thought he would +turn into a public-house to get another: here he again misbehaved, and +was soon turned out; some mischievous boys then got hold of him, tied +an old tin saucepan to his tail, and chased him through the streets. +The faster he ran, the more he bumped himself with the saucepan; and +the more he yelled with pain, the more the boys pelted him with mud and +stones. At length he reached his dirty dwelling, more dead than alive. + +Poor Mrs. Blenheim! she was, indeed, much to be pitied, to have her +nice dinner-party disturbed by so vulgar a creature. This shows how +careful we should be in avoiding low company. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ROUTLEDGE'S +THREEPENNY TOY-BOOKS, +WITH SIX COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS, +PRINTED BY KRONHEIM & CO. + + 5. MY FIRST ALPHABET + 6. MOTHER GOOSE + 7. THE BABES IN THE WOOD + 8. THIS LITTLE PIG + 9. THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE +10. LITTLE BO-PEEP +11. NURSERY RHYMES +12. FARM-YARD ALPHABET +13. JACK AND THE BEANSTALK +14. JOHN GILPIN +15. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD +16. THE THREE BEARS +17. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT +18. THE DOGS' DINNER PARTY +19. MY MOTHER +20. THE CATS' TEA PARTY +21. MORE NURSERY RHYMES +22. ROBIN REDBREAST +23. A, APPLE PIE +24. THE RAILWAY ALPHABET +25. NURSERY SONGS +26. NURSERY DITTIES +27. PUNCH AND JUDY +28. OUR PETS +29. CINDERELLA +30. PUSS-IN-BOOTS +31. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD +32. WILD ANIMALS +33. TAME ANIMALS +34. BIRDS +35. JACK THE GIANT KILLER +36. BLUE BEARD +37. ALADDIN +38. THE FORTY THIEVES +39. TOM THUMB +40. SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD + +GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, +LONDON AND NEW YORK. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23303.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23303.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..30231941ec272e27b16af42befb0fe1c419cdae8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23303.txt @@ -0,0 +1,201 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + CINDERELLA + + + GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, + LONDON AND NEW YORK. + + Kronheim & Co., London. + + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + + CINDERELLA: + + OR, + + THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER. + + +There was, many years ago, a gentleman who had a charming lady for his +wife. They had one daughter only, who was very dutiful to her parents. +But while she was still very young, her mamma died, to the grief of her +husband and daughter. After a time, the little girl's papa married another +lady. Now this lady was proud and haughty, and had two grown-up daughters +as disagreeable as herself; so the poor girl found everything at home +changed for the worse. + +But she bore all her troubles with patience, not even complaining to her +father, and, in spite of her hard toil, she grew more lovely in face and +figure every year. + +Now the King's son gave a grand ball, and all persons of quality were +invited to it. Our two young ladies were not overlooked. Nothing was now +talked of but the rich dresses they were to wear. + +At last the happy day arrived. The two proud sisters set off in high +spirits. Cinderella followed them with her eyes until the coach was out +of sight. She then began to cry bitterly. While she was sobbing, her +godmother, who was a Fairy, appeared before her. + +[Illustration] + +"Cinderella," said the Fairy, "I am your godmother, and for the sake of +your dear mamma I am come to cheer you up, so dry your tears; you shall go +to the grand ball to-night, but you must do just as I bid you. Go into the +garden and bring me a pumpkin." Cinderella brought the finest that was +there. Her godmother scooped it out very quickly, and then struck it with +her wand, upon which it was changed into a beautiful coach. Afterwards, +the old lady peeped into the mouse-trap, where she found six mice. She +tapped them lightly with her wand, and each mouse became a fine horse. The +rat-trap contained two large rats; one of these she turned into a +coachman, and the other into a postilion. The old lady then told +Cinderella to go into the garden and seek for half-a-dozen lizards. +These she changed into six footmen, dressed in the gayest livery. + +When all these things had been done, the kind godmother touching her with +her wand, changed her worn-out clothes into a beautiful ball-dress +embroidered with pearls and silver. She then gave her a pair of glass +slippers, that is, they were woven of the most delicate spun-glass, fine +as the web of a spider. + +When Cinderella was thus attired, her godmother made her get into her +splendid coach, giving her a caution to leave the ball before the clock +struck twelve. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +On her arrival, her beauty struck everybody with wonder. The gallant +Prince gave her a courteous welcome, and led her into the ball-room; +and the King and Queen were as much enchanted with her, as the Prince +conducted her to the supper-table, and was too much occupied in waiting +upon her to partake of anything himself. While seated, Cinderella heard +the clock strike three-quarters past eleven. She rose to leave, the Prince +pressing her to accept an invitation for the ball on the following +evening. + +On reaching home, her godmother praised her for being so punctual, and +agreed to let her go to the next night's ball. + +Although she seemed to be tired, her sisters, instead of showing pity, +teased her with glowing accounts of the splendid scene they had just left, +and spoke particularly of the beautiful Princess. Cinderella was delighted +to hear all this, and asked them the name of the Princess, but they +replied, nobody knew her. So much did they say in praise of the lady, that +Cinderella expressed a desire to go to the next ball to see the Princess; +but this only served to bring out their dislike of poor Cinderella still +more, and they would not lend her the meanest of their dresses. + +The next evening the two sisters went to the ball, and Cinderella also, +who was still more splendidly dressed than before. Her enjoyment was even +greater than at the first ball, and she was so occupied with the Prince's +tender sayings that she was not so quick in marking the progress of time. + +[Illustration] + +To her alarm she heard the clock strike twelve. She fled from the +ball-room; but in a moment the coach changed again to a pumpkin, the +horses to mice, the coachman and postilion to rats, the footmen to +lizards, and Cinderella's beautiful dress to her old shabby clothes. In +her haste she dropped one of her glass slippers, and reached home, out of +breath, with none of her godmother's fairy gifts but one glass slipper. + +When her sisters arrived after the ball, they spoke in terms of rapture of +the unknown Princess, and told Cinderella about the little glass slipper +she had dropped, and how the Prince picked it up. It was evident to all +the Court that the Prince was determined if possible, to find out the +owner of the slipper; and a few days afterwards a royal herald proclaimed +that the King's son would marry her whose foot the glass slipper should be +found exactly to fit. + +This proclamation caused a great sensation. Ladies of all ranks were +permitted to make a trial of the slipper; but it was of no use. Cinderella +now said, "Let me try--perhaps it may fit me." It slipped on in a moment. +Great was the vexation of the two sisters at this; but what was their +astonishment when Cinderella took the fellow slipper out of her pocket! + +At that moment the godmother appeared, and touched Cinderella's clothes +with her wand. Her sisters then saw that she was the beautiful lady they +had met at the ball, and, throwing themselves at her feet, craved her +forgiveness. + +A short time after, she was married to the Prince, to the intense +gratification of the whole Court. + +[Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + + ROUTLEDGE'S + THREEPENNY TOY-BOOKS, + WITH SIX COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS, + + PRINTED BY KRONHEIM & CO. + + 5. MY FIRST ALPHABET + 6. MOTHER GOOSE + 7. THE BABES IN THE WOOD + 8. THIS LITTLE PIG + 9. THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE + 10. LITTLE BO-PEEP + 11. NURSERY RHYMES + 12. FARM-YARD ALPHABET + 13. JACK AND THE BEANSTALK + 14. JOHN GILPIN + 15. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD + 16. THE THREE BEARS + 17. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT + 18. THE DOGS' DINNER PARTY + 19. MY MOTHER + 20. THE CATS' TEA PARTY + 21. MORE NURSERY RHYMES + 22. ROBIN REDBREAST + 23. A, APPLE PIE + 24. THE RAILWAY ALPHABET + 25. NURSERY SONGS + 26. NURSERY DITTIES + 27. PUNCH AND JUDY + 28. OUR PETS + 29. CINDERELLA + 30. PUSS-IN-BOOTS + 31. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD + 32. WILD ANIMALS + 33. TAME ANIMALS + 34. BIRDS + 35. JACK THE GIANT KILLER + 36. BLUE BEARD + 37. ALADDIN + 38. THE FORTY THIEVES + 39. TOM THUMB + 40. SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD + + GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, + LONDON AND NEW YORK. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23307.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23307.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d8c7b46967d29640f883519de5e4499e50c35b8d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23307.txt @@ -0,0 +1,189 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + PAULINA, + AND HER PETS. + + [Illustration] + + NEW YORK: + KIGGINS & KELLOGG, + 88 JOHN STREET. + +[Illustration] + + + + +PAULINA, AND HER PETS + +[Illustration] + + +Paulina Evering was an intelligent girl, and as interesting as she was +intelligent and pretty. She was kind-hearted, and generous almost to a +fault. She was beloved by all the children in her neighborhood; for she +was ever indulging them in some way. She had a beautiful grape-vine in +the garden nurtured by her own hand. And when the grapes were ripe, she +seldom tasted of them herself, but when any little boys or girls called +to see her, she would ask the servant to go into the garden, and give +them bountifully of the luscious fruit. + +She was noted for her humanity to the brute creation. She looked upon +everything that drew breath as the handiwork of that Being to which she +owed her own existence; and though she had seen scarce twelve summers, +she was old enough to feel that by the exercise of kindness to dumb +beasts even, she could evince her gratitude for life, health, and other +blessings she enjoyed. + +Paulina went one day, to spend a few hours with her cousins; as she +reached the door, they were just driving from the house a poor dog, +which had once been such a favorite with them, that they fed it on the +greatest delicacies, and never would let it sleep but on a nice cushion. + +[Illustration] + +"What are you going to do with poor Fido?" cried Paulina. "Oh! the vile +animal!" said her cousin Emily. "Look how frightful he has grown! I +would not let him stay in the house for the world; I am going to give +him to those boys at the door: and I do not care what they do with him, +for my brother Charles has given me a little beauty. Come in, and I will +show him to you."--"Stop, do stay a moment," said Paulina; "I beg you +will not give Fido to those wicked boys they will torment him to death. +It was but the other day, some wicked boys fastened a tin-pot to a poor +dog's tail, and then let him run, with it dragging after him, +frightening the poor creature almost to death. I beg of you, do not let +the hard-hearted fellows have him. Give him to me, and I will take him +to my little hospital, and nurse him as long as he lives." Fido had +gone into the kitchen (where young ladies and dogs have certainly +nothing to do), and the cook, who was very busy, preparing for a great +dinner, had thrown some boiling water over his head and back, and +scalded him in such a dreadful manner, that no one thought he could live +through the day. Emily was so much enraged with the cook, and shed so +many tears when she saw her pet suffering so much, that every one +thought she had an excellent heart, and was really attached to her dog; +but as soon as he was cured, and she found he had lost an eye, and had +no hair on his back, she could not bear the sight of him. Fido was +beaten out of the hall, obliged to look for bones, and sleep in a +corner, on the stairs; and at last, if Paulina had not come in time to +save him, he would have been given up to half a dozen wicked boys, who +would have tormented him to death. Paulina was much displeased with her +cousin from this circumstance, for her character was very different from +Emily's. The little hospital she had alluded to was for her sick or lame +animals. It was composed of a dog, whose paw had been broken; a cat, +whose ear had been bitten off, by a great rat which it had caught, and a +blind squirrel. Beside these, she had in a cage a little sparrow, whose +wings had been broken by a bird of prey; and as it could not fly to the +bottom of its cage for water, or food, she made a little ladder for it, +so it could jump up and down when it pleased. She had besides a thrush, +which had been almost frozen to death, and never recovered the use of +its feet: but it did not sing the less gayly, though a cripple. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +She had also a pet rabbit, which she had saved from the torments of two +cruel boys, who had caught it, and whom she overheard relating what +sport they would have, when they got home, by letting it loose in the +stable, and then setting the dog on to worry it to death. The little +creature had become so tame, that it would run to her whenever she came +to the place where it was kept, and when she took it up, would nestle +itself in her arms to show its gratitude for her kind treatment and +tender care of it. She had, besides, several fowls and ducks, that lived +very comfortably in her yard, because she took care of them herself and +did not trust it to any one else. + +[Illustration] + +And last, not by any means least, among her favorites, was a beautiful +young deer, which her father had purchased, and brought home to her. + +[Illustration] + +Paulina felt the greatest pleasure in giving these pet animals all the +comforts she could, and her father and mother, to encourage her +benevolent disposition, increased her pocket-money, that she might be +enabled to buy corn for her fowls, and seeds for her birds. Her +brothers, too, who were at college, often sent her presents. + +One day when Paulina was out, her attention was called to a young woman +who had brought two young lambs to market for sale. The two creatures +were coupled together like hounds; and as she stood with her eyes cast +down, yet looking upon them, it was impossible not to note the sorrow +stamped upon her gentle features. Paulina was interested and entered +into conversation with her. She learned that she was a young married +woman; that her husband had gone to sea; leaving his mother, a very +infirm old woman to her care. Soon after his departure, Mary left her +father's more comfortable dwelling to reside in the old woman's cabin, +so that she could take the better care of her. A sheep was her only +fortune and she took it with her. It had two lambs, and these she hoped +to be able to keep toward the formation of a mountain flock; but the +season was so pinching that she brought the lambs into town for sale. +Several had asked the price, but had turned away without purchasing. +After relating to Paulina her story she sat down, and putting her arm +around her lambs began to cry. Paulina told her to dry her tears, gave +her the price of her lambs, and then told her to take them home, and let +them still be the commencement of her mountain flock. The gratitude +expressed by the poor creature, by both words and look at this generous +act of kindness, amply repaid Paulina for the little sacrifice she had +made to relieve her. + +As Paulina grew larger, her humanity exercised itself toward other +objects, and as her heavenly Father had given her the means of doing +good, she felt pure delight in being generous, and receiving marks of +gratitude wherever she went. She was loved by her neighbors, rich as +well as poor, and was happy herself, because she tried to make others +so. + + + + + KIGGINS & KELLOGG, + + Publishers, Booksellers, & Stationers, + + 123 & 125 William St. + + Also Manufacturers of every description of + + ACCOUNT BOOKS, + MEMORANDUMS and PASS BOOKS, + + a large Stock of which is constantly kept + on hand. Their Assortment of + + SCHOOL + AND + MISCELLANEOUS BOOKS, + and of Foreign and Domestic + STATIONERY, + + is very complete, to the inspection of which + they would invite COUNTRY MERCHANTS + before purchasing elsewhere. + + JUST PUBLISHED, + REDFIELD'S TOY BOOKS, + Four Series of Twelve Books each, + BEAUTIFULLY ILLUSTRATED. + + _Price, One, Two, Four, and Six Cents._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23310.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23310.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a49cf96bb468aabd8f6fbad5230167430ae91e0d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23310.txt @@ -0,0 +1,221 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Markus Brenner, Irma Spehar and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + BIRD STORIES + + AND + + DOG STORIES. + + + [Illustration] + + + CINCINNATI: + WILLIAM T. TRUMAN. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE BIRD SOLDIER. + + +Little bird! you had better let that cannon alone; I am afraid you will +soon fall by its side. But what are you firing at? You don't mean to let +us see; never mind--only be sure that you don't kill yourself, nor any +body else. + +Can it be that you are doing all that for play? If so, you must be very +fond of fire-works. But you hardly look cross enough to kill any body. + +If you do such a thing, you know what must be done; you will either be +hung, or put in prison for life: but they don't hang much, now-a-days; +so, perhaps, they will only shut you up. + + Little bird, little bird, what are you doing?-- + "Firing my cannon, to kill Robin Redbreast;" + + Naughty bird, naughty bird, why will you do it? + "Because he has stolen the eggs from my nest." + + + + +[Illustration] + +IS IT A FUNERAL? + + +What is that? A bird's funeral? So it seems, for the bird in the +wheelbarrow certainly appears to be dead, and another one is wheeling +him to the grave; or perhaps he found him dead, and is going now to +carry him home. But what is that bird, with a cap on, doing? Did he +shoot the poor bird? He has a gun; but I should hardly think he would +follow his neighbor to the grave, if he was his murderer. + +Tell me, children, if you can, how it was, and who did it, for it looks +like a sad affair. Do _people_ ever get into such kinds of trouble? They +often die, and too often kill each other. Learn a lesson from this, +never to get angry, lest you some day kill your fellow-creature. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CANARY. + + +Little Amelia was told, one beautiful spring morning, that she might +take her bird into the yard. She had not been out of doors for a long +time, so that she was very much delighted with the prospect of playing +freely in the open air. She had no brother, or sisters, but she loved +this bird almost as well as herself, and never seemed to be lonely with +his company. She carried her little round table out upon the green, and +placed the cage upon it, so that little Jess might breathe the fresh +air, and see the sunshine and flowers once more. + +See her stretching out her hand to feed it; then she will bound away to +the other end of the yard; the more she frolics, the louder will Jess +sing. So they will both enjoy themselves in the bright sunshine, till +school begins. + + + + +[Illustration] + +FREDDY TAKING A RIDE. + + +But, what kind of a horse is that? Oh! it is a dog! Just hear Fred talk +to him.--Go along, Bright, he says. + +Bright must be a smart dog, to carry a boy six years old, all over the +farm. Freddy's father owns that house. You see a large green in front--a +fine playground for Fred. He ought to be a very grateful boy, to have so +nice a home. + +Just see how steadily Bright carries him along, in his fine carriage. +That was a present from his father. + +I hope Fred will always be a good boy; and that, when he grows older, he +will be able to repay his father for all these good things. Little boys +should always remember how much they owe to their parents, and try to +please them in every thing. + + + + +[Illustration] + +GROWLER. + + +Speak, if you want it; you won't get it till you do. Why don't you mind +me? _Speak_, I say. So said Joseph Mecklem to his dog, which he keeps +all the while chained to his kennel. Growler is a fine hunter, and a +good watch-dog. His master is giving him lessons every day; he calls +them his eating and talking lessons. + +Growler seems to be very happy, though he is kept close. He barks and +growls, in the night, at every little noise he hears, and will not allow +any body to come near the house. Strange that Growler can be so +contented; he is better than some boys, who cry because they have to sit +still, on a bench, a few hours every day, to study. How would they feel, +to be always chained to the bench, as Growler is to his kennel? + + + + +[Illustration] + +CARLO AND SHAG. + + +Those dogs both live in one house, and have the same master, who is very +fond of them, and has trained them to work together; and, when one is +sent on an errand, the other always goes too. They are now standing at +the door of the school-room, waiting for their master's children to come +out. Jane and Ellen are very young, and would not know how to go and +come, without the company of the dogs. They love Carlo and Shag, and are +never afraid when they are with them. You see the teacher standing at +the door; he wants to know the errand of the dogs. How earnestly they +look up at him, as if telling him what they have come for; and Shag has +lifted his foot to step on the door-stone. They start off for school so +regularly, every day, that it is quite surprising. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE LOST BOY. + + +Oh! Mother! just look at this picture. Is that boy dead, or only asleep. +I think, my child, that he is numb with cold. He has lost his hat, and +looks helpless and sad. But this good dog has found him, and is going to +carry him home. + +Mother, where did he find the boy? On the ground, Sarah. You see, in the +picture, that the snow-flakes are falling as though there were a great +storm. The boy was out on an errand, when the snow fell so thick and +fast that he lost his way; then he grew cold and fell into the snow. + +If this dog had not taken him up, he would soon have died. + +Oh! mother, what a dear good dog; I should think the boy would want to +keep him, for his own dog, as long as he lives. + + + + +MY DOG. + + + I'd never hurt my little dog, + But stroke and pat his head; + I like to see the joy he shows, + I like to see him fed. + + Poor little dog--he's very good, + And very useful, too, + I'll never vex or tease him, then, + As children sometimes do. + + But I will give him milk to drink, + A fire to make him warm, + A bed to lie on, when he sleeps, + And keep him from all harm. + + And when I need a kindness done, + Perhaps, some future day, + Like these good dogs we've read about + My labor he'll repay. + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Bird Stories and Dog Stories, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23311.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23311.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c327e7bd12bc90ecd8d58b77b139c14a625730a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23311.txt @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Janet Blenkinship and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + +Beauty and the Beast. + +Peter G. Thomson Cincinnati, O. + + + + +BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. + + +There was once a merchant who had been very rich at one time, but who, +having had heavy losses, was compelled to retire to a little cottage in +the country; where he lived with his three daughters. The two elder ones +were very much discontented at their poverty, and were always grumbling +and making complaints. But the youngest one, who was called Beauty, and +who was as amiable as she was handsome, tried all she could to comfort +her father and make his home happy. + +Once, when he was going on a journey to try and mend his affairs, he +called them around him, and asked them what he should bring them when he +returned. The two elder ones wanted each a number of nice presents; but +Beauty, kissing him sweetly, said she would be content with a rose. So +when the merchant was on his way back, he came to an elegant garden, of +which the gate stood open; and thinking of Beauty's rose, he went in, +and plucking a beautiful one, prepared to proceed on his journey. + +[Illustration: The Merchant and the Beast.] + +As he turned to go, he saw a hideous Beast coming towards him, armed +with a sword! This terrible creature reproached him for stealing his +flowers, of which he was very choice; and threatened to kill him on the +spot! The merchant begged for his life, and said, that he had only taken +"a single one to please his daughter Beauty." On this, the beast said +gruffly, "well, I will let you off, if you will bring one of your +daughters here in your place. But she must come here _willingly_, and +meanwhile you may stay and rest in my palace until to-morrow." But, as +you may well believe, the poor father did not feel much like eating or +sleeping; although everything was done for his comfort, and, in the +morning, the Beast sent him home upon a beautiful horse. But though the +birds sang around him, and the sun shone brightly, and all nature was +smiling on his path, the heart of the poor merchant was heavy, when he +thought of his beloved daughters. + +When he came near his home, his children came forth to meet him; but, +seeing the sadness of his face, and his eyes filled with tears, they +asked him the cause of his trouble. Giving the rose to Beauty, he told +her all. The two elder sisters laid all the blame upon Beauty; who cried +bitterly, and said that as _she_ was the cause of her father's +misfortune, she alone must suffer for it, and was quite willing to go. +So Beauty got ready for the journey at once. The father (who meant to +return to the Beast _himself_, after embracing his children) tried to +dissuade her, but in vain; and so the two set out together for the +Beast's palace, much to the secret joy of the envious sisters. + +When they arrived at the palace, the doors opened of themselves, sweet +music was heard, and they found an elegant supper prepared. As soon as +they had refreshed themselves, the Beast entered, and said in a mild +tone, "Beauty, did you come here willingly to take the place of your +father?" "Yes, sir," she answered in a sweet but trembling voice. "So +much the better for you," replied the Beast. "Your father can stay here +to-night, but he must go home in the morning." The Beast then retired, +giving Beauty so kind a look as he went out, that she felt quite +encouraged. The next morning, when her father left her, she cheered his +heart by telling him that she thought she could soften the Beast's +heart, and induce him to spare her life. After he was gone, she entered +an elegant room, on the door of which was written, in letters of gold, +"Beauty's room." + +Lying on the table was a portrait of herself, set in gold and diamonds, +and on the wall, these words: "_Beauty is Queen here; all things will +obey her._" Her meals were served to the sound of music; and at +supper-time, the Beast after knocking timidly, would walk in and talk so +amiably, that she soon lost all fear of him; and once when he failed to +come, felt quite disappointed! At last, one night, he said to her, "Am I +so _very_ ugly?" "Yes, indeed, you are," said Beauty, "but you are so +kind and generous, that I do not mind your looks." "Will you marry me, +then, dear Beauty?" said the poor Beast, with a look of such eager +entreaty in his eyes, that Beauty's heart melted within her, and she was +upon the point of saying "Yes!" + +[Illustration: Beauty takes her Fathers place.] + +But happening to look towards him, at that moment her courage failed +her, and, turning away her head, she replied softly, "Oh! do not ask +me." The Beast then bade her good-night, with a sad voice, and went away +sighing as if his heart would break. The palace was full of rooms, +containing the most beautiful objects. In one room she saw a numerous +troupe of monkeys, of all sizes and colors. They came to meet her, +making her very low bows, and treating her with the greatest respect. +Beauty was much pleased with them, and asked them to show her about the +palace. Instantly, two tall and graceful apes, in rich dresses, placed +themselves, with great gravity, one on each side of her, while two +sprightly little monkeys held up her train as pages. And from this time +forth they waited upon her wherever she went, with all the attention and +respect, that officers of a royal palace are accustomed to pay to the +greatest Queens and Princesses. + +[Illustration: Am I so very ugly.] + +In fact, Beauty was the Queen of this splendid palace. She had only to +wish for anything to have it; and she would have been _quite_ contented +if she could have had some company; for, except at supper-time, she was +always alone! Then the Beast would come in and behave so agreeably, that +she liked him more and more. And when he would say to her "dear Beauty +will you marry me?" in his soft and tender way, she could hardly find it +in her heart to refuse him. + +Now, although Beauty had everything that heart could wish, she could not +forget her father and sisters. At last, one evening she begged so hard +to go home for a visit, that the Beast consented to her wish, on her +promising not to stay more than two months. He then gave her a ring, +telling her to place it on her dressing-table, when she wished either to +go or return; and showed her a wardrobe filled with the most elegant +clothes, as well as a quantity of splendid presents for her father and +sisters. + +The poor Beast was more sad than ever, after he had given his consent to +her absence. It seemed to him as if he could not look at her enough, nor +muster courage to leave her. She tried to cheer him, saying, "Be of good +heart, Beauty will soon return," but nothing seemed to comfort him, and +he went sadly away. + +Beauty felt very badly when she saw how much the poor Beast suffered. +She tried, however, to dismiss him from her thoughts, and to think only +of the joy of seeing her dear father and sisters on the morrow. Before +retiring to rest, she took good care to place the ring upon the table, +and great was her joy, on awaking the next morning, to find herself in +her father's house, with the clothes and gifts from the palace at her +bed-side! + +At first she hardly knew where she was, for everything looked strange +to her; but soon she heard the voice of her father, and, rushing out of +the room, threw her loving arms around his neck. Beauty then related all +the kindness and delicacy of the Beast toward her, and in return +discovered that _he_ had been as liberal to her father and sisters. He +had given them the large and handsome house in which they now lived, +with an income sufficient to keep them in comfort. + +For a long time Beauty was happy with her father and sisters; but she +soon discovered that her sisters were jealous of her, and envied her the +fine dresses and jewels the Beast had given her. She often thought +tenderly of the poor Beast, alone in his palace; and as the two months +were now over, she resolved to return to him as she had promised. But +her father could not bear to lose her again, and coaxed her to stay with +him a few days longer; which she at last consented to do, with many +misgivings, when she thought of her broken promise to the lonely beast. +At last, on the night before she intended to return, she dreamed that +she saw the unhappy beast lying dead on the ground in the palace garden! +She awoke, all trembling with terror and remorse, and, leaving a note on +the table for her dear father; placed the ring within her bosom, and +wished herself back again in the palace. As soon as daylight appeared, +she called her attendants, and searched the palace from top to bottom. +But the Beast was nowhere to be found! She then ran to the garden, and +_there_, in the very spot that she had seen in her dream, lay the poor +Beast, gasping and senseless upon the ground; and seeming to be in the +agonies of death! At this pitiful sight, Beauty clasped her hands, fell +upon her knees, and reproached herself bitterly for having caused his +death. + +"Alas! poor Beast!" she said, "_I_ am the cause of this. How can I ever +forgive myself for my unkindness to _you_, who were so good and +generous to me, and mine, and never even reproached me for my cruelty?" + +[Illustration: The Beast Dying.] + +She then ran to a fountain for cold water, which she sprinkled over him, +her tears meanwhile falling fast upon his hideous face. In a few moments +the Beast opened his eyes, and said, "now, that I see _you_ once more, I +shall die contented." "No, no,!" she cried, "you shall not die; you +shall live, and Beauty will be your faithful wife!" The moment she +uttered these words, a dazzling light shone around--the palace was +brilliantly lighted up, and the air was filled with delicious music. + +In place of the terrible and dying Beast, she saw a young and handsome +Prince, who knelt at her feet, and told her that he had been condemned +to wear the form of a frightful Beast, until a beautiful girl should +love him in spite of his ugliness! At the same moment, the Apes, and the +Monkeys, who had been in attendance upon her, were transformed into +elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen, who ranged themselves at a +respectful distance, and performed their duties, as Gentlemen, and Maids +of Honor. The grateful Prince now claimed Beauty for his wife; and _she_ +who had loved him, even under the form of the Beast, was now tenfold +more in love with him, as he appeared in his rightful form. 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When Man Friday first saw +Robinson Crusoe, he offered to be his servant; he was accepted as +such, and Crusoe found him very useful, for having been born in that +desolate country where Crusoe had been cast away, he was well +acquainted with the forms and customs of the neighboring +inhabitants, as well as with all the secret caverns and other +mysterious places upon the islands. + +He also relieved the solitude of poor Crusoe much; for man, even +though he choose the life of a Hermit, soon finds that the society +of his fellows is necessary to his happiness, and that the words of +the Almighty are as true now as in the beginning--"It is not good +for man to be alone." + + + + +[Illustration: INDUSTRIOUS JANE.] + +JANE AND HER NEEDLE. + + + My shining needle! much I prize + Thy tender form and slender size, + And well I love thee now; + Though when I first began to sew, + Before thy proper use I knew, + And often pricked my fingers too, + A trial sore wert thou. + Then speed thee on my needle bright, + The love of thee makes labor light. + + Oh, soon thy motions to control, + In collar, wristband, button-hole, + My ready hand attains; + And with thee I can help to form, + Full many a garment stout and warm, + To shield from winter's wind and storm, + The aged and the blind. + Then speed thee on my needle bright, + The love of thee makes labor light. + + + + +[Illustration: THE TWO DOVES.] + +THE TWO DOVES. + + + See Julia and her sister Jane, + On the grass bed of velvet green, + How each shows her care and love, + For her sweet pet turtle dove. + + Pillowed on their guiltless breast, + Like a warm and living nest; + They seem to draw an early sense, + Of purity and innocence. + + Fann'd by their soft and tender wings, + A moral from their pressure springs; + A wish in innocence to move, + As gently as the peaceful dove. + + Oh! ever may such living toys, + Be the theme of childhood's joys, + And cultivate as years increase, + The love of virtue, truth and peace. + + + + +[Illustration: MY PRETTY POLLY.] + +MY PRETTY POLLY. + + + Better than hoop or doll, + I love my pretty chattering poll, + For tho' the creature mocks my words + I know her mock'ry but a bird's. + + And while upon my neck she'll loll, + And screaming out, "Pretty Poll," + I learn from the sweet chattering elf, + To not have too much tongue myself. + + I learn how many girls there be, + Who without thinking talk like she, + And parrot like they ever chatter, + When they should think of something better. + + Thus while I hear her prattle words, + I think that girls should not be birds, + Nor like them waste their time so dear, + In chattering everything they hear. + + + + +[Illustration: ELIZABETH WITH HER NEW FROCK.] + +THE NEW FROCK. + + +Here is Elizabeth dressed in her new frock, given to her by her +mother, for doing what she is bid like a good girl. + +She looks as if she was dressed to pay a visit to some of her +friends; but I hope she will not be proud, and get too fond of going +from home; she should remember that her frock was made out of the +poor silk-worm's winter house, that her shoes were made out of the +skin of a goat, and the pearls about her neck were drawn from the +bottom of the sea, and that unless she is pleasant, affectionate, +and kind, no body will like her better for her new clothes. There +are some little girls who think because they have a new frock on, +that they are better than others who are dressed in common clothes, +which is not at all right. + + + + +[Illustration: ROBINSON CRUSOE.] + +ROBINSON CRUSOE. + + + Behold him on the lonely isle, + Of home, of friends, of all bereft, + His vessel far away the while, + And he to solitude is left. + + His faithful dog alone is there, + Who clinging to his master's side, + So willing all his grief to share, + Whatever evil may betide. + + The exile o'er his wide domain, + Extends his glance of lordly pride; + But ah! he feels such pride is vain, + For all is lost to him beside. + + His country, friends, all, all are gone, + No relative to cheer his woe-- + But there shall come a brighter morn, + And to his native land he'll go. + + + + +[Illustration: MY MOTHER.] + +MY MOTHER. + + + In infancy's unconscious day, + I weak and helpless long did lay, + Who o'er my form did watch and pray, + My Mother. + + Who nourished me with fondest care, + And bore me forth to take the air, + And plucked me fruits and flowers rare, + My Mother. + + Who daily, as I older grew, + Still taught me lessons bright and true, + And virtue's path kept in my view, + My Mother. + + Oh, may I truly, every year, + Return with love and tender care, + The blessings I from thee did share, + My Mother. + + +Sold by Turner & Fisher, New York and Philadelphia; +Keller, Baltimore; J. Fisher, Boston. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23318.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23318.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3f8ec3119326a49057b52bbf389c24bdf5f909cc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23318.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope and The Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + [Transcriber's Note: + The html version of this text includes the illustrations. + Since all pages are illustrated, they are not separately + marked here.] + + + + NINE LIVES OF A CAT + + by + + CHARLES BENNETT + + + + + [Illustration: FRONTISPIECE] + + + + + THE NINE LIVES + of + A CAT + + + A TALE OF WONDER + by + CHARLES BENNETT. + Author of "Shadows" + + + London + Griffith and Farran. + Corner of St Pauls' Churchyard. 1860. + + + + +PREFACE + + +This tale of wonder is told for +children; with which view, it has been +carefully designed and very nicely +printed. + +For some time past, it has arrived at +the dignity of a popular Nursery Tale in +the Author's family; and it is hoped it +will merit the same good fortune +elsewhere. + +It will be worth while explaining, that +the circle in each page is made to +represent some object in connection with +the story; and, that as some of them +have proved rather puzzling, to Juvenile +admirers has been left the task of +"finding them out." + +_London_, 1859. + + + + + 1 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + NINE! + But when she was young, + Poor Kitty was hung; + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 2 + + Yes, Kitty was hung + When she was so young; + But, as you would hope, + She pulled a knife out of her side- + pocket, and before you could + count ONE, TWO, THREE, + cut right through the rope. + + + + + 3 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + EIGHT! + But, when she was rounder, + A boy tried to drown her; + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 4 + + Yes, a boy tried to drown her + When fatter and rounder, + But, as you would wish, + She slipped the stone off her neck, + and before you could count, + ONE, TWO, THREE, swam + like a fish. + + + + + 5 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + SEVEN! + But, as I have learnt, + Poor Pussy was burnt. + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 6 + + Yes, Pussy was burnt, + As I too have learnt; + But, as you will read, + She jumped into the water-butt before + you could count, ONE, TWO, + THREE; she did, indeed! + + + + + 7 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + SIX! + But she fell off the house, + Running after a mouse; + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 8 + + Yes, she fell off the house + Running after a mouse; + But, as life is sweet, + Before you could count ONE, TWO, + THREE, she came on her feet. + + + + + 9 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + FIVE! + But I hear she has not; + For they say she was shot. + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 10 + + Yes, with a gun she was shot, + And a trigger it had got, + I saw the man pull it; + But Pussy held up her paws like the + Wizard of the North, and + before you could count, ONE, + TWO, THREE, caught the Bullet. + + + + + 11 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + FOUR! + But people all say + She was poison'd one day; + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 12 + + Yes, it's true, people say + She was poison'd one day, + And very much it shock'd her; + But the moment she felt ill, and before you + could count ONE, TWO, THREE, + she was off to the Doctor. + + + + + 13 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + THREE! + But then the old wall + Crush'd her in its fall. + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 14 + + Yes, I know the old wall + Flatten'd Puss in its fall, + And a dozen of her fellows; + But Pussy walked sideways into the kitchen, + and before you could count ONE, TWO, + THREE, blew herself out + with the bellows. + + + + + 15 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + TWO! + But, bit by a dog, + She is dead as a log. + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 16 + + Yes, bit by a dog, + But not dead as a log, + As you'll gladly find; + For she climbed up the apple-tree before + you could count ONE, TWO, THREE, + and left the dog behind. + + + + + 17 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + ONE! + But then she's grown old, + And has caught a bad cold; + So how many Lives has the Cat got? + + + 18 + + Yes, she has grown old, + And has caught a bad cold, + Only bread and milk she touches, + Except a little gruel, but she burns a great + deal of fuel, and you may count, + ONE, TWO, THREE, a great many times, + while she hobbles across the room on her + crutches. + + + + + 19 + + How many Lives has the Cat got? + NONE! + Is it true then, as they said, + That poor old Puss is dead, + So many lives as she'd got? + + 20 + + Yes, the song has all been said, + And poor old Puss is dead, + Let it never be forgot; + Although not ONE, TWO, THREE, but + NINE LIVES she had got. + + + + [Illustration: TAILPIECE] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Nine Lives of A Cat, by Charles Bennett + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23332.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23332.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2692d4bb74dd18d8d4b5917c956a8ab366b561da --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23332.txt @@ -0,0 +1,250 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Anne Storer, and the Project +Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original lovely illustrations. + See 23332-h.htm or 23332-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h/23332-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h.zip) + + + + + +GREETINGS FROM LONGFELLOW + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + +Copyright 1907 +Cupples & Leon Co. +New York + + + * * * * * + + + Sail on, O Ship of State! + Sail on, O Union, strong and great! + Humanity with all its fears, + With all the hopes of future years, + Is hanging breathless on thy fate! + We know what Master laid thy keel, + What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, + Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, + What anvils rang, what hammers beat, + In what a forge and what a heat + Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! + Fear not each sudden sound and shock, + 'T is of the wave and not the rock; + 'T is but the flapping of the sail, + And not a rent made by the gale! + In spite of rock and tempest's roar, + In spite of false lights on the shore, + Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! + Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, + Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, + Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, + Are all with thee--are all with thee! + + +[Illustration] + + + + + SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE. + + + Labor with what zeal we will, + Something still remains undone, + Something uncompleted still + Waits the rising of the sun. + + By the bedside, on the stair, + At the threshold, near the gates, + With its menace or its prayer, + Like a mendicant it waits; + + Waits, and will not go away; + Waits, and will not be gainsaid; + By the cares of yesterday + Each to-day is heavier made; + + Till at length the burden seems + Greater than our strength can bear, + Heavy as the weight of dreams, + Pressing on us everywhere. + + And we stand from day to day, + Like the dwarfs of times gone by, + Who, as Northern legends say, + On their shoulders held the sky. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE LADDER OF ST. AUGUSTINE. + + + Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, + That of our vices we can frame + A ladder, if we will but tread + Beneath our feet each deed of shame! + + All common things, each day's events, + That with the hour begin and end, + Our pleasures and our discontents, + Are rounds by which we may ascend. + + We have not wings, we cannot soar; + But we have feet to scale and climb + By slow degrees, by more and more, + The cloudy summits of our time. + + The heights by great men reached and kept + Were not attained by sudden flight, + But they, while their companions slept, + Were toiling upwards in the night. + + Nor deem the irrevocable Past, + As wholly wasted, wholly vain, + If, rising on its wrecks, at last + To something nobler we attain. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + EVANGELINE. + + + "Gabriel! O my beloved!" + Then he beheld, in a dream, once more the home of his childhood; + Green Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers among them, + Village, and mountain, and woodlands; and, walking under their shadow, + As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his vision. + Tears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids, + Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bedside. + Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered + Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue + would have spoken. + Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, + Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. + Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness, + As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement. + All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, + All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing. + All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! + And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, + Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!" + + +[Illustration] + + + + + O little feet! that such long years + Must wander on through hopes and fears, + Must ache and bleed beneath your load; + I, nearer to the wayside inn + Where toil shall cease and rest begin, + Am weary, thinking of your road! + + O little hands! that, weak or strong, + Have still to serve or rule so long, + Have still so long to give or ask; + I, who so much with book and pen + Have toiled among my fellow-men, + Am weary, thinking of your task. + + O little hearts! that throb and beat + With such impatient, feverish heat, + Such limitless and strong desires; + Mine that so long has glowed and burned, + With passions into ashes turned + Now covers and conceals its fires. + + O little souls! as pure and white + And crystalline as rays of light + Direct from heaven, their source divine; + Refracted through the mist of years, + How red my setting sun appears, + How lurid looks this soul of mine! + + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE SINGERS. + + + God sent his Singers upon earth + With songs of sadness and of mirth, + That they might touch the hearts of men, + And bring them back to heaven again. + + The first, a youth with soul of fire, + Held in his hand a golden lyre; + Through groves he wandered, and by streams, + Playing the music of our dreams. + + The second, with a bearded face, + Stood singing in the market-place, + And stirred with accents deep and loud + The hearts of all the listening crowd. + + A gray old man, the third and last, + Sang in cathedrals dim and vast, + While the majestic organ rolled + Contrition from its mouths of gold. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + And those who heard the Singers three + Disputed which the best might be; + For still their music seemed to start + Discordant echoes in each heart. + + But the great Master said, "I see + No best in kind, but in degree; + I gave a various gift to each, + To charm, to strengthen and to teach. + + "These are the three great chords of might, + And he whose ear is tuned aright + Will hear no discord in the three, + But the most perfect harmony." + + +[Illustration] + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23353.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23353.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e5281754d470bd1abb3895538ea4519d25b3ef69 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23353.txt @@ -0,0 +1,567 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Julia Miller and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. A list of the changes +is found at the end of this text. + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children + +No. 10. A HORSE BOOK. + + + + +THE DUMPY BOOKS FOR CHILDREN. + +_Cloth, Royal 32 mo, 1/6 each._ + +1. THE FLAMP, THE AMELIORATOR, AND THE SCHOOLBOY'S APPRENTICE. By E. V. +LUCAS. (_Seventh Thousand._) + +2. MRS. TURNER'S CAUTIONARY STORIES. (_Fifth Thousand._) + +3. THE BAD FAMILY. By MRS. FENWICK. (_Third Thousand._) + +4. THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Illustrated in Colours by HELEN +BANNERMAN. (_Twenty-seventh Thousand._) + +5. THE BOUNTIFUL LADY. By THOMAS COBB. (_Fourth Thousand._) + +6. A CAT BOOK. Portraits by H. OFFICER SMITH. Characteristics by E. V. +LUCAS. (_Eighth Thousand._) + +7. A FLOWER BOOK. Illustrated in Colours by NELLIE BENSON. Story by EDEN +COYBEE. (_Eighth Thousand._) + +8. THE PINK KNIGHT. By J. R. MONSELL. Illustrated in Colours. + +9. THE LITTLE CLOWN. By THOMAS COBB. + +10. A HORSE BOOK. By MARY TOURTEL. Illustrated in Colours. + +11. THE DUMPY BABE. By HENRY MAYER. Illustrated in Colours. + + London: GRANT RICHARDS, + 9 Henrietta Street, W.C. + + + + + A Horse Book + + + BY + MARY TOURTEL + + + LONDON: + GRANT RICHARDS + 1901 + + + + + London + Engraved & Printed + at the + _RACQUET COURT PRESS_ + by + _EDMUND EVANS_ + + + + +CONTENTS. + + + PAGE + + 1. AT PLAY 2 + 2. SCHOOLING 6 + 3. CLEVERNESS 10 + 4. WILLINGNESS 14 + 5. WILFULNESS 18 + 6. INTELLIGENCE 22 + 7. KICKING 26 + 8. GENTLENESS 30 + 9. BITING 34 + 10. TOILING 38 + 11. HUNTING 42 + 12. DUTY 46 + 13. REARING 50 + 14. SAGACITY 54 + 15. BOLTING 58 + 16. PATIENCE 62 + 17. BUCKING 66 + 18. PERSEVERANCE 70 + 19. JIBBING 74 + 20. SERVICE 78 + 21. SHYING 82 + 22. CURIOSITY 86 + 23. FRIENDSHIP 90 + 24. OLD AGE 94 + + + + +[Illustration] + + +AT PLAY. + + + Three little foals you see at play. + They romp and sport all through the day, + But sometimes they are most sedate + And try to ape their mothers' gait. + + They wheel and race and leap and prance, + And sometimes they are said to dance: + But always they will stand and stare + At anyone who passes there. + + + + +SCHOOLING. + + + The horse, like us, must go to school + To learn by precept and by rule. + Like us, he does not love the work, + Like us, he's not allowed to shirk. + + This little instrument you see + Strapped on his back, shaped like a V, + Is a "Dumb Jockey" meant to train + The horse to bear the bit and rein. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +CLEVERNESS. + + + Billy, the circus pony, can + Distinguish letters like a man: + He'll hold up for you in the ring + His D for Dunce and K for King. + + With P for Pony he will show + That he his family name doth know; + And he will find the C for clown + And at his feet will put it down. + + + + +WILLINGNESS. + + +Although this horse is doing all he can to drag his heavy load up the +hill, the lazy boy who is walking beside him, with one hand in his +pocket, beats him cruelly with the stick which he carries. The boy is +too silly or too careless to see how willingly the horse is working. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +WILFULNESS. + + + A horse's great red-letter days + Are days of hunting, when his ways + Are often very wilful. Here + See this John Gilpin in great fear. + + He came out just to see the Meet, + But the horse thought he would compete + With horses, hounds and fox for place, + And led the man this madcap race. + + + + +INTELLIGENCE. + + +On the prairies in the Far West of America a man lost his way. He had no +water to drink, although both he and his horse were parched with thirst. +Not knowing where to find water, he cast the reins on the neck of his +horse. By means of that wonderful intelligence which some people wrongly +call instinct, the horse found his way to a spring, although it was many +miles distant. Thus both man and horse were able to quench their thirst, +and in this way their lives were saved. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +KICKING. + + + These two are very much dismayed + To see the fuss their horse has made + Because this dog in playful mood + Barked in a manner rather rude. + + It is a thing some horses do + Until the driver makes them rue + Their fits of temper. Then they say + That kicking doesn't seem to pay. + + + + +GENTLENESS. + + +These big carthorses and these little children are great friends. +Although the horses are so big, they are very gentle, and allow the +carter's children to lead them home in the evening, or to ride on their +backs. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +BITING. + + + Peggy is the children's pride, + And she allows them all to ride. + She comes to them whene'er they call, + And loves to have them in her stall. + + With others she has wilful ways. + She will be cross with John for days, + Will kick and squeal, will show much spite, + And very often try to bite. + + + + +TOILING. + + +These three horses are ploughing an upland field. They are thoroughly +enjoying themselves, for they are so strong that their work is a +pleasure to them. The ploughman is guiding the plough, so as to keep the +furrows straight. The rooks are soaring round in search of grubs found +in the earth which is turned up by the plough. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +HUNTING. + + + What sweeter sound on winter morn + Than music of the hounds and horn? + What prettier sight could e'er be seen + Than hounds and horses on the green? + + See winding down this country way + An eager throng one winter day. + Keen are the men for sport of course, + But just as keen each hound and horse. + + + + +DUTY. + + +The troop-horse, like all soldiers, has to learn his drill till he +becomes as efficient as his rider. In war he will take his place in his +squadron should his rider have been killed or wounded. In one instance, +several guns of the Royal Horse Artillery were saved by the teams +galloping back to their lines after all the gunners and drivers had been +shot down. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +REARING. + + + Rearing is an awkward vice, + No rider ever thinks it nice. + When the horse prances on two feet + It's difficult to keep one's seat. + + This lady riding in the Row + Is a good rider, you must know. + When on two legs her horse would soar + She quickly brings him down to four. + + + + +SAGACITY. + + +There is danger at this place which the horse can see, but which the +rider fails to detect. They are in the midst of a swamp where one false +step would mean a horrible death in the quagmire on the verge of which +the horse has pulled up. The man uses whip and spur, but the horse +refuses to move. Finally the rider leaves the horse to himself to find a +way round which brings them both to safety. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +BOLTING. + + + See this runaway flecked with foam + Galloping fast as he can for home, + Caring nought for the shouting man + Running also as fast as he can. + + Flung by the bolter on the roadside + Small is his chance of a pleasant ride. + Two legs matched in a race with four-- + Perhaps they'll meet at the stable door. + + + + +PATIENCE. + + + The cab horse is a useful steed, + Ever handy, good at need-- + A patient uncomplaining jade, + What should we do without his aid? + + By day, by night he may be had, + Be the weather good or be it bad. + Many a knock and many a fall + He gets, and yet survives them all. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +BUCKING. + + + When horses buck they take a bound + With all their four feet off the ground. + Unless they know just what to do + And how to keep their seats all through. + + The riders come off fast and thick + When horses start this Yankee trick. + But with the cowboys of the West + The horses come off second best. + + + + +PERSEVERANCE. + + +The horse affords the best example amongst animals of perseverance: he +will go on until he falls exhausted or dead. On the Yorkshire moors, +after a heavy fall of snow, the roads are quite lost, and it often +happens that the mailman has to unharness his horse (the cart being +blocked by the snow), and trust to the horse's courage and endurance to +carry the mails from village to village. It has been known that the +driver has been overcome by the intense cold, when the horse has found +his way unaided to the nearest accustomed stopping place. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +JIBBING. + + + Of all the tiresome steeds that are + The jibber is the worst by far. + He stands and contemplates the scene-- + An act embarrassing and mean. + + And nine times out of ten he chooses + An awkward spot when he refuses + To move. To cure him, take him out + And turn the jibber round about. + + + + +SERVICE. + + + The Bus horse does not work all day, + For if he did he'd waste away. + He does his work and then is able + To take a long rest in the stable. + + When summer suns beat down upon it + His head is sheltered by a bonnet; + And though it makes him look a duffer, + He hasn't half the heat to suffer. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +SHYING. + + + "A wicked horse," perhaps you say, + "To shy in such a sudden way, + And almost make his rider fall. + It is not nice of him at all." + + It was not wickedness, but fear. + That dreadful white thing rushing near + Appeared to his affrighted eyes + Full seven times its proper size. + + + + +CURIOSITY. + + + All horses very curious are + And things which they espy afar + Arouse their curiosity: + They wonder what on earth they see. + + With ears pricked up and cautious mien + They come to see. When they have seen, + They snort and turn and off they scurry + In a contemptuous desperate hurry. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +FRIENDSHIP. + + +A beautiful racehorse became very much attached to a cat. So much so +that he was never happy unless the cat was near him, either sleeping +curled up on his back or somewhere in his stall. They became such close +companions that when the horse was taken abroad to run in some races for +which he had been entered, he became so dejected at being separated from +his companion that it was found necessary that the cat should always +accompany him in his horse-box wherever he went. + + + + +OLD AGE. + + + This horse's working days are o'er. + The shafts and saddle nevermore + Shall hold him. Here he waits his end + Cared for by those who love to tend + + An old companion. He may rest + In his loose box or take the best + Of grazing which the meadows give-- + A pensioner while he shall live. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + +The following correction was made: + +Page Correction +67 seats all through changed to seats all through. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23355.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23355.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2a49e27a66e0a06ae7bdcc2ba0748a587ff08517 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23355.txt @@ -0,0 +1,329 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE LITTLE VIOLINIST. + +By Thomas Bailey Aldrich + +Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company + +Copyright, 1873, 1885, and 1901 + + + Weep with me, all you that read + This little story; + And know, for whom a tear you shed, + Death's self is sorry. + + Ben Jonson. + + +This story is no invention of mine. I could not invent anything half +so lovely and pathetic as seems to me the incident which has come +ready-made to my hand. + +Some of you, doubtless, have heard of James Speaight, the infant +violinist, or Young Americus, as he was called. He was born in London, I +believe, and was only four years old when his father brought him to this +country, less than three years ago. Since that time he has appeared in +concerts and various entertainments in many of our principal cities, +attracting unusual attention by his musical skill. I confess, however, +that I had not heard of him until last month, though it seems he had +previously given two or three public performances in the city where I +live. I had not heard of him, I say, until last month; but since then I +do not think a day has passed when this child's face has not risen up in +my memory--the little half-sad face, as I saw it once, with its large, +serious eyes and infantile mouth. + +I have, I trust, great tenderness for all children; but I know that I +have a special place in my heart for those poor little creatures who +figure in circuses and shows, or elsewhere, as "infant prodigies." +Heaven help such little folk! It was an unkind fate that did not make +them commonplace, stupid, happy girls and boys like our own Fannys and +Charleys and Harrys. Poor little waifs, that never know any babyhood or +childhood--sad human midges, that flutter for a moment in the glare of +the gaslights, and are gone. Pitiful little children, whose tender limbs +and minds are so torn and strained by thoughtless task-masters, that it +seems scarcely a regrettable thing when the circus caravan halts awhile +on its route to make a small grave by the wayside. + +I never witness a performance of child-acrobats, or the exhibition of +any forced talent, physical or mental, on the part of children, without +protesting, at least in my own mind, against the blindness and cruelty +of their parents or guardians, or whoever has care of them. + +I saw at the theatre, the other night, two tiny girls--mere babies they +were--doing such feats upon a bar of wood suspended from the ceiling as +made my blood run cold. They were twin sisters, these mites, with that +old young look on their faces which all such unfortunates have. I hardly +dared glance at them, up there in the air, hanging by their feet from +the swinging bar, twisting their fragile spines and distorting their +poor little bodies, when they ought to have been nestled in soft +blankets in a cosey chamber, with the angels that guard the sleep of +little children hovering above them. I hope that the father of those two +babies will read and ponder this page, on which I record not alone my +individual protest, but the protest of hundreds of men and women who +took no pleasure in that performance, but witnessed it with a pang of +pity. + +There is a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Dumb Animals. There +ought to be a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Little Children; +and a certain influential gentleman, who does some things well and other +things very badly, ought to attend to it. The name of this gentleman is +Public Opinion.{1} + + 1 This sketch was written in 1874. The author claims for it + no other merit than that of having been among the earliest + appeals for the formation of such a Society as now exists-- + the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to + Children. + +But to my story. + +One September morning, about five years and a half ago, there wandered +to my fireside, hand in hand, two small personages who requested in a +foreign language, which I understood at once, to be taken in and fed and +clothed and sent to school and loved and tenderly cared for. Very modest +of them--was it not?--in view of the fact that I had never seen either +of them before. To all intents and purposes they were perfect strangers +to _me_. What was my surprise when it turned out (just as if it were in +a fairy legend) that these were my own sons! When I say they came hand +in hand, it is to advise you that these two boys were twins, like that +pair of tiny girls I just mentioned. + +These young gentlemen are at present known as Charley and Talbot, in the +household, and to a very limited circle of acquaintances outside; but as +Charley has declared his intention to become a circus-rider, and Talbot, +who has not so soaring an ambition, has resolved to be a policeman, it +is likely the world will hear of them before long. In the mean time, and +with a view to the severe duties of the professions selected, they are +learning the alphabet, Charley vaulting over the hard letters with an +agility which promises well for his career as circus-rider, and Talbot +collaring the slippery S's and pursuing the suspicious X Y Z's with the +promptness and boldness of a night-watchman. + +Now it is my pleasure not only to feed and clothe Masters Charley and +Talbot as if they were young princes or dukes, but to look to it that +they do not wear out their ingenious minds by too much study. So I +occasionally take them to a puppet-show or a musical entertainment, and +always in holiday time to see a pantomime. This last is their especial +delight. It is a fine thing to behold the business-like air with which +they climb into their seats in the parquet, and the gravity with which +they immediately begin to read the play-bill upside down. Then, between +the acts, the solemnity with which they extract the juice from an +orange, through a hole made with a lead-pencil, is also a noticeable +thing. + +Their knowledge of the mysteries of Fairyland is at once varied and +profound. Everything delights, but nothing astonishes them. That people +covered with spangles should dive headlong through the floor; that +fairy queens should step out of the trunks of trees; that the poor +wood-cutter's cottage should change, in the twinkling of an eye, into a +glorious palace or a goblin grotto under the sea, with crimson fountains +and golden staircases and silver foliage--all that is a matter of +course. This is the kind of world they live in at present. If these +things happened at home they would not be astonished. + +The other day, it was just before Christmas, I saw the boys attentively +regarding a large pumpkin which lay on the kitchen floor, waiting to +be made into pies. If that pumpkin had suddenly opened, if wheels +had sprouted out on each side, and if the two kittens playing with an +onion-skin by the range had turned into milk-white ponies and harnessed +themselves to this Cinderella coach, neither Charley nor Talbot would +have considered it an unusual circumstance. + +The pantomime which is usually played at the Boston Theatre during the +holidays is to them positive proof that the stories of Cinderella +and Jack of the Beanstalk and Jack the Giant-Killer have historical +solidity. They like to be reassured on that point. So one morning last +January, when I informed Charley and Talbot, at the breakfast-table, +that Prince Rupert and his court had come to town, + + "Some in jags, + Some in rags, + And some in velvet gown," + +the news was received with great satisfaction; for this meant that we +were to go to the play. + +For the sake of the small folk, who could not visit him at night, Prince +Rupert was gracious enough to appear every Saturday afternoon during the +month. We decided to wait upon his Highness at one of his _matinees_. + +You would never have dreamed that the sun was shining brightly +outside, if you had been with us in the theatre that afternoon. All the +window-shutters were closed, and the great glass chandelier hanging from +the gayly painted dome was one blaze of light. + +But brighter even than the jets of gas were the ruddy, eager faces of +countless boys and girls, fringing the balconies and crowded into the +seats below, longing for the play to begin. And nowhere were there two +merrier or more eager faces than those of Charley and Talbot, pecking +now and then at a brown paper cone filled with white grapes, which I +held, and waiting for the solemn green curtain to roll up, and disclose +the coral realm of the Naiad Queen. + +I shall touch very lightly on the literary aspects of the play. Its +plot, like that of the modern novel, was of so subtile a nature as not +to be visible to the naked eye. I doubt if the dramatist himself could +have explained it, even if he had been so condescending as to attempt to +do so. There was a bold young prince--Prince Rupert, of course--who +went into Wonderland in search of adventures. He reached Wonderland by +leaping from the castle of Drachenfels into the Rhine. Then there was +one Snaps, the prince's valet, who did not in the least want to go, but +went, and got terribly frightened by the Green Demons of the Chrysolite +Cavern, which made us all laugh--it being such a pleasant thing to see +somebody else scared nearly to death. Then there were knights in brave +tin armor, and armies of fair pre-Raphaelite amazons in all the colors +of the rainbow, and troops of unhappy slave-girls, who did nothing but +smile and wear beautiful dresses, and dance continually to the most +delightful music. Now you were in an enchanted castle on the banks of +the Rhine, and now you were in a cave of amethysts and diamonds at +the bottom of the river--scene following scene with such bewildering +rapidity that finally you did not quite know where you were. + +But what interested me most, and what pleased Charley and Talbot even +beyond the Naiad Queen herself, was the little violinist who came to the +German Court, and played before Prince Rupert and his bride. + +It was such a little fellow! He was not more than a year older than my +own boys, and not much taller. He had a very sweet, sensitive face, with +large gray eyes, in which there was a deep-settled expression that I do +not like to see in a child. Looking at his eyes alone, you would have +said he was sixteen or seventeen, and he was merely a baby! + +I do not know enough of music to assert that he had wonderful genius, +or any genius at all; but it seemed to me he played charmingly, and with +the touch of a natural musician. + +At the end of his piece, he was lifted over the foot-lights of the stage +into the orchestra, where, with the conductor's _baton_ in his hand, he +directed the band in playing one or two difficult compositions. In this +he evinced a carefully trained ear and a perfect understanding of the +music. + +I wanted to hear the little violin again; but as he made his bow to the +audience and ran off, it was with a half-wearied air, and I did not join +with my neighbors in calling him back. "There 's another performance +to-night," I reflected, "and the little fellow is n't very strong." He +came out, however, and bowed, but did not play again. + +All the way home from the theatre my children were full of the little +violinist, and as they went along, chattering and frolicking in front of +me, and getting under my feet like a couple of young spaniels (they +did not look unlike two small brown spaniels, with their fur-trimmed +overcoats and sealskin caps and ear-lappets), I could not help thinking +how different the poor little musician's lot was from theirs. + +He was only six years and a half old, and had been before the public +nearly three years. What hours of toil and weariness he must have been +passing through at the very time when my little ones were being rocked +and petted and shielded from every ungentle wind that blows! And what an +existence was his now--travelling from city to city, practising at every +spare moment, and performing night after night in some close theatre or +concert-room when he should be drinking in that deep, refreshing slumber +which childhood needs! However much he was loved by those who had charge +of him, and they must have treated him kindly, it was a hard life for +the child. + +He ought to have been turned out into the sunshine; that pretty +violin--one can easily understand that he was fond of it himself--ought +to have been taken away from him, and a kite-string placed in his hand +instead. If God had set the germ of a great musician or a great composer +in that slight body, surely it would have been wise to let the precious +gift ripen and flower in its own good season. + +This is what I thought, walking home In the amber glow of the wintry +sunset; but my boys saw only the bright side of the tapestry, and +would have liked nothing better than to change places with little James +Speaight. To stand in the midst of Fairyland, and play beautiful tunes +on a toy fiddle, while all the people clapped their hands--what could +quite equal that? Charley began to think it was no such grand thing +to be a circus-rider, and the dazzling career of policeman had lost +something of its glamour in the eyes of Talbot. + +It is my custom every night, after the children are snug in their nests +and the gas is turned down, to sit on the side of the bed and chat with +them five or ten minutes. If anything has gone wrong through the day, it +is never alluded to at this time. None but the most agreeable topics +are discussed. I make it a point that the boys shall go to sleep with +untroubled hearts. When our chat is ended, they say their prayers. +Now, among the pleas which they offer up for the several members of the +family, they frequently intrude the claims of rather curious objects for +Divine compassion. Sometimes it is the rocking-horse that has broken a +leg, sometimes it is Shem or Japhet, who has lost an arm in disembarking +from Noah's ark; Pinky and Inky, the kittens, and Bob, the dog, are +never forgotten. + +So it did not surprise me at all this Saturday night when both boys +prayed God to watch over and bless the little violinist. + +The next morning at the breakfast-table, when I unfolded the newspaper, +the first paragraph my eyes fell upon was this:-- + + "James Speaight, the infant violinist, died in this city + late on Saturday night. At the _matinee_ of the 'Naiad + Queen' on the afternoon of that day, when little James + Speaight came off the stage, after giving his usual violin + performance, Mr. Shewell {1} noticed that he appeared + fatigued, and asked if he felt ill. He replied that he had a + pain in his heart, and then Mr. Shewell suggested that he + remain away from the evening performance. He retired quite + early, and about midnight his father heard him say, + '_Gracious God, make room for another little child in + Heaven._' No sound was heard after this, and his father + spoke to him soon afterwards; he received no answer, but + found his child dead." + + 1 The stage-manager. + +The printed letters grew dim and melted into each other, as I tried to +re-read them. + +I glanced across the table at Charley and Talbot eating their breakfast, +with the slanted sunlight from the window turning their curls into real +gold, and I had not the heart to tell them what had happened. + +Of all the prayers that floated up to heaven, that Saturday night, from +the bedsides of sorrowful men and women, or from the cots of innocent +children, what accents could have fallen more piteously and tenderly +upon the ear of a listening angel than the prayer of little James +Speaight! He knew he was dying. The faith he had learned, perhaps while +running at his mother's side, in some green English lane, came to him +then. He remembered it was Christ who said, "Suffer the little children +to come unto me;" and the beautiful prayer rose to his lips, "Gracious +God, make room for another little child in Heaven." + +I folded up the newspaper silently, and throughout the day I did not +speak before the boys of the little violinist's death; but when the time +came for our customary chat in the nursery, I told the story to Charley +and Talbot. I do not think that they understood it very well, and still +less did they understand why I lingered so much longer than usual by +their bedside that Sunday night. + +As I sat there in the dimly lighted room, it seemed to me that I could +hear, in the pauses of the winter wind, faintly and doubtfully somewhere +in the distance, the sound of the little violin. + +Ah, that little violin!--a cherished relic now. Perhaps it plays soft, +plaintive airs all by itself, in the place where it is kept, missing the +touch of the baby fingers which used to waken it into life! + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Little Violinist, by Thomas Bailey Aldrich + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23360.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23360.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dd1da790dec4bc6e365a173336df7b3095de0283 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23360.txt @@ -0,0 +1,213 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +OUR NEW NEIGHBORS AT PONKAPOG + +By Thomas Bailey Aldrich + +Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company + +Copyright, 1873, 1885, and 1901 + + +When I saw the little house building, an eighth of a mile beyond my own, +on the Old Bay Road, I wondered who were to be the tenants. The modest +structure was set well back from the road, among the trees, as if +the inmates were to care nothing whatever for a view of the stylish +equipages which sweep by during the summer season. For my part, I +like to see the passing, in town or country; but each has his own +unaccountable taste. The proprietor, who seemed to be also the architect +of the new house, superintended the various details of the work with an +assiduity that gave me a high opinion of his intelligence and executive +ability, and I congratulated myself on the prospect of having some very +agreeable neighbors. + +It was quite early in the spring, if I remember, when they moved into +the cottage--a newly married couple, evidently: the wife very young, +pretty, and with the air of a lady; the husband somewhat older, but +still in the first flush of manhood. It was understood in the village +that they came from Baltimore; but no one knew them personally, and they +brought no letters of introduction. (For obvious reasons I refrain from +mentioning names.) It was clear that, for the present at least, their +own company was entirely sufficient for them. They made no advances +toward the acquaintance of any of the families in the neighborhood, and +consequently were left to themselves. That, apparently, was what they +desired, and why they came to Ponkapog. For after its black bass and +wild duck and teal, solitude is the chief staple of Ponkapog. Perhaps +its perfect rural loveliness should be included. Lying high up under the +wing of the Blue Hills, and in the odorous breath of pines and cedars, +it chances to be the most enchanting bit of unlaced dishevelled country +within fifty miles of Boston, which, moreover, can be reached in half +an hour’s ride by railway. But the nearest railway station (Heaven be +praised!) is two miles distant, and the seclusion is without a flaw. +Ponkapog has one mail a day; two mails a day would render the place +uninhabitable. + +The village--it looks like a compact village at a distance, but unravels +and disappears the moment you drive into it--has quite a large floating +population. I do not allude to the perch and pickerel in Ponk-apog Pond. +Along the Old Bay Road, a highway even in the colonial days, there are a +number of attractive villas and cottages straggling off towards Milton, +which are occupied for the summer by people from the city. These birds +of passage are a distinct class from the permanent inhabitants, and +the two seldom closely assimilate unless there has been some previous +connection. It seemed to me that our new neighbors were to come under +the head of permanent inhabitants; they had built their own house, and +had the air of intending to live in it all the year round. + +“Are you not going to call on them?” I asked my wife one morning. + +“When they call on _us_,” she replied lightly. + +“But it is our place to call first, they being strangers.” + +This was said as seriously as the circumstance demanded; but my wife +turned it off with a laugh, and I said no more, always trusting to her +intuitions in these matters. + +She was right. She would not have been received, and a cool “Not at +home” would have been a bitter social pill to us if we had gone out of +our way to be courteous. + +I saw a great deal of our neighbors, nevertheless. Their cottage lay +between us and the post-office--where _he_ was never to be met with by +any chance--and I caught frequent glimpses of the two working in the +garden, floriculture did not appear so much an object as exercise. +Possibly it was neither; may be they were engaged in digging for +specimens of those arrowheads and flint hatchets which are continually +coming to the surface hereabouts. There is scarcely an acre in which the +ploughshare has not turned up some primitive stone weapon or domestic +utensil, disdainfully left to us by the red men who once held this +domain--an ancient tribe called the Punkypoags, a forlorn descendant +of which, one Polly Crowd, figures in the annual Blue Book, down to +the close of the Southern war, as a state pensioner. At that period she +appears to have struck a trail to the Happy Hunting Grounds. I quote +from the local historiographer. + +Whether they were developing a kitchen garden, or emulating Professor +Schliemann at Mycenæ, the new-comers were evidently persons of refined +musical taste: the lady had a contralto voice of remarkable sweetness, +although of no great compass, and I used often to linger of a morning by +the high gate and listen to her executing an arietta, conjecturally at +some window upstairs, for the house was not visible from the turnpike. +The husband, somewhere about the grounds, would occasionally respond +with two or three bars. It was all quite an ideal, Arcadian business. +They seemed very happy together, these two persons, who asked no odds +whatever of the community in which they had settled themselves. + +There was a queerness, a sort of mystery, about this couple which I +admit piqued my curiosity, though as a rule I have no morbid interest in +the affairs of my neighbors. They behaved like a pair of lovers who +had run off and got married clandestinely. I willingly acquitted them, +however, of having done anything unlawful; for, to change a word in the +lines of the poet, + + “It is a joy to _think_ the best + We may of human kind.” + +Admitting the hypothesis of elopement, there was no mystery in their +neither sending nor receiving letters. But where did they get their +groceries? I do not mean the money to pay for them--that is an enigma +apart--but the groceries themselves. No express wagon, no butcher’s +cart, no vehicle of any description, was ever observed to stop at their +domicile. Yet they did not order family stores at the sole establishment +in the village--an inexhaustible little bottle of a shop which, I +advertise it gratis, can turn out anything in the way of groceries, +from a handsaw to a pocket-handkerchief. I confess that I allowed this +unimportant detail of their _ménage_ to occupy more of my speculation +than was creditable to me. + +In several respects our neighbors reminded me of those inexplicable +persons we sometimes come across in great cities, though seldom or never +in suburban places, where the field may be supposed too restricted for +their operations--persons who have no perceptible means of subsistence, +and manage to live royally on nothing a year. They hold no government +bonds, they possess no real estate (our neighbors did own their house), +they toil not, neither do they spin; yet they reap all the numerous soft +advantages that usually result from honest toil and skilful spinning. +How do they do it? But this is a digression, and I am quite of the +opinion of the old lady in “David Copperfield,” who says, “Let us have +no meandering!” + +Though my wife had declined to risk a ceremonious call on our neighbors +as a family, I saw no reason why I should not speak to the husband as +an individual, when I happened to encounter him by the wayside. I made +several approaches to do so, when it occurred to my penetration that +my neighbor had the air of trying to avoid me. I resolved to put the +suspicion to the test, and one forenoon, when he was sauntering along +on the opposite side of the road, in the vicinity of Fisher’s sawmill, I +deliberately crossed over to address him. The brusque manner in which he +hurried away was not to be misunderstood. Of course I was not going to +force myself upon him. + +It was at this time that I began to formulate uncharitable suppositions +touching our neighbors, and would have been as well pleased if some of +my choicest fruit trees had not overhung their wall. I determined to +keep my eyes open later in the season, when the fruit should be ripe +to pluck. In some folks, a sense of the delicate shades of difference +between _meum_ and _tuum_ does not seem to be very strongly developed in +the Moon of Cherries, to use the old Indian phrase. + +I was sufficiently magnanimous not to impart any of these sinister +impressions to the families with whom we were on visiting terms; for I +despise a gossip. I would say nothing against the persons up the road +until I had something definite to say. My interest in them was--well, +not exactly extinguished, but burning low. I met the gentleman at +intervals, and passed him without recognition; at rarer intervals I saw +the lady. + +After a while I not only missed my occasional glimpses of her pretty, +slim figure, always draped in some soft black stuff with a bit of +scarlet at the throat, but I inferred that she did not go about the +house singing in her light-hearted manner, as formerly. What had +happened? Had the honeymoon suffered eclipse already? Was she ill? +I fancied she was ill, and that I detected a certain anxiety in the +husband, who spent the mornings digging solitarily in the garden and +seemed to have relinquished those long jaunts to the brow of Blue Hill, +where there is a superb view of all Norfolk County combined with sundry +venerable rattlesnakes with twelve rattles. + +As the days went by it became certain that the lady was confined to the +house, perhaps seriously ill, possibly a confirmed invalid. Whether she +was attended by a physician from Canton or from Milton, I was unable to +say; but neither the gig with the large white allopathic horse, nor the +gig with the homoeopathic sorrel mare, was ever seen hitched at the gate +during the day. If a physician had charge of the case, he visited his +patient only at night. All this moved my sympathy, and I reproached +myself with having had hard thoughts of our neighbors. Trouble had come +to them early. I would have liked to offer them such small, friendly +services as lay in my power; but the memory of the repulse I had +sustained still rankled in me. So I hesitated. + +One morning my two boys burst into the library with their eyes +sparkling. + +“You know the old elm down the road?” cried one. + +“Yes.” + +“The elm with the hang-bird’s nest?” shrieked the other. + +“Yes, yes!” + +“Well, we both just climbed up, and there’s three young ones in it!” + +Then I smiled to think that our new neighbors had got such a promising +little family. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23361.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23361.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c694a35ee0e5a0125db9ab761de64ee898979855 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23361.txt @@ -0,0 +1,264 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +PÈRE ANTOINE’S DATE-PALM. + +By Thomas Bailey Aldrich + +Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company + +Copyright, 1873, 1885, and 1901 + + +Near the Levée, and not far from the old French Cathedral in the Place +d’Armes, at New Orleans, stands a fine date-palm, thirty feet in height, +spreading its broad leaves in the alien air as hardily as if its sinuous +roots were sucking strength from their native earth. + +Sir Charles Lyell, in his Second Visit to the United States, mentions +this exotic: “The tree is seventy or eighty years old; for Père Antoine, +a Roman Catholic priest, who died about twenty years ago, told Mr. +Bringier that he planted it himself, when he was young. In his will he +provided that they who succeeded to this lot of ground should forfeit it +if they cut down the palm.” + +Wishing to learn something of Père Antoine’s history, Sir Charles Lyell +made inquiries among the ancient créole inhabitants of the faubourg. +That the old priest, in his last days, became very much emaciated, that +he walked about the streets like a mummy, that he gradually dried up, +and finally blew away, was the meagre and unsatisfactory result of the +tourist’s investigations. This is all that is generally told of Père +Antoine. In the summer of 1861, while New Orleans was yet occupied by +the Confederate forces, I met at Alexandria, in Virginia, a lady from +Louisiana--Miss Blondeau by name--who gave me the substance of the +following legend touching Père Antoine and his wonderful date-palm. If +it should appear tame to the reader, it will be because I am not habited +in a black ribbed-silk dress, with a strip of point-lace around my +throat, like Miss Blondeau; it will be because I lack her eyes and lips +and Southern music to tell it with. + +When Père Antoine was a very young man, he had a friend whom he loved +as he loved his life. Emile Jardin returned his passion, and the two, +on account of their friendship, became the marvel of the city where they +dwelt. One was never seen without the other; for they studied, walked, +ate, and slept together. + +Thus began Miss Blondeau, with the air of Fiammetta telling her +prettiest story to the Florentines in the garden of Boccaccio. + +Antoine and Emile were preparing to enter the Church; indeed, they had +taken the preliminary steps, when a circumstance occurred which changed +the color of their lives. A foreign lady, from some nameless island in +the Pacific, had a few months before moved into their neighborhood. The +lady died suddenly, leaving a girl of sixteen or seventeen, entirely +friendless and unprovided for. The young men had been kind to the woman +during her illness, and at her death--melting with pity at the forlorn +situation of Anglice, the daughter--swore between themselves to love and +watch over her as if she were their sister. + +Now Anglice had a wild, strange beauty that made other women seem tame +beside her; and in the course of time the young men found themselves +regarding their ward not so much like brothers as at first. In brief, +they found themselves in love with her. + +They struggled with their hopeless passion month after month, neither +betraying his secret to the other; for the austere orders which they +were about to assume precluded the idea of love and marriage. Until then +they had dwelt in the calm air of religious meditations, unmoved +except by that pious fervor which in other ages taught men to brave the +tortures of the rack and to smile amid the flames. But a blonde girl, +with great eyes and a voice like the soft notes of a vesper hymn, had +come in between them and their ascetic dreams of heaven. The ties that +had bound the young men together snapped silently one by one. At last +each read in the pale face of the other the story of his own despair. + +And she? If Anglice shared their trouble, her face told no story. It was +like the face of a saint on a cathedral window. Once, however, as she +came suddenly upon the two men and overheard words that seemed to burn +like fire on the lip of the speaker, her eyes grew luminous for an +instant. Then she passed on, her face as immobile as before in its +setting of wavy gold hair. + + “Entre or et roux Dieu fit ses longs cheveux.” + +One night Emile and Anglice were missing. They had flown--but whither, +nobody knew, and nobody, save Antoine, cared. It was a heavy blow to +Antoine--for he had himself half resolved to confess his love to Anglice +and urge her to fly with him. + +A strip of paper slipped from a volume on Antoine’s prie-dieu, and +fluttered to his feet. + +“_Do not be angry,_” said the bit of paper, piteously; “_forgive us, for +we love_.” (Par-donnez-nous, car nous aimons.) + +Three years went by wearily enough. Antoine had entered the Church, and +was already looked upon as a rising man; but his face was pale and his +heart leaden, for there was no sweetness in life for him. + +Four years had elapsed, when a letter, covered with outlandish +postmarks, was brought to the young priest--a letter from Anglice. She +was dying;--would he forgive her? Emile, the year previous, had fallen a +victim to the fever that raged on the island; and their child, Anglice, +was likely to follow him. In pitiful terms she begged Antoine to take +charge of the child until she was old enough to enter the convent of the +Sacré-Cour. The epistle was finished hastily by another hand, informing +Antoine of Madame Jardin’s death; it also told him that Anglice had been +placed on board a vessel shortly to leave the island for some Western +port. + +The letter, delayed by storm and shipwreck, was hardly read and wept +over when little Anglice arrived. + +On beholding her, Antoine uttered a cry of joy and surprise--she was so +like the woman he had worshipped. + +The passion that had been crowded down in his heart broke out and +lavished its rich-ness on this child, who was to him not only the +Anglice of years ago, but his friend Emile Jardin also. + +Anglice possessed the wild, strange beauty of her mother--the bending, +willowy form, the rich tint of skin, the large tropical eyes, that had +almost made Antoine’s sacred robes a mockery to him. + +For a month or two Anglice was wildly unhappy in her new home. She +talked continually of the bright country where she was born, the fruits +and flowers and blue skies, the tall, fan-like trees, and the streams +that went murmuring through them to the sea. Antoine could not pacify +her. + +By and by she ceased to weep, and went about the cottage in a weary, +disconsolate way that cut Antoine to the heart. A long-tailed paroquet, +which she had brought with her in the ship, walked solemnly behind her +from room to room, mutely pining, it seemed, for those heavy orient airs +that used to ruffle its brilliant plumage. + +Before the year ended, he noticed that the ruddy tinge had faded from +her cheek, that her eyes had grown languid, and her slight figure more +willowy than ever. + +A physician was consulted. He could discover nothing wrong with the +child, except this fading and drooping. He failed to account for that. +It was some vague disease of the mind, he said, beyond his skill. + +So Anglice faded day after day. She seldom left the room now. At last +Antoine could not shut out the fact that the child was passing away. He +had learned to love her so! + +“Dear heart,” he said once, “what is’t ails thee?” + +“Nothing, mon père,” for so she called him. + +The winter passed, the balmy spring had come with its magnolia blooms +and orange blossoms, and Anglice seemed to revive. In her small bamboo +chair, on the porch, she swayed to and fro in the fragrant breeze, with +a peculiar undulating motion, like a graceful tree. + +At times something seemed to weigh upon her mind. Antoine observed it, +and waited. Finally she spoke. + +“Near our house,” said little Anglice--“near our house, on the island, +the palm-trees are waving under the blue sky. Oh, how beautiful! I seem +to lie beneath them all day long. I am very, very happy. I yearned for +them so much that I grew ill--don’t you think it was so, mon père?” + +“Hélas, yes!” exclaimed Antoine, suddenly. “Let us hasten to those +pleasant islands where the palms are waving.” + +Anglice smiled. + +“I am going there, mon père.” + +A week from that evening the wax candles burned at her feet and +forehead, lighting her on the journey. + +All was over. Now was Antoine’s heart empty. Death, like another Emile, +had stolen his new Anglice. He had nothing to do but to lay the blighted +flower away. + +Père Antoine made a shallow grave in his garden, and heaped the fresh +brown mould over his idol. + +In the tranquil spring evenings, the priest was seen sitting by the +mound, his finger closed in the unread breviary. + +The summer broke on that sunny land; and in the cool morning twilight, +and after nightfall, Antoine lingered by the grave. He could never be +with it enough. + +One morning he observed a delicate stem, with two curiously shaped +emerald leaves, springing up from the centre of the mound. At first he +merely noticed it casually; but presently the plant grew so tall, +and was so strangely unlike anything he had ever seen before, that he +examined it with care. + +How straight and graceful and exquisite it was! When it swung to and fro +with the summer wind, in the twilight, it seemed to Antoine as if little +Anglice were standing there in the garden. + +The days stole by, and Antoine tended the fragile shoot, wondering what +manner of blossom it would unfold, white, or scarlet, or golden. One +Sunday, a stranger, with a bronzed, weather-beaten face like a sailor’s, +leaned over the garden rail, and said to him, + +“What a fine young date-palm you have there, sir!” + +“Mon Dieu!” cried Père Antoine starting, “and is it a palm?” + +“Yes, indeed,” returned the man. “I did n’t reckon the tree would +flourish in this latitude.” + +“Ah, mon Dieu!” was all the priest could say aloud; but he murmured to +himself, “Bon Dieu, vous m’avez donné cela!” + +If Père Antoine loved the tree before, he worshipped it now. He watered +it, and nurtured it, and could have clasped it in his arms. Here were +Emile and Anglice and the child, all in one! + +The years glided away, and the date-palm and the priest grew +together--only one became vigorous and the other feeble. Père Antoine +had long passed the meridian of life. The tree was in its youth. It no +longer stood in an isolated garden; for pretentious brick and stucco +houses had clustered about Antoine’s cottage. They looked down scowling +on the humble thatched roof. The city was edging up, trying to crowd him +off his land. But he clung to it like lichen and refused to sell. + +Speculators piled gold on his doorsteps, and he laughed at them. +Sometimes he was hungry, and cold, and thinly clad; but he laughed none +the less. + +“Get thee behind me, Satan!” said the old priest’s smile. + +Père Antoine was very old now, scarcely able to walk; but he could sit +under the pliant, caressing leaves of his palm, loving it like an Arab; +and there he sat till the grimmest of speculators came to him. But even +in death Père Antoine was faithful to his trust. + +The owner of that land loses it if he harm the date-tree. + +And there it stands in the narrow, dingy street, a beautiful, dreamy +stranger, an exquisite foreign lady whose grace is a joy to the eye, the +incense of whose breath makes the air enamored. May the hand wither that +touches her ungently! + +“_Because it grew from the heart of little Anglice_,” said Miss Blondeau +tenderly. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg’s Père Antoine’s Date-Palm, by Thomas Bailey Aldrich + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23397.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23397.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..69fe5c4ac94cffb0ad79a705f0cc9de478e094ec --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23397.txt @@ -0,0 +1,255 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The University of Florida, The Internet +Archive/Children's Library) + + + + + + + DUTTON'S 'SPARKLING' SERIES. + + [Illustration] + + AT THE + SEASIDE. + + By Mrs Grey. + + Verses by + Mrs Warner-Sleigh + + +E. P. 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March + + Illustrated + in Colours + + _London:_ + GRANT RICHARDS + 1902 + + + + + THE DUMPY BOOKS + FOR CHILDREN + + + 18. Little White Barbara + + + + + [Illustration {Publisher's Device: + Sir Joseph Causton & Sons Ltd. / London}] + + * * * * * + * * * * + +This is Little White Barbara. She was +called Little White Barbara because she +had such a white face. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +She lived with her two aunts, Aunt Dosy +and Aunt Posy. + + +This is Aunt Dosy. + + +This is Aunt Posy. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +They were very kind to her. All day long +they used to talk about what she ought +to do to get fat and rosy. + + +Every morning Aunt Dosy gave Little +White Barbara cod liver oil to make her +fat. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +And Aunt Posy rubbed her cheeks with a +rough towel to make them red. + + +If it was raining they made her sit +indoors all day by the fire. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +And if it was hot they fanned her all +day long to keep her cool. + + +But still she only got paler and paler, + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +And thinner and thinner. + + +Until at last she almost faded away, and +you could only see her by looking +through a telescope. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +And then Aunt Dosy and Aunt Posy began +to cry and say, "Oh, dear, what shall we +do!" + +They cried so hard that their caps fell +off, and then they said: "We will send +for Dr. Funnyman." + + +When Dr. Funnyman came he looked at +Little White Barbara through an +eye-glass and a magnifying glass and an +opera-glass and a telescope, and then he +said to Aunt Dosy and Aunt Posy: "You +must go to London and buy her some +Laughing Medicine. I will send her +something to do her good till you come +back." + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +So Aunt Dosy and Aunt Posy went to +London to buy the Laughing Medicine. And +the Doctor sent Barbara--what do you +think?--not a bottle of medicine, but + +His naughty little boy Tommy to play +with her. + + +Tommy looked very funny. He had a frog +in one pocket and a guinea-pig in the +other, and directly Barbara saw him + + [Illustration] + +She began to laugh. + + +And she laughed and laughed, and all the +time + +[_opposite_] + + [Illustration: HER FACE + GOT FATTER + AND FATTER + AND FATTER + AND FATTER!] + + +And then Tommy showed her how to climb +trees, but + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +She fell down, and then she began to +laugh so much that + +This time she got so fat, all the +buttons came off the back of her frock. + + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + +Then they ran races round the garden +till Barbara's cheeks got quite red, and + +Tommy showed her how to play leap-frog, +and she was so hungry at tea-time that + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +She ate twenty-two pieces of +bread-and-butter and seventeen pieces of +bread-and-jam, and drank ten cups of +milk, and + +When Aunt Dosy and Aunt Posy came back +from London,--where they could not find +any Laughing Medicine in any of the +shops,-- + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +They found Little White Barbara quite +rosy and fat, and they _were_ so happy. + +And she was never called Little White +Barbara any more. + + * * * * * + * * * * + +_The Dumpy Books for Children_ + +CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH + + I. +The Flamp, the Ameliorator, and the Schoolboy's Apprentice.+ + By E. V. LUCAS. + II. +Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories.+ + III. +The Bad Family.+ By Mrs. FENWICK. + IV. +The Story of Little Black Sambo.+ Illustrated in Colours. + By HELEN BANNERMAN. + V. +The Bountiful Lady.+ By THOMAS COBB. + VI. +A Cat Book.+ Portraits by H. OFFICER SMITH. + Text by E. V. LUCAS. + VII. +A Flower Book.+ Illustrated in Colours by NELLIE BENSON. + Text by EDEN COYBEE. + VIII. +The Pink Knight.+ Illustrated in Colours by J. R. MONSELL. + IX. +The Little Clown.+ By THOMAS COBB. + X. +A Horse Book.+ Illustrated in Colours. By MARY TOURTEL. + XI. +Little People: An Alphabet.+ Illustrated in Colours + by HENRY MAYER. Verses by T. W. H. CROSLAND. + XII. +A Dog Book.+ Illustrated in Colours by CARTON MOORE PARK. + Text by ETHEL BICKNELL. + XIII. +The Adventures Of Samuel and Selina.+ Illustrated in Colours + by JEAN C. ARCHER. + XIV. +The Little Girl Lost.+ By ELEANOR RAPER. + XV. +Dollies.+ Illustrated in Colours by RUTH COBB. + Verses by RICHARD HUNTER. + XVI. +The Bad Mrs. Ginger.+ Illustrated in Colours + by HONOR C. APPLETON. + XVII. +Peter Piper's Practical Principles.+ Illustrated in Colours. + XVIII. +Little White Barbara.+ Illustrated in Colours + by ELEANOR S. MARCH. + XIX. +The Japanese Dumpy Book.+ Illustrated in Colours + by YOSHIO MARKINO. + +_A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had price 2s. net; +or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price £1 net,_ + + +London: GRANT RICHARDS,+ + 48, Leicester Square. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Little White Barbara, by Eleanor S. March + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23401.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23401.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..99f7be5fb3715819125d9823bcaeac2280b3c52b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23401.txt @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + OUR PETS + + GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, + + LONDON AND NEW YORK. + + Kronheim & Co., London. + + [Illustration] + + + + + OUR PETS. + + +This is Pol-ly's own cat, Top-sy. She looks ve-ry prim and quiet; but +if you play with her, you will find she is a ve-ry mer-ry lit-tle cat. +She will jump up-on the ta-ble at break-fast, and run off with +Pol-ly's toast; and if mam-ma be wri-ting a let-ter, Top-sy will steal +soft-ly a-long the arm of the so-fa, and rub her paw o-ver the last +word mam-ma has writ-ten, and make a great blot in the let-ter. +Some-times she will sit as still as a mouse on Un-cle Tom's shoul-der +while he is read-ing, and look so grave-ly on the book that you might +think she was read-ing too: but she is not quite wise e-nough for +that. + +[Illustration] + +Car-lo is Har-ry's dog, and a ve-ry good dog he is. If you were to +throw a stone twen-ty times in-to the foam-ing sea, Car-lo would +plunge in, with-out a-ny fear, and bring the ve-ry same stone out to +you. And if Har-ry loses his ball a-mong the long grass, Car-lo brings +it in a mi-nute. And he can do bet-ter things than these, for one day +in win-ter, when the ri-ver was fro-zen, and Har-ry was ska-ting on it +ve-ry nice-ly, he came to a place where the ice was thin, for a hole +had been bro-ken the day before, and there had not been time for it to +get hard a-gain. Poor Har-ry broke through the ice and sank down in-to +the wa-ter; he would have been drown-ed, but Car-lo di-ved down, and +brought him out safe. No won-der Car-lo is a pet. + +These pi-geons be-long to lit-tle Pol-ly. They have a ve-ry pret-ty +house to live in, and Pol-ly feeds them e-ve-ry morn-ing with bar-ley +or peas. When they see her come with her lit-tle bas-ket, they all fly +down from the roof of the dove-cot, and will hop round her, perch on +her should-er, and eat from her hand. But if they see Top-sy steal-ing +un-der the Trees, or Car-lo run-ning o-ver the grass-plot, a-way they +all fly. The Pi-geons trust Pol-ly, but they will not trust sly puss, +nor rough Car-lo. Pret-ty, shy pets, are Pol-ly's pi-geons. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-tures. Some-times they live on moors, +where they hide in bur-rows, which are holes in the ground, then they +run about the fields and eat the green corn, and tur-nip tops, and +some-times in win-ter are ve-ry hun-gry. But Har-ry's tame rab-bits +have a warm house, and plen-ty of clean straw, and fresh food e-ve-ry +day, and are as well off as rab-bits can be that are in pri-son. +Har-ry goes in-to the fields to pick clo-ver and rib grass for them, +the gar-den-er gives him let-tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he +some-times gives them dry corn, for he likes them to have a change of +food. The large, fine old rab-bit is call-ed Bun-ny. She is a great +pet. + +[Illustration] + +You see here Pol-ly and her Pet lamb. The mo-ther died in the cold wet +wea-ther in spring, and the poor lit-tle lamb would have died too, but +it was brought in-to the house and gi-ven to Pol-ly, who fed it with +warm milk through the spout of her doll's tea-pot e-ve-ry day, till it +grew so big that she used to bring it grass to eat. Pol-ly call-ed her +pet lamb Nan, and there nev-er was such a pet lamb. It fol-low-ed +Pol-ly up stairs to the nur-se-ry, and down to the school-room, and +round the fields when she walk-ed out; and Pol-ly said, "If Nan did +grow to be a great sheep, she should nev-er be kill-ed for mut-ton." + +Lit-tle Pol-ly went e-ve-ry morn-ing to the Poul-try yard to see the +Poul-try wo-man feed the fowls. Her mam-ma had gi-ven her a Cock and a +Hen, and a fine brood of chickens, to be her own. She fed them +her-self, and they were al-ways rea-dy to come round her when they +heard her say, Chuck! chuck! Pol-ly was nev-er a-fraid of the fine, +bold Cock, even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that you might have heard +him a mile off. He was ve-ry fierce if a-ny o-ther cock came near his +fa-mi-ly, but he was quite tame with Pol-ly, and bow-ed like a +gen-tle-man when she gave him his bar-ley. + +[Illustration] + + + + + ROUTLEDGE'S + + THREEPENNY TOY-BOOKS, + + WITH SIX COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS, PRINTED BY KRONHEIM & CO. + + 5. MY FIRST ALPHABET + 6. MOTHER GOOSE + 7. THE BABES IN THE WOOD + 8. THIS LITTLE PIG + 9. THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE +10. LITTLE BO-PEEP +11. NURSERY RHYMES +12. FARM-YARD ALPHABET +13. JACK AND THE BEANSTALK +14. JOHN GILPIN +15. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD +16. THE THREE BEARS +17. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT +18. THE DOGS' DINNER PARTY +19. MY MOTHER +20. THE CATS' TEA PARTY +21. MORE NURSERY RHYMES +22. ROBIN REDBREAST +23. A, APPLE PIE +24. THE RAILWAY ALPHABET +25. NURSERY SONGS +26. NURSERY DITTIES +27. PUNCH AND JUDY +28. OUR PETS +29. CINDERELLA +30. PUSS-IN-BOOTS +31. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD +32. WILD ANIMALS +33. TAME ANIMALS +34. BIRDS +35. JACK THE GIANT KILLER +36. BLUE BEARD +37. ALADDIN +38. THE FORTY THIEVES +39. TOM THUMB +40. SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD + + GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, + + LONDON AND NEW YORK. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23404.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23404.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ed3ab61d4bcaa093acaafa10dd349055a4a7a868 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23404.txt @@ -0,0 +1,287 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Chris Curnow and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + A + LITTLE GIRL + TO HER FLOWERS. + IN VERSE. + + ILLUSTRATED BY ENGRAVINGS. + + London: + PRINTED FOR HARVEY AND DARTON, + GRACECHURCH STREET. + 1828. + + Price 1_s._ 6_d._ coloured. + + + + +[Illustration] + +DAISY. + + This little Daisy we all love, + Because it seems to say, + "I'm come to tell good girls and boys, + That Winter's gone away." + + + + +[Illustration] + +SNOWDROP. + + There is another flower, too, + I dearly love to see; + The little Snowdrop, peeping through + The frozen ground at me. + + + + +[Illustration] + +PRIMROSE. + + This is a pretty Primrose, + In shady lanes it grows; + And early in the pleasant spring, + In gardens too it blows. + + + + +[Illustration] + +DAFFODIL. + + Here is a formal Daffodil, + Though common, yet a favourite still; + It seems such joyous news to bring, + As harbinger of pleasant Spring. + + + + +[Illustration] + +MAY-BLOSSOM. + + Oh, beauteous, little May-blossom, + I am rejoiced that you are come, + To smile upon us once again, + After the winter's snow and rain. + + + + +[Illustration] + +VIOLET. + + How I do love the Violet! + Of all the flow'rs it is my pet; + How snug it hides its little head + In the green leaves of its low bed. + + + + +[Illustration] + +LILY OF THE VALLEY. + + Lowly Lily of the Vale, + To me you tell a useful tale: + You say, "Be pretty as you will, + Yet modesty is lovelier still." + + + + +[Illustration] + +FORGET-ME-NOT. + + "Forget me not:" no, lovely flow'r, + I'll think on thee for many an hour: + If I could paint, I'd copy thee; + Then thou wouldst long remember'd be. + + + + +[Illustration] + +TULIP. + + The Tulip, with its varied hues + Of crimson, brown, and rich dark blues, + (Tho' scentless,) splendid you appear, + When thickly set in rich parterre. + + + + +[Illustration] + +ROSE. + + I cannot wonder that the Rose + Is such a favourite flower; + How beautiful and sweet it is, + With jess'mine in the bower. + + + + +[Illustration] + +SUNFLOWER. + + I don't admire the Sunflower, + It rears its head so high; + And looks so proud, and seems to say, + "I'm climbing to the sky." + + + + +[Illustration] + +FIELD-FLOWERS. + + But oh! the fields they are so sweet, + The gardens are so gay, + That I should like to run about, + And nosegays make all day. + + + + +[Illustration] + +GREEN-HOUSE. + + And now we'll see the Green-house Plants: + They cannot bear cold air; + Yet with them many wild field-flowr's + In beauty may compare. + + + + +[Illustration] + +MYRTLES AND GERANIUMS. + + The Myrtles and Geraniums + Seem mostly to abound; + And these, in the warm summer months, + Are planted in the ground. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CAMELLIA JAPONICA. + + Here are the rich Camellias; + Oh, 'tis a splendid sight! + Some variegated with soft tints, + Some crimson, and some white. + + + + +[Illustration] + +PASSION-FLOWER. + + How gracefully the Passion-flow'r, + Along the trellis twining, + Shows symmetry, with colours fair, + So pleasingly combining. + + + + +[Illustration] + +ORANGES. + + The Oranges, and Lemons too, + All in their proper station, + Tho' robb'd of half their native charms, + Invite our admiration. + + + + +CONCLUSION. + + But tell me now, who made these flow'rs, + Who moulded them so fair; + Who taught them, with such rich perfume, + To scent the morning air. + + Who fill'd their cups with drops of dew, + When parch'd with summer's rays; + Who tinged their leaves with brightest hue, + On which we wondering gaze. + + Can _man_ such splendid dyes produce? + Can he such colours blend? + Can he the tendril graceful twine, + Or the soft branches bend? + + Oh no! 'tis God, who reigns on high, + Who form'd the earth and heaven; + Who framed each star that lights the sky. + He hath to mortals given + + All these, and more! And should not we, + Frail children of mortality, + With thankful hearts, each day, each night, + Think of his goodness infinite? + + And pray, that gratitude may still + Our stubborn hearts with rapture fill? + O teach us humbly to adore + Thee first, Thee last, Thee evermore! + + + + +THE END. + + Harvey, Darton, and Co. Printers, + Gracechurch-street, London. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Little Girl to her Flowers in Verse, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23406.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23406.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fedb57f10f531065270fc80ff1ecc3a667acb1b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23406.txt @@ -0,0 +1,292 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar, Markus Brenner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + NATURAL HISTORY SERIES + + DOG OF ST. BERNARD + AND OTHER STORIES. + + + [Illustration] + + + PRINTED IN OIL COLORS + + McLOUGHLIN BROS. + PUBLISHERS NEW YORK. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE DOG OF ST. BERNARD. + + +St. Bernard is the name of one of the high mountains of the Alps. + +The deep snow hangs so loosely on the sides of these mountains, that +great masses often fall into the plains below, with a noise like +thunder. + +Wild snow storms also come on, and the passes in the mountains become so +blocked up and covered over, that it is impossible to find them out. + +In this way many travelers have perished, and been buried in a deep +snowy grave. + +Far, far up the mountain there is a building called the Convent of St. +Bernard. + +Here is found that wonderful race of dogs called the Dogs of St. +Bernard, famous all over the world for their noble deeds. + +These dogs are trained to go out on the mountains among the snow, and +search for missing travelers. + +Suppose you are taking a journey across the Alps. + +A terrible snow storm comes on. Night is drawing near, while you are +weary with your journey, and perishing with cold and hunger. + +Your whole body begins to feel numb, and soon you will be unable to go +any farther. + +You think of home, and kind friends there, and you kneel down to pray +that you may not be left to perish in the snow. + +At the very moment you are about to give up in despair, you hear the +deep bark of a dog, coming nearer and nearer amid the darkness and the +snow-drift! + +It is the sweetest sound you ever heard in your life. + +How thankful you are when you see two noble-looking dogs coming toward +you, one with a flask of spirits tied to his neck, and the other +carrying a cloak to wrap around you! + +How eagerly you untie the flask and drink, and how gratefully you cover +yourself with the cloak! + +The dogs look on, and seem to understand all. They hasten back to fetch +the monks, who soon come to the spot. + +You are carried to the Convent, and there rubbed and warmed, till at +last you revive and know that you are saved. + +Such is the work the monks of St. Bernard and their famous dogs have +often had to do. + +One dog saved the lives of twenty-two persons, who, but for his help, +would have perished. + +For many years this dog wore a medal round his neck, which was given him +in honor of his deeds! + +The following story tells how this noble creature at last met his +death:-- + +At the foot of the mountain there is a little village. Here dwelt a poor +courier, who used to carry letters and messages across the mountain. + +This was the way he procured bread for his wife and children. + +At one time, when on his way back to his home, a terrible storm came on. + +With great difficulty he made his way to the Convent. + +The monks did all they could to persuade him to remain till the storm +had passed away. + +[Illustration] + +But the poor man knew how anxious his family would be. He was sure that +they would be out on the mountain in search of him;--and so they really +were. + +He felt that he must proceed, and the monks spoke to him in vain. + +All they could do was to furnish him with two guides, attended by two +dogs. + +One of these dogs was the noble animal that wore the medal. + +But the poor courier and his family never met. + +On his way down the mountain with the guides and the dogs, a great mass +of frozen snow fell upon them, and courier, guides, and dogs, were all +buried beneath it. + + + + +THE LOST CHILD. + +An interesting and affecting story is told of two of these brave dogs +having once saved the life of a little boy who had lost his way on the +mountain.--(See PICTURES I. II. III.) + + + I. + + It was a clear, cold, winter night, + The heavens all brightly starred, + Where on Mount Bernard's snowy height + The good monks kept their guard. + + And round their hearth, that night, they told + To one who shelter craved, + How the brave dog, he thought so old, + Full forty lives had saved; + + When, suddenly, with kindling eye, + Up sprang the old dog there, + As from afar a child's shrill cry + Rung through the frosty air. + + In haste the monks unbarred the door, + Rugs round the mastiffs threw; + And as they bounded forth once more, + Called, "Blessings be with you!" + + + II. + + They hurried headlong down the hill, + Past many a snow-wreath wild, + Until the older guide stood still + Beside a sleeping child. + + He licked the little icy hand + With his rough, kindly tongue; + With his warm breath he gently fanned + The tresses fair and long. + + The child looked up, with eyes of blue, + As if the whole he guessed; + His arms around the dog he threw, + And sunk again to rest. + + Once more he woke, and wrapped him fast + In the warm covering sent; + The dogs then with their charge, at last, + Up the steep mountain went. + + + III. + + The fire glowed bright with heaped-up logs, + Each monk brought forth a light; + "Good dogs!" they cried, "good dogs, good dogs! + Whom bring you here to-night?" + + In, with a joyous bound, they come-- + The boy awoke and smiled: + "Ah me!" the stranger cried, "some home + Mourneth for thee, fair child!" + + With morning light, the monks and boy + Sought where the village lay-- + I dare not try to paint the joy + Their coming gave that day. + + "If sweet," the brethren said, "to see + Such gladness shed around, + What wondrous joy in Heaven must be, + When a lost child is found!" + +[Illustration] + + + + + +AUNT LOUISA'S BIG PICTURE BOOKS. + + +Sixty Kinds, and New ones constantly being added. + +_Containing from Six to Twelve full-page Pictures.--Price 25cts. each._ + +These TOY BOOKS are the best to be found, and are produced at a very +large outlay. Printed in colors, in the best style, with the +determination of having them better than any yet published, viz:-- + +BOB'S SCHOOL DAYS. +SLEEPING BEAUTY. +PUMPKIN HOUSE. +DIAMONDS AND TOADS. +RED-RIDING HOOD. +NELLIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE. +TEN LITTLE NIGGERS. +NINE NIGGERS MORE. +BABY. +PUTNAM. +POCAHONTAS. +THREE BEARS. +TOM THUMB. +VISIT TO THE MENAGERIE. +HOME GAMES FOR BOYS. +HOME GAMES FOR GIRLS. +YANKEE DOODLE. +ROBINSON CRUSOE. +WHITE CAT. +HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE. +HARE AND TORTOISE. +PUSS IN BOOTS. +MY MOTHER. +CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. +FAT BOY. +VISIT OF ST. NICHOLAS. +DOMESTIC ANIMALS. +HOME KINDNESS. +KINDNESS TO ANIMALS. +JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK. +SANTA CLAUS AND HIS WORKS. +VISIT OF ST. NICHOLAS--New Pictures. +WONDERFUL LEAP OF SAM PATCH. +TEN LITTLE MULLIGAN GUARDS. +ALPHABET OF COUNTRY SCENES. +RIP VAN WINKLE. +HUMPTY DUMPTY--Vol. I. +HUMPTY DUMPTY--Vol. II. +NURSERY RHYMES. +HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. +WILD ANIMALS--Part One. +WILD ANIMALS--Part Two. +MOTHER HUBBARD'S DOG. +TINY, TINY, AND TITTENS. +FOUR-FOOTED FRIENDS. +THREE LITTLE KITTENS. +THREE GOOD FRIENDS. +COCK ROBIN. +THE FROGGY WHO WOULD A WOOING GO. +NONSENSE FOR GIRLS. +WORLD-WIDE FABLES. +CINDERELLA AND THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER. +HENNY PENNY AND HER FRIENDS. +MOTHER BRUIN AND HER FOOLISH CUBS. +THE CAMPTOWN RACES. +THE FUNNY LITTLE DARKIES. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Dog of St. Bernard and Other Stories, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23416.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23416.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..707e58578da210545ea50404d638ddaf5c6b8ae0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23416.txt @@ -0,0 +1,394 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +“FIN TIREUR” + +By Robert Hichens + +Frederick A. Stokes Company Publishers + +Copyright, 1905 + + +Two years ago I was travelling by diligence in the Sahara Desert on the +great caravan route, which starts from Beni-Mora and ends, they say, at +Tombouctou. For fourteen hours each day we were on the road, and each +evening about nine o’clock we stopped at a Bordj, or Travellers’ House, +ate a hasty meal, threw ourselves down on our gaudy Arab rugs, and slept +heavily till the hour before dawn, drugged by fatigue, and by the +strong air of the desert. In the late afternoon of the third day of our +journeying we drove into a sandstorm. A great wind arose, carrying +with it innumerable multitudes of sand grains, which whirled about +the diligence and the struggling horses, blotting out the desert as +completely as a London fog blots out the street on a November day. +The cold became intense, and very soon I began to long for the next +halting-place. + +“Where do we stop to-night?” I shouted to the French driver, who, with +his yellow toque pulled down over his ears, was chirping encouragement +to his horses. + +“Sidi-Hamdane,” he answered, without turning his head. “At the inn of +‘Fin Tireur.’” + +Three hours later we drew up before a low building, from which a +light shone kindly, and I scrambled down stiffly, and lurched into the +longed-for shelter. + +There was a man in the doorway, a short, sturdy, middle-aged Frenchman, +with strong features, a tuft of grey beard, heavy eyebrows, and dark, +prominent eyes, with a hot, shining look in them. + +“_Bon soir, m’sieu_,” he said. + +“_Bon soir!_,” I answered. + +This was my host, the innkeeper whom the driver had called “Fin Tireur.” + +I found out afterwards that he was not only landlord of the desolate +inn, but cook, garçon; in fact, the whole personnel. He lived there +absolutely alone, and was the only European in this Arab village lost in +the great spaces of the Sahara. This information I drew from him while +he waited upon me at dinner, which I ate in solitude. My companions +of the diligence were Arabs, who had melted away like ghosts into the +desolation so soon as the diligence had rolled into the paved courtyard +round which the one-storied house was built. + +When I had finished dinner I lit a cigar. I was now quite alone in the +bare _salle-à-manger_. The storm was at its height; the sand was driven +like hail against the wooden shutters of the windows, and I felt dreary +enough. The French driver was no doubt supping in the kitchen with +the landlord, perhaps beside a fire, I began to long for company, for +warmth, and I resolved to join them. I opened the door, therefore, and +peered out into the passage. There was no sound of voices; but I saw a +light at a little distance, went towards it, and found myself in a small +kitchen, where the landlord was sitting alone by a red wood fire in the +midst of his pots and pans, smoking a thin black cigar, and reading +a dirty number of the _Journal Anti-Juif_ of Algiers. He put it down +politely as I came in. + +“You’re alone, monsieur,” I said. + +“Yes, m’sieu. The driver has gone to see to the horses.” + +I offered him one of my Havanas, which he accepted with alacrity, and +drew up with him before the fire. + +“You have been living here long, monsieur?” + +“Twenty years, m’sieu.” + +“Twenty years alone in this desert place!” + +“Nineteen years alone, m’sieu. Before that I had my little Marie.” + +“Marie?” + +“My child, m’sieu. She is buried in the sand behind the inn.” + +I looked at him in silence. His brown, wrinkled face was calm, but in +his prominent eyes there was still the hot shining look I had observed +in them when I arrived. + +“The palms begin there,” he added. “Year by year I have saved what I +could, and now I have bought all the palm-trees near where she lies.” + +He puffed away at his Havana. + +“You come from France?” I asked presently. + +“From the Midi--I was born at Cassis, near Marseille.” + +“Don’t you ever intend to go back there?” + +“Never, m’sieu. Would you have me desert my child?” + +“But,” I said gently, “she is dead.” + +“Yes; but I have promised her that her _bon papa_ will lie with her +presently for company. Leave her alone with the Arabs!” + +A sudden look of horror came into his face. + +“You don’t like the Arabs?” + +“Like the dirty dogs! You haven’t been told about me, m’sieu?” + +“Only that your name was Fin Tireur.’” + +“‘Fin Tireur.’ Yes; that’s what they call me in the desert.” + +“You’re a sportsman? A ‘capital shot’?” + +He laughed suddenly, and his laugh made me feel cold. + +“Oh! they don’t call me ‘Fin Tireur’ because I can hit gazelle, and +bring them home for supper. No, no! Shall I tell you why?” + +He looked at me half defiantly, half wistfully, I thought. + +“But if I do, perhaps your stomach will turn against the food I cooked +with these hands,” he added suddenly, stretching out his hands towards +me, “You are English, m’sieu?” + +“Yes.” + +“Then I daresay you won’t understand.” “I think I shall,” I answered, +looking full at him. + +The way he had spoken of his child had drawn me to him. Whatever he had +done, I felt that chivalry and tenderness were in this man. + +“Why do they call you ‘Fin Tireur’?” “The men of the Midi, m’sieu, are +not like the men of the rest of France,” said Fin Tireur--“at least +so they say. We are boasters, perhaps; but we’ve got more love of +adventure, more wish to see the world, and do something big in it. +They’re talkers, you know, in the Midi, and they tell of what they’ve +done. I heard them at Cassis when I was a boy, and one day I saw a +Zouave in front of the inn balcony, where folks come on fête days to eat +the bouillabaisse. The talk I had heard made me wish to rove; but when I +saw the Zouave, in his big red trousers and blue and red jacket, I +said to myself: ‘As soon as my three years’ service is over I’ll go to +Africa, and make my fortune.’ I did my three years at Grenoble, m’sieu, +and when it was done I carried out my resolve. I came to Africa; but I +didn’t come alone.” + +He puffed at his cigar for a minute or two, and the hot look in his eyes +became more definite, like a fanned flame. + +“You took a comrade?” + +“I took a wife, a girl of Cassis. A good girl she was then.” + +He paused again, then continued, in rather a loud voice: “She was good, +m’sieu, because she had seen nothing. That’s often the way. It was I +who put it into her head that there were things to be seen better than +rocks, and dead white dusty roads, and fishing boats against the quay. +I’ve thought of that since I--since I got my name of Fin Tireur. Her +name was Marie, and she was eighteen when we stood before the priest. +Next day we went to Marseille, and took the boat for Algiers. Our heads +were full of I don’t know what. We thought we were clever ones, and +should do well in a country like Africa. And so we did at first. We +got into a hotel at Algiers. She was housemaid, and I was porter in the +hall, and what with the goings and comings--strangers giving us a little +when we’d done our best for them--we made some money, and we saved it. +And I wish to God we’d spent it, every sou!” + +His voice became fierce for a moment. Then he continued, with an obvious +effort to be calm: “You see, m’sieu, at Algiers we had nothing to say to +the Arabs. With the money we’d saved we left Algiers, and came into the +desert to take a café which was to let near the station at Beni-Mora.” + +“I’ve just come from there.” + +“They call it ‘Au Retour du Sahara.’” + +“I’ve had coffee there.” + +“That was ours, and there little Marie was born. In those days there +weren’t many strangers in Beni-Mora. The railway had only just come +there, and it was wild enough. Very few, except the Arabs. Well, they +were often our customers. We learned to talk a bit of their language, +and they a bit of ours; and, having no friends out there, I might say we +made sort of friends with some of them. The dirty dogs! The camels!” + +He struck his clenched hand down on the table. As he talked he had lost +his former consciousness of my close observation. + +“But they know how to please women, m’sieu. + +“They are often very handsome,” I said. + +“It isn’t only that. They can stare a woman down as a wild beast +can, and that’s what women like. I never so much as looked on them as +men--not in that way, for a Cassis woman, m’sieu. But Marie----” + +He choked, ground his teeth on his cigar stump, let it drop, and stamped +out the glowing end on the brick floor with his heel. + +“She served them, m’sieu,” he resumed, after clearing his throat. “But +I was mostly there, and I don’t see how--but women can always find the +way. Well, one day she went to what they call a sand-diviner. She didn’t +pretend anything. She told me she wanted to go, and I was ready. I was +always ready that she should have any little pleasure. I couldn’t leave +the café, so she went off alone to a room he had by the Garden of the +Gazelles, at the end of the dancing-street.” + +“I know--over the place where they smoke the kief.” + +“She didn’t answer, but went and sat down under the arbour, opposite to +where they wash the clothes. I followed her, for she looked ill. + +“‘Did he read in the sand for you?’ I said. + +“‘Yes,’ she said; ‘he did.’ + +“‘What things did he read?’ + +“She turned, and looked right at me. ‘That my fate lies in the sand,’ +she said--‘and yours, and hers.’ + +“And she pointed at little Marie, who was playing with a yellow kid we +had then just by the door. + +“‘What’s that to be afraid of?’ I asked her. ‘Haven’t we come to the +desert to make our fortune, and isn’t there sand in the desert?’ + +“‘Not much by here,’ she said. + +“And that’s true, m’sieu. It’s hard ground, you know, at Beni-Mora.” + +“Yes,” I said, offering him another cigar. + +He refused it with a quick gesture. + +“She never would say another word as to what the sand-diviner had told +her; but she was never the same from that day. She was as uneasy as a +lost bitch, m’sieu; and she made me uneasy too. Sometimes she wouldn’t +speak to our little one when the child ran to her, and sometimes she’d +catch her up, and kiss her till the little one’s cheek was as red as if +you’d been striking it. And then one day, after dark, she went.” + +“Went!” + +“I’d been ill with fever, and gone to spend the night at the sulphur +baths; you know, m’sieu, Hammam-Salahkin, under the mountains. I came +back just at dawn to open the café. When I got off my mule at the door +I heard”--his face twitched convulsively--“the most horrible crying of +a child. It was so horrible that I just stood there, holding on to the +bridle of the mule, and listening, and didn’t dare go in. I’d heard +children cry often enough before; but--_mon Dieu!_--never like that. At +last I dropped the bridle, and went in, with my legs shaking under me. +I found the little one alone in the house, and like a mad thing. She’d +been alone all night.” + +His face set rigidly. + +“And her mother knew I should be all night at the Hammam,” he said. “Fin +Tireur--yes, it was coming back, and finding my little one left like +that in such a place, made me earn the name.” + +He fell suddenly into a moody silence. I broke it by saying: “It was the +sand-diviner?” + +He looked at me sharply. “I don’t know.” + +“You never found out?” + +“At Beni-Mora the women go veiled,” he said harshly. + +Suddenly I realised the horror of the situation: the deserted husband +living on with his child in the midst of the ordained and close secrecy +of Beni-Mora, where many of the women never set foot out of doors, and +those who do, unless they are the public dancers, are so heavily veiled +that their features cannot be recognised. + +“What did you do?” I asked. + +“I searched, as far as one can search in an Arab town, and found out +nothing. I wanted to tear the veil from every woman in the place; and +then I was sent away from Beni-Mora.” + +“By whom?” + +“The French authorities, my own countrymen,” he laughed bitterly. “To +save me from getting myself murdered, m’sieu.” + +“You would have been.” + +“Why not? Then I came here to keep the inn for the diligence that +carries the mails to the south, for I wouldn’t leave the country +till----” + +He paused. + +“And the sand-diviner?” + +“I left him at Beni-Mora. He smiled, and said he knew no more than I; +and perhaps he didn’t. How was I to tell?” + +“But your name of Fin Tireur?” + +“Ah!”--the thing in his eyes glowed like a thing red-hot--“I’d been here +eleven months when, one afternoon of summer, just near sunset, I heard +a noise of drums beating and African pipes screaming, and the snarl of +camels on the road you came to-night. I was in the house, in this room +where we are sitting now, and little Marie was playing just outside by +the well, so that I could see her through the window. By the sounds, I +knew a great caravan was coming up, and passing towards the south. They +always water at the well, and I stood by the window to see them. Little +Marie stood too, shading her eyes with her bit of a hand. The drums and +pipes got louder, and round the corner of the inn came as big a caravan +as I’ve ever seen; near a hundred camels, horsemen, and led mules and +donkeys, Kabyle dogs and goats, the music playing all the time, and a +Caïd’s flag flying in the front. They made for the well, as I knew they +would, and little Marie stood all the while watching them. M’sieu, there +were square packs on some of the camels, and veiled women on the packs.” + +He looked across at me hard. + +“Veiled women?” I repeated. + +“When they got to the well they made the camels kneel for the women to +get down; and one of the women, when she was down, caught sight of Marie +standing there, with her little hand shading her eyes. That woman gave a +great cry behind her veil. I heard it, m’sieu, as I stood by the window +there, and I saw the woman run at the little one.” + +He got up from his seat slowly, and stood by the wooden shutter, against +which the sand was driven by the wind. + +“In a place like this, m’sieu, one keeps a revolver here.” + +He put his hand to a pocket at the back of his breeches, brought out a +revolver, and pointed it at the shutter. + +“When I heard the woman cry I took my revolver out. When I saw the woman +run I fired, and the bullet struck the veil.” + +He put the revolver back into his pocket, and sat down again quietly. + +“And that’s why they call me Fin Tireur.” + +I said nothing, and sat staring at him. + +“When the camels had been watered the caravan went on.” + +“But--but the Arabs------” + +“The Caïd had the body tied across a donkey--they told me.” + +“You didn’t see?” + +“No. I took the little one in. She was screaming, and I had to see +to her. It was two days afterwards, when I was at the market, that a +scorpion stung her. She was dead when I came back. Well, m’sieu, are you +sorry you ate your supper?” + +Before I could reply, the door opening into the courtyard gaped, and the +driver entered, followed by a cloud of whirling sand grains. + +“_Nom d’un chien!_” he exclaimed. “Get me a tumbler of wine, for the +love of God, Fin Tireur. My throat’s full of the sand. _Sacré nom d’un +nom d’un nom!_” + +He pulled off his coat, turned it upside down, and shook the sand out +of the pockets, while Fin Tireur went over to the corner of the kitchen +where the bottles stood in a row against the earthen wall. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23431.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23431.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b9cd0979912f9baaab0f476ebc4b81c84f8c40ab --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23431.txt @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + UNCLE TOBY'S SERIES. + + NAUGHTY PUPPIES + + + + + THE NAUGHTY PUPPIES + + + _Tiny and his Parents._ + + There were two little puppy dogs, + "Tiny" named, and "Toodles," + Who got into all kinds of scrapes, + Like little foolish noodles. + + Tiny was a brownish dog, + And Toodles was a white one; + And Tiny had a cunning eye, + And Toodles had a bright one. + + Tiny played all kinds of tricks. + For which his parents chid him: + And Toodles did--poor, foolish pup-- + Whatever Tiny bid him. + +[Illustration] + + + _Tiny, Toodles, and the Turkey._ + + "Come, Toodles," Tiny said, one day, + "It's bright and pleasant weather, + We'll go and fight the turkey-cock:" + And off they went together. + + But all their courage oozed away, + When the turkey-cock said "Gobble;" + They both turned tail, and scampered off, + As fast as they could toddle. + + But turkey caught them up at last, + And read them both a lecture; + And how he served them with his beak, + I leave you to conjecture. + + So home they went with drooping tails, + And pace so lame and jerky, + And said, "Next time we'll tease the hens, + And leave alone the turkey." + +[Illustration] + + + _New Mischief done by the Puppies._ + + The visits to the poultry-yard, + Of Tiny and of Toodles, + Soon brought on their papa a call + Of Master Cockadoodle's. + + He said, "My hens can't lay an egg, + Though once I had a case full; + Because your puppies frighten them-- + It's wicked, it's disgraceful! + + "But let them venture once again, + My hens to chase and worry, + And I'll receive them in a way + Shall make them sad and sorry." + + Toodles heard this, and crept away, + And in the straw lay quiet; + But Tiny yelled till the cock marched off, + Disgusted with the riot. + + + _Tiny and Toodles behave worse than ever._ + + From bad to worse went these naughty pups-- + It's almost past believing, + But yet, I assure you, 'tis a fact, + That now they took to thieving. + + They soon fell into bad company; + And certain unprincipled poodles, + And idle mongrels, and bob-tailed curs, + Were the consorts of Tiny and Toodles. + + They let these bad dogs into the house, + Where a pot of milk was standing; + In quest of which they scampered upstairs, + As far as the first-floor landing. + + But Betty, the cook, was scrubbing the stairs, + With a mop and a pail of water; + And Tiny ran off, with his head in the pot, + While the rest yelled out for quarter. + +[Illustration] + + +_How Tiny hunted the Cat, and what he got by it._ + + Now little Miss Jane had a Persian cat. + Whose fur was soft and silky; + Whose tail was long, and whose eyes were blue, + And whose color was white and milky. + + This was a quiet, good-natured cat. + And Master Tiny knew it; + He said, "I'll frighten her out of her wits: + Just watch me, Toodles--I'll do it." + + So he ran at Puss, with a yelp and a snap, + As fast as he was able; + Across the paddock, and through the yard, + And over the fence by the stable. + + But Puss turned suddenly, scratched his nose, + And set him yelling and weeping; + And Tiny owned, with a rueful face, + That he wished he'd left her sleeping. + +[Illustration] + + + _What happened to Tiny and Toodles._ + + Punishment follows folks who play tricks, + Although they hope to keep clear of it: + The puppies' bad conduct was told papa, + Who was mightily grieved to hear of it. + + For papa was a grave, respectable dog, + Faithful, and full of affection; + And the farmyard was safe from robbers by night, + Under his steady protection. + + So he said: "To cure you of pranks like these, + I condemn each little sinner, + To stand and look on for three whole days, + While I eat up his dinner. + + "And to show you I mean to mend your ways, + By every means in my power, + You shall both learn, 'How doth the busy bee + Improve each shining hour.'" + + + + + NEW PICTURE BOOKS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. + + Particular attention is called to the following + + UNRIVALLED "THREE CENT BOOKS." + + _UNCLE TOBY'S SERIES--New._ + +Twelve kinds. 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DELAMOTTE. + + SIXTEENTH EDITION + + [Illustration: Capio Lumen] + + LONDON: + + CROSBY LOCKWOOD AND SON, 7, STATIONERS' HALL COURT. + + 1914. + + + + + PREFACE TO THE FOURTH EDITION. + + +As there are no works of Ancient Alphabets of any excellence published +in a cheap form, I have been induced, after many years' study and +research in my profession as a Draughtsman and Engraver, to offer this +collection to the favourable notice of the public, trusting that its +very moderate price and general usefulness will be a sufficient +apology for the undertaking. + +The demand for a Fourth Edition within so short a period of the +publication of the Third, has convinced me in the most agreeable +manner that it has been a work required by the public. To render it +still more worthy of their attention, I have here introduced some +additions, likely to enhance the interest and increase the value of +the pages, as an indication of the esteem in which I have held the +encouragement, and the respect I have paid to the suggestions of the +purchasers of this book, and the critics by whom it has been so +liberally reviewed. + + + + + INDEX. + + + PAGE + +8TH CENTURY. VATICAN 1 + +8TH CENTURY. BRITISH MUSEUM 2 + +8TH AND 9TH CENTURIES. ANGLO-SAXON 3 + +9TH CENTURY. FROM AN ANGLO-SAXON MS. BATTEL ABBEY 4 + +FROM MS. LIBRARY OF MINERVA, ROME 5 + +10TH CENTURY. BRITISH MUSEUM 6 + +11TH CENTURY AND NUMERALS 7 + +12TH CENTURY. FROM THE MAZARIN BIBLE 8 + +12TH CENTURY. TWO SMALL. BRITISH MUSEUM 9 + +12TH CENTURY. BRITISH MUSEUM 10 + +12TH CENTURY. BODLEIAN LIBRARY 11 + +13TH CENTURY. HENRY III. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 12 + +13TH CENTURY. FROM LATIN MS 13 + +13TH CENTURY. MS 14 + +14TH CENTURY. DATE ABOUT 1340 15 + +14TH CENTURY. BRITISH MUSEUM 16 + +14TH CENTURY. ILLUMINATED MS 17 + +14TH CENTURY. RICHARD II. 1400. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 18 + +14TH CENTURY. RICHARD II. 1400. SMALL. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 19 + +14TH CENTURY. BRITISH MUSEUM 20 + +14TH CENTURY. FROM MS. MUNICH 21 + +14TH AND 15TH CENTURIES. TWO SMALL. BRITISH MUSEUM 22 + +1475. BRITISH MUSEUM 23 + +1480. BRITISH MUSEUM 24 + +1490. BRITISH MUSEUM 25 + +HENRY VII. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 26 + +15TH AND 16TH CENTURIES. GERMAN 27 + +15TH AND 16TH CENTURIES. GERMAN. SMALL 28 + +15TH AND 16TH CENTURIES. ORNAMENTAL RIBBON 29 + +16TH CENTURY. HENRY VIII. MS 30 + +16TH CENTURY. FROM ITALIAN MS 31 + +16TH CENTURY. FROM ALBERT DURER'S PRAYER BOOK. LARGE 32 + +16TH CENTURY. ALBERT DURER'S PRAYER BOOK 33 + +16TH CENTURY. VATICAN 34 + +16TH CENTURY. GOTHIC. MS 35 + +16TH CENTURY. GOTHIC 36 + +16TH CENTURY. GOTHIC. MS 37 + +16TH CENTURY. LARGE, SMALL, AND NUMERALS. FRENCH. MS 38 + +17TH CENTURY. MS 39 + +17TH CENTURY. CHURCH TEXT. MS 40 + +GERMAN ARABESQUE 41 + +GERMAN ARABESQUE. SMALL 42 + +METAL ORNAMENTAL 43 + +INITIALS 44 + +INITIALS 45 + +15TH CENTURY 46 + +INITIALS 47 + +NUMERALS 48 + +NUMERALS 49 + +16TH CENTURY 50 + +16TH CENTURY 51 + +16TH CENTURY. FROM WOOD ENGRAVINGS 52 + +MONOGRAMS, CROSSES, &C. 53 + + + + +[Illustration: 8th Century. Vatican.] + +[Illustration: 8th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 8th and 9th Centuries. Anglo-Saxon.] + +[Illustration: 9th Century. From an Anglo-Saxon MS. Battel Abbey.] + +[Illustration: From MS. Library of Minerva, Rome.] + +[Illustration: 10th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 11th Century, and Numerals.] + +[Illustration: 12th Century. From the Mazarin Bible.] + +[Illustration: 12th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 12th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 12th Century. Bodleian Library.] + +[Illustration: 13th Century. Henry the Third. Westminster Abbey.] + +[Illustration: 13th Century. From Latin MS.] + +[Illustration: 13th Century. MS.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. Date about 1340.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. Illuminated MS.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. Richard the Second. 1400. Westminster +Abbey.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. Richard the Second. 1400. Small. +Westminster Abbey.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 14th Century. From MS. Munich.] + +[Illustration: 14th and 15th Centuries. Two Small. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 1475. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 1480. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: 1490. British Museum.] + +[Illustration: Henry the Seventh. Westminster Abbey.] + +[Illustration: 15th and 16th Centuries. German.] + +[Illustration: 15th and 16th Centuries. German. Small.] + +[Illustration: 15th and 16th Centuries. Ornamental Riband.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Henry the Eighth. MS.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. From Italian MS.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Albert Durer's Prayer Book. Large.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Albert Durer's Prayer Book.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Vatican.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Gothic. MS.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Gothic.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Gothic. MS.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. Large, Small, and Numerals. French. MS.] + +[Illustration: 17th Century. MS.] + +[Illustration: 17th Century. Church Text. MS.] + +[Illustration: German Arabesque.] + +[Illustration: German Arabesque. Small.] + +[Illustration: Metal Ornamental.] + +[Illustration: Initials.] + +[Illustration: Initials.] + +[Illustration: 15th Century.] + +[Illustration: Initials.] + +[Illustration: Numerals.] + +[Illustration: Numerals.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century.] + +[Illustration: 16th Century. From Wood Engravings.] + +[Illustration: Monograms, Crosses, &c.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23451.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23451.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1374d891ae5a88f790f91c9df00dd66d1466c6eb --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23451.txt @@ -0,0 +1,402 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + [The HTML version of this text includes all illustrations.] + + + + + LITTLE YELLOW WANG-LO + + M. C. BELL + + + + + THE DUMPY BOOKS + FOR CHILDREN + + 26. Little Yellow Wang-lo + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children + +CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH + + 1. The Flamp. + 2. Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories. + 3. The Bad Family. + 4. The Story of Little Black Sambo. + 5. The Bountiful Lady. + 6. A Cat Book. + 7. A Flower Book. + 8. The Pink Knight. + 9. The Little Clown. + 10. A Horse Book. + 11. Little People: An Alphabet. + 12. A Dog Book. + 13. The Adventures Of Samuel and Selina. + 14. The Little Girl Lost. + 15. Dollies. + 16. The Bad Mrs. Ginger. + 17. Peter Piper's Practical Principles. + 18. Little White Barbara. + 19. The Japanese Dumpy Book. + 20. Towlocks and His Wooden Horse. + 21. The Three Little Foxes. + 22. The Old Man's Bag. + 23. The Three Goblins. + 24. Dumpy Proverbs. + 25. More Dollies. + 26. Little Yellow Wang-lo. + 27. Plain Jane. + 28. The Sooty Man. + 29. Fishy-Winkle. + +_A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had, price 2s. net; +or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price £1 net._ + + London: GRANT RICHARDS, + 48, Leicester Square. + + + + + [Illustration (Publisher's Device) + SIR JOSEPH CAUSTON & SONS LIMITED / LONDON] + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + Little Yellow Wang-lo + + By + + M. C. Bell + + ILLUSTRATED + IN COLOURS + + LONDON: + GRANT RICHARDS + 1903 + + +Once upon a time there was a little boy +called Little Yellow Wang-lo. He lived +with his father in a boat which was +moored in a river near a town. + +His name was Fo-Pa (little Yellow +Wang-lo always called him Pa). He was a +duck merchant and had hundreds of +ducks--white ducks, black ducks, brown +ducks, big ducks, little baby ducks, and +middle-sized ducks--ducks that said +quack, drakes that said quork, and +ducklings that said queek. + + [Illustration] + +Little Yellow Wang-lo had to get up very +early every morning to call the ducks +close round the houseboat, and then he +used to feed them; when they had eaten +their breakfasts they all swam away down +the river to look for little fishes, +frogs and other things, and only came +back at night when it was time to have +supper and to go to bed. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +One hot day Fo-Pa, who was a very fat +little man, called little Yellow Wang-lo +and told him to put on his Sunday +clothes, take the little boat and row to +land and sell the ducks in the market; +then he was to buy a pig and bring it +back to be roasted for dinner. + +Little Yellow Wang-lo's eyes shone with +excitement at the idea of going on land, +and his mouth watered at the prospect of +roast pork for dinner. So he hurried +into his best coat, hat and shoes, and, +jumping into the boat, rowed quickly to +land. + +He soon sold all his fat ducks in one +corner of the market. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +So then he went to another corner where +the pigs were sold, and after looking at +several pigs--black pigs, white pigs, +red pigs, and spotted pigs--he chose a +little black pig that had white feet; he +tied a string to one of its legs and +started off for home. + +But the little pig had a will of his +own, and would not go the way little +Yellow Wang-lo wanted. So little Yellow +Wang-lo got a stick and beat the pig, +and the pig began to pull and pull at +the string, and the more little Wang-lo +beat him the more he squealed and the +faster he ran right through the town, +away from the river out into the +country. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +The poor little boy was not used to +running, and he soon got very tired and +hot; but on piggie ran, and at last +little Yellow Wang-lo tripped over a +stone, the string broke, and down he +fell. + +Getting up quickly, he saw the little +pig knocking at a little gate, and he +heard it say: + +"Let me in, mother; let me in." + +And a voice said: "Who's there?" + +And the little pig answered: "It's +little Wee-wee come home again." + +But the mother said: "How am I to know +it is little Wee-wee? I will open the +gate a little crack, and you must show +me if you have white feet." + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +So the mother pig opened the gate a very +little way, and when she saw Wee-wee's +white feet she let him in; and little +Yellow Wang-lo, who was close behind, +slipped in also, for he did not dare to +go home without the pig for his father's +dinner. + +When he got inside he found a very big +fat old mother pig and seven little +black, white, red and black and white +piglets. + +They were playing at Catch-who-can, so +little Wee-wee and little Yellow Wang-lo +joined in the game until they were +splashed all over from head to foot, and +they had torn little Wang-lo's Sunday +coat all to rags and trodden his hat and +shoes into the mud. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +When it was bed-time all the little pigs +went into a little house which stood in +the yard and went to sleep, but little +Yellow Wang-lo wanted to slip out and go +home, so he only pretended to be asleep. +Soon he heard loud snores, and he knew +the mother pig must be asleep, so he +crept to the door, but found to his +dismay the mother pig quite blocked up +the doorway. + +He was determined to escape, so he +crawled up her back and up the door +post, and reaching the roof he knocked +off a tile and squeezed out through the +little hole on to the roof. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +As he sat wondering how to get down an +enormous eagle suddenly swooped down, +and catching up little Yellow Wang-lo in +its claws it rose up, up, up into the +air and flew away. + +While the eagle was flying high up in +the air across the river on his way home +he suddenly let little Yellow Wang-lo +fall down, down, down. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +And he fell with a tremendous "Splash"! +into the river just near his father's +houseboat, and as he had no clothes, nor +shoes, nor hat he quickly swam home. + +When cross old Fo-Pa, who was very +hungry by now and very tired of waiting, +saw little Yellow Wang-lo returning +without his Sunday coat, hat and shoes, +no pig and no money, he took a thick +stick and began to beat him, and told +him directly it was daylight he must go +back to land and bring back the little +black pig. + +Early the next morning little Yellow +Wang-lo started off to find the home of +the little black Pig. + +He soon found the gate, and knocked and +asked to be let in; but the mother pig +said "No," in a very angry voice. + +Then he begged one of the little pigs to +come out to him; but the mother pig +shouted "NO." At last he insisted, and +this time the mother pig roared + + "NO!" + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +But little Wang-lo was not afraid, and +said he would just burn down their +house, for he had promised to take a pig +home to his father, and if he could not +take it alive he would take it ready +roasted. + +So little Yellow Wang-lo gathered a lot +of sticks and made a hot crackling fire. + +When the mother pig and all the little +piglets saw the smoke and flames they +cried out to little Wang-lo to put out +the fire, as they were very sorry and +would come out and tell him some very +good news. + +Seeing how angry he was, they all fell +on their knees and said if he would +spare their lives they would show him +where a lot of golden money was buried. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +They led the way to a field close by, +and the seven little pigs began to grub +in the ground under a tree, and soon +uncovered a heap of shining golden +coins. + +Now little Yellow Wang-lo had no pockets +and no bag, so how could he carry away +some of the money? The wise old mother +pig said: "Take off your shirt, little +boy, and tie up the sleeves and make a +bag of it." He quickly did this, and, +thanking the pigs, he ran off home as +fast as he could, stopping at the market +on the way to buy a nice little fat pig +for his father's dinner. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +When Fo-Pa saw what a lot of money +little Yellow Wang-lo had brought back, +and what a good dinner he was going to +have, he was so pleased that for once he +was quite kind to the little boy. But, +greedy old man, he thought he would like +more gold, so that night when little +Yellow Wang-lo was fast asleep he took a +large sack and crept quietly away to the +land and filled his sack so full he +could hardly lift it. When at last he +got it on his back he tripped and fell +into the deep hole he had made, and the +sack fell on the top of him and +completely filled up the hole, so he +never got out again. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + +Little Yellow Wang-lo lived on in the +houseboat, but as he had plenty of money +he never killed or sold any more ducks, +and as the pigs had been such good +friends to him he never ate Roast Pork +again, but he bought some smart new +clothes. + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Final period (full stop) added: + + 13. The Adventures Of Samuel and Selina. + ... near a town. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23454.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23454.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b33a095fdfc69aa75dac02080a7b5de39bf5f488 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23454.txt @@ -0,0 +1,426 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + SWEETS + FOR + LEISURE HOURS. + + _Embellished with neat coloured Engravings._ + + [Illustration] + + LONDON: + + PRINTED AND SOLD BY + DEAN & MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET. + + _Price Six-pence._ + + + * * * * * + + + [Illustration: FRONTISPIECE.] + + + SWEETS + + FOR + + LEISURE HOURS. + + + EMBELLISHED WITH + SIXTEEN NEATLY COLOURED ENGRAVINGS. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON: + PRINTED AND SOLD BY + DEAN AND MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET. + + _Price Six-pence._ + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE FROZEN BIRD. + +[Illustration] + + + See, see, what a sweet little prize I have found! + A Robin that lay half-benumbed on the ground: + Well hous'd and well fed, in your cage you will sing, + And make our dull winter as gay as the spring. + But stay,--sure 'tis cruel, with wings made to soar, + To be shut up in prison, and never fly more-- + And I, who so often have long'd for a flight, + Shall I keep you prisoner?--mamma, is that right? + No, come, pretty Robin, I must set you free-- + For your whistle, though sweet, would sound sadly to me. + + + + +MAMMA AND THE BABY. + +[Illustration] + + + What a little thing am I! + Hardly higher than the table; + I can eat, and play, and cry, + But to work I am not able. + + Nothing in the world I know, + But mamma will try and show me; + Sweet mamma, I love her so, + She's so very kind unto me. + + And she sets me on her knee + Very often for some kisses: + O! how good I'll try to be, + To such a dear mamma as this is! + + + + +THE DUTIFUL SON. + +[Illustration] + + + Poor Susan was old and too feeble to spin, + Her forehead was wrinkled, her hands they were thin; + And she must have starv'd, as so many have done, + If she had not been bless'd with a good little son. + + He went every morning, as gay as a lark, + And work'd all day long in the fields till 'twas dark, + Then came home again to his dear mother's cot, + And joyfully gave her the wages he got. + + Oh then, was not little Jem happier far + Than naughty, and idle, and wicked boys are? + For, as long as he liv'd, 'twas his comfort and joy, + To think he'd not been an undutiful boy. + + + + +THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER. + +[Illustration] + + + Whilst you are asleep, the poor little sweep + At the dawning of morning must go, + With brushes and bags, and cloth'd all in rags, + In the winter, thro' frost and thro' snow. + + We're oblig'd, I am sure, for what they endure, + To save us from smoke and from fire; + And often I weep to think that the sweep + Must do such sad work for his hire. + + Then we'll keep in mind, that the sweep's very kind, + For us such a service to do, + And never feel fright when he comes in our sight, + Because of his dark sooty hue. + + + + +TUMBLE UP. + +[Illustration] + + + Tumble down, tumble up, never mind it, my sweet, + No, no, never beat the poor ground; + 'Twas your fault you could not stand straight on your feet, + Fall you will, if you twirl yourself round. + + Oh dear! what a noise:--will a noise make it well? + Will crying wash bruises away? + Suppose that it should bleed a little, and swell, + 'Twill all be gone down in a day. + + That's right; be a man, love, and dry up your tears, + Come, smile, and I'll give you a kiss; + If you live in the world but a very few years, + You must bear greater troubles than this. + + + + +A WALK TO THE MEADOWS. + +[Illustration] + + + We'll go to the meadow, where cowslips do grow, + And buttercups looking as yellow as gold; + And the daisies and violets beginning to blow, + For it is a most beautiful sight to behold. + + The honey-bee humming about there is seen, + The butterfly merrily skims it along; + The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green, + And the linnet there sings us his liveliest song. + + The birds and the insects are happy and gay; + The beasts of the field all are glad, and rejoice; + We, too, will be thankful to God every day, + And praise His great name in a loftier voice. + + + + +THE OLD MAN's COMFORTS. + +[Illustration] + + + "You are old, Father William," a young man did say, + "And life must be hast'ning away; + You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death: + Now tell me the reason, I pray." + + "I am cheerful, young man," Father William replied, + "Let the cause thy attention engage: + In the days of my youth I remember'd my God, + And he hath not forgotten my age." + + + + +CONTENTMENT. + +[Illustration] + + + No glory I covet, nor riches I want, + Ambition is nothing to me; + The one thing I beg of kind heaven to grant, + Is a mind independent and free. + + With passion unruffled, untainted with pride, + By reason my life let me square; + The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied; + And the rest is but folly and care. + + The blessing which Providence kindly has lent + I'll justly and gratefully prize; + While sweet meditation and cheerful content + Shall make me both healthful and wise. + + + + +MORNING HYMN. + +[Illustration] + + + My Father, I thank thee for sleep, + For quiet and peaceable rest; + I thank thee for stooping to keep + An infant from being distrest. + + My voice shall be lisping thy praise, + My heart would repay thee with love; + O teach me to walk in thy ways, + And fit me to see thee above. + + As long as thou seest it right + That here upon earth I should stay, + I pray thee to guard me by night, + And help me to serve thee by day. + + + + +EVENING HYMN. + +[Illustration] + + + The sun that lately fill'd the skies + With all his sparkling rays, + Now hides his glories from our eyes, + And night comes on apace. + + And now to him who made the Sun, + The world by day to light, + Who gave the gentler Moon to cheer + The still and gloomy night. + + To him, O let my willing tongue + Send up the grateful strain; + And let my heart join with the song, + Or all my praise is vain. + + + + +TO BLESS, IS TO BE BLEST. + +[Illustration] + + + When young, what honest triumph flush'd my breast, + This truth once known,--To bless, is to be blest! + I led the bending beggar on his way; + (Bare were his feet, his tresses silver-grey;) + Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt, + And on his tale with mute attention dwelt. + As in his script I dropp'd my little store, + I griev'd to think that little was no more; + He breath'd his pray'r,--"Long may such goodness live!" + 'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give. + + + + +THE LITTLE MOUSE. + +[Illustration] + + + In this neat little house + Liv'd a poor little mouse, + He had plenty to eat every day; + Till, enticed by another, + Without leave of his mother, + He ventured one day out to play. + + But the cat he soon spied, + As he walk'd the bank-side, + And soon of his folly repented. + She put out her paw, + Seized him with her claw, + And eat him before she relented. + + + + +LOVE TO GOD +PRODUCES LOVE TO MEN. + +[Illustration] + + + Let gratitude in acts of goodness flow; + Our love to God, in love to man below. + Be this our joy--to calm the troubled breast, + Support the weak, and succour the distrest; + Direct the wand'rer, dry the widow's tear; + The orphan guard, the sinking spirits cheer. + Tho' small our pow'r to act, tho' mean our skill, + God sees the heart;--he judges by the will. + + + + +TRUE KINDNESS. + +[Illustration] + + + "Pray help me, young master," an old woman cried, + Who many an effort successlessly tried, + Across some rough pavement to go; + "For I'm very lame, and besides, almost blind, + And so, without danger, my way I can't find; + You'll help a poor woman, I know." + + "With great pleasure I will," the little boy said, + "Come, lean on my shoulder, and be not afraid, + I'm able to help you, indeed; + And I'm sure I am willing, for I have been taught, + That if, my good dame, I would do as I ought, + I must help all I can, who're in need." + + + * * * * * + + + + + POPULAR TALES, + + PUBLISHED BY + + DEAN & MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET. + + _SIX-PENCE EACH._ + +Ali Baba, or the Forty Thieves; coloured frontispiece. + +Aladdin, or the Wonderful Lamp, an Eastern Tale; + with coloured frontispiece. + +Beauty and the Beast, or the Magic Rose; an entertaining + Fairy tale; with coloured frontispiece. + +Children in the Wood; with four coloured plates. + +Cinderella, and the Pretty Glass Slipper; with four + coloured engravings. + +Entertaining History of Goody Two Shoes; with coloured + frontispiece, and ten engravings on wood. + +Jack and the Bean Stalk; with coloured frontispiece. + +Jack the Giant Killer; coloured frontispiece. + +Little Thumb and the Ogre, or the Seven League Boots; + four coloured engravings. + +Mother Bunch's Fairy Tales; coloured frontispiece. + +Peter Puzzle-all's Riddle Book, an amusing collection + of Riddles, Charades, &c.; coloured frontispiece. + +Sleeping Beauty in the Wood, and Little Red Riding + Hood; with coloured frontispiece; and ten engravings + on wood. + +Adventures of the Seven Champions of Christendom; + with coloured frontispiece. + +Seven Voyages of Sinbad the Sailor; with coloured + frontispiece. + +Tom Thumb, and Puss in Boots; coloured frontispiece. + +Valentine and Orson, or the Wild Man of the Woods; + with coloured frontispiece. + +Entertaining History of Whittington and his Cat; with + coloured frontispiece. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23455.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23455.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4c2b4bfc6b3e103ed6b50d61faefe1cd25295eef --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23455.txt @@ -0,0 +1,551 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + [The HTML version of this text includes all illustrations.] + + + + + PLAIN JANE + + G. M. C. FRY + and + G. M. GEORGE + + + + + THE DUMPY BOOKS + FOR CHILDREN + + 27. Plain Jane + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children + +CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH + + 1. The Flamp. + 2. Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories. + 3. The Bad Family. + 4. The Story of Little Black Sambo. + 5. The Bountiful Lady. + 6. A Cat Book. + 7. A Flower Book. + 8. The Pink Knight. + 9. The Little Clown. + 10. A Horse Book. + 11. Little People: An Alphabet. + 12. A Dog Book. + 13. The Adventures Of Samuel and Selina. + 14. The Little Girl Lost. + 15. Dollies. + 16. The Bad Mrs. Ginger. + 17. Peter Piper's Practical Principles. + 18. Little White Barbara. + 19. The Japanese Dumpy Book. + 20. Towlocks and His Wooden Horse. + 21. The Three Little Foxes. + 22. The Old Man's Bag. + 23. The Three Goblins. + 24. Dumpy Proverbs. + 25. More Dollies. + 26. Little Yellow Wang-lo. + 27. Plain Jane. + 28. The Sooty Man. + 29. Fishy-Winkle. + +_A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had, price 2s. net; +or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price £1 net._ + + London: GRANT RICHARDS, + 48, Leicester Square. + + + + + [Illustration (Publisher's Device) + SIR JOSEPH CAUSTON & SONS LIMITED / LONDON] + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + Plain Jane + + Text by G. M. George + + ILLUSTRATED + BY G. M. C. FRY + + LONDON: + GRANT RICHARDS + 1903 + + + + + That model Miss, Jemima Jane + Was very good, and very plain; + Her parents noticed with delight + How neat she was, and how polite. + Sometimes her young companions came + And begged she'd join them in a game. + But it was never any use; + She'd make some civil, quiet excuse, + And, "Dear Mama," she'd whisp'ring say, + "I love plain sewing more than play; + I hope you'll always think of me + As your own gentle, busy Bee!" + Jane rose at five. "What for?" you ask; + And I reply, "To con her task." + She breakfasted on milk and bread, + Nor ever asked for aught instead; + "I like it best, because," said she, + "'Tis wholesome for a child like me." + She used to think it quite a treat, + To put her bed and chamber neat; + But she enjoyed--oh, better far! + Saying her tasks to her Mama. + + [Illustration: _Jane's Uncle_] + + She took the air when these were done, + But she would never romp and run; + Prim and sedate she walked about, + Her back quite straight, her toes turned out: + And all the people, seeing this, + Exclaimed, "Oh, what a model Miss!" + Jane's Uncle, who lived far away, + Sent her Mama a note one day, + Explaining that he found he had + To spend a fortnight in Bagdad. + He had a daughter, and 'twas plain + He hoped that she might stay with Jane. + "She's a sad puss," he said, "I own; + But I can't leave the child alone." + "I think," Mama said, in a fuss, + "We can't have _her_ to stay with us: + I do not like my Jane to mix + With children who have naughty tricks." + But Jane said, with a gentle smile, + Plying her needle all the while, + "Pray, let her come here, dear Mama, + With the permission of Papa; + I have a hope that she might be + Influenced for her good by me: + For I could show her that she would + Be happier if she were good." + + [Illustration: "_She bought a rod that afternoon_"] + + + [Illustration: "_Ann was brought there by + a serving man_"] + + At this her kind Mama relented, + And, as her good Papa consented, + That very day her mother wrote + Her uncle quite a cordial note, + Saying, "I think that it is clear + Your Ann should spend your absence here" + As she expected Ann quite soon, + She bought a rod that afternoon. + And sure enough, next Tuesday, Ann + Was brought there by a serving-man. + Alas! alas! it soon was plain + She was not in the least like Jane! + She ran and laughed and romped about, + And raised a hubbub and a shout. + "Oh, fie!" said Jane, "Pray, cousin Ann, + Do be more tranquil if you can." + But Ann just laughed, and did not care, + And tweaked her cousin by the hair. + When they were out she climbed a tree, + Which quite annoyed the "busy Bee." + "Fie, fie!" she cried. Ann said "Here goes:" + And aimed an acorn at her nose! + So Jane replied, "My good Mama + Shall know how rude and rough you are." + "Your good Mama!" said little Ann; + "Well, if you want to tell, you can." + She went away--went whistling too, + Such a rude, boyish thing to do! + + [Illustration: "_Aimed an acorn at her nose_"] + + + [Illustration: "'_Indeed, _indeed_, I would much rather + not proceed_'"] + + They went home shortly after, so + Jane told Mama her tale of woe. + "I do not tell this tale from choice," + She said, in her most gentle voice; + "I thought you ought to know, you see, + How cousin Ann climbed up a tree; + And when I chid in gentle fashion, + She flew into a dreadful passion, + And--dear Mama, indeed, _indeed_, + I would much rather not proceed." + But since her mother thought it best, + She dutifully told the rest. + --"She threw things at me, tore my hair, + And _whistled_ as she left me there!" + At this Mama looked grim and stern, + And said that Ann had much to learn; + And that she really felt unable + To have such naughty girls at table. + So when the others supped that day + (Their stew smelt sav'ry by the way), + Ann had to stand upon a seat, + And did not get a thing to eat; + While Jane kept slyly peeping round, + And swallowed with a sucking sound. + And there poor Ann was forced to stay + When supper was all cleared away. + Jane's good Papa began to read + A very solid book indeed; + Jane took her work, and sat near by, + And pricked Ann's ankles on the sly. + + [Illustration: "_Pricked Ann's ankles on the sly_"] + + + [Illustration: "_Laughed at her look of pained surprise_"] + + And there in fact Ann had to wait + Until the clock was striking eight, + When Jane's Mama believed it time + To say that ladies never climb, + But that to fall into a pet, + And fight, is more disgraceful yet! + Her little loving, gentle Jane + Should not be treated so again. + She added more. At last she said + Ann might come down, and go to bed. + Jane gently whispered, "Dear, you would + Be happier if you were good." + Ann mutter'd "Pig!"--but no one heard + Her use that most improper word. + It chanced that nearly every day + The cousins quarrelled at their play. + Good little Janie always ran + And told Mama of naughty Ann; + --Of how she tied Jane's flaxen hair + To the back portion of her chair, + And when her cousin tried to rise, + Laughed at her look of pained surprise. + How she had torn Jane's Sunday skirt, + And squirted at her with a squirt! + --And how another evening, she + Slipped salt into Jane's dish of tea; + And many another naughty feat + Did Ann perform and Jane repeat. + When Ann called Jane a "Tell-tale-tit," + She went and told Mama of it. + She sighed, "I wondered how she _could!_ + I long to help her to be good." + Jane's kind Mama, I need not say, + Behaved in the most prudent way; + Correcting Ann in various ways + And giving Jane much well-earned praise. + + [Illustration: "_Slipped salt into Jane's dish of tea_"] + + + [Illustration: "_Off she started at a run_"] + + Now in that village, every year + The people held a cattle fair; + And stalls and tents and swings were seen + Set up upon the village green. + Now when the fair came round that spring + Ann longed to go like anything. + "Oh, Aunt," she cried, "do let us go!" + And pouted when her Aunt said "No." + Next morning when out walking, Ann + Concocted such a naughty plan! + She had some money of her own, + And she would see the fair alone! + (I hope no other little miss + Has ever made a scheme like this.) + When she believed that no one saw, + She slipped out at the big front door, + And off she started at a run, + To see the shows and all the fun. + Now little Jane sat prim and neat + Upon the parlour window seat; + And so she saw her cousin go, + And guessed she meant to see the show. + "Mama!" she murmured, with a sigh, + "My cousin Ann has just run by; + I sadly fear--but no! oh, no! + It could not be to see the show." + Mama at once sent Betsy out + To see what Ann could be about: + And Betsy found her at the fair + Watching a big performing bear; + And Betsy brought her to her Aunt, + Altho' she fought and cried "I shan't! + I shan't go back! I won't go in!" + --And kicked poor Betsy on the shin. + + [Illustration: "_Watching a big performing bear_"] + + + [Illustration: "_Jane fetched the rod_"] + + Her Aunt, on hearing all, looked grave, + And said, "Is this how you behave? + You disobeyed me, and you fought! + --Go, Jane, and fetch the rod I bought." + Jane joyfully laid down her book, + And ran off with a merry look; + While Ann stood looking pale and queer, + And wishing that "Papa were here." + "Miss, to your room!" Mama said; so + Away poor Ann was forced to go. + Jane fetched the rod, and said, "Oh, why + Will my poor cousin be so sly? + I cannot bear," the child confessed, + "To see my dear Mama distressed." + Mama then took the rod, and went, + Leaving her daughter well content: + Jane's gentle smile grew quite sublime, + For her Mama was gone some time. + + [Illustration: "_Jane's gentle smile grew quite sublime_"] + + + [Illustration: "_Hot and tired_"] + + When twenty minutes had expired + She came in looking hot and tired; + And very shortly after, she + Went out to drink a dish of tea + With several friends she long had known, + Leaving her little girl alone. + Jane found it rather dull to read; + She soon felt very dull indeed. + How interesting Ann's tales had been + About that circus she had seen. + Jane wished Mama had let them go + And see this cattle fair and show. + She almost thought it would be fun + To go alone, as Ann had done. + "'Twill be her fault, if I _do_ go; + _She_ made me want to see the show. + Mama will not suspect the plan + Because I told her about Ann," + She said, as she decided on it, + And went to fetch her beaver bonnet. + Betsy the maid was busy, so + Nobody saw Miss Janie go. + Prim and particular and neat + She minced along the village street, + And safely reached the village green + Unnoticed, and in fact unseen. + Once there, Miss Jane, I grieve to say, + Behaved in quite a naughty way! + --She even rode a wooden horse, + Though with propriety, of course; + She bought some sweetmeats at a stall + And then sat down and ate them all; + She saw the clowns and acrobats, + And the performing dogs and cats. + She thought them very clever, yet + The pig-faced lady was her pet! + + [Illustration: "_With propriety_"] + + + [Illustration: "_A woman saw her tears_"] + + Soon it grew dark, and little Jane + Began to feel some drops of rain; + Her gown would spot, if it got wet; + And what a whipping she would get + If kind Mama could ferret out + What her dear child had been about. + If she got wet, they'd ask her "Why?"-- + And here poor Jane began to cry. + A woman saw her tears--and saw + The pretty necklace which she wore. + "Come, come!" she said, "my little Miss, + Don't spoil your pretty eyes like this; + If you're afraid of getting wet + Come to my caravan, my pet, + And I'll be proud if Miss will take + A dish of tea and slice of cake." + Jane thought the woman kind and nice, + And so she followed her advice: + But after she had drunk her tea + She felt as drowsy as could be, + And so, although she tried to keep + Awake, she soon was fast asleep. + When she awoke, her head felt fit + To fall to pieces, and to split; + Her necklace and her clothes were gone, + And she had next to nothing on. + Her hair was short, and was--alack! + No longer fair, but bluish black! + And she herself was--only think! + Spotted all over brown and pink! + Too scared to cry, she rose and saw + A giant, dwarf, and several more. + In fact, it soon was pretty plain + These wicked men had stolen Jane, + And meant to use her as a show, + Dressed as a "spotted child," you know. + She struggled hard to be polite; + "Pray, sirs," she asked, "can this be right?" + "You 'old your bloomin' row!" they said, + And rudely cuffed her on the head. + + [Illustration: "'_Pray, sirs,' she asked, + 'can this be right?_'"] + + + [Illustration: "_Quite fond of Ann_"] + + When Jane's Mama at length returned, + How dreadful was the news she learned! + Her child was gone!--And it was vain + To seek and search and call for Jane! + They hunted for her everywhere-- + They even sought her at the fair; + But days went by, and then a week, + So that it seemed no use to seek. + Oddly enough--Mama began + Really to feel quite fond of Ann, + Now that there was no virtuous Jane + To carry tales and to complain. + And Ann felt sorry for her Aunt + Altho' she said: "I really can't + Conceive why it should cause her pain + To lose a little pig like Jane!" + Now that Ann's Aunt was left in peace + She made excuses for her niece; + If she were noisy at her play, + She said, "I like to see her gay." + And if she grew a trifle wild, + She only shook her head and smiled. + When Ann's Papa returned, one day, + And came to fetch his child away, + Mama was grieved to lose her niece, + And proffered her a guinea-piece, + Saying: "You must stay longer, when + You come to visit me again." + Now all this time, poor Jane, we know, + Was made a laughing-stock and show. + They told her, did she dare explain + That she was only little Jane, + And not a spotted girl at all, + They'd beat her till she couldn't crawl. + She had to wait on all the rest, + And had to do her very best; + + [Illustration: "_Proffered her a guinea-piece_"] + + + [Illustration: "_She had to wait on all the rest_"] + + So that, she sometimes quite forgot + Whether her back was straight or not! + And even, so the story goes, + Sometimes forgot to point her toes! + Jane found the children in the van + Were infinitely worse than Ann; + They punched her head and tore her hair, + And pinched and nipped her everywhere, + And when she said, "A little child + Ought to be tractable and mild!" + They only made an ugly face, + And pinched her in another place. + After a time this seemed to teach + Jane it was better not to preach: + And even now and then, she would + Forget that she was very good. + She wished it had not been her plan + Always to tell Mama of Ann. + After two months had passed away, + She even might be heard to say + That she had been a spiteful cat + To treat her Cousin Ann like that! + Now Jane's good parents went to stay + With Ann's Papa one autumn day; + And while they both were staying there, + The people held a kind of fair. + "Pray, brother," Jane's Mama began, + "Do let me take your little Ann; + For she would like to see the show." + And he replied, "We all might go." + And so that afternoon they went, + And gravely passed from tent to tent; + And finally, the party stept + Into the tent where freaks where kept. + + [Illustration: "_Gravely passed from tent to tent_"] + + + [Illustration: "_And threw her arms round little Ann_"] + + "Look at that child," said one, "I'm sure + Her spots are paint and nothing more." + Cried Ann: "I do not care a fig + For looking at that spotted pig!" + But at her voice, Jane shrieked and ran, + And threw her arms round little Ann. + "Save me! oh, save me!" she did plead; + "I'm not a spotted pig, indeed!" + While her Mama screamed out, "You're not + My Jane!"--and fainted on the spot. + And her Papa desired to know + Who was the master of the show? + But he, as afterwards transpired, + Had very modestly retired. + Then everyone had much ado + To bring Jane's fainting mother to: + At last she sat up with a start, + And pressed her darling to her heart. + "My Jane!" she cried, "my Jane!! my Jane!!!" + And seemed inclined to faint again. + + [Illustration: "_Fainted on the spot_"] + + + [Illustration] + + When Jane regained her native hearth + She had a very thorough bath: + But tho' she used all soaps then known, + And soda too, and pumice-stone, + She sadly saw she still had got + More than one noticeable spot! + And so poor Miss Jemima Jane + Tho' still more good, is still more plain. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23456.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23456.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0993db5cf1d06bd02efaa7d6b837f797ffb4522b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23456.txt @@ -0,0 +1,546 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive.) + + + + + + + + + + +MORE +DOLLIES + +RUTH +COBB +AND +RICHARD +HUNTER + + + + +THE DUMPY BOOKS +FOR CHILDREN + + +25. More Dollies + + + + +_The Dumpy Books for Children_ + +CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH + +1. The Flamp. +2. Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories. +3. The Bad Family. +4. The Story of Little Black Sambo. +5. The Bountiful Lady. +6. A Cat Book. +7. A Flower Book. +8. The Pink Knight. +9. The Little Clown. +10. A Horse Book. +11. Little People: An Alphabet. +12. A Dog Book. +13. The Adventures of Samuel and Selina. +14. The Little Girl Lost. +15. Dollies. +16. The Bad Mrs. Ginger. +17. Peter Piper's Practical Principles. +18. Little White Barbara. +19. The Japanese Dumpy Book. +20. Towlocks and His Wooden Horse. +21. The Three Little Foxes. +22. The Old Man's Bag. +23. The Three Goblins. +24. Dumpy Proverbs. +25. More Dollies. +26. Little Yellow Wang-lo. +27. Plain Jane. +28. The Sooty Man. +29. Fishy-Winkle. + +_A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had, price 2s. +net; or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price £1 net._ + +London: GRANT RICHARDS, +48, LEICESTER SQUARE. + + + + +More Dollies + +Pictures by Ruth Cobb +Verses by Richard Hunter + +ILLUSTRATED +IN COLOURS + + +_London:_ +GRANT RICHARDS +1903 + +[Illustration] + + + + +Saint Nicholas. + + +Saint Nicholas brings presents + For little girls and boys; +Saint Nicholas brings dozens + Of all the nicest toys. + +Hang out your biggest stocking + Before you go to sleep; +But if you hear him coming, + You mustn't even peep. + +[Illustration: Saint Nicholas.] + +[Illustration: The Sea-side Doll.] + + + + +The Sea-side Doll. + + +There's one doll for winter, + When ice comes and snow; +Another for spring time, + When primroses grow. + +A dolly for dark nights, + To take into bed; +And one for the morning, + Till lessons are said. + +But this is the dolly + To play on the sands, +You see both a pail and + A spade in her hands. + + + + +Ping-Pong. + + +Sing a song of Ping-pong, + Fast away he ran: +"Come along," said Ping-pong, + "Catch me if you can!" + +Sing a song of Ping-pong, + Racquet and a ball: +"Come along," said Ping-pong, + "You can't run at all!" + +[Illustration: Ping-Pong.] + +[Illustration: Jujuba.] + + + + +Jujuba. + + +Here's Uncle Jujuba, + Who has a sweet tooth; +He used to eat sugar- + Cane oft in his youth, + +In South Carolina, + Where sugar-cane grows, +From which they make sugar, + As everyone knows. + + + + +Blue-Coat. + + +His dressing-gown's blue, and + His girdle is red; +He wears a black cap + On top of his head. + +He carries a candle + To give you a light, +In case you should ever + Get up in the night. + +[Illustration: Blue-Coat.] + +[Illustration: Punch.] + + + + +Punch. + + +There is a queer dolly named Punch, +Who has a remarkable hunch. + The tip of his nose + Is red as a rose, +And that's how you know Mister Punch. + + + + +The Shepherdess. + + +Shepherdess! Shepherdess! + Looks to the sheep; +Shepherdess! Shepherdess! + Watches their sleep. + +Shepherdess! Shepherdess! + When they cry "Baa," +Shepherdess! Shepherdess! + Knows where they are. + +[Illustration: The Shepherdess.] + +[Illustration: The Cowboy.] + + + + +The Cowboy. + + +There was a bold cowboy + Came out of the west; +Of all the bold riders, + This cowboy's the best. + +The horse he brought with him + Will not run away; +But stands by the side of + His master all day. + + + + +Blackman the Giant. + + +This is the long and + The short of it too: +One dolly stood still, + The other one grew. + +She who is little + Prefers to be tall; +Blackman the giant + Would like to be small. + +[Illustration: Blackman the Giant.] + +[Illustration: The Twins.] + + + + +The Twins. + + +If one were not blue, + While the other is red, +You'd fancy that Su- + San was Mary instead. + +If one were not red, + While the other is blue, +'Twould surely be said, + That Miss Mary was Sue! + + + + +The Highlander. + + +Right about, left about, + Halt and stand at ease! +Shoulder arms, attention, + Steady, if you please. + +Order arms, present arms, + Forward, by your right! +Double, double, double, + Double to the fight! + +[Illustration: The Highlander.] + +[Illustration: Policeman.] + + + + +Policeman. + + +When little dolls in Nurs'ry Street, + Do anything that's wrong; +Throw stones, or knock each other down, + Policeman comes along. + +"Move on, move on," Policeman cries; + Be sure they never fail; +For if they did not move at once, + He'd take them off to jail. + + + + +Mollie. + + +Mollie's frock is crimson, + Her petticoat's of lace; +Mollie's hair is golden, + And curls about her face. + +Mollie's friends are many, + She's off to visit one; +Mollie takes her sunshade, + To keep away the sun. + +[Illustration: Mollie.] + +[Illustration: The Swinging Clown.] + + + + +The Swinging Clown. + + Swing up! + Swing down! +Here goes the clown. + + Swing left! + Swing right! +Mind you hold tight. + + Swing low! + Swing high! +Right to the sky. + + + + +Algeria. + + +Dolly's home's far away, + Far away in Algiers, +On the African coast, + She won't see it for years. + +But she whispers at night, + And her eyes fill with tears; +"How I wish--how I wish, + I were back in Algiers!" + +[Illustration: Algeria.] + +[Illustration: Dame Crump.] + + + + +Dame Crump. + + +Some dolls are ev'ry bit as good + As little girls and boys; +They never pout or shake themselves, + And never make a noise. + +But other dollies make mistakes; + Won't do as they are told; +Won't stand upright, or shut their eyes, + However much you scold! + +And then's the time for old Dame Crump + To enter with her stick, +And make them mind their p's and q's; + 'Tis well if they are quick! + + + + +Prince Charming. + + +This is Prince Charming, + Whom often you meet, +Riding or walking + In Nursery Street. + +See the red feather + He wears in his hat, +Always you know he's + Prince Charming by that. + +[Illustration: Prince Charming.] + +[Illustration: Mister Merryman.] + + + + +Mister Merryman. + + +He's always standing on his toes, + And never on his heels; +He's always holding up his arms-- + I wonder how it feels. + +Two balls are always in his hands, + He never lets them drop; +He's always smiling just like this, + And never seems to stop. + + + + +Dinah. + + +Dinah's cheeks are black as coal; + Dinah's lips are red; +Dinah's eyes are bright, although + Dinah's off to bed. + +Dinah's bows are green and blue; + Dinah's teeth are white; +Dinah's bottle's meant to feed + Dinah in the night. + +[Illustration: Dinah.] + +[Illustration: Smiler.] + + + + +Smiler. + + +He smiles throughout the morning, + And all the afternoon; +He smiles whene'er the sun shines, + And also at the moon. + +He smiles upon the carpet, + Or when you pick him up; +He smiles all through his dinner, + And when he goes to sup. + + + + +The Coachman. + + +There was a grand coachman, + Who drove the Lord Mayor; +And never drove less than + A carriage and pair. + +He wore a red waistcoat, + He carried a whip, +And when the boys saw him, + They shouted "Hip! hip!" + +[Illustration: The Coachman.] + +[Illustration: Little Yam Mango.] + + + + +Little Yam Mango. + + +Little Yam Mango + Has beautiful eyes, +Also the brightest + Of scarlet neckties. + +Little Yam Mango + Will never go out; +Being so lazy, + He's grown very stout. + + + + +Brownie. + + +There is a brown dolly + Who has a guitar; +She plays on it always, + Tra lal, tra lal la! + +She has a new ditty + For every day; +I wish you could hear it, + Tra lal, tra lal lay! + +[Illustration: Brownie.] + +[Illustration: The Imp.] + + + + +The Imp. + + +You may call him an imp, + Or a gnome or a sprite; +And whate'er you call him + You are sure to be right. + +He is here, he is there, + He will never stay long; +If you think he is caught, + You are sure to be wrong. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23459.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23459.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5e164b4fbce5e7adc2953a06502a5fa8f1a4378e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23459.txt @@ -0,0 +1,390 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + [The HTML version of this text includes all illustrations.] + + + + FISHY-WINKLE + + JEAN C. ARCHER + + + + + THE DUMPY BOOKS + FOR CHILDREN + + 29. Fishy-Winkle + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children + +CLOTH, ROYAL 32mo, 1/6 EACH + + 1. The Flamp. + 2. Mrs. Turner's Cautionary Stories. + 3. The Bad Family. + 4. The Story of Little Black Sambo. + 5. The Bountiful Lady. + 6. A Cat Book. + 7. A Flower Book. + 8. The Pink Knight. + 9. The Little Clown. + 10. A Horse Book. + 11. Little People: An Alphabet. + 12. A Dog Book. + 13. The Adventures of Samuel and Selina. + 14. The Little Girl Lost. + 15. Dollies. + 16. The Bad Mrs. Ginger. + 17. Peter Piper's Practical Principles. + 18. Little White Barbara. + 19. The Japanese Dumpy Book. + 20. Towlocks and His Wooden Horse. + 21. The Three Little Foxes. + 22. The Old Man's Bag. + 23. The Three Goblins. + 24. Dumpy Proverbs. + 25. More Dollies. + 26. Little Yellow Wang-lo. + 27. Plain Jane. + 28. The Sooty Man. + 29. Fishy-Winkle. + +_A Cloth Case to contain Twelve Volumes can be had, price 2s. net; +or the First Twelve Volumes in Case, price L1 net._ + + LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS, + 48, Leicester Square. + + + + + [Illustration (Publisher's Device) + SIR JOSEPH CAUSTON & SONS LTD. / LONDON] + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + Fishy-Winkle + + by + + Jean C. Archer + Author of "Samuel and Selina" + + ILLUSTRATED + IN COLOURS + + LONDON: + GRANT RICHARDS + 1903 + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + + Mistress O'Hara lives down by the sea, + A skittish and beautiful widow is she; + She has black shiny tresses, and curly buff toes, + And a heavenly tilt to the tip of her nose! + + She has three little children, the eldest is four + (Nurse says he is naughty enough to be more); + The Twins are dear dumplings, and they and their brother + Are always in scrapes-- + Of one kind, or another. + + [Illustration] + + + This morning poor Mistress O'Hara looks blue, + As indeed she has every reason to do; + For the third time this week Nurse has come in to say, + "If you please 'm, the children have all run away!" + + "Oh! bother those children--well, first let us look + In the larder, to see what provisions they took; + If the pumpkin pie's gone, they are off for the day, + If they only took raisins, they're not far away." + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + They look in the larder, and what do you think? + Find nothing whatever to eat or to drink. + "Alack!" says the Cook; "it is just as I feared: + The whole of my dinner has clean disappeared." + + "This is really too bad," says Mama, in a rage, + As she slips on her pattens and turns down the page + Of the book she is reading, and starts out to find + The darlings, to give them a piece of her mind! + + She takes a big stick and makes tracks for the sea, + Where she's pretty well sure all the truants will be; + Yama-Guchi, she knows, leads the Twins by the nose, + And they patiently follow wherever he goes. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Sure enough, the first things that she sees on the shore + Are footprints, and further on several more-- + And still further on there are two little rows + Of shoes, and some other superfluous clo'es. + + But where are the children? The children are _gone_!! + Oh! doesn't poor Mistress O'Hara take on! + She weeps and she wails and she tears out her hair, + And rolls on the sands in the depths of despair. + + The sand it is gritty, the sand it is dry, + It scratches her nose and gets into her eye; + Her throat feels as if she had swallowed a peck, + And the rolling soon gives her a crick in her neck. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + So she picks up her pattens, her stick and her fan, + And bundles her hair up as well as she can. + Next minute it all stands on end with surprise: + She stares and she stares, disbelieving her eyes-- + + For there, as if just newly dropped from the skies, + Are the children, all looking as chirpy as flies; + But what flabbergasts the poor lady the most + Is the sight of a MER-BABY, dumped on a post. + + Such a queer little object she never has seen, + It has eyes big as saucers, all glazy and green; + A mere speck of a nose, scarcely raised from its face, + And a mouth that meanders all over the place. + + Yama-Guchi is dancing and shouting with glee-- + "Did you come from the earth, or the sky, or the sea?" + While the Twins, with amazement struck utterly dumb, + Stand solemnly gazing, each sucking a thumb. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + They implore it to speak, but they are not prepared + For the size of its mouth, and are horribly scared; + Making sure it is going to swallow them all-- + Yet its voice when it speaks is quite squeaky and small. + + "My name's Fishy-Winkle--I live in the sea, + To-day I played truant from school, for a spree; + But, oh! how I wish that I never had come, + For the tide has gone out and I cannot get home." + + "Cheer up, Fishy-Winkle, and don't make a fuss, + Get into the go-cart and run off with us; + We've rations for dinner and also for tea, + You will find it _much_ nicer than under the sea." + + They bring up the go-cart and Fishy jumps down. + "The more haste, the less speed," for he falls on his crown; + No matter, he's in now; they're off and--Houp La! + They are soon out of reach of their furious Ma! + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + + + + CHAPTER II. + + + See Fishy-Winkle drive in state + Across the shining sand; + With Yama-Guchi yoked in front, + A Twin on either hand! + + But soon each weary back is humped, + And bowed each jetty pate; + For Fishy, though he looks so small, + Is _not_ a feather-weight! + + At last they reach a cavern cool, + And sit down in a bunch, + Declaring they won't budge an inch, + Till they have had some lunch. + + The food-stuffs are a trifle mixed, + From joggling in the cart; + There's jam spread on the slim sardine, + Salt on the pumpkin tart! + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Right in the middle there appears + An unexpected guest; + Who kindly makes himself at home, + And feeds upon the best. + + The children look at him with awe, + And whisper: "Who is that?" + "Why, don't you know?" says Fishy-Wink, + "That is the HADDOCK-CAT!" + + The Haddock-Cat is very kind, + And when the meal is done + Cries: "Get upon my back, you four, + I'll take you for a run." + + He crouches down upon the sand, + And up the children jump; + Then he gets up--contrairy wise, + The children fall down flump!! + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + But nothing daunted, up they get, + And cling with might and main; + I fear they must have caused that Cat + Con-si-der-able pain! + + They joggled for a mile or more, + Then gasped out: "Th-that's enough: + We th-thank you kindly--now let's have + A game of Blind Man's Buff." + + That _was_ a game, the children shrieked + And laughed until they cried; + The Cat could never catch at all, + However hard he tried. + + He chased them up, he chased them down, + He chased them all about; + He chased them round and round and round, + Until his strength gave out. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + They led him to a shady wood, + To sniff the cooling breeze, + And watch the poly-poddy frogs + A-jumping in the trees. + + The frogs were shiny, fat and green; + They sat about in rows, + And held on to the branches by + Their multifarious toes! + + While there they sat, a cheerful shout + Rang out across the sea; + And Fishy-Winkle sighed and said: + "I guess they're calling me. + + "The tide is in, my time is up, + I must go home again; + My brothers six are beckoning me + Across the rolling main." + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + The children followed in his train + As far as they could get, + Until the water got too deep, + And all their clothes too wet. + + "Be sure and come again," they cried, + "To play, some other day." + And Fishy waved a friendly hand, + From very far away. + + + + + CHAPTER III. + + + Mistress O'Hara has taken her stand, + With rage in her heart and a stick in her hand; + So fierce is her frown and so wild is her eye, + That poor Yama-Guchi feels ready to die. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Her patience is stretched to the end of its tether, + She knocks all the heads of the children together; + Then--when she's reduced them to sorrow and tears-- + She repents of her harshness--the poor little dears! + + She agrees to forget and forgive just once more, + And homewards they stroll by the sunshiny shore; + You can see by the picture how happy they look-- + On the next page you'll see the effect on-- + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + the COOK!! + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Errors and Inconsistencies noted by transcriber: + + 13. The Adventures of Samuel and Selina. [final . missing] + Then he gets up--contrairy wise, [text unchanged] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23465.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23465.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4db9dd5014c26c08bb852bf4d1dccda541204613 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23465.txt @@ -0,0 +1,351 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Janet Blenkinship, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINS + +BY + +MABEL G. TAGGART + +LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS 1903 + + + + +THE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINS. + + +Once upon a time there were three little goblins. + +Their names were Red-Cap, Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap, and they lived in a +mountain. + +The goblins had a great friend--a green frog whose name was Rowley. + +Rowley came every year to see the little goblins, and told them stories +about the Big World where he lived. + +The goblins had never seen the Big World, and often asked their father +to let them go with Rowley, but he always said, "Not yet, my sons." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The name of the goblins' father was Old Black-Cap. + +He was King of the Mountain. + +At last, one day Old Black-Cap called the three goblins and said to +them: "I am going to send you into the Big World to look for something +which the fairies stole from me a long time ago. A Red Feather which +always belongs to the King of the Mountain. Go, my sons, and the one who +finds it shall be king of this mountain after me." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Red-Cap, Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap said good-bye to their father and +climbed out into the Big World through a rabbit hole. When they had gone +a little way they saw something lying on the ground. Something large and +white and round. + +"What is that?" they all cried together. + +Red-Cap, who was the eldest, got inside it to see what it was made of. + +"Oh! oh!" cried Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap. "It is moving! Stop! Stop!" But +the white thing rolled away down the mountain with poor little Red-Cap +inside it; faster and faster it went, and Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap were +left quite behind. + +Now little Red-Cap was a brave goblin, but he was rather frightened when +the White Thing began to roll so fast. He wondered if it would ever +stop, when--Bump! Splash!--he found he was in the water, and something +big with a smooth coat was close beside him. It was a kind water-rat who +had seen the poor little goblin roll into the water. + +"I can swim," said Mr. Rat. "I will hold you by the collar and take you +to dry land again." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Red-Cap thanked the kind water-rat very much, and they sat down on the +bank of the stream to rest. Red-Cap told the rat all about his father +and brothers and the Red Feather, and soon Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap came +running up, quite out of breath, but very glad to find their brother +quite safe and not even scratched. + +They all soon said good-bye to the rat, who wished them good luck, +showed them the road and told them to look in a tree--which he pointed +out--where he said they would find something which would help them very +much. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The goblins raced to the tree. Yellow-Cap won the race and climbed up +quickly, while the others ran all round looking to see what they could +find. + +They found nothing, and Yellow-Cap was just coming down again when he +spied a bird's-nest with three dear little blue eggs in it. He crawled +along the branch to look at the eggs, and saw something white under the +nest. Yellow-Cap pulled it gently, and out came an envelope. Full of joy +he slipped down to his brothers. + +They opened the envelope and found a sheet of paper on which was written +in gold letters,-- + + "You who seek the Feather Red + First the Serpent's blood must shed; + In the cave where fairies dwell + The Feather lies, so search it well." + +"Hurrah!" cried Red-Cap. "Let us make haste and find the cave." + +Soon they came to a big dark forest, and after they had gone a little +way they saw a fence and a large board on which was written in red +letters,-- + + TOM TIDDLER'S + GROUND + + TRESPASSERS + WILL BE + PROSECUTED. + +The goblins looked over the fence and saw that the ground was covered +with gold and silver! + +"Oh!" they cried, "let us fill our pockets. What fun!" and they began to +climb over the fence. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +They all got safely down on the other side, and seeing no one about they +began to fill their pockets with the shining money, singing, "We are on +Tom Tiddler's ground, picking up gold and silver." + +Suddenly they heard a big rough voice say, "Yes, you are on Tom +Tiddler's ground, and Tom Tiddler will lock you all up, you little +thieves." + +The goblins dropped their handfuls of gold and silver, and found +themselves caught up by a great big giant who carried them off, with +great long strides, to his house. + +Tom Tiddler took them into a large kitchen where Mrs. Tiddler was busy +making the tea. + +"Wife," said he, "put these goblins in the pantry, and we will have them +fried on toast for breakfast." + +The poor little brothers were locked up in the pantry, and they sat down +on the floor holding each others hands very tight and shaking with fear. + +At last they grew bolder, and began to think how they could get away. +They tried to open the window, and found to their joy that Tom Tiddler +had forgotten to lock it. They crept out very quietly and climbed down +by the thick ivy which grew up the wall. + +The goblins ran as fast as they could, only stopping to fill a sack +which they had found with gold and silver. They knew that Tom Tiddler +and his wife were at tea, and would not think of coming out for some +time. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The brothers managed, after a great deal of hard work, to get the sack +over the fence, and as it was too heavy to drag with them they agreed to +bury it in the forest and dig it up as they came back. + +Just when they were ready a rabbit came up to them. "Hullo, little +chaps," said the rabbit, "where are you off to?" + +"We are on our way to the fairies' cave," they replied. + +"You have a long way to go yet," said the rabbit; "the cave is on an +island in the sea; but I am going that way, and if you jump on my back I +will give you a lift." + +The little brothers thanked the rabbit very much, as they were feeling +tired after their hard work. As soon as they were safely seated the +rabbit started off. + +On and on they went until they had left the dark forest far behind, and +were on the sea-shore. Here the rabbit stopped, saying, "I can take you +no farther; you have now to cross the water, and must consult the Great +Fish. He will appear if you knock three times on the rock. Take also +this red dust, you will find it useful;" and putting a little bag of red +dust into Red-Cap's hand the rabbit ran off. + +The goblins did as the rabbit had told them, and when they had knocked +three times on a rock a large fish raised itself slowly out of the water +and said, "Why have you called me?" + +"Please will you tell us how to get to the fairies' cave?" said +Blue-Cap. + + "Look between the rocks so green, + There a boat will soon be seen; + In the boat you all must sail, + Wafted gently by the gale." + +said the fish, and sank again beneath the blue waves. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The brothers, after looking about for a little while, found a white boat +between two big rocks covered with green seaweed. They pulled it out and +got in, and no sooner had they sat down than a gentle wind sprang up and +blew them steadily out to sea. They were rather frightened as they had +never been on the sea before, but soon they saw that they were coming to +land. The land proved to be an island, and when the boat stopped on the +yellow sand the goblins all jumped out. + +They made the boat fast by tying the rope to a large piece of rock, and +feeling that their hardest work was coming walked bravely over the +sands, carrying a boat-hook which they had found in the boat. + +They soon came to a dark cave in the rocks. In front of the cave was a +big dragon which breathed fire out of its mouth and roared like hundreds +of lions. The goblins, after trying many times, managed to creep over +the rocks behind the dragon, and throwing the dust which the rabbit had +given them into its flaming eyes they at last, after a hard fight, +killed the monster and entered the cave. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The goblins looked round in the darkness for the serpent of which they +had heard, but they could not find it. + +At last, when they were sadly thinking of going back to the boat, +Red-Cap cried out that he saw something yellow in the dark shadow of a +rock. + +It was the serpent's tail! + +They all ran after it, shouting loudly, and it led them some way down a +rocky passage. + +It went very quickly, and they had to run very fast to keep it in sight; +but at last they caught it, and after a sharp struggle--in which poor +little Red-Cap nearly lost his life--killed it. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The three little brothers stood looking at the dead serpent, and while +they were looking it seemed to change! It moved! and grew thinner and +darker, and the bright yellow colour turned to orange, and from orange +colour to red, and then redder! and redder!! and redder!!! until they +saw--that it was no longer the serpent, but the Red Feather for which +they had come so far to look! + +At that moment a bright light seemed to shine, and standing near the +goblins was a lovely lady. + +"Goblins," she cried, "welcome to the cave of the fairies. Long have I +waited for this happy day, when my kingdom should be once more restored +to me. You must know that many years ago the wicked wizard, Tom Tiddler, +cast over me a cruel spell. I and my people were forced to leave our +fairy isle, and wander in the shape of birds in the Big World. We were +told that never would the spell be broken until three goblins should +enter the cave in search of a feather. We therefore stole your Royal Red +Feather, and hid it in our cave. No sooner had we done so than the cruel +wizard turned it into a yellow serpent and put a terrible dragon at the +entrance of the cave. Our friend Rowley the frog told your father that +we had stolen the feather, and as soon as you were old enough we gave +you the wish to undertake this journey. But for your courage I should +still be in Tom Tiddler's power. In return for your bravery I now charm +your Red Feather. Henceforth any goblin holding it in his hand shall +have his wish--whatever it may be--granted." As the Princess said these +words she touched the Feather with her wand. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The goblins thanked the lovely Princess many times, and asked her to +send for them at once if they could ever help her. They then took leave +of the fairies and started for home. + +They sailed again over the sea and found the rabbit waiting for them. +They jumped on the rabbit's back and off they went. When they got to the +place where they had left the sack of gold and silver they found it had +been dug up ready for them, and standing by it was a big blue bird with +a red beak and red legs. + +"Jump on," said he, "and I will pull you; I am Pukeko,[A] the fairies' +servant, sent to take you back to the mountain." + +[Footnote A: New Zealand Swamp-hen.] + +They thanked the kind rabbit, and jumping on the sack went on their way. +They had not gone far when they heard a great noise behind them, and +looking round saw Tom Tiddler trying hard to catch them. + +Before Tom Tiddler could touch them, however, Blue-Cap pointed the +Red Feather at him, and said, "I wish you to become a snail!" and Tom +Tiddler turned at once into a crawling snail. + +"He can never hurt any one again," the goblins cried with joy. "His +treasure now is ours. Hurrah!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +They soon reached home, and Old Black-Cap was very pleased to have them +back safe and sound. + +"My dear sons," said he, taking them in his arms, "the kingdom is yours. +Rule it well together, as together you have found the Feather. I am an +old man now, and shall be glad to see you on the throne." + +Old Black-Cap and his sons gave a mushroom feast to celebrate the +goblins' safe return. They invited the rat, the rabbit, the pukeko, and +Rowley the frog, and they all enjoyed it very much and lived happily +ever after. + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of the Three Goblins, by Mabel G. Taggart + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23467.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23467.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..460e5d4c436b45c1b6dd0af783f2258326ee2071 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23467.txt @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + +FAIRY'S ALBUM + +COPYRIGHT, + +O. M. DUNHAM 1884 + +CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED, +LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK. + +[Illustration] + +FAIRY'S ALBUM + +With Rhymes of Fairyland. + +[Illustration] + +CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED: + +_London, Paris & New York_ + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +_CONTENTS._ + + +FAIRY'S ALBUM 7 + +THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE 13 + +FAIRY'S FRIENDS 26 + +PEACE AND WAR 51 + +FAIRY'S DREAM 56 + +[Illustration] + + + + +FAIRY'S ALBUM. + + +[Illustration: FAIRY'S ALBUM. With Rhymes of Fairyland. + +CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED: + +_London, Paris & New York_] + +THIS IS FAIRY'S ALBUM. + + This is Fairy, bright as Spring, + Loving every living thing + With a love so sweet and true, + That all creatures love her too! + This is Fairy, bright as Spring, + IN FAIRY'S ALBUM. + +[Illustration] + + This is Fairy, wondrous wise, + Sunshine laughing in her eyes, + Who will prattle on for hours + To the brooks and trees and flowers, + To the birds and butterflies, + To all creatures 'neath the skies, + Understanding all they say + In a curious sort of way! + This is Fairy, wondrous wise, + IN FAIRY'S ALBUM. + +[Illustration] + + This is Fairy Fanciful, + Never moping, never dull, + For her mind is amply stored + With an overflowing hoard + Of the tales of fairy times, + And of quaint old nursery rhymes, + So that she can always find + Good companions when inclined! + This is Fairy Fanciful, + IN FAIRY'S ALBUM. + + + + +THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE. + + + This is a rhyme + Of ancient time + Of a certain old woman who lived in a shoe, + And had so many children she didn't know what to do: + Fairy knows her, and says it's true. + +[Illustration] + + This is the shoe. + And this is the dame + Without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + +[Illustration] + + These are the children, quite a score-- + Perhaps one less, perhaps one more-- + Who worried the dame without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + +[Illustration] + + This is the broth so weak and thin, + With never a bit of bread therein, + Made for the children, quite a score-- + Perhaps one less, perhaps one more-- + Who worried the dame without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is the stick so long and thick, + That followed the broth so weak and thin, + With never a bit of bread therein, + Made for the children, quite a score-- + Perhaps one less, perhaps one more-- + Who worried the dame without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + + This is the bed within the shoe, + That the children got in, two by two, + Urged by the stick so long and thick, + That followed the broth so weak and thin, + With never a bit of bread therein, + Made for the children, quite a score-- + +[Illustration] + + Perhaps one less, perhaps one more-- + Who worried the dame without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + + And this is the end of a tale that is true, + Of a wonderful bed in a wonderful shoe, + That the children got in, two by two, + Urged by the stick so long and thick, + That followed the broth so weak and thin, + With never a bit of bread therein, + Made for the children, quite a score-- + Perhaps one less, perhaps one more-- + Who worried the dame without a name, + WHO LIVED IN THE SHOE. + +[Illustration] + + + + +FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + +These are some of FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + + This is little Miss Bo-Peep, + She who often lost her sheep, + Went home weeping sore, and found + All her flock there safe and sound! + This is little Miss Bo-Peep-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is Jack, and this is Jill, + Who went forth their pail to fill, + And came tumbling down the hill! + Fairy says they do it still, + This strange couple--Jack and Jill-- + AND THEY'RE FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + This is lazy young Boy-Blue, + Dull in all he had to do: + Often Fairy and Bo-Peep + Found him lying fast asleep, + Heedless of his cows and sheep! + This is lazy young Boy-Blue-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is wonderful Dame Hubbard-- + Name that always rhymes with cupboard-- + Ever going out to buy + Something for her dog so sly, + Who would oft her patience try! + This is wonderful Dame Hubbard-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + This is Master Simple Simon: + Every day he meets a pie-man; + Every day, so runs the tale, + He will try to catch a whale, + Fishing in his mother's pail! + This is Master Simple Simon-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is Puss-in-Boots, so clever, + In all dangers ready ever, + In his labours failing never: + Puss-in-Boots, who has a name + Noted on the rolls of Fame! + This is Puss-in-Boots, so clever-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is Giant-killing Jack, + With his bugle on his back, + With his sword so keen and bright, + Ready ever foes to smite! + This is Giant-killing Jack-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + This, too, is that other Jack-- + He who, fearless of attack, + Dared the magic stalk to climb, + Facing giants many a time! + This is Master Bean-stalk Jack-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is just a little gnome, + One of those that make their home + In the mines beneath the ground + Where the precious gold is found! + This is just a little gnome-- + ONE OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + + This is Master Johnnie Horner, + Sitting crying in a corner; + Many stop and ask him why, + And to all he makes reply, + "'Cause no plums are in the pie!" + This is selfish Johnnie Horner-- + WORST OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + +[Illustration] + + This is Cinderella sweet, + With her slippers on her feet: + Cinderella at the ball, + Cinderella loved by all! + This is Cinderella sweet-- + BEST OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + This is where the story ends + Of Miss Fairy's many friends: + Others--fairies, gnomes, and elves-- + You can think of for yourselves! + This is where the story ends + OF FAIRY'S FRIENDS. + + + + +PEACE AND WAR. + + + Fairy, when she was not dreaming, + Fairy, when she was not scheming + Wondrous tales of gnome and elf, + Oft drew pictures for herself, + Fanciful as they could be: + Two are here for you to see. + + This is Peace: a little maiden + Who has gleaned all through the day, + Going home with arms well laden, + When the sunlight fades away. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + This is War: a baby brother + Threatened by a wasp that stings, + Getting ready soon to smother + That fierce yellow thing with wings. + + + + +FAIRY'S DREAM + + + Fairy fell asleep one day + With her album in her hand, + And she dreamt she lost her way + On the edge of Fairyland. + + There she met a little man. + Quaintly dressed, with cap and bells: + +[Illustration] + + "Read," he said, "Miss, if you can, + All the words the sign-post tells. + + "Though your album you may fill + With our portraits, understand + Hundreds more await you still + Here in wondrous Fairyland." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23478.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23478.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c55444f2e15dd2d40f7d04c4fc930d386d487793 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23478.txt @@ -0,0 +1,354 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + +SELF-DENIAL; + +OR, + +ALICE WOOD, AND HER MISSIONARY SOCIETY. + +[Illustration] + + +The village school-house was situated on a pretty green, and surrounded +by old elm-trees, and at a short distance and in full sight was a +candy-shop, kept by an old woman, whom the children called Mother +Grimes. Mother Grimes knew how to make the very best candies and cakes +that ever were eaten, and almost every day she displayed in her +shop-window some new kind of cake, or some new variety of candy, to +excite the curiosity or tempt the palates of her little customers, who +found it a very difficult matter to pass Mother Grimes's shop on their +way from school. + +One day, just after the school-bell rang to give notice of the recess, +a pretty little girl, by the name of Alice Wood, was seen very busily +running about among the school-girls and whispering to one and another. +Her object was to induce them to remain a little while after the school, +as she had something to propose to them. Alice was a great favourite, as +she was always willing to put herself to any inconvenience for the sake +of giving any one else pleasure. So they all readily consented to stay, +if it were only to please her. + +After school was out and the teacher had left, Alice collected the +girls together and told them her plan. "Girls," said she, "last night I +went to the missionary meeting, and some of you were there too. We heard +a missionary speak, who has just come back from India, and he told us of +the millions of poor degraded and ignorant people there, who have never +heard of God or the Bible, and who worship idol gods of wood and stone, +and sacrifice their children and themselves to these dumb idols; and he +told us of millions in other countries who are just as ignorant and +degraded, besides the multitudes in our own land who know nothing of +the Bible or the way of salvation. I knew all this before, to be sure, +for I have often heard it; but I never _felt_ it as I did last night; +and when the missionary called upon us children and told us that we +could do something to save these immortal souls, I felt, for the first +time in my life, that it was my duty, by denying myself some +gratifications and by trying to save money in other ways, to do all that +I could to send the word of God to those who are perishing. Girls," +said she, with earnestness, "I could hardly sleep last night, for I was +all the time going over in my mind the different ways in which I might +earn or save something, and I thought if all our school were to feel as +I did, and join me in this, we might collect a great many dollars a +year." + +Here some of the older girls began to whisper to each other that they +had no money to spare, and that their parents could not give them money +every day to send to the heathen. + +"Now stop a little while, girls, if you please," said Alice, "till I +just tell you what I want to have done. In the first place, I think it +will be so pleasant to form a sewing Society, to meet on Saturday +afternoons, and make bags and needle-cases and collars and many other +things to sell; and I know my father will be delighted to have us put a +box, with these things, in his store. Then, while we sew, I propose that +one reads aloud from some interesting book or paper about missions and +benevolent societies, and thus we shall all become interested in the +intelligence, and be more willing to work and save to help the needy." +Alice then, with a great deal of tact, proposed the names of those who +should be President, Secretary, and Treasurer of their Society, +selecting the very ones who had been opposed to her plan. One large girl +was still dissatisfied, and declared she would not join them, till Alice +moved that she should be appointed reader. This delighted her very much, +as she read remarkably well; and now all were pleased, and Alice went on +with her plan. + +"Now, about our laying up money, girls," said she. "I believe our +parents are none of them very rich, and yet we contrive to get a great +many pennies, in one way or another, to spend for our own gratification. +How many pennies do you think go, in a year, from our school into Mother +Grimes's pocket? Why enough to send a great many Bibles to the +destitute. Perhaps enough to support a missionary, or educate a heathen +child, or give a library or two to a poor Sunday-school. Just think of +it, girls! Now I, for one, spend certainly a penny a day for candy. How +many will that be in a year, Susy?" + +"Three hundred and sixty-five," answered little Susy Barnes. + +"Yes; three dollars and sixty-five cents will buy a great many Bibles +and good books," said Alice; "and then my father gives me a penny a week +for slate pencils. Now I am going to ask him to continue the penny a +week; and then I am going to see how long I can keep a pencil, for I +have been very careless in losing them. And in these, and other ways, I +hope I can save quite a sum of money in a year. Now, girls, will you +all think, between this time and tomorrow noon, how much you can save, +and then we will put it all down together, and see how much we can hope +to collect in a year?" + +The girls readily promised, and then, as they had stayed a long time, +they all set off in haste for their homes, full of the new project of +the Missionary Society. + + + + +PART II. + + +The next day, as soon as school was out, the little girls, of their own +accord, crowded around Alice, who stood with a pencil and piece of paper +in her hand, ready to put down their names, and the sums they each +thought she could save. Several of them thought they could save a penny +a day, instead of giving it to Mother Grimes; some a penny a week, and +some a penny a month. Alice told them, that if some of them could only +give a penny a year, she would gladly take that; and then, that they +might not be ashamed of giving so little, she read to them the story of +the "widow's mite." And when the girls laughed, because one little girl, +whose mother was very poor, said, "She would bring a penny _if she could +ever get one_," Alice kissed her, and said, + +"Perhaps, Kitty, your penny will be as acceptable, and do more good, +than hundreds of dollars from some very rich man who does not miss it at +all. At any rate you shall come into our Society and help us sew." + +Rachel Brown said "she was sure _she_ did not spend much money for +candy." + +"No! and why not, Miss Sugar-tooth?" said little Susy Barnes; "because +you always keep close to Alice Wood, as you go home from school, and you +know that the one that is nearest to her will always have half of her +candy." + +"Hush, Susy," said Alice, "I can tell you that no one will have half of +my candy after this, as I do not intend to buy any; and I am sure Rachel +can save a good deal if she chooses, for our Society." + +Clara Hall said, her father had promised her a quarter of a dollar if +she would have an ugly double tooth drawn, that had ached for some time. + +"But," said Clara, "the provoking thing aches the worst at night, and +then I think I will certainly have it out in the morning, but when the +morning comes it is sure to stop aching." Once or twice she said she had +gone to the dentist's door, but her courage failed. "But," said she, +"Alice, the very next time it aches as hard in the day as it does +sometimes in the night, I shall come with the tooth in one hand, and +the quarter of a dollar in the other, for the Society." + +Sally Bright said, their next neighbour had cut her hand very badly, and +had promised her a penny a day, for milking her cow for her, as long as +her hand continued lame; and those pennies should all come to Alice. + +Charlotte Green said, her father had promised her half a dollar if she +would leave off biting her nails. "And now," said she, "I mean to try in +earnest to break myself of this habit, that I may have something too to +give." + +"Well, girls," said Jane Prime, "my father, you know, keeps a large +nursery, and he gives me three cents a quart for peach stones and plum +stones; and he says he will pay that for as many as are brought to him. +So here is a fine way for any of you that choose to make money, as long +as fruit lasts." + +Alice Wood now reckoned up the promised sums, and said, + +"I think, girls, if we all keep the resolutions we have formed, that by +only saving the money that we should spend in other ways, and giving it +to the society, we can pledge ourselves to give altogether fifty dollars +a year; and with our Sewing Society, and the many other ways that have +been mentioned of earning a little money, I should not be surprised if +we should raise it to one hundred dollars a year. Just think what a sum +that would be, and how much good it may do, if we give it in a right +spirit, and with prayers for the blessing of God to accompany it. For +you know the missionary said the other evening, that we might give a +great deal of money, merely for the sake of having it published, or from +some other improper motive, and if it should do good to others, it would +not do any to ourselves; but that even a little given from a right +motive, and with fervent prayer for the Divine blessing, might +accomplish great things, and would return in mercy upon the head of the +giver. For, said he, (and these words are from the Bible,) 'He that hath +pity upon the poor, _lendeth_ unto the Lord, and that which he hath +given, _will he pay him again_.' And, 'The liberal soul shall be made +fat, and he that watereth, shall _himself be watered_.'" + +As the girls went home, they all kept on the side of the road opposite +to Mother Grimes's shop; for the old woman had a bad temper, and a very +loud voice, and they were all afraid of hearing from her if they passed +her shop without stopping to buy something. + +"What on earth is the matter with the children?" said old Mother Grimes +to herself. "Here, these two or three days past, hardly a soul of them +has been near the shop, and my candies are getting quite old." And +Mother Grimes went to work, and cracked nuts, and boiled new molasses, +and made nicer candies than ever; but all to no purpose. + +Rachel Brown did say to Alice Wood one day, "See, Alice, what beautiful +candy Mother Grimes has put in her shop-window to day." But Alice only +said, "Rachel, we have now a better use for our money; let us waste +nothing, but save all we can, so that we shall not feel, when we meet +our fellow-creatures at the last day, that any of them have perished +through our neglect, or because we were so selfish that we could not +deny ourselves a small gratification for the sake of supplying their +need." + +One day a knot of little girls were so bold as to pass directly by the +candy shop. The old woman stood in the door, and called out to them as +they passed, and asked them why they never stopped now. "See," said she, +"all my nice candies melting in the sun; and nobody but the flies to eat +them." + +"We have found something better to do with our pennies, Mother Grimes," +answered little Susy Barnes, who was the leader of the party, "than to +spend them in getting the tooth-ache, and making ourselves sick; and we +have all made up our minds that we will not buy any more candy." The old +woman flew into a passion, and talked so loud, that some of the little +girls were for running off, but Susy stood her ground undaunted. + +"I'll tell you what, Mother Grimes," said she, "if you will give up +selling candy, and keep slates, and pencils, and pens, and sponges, and +all such useful things for sale, we shall all be much more likely to +stop here, than to go all the way round to the booksellers." + +But Mother Grimes's wrath only increased the more, and as she showed +some signs of coming out after them, Susy was glad to join the +retreating party; and they all darted off without looking behind them, +and did not consider themselves perfectly safe, till they were seated at +their desks in the schoolroom. Mother Grimes soon found that it was +useless to try to tempt the little school-children any more, so she +determined to move off to some other place, "where," as she said, "the +children had no such foolish notions in their heads." + +And now the Sewing Society was started; and such a cutting and fixing, +and bustle as there was, till enough work was prepared to give them all +something to do! And then, when the one appointed began to read to them +the interesting accounts from the papers, even those that at first felt +no interest, but joined merely for the sake of being made officers in +the Society, became so much interested, that they too were willing to +practise great self-denial for the sake of aiding in sending the gospel +to the destitute. And now who can estimate the good that one such little +Society may accomplish? It is like casting a little pebble into the +smooth water; at first small circles are formed about the spot, but they +widen and increase, till we cannot see where the influence of that +little pebble upon the water ends. So it may be with this little +Society, but we shall never know, till the secrets of the last great day +are disclosed, how much good such an association may have accomplished; +how many souls the Bibles thus sent forth may have converted; and then, +too, how much good these converts may have done in teaching the way of +life to others, and these again to hundreds and thousands more! + +Children, is it not worth while to try and see if you cannot yourselves +do something, and induce others to join you, and see how much money you +can save, and make in the coming year? Do not ask your parents for money +just to throw into a box, but give that which you would have spent in +some other way. And then see if you have not ingenuity enough to find +out some plan of earning money for the sake of doing good with it. +Depend upon it, your interest in benevolent objects will increase from +the very moment that you deny yourself for the sake of giving to others. +Think what it would be to have even _one soul_ saved from among the poor +benighted heathen, to rise up in the last great day, and call you, yes +_you_, my little reader, blessed. Try it, and with daily prayers for the +blessing of God upon your efforts, see what you can do for the heathen; +remembering, that "he that converteth a _single_ sinner from the error +of his way, shall save a _soul from death_, and shall hide a multitude +of sins." + +[Illustration] + + + + +_Good Resolutions._ + + + Though I'm now in younger days, + Nor can tell what shall befall me, + I'll prepare for every place + Where my growing age shall call me. + + Should I e'er be rich or great, + Others shall partake my goodness: + I'll supply the poor with meat, + Never showing scorn nor rudeness. + + Where I see the blind or lame, + Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them; + I deserve to feel the same, + If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. + + If I meet with railing tongues, + Why should I return them railing? + Since I best revenge my wrongs + By my patience never failing. + + When I hear them telling lies, + Talking foolish, cursing, swearing, + First I'll try to make them wise + Or I'll soon go out of hearing. + + What though I be low and mean, + I'll engage the rich to love me; + While I'm modest, neat, and clean, + And submit when they reprove me. + + If I should be poor and sick, + I shall meet, I hope, with pity; + Since I love to help the weak, + Though they're neither fair nor witty. + + I'll not willingly offend, + Nor be easily offended; + What's amiss I'll strive to mend, + And endure what can't be mended. + + May I be so watchful still + O'er my humours and my passion, + As to speak, and do no ill, + Though it should be all the fashion. + + Wicked fashions lead to hell, + Ne'er may I be found complying + But in life behave so well, + Not to be afraid of dying. + + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: + +Obvious punctuation errors were repaired. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Self-Denial, by American Sunday-School Union + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23480.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23480.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..430af21b164318ea183be27a3a1b663125a2eb43 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23480.txt @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +Transcriber's Note: +Author noted as G. Boare in the opening pages, +and as G. Boase at the end of the text. Left +as printed. + + + * * * * * + + + WHAT BECAME OF THEM? + + AND + + THE CONCEITED LITTLE PIG + + BY + G. BOARE. + + [Illustration] + + Pictured by A. M. Lockyer. + + (Designed in England.) + Hildesheimer & Faulkner, London E. C. + (Printed in Germany.) + + + * * * * * + + + + + WHAT BECAME OF THEM? + + [Illustration] + + PICTURED + BY + A. M. LOCKYER + + HILDESHEIMER & FAULKNER, LONDON E. C. + GEO C. WHITNEY, NEW YORK. + + DESIGNED IN ENGLAND. PRINTED IN GERMANY. + + +[Illustration] + + He was a rat, and she was a rat, + And down in one hole they did dwell, + And both were as black as a witch's cat, + And they loved one another well. + + He had a tail, and she had a tail, + Both long and curling and fine, + And each said "Yours is the finest tail + In the world,--excepting mine!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + He smelt the cheese, and she smelt the cheese, + And they both pronounced it good, + And both remarked it would greatly add + To the charms of their daily food. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + So he ventured out, and she ventured out, + And I saw them go with pain, + But what befell them I never can tell, + For they never came back again. + + Anon. + +[Illustration] + +This poem is reprinted from "St. Nicholas" by kind permission of the +Century Company. + +[Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + + + +THE CONCEITED LITTLE PIG. + +[Illustration] + + + There were six little pigs, as I've heard people say, + Went out with their mother-pig walking one day, + The sun shone so bright, and the air was so free, + They might all have been happy, as happy could be. + + And so they all were, except one little brother, + Who thought he was wiser, poor thing, than his mother, + And was always contriving some nonsense to chatter, + And, when she reproved him, said, "What does it matter?" + "I scarcely need answer" his mother would say, + "You yourself will discover the matter one day. + "Take my word, you'll repent it, or sooner or later." + Says he "I repent it! why, what does it matter?" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Just while they were talking, a mastiff passed by, + Enjoying the sunshine and pretty blue sky. + Said this bad little pig "How I long to displease him + I daresay, if I grunt, it will mightily tease him." + + His mother replied, "It were better by far + To let him be quiet, and stay where you are, + For, if you affront him, he'll bite you I know." + "What matters it whether he bite me or no?" + + Said the silly young thing, and he scampered away + And grunted at Doggy, but what did Dog say? + Why, he turned round, and seizing Pig's ear with his teeth + He tore it, and worried him nearly to death. + + Then took himself off, and Pig ran away too. + And come to his mother to know what to do, + Who took no account of his crying and clatter. + He said, "Oh my ear!" she said "What does it matter?" + + "'Tis only the bite that I bade you beware of, + Besides, your own ear you can surely take care of! + I wonder to hear you consulting another, + Especially me, your poor ignorant mother!" + +[Illustration] + + All this time little Piggy was crying and screaming, + And over his cheeks the salt tears were streaming, + And sadly he grieved as he cast his eyes round, + And saw all his brothers with ears safe and sound. + + You'll think after this he was prudent and wise, + And loved his good mother and took her advice, + You'll think he began his bad ways to forsake, + But this, I assure you, is all a mistake. + + For still he was naughty, as naughty could be: + And as often was punished--then, sorry was he; + But as soon as he fairly was rid of the pain, + He forgot all about it, and did wrong again. + + It happened one day, as the other pigs tell, + In the course of their walk they drew near to a well; + So wide and so deep, with so smooth a wall round, + If a pig tumbled in, he was sure to be drowned. + + So the mother stopped two, who were running a race, + Saying, "Children, take care, 'tis a dangerous place! + Walk soberly on till you're safe past the water." + "Why, 'tis but a well, and pray, what does it matter?" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Said the obstinate animal, foolish as ever, + But thinking himself very cunning and clever. + He made up his mind that whatever befell + He would run on before, and jump over this well. + + "For," says he, "cats and dogs can jump ever so high, + And frogs live in the water, and why should not I? + I suppose they'll allow I'm as wise as a frog, + And I'll very soon show I can jump like a dog." + + Away scampered he to the mouth of the well, + Climbed up to the top, missed his footing and fell. + From the bottom he set up a pitiful shout, + "O mother, I'm in, and I cannot get out!" + + She ran to the side when she heard his complaint, + And saw him in agony, struggling and faint, + But no help could she give. "O children!" said she; + "How often I told you just how it would be!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + "O mother! O mother!" the little pig cried, + "Now I really repent of my folly and pride, + Oh, I'm sure I shall die!" and he sank down and died, + While his mother and brothers wept round the well side. + + G. Boase. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23482.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23482.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d1c924cae19407a968cd8850889edba44603f3a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23482.txt @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + +Transcriber's Note: Spelling and inconsistent formatting +of poems has been maintained as in the original. + + + * * * + + + Jacky Dandy's + DELIGHT. + + [Illustration] + + This is Mr. Harliquin, who + shews what is to be seen + within. + + + LONDON: + +Printed and Sold by J. Pitts, + 6, Great St. Andrew + Street, 7 Dial + + + * * * + + +JACKY DANDY. + +[Illustration] + + This is little Jacky Dandy + He loves cake and sugar-candy, + He bought some at the grocer's shop, + And pleased away went hop, hop, hop. + + + He hopp'd to the fair, + And saw a show there. + +[Illustration] + + The first was the Lion, + That never would yield; + Behold how he ranger, + The King of the field. + + +He next saw the Wolf, a cruel and savage beast. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Wolf, + That prouls thro' the wood, + Who preys upon lambs, + And drinks of their blood. + + +He was next shewn a Monkey, a funny fellow, but mischievous. + +[Illustration] + + The monkey mischievous + Like a naughty boy looks, + Who plagues all his friends, + And don't mind his books. + + +The next was a Bear, that had been taught to dance. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Bear, + In Greenland was bred, + And brought over here, + Thro' the streets to be led. + + +The next was the Tiger. + +[Illustration] + + The savage Tiger will, they say, + Sieze any man that's in his way, + And o'er his back the victim throw, + As you your satchel may do now. + + +He now saw a little Robin Red-breast hopping about. + +[Illustration] + + He cocks his tail, + While hopping along, + And pays for his crumbs + With an innocent song. + + +The next was little Jenny Wren the smallest bird in England. + +[Illustration] + + The little Robin + And the Wren, + Are Jacky Dandy's + Cock and Hren. + + +The next was a Kite a cruel enemy to all small birds. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Kite, + When searching for food + Kills Bob and his wife, + And all the young brood. + + +The next was a Goose, some say a silly bird but good roasted. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Goose, + That wadles and swims, + See, little boy, + How foolish she seems. + + +The next was a beautiful Game Cock with fine comb and gills. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Cock + Who crows, if you're wise, + To tell you from bed + 'Tis time for to rise. + + +The next was a Hen and Chickens--See, there is one on her Back. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Hen + Who cares for her young, + And cackles to please them + Instead of a song. + + +The next was a very fine Newfoundland Dog. + +[Illustration] + + This is the Dog, + Who whilst we're asleep, + Is a guard to the house, + And from thieves does it keep. + + +The next was a nice Cat who sat purring a song. + +[Illustration] + + This is poor Puss, + The beautiful Cat, + That keeps the house clear, + Of both Mouse and Rat. + + + + +CONCLUSION. + + +[Illustration] + + Now you've all the Beast + And the Birds that are handy, + Take this horse and ride home + With little Jack Dandy. + +Pitts Toy Warehouse. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg235.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg235.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..230d71af177d05c7d82017526f4d1d7ccd243405 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg235.txt @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +William Gibson Interview + +by Giuseppe Salza + +http://www.sct.fr/cyber/gibson.html + + + + +Copyright Giuseppe Salza, 1994. +giusal@world-net.sct.fr + + +STANDARD DISCLAIMER: +This document can be freely copied under the following conditions: +it must circulate in its entire form (including this disclaimer); +it is meant for personal and non-commercial usage. This entire +document or parts of it are not to be sold or distributed for a fee +without prior permission. Send permission requests to +"giusal@world-net.sct.fr". This document is provided "as is", without +express of implied warranty. In other words, use it at your own risk. + +INTERVIEW WITH WILLIAM GIBSON +by Giuseppe Salza + + +****This interview will be included in the book "Net-Surfers" +(tentative title) by Giuseppe Salza, to be published by +"Theoria Edizioni" in Italy in Spring 1995**** + + +CANNES. William Gibson was in Cannes in May 1994 to promote +the filming of "Johnny Mnemonic", a $26 million science fiction +movie based on his short story, and starring megastar Keanu +Reeves as the main character. Directed by the concept artist (and +Gibson's pal) Robert Longo - with a few music video and TV credits, +but for the first time in charge of a feature, the film also stars Ice-T, +Dolph Lundgren, Takeshi Kitano (of the cult "Sonatine"), Udo Kier, +Henry Rollins and Dina Meyer. William Gibson also wrote the +screenplay of his original story, which was published in the anthology +"Burning Chrome". "Johnny Mnemonic" goes into wide release +in current 1995. + +In this interview, William Gibson talks at length about "Johnny +Mnemonic", movies, SF, net culture and issues. + + +What are your initial impressions on how "Johnny Mnemonic" is +turning out ? + +I have just seen the pre-assembled 10-minute show reel. I think it is +fantastic! It felt very good seeing the universe of "Johnny Mnemonic" +taking a life on its own. If it had been different, I wouldn't probably +be here. But it can be safe to say that "Johnny Mnemonic" has been +the optimal screen experience so far. + +Robert (Longo, the film director) and I kind of had a mutual +experience with it. We first tried to make a screen adaptation of +"Johnny Mnemonic" back in 1989, so we started pitching it around +film companies, asking for money. Didn't work out. We realized +afterwards that our major mistake was asking too little money. +Our aim back then was to make a little art movie, we figured that +we would need less than 2 million dollars. Jean-Luc Godard's +"Alphaville" was our main inspiration back then. We should have +asked more money. + +We went through several script drafts and stages. It became very +painful pursuing the project. If it were just for me, I would have +given up long ago. It was really Robert's faith and persistence +in getting this film done that made it possible. + + +Have you written any film scripts before, besides this and the ill- +fated drafts for "Alien3"? + +Yeah, I have done a couple of screen adaptations that never got +made. One was "Burning Chrome" (ED.Kathryn Bigelow was +involved in it for a while) and the other was "Neuro-Hotel". + + +What happened ? + +I don't really feel like talking about them. Let's just say that +these projects have been... developed to death. It was getting +more and more frustrating, and I didn't like that. + + +Have you ever been involved in any other movie or TV project +before that ? + +I was gonna write a story for the "Max Headroom" series, but the +network pulled the plug. My friend John Shirley did a couple of +scripts for them. He's the one who convinced me I should have +written one, too. + + +The only thing which was left of your script for "Alien3" was the +prisoners with the bar code tattooed on the back of their necks. +What do you think in retrospect of this misadventure ? + +My script for "Alien3" was kind of Tarkovskian. Vincent Ward +(ED.the director of "The Navigator") came late to the project +(ED.after a number of other directors had been unsuccessfully +approached), but I think he got the true meaning of my story. +It would have been fun if he stayed on. (ED.he eventually quit. +"Alien3" was finally directed by David Fincher) + + +You seem very detached from your previous experiences in movies. +"Johnny Mnemonic", on the other hand, seems very personal to you. +Why is that ? + +I wrote the original story in 1980. I think it was perhaps the second +piece of fiction I ever wrote in my life. It held up very good after all +these years. "Johnny" was a start for many creative processes: +it was in fact the root source of "Neuromancer" and "Count Zero". +It is only fair that the first script of mine that goes into production +should come from that, from my early career. + +The world of "Johnny Mnemonic" takes for granted the Berlusconi +completion process, I mean the media baron becoming one of the +Country's leaders. I think the distinction between politicians and +media is gonna disappear. It already has, in effect. It is very sad. + + +It's like saying that the theories you imagined in your science fiction +stories are becoming real... + +Yeah, but people shouldn't look at science fiction like they look at +"real" fiction. They shouldn't expect that this is what the future +is gonna look like. We (ED. science fiction writers) are sort of +charlatans: we come up with a few ideas and we make a living out of that. + +When I wrote "Neuromancer", I would have never imagined AIDS +and the collapse of the USSR. We never get the future right. +I always thought that USSR was this big winter bear that would +always exist. And look at what happened. In 1993 I wrote an +afterword for the Hungarian version of "Neuromancer". I wrote that +nothing lives forever, and that it's time that the winds of democracy +blow over the East. But now, after the arrival of people like +Zhirinowsky, I have second thoughts again and I fear for them. + + +Now you also write "geo-anthropological" reports... + +That's right. I did a portrait of Singapore for "Wired Magazine". +That place gave me the creeps. + + +You are considered the true father of cyberpunk. What do you think +of how this word has spread in the world and has gained new meanings ? + +It depends whether you believe in such a thing. "Cyberpunk" has +become a historical word, one of these words which you use to +describe a definite period of time. The risk is that it could suddenly +become outdated, passe. Now it is a very fashionable thing to say: +wearing cyberpunk outfit or behaving cyberpunk has become hip: +you see it on MTV. I was never comfortable with this interpretation. +Billy Idol (ED. he released in 1993 the album "Cyberpunk") has +turned it into something very silly. + +Finally, I think that cyberpunk is one of these journalistic terms, +that media like to rely on. I am aware that most young writers +are delighted being considered cyberpunk authors. But I'm older. +I remember well the Sixties. I know that once you have a "label" +attached onto you, it is over. + + +Let's go back to "Johnny Mnemonic". Which direction have you +given the screenplay ? + +"Johnny" is about the politics of Information. It's an action film +of course, but it doesn't forego for flashy and graphic FX: there's too +much of that already on MTV. Besides, Billy Idol burned that look. +We preferred opting for an anti-realistic look: we want to plunge +the audience into a very strange but consistent universe. In short, +we have decided to tell a story. That's what science fiction +literature has often managed to achieve, unlike most films. + + +Which science fiction movies you like most ? + +I like "Blade Runner", Andrej Tarkowski's "Stalker", Chris Marker's +"La jetee", and also the British pilot for the "Max Headroom" +series. (ED. it was directed by Rocky Morton & Annabel Jenkel) + + +"Johnny Mnemonic" has a superstar, Keanu Reeves. What do you +think of his portrayal of your character ? + +Keanu is fantastic! I have this problem: I have never been able to +describe the character of Johnny, until he came aboard. One day in +the early stages of developement, we were discussing the character, +and I wasn't making a good job of doing that. But he really +got Johnny from day one. It helped me better understand this +person that I had imagined, so I was able to make small +adjustments to the story. I have always had a good attitude +towards actors, and Keanu helped me reinforce that idea. +Once "Johnny" got its second chance, Robert (Longo) and I have +talked to each others on the phone at least once every day. +Subsequently, I was often on the sets during the filming, doing +rewrites. The sets of this picture were awesome! Everything was +hung 50 feet up in the air. They were quite dangerous: you really +had to watch where to put your feet. But I was able to not black out. + + +You and Bruce Sterling are the forefathers of the new science fiction. +Isn't it ironical that he is very fascinated by hackers and the new edge, +whereas you're not a technical person ? + +Bruce practically lives on the Internet. I don't even have a modem +or e-mail. My computer is outdated by any standards of criteria. +I never was a technical guy and never will be. I'm a writer, +and poetry and pop culture are the two things which fascinate me most. +I'm not deeply excited by hi-tech. The Edge of the U2 was over here +the other day and he was showing me Net stuff. He showed how he +could telnet to his Los Angeles computer and he was very excited. +I'll never be like that. However, I feel obliged to be ambivalent +towards technology. I can't be a "techie", but I can't hate it, either. + + +You have written "Virtual Light". So, what do you think of Virtual +Reality ? + +If we take what I consider the "Sunday paper supplement" of VR, +I mean Goggles & Gloves, I think that it has become very obvious, +very cliche. I think that real VR is gonna come out from the new +generation of visual effects in movies. I met Jim Cameron when he +was editing "Terminator 2": he showed me the clips of the T-1000 +emerging from fire in the L.A. canal. He said they were gonna use +the actor for the whole shot, but it was easier for them to do it in +digital. This is the future. One day there will be entire virtual +replicas of real actors. + +Incidentally, the book I'm writing now is about virtual celebrities. +It's the story of a guy who becomes obsessed with the virtual replica of +a star, and falls in love with her. + + +You're not fascinated by technology, and yet you come up with ideas +on the edge... + +When I write my books, my favorite part is always "art direction", +not the plot. I admit I like giving people a visual impression +of the world I'm creating. Then, I have to remind myself that +I have to tell a story, foremost. + + +Another issue you focus on are Information Superhighways. +What actions have you taken ? + +Bruce Sterling and I went to the National Academy in Washington to +address the Al Gore people. We told them that this is the last +chance to give the poorest schools equal chances than the richest. +In a few years it will be too late and we won't be able to fill up the gap. + +To me, Information Highways are best described by the most +interesting image I've seen on TV during the Los Angeles riot. +A Radio Shack shop (ED. a chain of shops selling consumer +electronics gear) was being looted. Next to that there was an Apple +shop, and it was untouched. People wanted to steal portable TVs +and CD players, not computers. I think this clearly indicated the +gaps of culture, or simply the gaps of chances, in our society. +Besides, the Information Highway issue gives the public a false +perception. They don't wanna offer you exhaustive accesses to +information; they wanna offer you a new shopping mall. + + +What do you think of the Clipper issue ? + +The NSA wants to legislate that every computer manifactured in the +U.S. will have a chip built inside that will allow the Government +to decrypt the information. The worst thing is that people are not +informed of what is at stake here. Who would buy a computer with a +spy inside? The Clipper chip is an admission of incompetence. +They say they wanna be able to decrypt the information that would +jeopardize National Security. But to can prevent the Medellin cartel +to buy - say - into a Swiss corporation which comes up with a new +encryption system which totally cuts out the Clipper ? + +Encryption programs are stronger and stronger. There is a new one +called Stego, which is free on Internet. It takes written material and +hides it in visual elements. I send a digitized e-postcard from +Cannes and there is half a novel hidden in its data. I've seen it work. +I haven't understood the half of it yet. + +Man, the Clipper chip is fucked anyway. Most of the new edge guys +are into computers, and they're coming up with new gear nobody +had the slightest clue about five years ago. I saw recently a +prototype which looked like a beeper, but it was a virtual telephone. +Unfortunately, we have to deal with more paper than before. We are +submerged by tons of paper! + + +Wait a second. A few minutes you said you're not into hi-tech, and +now you're raving about it... + +I'm not a techie. I don't know how these things work. But I like +what they do, and the new human processes that they generate. + + +What is in your opinion the most important technological +breakthrough of our society in recent years ? + +My favorite piece of technology is the Walkman. It forever changed +the way we perceive music. The Walkman has given us the opportunity +to listen to whatever kind of music we wanted wherever we wanted. + +The Fax machine is also an amazing thing. We live in a +very different world because of that: instantaneous written +communication everywhere. It is also a very political technology, +as the Tien An Men Square events told us. + + +What about e-mail ? + +E-mail is very glamorous. Way too glamorous. + + +Copyright Giuseppe Salza, 1994. +giusal@world-net.sct.fr + + +STANDARD DISCLAIMER: +This document can be freely copied under the following conditions: +it must circulate in its entire form (including this disclaimer); +it is meant for personal and non-commercial usage. This entire +document or parts of it are not to be sold or distributed for a fee +without prior permission. Send permission requests to +"giusal@world-net.sct.fr". This document is provided "as is", without +express of implied warranty. In other words, use it at your own risk. + +END FILE + ------------------------------------------------------- + / -- Giuseppe Salza -- ~~~~e-mail~~~~ \ + | Il manifesto ---------- | + | Tel. +33 - 1 - 43.71.60.69 giusal@world-net.sct.fr | + | Fax: +33 - 1 - 43.71.43.29 compuserve: 73544,1205 | + \ / + ------------------------------------------------------- + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's William Gibson Interviewed, by Giuseppe Salza + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23513.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23513.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0cbe49f75e541a38953783ee651b29d980bd7570 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23513.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +OLD JABE'S MARITAL EXPERIMENTS + +By Thomas Nelson Page + +Charles Scribner's Sons New York, 1908 + +Copyright, 1891, 1904, 1906 + + +Old Jabe belonged to the Meriwethers, a fact which he never forgot or +allowed anyone else to forget; and on this he traded as a capital, +which paid him many dividends of one kind or another, among them being a +dividend in wives. How many wives he had had no one knew; and Jabe's own +account was incredible. It would have eclipsed Henry VIII and Bluebeard. +But making all due allowance for his arithmetic, he must have run these +worthies a close second. He had not been a specially good “hand” before +the war, and was generally on unfriendly terms with the overseers. +They used to say that he was a “slick-tongued loafer,” and “the laziest +nigger on the place.” But Jabe declared, in defiance, that he had been +on the plantation before any overseer ever put his foot there, and he +would outstay the last one of them all, which, indeed, proved to be +true. The overseers disappeared with the end of Slavery, but Jabe +remained “slick-tongued,” oily, and humorous, as before. + +When, at the close of the war, the other negroes moved away, Jabez, +after a brief outing, “took up” a few acres on the far edge of the +plantation, several miles from the house, and settled down to spend +the rest of his days, on what he called his “place,” in such ease +as constant application to his old mistress for aid and a frequently +renewed supply of wives could give. + +Jabe's idea of emancipation was somewhat one-sided. He had all the +privileges of a freed-man, but lost none of a slave. He was free, but +his master's condition remained unchanged: he still had to support him, +when Jabez chose to call on him, and Jabez chose to call often. + +“Ef I don' come to you, who is I got to go to!” he demanded. + +This was admitted to be a valid argument, and Jabez lived, if not on the +fat of the land, at least on the fat of his former mistress's kitchen, +with such aid as his current wife could furnish. + +He had had several wives before the war, and was reputed to be none too +good to them, a fact which was known at home only on hearsay; for he +always took his wives from plantations at a distance from his home. + +The overseers said that he did this so that he could get off to go to +his “wife's house,” and thus shirk work; the other servants said it +was because the women did not know him so well as those at home, and he +could leave them when he chose. + +Jabez assigned a different reason: + +“It don' do to have your wife live too nigh to you; she 'll want t' know +too much about you, an' you can't never git away from her”--a bit of +philosophy the soundness of which must be left to married men. + +However it was, his reputation did not interfere with his ability to +procure a new wife as often as occasion arose. With Jabez the supply was +ever equal to the demand. + +Mrs. Meriwether, his old mistress, was just telling me of him one day +in reply to a question of mine as to what had become of him; for I had +known him before the war. + +“Oh! he is living still, and he bids fair to outlast the whole colored +female sex. He is a perfect Bluebeard. He has had I do not know how many +wives and I heard that his last wife was sick. They sent for my son, +Douglas, the doctor, not long ago to see her. However, I hope she is +better as he has not been sent for again.” + +At this moment, by a coincidence, the name of Jabez was brought in by a +maid. + +“Unc' Jabez, m'm.” + +That was all; but the tone and the manner of the maid told that Jabez +was a person of note with the messenger; every movement and glance were +self-conscious. + +“That old--! He is a nuisance! What does he want now? Is his wife worse, +or is he after a new one?” + +“I d' n' kn', m'm,” said the maid, sheepishly, twisting her body and +looking away, to appear unconcerned. “Would n' tell me. He ain' after +_me!_ + +“Well, tell him to go to the kitchen till I send for him. Or--wait: +if his wife 's gone, he 'll be courting the cook if I send him to the +kitchen. And I don't want to lose her just now. Tell him to come to the +door.” + +“Yes, 'm.” The maid gave a half-suppressed giggle, which almost became +an explosion as she said something to herself and closed the door. +It sounded like, “Dressed up might'ly--settin' up to de cook now, I +b'lieve.” + +There was a slow, heavy step without, and a knock at the back door; and +on a call from his mistress, Jabez entered, bowing low, very pompous and +serious. He was a curious mixture of assurance and conciliation, as he +stood there, hat in hand. He was tall and black and bald, with white +side-whiskers cut very short, and a rim of white wool around his head. +He was dressed in an old black coat, and held in his hand an ancient +beaver hat around which was a piece of rusty crape. + +“Well, Jabez?” said his mistress, after the salutations were over, “How +are you getting along!” + +“Well, mist'is, not very well, not at all well, ma'am. Had mighty bad +luck. 'Bout my wife,” he added, explanatorily. He pulled down his lips, +and looked the picture of solemnity. + +I saw from Mrs. Meriwether's mystified look that she did not know what +he considered “bad luck.” She could not tell from his reference whether +his wife was better or worse. + +“Is she--ah? What--oh--how is Amanda?” she demanded finally, to solve +the mystery. + +“Mandy! Lord! 'm, 'Mandy was two back. She 's de one runned away wid Tom +Halleck, an' lef' me. I don't know how _she_ is. I never went ahter +her. I wuz re-ally glad to git shet o' her. She was too expansive. Dat +ooman want two frocks a year. When dese women begin to dress up so much, +a man got to look out. Dee ain't always dressin' fer _you!_” + +“Indeed!” But Mrs. Meriwether's irony was lost on Jabez. + +“Yes, 'm; dat she did! Dis one 's name was Sairey.” He folded his hands +and waited, the picture of repose and contentment. + +“Oh, yes. So; true. I 'd forgotten that 'Mandy left you. But I thought +the new one was named Susan!” observed Mrs. Meriwether. + +“No, 'm; not de _newes_' one. Susan--I had her las' Christmas; but she +would n' stay wid me. She was al'ays runnin' off to town; an' you know a +man don' want a ooman on wheels. Ef de Lawd had intended a ooman to have +wheels, he 'd 'a' gi'n 'em to her, would n' he?” + +“Well, I suppose he would,” assented Mrs. Meriwether. “And this one is +Sarah? Well, how is----?” + +“Yes, 'm; dis one was Sairey.” We just caught the past tense. + +“You get them so quickly, you see, you can't expect one to remember +them,” said Mrs. Meriwether, frigidly. She meant to impress Jabez; but +Jabez remained serene. + +“Yes, 'm; dat 's so,” said he, cheerfully. “I kin hardly remember 'em +myself.” + +“No, I suppose not.” His mistress grew severe. “Well, how 's Sarah?” + +“Well, m'm, I could n' exactly say--Sairey she 's done lef me--yes, 'm.” + He looked so cheerful that his mistress said with asperity: + +“Left you! She has run off, too! You must have treated her badly?” + +“No, 'm. I did n'. I never had a wife I treated better. I let her had +all she could eat; an' when she was sick----” + +“I heard she was sick. I heard you sent for the doctor.” + +“Yes, 'm; dat I did--dat 's what I was gwine to tell you. I had a doctor +to see her _twice_. I had two separate and _indifferent_ physicians: +fust Dr. Overall, an' den Marse Douglas. I could n' do no mo' 'n dat, +now, could I?” + +“Well, I don't know,” observed Mrs. Meriwether. “My son told me a week +ago that she was sick. Did she get well?” + +The old man shook his head solemnly. + +“No, 'm; but she went mighty easy. Marse Douglas he eased her off. He is +the bes' doctor I ever see to let 'em die easy.” + +Mingled with her horror at his cold-blooded recital, a smile flickered +about Mrs. Meriwether's mouth at this shot at her son, the doctor; but +the old man looked absolutely innocent. + +“Why did n 't you send for the doctor again?” she demanded. + +“Well, m'm, I gin her two chances. I think dat was 'nough. I wuz right +fond o' Sairey; but I declar' I 'd rather lost Sairey than to _broke_.” + +“You would!” Mrs. Meriwether sat up and began to bristle. “Well, at +least, you have the expense of her funeral; and I 'm glad of it,” she +asserted with severity. + +“Dat 's what I come over t' see you 'bout. I 'm gwine to give Sairey a +fine fun'ral. I want you to let yo' cook cook me a cake an'--one or two +more little things.” + +“Very well,” said Mrs. Meriwether, relenting somewhat; “I will tell her +to do so. I will tell her to make you a good cake. When do you want it?” + +“Thank you m'm. Yes, m'm; ef you 'll gi' me a right good-sized +cake--an'--a loaf or two of flour-bread--an'--a ham, I 'll be very much +obleeged to you. I heah she 's a mighty good cook?” + +“She is,” said Mrs. Meriwether; “the best I 've had in a long time.” + She had not caught the tone of interrogation in his voice, nor seen the +shrewd look in his face, as I had done. Jabez appeared well satisfied. + +“I 'm mighty glad to heah you give her sech a good character; I heahed +you 'd do it. I don' know her very well.” + +Mrs. Meriwether looked up quickly enough to catch his glance this time. + +“Jabez--I know nothing about her character,” she began coldly. “I know +she has a vile temper; but she is an excellent cook, and so long as she +is not impudent to me, that is all I want to know.” + +Jabez bowed approvingly. + +“Yes, 'm; dat 's right. Dat 's all I want t' know. I don' keer nothin' +'bout de temper; atter I git 'em, I kin manage 'em. I jist want t' +know 'bout de char-àcter, dat 's all. I did n' know her so well, an' +I thought I 'd ax you. I tolt her ef you 'd give her a good char-àcter, +she might suit me; but I 'd wait fer de cake--_an_' de ham.” + +His mistress rose to her feet. + +“Jabez, do you mean that you have spoken to that woman already!” + +“Well, yes, 'm; but not to say _speak_ to her. I jes kind o' mentioned +it to her as I 'd inquire as to her char-àcter.” + +“And your wife has been gone--how long! Two days!” + +“Well, mist'is, she 's gone fer good, ain't she!” demanded Jabez. “She +can't be no mo' gone!” + +“You are a wicked, hardened old sinner!” declared the old lady, +vehemently. + +“Nor, I ain't, mist'is; I clar' I ain't,” protested Jabez, with +unruffled front. + +“You treat your wives dreadfully.” + +“Nor, I don't, mist'is. You ax 'em ef I does. Ef I did, dee would n' +be so many of 'em anxious t' git me. Now, would dee? I can start in an' +beat a' one o' dese young bloods aroin' heah, now.” He spoke with pride. + +“I believe that is so, and I cannot understand it. And before one +of them is in her grave you are courting another. It is horrid--an +old--Methuselah like you.” She paused to take breath, and Jabez availed +himself of the pause. + +“Dat 's de reason I got t' do things in a kind o' hurry--I ain' no +Methuselum. I got no time t' wait.” + +“Jabez,” said Mrs. Meriwether, seriously, “tell me how you manage to +fool all these women.” + +The old man pondered for a moment. + +“Well, I declar,' mist'is, I hardly knows how. Dee wants to be fooled. +I think it is becuz dee wants t' see what de urrs marry me fer, an' what +dee done lef' me. Woman is mighty curi-some folk.” + +I have often wondered since if this was really the reason. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23522.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23522.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..28180feccf8c49bf314175c09c027fc0f74d2ef5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23522.txt @@ -0,0 +1,243 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Roger Frank and the Project Gutenberg Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 23522-h.htm or 23522-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/5/2/23522/23522-h/23522-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/5/2/23522/23522-h.zip) + + + + + +WHIFFET SQUIRREL + +Written and Pictured by + +JULIA GREENE + + + + + + + +New York +Cupples & Leon Company + + + * * * * * * + +THE MAKE-BELIEVE SERIES + +Whiffet Squirrel The Mouse's Tail +The Yaller Dog Miss Patty Peep + + * * * * * * + +Copyright, 1917, by +Cupples & Leon Company + + + +WHIFFET SQUIRREL + +Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud were three little red squirrels who lived +with their father and mother in a tiny brown house in the old chestnut +tree. First, I must tell you how the Squirrel family came to live in +this dear little house. You see it happened this way. Father and +Mother Squirrel started out very early one morning in the spring, to +hunt a new home as they did not feel safe any longer living under the +old pine stump, with the children getting large enough to run about. +They both scampered up the old chestnut tree at the back of the farm +house to see if they could find a nice deep hollow that would make a +safe home for their little ones. When Mother Squirrel had gone about +half way up the tree trunk, and as she climbed around a big limb, she +almost bumped her head against what seemed to be a brownish wall. She +peeped around the corner of the brownish wall and what do you suppose +she saw? She held her breath in rapture for there before her bright +little eyes sat the cutest little brown house resting right on the big +limb. It was far more wonderful than any home that she had ever +dreamed of. It had a sloping red roof and two little round doors. A +good sized porch jutted out in front and each little door was several +inches above the porch. Mother Squirrel very cautiously placed her two +front feet on the porch and listened intently but all was very quiet. +Of course the folks who owned the house might be still asleep or they +might be away. She crept quietly to the first little round door and +peeped in. She saw a cute little room entirely empty. "The family must +be away" she thought. Boldly she peeped in through the second little +door and saw another cute little room just like the first and also +empty. Then she walked in and explored both rooms and found a sort of +cubby hole closet at the back of each. "What a fine place for storing +nuts," said Mother Squirrel to herself, "but it would be much handier +with a door between the two rooms." Then she walked out on the porch +and looked around. The little house was shut in almost completely by +the thick green leaves except for a patch of blue sky that showed +above the roof. "I wonder who this little house belongs to" thought +Mother Squirrel to herself with an envious sigh. Just then she looked +up at the patch of blue sky and her bright eyes caught sight of a +small sign on the peak of the roof which she had not noticed before. +On the sign were printed the words "FOR RENT" in bright red letters. + +When Mother Squirrel saw the sign "FOR RENT" she nearly fell backwards +off the porch in her joy and excitement. She began to chatter and +scream in a loud shrill voice which brought her husband scampering to +the spot at top speed. Father Squirrel was quite as excited and +delighted over the house as was his wife. "It was surely meant for us" +he said; "we'll move in at once. You'd better stay here, my dear, in +case anyone should come along while I go back to the old stump for the +children and our things. I had better get the moving done before many +people are out." Off he scampered and Mother Squirrel began at once to +plan her housekeeping arrangements and started to gnaw a door between +the two rooms with her sharp little teeth. As she was working busily +at her task a shadow fell across the door and she heard a strange +chirping voice say: "My love, I am sure this is just the place we've +been looking for." Her heart began to beat violently with alarm. +Peeping through the door she saw two large fat Newly-wed Robins +standing on the porch in an affectionate attitude gazing admiringly up +at the house. "The nerve of some people" thought Mother Squirrel, +shaking with indignation. "They seem to think it's a bird house. It's +that 'FOR RENT' sign. The idea of their talking about our house like +that! But I'll fix _them_." Mother Squirrel poked her head out of +the little round door very suddenly and glaring with a very fierce +expression, she exclaimed in a loud voice: "THE CAT'S COMING"! + +The Newly-wed Robins both turned very pale and flew--I think they're +flying yet. Mother Squirrel chuckled to herself but decided to take no +more risks so she climbed up the roof and took down the "FOR RENT" +sign. + +Soon Father Squirrel and the children Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud, each +carrying a bag came scampering up the tree trunk. Mother Squirrel made +them nearly die laughing when she told them how she had frightened the +Newly-wed Robins. + +Then Father Squirrel turned the "FOR RENT" sign over and painted on +the other side the words "NO TRESPASSING" and placed it on the corner +of the porch. + +This is how the Squirrel family found their new home but I will tell +you something that they do not even suspect. The little brown house is +a bird house built by Tom the farmer's son for his little sister +Polly. + +The thickening leaves had hidden it from view and little Polly had +forgotten all about it. + +Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud led a jolly life in the old chestnut tree. +They played from the topmost branch to the lowest limb but Mother +Squirrel would not let them go down the tree trunk to the ground for +fear of cats. Whiffet Squirrel the tiniest of the three could think of +more mischief than her two big brothers Skiffet and Skud put together. +She was not afraid of anything and was always bossing her brothers and +leading them into trouble. + +One morning early she ran out on the large limb on which the little +brown house rested and found that it almost reached to one of the +windows of the farmhouse. Peeping in the window she saw a pretty +little girl asleep in a small white bed. She leaped lightly to the +window-sill and looked around her. In one corner of the room she saw +many toys and dolls of every description, but the thing that attracted +her the most was a dear little doll's trunk. It was standing at the +foot of the doll's bed. "Just the right size for a squirrel" she +thought to herself. Just then Polly turned over in her sleep and +Whiffet scampered up the limb and back home as fast as she could run. +Of course she told Skiffet and Skud all about what she had seen and +she began to plan right away how they could get the little trunk. Yes +I will have to confess that they sometimes took things which did not +belong to them but as they were only squirrels no one had ever told +them any better. + +Needless to say Whiffet kept her plan a secret as she knew that Mother +Squirrel would never consent. The following morning, just after +daylight, as soon as Father and Mother Squirrel had started out to +hunt their food for the day, the three little squirrels, Whiffet +leading the way, crept softly down the limb to the window-sill. The +little trunk was standing in the same place and Polly was sleeping +soundly. A chair stood beneath the window and they leaped to the chair +seat then to the floor and crept softly toward the trunk. Whiffet as +usual bossed her brothers and made them each take a handle of the +trunk and carry it across the floor to the chair. Skiffet then climbed +to the chair seat and reached down and pulled valiantly at his end of +the trunk while Skud pushed from below. It was pretty heavy but they +got it safely to the chair seat. They had to be very careful about +making a noise as the window was near Polly's bed. Next Skiffet +climbed to the window sill and pulled again while Skud boosted from +below. It was almost up when Skiffet's foot slipped and he fell over +backwards losing his hold of the trunk; down it fell to the floor with +a loud bump. The little squirrels trembled with fear thinking that the +noise would awaken Polly but she only turned on her other side, and in +a few minutes they started to lift the trunk again. This time they +were more careful. They succeeded in getting it safely to the window +sill, but to hoist it to the tree branch was too risky a feat for them +to try, so Whiffet decided to open the trunk and see what was inside. +She lifted up the lid very softly and found that it contained enough +pretty clothes for a whole doll family. In one of the trays was a +doll's tiny white hand mirror, comb, brush and powder puff. Whiffet +was so taken up with these things she nearly forgot everything else, +but Skiffet reminded her that they had better carry the doll's clothes +home at once as it was getting late and Polly might wake up any +minute. + +They had to make several trips but at last the trunk was emptied; they +shut down the lid and left it standing on the window sill. There was +much excitement over the new clothes and Father and Mother Squirrel +were as delighted as the children. I wish you could have seen the +Squirrel family all dressed up in their finery. Skiffet fell in love +with a cunning red sweater, and Skud took possession of a tiny pair of +blue overalls. + +As for Whiffet she became very vain. She looked into the mirror every +day and powdered her nose regularly. She was very proud of a pale blue +evening dress which she found in the bottom of the little trunk, and +with slippers to match, her bliss was complete. + +Two or three days later little Polly went to her doll's trunk to get a +dress that she wanted and was very much surprised to find the trunk +entirely empty. She hunted everywhere but not a single one of the +things could she find. Polly felt very badly at the loss of her doll's +clothes but especially missed the doll's toilet articles as they were +the only ones she had. The mystery was not solved until one day late +in the month of October, when the leaves began to fall. Tom was +looking up in the chestnut tree when he caught a glimpse of the bird +house. "I wonder if any birds did use it" thought Tom. He climbed up +and peeped in the little round doors. The two little cubby holes at +the back were full of chestnuts and in a corner of each room lay a +pile of doll's clothes. "Oh Polly," he shouted, "come here quick; I've +found out who stole your doll's clothes. It's the squirrels." Polly +came running; with Tom's help she climbed the tree and peeped into the +house. (Of course the Squirrel family were all out walking when this +happened). "Did you ever" she cried. "The mischievous little rascals. +What do you suppose they wanted them for?" She reached her little hand +through the "bedroom" door and picked up a pile of the doll's clothes. +Underneath she found the little mirror, brush, comb, and powder puff +where Whiffet had carefully hidden them. Polly was delighted to find +her treasures. "I will take these home," she said, "but I will leave +the doll's clothes, for no doll would care to wear them now." "We'd +better climb down" said Tom, "for the squirrels can't be far away and +we don't want to scare them off." "I wonder what became of the 'FOR +RENT' sign," said Polly. Just then a big red squirrel came scolding +and chattering down the tree trunk towards them. (It was Father +Squirrel). Tom and Polly climbed down quickly. + +That night when Whiffet went to look for her mirror and powder puff +she exclaimed angrily, stamping her little blue slippered foot, "the +nerve of some people." + +So now Whiffet has to go without powdering her nose, and she can't +tell when her hat is on straight for she has no mirror. Skiffet and +Skud have left off combing their top "Fur" as they have no comb or +brush, but I'm sure that Polly's doll is very glad indeed to get her +own tiny things again. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23524.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23524.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..af16980933546a3769c41b528eb0108598e60804 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23524.txt @@ -0,0 +1,626 @@ + + + + + +THE ORIGINS OF CONTEMPORARY FRANCE + +SIX VOLUMES: COMPLETE TABLE OF CONTENTS + +by Hippolyte A. Taine +Volume One: Ancient Regime +Volume Two: French Revolution I. +Volume Three: French Revolution II. +Volume Four: French Revolution III. +Volume Five: Napoleon I. +Volume Six: Modern Regime + + + +THE ANCIENT REGIME + +INTRODUCTION +PREFACE: +PREFACE BY THE AUTHOR: ON POLITICAL IGNORANCE AND WISDOM. + +BOOK FIRST. THE STRUCTURE OF THE ANCIENT SOCIETY. + +CHAPTER I. THE ORIGIN OF PRIVILEGES. +I. Services and Recompenses of the Clergy. +II. Services and Recompenses of the Nobles. +III. Services and Recompenses of the King. + +CHAPTER II. THE PRIVILEGED CLASSES. +I. Number of the Privileged Classes. +II. Their Possessions, Capital, and Revenue. +III. Their Immunities. +IV. Their Feudal Rights. +V. They may be justified by local and general services. +CHAPTER III. LOCAL SERVICES DUE BY THE PRIVILEGED CLASSES. +I. Examples in Germany and England.—These services are not rendered by +II. Resident Seigniors. +III. Absentee Seigniors. + +CHAPTER IV. PUBLIC SERVICES DUE BY THE PRIVILEGED CLASSES. +I. England compared to France. +II. The Clergy +III. Influence of the Nobles.. +IV. Isolation of the Chiefs +V. The King's Incompetence and Generosity. +VI. Latent Disorganization in France. + +BOOK SECOND. MORALS AND CHARACTERS. + +CHAPTER I. MORAL PRINCIPLES UNDER THE ANCIENT REGIME. +The Court and a life of pomp and parade. +I. Versailles. +The Physical aspect and the moral character of Versailles. +II. The King's Household. +III. The King's Associates. +IV. Everyday Life In Court. +V. Royal Distractions. +VI. Upper Class Distractions. +VII. Provincial Nobility. + +CHAPTER II. DRAWING ROOM LIFE. +I. Perfect only in France +II. Social Life Has Priority. +III. Universal Pleasure Seeking. +IV. Enjoyment. +V. Happiness. +VI. Gaiety. +VII. Theater, Parade And Extravagance. + +CHAPTER III. DISADVANTAGES OF THIS DRAWING ROOM LIFE. +I. Its Barrenness and Artificiality +II. Return To Nature And Sentiment. +III. Personality Defects. + +BOOK THIRD. THE SPIRIT AND THE DOCTRINE. + +CHAPTER I. SCIENTIFIC ACQUISITION. +I. Scientific Progress. +II. Science Detached From Theology. +III. The Transformation Of History. +IV. The New Psychology. +V. The Analytical Method. + +CHAPTER II. THE CLASSIC SPIRIT, THE SECOND ELEMENT. +I. Through Colored Glasses. +II. Its Original Deficiency. +III. The Mathematical Method. + +CHAPTER III. COMBINATION OF THE TWO ELEMENTS. +I. Birth Of A Doctrine, A Revelation. +II. Ancestral Tradition And Culture. +III. Reason At War With Illusion. +IV. Casting Out The Residue Of Truth And Justice. +V. The Dream Of A Return To Nature. +VI. The Abolition Of Society. Rousseau. +VII: The Lost Children. + +CHAPTER IV. ORGANIZING THE FUTURE SOCIETY. +I. Liberty, Equality And Sovereignty Of The People. +II. Naive Convictions +III. Our True Human Nature. +IV. Birth Of Socialist Theory, Its Two Sides. +V. Social Contract, Summary. + +BOOK FOURTH. THE PROPAGATION OF THE DOCTRINE. + +CHAPTER I.—SUCCESS OF THIS PHILOSOPHY IN FRANCE.—FAILURE OF THE SAME +I. The Propagating Organ, Eloquence. +II. Its Method. +III. Its Popularity. +IV. The Masters. + +CHAPTER II. THE FRENCH PUBLIC. +I. The Nobility. +II. Conditions In France. +III. French Indolence. +IV. Unbelief. +V. Political Opposition. +VI. Well-Meaning Government. + +CHAPTER III. THE MIDDLE CLASS. +I. The Past. +II. CHANGE IN THE CONDITION OF THE BOURGEOIS. +III. Social Promotion. +IV. Rousseau's Philosophy Spreads And Takes HOLD. +V. Revolutionary Passions. +VI. Summary + +BOOK FIFTH. THE PEOPLE + +CHAPTER I. HARDSHIPS. +I. Privations. +II. The Peasants. +III. The Countryside. +IV. The Peasant Becomes Landowner. + +CHAPTER II. TAXATION THE PRINCIPAL CAUSE OF MISERY. +I. Extortion. +II. Local Conditions. +III. The Common Laborer. +IV. Collections And Seizures.—Observe the system actually at work. It +V. Indirect Taxes. +VI. Burdens And Exemptions. +VII. Municipal Taxation. +VIII. Complaints In The Registers. + +CHAPTER III. INTELLECTUAL STATE OF THE PEOPLE. +I. Intellectual incapacity +II. Political incapacity +III. Destructive impulses +IV. Insurrectionary leaders and recruits + +CHAPTER IV. THE ARMED FORCES. +I. Military force declines +II. The social organization is dissolved +III. Direction of the current + +CHAPTER V. SUMMARY. +I. Suicide of the Ancient Regime. +II. Aspirations for the 'Great Revolution.' + +END OF VOLUME + + + +THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, VOLUME 1. + +PREFACE + +BOOK FIRST. SPONTANEOUS ANARCHY. + +CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNINGS OF ANARCHY. +I. Dearth the first cause. +II. Expectations the second cause +III. The provinces during the first six months of 1789 +IV. Intervention of ruffians and vagabonds. +V. Effect on the Population of the New Ideas. +VI. The first jacquerie in Province + +CHAPTER II. PARIS UP TO THE 14TH OF JULY. +I. Mob recruits in the vicinity +II. The Press. +III. The Réveillon affair. +IV. The Palais-Royal. +V. Popular mobs become a political force. +VI. July 13th and 14th 1789. +VII. Murders of Foulon and Berthier. +VIII. Paris in the hands of the people. + +CHAPTER III. +I. Anarchy from July 14th to October 6th, 1789 +II. The provinces +III. Public feeling. Famine +IV. Panic. +V. Attacks on public individuals and public property. +VI. Taxes are no longer paid. +VII. Attack upon private individuals and private property. + +CHAPTER IV. PARIS. +I. Paris. +II. The distress of the people. +III. The new popular leaders. +IV. Intervention by the popular leaders with the Government. +V. The 5th and 6th of October. +VI. The Government and the nation in the hands of the revolutionary party. + +BOOK SECOND. THE CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY, AND THE RESULT OF ITS LABORS. + +CHAPTER I. CONDITIONS REQUIRED FOR THE FRAMING OF GOOD LAWS. +I. These conditions absent in the Assembly +II. Inadequacy of its information. +III. The Power Of Simple, General Ideas. +IV. Refusal to supply the ministry + +CHAPTER II. DESTRUCTION. +I. Two principal vices of the ancient régime. +II Nature of societies, and the principle of enduring constitutions. +III. The estates of a society. +IV. Abuse and lukewarmness in 1789 in the ecclesiastical bodies. + +CHAPTER III. THE CONSTRUCTIONS THE CONSTITUTION OF 1791. +I. Powers of the Central Government. +II. The Creation Of Popular Democracy. +III. Municipal Kingdoms. +IV. On Universal Suffrage. +V. The Ruling Minority. +VI. Summary of the work of the Constituent Assembly. + +BOOK THIRD. THE APPLICATION OF THE CONSTITUTION. + +CHAPTER I. +I. The Federations. +II. Independence of the municipalities. +III. Independent Assemblies. + +CHAPTER II. SOVEREIGNTY OF UNRESTRAINED PASSIONS. +I. Old Religious Grudges +II. Passion Supreme. +III. Egotism of the tax-payer. +IV. Cupidity of tenants. + +CHAPTER III. DEVELOPMENT OF THE RULING PASSION +I. Attitude of the nobles. Their moderate resistance. +II. Workings of the popular imagination with respect to them. +III. Domiciliary visits. +IV. The nobles obliged to leave the rural districts. +V. Persecutions in private life. +VI. Conduct of officers. +VI. Conduct of the officers. +VII. Emigration and its causes. +VIII. Attitude of the non-juring priests. +IX. General state of opinion. + + + + + +THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, VOLUME 2. + +PREFACE: + +BOOK FIRST. THE JACOBINS. + +CHAPTER I. THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE NEW POLITICAL ORGAN. +I. Principle of the revolutionary party. +II. The Jacobins. +III. Psychology of the Jacobin. +IV. What the theory promises. + +CHAPTER II. THE JACOBINS +I. Formation of the party. +II. Spontaneous associations after July 14, 1789. +III. How they view the liberty of the press. +IV. Their rallying-points. +V. Small number of Jacobins. + +BOOK SECOND. THE FIRST STAGE OF THE CONQUEST. + +CHAPTER I. THE JACOBINS COME INTO IN POWER. +I. Their siege operations. +II. Annoyances and dangers of public elections. +III. The friends of order deprived of the right of free assemblage. +V. Intimidation and withdrawal of the Conservatives. + +CHAPTER II. THE LEGISLATIVE ASSEMBLY +I. Composition of the Legislative Assembly. +II. Degree and quality of their intelligence and Culture. +III. Aspects of their sessions. +IV. The Parties. +V. Their means of action. +VI. Parliamentary maneuvers. + +CHAPTER III. POLICY OF THE ASSEMBLY +I. Policy of the Assembly. State of France at the end of 1791. +II. The Assembly hostile to the oppressed and favoring oppressors. +III. War. +IV. Secret motives of the leaders. +V. Effects of the war on the common people. + +CHAPTER IV. THE DEPARTMENTS. +I. Provence in 1792. Early supremacy of the Jacobins in Marseilles. +II. The expedition to Aix. +III. The Constitutionalists of Arles. +IV. The Jacobins of Avignon. +V. The other departments. + +CHAPTER V. PARIS. +I. Pressure of the Assembly on the King. +II. The floating and poor population of Paris. +III. Its leaders. Their committee. Methods for arousing the crowd. +IV. The 20th of June. + +CHAPTER VI. THE BIRTH OF THE TERRIBLE PARIS COMMUNE. +I. Indignation of the Constitutionalists. +II. Pressure on the King. +III. The Girondins have worked for the benefit of the Jacobins. +IV. Vain attempts of the Girondins to put it down. +V. Evening of August 8. +VI. Nights of August 9 and 10. +VII. August 10. +VIII. State of Paris in the Interregnum. + +BOOK THIRD. THE SECOND STAGE OF THE CONQUEST. + +CHAPTER I. TERROR +I. Government by gangs in times of anarchy. +II. The development of the ideas of killings in the mass of the party. +III. Terror is their Salvation. +IV. Date of the determination of this. The actors and their parts. +V. Abasement and Stupor. +VI. Jacobin Massacre. + +CHAPTER II. THE DEPARTMENTS. +I. The Sovereignty of the People. +II. In several departments it establishes itself in advance. +III. Each Jacobin band a dictator in its own neighborhood. +IV. Ordinary practices of the Jacobin dictatorship. +V. The companies of traveling volunteers. +VI. A tour of France in the cabinet of the Minister of the Interior. + +CHAPTER III. SECOND STAGE OF THE JACOBIN CONQUEST +I. The second stage of the Jacobin conquest. +II. The elections. +III. Composition and tone of the secondary assemblies. +IV. Composition of the National Convention. +V. The Jacobins forming alone the Sovereign People. +VI. Composition of the party. +VII. The Jacobin Chieftains. + +CHAPTER IV. PRECARIOUS SITUATION OF THE CENTRAL GOVERNMENT. +I. Jacobin advantages. +II. Its parliamentary recruits. +III. Physical fear and moral cowardice. +IV. Jacobin victory over Girondin majority. +V. Jacobin violence against the people. +VI. Jacobin tactics. +VII. The central Jacobin committee in power. +VIII. Right or Wrong, my Country. + + + +THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, VOLUME 3. + +PREFACE. + +BOOK FIRST. THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE REVOLUTIONARY GOVERNMENT. + +CHAPTER I. JACOBIN GOVERNMENT +I. The despotic creed and instincts of the Jacobin. +II. Jacobin Dissimulation. +III. Primary Assemblies +IV. The Delegates reach Paris +V. Fête of August 10th +VI. The Mountain. +VII. Extent and Manifesto of the departmental insurrection +VIII. The Reasons for the Terror. +IX. Destruction of Rebel Cities +X. Destruction of the Girondin party +XI. Institutions of the Revolutionary Government + +BOOK SECOND. THE JACOBIN PROGRAM. + +CHAPTER I. THE JACOBIN PARTY +I. The Doctrine. +II. A Communist State. +III. The object of the State is the regeneration of man. +IV. Two distortions of the natural man. +V. Equality and Inequality. +VI. Conditions requisite for making a citizen. +VII. Socialist projects. +VIII. Indoctrination of mind and intellect. + +CHAPTER II. REACTIONARY CONCEPT OF THE STATE. +I. Reactionary concept of the State. +II. Changed minds. +III. Origin and nature of the modern State. +IV. The state is tempted to encroach. +V. Direct common interest. +VI. Indirect common interest. +VII. Fabrication of social instruments. +VIII. Comparison between despotisms. + +BOOK THIRD. THE MEN IN POWER. + +CHAPTER I. PSYCHOLOGY OF THE JACOBIN LEADERS. +I. Marat. +II. Danton. +III. Robespierre. + +CHAPTER II. THE RULERS OF THE COUNTRY. +I. The Convention. +II. Its participation in crime. +III. The Committee of Public Safety. +IV. The Statesmen. +V. Official Jacobin organs. +VI. Commissars of the Revolution. +VII. Brutal Instincts. +IX. Vice. + +CHAPTER III. THE RULERS. (continued). +I. The Central Government Administration. +II. Subaltern Jacobins. +III. A Revolutionary Committee. +IV. Provincial Administration. +V. Jacobins sent to the Provinces. +VI. Quality of staff thus formed. +VII. The Armed Forces. + +BOOK FOURTH. THE GOVERNED. + +CHAPTER I. THE OPPRESSED. +I. Revolutionary Destruction. +II. The Value of Notables in Society. +III. The three classes of Notables. +IV. The Clergy. +V. The Bourgeoisie. +VI. The Demi-notables. +VII. Principle of socialist Equality. +VIII. Rigor against the Upper Classes. +IX. The Jacobin Citizen Robot. +X. The Governors and the Governed. + +CHAPTER II. FOOD AND PROVISIONS. +I. Economical Complexity of Food Chain. +II. Conditions in 1793. A Lesson in Market Economics. +III. Privation. +IV. Hunger. +V. Revolutionary Remedies. +VI. Relaxation. +VII. Misery at Paris. + +BOOK FIFTH. THE END OF THE REVOLUTIONARY GOVERNMENT. + +CHAPTER I. THE CONVENTION. +I. The Convention. +II. Re-election of the Two-thirds. +III. A Directory of Regicides. +IV. Public Opinon. +VI. The Directory. +VII. Enforcement of Pure Jacobinism. +VIII. Propaganda and Foreign Conquests. +IX. National Disgust. +X. Contrast between Civil and Military France. + + + +THE MODERN REGIME, VOLUME 1 [NAPOLEON] + +PREFACE + +BOOK FIRST. NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. + +CHAPTER I. HISTORICAL IMPORTANCE OF HIS CHARACTER AND GENIUS. +I. Napoleon's Past and Personality. +II. The Leader and Statesman +III. His acute Understanding of Others. +IV. His Wonderful Memory. +V. His Imagination and its Excesses. + +CHAPTER II. HIS IDEAS, PASSIONS AND INTELLIGENCE. +I. Intense Passions. +II. Will and Egoism. +III. Napoleon's Dominant Passion: Power. +IV. His Bad Manners. +V. His Policy. +VI. Fundamental Defaults of his System. + +BOOK SECOND. FORMATION AND CHARACTER OF THE NEW STATE. + +CHAPTER I. THE INSTITUTION OF GOVERNMENT +I. The Institution of Government. +II. Default of previous government. +III. In 1799, the undertaking more difficult and the materials worse. +IV. Motives for suppressing the election of local powers. +V. Reasons for centralization. +VI. Irreconcilable divisions. +VII. Establishment of a new Dictatorship. + +CHAPTER II. PUBLIC POWER +I. Principal service rendered by the public power. +II. Abusive Government Intervention. +III. The State attacks persons and property. +IV. Abuse of State powers. +V. Final Results of Abusive Government Intervention + +CHAPTER III. THE NEW GOVERNMENT ORGANIZATION. +I. Precedents of the new organization. +II. Doctrines of Government. +III. Brilliant Statesman and Administrator. +IV. Napoleon's barracks. +V. Modeled after Rome. + +BOOK THIRD. OBJECT AND MERITS OF THE SYSTEM. + +CHAPTER I. RECOVERY OF SOCIAL ORDER. +I. Rule as the mass want to be ruled. +II. The Revolution Ends. +III. Return of the Emigrés. +IV. Education and Medical Care. +V. Old and New. +VI. Religion +VII. The Confiscated Property. +VIII. Public Education. + +CHAPTER II. TAXATION AND CONSCRIPTION. +I. Distributive Justice in Allotment of Burdens and Benefits. +II. Equitable Taxation. +III. Formation of Honest, Efficient Tax Collectors +IV. Various Taxes. +V. Conscription or Professional soldiers. + +CHAPTER III. AMBITION AND SELF-ESTEEM. +I. Rights and benefits. +II. Ambitions during the Ancient Regime. +III. Ambition and Selection. +IV. Napoleon, Judge-Arbitrator-Ruler. +IV. The Struggle for Office and Title. +V. Self-esteem and a good Reputation. + +BOOK FOURTH. DEFECT AND EFFECTS OF THE SYSTEM. + +CHAPTER I. LOCAL SOCIETY. +I. Human Incentives. +II. Local Community. +III. Essential Public Local Works. +IV. Local associations. +V. Local versus State authority. +VI. Local Elections under the First Consul. +VII. Municipal and general councillors under the Empire. +VIII. Excellence of Local Government after Napoleon. + +CHAPTER II. LOCAL SOCIETY SINCE 1830. +I. Introduction of Universal suffrage. +II. Universal suffrage. +III. Equity in taxation. +IV. On unlimited universal suffrage. +V. Rural or urban communes. +VI. The larger Communes. +VII. Local society in 1880. +VIII. Final result in a tendency to bankruptcy. + + + +THE MODERN REGIME, VOLUME 2 + +PREFACE By André Chevrillon. + +BOOK FIFTH. THE CHURCH. + +CHAPTER I. MORAL INSTITUTIONS +I. Napoleon's Objectives. +II. Napoleon's opinions and methods. +III. Dealing with the Pope. +IV. The Pope, Napoleon's employee. +V. State domination of all religion. +VI. Napoleon Executes the Concordat. +VII. System to which the regular clergy is subject. +VIII. Administrative Control. +IX. The Imperial Catechism +X. The Council of 1811.—The Concordat of 1813. + +CHAPTER II. THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. +I. The Catholic System. +II. The Bishops and their new Situation. +III. The new Bishop. +IV. The subordinate clergy. + +CHAPTER III THE CLERGY +I. The regular clergy. +II. Evolution of the Catholic Church. +III. The Church today. +IV. Contrasting Vistas. + +BOOK SIXTH. PUBLIC INSTRUCTION. + +CHAPTER I. PUBLIC INSTRUCTION +I. Public instruction and its three effects. +II. Napoleon's Educational Instruments. +III. Napoleon's machinery. +VI. Objects and sentiments. +V. Military preparation and the cult of the Emperor. + +CHAPTER II. +I. Primary Instruction. +II. Higher Education. +III. On Science, Reason and Truth. +IV. Napoleon's stranglehold on science. +V. On Censorship under Napoleon. + +CHAPTER III. EVOLUTION BETWEEN 1814 AND 1890. +I. Evolution of the Napoleonic machine. +II. Educational monopoly of Church and State. +III. Internal Vices +IV. Cramming and Exams Compared to Apprenticeship +V. Public instruction in 1890. +VI. Summary. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23528.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23528.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..28be197d24627a944e42864fb6ecc2cd454270c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23528.txt @@ -0,0 +1,173 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Louise Pryor and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +CARLO, +OR KINDNESS REWARDED + +McLOUGHLIN BROS NEW YORK + + + + +CARLO, OR KINDNESS REWARDED. + + +Ida was a kind-hearted girl, and one day when crossing a bridge near her +home, she saw two boys on the banks of the stream, trying to drown a +little dog. + +Ida, like all good girls, could not bear to see anything suffer, and was +brave enough to try and prevent it. So, she ran to the shore, wringing +her hands, and crying loudly, "Oh! you bad, wicked boys! how can you be +so cruel to that poor little dog?" + +The boys looked at her in wonder, for they were more thoughtless than +cruel; and one of them said, "Father sold the rest of the pups, but +could not sell this one, and so he told us to drown it." "Then he should +have done it himself," replied Ida, her pretty face flushing with anger +as she spoke, "and not have trusted it to boys, who would cause it +needless pain." + +The dog had, by this time, reached the bank, and after politely shaking +off the water, crept timidly toward Ida, as if he knew her for a friend. +"Poor little fellow," she said, patting his head tenderly, "how pitiful +he looks! will you give him to me?" "Yes," said the boys, looking very +foolish, "we did not mean to be cruel. You may have him and welcome." + +Ida thanked the boys very sweetly, and ran home. + +"Oh! Mamma," she cried, "look at this dear little dog; two boys were +trying to drown him in the creek, and I asked them to give him to me. +May I keep him, dear Mamma?" "My dear child," said Mrs. Mason, (which +was the name of Ida's mother,) "I am very glad to hear that you saved +the little creature from pain. We cannot very well keep him here, but +perhaps, in a few days, we can find some one who will be kind to him." + +Ida was a little disappointed, for we always love anything we have saved +from death, but she said nothing, and you will see in the end how her +goodness was rewarded. The next morning, Ida sat at the door of the +cottage, studying her lesson, while her new pet, little Carlo (as she +had named the dog) played at her feet. A pleasant looking young lad, who +was walking slowly down the road, switching the tall grass as he came, +stopped to look at the pretty picture. His name was Eugene Morris, and +he was the son of a rich gentleman, who lived near by. "Good morning, +Ida," he said, with a bow and a smile, "is that pretty little dog +yours?" "Yes, sir," said Ida, blushing a little; "but Mamma says I must +give him away, because we cannot afford to keep him." Ida then told the +story of the dog, and how she had saved him from the hands of the +thoughtless boys; and finished by saying that she was only keeping him, +until she could find some kind person who would take good care of him. +Eugene looked much pleased at her artless story, and after a short +pause, said, "Well, pretty Ida, I do not ask you to _give_ him to me, +but if you will _sell_ him, I will take him with pleasure. Here are five +dollars; will that pay for Carlo?" "We do not want any _pay_ for good +Carlo," said Ida, patting the little creature tenderly, "except a +promise of kind treatment, and that I am sure he will get from you." +Eugene looked pleased at this, and, with a "good-bye, then, till +to-morrow," went slowly down the road, and was soon out of sight. The +next morning, Eugene came, and took Carlo away, leaving five dollars +with Mrs. Mason, which he compelled her to take, for he knew she was +poor, and a widow. Ida cried a little when Carlo whined for her, but she +knew that he would be in good hands and soon dried her tears. + +[Illustration: Ida Saving Carlo.] + +One morning, about two years after Carlo had gone with his new master, +Ida was standing upon the same bridge, looking at some fish which darted +about in the water as if at play. At last they went further under the +bridge; and Ida, leaning over, a little too far, in her eagerness to see +them, lost her balance, and fell over the low rail into the creek, +which, at that point, was deep enough to drown her! She had but just +time to give one loud cry of fright, as she sunk beneath the cruel +water. In a moment, she rose to the top, but only to sink again. Poor +Ida! is there no one to help her? Yes, the good God who watches over +the smallest of his creatures has not forgotten little Ida. A large dog, +who lay lazily winking in the sunshine a little way off, has heard her +cry. He pricks up his ears, and comes swiftly toward her, with great +leaps--barking loudly as he jumps--in a moment he plunges into the +creek, and catches Ida by her dress just as she is about to sink for the +last time! Ida is heavy, and cannot help herself, but the dog is strong +and brave, and, swimming and tugging with all his might, he soon brings +her in safety to the shore. Then pulling her head out of the water, so +that it rested on the soft grass, he raised his head in the air, opened +his great mouth, and barked long and loudly for help. And help was near. +The master of the dog, a tall, handsome boy, came running up, "Why, +Carlo boy, what's the matter?" he said cheerily. But in a moment he saw +Ida still partly in the water, with her eyes closed, as if dead! He at +once drew her up on the bank, when she soon opened her eyes, and looked +around as if she did not know where she was. But Eugene Morris, for it +was he, said, "What! little Ida, nearly drowned. Why, how in the world +did you get in the water?" Ida was now well enough to tell her story; +and after she had finished, Eugene called her attention to the dog, at +the same time wrapping Ida in his overcoat, and leading her toward her +home. "Don't you know him?" he said, "it is your old friend Carlo; you +saved _his_ life, and now he has saved yours in return." + +[Illustration: Eugene and Ida.] + +How strange are the ways of God! The very dog which Ida saved from +death, two years before, had now been able to pay his debt to the +tender-hearted little girl, on the same spot! This surely is not chance, +but seems to show that good deeds are rewarded even in _this_ world. +Carlo, who was a well-bred dog, had shaken himself dry by this time, and +was rubbing his nose against Ida's dress, as if to say, "Don't you know +your old friend?" + +As she was still weak, from the shock of the fall and the fright, Eugene +went home with her, and explained the thing to the alarmed Mrs. Mason, +after which he took his leave, promising to come and see her the next +day. Eugene was as good as his word; and early the next morning came +down to the widow's cottage, accompanied by a gentleman and a little +girl about four years old, whom Ida had never seen before. Carlo, of +course, was in the party, and was made much of by everybody, receiving a +great deal of attention, which he accepted with much dignity; sitting up +on his hind legs, wagging his tail, and giving vent, now and then, to a +short, amiable bark of thanks to his kind friends. + +[Illustration: Carlo Saving Ida.] + +The gentleman, who was Eugene's father, Mr. Morris, after kissing little +Ida, said, "this little girl whom I have brought to see you, is my only +daughter Lottie; and _you_ were the means of her having been saved from +drowning." Ida's look of surprise at this, was comical to see. "Not long +since," went on Mr. Morris, "our good Carlo saved _her_ life, just as he +did _yours_, yesterday. Eugene tells me, that, but for your goodness of +heart, Carlo would have been killed when he was a puppy; and in that +case I should have had no little Lottie to-day; for there was no one +near at the time but the nurse, who was too much frightened to be of any +use. I desire then, Mrs. Mason, with your permission, to make Ida a +little present." So saying, he kissed Ida again--put a small package +into her hand, and bowing politely, to the surprised Mrs. Mason; left +the cottage with his party, before she could find words to thank him. +The package proved to be a bank-book in which Ida was credited with five +thousand dollars in her own name! This was Mr. Morris's "little +present." Mrs. Mason owned the cottage in which she lived, but nothing +more; and was obliged to sew, early and late, to gain a scanty support +for Ida and herself. This money was, therefore, great wealth to them, +and would enable Mrs. Mason to fulfil the dearest wish of her heart, +which was to give a good education to her beloved Ida. Every kind action +is, I think, rewarded, either here or hereafter; yet we should try to do +good for its own sake, and leave the result to the great Father of us +all! + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23538.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23538.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..101975f1748894ad25fbc412de61c7834e83e3bf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23538.txt @@ -0,0 +1,680 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Lewis Jones + + + + +Pound, Ezra (1920) _Hugh Selwyn Mauberley_ + + + +Hugh Selwyn +Mauberley + +BY + +E. P. + + + + +THE OVID PRESS +1920 + + + +"VOCAT AESTUS IN UMBRAM" + _Nemesianus Ec. IV._ + + + +H. S. Mauberley + +(LIFE AND CONTACTS) + +Transcriber's note: Ezra Pound's _Hugh Selwyn Mauberley_ +contains accents, diphthongs and Greek characters. Facsimile +images of the poems as originally published are freely available +online from the Internet Archive. Please use these images to +check for any errors or inadequacies in this electronic text. + + + _MAUBERLEY_ + CONTENTS + Part I. + ________ + +_Ode pour l'election de son sepulcher_ +II. +III. +IV. +V. +_Yeux Glauques_ +_"Siena mi fe', disfecemi Maremma"_ +_Brennbaum_ +_Mr. Nixon_ +X. +XI. +XII. + + ____________ + + ENVOI + 1919 + ____________ + + Part II. + 1920 + (Mauberley) + +I. +II. +III. _"The age demanded"_ +IV. +V. _Medallion_ + + + + +E.P. +ODE POUR SELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE + +FOR three years, out of key with his time, +He strove to resuscitate the dead art +Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime" +In the old sense. Wrong from the start-- + +No hardly, but, seeing he had been born +In a half savage country, out of date; +Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn; +Capaneus; trout for factitious bait; + +_{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH PSILI AND OXIA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER DELTA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER MU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER GAMMA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER PI~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER PI~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER THETA~}', {~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER SIGMA~}' {~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA~} {~GREEK CAPITAL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ETA~}_ +Caught in the unstopped ear; +Giving the rocks small lee-way +The chopped seas held him, therefore, that year. + +His true Penelope was Flaubert, +He fished by obstinate isles; +Observed the elegance of Circe's hair +Rather than the mottoes on sun-dials. + +Unaffected by "the march of events," +He passed from men's memory in _l'an trentiesme +De son eage_; the case presents +No adjunct to the Muses' diadem. + + +II. + +THE age demanded an image +Of its accelerated grimace, +Something for the modern stage, +Not, at any rate, an Attic grace; + +Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries +Of the inward gaze; +Better mendacities +Than the classics in paraphrase! + +The "age demanded" chiefly a mould in plaster, +Made with no loss of time, +A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster +Or the "sculpture" of rhyme. + + +III. + +THE tea-rose tea-gown, etc. +Supplants the mousseline of Cos, +The pianola "replaces" +Sappho's barbitos. + +Christ follows Dionysus, +Phallic and ambrosial +Made way for macerations; +Caliban casts out Ariel. + +All things are a flowing, +Sage Heracleitus says; +But a tawdry cheapness +Shall reign throughout our days. + +Even the Christian beauty +Defects--after Samothrace; +We see _{~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER KAPPA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER LAMDA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}_ +Decreed in the market place. + +Faun's flesh is not to us, +Nor the saint's vision. +We have the press for wafer; +Franchise for circumcision. + +All men, in law, are equals. +Free of Peisistratus, +We choose a knave or an eunuch +To rule over us. + +O bright Apollo, +_{~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}' {~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER DELTA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}, {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}' {~GREEK SMALL LETTER ETA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMEGA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}, {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER THETA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}_, +What god, man, or hero +Shall I place a tin wreath upon! + + +IV. + +THESE fought, in any case, +and some believing, pro domo, in any case . . +Some quick to arm, +some for adventure, +some from fear of weakness, +some from fear of censure, +some for love of slaughter, in imagination, +learning later . . . + +some in fear, learning love of slaughter; +Died some "pro patria, non dulce non et decor". . + +walked eye-deep in hell +believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving +came home, home to a lie, +home to many deceits, +home to old lies and new infamy; + +usury age-old and age-thick +and liars in public places. + +Daring as never before, wastage as never before. +Young blood and high blood, +Fair cheeks, and fine bodies; + +fortitude as never before + +frankness as never before, +disillusions as never told in the old days, +hysterias, trench confessions, +laughter out of dead bellies. + + +V. + +THERE died a myriad, +And of the best, among them, +For an old bitch gone in the teeth, +For a botched civilization, + +Charm, smiling at the good mouth, +Quick eyes gone under earth's lid, + +For two gross of broken statues, +For a few thousand battered books. + + +YEUX GLAUQUES + +GLADSTONE was still respected, +When John Ruskin produced +"Kings Treasuries"; Swinburne +And Rossetti still abused. + +Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voice +When that faun's head of hers +Became a pastime for +Painters and adulterers. + +The Burne-Jones cartons +Have preserved her eyes; +Still, at the Tate, they teach +Cophetua to rhapsodize; + +Thin like brook-water, +With a vacant gaze. +The English Rubaiyat was still-born +In those days. + +The thin, clear gaze, the same +Still darts out faun-like from the half-ruin'd fac +Questing and passive .... +"Ah, poor Jenny's case"... + +Bewildered that a world +Shows no surprise +At her last maquero's +Adulteries. + + +"SIENA MI FE', DISFECEMI MAREMMA" + +AMONG the pickled foetuses and bottled bones, +Engaged in perfecting the catalogue, +I found the last scion of the +Senatorial families of Strasbourg, Monsieur Verog. + +For two hours he talked of Gallifet; +Of Dowson; of the Rhymers' Club; +Told me how Johnson (Lionel) died +By falling from a high stool in a pub . . . + +But showed no trace of alcohol +At the autopsy, privately performed-- +Tissue preserved--the pure mind +Arose toward Newman as the whiskey warmed. + +Dowson found harlots cheaper than hotels; +Headlam for uplift; Image impartially imbued +With raptures for Bacchus, Terpsichore and the Church. +So spoke the author of "The Dorian Mood", + +M. Verog, out of step with the decade, +Detached from his contemporaries, +Neglected by the young, +Because of these reveries. + + +BRENNBAUM. + +THE sky-like limpid eyes, +The circular infant's face, +The stiffness from spats to collar +Never relaxing into grace; + +The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years, +Showed only when the daylight fell +Level across the face +Of Brennbaum "The Impeccable". + + +MR. NIXON + +IN the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht +Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer +Dangers of delay. "Consider + "Carefully the reviewer. + +"I was as poor as you are; +"When I began I got, of course, +"Advance on royalties, fifty at first", said Mr. Nixon, +"Follow me, and take a column, +"Even if you have to work free. + +"Butter reviewers. From fifty to three hundred +"I rose in eighteen months; +"The hardest nut I had to crack +"Was Dr. Dundas. + +"I never mentioned a man but with the view +"Of selling my own works. +"The tip's a good one, as for literature +"It gives no man a sinecure." + +And no one knows, at sight a masterpiece. +And give up verse, my boy, +There's nothing in it. + + * * * + +Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: +Don't kick against the pricks, +Accept opinion. The "Nineties" tried your game +And died, there's nothing in it. + + +X. + +BENEATH the sagging roof +The stylist has taken shelter, +Unpaid, uncelebrated, +At last from the world's welter + +Nature receives him, +With a placid and uneducated mistress +He exercises his talents +And the soil meets his distress. + +The haven from sophistications and contentions +Leaks through its thatch; +He offers succulent cooking; +The door has a creaking latch. + + +XI. + +"CONSERVATRIX of Milesien" +Habits of mind and feeling, +Possibly. But in Ealing +With the most bank-clerkly of Englishmen? + +No, "Milesien" is an exaggeration. +No instinct has survived in her +Older than those her grandmother +Told her would fit her station. + + +XII. + +"DAPHNE with her thighs in bark +Stretches toward me her leafy hands",-- +Subjectively. In the stuffed-satin drawing-room +I await The Lady Valentine's commands, + +Knowing my coat has never been +Of precisely the fashion +To stimulate, in her, +A durable passion; + +Doubtful, somewhat, of the value +Of well-gowned approbation +Of literary effort, +But never of The Lady Valentine's vocation: + +Poetry, her border of ideas, +The edge, uncertain, but a means of blending +With other strata +Where the lower and higher have ending; + +A hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention, +A modulation toward the theatre, +Also, in the case of revolution, +A possible friend and comforter. + + * * * + +Conduct, on the other hand, the soul +"Which the highest cultures have nourished" +To Fleet St. where +Dr. Johnson flourished; + +Beside this thoroughfare +The sale of half-hose has +Long since superseded the cultivation +Of Pierian roses. + + +ENVOI (1919) + +GO, dumb-born book, +Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes; +Hadst thou but song +As thou hast subjects known, +Then were there cause in thee that should condone +Even my faults that heavy upon me lie +And build her glories their longevity. + +Tell her that sheds +Such treasure in the air, +Recking naught else but that her graces give +Life to the moment, +I would bid them live +As roses might, in magic amber laid, +Red overwrought with orange and all made +One substance and one colour +Braving time. + +Tell her that goes +With song upon her lips +But sings not out the song, nor knows +The maker of it, some other mouth, +May be as fair as hers, +Might, in new ages, gain her worshippers, +When our two dusts with Waller's shall be laid, +Siftings on siftings in oblivion, +Till change hath broken down +All things save Beauty alone. + + +1920 + +(MAUBERLEY) + + I. + +TURNED from the "eau-forte +Par Jaquemart" +To the strait head +Of Mcssalina: + +"His true Penelope +Was Flaubert", +And his tool +The engraver's + +Firmness, +Not the full smile, +His art, but an art +In profile; + +Colourless +Pier Francesca, +Pisanello lacking the skill +To forge Achaia. + + II. + + _"Qu'est ce qu'ils savent de l'amour, et + gu'est ce qu'ils peuvent comprendre? + S'ils ne comprennent pas la poesie, + s'ils ne sentent pas la musique, qu'est ce + qu'ils peuvent comprendre de cette pas- + sion en comparaison avec laquelle la rose + est grossiere et le parfum des violettes un + tonnerre?"_ CAID ALI + +FOR three years, diabolus in the scale, +He drank ambrosia, +All passes, ANANGKE prevails, +Came end, at last, to that Arcadia. + +He had moved amid her phantasmagoria, +Amid her galaxies, +NUKTIS AGALMA + +Drifted....drifted precipitate, +Asking time to be rid of.... +Of his bewilderment; to designate +His new found orchid.... + +To be certain....certain... +(Amid aerial flowers)..time for arrangements-- +Drifted on +To the final estrangement; + +Unable in the supervening blankness +To sift TO AGATHON from the chaff +Until he found his seive... +Ultimately, his seismograph: + +--Given, that is, his urge +To convey the relation +Of eye-lid and cheek-bone +By verbal manifestation; + +To present the series +Of curious heads in medallion-- + +He had passed, inconscient, full gaze, +The wide-banded irises +And botticellian sprays implied +In their diastasis; + +Which anaesthesis, noted a year late, +And weighed, revealed his great affect, +(Orchid), mandate +Of Eros, a retrospect. + + . . . + +Mouths biting empty air, +The still stone dogs, +Caught in metamorphosis were, +Left him as epilogues. + + +"THE AGE DEMANDED" + +VIDE POEM II. + +FOR this agility chance found +Him of all men, unfit +As the red-beaked steeds of +The Cytheraean for a chain-bit. + +The glow of porcelain +Brought no reforming sense +To his perception +Of the social inconsequence. + +Thus, if her colour +Came against his gaze, +Tempered as if +It were through a perfect glaze + +He made no immediate application +Of this to relation of the state +To the individual, the month was more temperate +Because this beauty had been + ...... + The coral isle, the lion-coloured sand + Burst in upon the porcelain revery: + Impetuous troubling + Of his imagery. + ...... + +Mildness, amid the neo-Neitzschean clatter, +His sense of graduations, +Quite out of place amid +Resistance to current exacerbations + +Invitation, mere invitation to perceptivity +Gradually led him to the isolation +Which these presents place +Under a more tolerant, perhaps, examination. + +By constant elimination +The manifest universe +Yielded an armour +Against utter consternation, + +A Minoan undulation, +Seen, we admit, amid ambrosial circumstances +Strengthened him against +The discouraging doctrine of chances + +And his desire for survival, +Faint in the most strenuous moods, +Became an Olympian _apathein_ +In the presence of selected perceptions. + +A pale gold, in the aforesaid pattern, +The unexpected palms +Destroying, certainly, the artist's urge, +Left him delighted with the imaginary +Audition of the phantasmal sea-surge, + +Incapable of the least utterance or composition, +Emendation, conservation of the "better tradition", +Refinement of medium, elimination of superfluities, +August attraction or concentration. + +Nothing in brief, but maudlin confession +Irresponse to human aggression, +Amid the precipitation, down-float +Of insubstantial manna +Lifting the faint susurrus +Of his subjective hosannah. + +Ultimate affronts to human redundancies; + +Non-esteem of self-styled "his betters" +Leading, as he well knew, +To his final +Exclusion from the world of letters. + + + IV. + +SCATTERED Moluccas +Not knowing, day to day, +The first day's end, in the next noon; +The placid water +Unbroken by the Simoon; + +Thick foliage +Placid beneath warm suns, +Tawn fore-shores +Washed in the cobalt of oblivions; + +Or through dawn-mist +The grey and rose +Of the juridical +Flamingoes; + +A consciousness disjunct, +Being but this overblotted +Series +Of intermittences; + +Coracle of Pacific voyages, +The unforecasted beach: +Then on an oar +Read this: + +"I was +And I no more exist; +Here drifted +An hedonist." + + +MEDALLION + +LUINI in porcelain! +The grand piano +Utters a profane +Protest with her clear soprano. + +The sleek head emerges +From the gold-yellow frock +As Anadyomene in the opening +Pages of Reinach. + +Honey-red, closing the face-oval +A basket-work of braids which seem as if they were +Spun in King Minos' hall +From metal, or intractable amber; + +The face-oval beneath the glaze, +Bright in its suave bounding-line, as +Beneath half-watt rays +The eyes turn topaz. + + +THIS EDITION OF 200 COPIES IS THE THIRD BOOK + OF THE OVID PRESS: WAS PRINTED BY JOHN + RODKER: AND COMPLETED APRIL + 23RD. 1920 + +OF THIS EDITION:-- + +15 Copies on Japan Vellum numbered 1-15 & not for sale. +20 Signed copies numbered 16-35 +165 Unsigned copies numbered 36-200 + +The initials & colophon by E. Wadsworth. + + + The . OVID . PRESS + + 43 BELSIZE PARK GARDENS + + LONDON N.W.3 + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23594.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23594.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3405a49ec70d083d1cff0c13be7e9b57642d28f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23594.txt @@ -0,0 +1,194 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Janet Blenkinship and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +A + +PICTURE BOOK, + +FOR + +LITTLE CHILDREN. + + +[Illustration] + + +PHILADELPHIA: + +PUBLISHED BY KIMBER AND CONRAD, + +NO. 93, MARKET STREET. +MERRITT, PRINTER. + + + + +SMALL ROMAN LETTERS. + + +a b c d e f g h i j +k l m n o p q r +s t u v w +x y z &. + + +_ITALIC LETTERS._ + +_a b c d e f g h i j k +l m n o p q r s +t u v w x +y z &._ + + +ROMAN CAPITAL LETTERS. + +A B C D E F G H I J K L M +N O P Q R S T U V +W X Y Z. + + +_ITALIC CAPITALS._ + +_A B C D E F G H I J K L +M N O P Q R S T U V +W X Y Z._ + + +DOUBLE LETTERS. + +fi ff fl ffl ffi. + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration: A walk in the garden.] + +[Illustration: Strawberries grow on little vines.] + +[Illustration: What troubles the old woman?] + +[Illustration: We cannot see ourselves in this Glass.] + +[Illustration: Children obey your mother.] + +[Illustration: The Swedes Church.] + +[Illustration: Do not rob the poor farmer of his fruit.] + +[Illustration: Some trees bear fruit, but this one has none on now.] + +[Illustration: Nice Folks.] + +[Illustration: Nine Pins.] + +[Illustration: Do not drink too much.] + +[Illustration: She walks among the tombs.] + +[Illustration: Run fast, or she will be gone.] + +[Illustration: M. stands for Master, Mistress and Mother.] + +[Illustration: What are they doing here?] + +[Illustration: The Cullender belongs to the kitchen.] + +[Illustration: Now Martha, do get up.] + +[Illustration: Give the Stays to Grandmother.] + +[Illustration: Take down the sail when the wind blows too hard.] + +[Illustration: We cannot see well at night.] + +[Illustration: What a curious figure she is!] + +[Illustration: Water is boiled in a pot or in a kettle.] + +[Illustration: Do be kind to the poor black boy.] + +[Illustration: A kite should never be raised in the street.] + +[Illustration: Walk in, and rest in the cottage.] + +[Illustration: This goat has horns and a beard--he seems to have +a mind to butt the old tree.] + +[Illustration: Dogs are not often put to work--Drive on old man +and do not overset.] + +[Illustration: This is a trumpeter--he is in a great hurry--Stage +men and post riders sometimes blow a kind of trumpet.] + +[Illustration: It is difficult to travel where there is no road.] + +[Illustration: This turkey looks as if she had been in a shower +of rain--perhaps she is not very well.] + +[Illustration: The bench looks pretty strong; perhaps it will +not break down.] + +[Illustration: It is good to be industrious--when our work is done, +we may have time to read.] + +[Illustration: Please to walk in, and take a seat by the fire and +warm yourselves.] + +[Illustration: This man shoots at random: he will kill no birds. +Little boys should not meddle with guns.] + +[Illustration: A ship sails on the sea, it can be seen from the +rocks when a great way off.] + + +[Illustration: Do not go far from the shore; the boat looks too much +like a tub to be a safe one.] + +[Illustration: It is not genteel to sit back to back--always look +at a person when you speak to him.] + +[Illustration: The bible is the best of all books. Children who can +read in the bible, may go to Kimber & Conrad's Store and buy one for +themselves.] + +[Illustration: Old folks should never forget they were once young.] + +[Illustration: A cow is a useful creature; she gives us milk; and +butter and cheese are made of milk.] + +[Illustration: This poor man appears to be in distress--he has thrown +his axe upon the ground.] + +[Illustration: Little birds can fly very fast--They do no harm; why +should little boys delight to injure them?] + +[Illustration: The use of clothes is to cover us, and to keep us warm; +what do these people wear theirs for?] + +[Illustration: A peacock can make a great show with his fine feathers; +but as nature has given them, let him show them.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Picture Book, for Little Children, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23598.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23598.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..71461d8b0d05ff213806bfb7dee13f3bb25eec21 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23598.txt @@ -0,0 +1,262 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Renald Levesque, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + [Illustration] + + LITTLE + BO-PEEP + + A NURSERY RHYME PICTURE BOOK + + LESLIE BROOKE'S + CHILDREN'S BOOKS + + + LONDON . FREDERICK WARNE & CO. LTD. . NEW YORK + + + PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + + +[Illustration] + +LITTLE BO-PEEP. + + +Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, + And can't tell where to find them; +Leave them alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind them. + +Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, + And dreamt she heard them bleating; +But when she awoke, she found it a joke, + For they were still a-fleeting. + +Then up she took her little crook, + Determined for to find them; +She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, + For they'd left all their tails behind 'em. + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + + + +RING O' ROSES. + + +Ring a ring o' roses, + A pocket full of posies; +Hush! hush! hush! + And we all tumble down. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN. + + +There was a little man, + And he had a little gun, +And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; +He went to the brook +And saw a little duck, +And he shot it right through the head, head, head. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +He carried it home +To his old wife Joan, +And bid her a fire for to make, make, make; +To roast the little duck +He had shot in the brook, +And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake. + + + + +[Illustration] + +GOOD KING ARTHUR. + + +When good king Arthur ruled this land, + He was a goodly king; +He stole three pecks of barley-meal, + To make a bag-pudding. + +A bag-pudding the king did make, + And stuffed it well with plums: +And in it put great lumps of fat, + As big as my two thumbs. + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + +The king and queen did eat thereof, + And noblemen beside; +And what they could not eat that night, + The queen next morning fried. + + + + +[Illustration] + +HICKETY PICKETY MY BLACK HEN. + + +Hickety, pickety, my black hen, + She lays eggs for gentlemen; + +[Illustration] + +Gentlemen come every day +To see what my black hen doth lay. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO. + + +Cock-a-doodle-doo! + My dame has lost her shoe; +My master's lost his fiddling-stick, +And don't know what to do. + +Cock-a-doodle-doo! +What is my dame to do? +Till master finds his fiddling-stick, +She'll dance without her shoe. + +Cock-a-doodle-doo! +My dame has lost her shoe, +And master's found his fiddling-stick; +Sing doodle-doodle-doo! + +[Illustration] + +Cock-a-doodle-doo! +My dame will dance with you, +While master fiddles his fiddling-stick, +For dame and doodle-doo. + +Cock-a-doodle-doo! +Dame has lost her shoe; +Gone to bed and scratched her head, +And can't tell what to do. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +WEE WILLIE WINKIE. + + +Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, + Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, +Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, +"Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?" + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + +BOOKS +WITH DRAWINGS + +By +LESLIE BROOKE + +[Illustration] + +THE GOLDEN GOOSE BOOK + +RING O' ROSES + A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book + +LESLIE BROOKE'S CHILDREN'S BOOKS + Containing the above two volumes + in separate sections + +JOHNNY CROW'S GARDEN + +JOHNNY CROW'S PARTY + +JOHNNY CROW'S NEW GARDEN + +THE NURSERY RHYME BOOK + Edited by Andrew Lang + +THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD + and other Fairy Stories + +A ROUNDABOUT TURN + By Robert H. Charles + +THE TRUTH ABOUT OLD KING + COLE AND OTHER VERY + NATURAL HISTORIES + By G. F. Hill + + +PUBLISHED BY FREDERICK WARNE & Co., LTD. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23611.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23611.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ec22e5aa9a2f38cbdb1128df286cd4403cd6b1cc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23611.txt @@ -0,0 +1,667 @@ + + + + + +Produced by K. Nordquist, Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + WHY THEY MARRIED + + TEXT AND ILLUSTRATIONS + BY + JAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGG + + NEW YORK + LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY + 1906 + + + _Copyright 1906_ + LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY + BRITISH COPYRIGHT SECURED + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + + + + DEDICATED + TO SEVERAL OBLIGING MARRIED COUPLES + WHO HAVE POSED + FOR SOME OF THESE PORTRAITS + + + + + Don't be ashamed to let us know + Why you tried matrimony, + For others brave the under-tow + For reasons quite as funny; + We give these little facts away, + Perhaps it is a treason, + Don't marry in an off-hand way, + Be sure "there's a reason!" + + THE AUTHOR + + + + +[Illustration: Yellow Dog] + + [Illustration] + + STUNG! + + He was a gentle and sensitive chap, + He married the forceful Miss Howe, + He wanted her sympathy, did the poor yap-- + He has everyone's sympathy now! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SHE KEPT HER WORD. + + Maud hung onto straps in the Subway and "L," + No man ever said "Take my seat!" + She swore that she'd marry the first one who did-- + The next day her husband did meet! + + +[Illustration: Skiddoo] + + [Illustration] + + SKIDDOO! + + When your wife jams her hat on and packs up her bag + And says "I shall go back to mother!" + If you sniff she will say, "Just for that I will stay!" + One excuse is as good as another. + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SHE LOOKED SO DOCILE! + + John Quincy tho' kindly and gentle, declared: + "The man must be master, by gum!" + But his outlook on life, is just what his dear wife + Lets him peer at from under her thumb! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + NOT A QUITTER. + + Wilhemina's bridegroom failed to show up at the church + So she yanked the driver off the wedding hack, + And married him in lieu of John, who'd left her in the lurch + For she would NOT send the wedding presents back. + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + EVER KNOW IT TO FAIL? + + "I never could marry that kind of a man!" + Said Miss Sue of a fellow named Sid-- + So of course the gods heard her and laughed when they saw, + 'Twas exactly the kind that she did! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + HOW WAS SHE TO KNOW? + + The reason sweet Alice got married to-day-- + Sweet Alice, so prettily blushing, + She hadn't the faintest idea that the gent + Had another wife over in Flushing. + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + A TONIC. + + Miss Luella Gloaming was naturally glum, + So she married young Grouch, the recluse; + For she says when she's sad, she just looks at his face-- + Then she can't help but laugh like the deuce! + + +[Illustration: 2 of clubs] + + [Illustration] + + WHY THEY MARRIED. + + This couple before you are husband and wife, + He looks sorry and just a bit harried; + It took a mere two-spot to scare him for life, + At least that's the reason he married! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + EXPLAINED AT LAST. + + Mr. Pinhead was worth eighty millions, + Miss Nothingbutt had eighty-two; + Why do cash and spondulicks get married? + Spondulicks and cash always do! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + AN OPEN AND SHUT GAME. + + They heard that people ought to wed + Their opposites in life; + He finds an opposition where + He thought he'd found a wife! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + REALLY SHE DID. + + You never can guess why she married this man, + There's no use the matter to mince, + She married him merely because he had hair + Like her lost Pomeranian, "Prince." + + +[Illustration: Ta-Da-De-Da!] + + [Illustration] + + AND THERE YOU ARE! + + The reason Walter Applepie + Did wed his Nancy fair, + She liked the way his mouth curled up-- + He liked her fuzzy hair! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + TRUE COMPANIONS. + + These people are mated exactly, + And all that remains is to tell, + That she is a bully good talker, + And he listens equally well! + + +[Illustration: Diamonds] + + [Illustration] + + AN ADVERTISING MEDIUM. + + The reason this chap in the box here + Made his lady friend Mrs. Van Pelf, + He had a whole car-load of diamonds + And he couldn't well wear them himself! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SO THOUGHTFUL OF FATHER. + + Again to the altar went widower Brown, + When his grief he could decently smother, + He explained it to every acquaintance in town; + "My poor children needed a mother." + + +[Illustration: $1.98] + + [Illustration] + + OLD MERGER AND MAYME. + + Why did they marry--December and June? + Old Merger and Mayme-out-of-School? + Mayme didn't care for those ready made frocks-- + December was--just an old fool. + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + NOW SHE'S WAY ABOVE PAR. + + Billy Margin, a broker, did wed Ysobel, + Her shape counted most in his eyes, + Now her figure's no more, and Billy is sore, + For he finds he had bought for a rise! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + AVERTED DANGER. + + The reason Jenks married, + So we are told, + He was 'fraid he'd be lonely + When he got old! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + FATE. + + The rector got married to Annabel Gauze, + The rector was gentle and good; + He made up his mind that he'd marry because + She had made up her mind that he should! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + THE SUN DO MOVE. + + Petkins wed her Nobby Boy + In the year of our Lord knows when-- + He was once the mold of form + And she was stylish then! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + A MATTER OF TASTE. + + He married her because she didn't swagger like a man, + Nor did she stand with feet apart, toes in, + She wasn't a "good fellow," thickly coated with a tan-- + She was merely lovely, really feminine! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + STRONGER THAN MERE LOVE. + + The bond is a strong one that couples this pair, + A case in which Jill found her Jack, + This strong binding tie is the joy they both share, + In ripping their friends up the back! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + IN ROUND FIGURES. + + Now here is a couple who seem of one mind, + What on earth made them think they'd agree? + Why, he didn't care for the lean scraggly kind, + And it's funny, but neither did she! + + +[Illustration: Divorce Mill] + + [Illustration] + + AKIN TO LOVE. + + Out of pity married Chaucer, + She had been upon the shelf, + For same reason he'll divorce her, + Pity--this time for himself! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SPORTS! + + He thought she was wealthy; she thought he was too, + Not thinking each other a grafter, + They found out between them there wasn't a sou-- + So they laughed and lived happily after! + + +[Illustration: FATE] + + [Illustration] + + INEVITABLE. + + This happy young bride is a girl we all know, + Who swore that she never would wed, + When she'd been out of school a fortnight or so + She accepted misogynist Ned! + + +[Illustration: Three one dime coins] + + [Illustration] + + THEY _WILL_ DO IT! + + Both poor as Job's turkey and not overstrong-- + Hold a three dollar job the man couldn't-- + We are forced to conclude that they married because + There was every good reason they shouldn't! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + NO FALLING OFF. + + Paul told her lovely fairy tales when she was but a child, + She loved him far above all other men. + Tho' they've been married quite a while, the tales he tells her now + Are quite as good as those he told her then! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + WANTED A CHANGE. + + Young Twentyperr looked carefully before a wife he took, + His wife would have to know a thing or two, + He wanted to be certain that his spouse knew how to cook + The way his mother didn't use to do! + + +[Illustration: THIS IS A PEACH] + + [Illustration] + + IT'S ONLY TOO TRUE. + + "That woman married!" I hear you exclaim, + Your knowledge of people is small, + There is always some chump who will whisper "Je T'aime!" + While real peaches are left by the wall! + + +[Illustration: DEBT] + + [Illustration] + + HIGH FINANCE. + + Jonas Granitt married and he knew that he was cute, + A Mrs. Drudge, his housekeeper, no less, + For he owed her two years wages--you'll admit he was astute, + Now he doesn't owe her anything, I guess! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SHE GOT TIRED OF IT. + + They are married and Maudie looks quite worn out, + It's no wonder--he pestered her so, + He proposed forty thousand and ninety-six times-- + Every time but the last she said "No!" + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SIDE-TRACKED. + + These people wed in self-defense, + All social life they missed, + They found themselves outside the fence, + For neither played bridge-whist! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + THE BUTTERFLY AND THE ANEMONE. + + Mr. Butterfly Flitter was handsome and gay, + Why, he'd ne'er given marriage a thought, + But he dallied too long by a flower one day, + And before he could flit he was caught! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + AHA! + + Pious Mary knew that Jake + Gambled and drank rum too; + She married to reform the rake-- + Now see what she has come to! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + MR. AND MRS. JOHN SPRATT. + + She fancied him because she felt a very piquant charm + In the unexpected awful things he said-- + On her remarks he could depend, they never caused alarm, + So as they both were pleased, they wed! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + A PRETTY SMOOTH GENTLEMAN. + + Mary thought her husband was the finest anywhere, + He was the satisfaction of her life. + He knew too much to ever say, "Why don't you dye your hair?" + Or praise another woman to his wife! + + +[Illustration: DING, DANG, D-DANG] + + [Illustration] + + HOW ABSURDLY ABSURD! + + Mr. Tootles rides on trolley cars a good bit of his life, + His little wife goes with him for the ride; + A friend asked why he married such a tiny little wife-- + "She's so easy to get on with!" he replied. + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + AND, GREAT SCOTT, HE LIKES IT! + + Steve looked for a captain and not for a mate + And his friends all agree she was found, + Why, they say that the reason he's putting on weight + Is because she just ordered him 'round! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + DO YOU SEE? + + Intuition, deduction, observation as well, + And a masterful knowledge of life, + All figure as naught in our efforts to find + Why this pair became husband and wife! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + LABOR SAVING. + + When his wife died he married her sister, + A practical man was McGraw, + "In this way," he said, "I've no trouble + To break in a new mother-in-law." + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + MATTER OF FACT. + + Bert had known Gladys from childhood, + From the day of the doll and mud-pie, + When the time came of course they got married, + As one puts on one's coat or one's tie! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + A SHAME TO TAKE THE $. + + Young Rebayte, Jr. had a stack, + A show girl he did wed, + She married him behind his back, + For she had turned his head! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + NEWPORT NEWS. + + Bernard De Lancey and Evelyn Smarte + Disregarding good taste and the cost, + Got married again--an affair of the heart-- + They were tired of being divorced! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + NO OBJECTIONS. + + Izzy Morris Fiddlebaum + Wed Leah Meyer Rosen, + For neither had a prejudice + Against what's called "The Chosen"! + + +[Illustration: These Lots will go to the man who marries me +THE OWNER] + + [Illustration] + + HE WANTED THE EARTH! + + Joe married Miss Paula McQuaver, + And altho' she was thin and passe, + She really had lots in her favor-- + About eight city lots on Broadway! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + QUITE RECKLESS. + + She loved him for he was so brave, + Yes, in that line quite peerless-- + He married this widow with seven kids-- + By gosh, was not that fearless? + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + SHE HAD POSITION. + + Al Higgins thought he married well when he got Sally Brown, + For very well connected was his "poil," + Connected too with all the finest families in the town-- + By telephone--She was a "Hello-Goil"! + + +[Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + "DON'T." + + These foolish happy people here, + Mehitabel and Harry, + Disdaining quite those words of "Punch" + To those about to marry! + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Why They Married, by James Montgomery Flagg + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23614.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23614.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f8b4d8b3fc0001ef2790b6c3894ffd6b5fd70744 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23614.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Anne Storer and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_To Stern Critics_ + +Here's to stern Critics! + May they some day learn +The forward lookout's + Better than the stern! + + +[Illustration] + +Here's to her shadow! +May it mark the hours +Upon the sundial of her life--in flowers! + + + * * * * * + + + HAPPY DAYS + + BY + OLIVER HERFORD + AND + JOHN CECIL CLAY + + + NEW YORK + MITCHELL KENNERLEY + + + COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY + MITCHELL KENNERLEY + + + THE.PLIMPTON.PRESS + NORWOOD.MASS.U.S.A + + + * * * * * + + +_CONTENTS_ + + PAGE +TO STERN CRITICS 3 +TO HER SHADOW 4 +TO FASHION 9 +TO THE TYPEWRITER 11 +THE FLOOR 12 +TO MUSIC 15 +TO THE PUBLISHER 17 +HERE'S LOOKING 19 +THE DOVE OF PEACE 21 +TO THE CLOCK 23 +TO HOPE 25 +TO LIBERTY 27 +STAIRS: A TOAST 29 +TO LADY NICOTINE 31 +OH, EDITOR, EDITOR! 33 +TO THE CREDITOR 35 +TO NEPTUNE 37 +TO THE WAITER 39 +TO TEMPTATION 41 +TO THE MAID WITH FANCY FREE 43 +TO OUR SWEETHEARTS 45 +TO OUR READERS 46 + + + * * * * * + + +[Illustration:] + + +Fashion! Lovely Dame! + Pledge in sparkling wine! +Let us add her name + To the Muses' nine! + +Though the lovely Nin + All should pass away +Why should Woman pine, + If but Fashion stay? + +Tho' the Muses' lore + Molder on the shelf, +Still may She adore + In Fashion's glass--Herself. + + +[Illustration:] + + +_To The Typewriter_ + +Here's to the Typewriter! + Health to her type! +Whether blond or brunette + Or budding or ripe. +If she be the right type + Be she buxom or slight, +When she doesn't type wrong + She is sure to typewrite. + + +[Illustration] + +THE FLOOR + +Here's to the floor, + Our best friend of all, +Who sticks to us close + In the time of our fall. +When benches are fickle + And tables betray +And rugs are revolving, + He meets us half-way. +Our stay and support, + When we can't stand alone, +With the floor for a backer, + We'll never be thrown. +Here's to our friend, + In life's every stage! +Dry nurse of infancy, + Wet nurse of age! +_A health_ to our floor! + Supporter and stay; +Though he often be full, + May he never give way! + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration:] + + +_To Music_ + +Here's to Music, + Joy of joys! +One man's music's + Another man's noise. + +[Illustration:] + + +[Illustration:] + + +To The Publisher!--Drink! + Let his virtue be shown +In the _Good Works_ of others + If not in his own. + +TO THE PUBLISHER + + +[Illustration:] + + +Here's looking + at you, dear! + though I should pour +A sea of wine, + my eyes would + thirst for more. + + +[Illustration:] + + +Here's to the Dove of Peace! + May she find a mate some day, +And may her tribe increase + As fast as she can lay! + + + +With cooing doves galore + Then may the sky be dark +Until the Dogs of War + Can't see each other bark! + + +[Illustration:] + + +Here's to the Clock! + Whose hands, we pray heaven, +When we come home at three, + Have stopped at eleven! + +TO THE CLOCK + + +[Illustration] + + +Here's to Hope, + the child of Care, +And pretty sister + of Despair! +Here's hoping that + Hope's children shan't +Take after their Grandma + or Aunt! + + +[Illustration] + + +TO LIBERTY + +Here's to our Goddess, Liberty, + Idol of bronze and stone! +May she awake to life some day + And let her charms be known. + + +[Illustration] + + +STAIRS +A TOAST + +Here's to the man who invented stairs + And taught our feet to soar! +He was the first who ever burst + Into a second floor. + +The world would be downstairs to-day + Had he not found the key; +So let his name go down to fame, + Whatever it may be. + + +[Illustration] + + +TO OUR LADY NICOTINE + +Here's to Lady Nicotine! +Saint and Sorceress and Queen! +Saint, whose purple halo rings +Lift our eyes from earthly things; +Witch, whose wand of scented briar +Transmutes dead weeds to fragrant fire; +Queen, whose rod her slaves adore! +What can freedom offer more? + + +[Illustration] + + +OH, EDITOR, EDITOR, + Awful and grand, +Who holdest our fate + In the palm of thy hand, +Dost ever reflect + How one day thy ghost +To an Editor awf'ler + And grander will post? +Before him a great + Golden scroll is spread wide, +And a bottomless waste-basket + Yawns at his side. +With a swift searching glance + He reads through thy soul, +Then he looks at the basket, + Then looks at the scroll; +He purses his lips + And nibbles his pen, +And frowns for one long + Awful moment--and then-- +Oh, Editor!--think! if thy + Poor crumpled soul +Fall into the basket + And not in the scroll! + + +[Illustration] + + +_To The Creditor_ + +Here's to the Creditor, + Long may he reign! +May his Faith never waver, + His Trust never wane. +May the Lord make him gentle + And gracious and gay, +Yet quick to resent + The least offer of pay: +May he soften his heart + As he softened, we're told, +To the Israelite's 'touch,' + The Egyptian of old; +And when on his last + Long account he shall look, +The angel will say + As he closes the book: +"The Lord gives you Credit + For Credit you gave"! +So here's to the Creditor-- + Long may he waive. + + +[Illustration] + + +TO NEPTUNE + + +A health to King Neptune, + The boss of the wave! +Who sits on the Ocean + And makes it behave. +Come fill up your bumpers + And take a long pull! +When he's calm he's not dry-- + When he rolls, he's not full. + +Whether sober or rough, + He's always a sport, +And we'll never stop toasting him + Till we're in port. +A jolly old salt, + Though he smile or he frown. +So here's to King Neptune! + Fill up! Drink her down! + + +[Illustration] + + +We drink your health, O Waiter! + And may you be preserved +From old age, gout, or sudden death!-- + At least till supper's served. + +TO THE WAITER + + +[Illustration] + + +Here's to temptation! +Give us strength and grace +Against her witching smile, +To set our face! + + +[Illustration] + + +Here's to the maid with Fancy Free; +If Cupid's necromancy +Imprison not her heart, maybe, +It will arrest her Fancy. + + +[Illustration] + + +To our Sweethearts and Wives, +The joy of our lives! +May our Wives be our Sweethearts-- +Our Sweethearts, our Wives. + + +_To Our Readers_ + +Here's to our Readers, Health! good Looks! +And Joy _ad infinitum_ +And may they live to read our Books +As long as we may write 'em. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Happy Days, by Oliver Herford and John Cecil Clay + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23649.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23649.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..233359bd429e84e522dc4449d51dd0406df45412 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23649.txt @@ -0,0 +1,325 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Joe Longo and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + +The +Sugar-Plumb; +or, +_GOLDEN FAIRING_. + + * * * * * + +COMPILED, +FOR THE USE OF ALL HER PUPILS, +BY +_Mrs. Margery Two-Shoes_, + +Governess of A, B, C, College. + + * * * * * + +York: +Printed and Sold by E. Peck, +_Lower-Ousegate_. + + * * * * * + +(Price ONE PENNY.) + + + + +Here's A, B, and C, +And tumble-down D: + +[Illustration] + +The Cat's a Blind-Buff, +And she cannot see. + +A stands for Apples, and Ale, +Which to gladden the Heart cannot fail. + + * * * * * + +B stands for Ball, and for Batt, +And for Band-Box to cover a Hat. + + * * * * * + +C stands for Cow, and for Cell, +And for Custard we all love so well. + + * * * * * + +D stands for Dog, and for Dick +The Dunce who deserves a good Stick. + + +Great E, F, and G, +Come, Boys, follow me, + +[Illustration] + +And we'll jump over +The Rosemary Tree. + + +E stands for Egg, and for Ear, +And for Englishmen, void of fear. + + * * * * * + +F stands for Fortune and Fame, +And for Folly, which leads to Shame. + + * * * * * + +G stands for Glory and Gold, +And Guineas (all shining) behold. + + +Here's great H and I, +With a Christmas Pie:-- + +[Illustration] + +Don't eat out the Plumbs, +Good Boys, H and I. + + +H stands for Horses, and Hounds, +For hunting over the Grounds. + + * * * * * + +I stands for Inn, and for Isle, +And for Innocence without guile. + + * * * * * + +J stands for Joseph and James, +And several more pretty Names. + + +Messrs. great K and L, +I pray can you tell + +[Illustration] + +Who put the little Pig +Into the Well? + + +K stands for Knight, and for Knave, +And for Kings, so noble and brave. + + * * * * * + +L stands for London so gay, +And Lucy--the Queen of the May. + +[Illustration] + + +Pray, great M and N, +Why are ye come agen? + +[Illustration] + +To bring this good Boy +A fine golden Pen. + + +M stands for Mercy, and Might, +And for Money--the World's Delight. + + * * * * * + +N stands for Nancy, and Name, +And for Nobody--always to blame. + +[Illustration] + + +Well, great O and P, +Pray what do you see? + +[Illustration] + +A naughty Boy whipped, +But that is not me. + + +O stands for Owl, and for Oat, +And for Oysters of every sort. + + * * * * * + +P stands for Plumb, and for Pit, +And for Punch with so little Wit. + +[Illustration] + + +Here's great Q and R, +Both come from afar, + +[Illustration] + +To bring us good News +About the French War. + + +Q stands for Question, and Queen, +The fairest that ever was seen. + + * * * * * + +R stands for Riches, and Rhyme, +Like this, when taken in Time. + +[Illustration] + + +So, S, T, and U, +Pray how do you do? + +[Illustration] + +We thank you, much better +For meeting with you. + + +S stands for Stone, and for Sling, +And for Solomon,--that wise King. + + * * * * * + +T stands for Tale, and for Tart, +And Thank-ye, with all my Heart. + + * * * * * + +U stands for Us, and for Urn, +And for Use of all Things in Turn. + + * * * * * + +V stands for Virtue, and Vice, +And Voter, without a Price. + + +Friends W and X, +When you go to Church next, + +[Illustration] + +Attend to the Sermon, +And bring Home the Text. + + +W stands for Watch, and for Wine, +And Welcome to this of mine. + + * * * * * + +X stands for Xantippe the Scold, +Wise Socrates' plague, we are told. + +[Illustration] + + +See, here's Y and Z, +On a Nag at full Speed: + +[Illustration] + +Their Fall will be sad, +If they don't take goodheed. + + +Y stands for York, and for Year +When this Book was printed, and where. + + * * * * * + +Z stands for Zealot, and Zany, +Of whom in this World there are so many. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE +BOY _and the_ BUTTERFLY; + +_A FABLE, IN VERSE_. + + +A Sprightly Boy, one Summer's Day, +Perceived a Butterfly so gay, +That all his Wishes it engrossed, +To each surrounding Object lost: +He left his Fellows, and pursued, +With sparkling Eyes, the favourite Good. + +Now on the Rose it seem'd to rest, +And now to court the Violet's breast, +From Flow'r to Flow'r incessant flying, +Inviting still, and still denying. +Beneath his Hand, beneath his Hat, +He often thought he had it pat; +The Violet-bed, the Myrtle-sprig, +Had made his little Heart grow big. +At last, with Joy he saw it venture +Within a Tulip's Bell to enter, +And _snatch'd_ it with ecstatic rapture. +But what, alas! was all his Capture? +A lifeless Insect, like a Worm, +Without one Grace in all its Form! + +With Rage and Disappointment stung, +The Reptile to the Earth he flung; +Yet fond Remembrance fill'd his Eye +With Tears,--and Passion heav'd a Sigh. + +Reason inform'd the Creature's Breast, +And thus the Mourner it address'd: + + "I am deceitful PLEASURE'S Shade; + A Butterfly with Joy surveyed + By every inexperienced Child, + Till he, like you, has been beguiled. + Learn, therefore, that this Insect bright, + The Worm alluring to the Sight; + This airy Trifler, ever smiling, + Still promising, and still beguiling; + All glorious, when at Distance view'd, + And always pleasing while pursued, + Will never yield what you desire; + And, grasp'd with Ardour, will expire." + + +FINIS. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23686.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23686.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..27167ea128a33931500889f6e12a988c2558d6e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23686.txt @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Alexander Bauer and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + [Illustration: Alas! Poor Puss.] + + THE + LIFE AND ADVENTURES + OF + POOR PUSS. + + BY LUCY GRAY, + Author of "The Twin Brothers", &c., &c. + + EASINGWOLD: + PUBLISHED BY THOMAS GILL, + AMEN CORNER. + + EASINGWOLD: + _Gill, Printer, Amen Corner._ + + + + +THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF POOR PUSS. + + +[Illustration] + +Poor Puss, the subject of the following memoir, was the favourite +companion of Widow Wales and her little girl Julia. She departed this +life in her fifth year, and was interred at the bottom of the garden, +last Thursday morning at half-past eight o'clock. The cause of her death +proceeded from an internal disorder and shortness of breath. For a week +or more it was evident that her end was fast approaching, as her +strength was nearly gone, and she was unable to perform her usual +duties. + +The principal events in the life of poor Puss, we shall now endeavour to +relate. She was born at a farm house, in the neighbourhood of +Easingwold. At a very early period in life she became addicted to little +petty thefts and misdemeanors, such as getting into the dairy and +lapping the cream from the bowls, and stealing meat or anything that +happened to be on the table, as soon as ever she had a chance. For these +and other acts of transgression she frequently got a good whipping, so +that she was very shy of going into the dairy again. + +When she got a little older, she would frequently run about in the yard, +and play with old Keeper and hide herself in his kennel, where she would +remain concealed behind the door and when Keeper wanted to come in, she +would spring at him, and scratch his nose, but Keeper did not like such +fun as this, and so he fell quite vexed, and bit a piece of her tail +end, which so frightened poor Puss that she durst not come near him for +a long time to come. + +[Illustration] + +The mother of poor Puss now thought it was high time that she should +begin to fend for herself, and so she took her into the barn on a +mousing expedition. For a long time they watched the hole of a mouse, +which appeared to be the residence of a whole family, and at length the +old mouse came out followed by six little ones. The old cat seized the +old mouse, and killed three or four of the little ones. The young cat +seized hold of one, and wanted to play with it, but it slipped into the +hole and she could see no more of it. The other little mouse was running +away as fast as it could, but Puss sprang at it and gave it a nip which +made it quiet enough. + +Puss soon became a good hand at killing mice, but her pride received a +severe check, for one day a large rat was running across the barn, and +Puss thinking it was a large mouse ran to seize it, but the rat turned +round and seized Puss by the nose and bit her severely so that she went +away to her mother, mewing very piteously with her face all swelled and +covered with blood. + +Puss durst not meddle with rats for a long time after this, but at +length she got stronger and would kill them and many other such vermin. +She had plenty of work, for there were many rats at the farm house. +While pursuing a large rat one day, she set her foot into a trap which +had been set to catch them, and though she was taken out very carefully +by the farmer's daughters who were swinging in an old tree at the bottom +of the orchard, it hurt her very much and she was lame for many weeks +after. + +[Illustration] + +Puss was now become a fine, healthy, good looking cat, and a smart +looking Tom Cat in the neighbourhood paid his court to Miss Puss, and +asked her by kind looks and gentle actions if she would become his wife. +Puss scolded and scratched for some time, but at length they made a +match of it, and in due time, Puss became a mother. She however, +notwithstanding all her skill in concealing them, was doomed to see her +small family torn from her, and share the same fate as her brothers and +sisters had experienced on former occasions. + +As Puss was rambling in the fields some time after her confinement, in +pursuit of some birds, a number of gentlemen were coursing for hares, +and when the dogs saw Puss, they immediately started after her. Puss ran +as fast as she could, but the dogs ran much faster than she, and were +just at her heels, when she reached a tree, and saved her life by +climbing up it. + +[Illustration] + +Puss was now safe from the dogs, and she remained in the tree for some +time before she durst come down again. On her return to the farm house, +three boys who had been to school, were playing in the fields. Each boy +had a large stick on his shoulder, and as soon as they saw Puss, they +ran after her. She again took refuge in a tree, but the boys threw +stones at her and hit her so hard, that she at length fell senseless to +the ground. One of the boys seized poor Puss; and they were going to +have some rare sport as they said, by fastening the cat on a board, and +then launching it on the pond, after which they would set the dogs at +her, and Puss could only keep them off by scratching their noses. +Everything was in readiness: Puss was bound upon the board, and they +were just going to sail it into the middle of the pond, when the +schoolmaster came past, and the boys were obliged, after receiving a +good flogging, to set poor Puss at liberty. + +[Illustration] + +Shortly after these adventures, a friend paid a visit to the farm house, +and being very much in want of a good cat, he took poor Puss with him to +York. Pussy's new mistress had a fine canary bird, which she was very +fond of. One day the canary had got through the wires of his cage, and +Puss seeing it perched on the table, could not resist the temptation; +but sprang at it and seized it in her claws. The poor canary was almost +eaten, when the master came into the room, and seeing what was done, he +took a whip, and would have killed poor Puss, but for little Mary, who +begged him to spare her life. + +Puss was a good mouser, and soon cleared the house of them. She soon got +acquainted with town life, such as climbing walls and houses, and +jumping from roof to roof, either in gossipping with her neighbours or +in search of prey. Once, while showing to some other cats how clever she +was in jumping about, she fell into the street, and would have been +killed, but for some fat sheep that were passing along the street at the +time, and Puss had the good luck to fall upon the back of one of them, +which had so much wool on it, as not at all to hurt her. + +[Illustration] + +The next adventure and misfortune of poor Puss, was, to examine the +contents of a pigeon cote in the neighbourhood. After climbing up a +great height, she contrived to leap down on the board, and got in among +the pigeons, where she made sad havoc among the young birds; but, the +master hearing a great noise, went up, and Puss escaped through the +door, or she would have paid the penalty with her life. Puss would no +doubt feel very miserable after this wholesale murder, which she had +committed among the pigeons, for she had killed about a dozen of them. +She had escaped many deaths, and as she was now getting old, she thought +it high time to reform. Cats have always had a bad character for +stealing, and too frequently have they merited it. + +The most degrading circumstance in the history of poor Puss, is the +following. Puss had jumped from the gateway into the street, where an +Italian was playing an organ, with a dressed up monkey by his side. The +monkey at once ran after Puss, and seizing her by the tail, bit off the +greatest part of it. This misfortune she took so to heart, that she +never afterwards rallied. She was seldom seen in the house. She became +asthmatical; and after lingering some time, she departed this life, to +the great grief of her numerous friends and relatives, among whom she +was highly respected. + + On earth short was her stay, + Her trials were severe; + But she has passed away, + And gone we know not where. + +[Illustration] + + _Gill, Printer, Easingwold._ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Life and Adventures of Poor Puss, by Lucy Gray + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23753.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23753.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0923981b006a1e7a227fcba795f542b2c7e80ee2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23753.txt @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Huub Bakker, Jason Isbell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + [Illustration: The Diverting History of John Gilpin + + Finely Illustrated] + + [Illustration] + + + + + THE + + DIVERTING HISTORY + + OF + + John Gilpin. + + BY WILLIAM COWPER + + Illustrated. + + + LONDON: WILLIAM TEGG. + + 1865. + + + + + LONDON: + + PRINTED BY W. CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS + + + [Illustration] + + + + + THE DIVERTING HISTORY + + OF + + JOHN GILPIN. + + + John Gilpin was a citizen + Of credit and renown, + A train-band captain eke was he + Of famous London town. + + John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, + Though wedded we have been + These twice ten tedious years, yet we + No holiday have seen. + + To-morrow is our wedding-day, + And we will then repair + Unto the Bell at Edmonton, + All in a chaise and pair. + + My sister and my sister's child, + Myself and children three, + Will fill the chaise; so you must ride + On horseback after we. + + He soon replied, I do admire + Of womankind but one, + And you are she, my dearest dear, + Therefore it shall be done. + + I am a linendraper bold, + As all the world doth know, + And my good friend the calender + Will lend his horse to go. + + Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said, + And for that wine is dear, + We will be furnish'd with our own, + Which is both bright and clear. + + John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife, + O'erjoy'd was he to find, + That, though on pleasure she was bent, + She had a frugal mind. + + The morning came, the chaise was brought + But yet was not allow'd + To drive up to the door, lest all + Should say that she was proud. + + So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, + Where they did all get in; + Six precious souls, and all agog + To dash through thick and thin. + + Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, + Were never folks so glad; + The stones did rattle underneath, + As if Cheapside were mad. + + [Illustration] + + John Gilpin at his horse's side + Seized last the flowing mane, + And up he got in haste to ride, + But soon came down again; + + For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, + His journey to begin, + When, turning round his head, he saw + Three customers come in. + + So down he came; for loss of time, + Although it grieved him sore, + Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, + Would trouble him much more. + + 'Twas long before the customers + Were suited to their mind, + When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, + "The wine is left behind!" + + Good lack! quoth he, yet bring it me, + My leathern belt likewise, + In which I bear my trusty sword, + When I do exercise. + + Now Mrs. Gilpin (careful soul!) + Had two stone bottles found, + To hold the liquor that she loved, + And keep it safe and sound. + + Each bottle had a curling ear, + Through which the belt he drew, + And hung a bottle on each side, + To make his balance true. + + Then, over all, that he might be + Equipp'd from top to toe, + His long red cloak well brush'd and neat, + He manfully did throw. + + Now see him mounted once again + Upon his nimble steed, + Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, + With caution and good heed. + + But finding soon another road + Beneath his well-shod feet, + The snorting boast began to trot, + Which gall'd him in his seat. + + So! fair and softly! John he cried, + But John he cried in vain; + That trot became a gallop soon, + In spite of curb and rein. + + So stooping down, as needs he must + Who cannot sit upright, + He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, + And eke with all his might. + + His horse, who never in that sort + Had handled been before, + What thing upon his back had got + Did wonder more and more. + + Away went Gilpin, neck or nought! + Away went hat and wig; + He little dreamt, when he set out, + Of running such a rig. + + [Illustration] + + The wind did blow, the cloak did fly + Like streamer long and gay; + Till loop and button failing both, + At last it flew away. + + Then might all people well discern + The bottles he had slung; + A bottle swinging at each side, + As has been said or sung. + + The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, + Up flew the windows all; + And every soul cried out, Well done! + As loud as he could bawl. + + Away went Gilpin--who but he? + His fame soon spread around: + He carries weight! he rides a race! + 'Tis for a thousand pound! + + And still, as fast as he drew near, + 'Twas wonderful to view, + How in a trice the turnpike-men + Their gates wide open threw. + + And now as he went bowing down + His reeking head full low, + The bottles twain behind his back + Were shattered at a blow. + + Down ran the wine into the road, + Most piteous to be seen, + Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, + As they had basted been. + + But still he seem'd to carry weight, + With leathern girdle braced: + For all might see the bottle necks + Still dangling at his waist. + + Thus all through merry Islington + These gambols he did play, + Until he came unto the Wash + Of Edmonton so gay; + + And there he threw the wash about + On both sides of the way, + Just like unto a trundling mop + Or a wild goose at play. + + At Edmonton his loving wife + From the balcony spied + Her tender husband, wondering much + To see how he did ride. + + Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here's the house-- + They all at once did cry; + The dinner waits, and we are tired: + Said Gilpin--So am I! + + But yet his horse was not a whit + Inclined to tarry there; + For why?--his owner had a house + Full ten miles off, at Ware. + + So like an arrow swift he flew, + Shot by an archer strong; + So did he fly--which brings me to + The middle of my song. + + [Illustration] + + Away went Gilpin out of breath, + And sore against his will, + Till at his friend the calender's + His horse at last stood still. + + The calender, amazed to see + His neighbour in such trim, + Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, + And thus accosted him: + + What news? what news? your tidings tell; + Tell me you must and shall-- + Say why bareheaded you are come, + Or why you come at all? + + Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, + And loved a timely joke; + And thus unto the calender + In merry guise he spoke: + + I came because your horse would come; + And, if I well forebode, + My hat and wig will soon be here, + They are upon the road. + + The calender, right glad to find + His friend in merry pin, + Return'd him not a single word, + But to the house went in; + + Thence straight he came with hat and wig, + A wig that flow'd behind, + A hat not much the worse for wear, + Each comely in its kind. + + He held them up, and in his turn + Thus show'd his ready wit: + My head is twice as big as yours, + They therefore needs must fit. + + But let me scrape the dirt away + That hangs upon your face; + And stop and eat, for well you may + Be in a hungry case. + + Said John--It is my wedding-day, + And all the world would stare, + If wife should dine at Edmonton, + And I should dine at Ware. + + So turning to his horse, he said, + I am in haste to dine; + 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, + You shall go back for mine. + + Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast! + For which he paid full dear; + For while he spake, a braying ass + Did sing most loud and clear. + + Whereat his horse did snort, as he + Had heard a lion roar, + And gallop'd off with all his might + As he had done before. + + Away went Gilpin, and away + Went Gilpin's hat and wig; + He lost them sooner than at first; + For why?--they were too big. + + [Illustration] + + Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw + Her husband posting down + Into the country far away, + She pull'd out half-a-crown; + + And thus unto the youth she said, + That drove them to the Bell, + This shall be yours when you bring back + My husband safe and well. + + The youth did ride, and soon did meet + John coming back amain; + Whom in a trice he tried to stop, + By catching at his rein; + + But not performing what he meant, + And gladly would have done, + The frighted steed he frighted more, + And made him faster run. + + Away went Gilpin, and away + Went post-boy at his heels. + The post-boy's horse right glad to miss + The lumbering of the wheels. + + Six gentlemen upon the road, + Thus seeing Gilpin fly, + With post-boy scampering in the rear, + They raised the hue and cry:-- + + Stop thief! stop thief!--a highwayman! + Not one of them was mute; + And all and each that pass'd that way + Did join in the pursuit. + + And now the turnpike gates again + Flew open in short space; + The toll-men thinking, as before, + That Gilpin rode a race. + + And so he did, and won it too, + For he got first to town; + Nor stopp'd till where he had got up + He did again get down. + + Now let us sing, long live the king! + And Gilpin, long live he; + And when he next doth ride abroad, + May I be there to see! + + + + LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, + STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS + + [Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23792.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23792.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6eda57c432fd6ad9e70e0b268be43d171c084870 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23792.txt @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Geetu Melwani and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +The Rubaiyat of Bridge + +by + +CAROLYN WELLS + + +WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY +MAY WILSON PRESTON + + +[Illustration: ALL'S LOST SAVE HONOURS] + +HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS + +NEW YORK AND LONDON :: MCMIX + +Copyright, 1909, by HARPER & BROTHERS. + + * * * * * + +_All rights reserved._ + +Published April, 1909. + +_Printed in the United States of America._ + + + + +The Rubaiyat of BRIDGE + +[Illustration: ALL'S LOST SAVE HONORS] + + + + +Now the new Rubber rousing new Desires, +The Thoughtful Soul to Doubling Hearts aspires. +=When the Red Hand of Dummy is laid down, +And even Hope of the Odd Trick expires! + +[Illustration] + +Ah, make the Most of what We yet may Take, +Before we lose the Lead, and let Them make +=Trick after Trick! While we throw down High Cards, +Sans Lead, sans Score, sans Honor, and sans Stake! + +[Illustration] + +A Book of Bridge Rules underneath the Bough, +A Score Card, Two new Packs of Cards, and Thou +=With Two Good Players sitting opposite, +Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! + +[Illustration] + +The Card no Question makes of ayes or noes, +But High or Low, as suits the Player shows; +=But he who Stands Beside you, Looking On,-- +He knows about it all! He Knows!! **He Knows!!!** + +[Illustration] + +I sometimes think there's never such Tirade +As where some Bridge Game has been badly Played. +=When Some One thinks you should have made no Trump, +And you have thriftily declared a Spade! + +[Illustration] + +Myself, when Young, did eagerly Frequent +Bridge Tournaments, and heard Great Argument +=About this Point and That. Yet, after all, +Came out no Better Player than I went. + +[Illustration] + +For I remember stopping by the Way +To watch Four Celebrated Champions play. +=They Differed on the Discard, Make, and Lead. +Whatever One Said,--Said The Others, "Nay!" + +[Illustration] + +Why, if a Soul can fling the Rules aside, +And let his Card=Sense be his Only Guide, +=Were't not a Shame, were't not a Shame for him +By Street and Elwell tamely to abide? + +[Illustration] + +And if the Card you hopefully Finesse +Capture the Trick,--your Partner Smiles! Oh yes! +=And you smile Broadly! But, if it be Caught +By the Fourth Hand,--your Smiles are somewhat Less! + +[Illustration] + +But if in Vain down on the Stubborn Score +You gaze; and make it No Trumps, just once more,-- +=With Strength in Every Suit, but with No Ace,-- +How then,--when Dummy calmly Lays down Four! + +[Illustration] + +To Them the Heart Convention did I show, +And with Mine Own Hand tried to make it go. +=But this is all the Wisdom that I reaped,-- +"With more than Three Hearts, always lead the Low!" + +[Illustration] + +For, Trump or No=Trump, though with all the Rules, +Of different Masters and of different Schools, +=I've played with Players of all Sorts,--but I +Have never beaten anything,--but Fools! + +[Illustration] + +Indeed, indeed--to Quit It oft Before +I swore,--but did I mean it when I swore? +=And then,--and then came Three, and, Cards in Hand, +I Joined them, and they made me keep the Score! + +[Illustration] + +Alas, how Subtle Bridge alluring Woos! +And robs me of my Nightly Beauty=Snooze. +=I often Wonder what Bridge Players gain +One=half so Precious as the Sleep they Lose. + +[Illustration] + +Oh, Threats of Loss, and Hopes of Golden Store, +One thing in Bridge is Certain,--'tis not Lore! +=One thing is Certain, and the Rest is Chance: +The Hand that holds the Cards will win the Score! + +[Illustration] + +Some for the Gain of Penny Points, and Some +Sigh for the Lovely Prizes yet to come. +=Oh, take the Prize and let the Pennies go, +Nor heed the winning of a Paltry Sum. + +[Illustration] + +When You and I our Last Bridge Game have played, +The Games will go right on by Those who've Stayed, +=Who of Our Coming and Departure heed +As the Heart Ace should heed a little Spade. + +[Illustration] + +We are no other than a Moving Row +Of Magic Dummy Hands that Come and Go. +=Played to the Last Trump by the Hand of Fate, +By whom our Hearts are Shuffled To and Fro. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The End. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23866.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23866.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a8ff640c7203802c0b2d5c5329699063e606eee --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23866.txt @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Suzan Flanagan and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE + +Minor punctuation and capitalization corrections have been made; +the word "eat" appears in the original (versus ate). + + + + + THE + HOUSE + THAT + JACK BUILT; + + A Game of forfeits. + + To which is added, + The Entertaining Fable + OF + + "THE MAGPIE." + + _Embellished with Engravings._ + + LONDON: + + Printed and Sold by, + + E. MARSHALL, + 140, Fleet Street. + From Aldermary Church-yard. + + PRICE, 1S. + + + + +[Illustration: This is the House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack +built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the +House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the +Malt, that lay in the House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Dog, that worried the Cat, that killed +the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack +built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed +the Dog, that worried the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the +Malt, that lay in the House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Maiden, all forlorn, that milked the Cow +with the crumpled horn, that tossed the Dog, that worried the Cat, +that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that +Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Man all tattered and torn, that kissed +the Maiden all forlorn, who milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, +that tossed the Dog, that worried the Cat, that killed the Rat, +that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Priest all shaven and shorn, who married +the Man all tattered and torn, unto the Maiden all forlorn, who +milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, that tossed the Dog, that +worried the Cat, that killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay +in the House that Jack built.] + +[Illustration: This is the Cock that crowed in the morn, that waked +the Priest all shaven and shorn, that married the Man all tattered +and torn, unto the Maiden all forlorn, who milked the Cow with +the crumpled horn, that tossed the Dog, that worried the Cat, that +killed the Rat, that eat the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack +built.] + + + + +THE MAGPIE + +_A Fable._ + + +The Magpie alone, of all the birds, had the art of building a nest; +the form of which was with a covering over head, and only a small +hole to creep out at. + +The rest of the birds being without houses, desired the pie to +teach them how to build one. A day is appointed, and they all meet. +The Magpie then says, "You must first lay two sticks across, +thus."--"Aye," says the Crow, "I thought that was the way to +begin."--"Then lay a little straw, moss, and feathers, in such a +manner as this."--"Aye, without doubt," says the Starling, "that +necessarily follows; any one could tell how to do that." + +When the Pie had gone on teaching them till the nest was built half +way, and every bird in his turn had known something or other, he +left off and said, "Gentlemen, I find you all know the method of +building nests as well, if not better, than I do myself, therefore +you cannot want any of my instruction:" So saying, he flew away, +and left them to upbraid each other with their folly; which is +visible to this day, as few birds beside the Magpie know how to +build more than half a nest. + +FINIS. + +[Illustration] + +THE MAGPIE, + +_A Fable._ + +_Printed & Sold by John Marshall, 140 Fleet Street London._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23880.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23880.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..abebc3b88ba681f27fbf75c6a84a24aabc27bd9e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23880.txt @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Robin Monks, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +A New Name for the Mexican Red Bat + + + +By + +E. RAYMOND HALL + + + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History +Volume 5, No. 14, pp. 223-226 +December 15, 1951 + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1951 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Edward H. Taylor, Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 14, pp. 223-226 +December 15, 1951 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS + +1951 + +24-1360 + + + + +A New Name for the Mexican Red Bat + +By + +E. RAYMOND HALL + + +When Gerrit S. Miller, Jr., published his "Revision of the North American +Bats of the Family Vespertilionidae" (N. Amer. Fauna, 13:1-140, 3 pls., +39 figs. in text, October 16, 1897), the red bat, _Lasiurus borealis_, +was known from the southern half of Mexico but he did not know that the +hoary bat, _Lasiurus cinereus_, also occurred there. Therefore, the +name _A[talapha]. mexicana_ Saussure (Revue et magasin de zoologie, 13 +(ser. 2): 97, March, 1861) that clearly pertained to a lasiurine bat, +almost certainly from southern Mexico, was applied by Miller (_op. +cit._: 111) to the red bat as a subspecific name. Subsequently, the +hoary bat, _Lasiurus cinereus cinereus_ (Beauvois 1796), was shown to +occur in southern Mexico. For example, an adult male _L. c. cinereus_ +was obtained on May 6, 1945, by W. H. Burt from the Barranca Seca in +the State of Michoacan (see Hall and Villa, Univ. Kansas Publ., Mus. +Nat. Hist., 1:445, December 27, 1949). Because two, instead of only +one, species of _Lasiurus_ are now known to occur in the general part +of Mexico visited by Saussure, it has seemed desirable to re-examine +the application of the name _A[talapha]. mexicana_ Saussure which that +naturalist proposed along with a description as follows: + +Long inrolled tail; femoral patagium as in the vespertilios. Teeth 4/2, +1/1, 4/5 or 5/5. + +_A. mexicana_ Valida. Molar teeth 4/5. Head and throat with a tendency +toward fulvous, mouth and chin dark. Ears small and rounded, black, +exterior at the base dark and hairy, interior with the anterior margin +and an area in the middle yellow-haired. Back chestnut, above [hairs +apically] grayish, below [hairs lower down] reddish, everywhere marbled +with white. Tibiae, feet and the femoral patagium reddish marbled with +white. Venter dusky-gray, with hairs at the apex and on the breast +whitish, on the abdomen with tendency toward fulvous. White spot on +humerus. Wings black; underneath the arm and the superior half of the +wing yellow-haired. Above [on the upper side] with three whitish spots +on the base of the thumb and fifth finger situated in the angle of the +elbow.--Forearm length 53 mm. [Above is translation from the Latin +original.] + +As may be readily seen by comparing specimens of _L. borealis_ and _L. +cinereus_ from Mexico (or also from any place in North America north +of Mexico), the description by Saussure applies to the hoary bat +(_Lasiurus cinereus_) and not to the red bat (_Lasiurus borealis_). + +Accordingly, the name _A[talapha]. mexicana_ Saussure 1861 falls as a +synonym of _Lasiurus cinereus cinereus_ (Beauvois 1796); if the hoary +bat of the southern end of the Mexican table land should prove to be +subspecifically separable, the name _Lasiurus cinereus mexicanus_ would +be available for it. + +The Mexican red bat, thus, is left without a name, and for it I propose + +Lasiurus borealis ornatus new subspecies + +_Type._--Skin (8492 U.S. Nat. Mus.), and corresponding skull (37578 +U.S. Nat. Mus.), sex not recorded on the label; Penuela, Veracruz; +20 February 1866; obtained by F. Sumichrast. + +_Range._--Approximately the southern two-fifths of Mexico; exact limits +of range unknown. + +_Diagnosis._--Resembles _Lasiurus borealis teliotis_ (H. Allen) but +feet, interfemoral membrane, and under side of wings much less hairy. + +_Comparisons._--From _L. b. teliotis_, which occurs to the northwest, +_L. b. ornatus_ differs in the restricted peripheral distribution of +the fur (see Miller, N. Amer. Fauna, 13:112, October 16, 1897). From +_Lasiurus borealis frantzii_ (Peters), which occurs to the southward, +_L. b. ornatus_ differs in longer forearm (41 _versus_ 37); upper parts +lighter rufescent or chestnut, the back being only lightly overlaid +with this color; underparts washed with lighter buff, the basal tone +plumbeous, instead of blackish; skull larger (see Goldman, Proc. Biol. +Soc. Washington, 45:148, September 9, 1932). + +_Transmitted October 20, 1951._ + + +24-1360 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23888.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23888.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ccefb85cab93db5058eb222a14247bff4702f6cd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg23888.txt @@ -0,0 +1,305 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Julia Miller, David Wilson, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) from page +images generously made available by Internet Archive/American Libraries +(http://www.archive.org/details/americana) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 23888-h.htm or 23888-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/8/8/23888/23888-h/23888-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/3/8/8/23888/23888-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/elephantsballgra00wbmuiala + + + + + +THE ELEPHANT's BALL, AND GRAND FETE CHAMPETRE + + +_Frontispiece._ + +[Illustration: _"Shall those impudent tribes of the air." p. 4._] + +_London: Pub. Dec. 5. 1807 by J. Harris corner St. Paul's Church Yd._ + + + + + THE + + ELEPHANT's BALL, + + AND + + _Grand Fete Champetre_. + + Intended as a Companion to those much admired Pieces, + + _The BUTTERFLY's BALL_, + + AND + + The PEACOCK "At HOME." + + ILLUSTRATED WITH ELEGANT ENGRAVINGS. + + By W. B. + + + + + + LONDON: + + PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBERY, AT THE + ORIGINAL JUVENILE LIBRARY THE CORNER OF + ST. PAUL'S CHURCH-YARD. + + 1807. + + + + +_H. Bryer, Printer, Bridge Street, Blackfriars._ + + + + + THE [p 3] + ELEPHANT's BALL, + AND + _Grand Fete Champetre_. + _&c. &c._ + + + The insects and birds, with the balls and their feasts + Caus'd much conversation among all the beasts: + The Elephant, famous for sense as for size, + At such entertainments express'd much surprise; + Says he, "shall these impudent tribes of the air, [p 4] + To break our soft slumbers thus wantonly dare? + Shall these petty creatures, us beasts far below, + Exceed us in consequence, fashion, and show? + Forbid it, true dignity, honour and pride!-- + A grand rural fete I will shortly provide, + That for pomp, taste, and splendor, shall far leave behind, + All former attempts of a similar kind." + The Buffalo, Bison, Elk, Antelope, Pard, + All heard what he spoke, with due marks of regard. + +[Illustration: _"Here first came the Lion so gallant & strong." p. 5._] + + A number of messengers quickly he sent [p 5] + To the beasts, far and near, to make known his intent. + The place he design'd for the scene of his plan, + Was a valley remote from the dwellings of man: + Well guarded with mountains, embellished with trees, + And furnish'd with rivers, that flow'd to the seas. + Here first came the Lion so gallant and strong, + Well known by his main that is shaggy and long; + The Jackall, his slave, follow'd close in his rear, + Resolv'd the good things with his master to share. + The Leopard came next--a gay sight to the eye, [p 6] + --With his coat spotted over--like stars in the sky-- + The Tiger his system of slaughter declin'd, + At once, a good supper and pleasure to find. + The bulky Rhinoceros, came with his bride; + Well arm'd with his horn, and his coat of mail hide. + Then came the Hyena, whose cries authors say, } + Oft lead the fond traveller out of his way, } + Whom quickly he seizes and renders his prey. } + The Wolf hasten'd hither, that Ruffian so bold, + Who kills the poor sheep, when they stray from the fold. + +[Illustration: _"The Sloth when Invited got up with much pain." p. 7._] + + The Bear having slept the long winter away, [p 7] + Arriv'd, from the north, to be merry and gay. + The Panther ferocious--the Lynx of quick sight, + The Preacher[1] and Glutton[1] came hither that night. + The Camel, so often with burthens opprest, + Was glad for a while from his labour to rest. + The Sloth, when invited, got up with much pain, + Just groan'd out, "Ah, No!" and then laid down again. + The Fox, near the hen-roost, no longer kept watch, + But hied to the feast, better viands to catch. + The Monkey, so cunning, and full of his sport, [p 8] + To show _All his Talents_ came to this resort. + The Dog and Grimalkin[2] from service releas'd, + Expected good snacks, at the end of the feast: + The first at the gate, as a centinel stood; + The last kept the Rats and the Mice from the food. + The crowd of strange quadrupeds seen at the ball, + 'Twere tedious and needless to mention them all; + To shorten the story, suffice it to say + Some scores, nay some hundreds, attended that day.-- + +[Illustration: _"The Dog at the gate as a centinel stood." p. 8._] + + But most of the tame and domestical kind, [p 9] + For fear of some stratagem, tarried behind. + Due caution is prudent! but laws had been made-- + No Beast, on that night, should another invade. + Before we go farther, 'tis proper to state, + Each female was asked to attend with her mate: + Of these, many came to this fete of renown, + But some were prevented by causes well known. + Now Sol had retir'd to the ocean to sleep: + The Guests had arriv'd their gay vigils to keep-- + Their hall was a lawn, of sufficient extent. + Well skirted with trees, the rude winds to prevent: + The thick-woven branches deep curtains display'd; [p 10] + And heaven's high arch a grand canopy made. + Some thousands of lamps, fix'd to poplars were seen, + That shone most resplendent, red, yellow, and green. + When forms, introductions, and such were gone through, + 'Twas quickly resolv'd the gay dance to pursue; + The musical band, on a terrace appearing, + Perform'd many tunes that enchanted the hearing; + The Ape, on the haut-boy much science display'd-- + The Monkey the fiddle delightfully play'd-- + The Orang Outang touch'd the harp with great skill, } + The Ass beat the drum, with effect and good will, } + And the Squirrel kept ringing his merry bells still. } + +[Illustration: _"The Monkey the fiddle delightfully play'd." p. 10._] + +[Illustration: _"The Elephant stately majestic & tall." p. 11._] + + The Elephant, stately, majestic and tall, [p 11] + With Cousin Rhinoceros open'd the ball-- + With dignified mien the two partners advanc'd, + And the _De la Cour_ minuet gracefully danc'd. + The Lion and Unicorn, beasts of great fame, + With much admiration, accomplish'd the same. + The Tiger and Leopard, an active young pair, + Perform'd a brisk jig, with an excellent air. + Next Bruin[3] stood up with a good natur'd smile, } + And caper'd a horn-pipe, in singular style, } + With a staff in his paws, and erect all the while. } + The Fox, Wolf, and Panther, their humours to please, [p 12] + Danc'd three-handed reels with much spirit and ease. + A few tried cotillions, and such like French fancies, + But most of them join'd in John Bull's country dances. + Some beasts were not us'd to these violent motions, + And some were too old or too grave in their notions; + Of these a great many diverted their hours + With whist, lue, backgammon, quadrille or all-fours. + Much time being spent in these pleasing diversions, + A motion was made to remit their exertions: + For supper was waiting; which, on this occasion, + Was manag'd with skill, and exact regulation. + +[Illustration: _"Next Bruin stood up with a good natur'd smile." p. 11._] + + The bosom of earth a firm table supply'd-- [p 13] + The cloth was green grass, with gay flow'rets bedy'd; + The various utensils by nature were cast, + And suited completely this antique repast. + The generous host had provided great plenty, + To suit various palates, of every dainty. + Some scores of fat oxen were roasted entire, + For those whose keen stomachs plain beef might require. + Profusion of veal, nice lamb, and good mutton, + To tickle the taste of each more refin'd glutton-- + Abundance of fish, game and poultry, for those + Whose epicure palates such niceties chose. + Ripe fruits and rich sweet meats were serv'd, in great store, [p 14] + Of which much remain'd when the banquet was o'er; + For, as to mild foods of the vegetive kind, + Few guests at the table to these were inclin'd; + Rare hap for such persons as travell'd that way, + By chance or design, on the following day. + On wine and strong spirits few chose to regale, + As most were accustom'd to Adam's old ale. + When supper was ended, and each happy guest + Had freely partaken of what he lov'd best; + Of toasts and of sentiments various were giv'n; + As "Health to our Host, and the Land that we live in." + +[Illustration: _"Rule, Britannia, the Lion sung. &c." p. 15._] + + The former was drank with huzzas, three-times-three, [p 15] + Which echo repeated with rapturous glee. + Now mirth and good humour pervaded the throng, + And each was requested to furnish a song, + Which many comply'd with; but such as deny'd, + Some whimsical laughable story supply'd. + The Lion, "Britannia Rule," sung mighty well: + The Tiger, "in English Roast Beef," did excel. + While others made all the wide valley to ring, + With "Nile's Glorious Battle," and "God Save the King." + In such good amusements the evening they past, [p 16] + Till Aurora appear'd to the eastward at last: + When back to their homes, they return'd one and all, + Well pleas'd with the sports at the Elephant's Ball. + +W. 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See + http://www.archive.org/details/bucklemyshoepict00cran + + + + + +THE BUCKLE MY SHOE PICTURE BOOK + +Containing: + +ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE +A GAPING-WIDE-MOUTH-WADDLING-FROG +MY MOTHER. + +With the original coloured pictures +and a preface & new designs by +WALTER CRANE + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + +London: +John Lane +The Bodley Head + +New York: +John Lane Company + + + +CONTENTS + + PREFACE + + ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE + + A GAPING-WIDE-MOUTH-WADDLING FROG + + MY MOTHER + + + +[Illustration] + +PREFACE + + +Well, I must buckle to, and put a good face (pre-face) on the matter as +I have to introduce the latest addition to the already considerable +family of Crane-reprints. + +Here we have those delightful rigmaroles "ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE" and +"A GAPING-WIDE-Mouth-WADDLING-FROG": but what, it may be asked is "MY +MOTHER" doing in such company? I shrewdly suspect, if we knew the truth, +that she is really the author of both. It is probable, however, that +both legends have been transmitted through a long line of mothers, +assisted perhaps, by nurses, but I had them direct from my Mother. + +A pleasing romance of domestic incident runs through "One, Two, Buckle +my shoe", while the "Waddling Frog" shows a rich and sumptuous +imagination, if a little inconsequent, except numerically; but if he +sets us agape with astonishment, his own "Wide-Mouth" seems capacious +enough to swallow all the marvels by land or sea which he enumerates. + +These two are quite early Cranes--almost pre-historic (please notice, +however, the up-to-date additions): "My Mother" is mid-Victorian--just +after crinolines had gone out--but mothers are always in fashion, bless +them,--and you also, dear children, whether of the old or the new world, +who, having chosen your parents wisely, have become possessors of this +book, may your shoes never want buckling, and if by any mischance you +should lose one, may Good Luck always find a spare one for you, and so +set you on your feet again. + +Walter Crane + +[Illustration] + +Kensington, June 1910. + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: 1, 2. 3, 4.] + + One Two, +Buckle my shoe. + + Three, Four, +Open the door. + +[Illustration: 5, 6. 7, 8.] + + Five, Six, +Pick up sticks. + + Seven, Eight, +Lay them straight. + +[Illustration: 9, 10.] + + Nine, Ten, +A good fat Hen. + +[Illustration: 11, 12.] + +Eleven, Twelve, +Ring the Bell. + +[Illustration: 13, 14.] + +Thirteen, Fourteen, +Maids are courting. + +[Illustration: 15, 16.] + + Fifteen, Sixteen, +Maids in the Kitchen. + +[Illustration: 17, 18.] + +Seventeen, Eighteen, + Maids in waiting. + +[Illustration: 19, 20.] + +Nineteen, Twenty, +My plate is empty. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +A gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog, +Two puddings' ends would choke a dog, +Or a gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Three monkeys tied to a log, +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Four puppies with our dog Ball, +Who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Five beetles against the wall, +Close to an old woman's apple-stall. +Four puppies with our dog Ball, +Who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Six Joiners in Joiners' Hall, +Working with their tools and all. +Five beetles against the wall, +Close to an old woman's apple-stall. +Four puppies with our dog Ball, +Who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Seven lobsters in a dish, +As fresh as any heart could wish. +Six joiners in Joiners' Hall, +Working with their tools and all. +Five beetles against the wall, +Close to an old woman's apple-stall. +Four puppies with our dog Ball, +Who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Eight peacocks in the air, +I wonder how they all got there? +You don't know, and I don't care. +Seven lobsters in a dish, as fresh as any heart could wish. +Six joiners in Joiners' Hall, working with their tools and all. +Five beetles against the wall, close to an old woman's apple-stall. +Four puppies with our dog Ball, who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +Nine ships sailing on the main, +Some bound for France, and some for Spain; +I wish them all safe back again. +Eight peacocks in the air, +I wonder how they all got there? +You don't know, and I don't care. +Seven lobsters in a dish, +As fresh as any heart could wish. +Six joiners in Joiners' Hall, +Working with their tools and all. +Five beetles against the wall, +Close to an old woman's apple-stall. +Four puppies with our dog Ball, +Who daily for their breakfast call. +Three monkeys tied to a log. +Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog, +Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +MY MOTHER. + +Who fed me from her gentle breast, +And hush'd me in her arms to rest, +And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? + My Mother. + +When sleep forsook my open eye, +Who was it sung sweet hushaby, +And rock'd me that I should not cry? + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +Who sat and watched my infant head, +When sleeping in my cradle bed, +And tears of sweet affection shed? + My Mother. + +When pain and sickness made me cry, +Who gazed upon my heavy eye, +And wept for fear that I should die? + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +Who dress'd my doll in clothes so gay, +And taught me pretty how to play. +And minded all I had to say? + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +Who taught my infant lips to pray, +And love GOD's holy book and day. +And walk in Wisdom's pleasant way? + My Mother. + +And can I ever cease to be +Affectionate and kind to thee, +Who was so very kind to me, + My Mother? + +Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear; +And if GOD please my life to spare, +I hope I shall reward thy care, + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +Who ran to help me when I fell, +And would some pretty story tell, +Or kiss the place to make it well? + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +When thou art feeble, old, and gray, +My healthy arm shall be thy stay, +And I will soothe thy pains away. + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +And when I see thee hang thy head, +'Twill be my turn to watch _thy_ bed. +And tears of sweet affection shed, + My Mother. + +For GOD, who lives above the skies, +Would look with vengeance in His eyes, +If I should ever dare despise + My Mother. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + * * * * * + + + +Transcriber's notes: + + The Table of Contents was added. + + In "A Gaping-Wide-Mouth-Waddling Frog", the original text has + variations between verses in the position of the apostrophe in + "Joiners" and "Puddings". These have been made consistent. + + In "A Gaping-Wide-Mouth-Waddling Frog", the variations in wording + and punctuation of the first line of each verse are preserved + from the original. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24012.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24012.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e9e23480008990651dd1ddde4d54024bad2c953e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24012.txt @@ -0,0 +1,446 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Anne Storer and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + The Peter + Pan + ALPHABET + + By + Oliver + Herford. + + + + + THE PETER PAN + ALPHABET + + + + + BOOKS BY OLIVER HERFORD + WITH PICTURES BY THE AUTHOR + PUBLISHED BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + ==================================== + +THE BASHFUL EARTHQUAKE $1.25 +A CHILD'S PRIMER OF NATURAL HISTORY 1.25 +OVERHEARD IN A GARDEN 1.25 +MORE ANIMALS _net,_ 1.00 +THE RUBAIYAT OF A PERSIAN KITTEN _net,_ 1.00 +THE FAIRY GODMOTHER-IN-LAW _net,_ 1.00 +A LITTLE BOOK OF BORES _net,_ 1.00 +THE PETER PAN ALPHABET _net,_ 1.00 + + + + + THE PETER PAN + ALPHABET + + _By_ + OLIVER HERFORD + + [Illustration] + + _New York_ + CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + 1907 + + + + + COPYRIGHT 1907 + BY OLIVER HERFORD + PUBLISHED JANUARY 1907 + + + + +[Illustration: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z] + + A ROUND ROBIN + TO + J. M. BARRIE + +From His Humble and Devoted Servants + THE ALPHABET + + +The Lord forgive if we transgress +Thus to familiarly address + One of our betters. +But Jamie, do you no recall +The slate whereon you learned to scrawl + Your Humble Letters? + +Well we remember how you drew +Our shapely features all askew, + Unflattering really. +You made A lame and B too fat +And C too curly--what of that! + We loved you dearly. + +From that first day we owned your spell, +And just because you used us well + We served you blindly. +Why, even when you put us through +A fearsome Scottish Reel, we knew + You meant it kindly. + +Jamie, 'tis said Grand Tales there be +Still biding in the A B C-- + If this be true, +Quick Jamie! Cast your golden net. +Maybe we have the grandest yet + In store for you. + + + + +[Illustration: A] + +_A is for Adams_ + + +So A is for Adams, Oh! fortunate A +Luck certainly seems to be coming your way. +In the Days of my Infancy, A I recall +Stood for Ant or for Apple or anything small. +Now A stands for Adams, Maude Adams, Hurray! +I always _said_ A would be Famous some day. + + + + +[Illustration: B] + +_B stands for the Boys_ + + +B's for the Boys, all as Busy as Bees +They are building a Little House under the Trees +With funny red walls and mossy green roof +Where Wendy may live from danger aloof. + + + + +[Illustration: C] + +_C is the Crocodile_ + + +C is the Crocodile Creepy who ate +The right hand of Hook and covets its mate +He makes a loud ticking wherever he goes +For he swallowed a Clock (To kill time I suppose). + + + + +[Illustration: D] + +_D is for DoodleDoo_ + + +D is the Dire and Dread DoodleDoo +With which Peter Daunted the Pirate crew, +And demolished a foolish old Proverb for good +By crowing before he was out of the wood. + + + + +[Illustration: E] + +_E is the Exit_ + + +E is the Exit the three children made +With Peter and Tinker for guides, Who's afraid? +They sailed through the window as calm as could be +Like three little Cherubim out for a Spree. + + + + +[Illustration: F] + +_F is the Fight_ + + +F is the Fight, Peter Fought unafraid +And F is his Falchion (Poetic for Blade) +And F's the Fine Feeling all Fearless Boys Feel +When they give a Fierce Pirate a taste of Cold Steel. + + + + +[Illustration: G] + +_G is Old Glory_ + + +G is Old Glory--that Peter upreared, +When Hook in the Crocodile's smile disappeared, +And the Decks were still wet with the terrible stains +Of _Invisible Gore_ from the Pirate's veins. + + + + +[Illustration: H] + +_H stands for Hook_ + + +I'm sorry for H, tho' I don't call Hook mean +For wanting to Blow Up his own Magazine. +I've known a Good Author blow up, in a Huff, +A Magazine just for not printing his Stuff. + + + + +[Illustration: I] + +_I's for the Indian Girl_ + + +Peter Pan was too coy for the Indian Miss; +She sighed for his scalp--all she got was a kiss. + + + + +[Illustration: J] + +_J is for John_ + + +J is for John (No, he hasn't a Pain; +He is Red-Handed Jack of the Pirate Main). + + + + +[Illustration: K] + +_K stands for a Kiss_ + + +K stands for a Kiss? Oh, stern featured K! +Who would have suspected--_You'd_ leanings that way! +Peter called _his_ a Thimble--(_I_ think it sounds tame +To call Kisses Thimbles--but what's in a Name!) + + + + +[Illustration: L] + +_L is the Lion_ + + +L is the Lion who lashed his Fierce Tail, +And did Peter Tremble? did Peter turn Pale? +Not Much! 'Twas the Lion who moved to adjourn, +He couldn't turn Tail, Peter left none to Turn. + + + + +[Illustration: M] + +_M is for Michael_ + + +M is for Michael--ssssh!--whisper it low! +In Pirate Circles he's called Blackbeard Joe! + + + + +[Illustration: N] + +_N is for Napoleon and Nana_ + + +N is Napoleon--Mystic--Profound +And N is for Nana the Noble Nurse Hound-- +Two wonderful natures--each great in his way, +One's dead and the other is "Having his Day." + + + + +[Illustration: O] + +_O's for Odds-fish!!_ + + +O's for Odds-fish--the Pirate's Oath. +To print such a word, Gentle Reader, I'm loth. +And should _You_ be guilty of language so low, +I should have to stop calling you "Gentle," you know. + + + + +[Illustration: P] + +_P is for Peter_ + + +P is for Peter, and so are we all, +May he ever keep young and his Shadow stay Small. +Yet I think 'tis a pity the White House is Bann'd. +As President, Peter would simply be Grand! + + + + +[Illustration: Q] + +_Q is the Quiver_ + + +Q is the Quiver from which Tootles drew +The Arrow that nearly pierced poor Wendy through. +'Twas Peter's _Kiss Button_ that stopped it--Ah me! +If Kisses _were_ Buttons--how _safe_ they would be! + + + + +[Illustration: R] + +_R's for the Redskins_ + + +R's for the Redskins, who Guarded the Cave. +What a Treat to see "Injuns" sit up and Behave! + + + + +[Illustration: S] + +_S is the Shadow_ + + +S is the Shadow--tho' not of much use, +You'd surely be Sorry if _Yours_ Should get loose. +So See to your Shadow--be sure it's on tight, +When Peter lost _his_ he was in a sad plight. + + + + +[Illustration: T] + +_T is for Tinker Bell_ + + +Poor Tinker Bell's dying, Quick! say you Believe +In Fairies, that Tinker New Life may receive. + + + + +[Illustration: U] + +_U is the Underground Home_ + + +U's the underground home mid the roots of the trees, +Where when not slaying Pirates, the boys take their ease. +While Wendy sits mending their shirtwaists and hose, +And the Redskins above Keep watch against foes. + + + + +[Illustration: V] + +_V is the Verse_ + + +V's the Vile Verse that the Pirate Bawled-- +It was not his language so much that appalled, +Nor the Tune--nor his Voice which was Raucus and Deep +'Twas _the way that he sang it_ That made your flesh creep. + + + + +[Illustration: W] + +_W's Wolves_ + + +W's wolves--'Tis said they will fly +If you look through your legs at them straight in the eye. +That's how the Boys did it, but if I were you, +I'd experiment first on a wolf in the Zoo. + + + + +[Illustration: X] + +_X is the X Ray_ + + +X is the X Ray by whose light alone, +This last fleeting picture of Hook may be shown. + + + + +[Illustration: Y] + +_Y is for Youth_ + + +Y is for _Youth_ to which Peter clung, +But where is the land where he learned to Stay Young? +Ask Peter, he'll tell you, Geography scorning, +"Second Turn to the Right and keep straight on till Morning." + + + + +[Illustration: Z] + +_Z is the Zebra_ + + +Z is the Zebra the Boys _didn't_ meet, +But without which no Alphabet's really complete. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Peter Pan Alphabet, by Oliver Herford + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24015.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24015.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f93e13be92f4f34cbae6d537c60d8353684c61f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24015.txt @@ -0,0 +1,283 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Anne Storer and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + +Transcriber's Note: Each paragraph is contained +within a full-page illustration, so the +illustration tags within the text have +been removed to avoid congestion. + + + * * * * * + + + A MASQUE OF DAYS + + [Illustration] + + + + + A + MASQUE + OF + DAYS + + CASSELL & COMPANY + LIMITED: LONDON: + + [Illustration] + + + + + FROM THE + LAST ESSAYS + OF ELIA: + + NEWLY DRESSED + & DECORATED + + BY + WALTER CRANE + + PARIS, NEW YORK + & MELBOURNE. 1901. + + [Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + +THE OLD YEAR being dead, and the NEW YEAR coming of age, wh: he does by +Calendar Law, as soon as the breath is out of the old gentleman's body, +nothing would serve the young spark but he must give a dinner upon the +occasion, to wh: all the Days in the year were invited. The Festivals, +whom he deputed as his stewards, were mightily taken with the notion. +They had been engaged time out of mind, they said, in providing mirth and +good cheer for mortals below; and it was time they should have a taste of +their own bounty. It was stiffly debated among them whether the Fasts +should be admitted. Some said, that the appearance of such lean, starved +guests, with their mortified faces, would pervert the ends of the meeting. +But the objection was overruled by Christmas Day who had a design upon Ash +Wednesday (as you shall hear), and a mighty desire to see how the old +Domine would behave himself in his cups. + +Only the VIGILS were requested to come with their lanterns to light the +gentlefolks home at night. + +All the Days came to their day. Covers were provided for three hundred and +sixty-five guests at the principal table; with an occasional knife and +fork at the side-board for the Twenty-Ninth of February. + +I should have told you that cards of invitation had been issued. The +carriers were THE HOURS twelve little, merry whirligig foot-pages as +you should desire to see, that went all round, and found out the persons +invited well enough, with the exception of Easter Day, Shrove Tuesday, and +a few such Moveables, who had lately shifted their quarters. + +Well, they all met at last, foul Days, fine Days, all sorts of Days, +and a rare din they made of it. There was nothing but, Hail! fellow +Day,--well met--brother Day--sister Day--only LADY DAY kept a little aloof +and seemed somewhat scornful. Yet some said, TWELFTH DAY cut her out and +out, for she came in a tiffany suit, white and gold, like a queen on a +frost-cake, all royal glittering, and Epiphanous. + +The rest came, some in green, some in white--but old Lent and his +family were not yet out of mourning. + +Rainy Days came in, dripping; and sun-shiny Days helped them to change +their stockings. + +Wedding Day was there in his marriage finery, a little the worse for +wear. + +Pay Day came late, as he always does; and Doomsday sent word--he might +be expected. + +April Fool (as my young lord's jester) took upon himself to marshal the +guests, and wild work he made with it. It would have posed old Erra Pater +to have found out any given Day in the year, to erect a scheme upon good +Days, bad Days were so shuffled together, to the confounding of all sober +horoscopy. He had stuck the Twenty-First of June next to the Twenty-Second +of December, and the former looked like a Maypole siding a marrow-bone. + +Ash Wednesday got wedged in (as was concerted) betwixt Christmas & Lord +Mayor's Days. Lord! how he laid about him! Nothing but barons of beef & +turkeys would go down with him to the great greasing & detriment of his +new sackcloth bib and tucker. And still Christmas Day was at his elbow, +plying him with the wassail-bowl, till he roared, & hiccupp'd, & +protested there was no faith in dried ling, a sour, windy, acrimonious, +censorious hy-po-crit-crit-critical mess & no dish for a gentleman. Then +he dipt his fist into the middle of the great custard that stood before +his left-hand neighbour, & daubed his hungry beard all over with it, till +you would have taken him for the Last Day in December it so hung in +icicles. + +At another part of the table, Shrove Tuesday was helping the Second of +September to some cock broth,--which courtesy the latter returned with +the delicate thigh of a hen pheasant--so there was no love lost for that +matter. + +The Last of Lent was spunging upon Shrovetide's pancakes; which April +Fool perceiving, told him he did well, for pancakes were proper to a good +fry-day. + +In another part a hubbub arose about the Thirtieth of January, who, it +seems, being a sour puritanic character, that thought nobody's meat good +or sanctified enough for him, had smuggled into the room a calf's head, +which he had had cooked at home for that purpose, thinking to feast +thereon incontinently; but as it lay in the dish March Many-weathers, +who is a very fine lady, and subject to the meagrims, screamed out there +was a "human head in the platter," and raved about Herodias' daughter to +that degree, that the obnoxious viand was obliged to be removed; nor did +she recover her stomach till she had gulped down a Restorative, confected +of Oak Apple, which the merry Twenty-Ninth of May always carries about +with him for that purpose. + +The King's health being called for after this, a notable dispute arose +between the 12th of August (a zealous old Whig gentlewoman), and the +Twenty Third of April (a new-fangled lady of the Tory stamp) as to which +of them should have the honour to propose it. + +August grew hot upon the matter, affirming time out of mind the +prescriptive right to have lain with her, till her rival basely supplanted +her; + + * * * + + April Fool being made mediator, confirmed the right in the + strongest form of words to the appellant, but decided for peace' + sake that the exercise of it should remain with the present + possessor. + + * * * + +It beginning to grow a little duskish, Candlemas lustily bawled out for +lights which was opposed by all the Days, who protested against burning +daylight. Then fair water was handed round in silver ewers, and the same +lady was observed to take an unusual time in washing herself. + +May-Day, with that sweetness which is peculiar to her, in a neat speech +proposing the health of the founder, crowned her goblet, {and by her +example the rest of the company} with garlands. This being done, the +lordly New Year from the upper end of the table, in a cordial but +somewhat lofty tone, returned thanks. He felt proud on an occasion of +meeting so many of his father's late tenants, promised to improve their +farms, & at the same time to abate {if anything was found unreasonable} in +their rents. + +At the mention of this the Four Quarter Days involuntarily looked at +each other, & smiled; April Fool whistled to an old tune of "New Brooms" & +a surly old rebel at the further end of the table {who was discovered to +be no other than the Fifth-of-November} muttered out distinctly enough to +be heard by the whole company, words to this effect, that, "when the old +one is gone, he is a fool that looks for a better." Which rudeness of his, +the guests resenting, unanimously voted his expulsion; & the malcontent +was thrust out neck & heels into the cellar, as the properest place for +such a boutefeu & firebrand as he had shewn himself to be. + +Order being restored--the young lord {who, to say truth, had been a +little ruffled & put beside his oratory} in as few, & yet as obliging +words as possible, assured them of entire welcome; &, with a graceful +turn, singling out poor Twenty-Ninth of February, that had sate all this +while mumchance at the side-board, begged to couple his health with that +of the good company before him--which he drank accordingly; observing, +that he had not seen his honest face any time these four years--with a +number of endearing expressions besides. At the same time, removing the +solitary Day from the forlorn seat which had been assigned to him, he +stationed him at his own board, somewhere between the Greek Calends and +Latter Lammas. + +Ash Wednesday, being now called upon for a song, with his eyes fast stuck +in his head, & as well as the Canary he had swallowed would give him +leave, struck up a Carol, which Christmas Day had taught him for the +nonce; & was followed by the latter, who gave "Miserere" in fine style, +hitting off the mumping notes & lengthened drawl of Old Mortification with +infinite humour. + + [April Fool swore they had exchanged conditions; but Good + Friday was observed to look extremely grave; & Sunday held her fan + before her face, that she might not be seen to smile.] + +Shrove tide, Lord Mayor's Day, and April Fool, next joined in a glee-- + + Which is the properest day to drink? + +in which all the days chiming in, made a merry burden. + +They next fell to quibbles & conumdrums. + +The question being proposed, who had the greatest number of followers--the +Quarter Days said, there could be no question as to that; for they had all +the creditors in the world dogging their heels. But April Fool gave it in +favour of the Forty Days before Easter; because the debtors in all cases +outnumbered the creditors, & they kept _lent_ all the year round. + +All this while Valentine's Day kept courting pretty May, who sate next +him, slipping amorous billets-doux under the table, till the Dog Days +{who are naturally of a warm constitution} began to bark and rage +exceedingly. + +April Fool, who likes a bit of sport above measure, & had some +pretensions to the lady besides as being but a cousin once +removed,--clapped & halloo'd them on; and as fast as their indignation +cooled those mad wag's, the Ember Days, were at it with their bellows, to +blow it into a flame; & all was in a ferment: till old Madame Septuagesima +{who boasts herself the Mother of the Days} wisely diverted the +conversation with a tedious tale of the lovers which she could reckon +when she was young; & of one Master Rogation Day in particular, who was +for ever putting the question to her; but she kept him at a distance, as +the chronicle wd: tell--by which I apprehend she meant the Almanack. + +Then she rambled on to the Days that were gone, the good old Days, & so to +the Days before the Flood--which plainly showed her old head to be little +better than crazed & doited. + +Day being ended, the Days called for their cloaks & great-coats & took +their leaves. + +Lord Mayor's Day went off in a mist as usual; Shortest Day in a deep black +Fog that wrapt the little gentleman all round like a hedgehog. Two +Vigils--so watchmen are called in heaven--saw Christmas Day safe +home--they had been used to the business before. Another Vigil--a stout, +sturdy patrole, called the Eve of St. Christopher--seeing Ash Wednesday +in a condition little better than he should be--e'en whipt him over his +shoulders, pick-a-back fashion, & Old Mortification went floating home +singing-- + + "On the bat's back do I fly," + +& a number of old snatches besides, between drunk & sober; but very few +Aves or Penitentiaries {you may believe me} were among them. Longest Day +set off westward in beautiful crimson & gold--the rest, some in one +fashion, some in another; but Valentine & pretty May took their departure +together in one of the prettiest silvery twilights a Lover's Day could +wish to set in. + + + FINIS + + [Illustration] + + FINIS + + [Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24044.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24044.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2c7105080cd0905b3732e56447657690fd90772f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24044.txt @@ -0,0 +1,300 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF CHRISTMASTIDE + + BY + + BERTHA F. HERRICK + + [Illustration] + + SAN FRANCISCO + + PRINTED BY THE STANLEY-TAYLOR COMPANY + + 1901 + + + + + The following article originally appeared in one of the + Christmas editions of the _San Francisco Chronicle_ and is + now reprinted by permission from that journal. + + + + + MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF CHRISTMASTIDE + + + "Lo! now is come our joyful'st feast, + Let every man be jolly. + Each room with ivy leaves is drest, + And every post with holly. + Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke, + And Christmas blocks are burning; + Their ovens they with bak't meats choke, + And all their spits are turning." + +The celebration of Christmas, which was considered by the Puritans to +be idolatrous, has for many centuries been so universal that it may +prove of interest to contrast the rites, ceremonies and quaint beliefs +of foreign lands with those of matter-of-fact America. + +Many curious customs live only in tradition; but it is surprising to +find what singular superstitions still exist among credulous classes, +even in the light of the twentieth century. + +In certain parts of England the peasantry formerly asserted that, on +the anniversary of the Nativity, oxen knelt in their stalls at +midnight,--the supposed hour of Christ's birth; while in other +localities bees were said to sing in their hives and subterranean +bells to ring a merry peal. + +According to legends of ancient Britain cocks crew lustily all night +on December 24th to scare away witches and evil spirits, and in +Bavaria some of the countrymen made frequent and apparently aimless +trips in their sledges to cause the hemp to grow thick and tall. + +In many lands there is still expressed the beautiful sentiment that +the gates of heaven stand wide open on Christmas Eve, and that he +whose soul takes flight during its hallowed hours arrives straightway +at the throne of grace. + +A time-honored custom in Norway and Sweden is that of fastening a +sheaf of wheat to a long pole on the barn or house-top, for the wild +birds' holiday cheer; and in Holland the young men of the towns +sometimes bear a large silver star through the snowy streets, +collecting alms from pedestrians for the helpless or the aged sick. + +Russia has no Santa Claus or Christmas tree, although the festival is +celebrated by church services and by ceremonies similar to those of +our Hallowe'en. + +In some of the villages in Wales a Christmas pudding is boiled for +each of the disciples, with the exception of Judas, and in the rural +districts of Scotland bread baked on Christmas Eve is said to +indefinitely retain its freshness. + +"The Fatherland" is the home of the Christmas tree, which is thought +to be symbolical of the "Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil," in +the Garden of Eden; and candles were first used to typify the power of +Christianity over the darkness of paganism, being sometimes arranged +in triangular form to represent the Trinity. + +Pines and firs being unattainable in the tropical islands of the +Pacific, the white residents sometimes cut down a fruit tree, such as +an orange or a guava, or actually manufacture a tree from wood, +covering the bare, stiff boughs with clinging vines of evergreen. + +In the Holy Land at this season the place of greatest interest is +naturally the Church of the Nativity at Bethlehem, erected on the +supposed location where Christ was born. It is said to be the oldest +Christian church in existence, having been built more than fifteen +centuries ago by the Empress Helena, mother of Constantine. Repairs +were made later by Edward IV of England; but it is now again fast +falling into decay. The roof was originally composed of cedar of +Lebanon and the walls were studded with precious jewels, while +numerous lamps of silver and gold were suspended from the rafters. The +Greeks, Latins and Armenians now claim joint possession of the +structure, and jealously guard its sacred precincts. Immediately +beneath the nave of the cathedral is a commodious marble chamber, +constructed over the spot where the far-famed stable was said to have +stood and reached by a flight of stone steps, worn smooth by the tread +and kisses of multitudes of worshippers. The manger is represented by +a marble slab a couple of feet in height, decorated with tinsel and +blue satin and marked at the head with a chiseled star, bearing above +it the inscription in Latin, "Here was Jesus Christ born of the Virgin +Mary." At the foot are several altars, on which incense is ever kept +burning and from which mass is conducted, while a score of hanging +lamps shed a fitful light over the apartment. + +Many theories have been advanced as to the explanation of the +mysterious "Star in the East" which guided the wondering shepherds, +but it is now thought to have been Venus at the height of its +splendor. + +The early Christians decorated their churches with evergreens out of +respect to the passage of Scripture in Isaiah--"The glory of Lebanon +shall come unto thee; the fir tree, the pine tree and the box together +to beautify the place of my sanctuary"--and the pagans believed them +to be omens of good, as the spirits of the woods remained in their +branches. + +Holly is known in Germany and Scandinavia as "Christ's thorn," and is +emblematic everywhere of cheerfulness, forgiveness, "peace on earth +and good will to men." + +The oak mistletoe or "missel" was held in high veneration by the +ancient Druids, who, regarding its parasitic character as a miracle +and its evergreen nature as a symbol of immortality, worshipped it in +their temples and used it as a panacea for the physical ailments of +their followers. When the moon was six days old, the bunches were +ceremoniously cut with a golden sickle, by the chief priest of the +order and received with care into the spotless robes of one of the +company, for if they fell to the unholy ground, their virtues were +considered lost. + +Then, crowned with oak leaves and singing songs of thanksgiving, they +bore the branches in solemn procession to the altars, where two white +oxen were sacrificed to the gods. + +The custom of "kissing under the mistletoe" dates back to the days of +Scandinavian mythology, when the god of darkness shot his rival, the +immortal Apollo of the North, with an arrow made from its boughs. But +the supposed victim being miraculously restored to life, the mistletoe +was given into the keeping of the goddess of affection, as a symbol of +love and not of death, to those who passed beneath it. A berry was +required to be picked with every kiss and presented to the maiden as +a sign of good fortune, the privilege ceasing when all the berries +were gathered. + +One of the most beautiful legends of the Black Forest, in Germany, is +that of the origin of the chrysanthemum, or "Christ-flower." On a +dark, stormy Christmas Eve a poor charcoal-burner was wending his way +homeward through the deep snow-drifts under the pine trees, with a +loaf of coarse black bread and a piece of goat's-milk cheese as +contributions to the holiday cheer. Suddenly, during a brief lull in +the tempest, he heard a low, wailing cry, and, searching patiently, at +length discovered a benumbed and half-clad child, but little more than +an infant in years or size. Wrapping him snugly in his cloak, he +hurried onward toward the humble cottage from which rays of light +streamed cheerfully through the uncurtained windows. The good +"hausmutter" sat before the fire with her little ones anxiously +awaiting her husband's return; and when the poor, frozen waif was +placed upon her knee, her heart overflowed with compassion, and before +long he was comfortably warmed and fed, while the children vied with +each other in displaying the attractions of the pretty fir tree, with +its tiny colored tapers and paper ornaments. + +All at once a mist appeared, enveloping the timid stranger, a halo +formed around his brow and two silvery wings sprang magically from his +shoulders. Gradually rising, higher and higher, he finally disappeared +from sight, his hands outspread in benediction, while the +terror-stricken family fell upon their knees, crossing themselves, and +murmuring in awestruck whispers, "_The Holy Christ-Child!_" + +The next morning the father found, on the bleak, cold spot where the +child had lain, a lovely blossom of dazzling white, which he bore +reverently homeward and named the chrysanthemum, or "flower of +Christ," and each succeeding festival season some starved and +neglected orphan was bidden to his frugal board in memory of the time +when he entertained "an angel unawares." + +In "Merrie England" Christmas was the chief event of the entire year, +and was sometimes celebrated for nearly a month. The tables of the +wealthy literally groaned with plenty, but the poor without their +gates were not forgotten, for-- + + "Old Christmas had come for to keep open house, + He'd scorn to be guilty of starving a mouse." + +During the reign of Elizabeth the boar's head was the favorite holiday +dish, and was served with mustard (then a rare and costly condiment), +and decorated with bay-leaves and with rosemary, which was said to +strengthen the memory, to clear the brain and to stimulate affection. +Boars were originally sacrificed to the Scandinavian gods of peace and +plenty, and many odes were composed in their honor. + +That remarkable compound known as "wassail" was composed of warm ale +or wine, sweetened with sugar and flavored with spices, and bearing +upon its surface floating bits of toast and roasted crabs and apples. +The huge bowl, gaily decorated with ribbons, was passed from hand to +hand around the table, each guest taking a portion of its contents, as +a sign of joviality and good-fellowship. + +But the triumph of the pastry cook's art was "the rare minced pie," +the use of which is of great antiquity. The shape was formerly a +narrow oblong, representing the celebrated manger at Bethlehem, and +the fruits and spices of which it was composed were symbolic of those +that the wise men of the Orient brought as offerings to their new-born +King, while to partake of such a pie was considered a proof that the +eater was a Christian and not a Jew. + +All sorts of games were immensely popular with the English, whether +king or serf, aristocrat or pauper, merchant or apprentice. + + "A Christmas gambol oft could cheer + The poor man's heart thro' half the year." + +Every one has heard of the matchless "Lord of Misrule" (also known as +the "Abbot of Unreason" and the "Master of Merry Disports"), who, +attended by his mock court, king's jester and grotesquely masked +revelers, visited the castles of lords and princes to entertain them +with strange antics and uproarious merriment. His reign lasted until +Twelfth Night, during which period he was treated as became a genuine +monarch, being feted and feasted, with all his train, and having +absolute authority over individuals and state affairs. + +The great event of the evening, after the holiday feast, was the +bringing in of the famous yule log, which was often the entire root of +a tree. Much ceremony and rejoicing attended this performance, as it +was considered lucky to help pull the rope. It was lighted by a person +with freshly washed hands, with a brand saved from the last year's +fire, and was never allowed to be extinguished, as the witches would +then come down the chimney. + +The presence of a barefooted or cross-eyed individual or of a woman +with flat feet was thought to foretell misfortune for the coming year. + +The games of "snap dragon" and "hot cockles" are supposed to be relics +either of the "ordeal by fire" or of the days of the ancient +fire-worshippers. The former consists of snatching raisins from a +bowl of burning brandy or alcohol, and the latter of taking frantic +bites at a red apple revolving rapidly upon a pivot in alternation +with a lighted taper. + +Christmas carols are commemorative of the angels' song to the +shepherds on the plains of Bethlehem, and are seldom heard in America +save by the surpliced choirs of the Episcopal churches. The English +"waits," or serenaders, who sang under the squires' windows in hopes +of receiving a "Christmas box," unconsciously add a touch of romance +and picturesqueness to the associations of the season. For upon the +frosty evening air arose such strains as-- + + "Awake! glad heart! arise and sing! + It is the birthday of thy King!" + +Or-- + + "God rest you, merry gentlemen! + Let nothing you dismay, + For Jesus Christ, our Savior, + Was born upon this day." + +Most of the old-time favorites are too well known for repetition. The +mere mention of their names recalls the scent of evergreens, the +pealing of the organ, the tinkle of sleigh bells and the music of the +Christmas chimes. "Hark! The herald angels sing!" "While shepherds +watched their flocks by night," "Gloria in Excelsis" and many others +embody the very spirit of the season, and will live till time shall +cease to be. + + "Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, + Sing of glory to God and of good will to man! + While joining in chorus, + The heavens bend o'er us, + The dark night is ending and dawn has begun." + + --BERTHA F. HERRICK. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24262.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24262.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb7d5fe9c45e0b9c8617e37b0b6a63622a997074 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24262.txt @@ -0,0 +1,469 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Tiago Tejo + + + + + ++ANTINOUS+: A POEM + +BY + +FERNANDO PESSOA + + +LISBON + +1918 + + + + ++ANTINOUS+ + +A POEM + + + + ++ANTINOUS+ + +A POEM + +BY + +FERNANDO PESSOA + + +LISBON +MONTEIRO & CO. +190, Rua do Ouro, 192 + +1918 + + + + +Printed by "Sociedade Typographica Editora"--100, R. d'Alegria--Lisbon + + + + ++ANTINOUS+ + + +It rained outside right into Hadrian's soul. + +The boy lay dead +On the low couch, on whose denuded whole, +To Hadrian's eyes, that at their seeing bled, +The shadowy light of Death's eclipse was shed. + +The boy lay dead and the day seemed a night +Outside. The rain fell like a sick affright +Of Nature at her work in killing him. +Through the mind's galleries of their past delight +The very light of memory was dim. + +O hands that clasped erewhile Hadrian's warm hands, +That now found them but cold! +O hair bound erstwhile with the pressing bands! +O eyes too diffidently bold! +O bare female male-body like +A god that dawns into humanity! +O lips whose opening redness erst could strike +Lust's seats with a soiled art's variety! +O fingers skilled in things not to be named! +O tongue which, counter-tongued, the throbbed brows flamed! +O glory of a wrong lust pillowed on +Raged conciousness's spilled suspension! +These things are things that now must be no more. +The rain is silent, and the Emperor +Sinks by the couch. His grief is like a rage, +For the gods take away the life they give +And spoil the beauty they made live. +He weeps and knows that every future age +Is staring at him out of the to-be. +His love is on a universal stage. +A thousand unborn eyes weep with his misery. + +Antinous is dead, is dead forever, +Is dead forever and the loves lament. +Venus herself, that was Adonis' lover, +Seeing him again, having lived, dead again, +Lends her great skyey grief now to be blent +With Hadrian's pain. + +Now is Apollo sad because the stealer +Of his white body is forever cold. +In vain shall kisses on that nippled point +Covering his heart-beats' silent place implore +His life again to ope his eyes and feel her +Presence along his veins this fortress hold +Of love. Now no caressing hands anoint +With growing joy that body's lusting lore. + +The rain falls, and he lies like one who hath +Forgotten all the gestures of his love +And lies awake waiting their hot return. +But all his vices' art is now with Death: +He lies with her, whose sex cannot him move, +Whose hand, were't not cold, still ne'er his could burn. +Lilies were on his cheeks and roses too. +His eyes were sad in joy sometimes. He said +Oft in his close abandonments, that woo +Love to be more love than love can be, "Kiss +My eyelids till my closed eyes seem to guess +The kiss they feel laid in my heart's breast-bed." + +O Hadrian, what shall now thy cold life be? +What boots it to be emperor over all? +His absence o'er thy visible empery +Throws a dim pall. +Now are thy nights widowed of love and kisses, +Now are thy days robbed of the night's awaiting, +Now are thy lips purposeless and thy blisses +No longer of the size of thy life, mating +Thy empire with thy love's bold tendernesses. + +Now are thy doors closed upon beauty and joy. +Throw ashes on thy head! +Lo, lift thine eyes and see the lovely boy! +Naked he lies upon that memoried bed; +By thine own hand he lies uncovered. +There was he wont thy dangling sense to cloy, +And uncloy with more cloying, and annoy +With newer uncloying till thy senses bled. + +His hand and mouth knew gamuts musical +Of vices thy worn spine was hurt to follow. +Sometimes it seemed to thee that all was hollow +In sense in each new straining of sucked lust. +Then still new crimes of fancy would he call +To thy shaken flesh, and thou wouldst tremble and fall +Back on thy cushions with thy mind's sense hushed. + +"Beautiful was my love, yet melancholy. +He had that art, of love's arts most unholy, +Of being lithely sad among lust's rages. +Now the Nile gave him up, the eternal Nile. +Under his wet locks Death's blue paleness wages +Now war upon our pity with sad smile". + +Even as he thinks, the lust that is no more +Than a memory of lust revives and takes +His senses by the hand, and his flesh quakes +Till all becomes again what 'twas before. +The dead body on the bed gets up and lives +Along his every nerve ripped up and twanged, +And a love-o'er-wise and invisible hand +At every body-entrance to his lust +Utters caresses which flit off, yet just +Remain enough to bleed his last nerve's strand, +O sweet and cruel Parthian fugitives! + +He rises, mad, and looks upon his lover, +That now can love nothing but what none know. +Then his cold lips run all the body over-- +His lips that scarce remember their warmth, now +So blent with feeling the death they behold; +And so ice-senseless are his lips that, lo!, +He scarce tastes death from the dead body's cold, +But it seems both are dead or living both +And love is still the Presence and the Mover. +Then his lips cease on the other lips' cold sloth. + +But there the wanting breath reminds his lips +That between him and his boy-love the mist +That comes out of the gods has crept. The tips +Of his fingers, still idly tickling, list +To some flesh-response to their purple mood. +But their love-orison is not understood. +The god is dead whose cult was to be kissed! + +He lifts his hand up to where heaven should be +And cries on the mute gods to know his pain. +Lo, list!, o divine watchers of our glee +And sorrow!, list!, he will yield up his reign. +He will live in the deserts and be parched +On the hot sands, he will be beggar and slave; +But give again the boy to be arm-reached! +Forego that space ye meant to be his grave! + +Take all the female beauties of the earth! +Take all afar and rend them if ye will! +But, by sweet Ganymede, that Jove found worth +And above Hebe did elect to fill +His cup at his high festivals, and spill +His fairer vice wherefrom comes newer birth--, +The clod of female embraces resolve +To dust, o father of the gods!, but spare +This boy and his white body and golden hair. +Maybe thy newer Ganymede thou mZeanst +That he should be, and out of jealous care +From Hadrian's arms to thine his beauty steal'st. + +He was a kitten playing with lust, playing +With his own and with Hadrian's, sometimes one +And sometimes two, now splitting, now one grown, +Now leaving lust, now lust's high lusts delaying, +Now eyeing lust not wide, but from askance +Jumping round on lust's half-unexpectance; +Then softly gripping, then with fury holding, +Now playfully playing, now seriously, now lying +By the side of lust looking at it, now spying +Which way to take lust in his lust's withholding. + +Thus did the hours slide from their tangled hands +And from their mixed limbs the moments slip. +Now were his arms dead leaves, now iron bands, +Now were his lips cups, now the things that sip, +Now were his eyes too closed, and now too open, +Now were his ways such as none thought might happen, +Now were his arts a feather and now a whip. + +That love they lived as a religion +Offered to gods that do to presence bend. +Sometimes he was adorned and made to don +Half-costumes, now a posing nudity +That imitates some god's eternity +Of body statue-known to craving men. +Now was he Venus, risen from the seas; +And now was he Apollo, white and golden; +Now as Jove sate he in mock-judgment over +The presence at his feet of his slaved lover; +Now was he an acted rite, by one beholden, +In ever-repositioned mysteries. + +Now he is something anyone can be. +O white negation of the thing it is! +O golden-haired moon-cold loveliness! +Too cold! too cold! and love as cold as he. +Love wanders through the memories of his vice +As through a labyrinth, in sad madness glad, +And now calls on his name and bids him rise, +And now is smiling at his imaged coming +That is i'th'heart like faces in the gloaming-- +Mere shining shadows of the forms they had. + +The rain again like a vague pain arose +And put the sense of wetness in the air. +Suddenly did the Emperor suppose +He saw this room and all in it from far. +He saw the couch, the boy and his own frame +Cast down against the couch, and he became +A clearer presence to himself, and said +These words unuttered, save to his soul's dread: + +"I shall build thee a statue that will be +To the astonished future evidence +Of my love and thy beauty and the sense +That beauty giveth of infinity, +Though death with subtle uncovering hands remove +The apparel of life and empire from our love, +Yet its nude statue-soul of lust made spirit +All future times, whether they will't or not, +Shall, like a curse-seeming god's boon earth-brought, +Inevitably inherit. + +"Ay, this thy statue shall I build, and set +Upon the pinnacle of being-thine. Let Time +By its subtle dim crime +Eat it from life, or with men's violence fret +To pieces out of unity and presence. +Ay, let that be! Our love shall stand so great +In thy statue of us, like a god's fate, +Our love's incarnate and discarnate essence, +That, like a trumpet reaching over seas +And going from continent to continent, +Our love shall speak its joy and woe, death-blent, +Over infinities and eternities! + +"The memory of our love shall bridge the ages. +It shall loom white out of the past and be +Eternal, like a Grecian victory, +In every heart the future shall give rages +Of not being our love's contemporary. + +"Yet oh that this were needed not, and thou +Wert the red flower perfuming my life, +The garland on the brows of my delight, +The living flame on altars of my soul! +Would all this were a thing thou mightest now +Smile at from under thy death-mocking lids +And wonder that I should so put a strife +Twixt me and gods for thy lost presence bright; +Were there nought in this but my empty dole +And thy awakening smile half to condole +With what my dreaming pain to hope forbids". + +Thus went he, like a lover who is waiting, +From place to place in his dim doubting mind. +Now was his hope a great bulk of will fating +Its wish to being, now felt he he was blind +In some point of his seen wish undefined. + +When love meets death we know not what to feel. +When death foils love we know not what to know. +Now did his doubt hope, now did his hope doubt. +Now what his wish dreamed the dream's sense did flout +And to a sullen emptiness congeal. +Then again the gods fanned love's darkening glow. + +"Thy death has given me a newer lust-- +A flesh-lust raging for eternity. +On my imperial will I put my trust +That the high gods, that made me emperor be, +Will not annul from a more real life +My wish that thou shouldst live for e'er and stand +A fleshly presence on their better land, +More beautiful and as beautiful, for there +No things impossible our wishes mar +Nor pain our hearts with change and time and strife. + +"Love, love, my love! thou art already a god. +This thought of mine, which I a wish believe, +Is no wish, but a sight, to me allowed +By the great gods, that love love and can give +To mortal hearts, under the shape of wishes-- +Of wishes strong, having imperial reaches-- +A vision of the real things beyond +Our life-imprisoned life, our sense-bound sense. +Ay, what I will thee to be thou art now +Already. Already on Olympic ground +Thou walkest and art perfect, yet art thou, +For thou needst no excess of thee to don +To perfect be, being perfection. + +"My heart is singing like a morning bird. +A great hope from the gods comes down to me +And bids my heart to subtler sense be stirred +And think not that strange evil of thee +That to think thee mortal would be. + +"My love, my love! My god-love! Let me kiss +On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, +Greeting thee at Death's portal's happiness, +For to the gods Death's portal is Life's portal. + +"Thus is the memory of thee a god +Already, already a statue made of me-- +Of that part of me that, like a great sea, +Girds in me a great red empire more broad +Than all the lands and peoples that are in +My power's reach. Thus art thou myself made +In that great stretch Olympic that betrays +The true-wholed gods present in river and glade +And hours eternal in its different days. + +"So strong my love is that it is thyself, +Thy body as it was ere death was it, +Towering above the silence infinite +That girds round life and its unduring pelf. +Even as thou wert in life, thy corporal shade +Is in the presence of the gods. My love +Permits not that its carnal being fade +Or one whit false to fleshly presence prove. +Creeds may arise and pass, and passions change, +Other ways may be born out of Time's dream, +But this our love, made but thy body, 'll range +On deathless meads from happy stream to stream. + +"Were there no Olympus for thee, my love +Would make thee one, where thou sole god mightst prove, +And I thy sole adorer, glad to be +Thy sole adorer through infinity. +That were a divine universe enough +For love and me and what to me thou art. +To have thee is a thing made of gods' stuff +And to look on thee eternity's best part. + +"O love, my love! Awake with my strong will +Of loving to Olympus and be there +The latest god, whose honey-coloured hair +Takes divine eyes! As thou wert on earth, still +In heaven bodifully be and roam, +A prisoner of that happiness of home, +With elder gods, while I on earth do make +A statue for thy deathlessness' seen sake. + +"That deathless statue of thee I shall build +Will be no stone thing, but my great regret +By which our love's eternity is willed. +My sorrow shall make thee its god, and set +Thy naked presence on the parapet +That looks over the seas of future times. +Some shall say all our love was vice and crimes. +Others against our names, as stones, shall whet +The knife of their glad hate of beauty, and make +Our name a pillory, a scaffold and a stake +Whereon to burn our brothers yet unborn. +Yet shall our presence, like eternal morn, +Ever return at Beauty's hour, and shine +Out of the East of Love, and be the shrine +Of future gods that nothing human scorn. + +"My love for thee is part of what thou wert +And shall be part of what thy statue will be. +Our double presence unified in thee +Shall make to beat many a future heart. +Ay, were't a statue to be broken and missed, +Yet its stone-perfect memory +Would, still more perfect, on Time's shoulders borne, +Overlook the great Morn +From an eternal East. + +"Thy statue is of thyself and of me. +Our dual presence has its unity +In that perfection of body, which my love, +In loving it, did out of mortal life +Raise into godness, set above the strife +Of times and changing passions far above. + +"The end of days, when Jove is born again, +And Ganymede again pour at his feast, +Shall see our dual soul from death released +And recreated unto love, joy, pain, +Life--all the beauty and the vice and lust, +All the diviner side of flesh, flesh-staged. +And, if our very memory wore to dust, +By the giant race of the end of ages must +Our dual presence once again be raised." + +It rained still. But slow-treading night came in +Closing the weary eyelids of each sense. +The very consciousness of self and soul +Grew, like a landscape through dim raining, dim. +TheZ Emperor lay still, so still that now +He half forgot where now he lay, or whence +The sorrow that was still salt on his lips. +All had been something very far, a scroll +Rolled up. The things he felt were like the rim +That haloes round the moon when the night weeps. + +His head was bowed into his arms, and they +On the low couch, foreign to his sense, lay. +His closed eyes seemed open to him and seeing +The naked floor, dark, cold, sad and unmeaning. +His hurting breath was all his sense could know. +Out of the falling darkness the wind rose +And fell. A voice swooned in the courts below. +And the Emperor slept. + + The gods came now +And bore something away, no sense knows how, +On unseen arms of power and repose. + + +LISBON, 1915. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24331.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24331.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9a4210142273897be219d6951803333623a8f851 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24331.txt @@ -0,0 +1,331 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Josephine Paolucci and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. + + + + + + +An Old Sweetheart of Mine + + +James Whitcomb Riley + + +Drawings by +Howard Chandler Christy + +Decorations by +Virginia Keep + +The Bobbs-Merrill Company +Publishers Indianapolis + +Copyright, 1888-1899-1902 +James Whitcomb Riley + +Copyright, 1902 +The Bowen-Merrill Company + + + + +An Old Sweetheart of Mine + + + + +INSCRIBED + +To GEORGE C. HITT + +The beginning of whose steadfast friendship was marked by the first +publication of these verses which now, expanded by writer, honored by +publisher and masterfully graced by artist, seem to be a worthier symbol +of the author's grateful and affectionate regard for his earliest +friend + + + + +List of Illustrations + + +I Frontispiece--An Old Sweetheart of Mine. + +II A fair, illusive vision that would vanish into air + +III The _then_ of changeless sunny days--The _now_ of shower and shine + +IV The old bookshelves and prints along the wall + +V I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine + +VI Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke + +VII When my truant fancies wander with that old sweetheart of mine + +VIII The voices of my children and the mother as she sings + +IX For I find an extra flavor in Memory's mellow wine + +X O childhood days enchanted! O the magic of the spring + +XI To--smile, behind my lesson, at that old sweetheart of mine + +XII A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace + +XIII When first I kissed her, and she answered the caress + +XIV I slipped the apple in it--and the teacher didn't know + +XV She gave me her _photograph_, and printed "Ever Thine" + +XVI And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand + +XVII Where the vines were ever fruited, and the weather ever fine + +XVIII And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray + +XIX The door is softly opened, and--my wife is standing there + + + _The ordered intermingling_ + _of the real and the dream,--_ + _The mill above the river,_ + _and the mist above the stream;_ + _The life of ceaseless labor,_ + _brave with song and cheery call--_ + _The radiant skies of evening,_ + _with its rainbow o'er us all._ + + + AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE!--Is this + her presence here with me, + Or but a vain creation of + a lover's memory? + + A fair, illusive vision + that would vanish into air + Dared I even touch the silence + with the whisper of a prayer? + +[Illustration] + + Nay, let me then believe in all + the blended false and true-- + The semblance of the _old_ love + and the substance of the _new_,-- + + The _then_ of changeless sunny days-- + the _now_ of shower and shine-- + But Love forever smiling,-- + as that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + This ever-restful sense of _home_, + though shouts ring in the hall.-- + The easy-chair--the old bookshelves + and prints along the wall; + + The rare _Habanas_ in their box, + or gaunt churchwarden-stem + That often wags, above the jar, + derisively at them. + +[Illustration] + + As one who cons at evening + o'er an album, all alone, + And muses on the faces + of the friends that he has known, + + So I turn the leaves of Fancy, + till, in shadowy design, + I find the smiling features of + an old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + The lamplight seems to glimmer + with a flicker of surprise, + As I turn it low--to rest me + of the dazzle in my eyes, + + And light my pipe in silence, + save a sigh that seems to yoke + Its fate with my tobacco + and to vanish with the smoke. + +[Illustration] + + 'Tis a _fragrant_ retrospection,-- + for the loving thoughts that start + Into being are like perfume + from the blossom of the heart; + + And to dream the old dreams over + is a luxury divine-- + When my truant fancies wander + with that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + Though I hear beneath my study, + like a fluttering of wings, + The voices of my children + and the mother as she sings-- + + I feel no twinge of conscience + to deny me any theme + When Care has cast her anchor + In the harbor of a dream-- + +[Illustration] + + In fact, to speak in earnest, + I believe it adds a charm + To spice the good a trifle + with a little dust of harm,-- + + For I find an extra flavor + in Memory's mellow wine + That makes me drink the deeper + to that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + O Childhood-days enchanted! + O the magic of the Spring!-- + With all green boughs to blossom white, + and all bluebirds to sing! + + When all the air, to toss and quaff, + made life a jubilee + And changed the children's song and + laugh to shrieks of ecstasy. + +[Illustration] + + With eyes half closed in clouds that ooze + from lips that taste, as well, + The peppermint and cinnamon, + I hear the old School-bell, + + And from "Recess" romp in again + from "Blackman's" broken line, + To--smile, behind my "lesson", + at that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + A face of lily-beauty, + with a form of airy grace, + Floats out of my tobacco + as the "Genii" from the vase + + And I thrill beneath the glances + of a pair of azure eyes + As glowing as the summer + and as tender as the skies. + +[Illustration] + + I can see the pink sunbonnet + and the little, checkered dress + She wore when first I kissed her + and she answered the caress + + With the written declaration that, + "As surely as the vine + Grew 'round the stump," she loved me-- + that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + Again I make her presents, + in a really helpless way,-- + The big "Rhode Island Greening"-- + (I was hungry too, that day!)-- + + But I follow her from Spelling, + with her hand behind her--so-- + And I slip the apple in it-- + and the Teacher doesn't know! + +[Illustration] + + I give my _treasures_ to her--all,-- + my pencil--blue-and-red;-- + And, if little girls played marbles, + _mine_ should all be _hers_, instead!-- + + But _she_ gave me her _photograph_, + and printed "Ever Thine" + Across the back--in blue-and-red-- + that old sweetheart of mine! + +[Illustration] + + And again I feel the pressure + of her slender little hand, + As we used to talk together + of the future we had planned,-- + + When I should be a poet, + and with nothing else to do + But write the tender verses + that she set the music to.... + +[Illustration] + + When we should live together + in a cozy little cot + Hid in a nest of roses, + with a fairy garden-spot, + + Where the vines were ever fruited + and the weather ever fine, + And the birds were ever singing + for that old sweetheart of mine.... + +[Illustration] + + When I should be her lover + forever and a day, + And she my faithful sweetheart + till the golden hair was gray; + + And we should be so happy + that when either's lips were dumb + They would not smile in Heaven + till the other's kiss had come. + +[Illustration] + + But, ah! my dream is broken + by a step upon the stair, + And the door is softly opened, + and--my wife is standing there: + + Yet with eagerness and rapture + all my visions I resign,-- + To greet the _living_ presence + of that old sweetheart of mine. + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's An Old Sweetheart of Mine, by James Whitcomb Riley + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24336.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24336.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c8de345e7b36e5fdb6834af1b62eb5914405977 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24336.txt @@ -0,0 +1,591 @@ + + + + + + LITTLE + PEOPLE: + AN + ALPHABET + + HENRY + MAYER + AND + T.W.H. + CROSLAND + + + + + The Dumpy Books for Children. + + + XI. LITTLE PEOPLE. + + + + + The Dumpy Books for + Children. + + _Cloth, Royal 32mo, 1/6 each._ + + I. THE FLAMP, THE AMELIORATOR, AND + THE SCHOOLBOY'S APPRENTICE. By + E. V. LUCAS. (_Seventh Thousand._) + + II. MRS. TURNER'S CAUTIONARY STORIES. + (_Fifth Thousand._) + + III. THE BAD FAMILY. By MRS. FENWICK. + (_Third Thousand._) + + IV. THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. + Illustrated in Colours. By HELEN BANNERMAN. + (_Thirty-seventh Thousand._) + + V. THE BOUNTIFUL LADY. By THOMAS + COBB. (_Fourth Thousand._) + + VI. A CAT BOOK. Portraits by H. OFFICER + SMITH. Characteristics by E. V. LUCAS. + (_Eighth Thousand._) + + VII. A FLOWER BOOK. Illustrated in Colours + by NELLIE BENSON. Story by EDEN + COYBEE. (_Eighth Thousand._) + + VIII. THE PINK KNIGHT. Illustrated in Colours + by J. R. MONSELL. (_Eighth Thousand._) + + IX. THE LITTLE CLOWN. By THOMAS COBB. + + X. A HORSE BOOK. By MARY TOURTEL. + Illustrated in Colours. (_Eighth Thousand._) + + XI. LITTLE PEOPLE: An Alphabet. By + HENRY MAYER. Verses by T. W. H. + CROSLAND. Illustrated in Colours. + + LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS, + 9, Henrietta Street, W.C. + + + + + LITTLE PEOPLE: + AN ALPHABET. + + PICTURES + BY + HENRY MAYER. + + VERSES + BY + T. W. H. CROSLAND. + + LONDON: + GRANT RICHARDS, + 1901. + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + Contents. + + + PAGE + + A--ARAB 3 + + B--BOER 6 + + C--CHINESE 11 + + D--DUTCH 14 + + E--ENGLISH 19 + + F--FRENCH 22 + + G--GERMAN 27 + + H--HUNGARIAN 30 + + I--INDIAN 35 + + J--JAPANESE 38 + + K--KAFFIR 43 + + L--LAPLANDER 46 + + M--MEXICAN 51 + + N--NEAPOLITAN 54 + + O--ODALISQUE 59 + + P--PERSIAN 62 + + Q--QUAKERESS 67 + + R--RUSSIAN 70 + + S--SCOTCH 75 + + T--TYROLEAN 78 + + U--UNITED STATES 83 + + V--VALENCIAN 86 + + W--WELSHMAN 91 + + Z--ZANY 94 + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + +A for Arab. + + + This Arab is upset, I fear; + Look at his pretty shield and spear. + He's stuck two pistols in his sash, + And, dear me, how his eyes do flash! + + At home he has a horse to ride; + To "scour the desert" is his pride. + His horse is of the purest breed; + Some people call his horse a steed. + + + + +B for Boer. + + + Here is your little brother Boer, + Of course, you've heard of him before; + He has a naughty Uncle Paul, + Who used to want to eat us all. + + Although he does not wear a tie + He's just as white as you or I, + And just as fond of cake and fruit; + The difference is that he can shoot. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +C for Chinaboy. + + + Li has a pigtail and a fan, + And yet he's not a Chinaman; + In fact, he is his mother's joy, + A merry little Chinaboy. + + His father is a Mandarin, + His father's name is Loo Too Sin. + They put no sugar in his tea, + Yet he's as good as good can be. + + + + +D for Dutch. + + + Miss Gretchen Groople! She is Dutch: + In Holland there are many such. + Her shoes are wooden, like the floor; + How nice she keeps her pinafore! + + She says that there is nothing finer + Than the Dutch Queen, Wilhelmina; + She says that she has never seen a + Sweeter Queen than Wilhelmina. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +E for English. + + + The English are a splendid race, + Sturdy of limb, honest of face; + They own (this is geography) + Much of the land and all the sea. + + That is to say, they rule the waves, + They never, never will be slaves. + They're brave, but do not want to fight, + And if you're English you're all right. + + + + +F for French. + + + The French can cook, and fence, and dance, + They're fond of shouting "Long live France!" + They make the prettiest hats and frocks, + Also French pickles and French clocks. + + They shave their poodles, drink much wine, + And laugh a great deal when they dine. + French boys play soldiers now and then, + And must be soldiers when they're men. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +G for German. + + + Hans, as you see, to town has been; + His waistcoat's red, his sunshade green. + He lives beside the river Iser, + And calls his emperor the Kaiser. + + In Germany, no end of toys + Are made for English girls and boys. + The English children merely break them; + Hans sits at home and helps to make them. + + + + +H for Hungarian. + + + In Hungary they hunt and fish; + Between ourselves, I often wish + I lived there, for it must be grand;-- + I've heard the Blue Hungarian Band. + + In Hungary a boy wears white + Blouses, his knickers fit him tight, + He has top boots of patent leather, + And in his hat a peacock's feather. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +I for Indian. + + + The Indian boy is neatly dressed; + He has no shirt, he wears a crest + Of eagle's feathers on his head, + His skin is of a coppery red. + + If you said to him, "You and I + Will run and catch a butterfly," + The Indian boy would say, "No! No! + I wish to chase the buffalo." + + + + +J for Japanese. + + + The little Japs are rather small, + Even their fathers are not tall; + They're very fond of parasols, + They dress themselves just like their dolls. + + They live beneath the sunniest skies, + Their hair is black to match their eyes; + Their robes are black to match their hair, + And, O! what tiny shoes they wear. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +K for Kaffir. + + + This Kaffir looks a trifle sly, + He smiles and smiles, I wonder why? + Perhaps he's playing at a game, + Or thinking of his long, long name. + + His name, you know, is Washington + Neb-u-chad-nez-zar Solomon + Sambo Snowball Timothy Jack + Adolphus Rule Britannia Black. + + + + +L for Laplander. + + + I think the Laplander is nice, + He lives among the snow and ice; + The reindeer drags his sledge for him, + And gives him meat and milk to skim. + + His spears are sharp--they shine like steel; + He hunts the walrus and the seal. + Often, when he has time to spare, + He hunts the white or polar bear. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +M for Mexican. + + + The plucky little Mexican + Rides on the pampas like a man; + His horse may kick, and plunge, and rear, + He does not feel the least bit queer. + + If he should see an old grey goose + Or a young turkey running loose, + You may be pretty certain that + He'd catch it with his lariat. + + + + +N for Neapolitan. + + + The Neapolitan is wise, + He plays the pipes for pence, and buys + Ice-cream and candy every day + To help him on his weary way. + + His tunes are chiefly of one note, + He has a sheepskin for a coat, + His water-bottle's painted yellow, + He is a handsome little fellow. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +O for Odalisque. + + + O pretty little Odalisque, + I know you want to dance and frisk + And play at hide and seek with me; + And yet, you know, it cannot be, + + Unless--unless, my dear, you choose + To put away those curious shoes, + Also your coat, and cap, and veil: + They'd hang up nicely on a nail. + + + + +P for Persian. + + + The Persian has a funny hat, + He often sits upon a mat; + He hears the bulbul sing, and roves + Through rose-gardens and lemon groves. + + Child, if by any chance you meet + A little Persian in the street, + Do not be rude and cry "Yah-yah!" + But ask him if he's seen the Shah. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +Q for Quakeress. + + + I like the little Quakeress, + She is so quaint; I like her dress, + Her very, very plain white bonnet, + Her stuff gown with no trimming on it. + + Her hands are pink, and soft, and small, + They peep out from her dark green shawl. + She lives on milk, and bread, and honey, + She must be saving pots of money. + + + + +R for Russian. + + + Russia is noted for its tar, + Its leather, and its great, white Czar. + A Russian wears his clothes quite loose, + And drinks his tea with lemon juice. + + The Russian boys have chubby faces, + They play at marbles and run races; + The climate sometimes makes them cough, + They've names like Shuffski and Poppoff. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +S for Scotch. + + + The Scotch wear kilts--both boys and men, + When they don't know, they "dinna ken." + They love the thistle, we the rose, + They're fond of oatmeal, kail, and brose. + + In war the Scotch are very bold. + Burns was a Scot, who, I am told, + Wrote verses and ploughed fields by turns, + So every Scot is proud of Burns. + + + + +T for Tyrolean. + + + The Tyrol has a splendid air + And mountains, mountains everywhere; + The mountains are all tops and sides, + You climb them best with ropes and guides. + + The Tyrolean's hat is smart, + He yodels and is light of heart; + His yodelling is very sweet; + His stockings haven't any feet. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +U for United States. + + + The States are full of mush and pie + And houses twenty stories high, + Saw-mills and millionaires and bustle; + The people there "have got to hustle." + + The business of the States is done + Ex-clu-sive-ly by telephone; + And that is why the people say, + "I guess we're 'cute in U. S. A." + + + + +V for Valencian. + + + Valencia's a little town + In Spain. It's dusty and baked brown, + And full of dirt and mules and fleas, + And all around are orange trees. + + This well-fed boy, as you may see, + Has been dressed very carefully; + His garments show that he's a Don, + He knows that he has got them on. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +W for Welshman. + + + Taffy, my boy, I've heard with grief + That shocking tale about the beef; + But Taffy, between me and you, + I really don't believe it's true. + + I'm told that there are pretty vales + And hills with sheep on them in Wales; + O Taffy, Taffy, don't be put on, + You can't want beef while you've Welsh mutton. + + + + +Z for Zany. + + + A zany is a kind of clown + Who wanders idly up and down, + And wags his head, and shakes his bells, + And chortles at the tales he tells. + + He'll joke with you in sun or show'r, + And keep you laughing by the hour. + Some zanies are a trifle mad: + Now we have finished--and I'm glad. + + T. W. H. C. + +[Illustration] + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24465.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24465.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..96f84ab9f2853cf747807783826b3f1f85bf9e13 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24465.txt @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive.) + + + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE + +The original spelling and capitalization have been retained; +however, long s's have been transcribed as modern s's. + + + + + JACK AND JILL, + _AND OLD DAME GILL_, + With the Dog and the Pig, + All dancing a Jig. + + [Illustration] + + Read it who will, + They'll laugh their fill. + + + + + JACK AND JILL + AND + OLD DAME GILL. + + [Illustration] + + Read it who will, + They'll laugh their fill. + + +London. _Published by_ J. Aldis. _No. 9 Pavement, Moorfields._ + _17 March 1806._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + JACK and JILL, + Went up the hill, + To fetch a pail of water, + Jack fell down, + And broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after. + +[Illustration] + + Then up JACK got, + And home did trot, + As fast as he could caper; + DAME GILL did the job, + To plaster his nob, + With Vinegar and brown paper. + +[Illustration] + + Then JILL came in, + And she did grin, + To see JACK'S paper plaster, + Her mother put her, + A fools cap on, + For laughing at Jack's disaster. + +[Illustration] + + This made JILL pout, + And she ran out, + And JACK did quickly follow, + They rode dog Ball, + Jill got a fall, + How Jack did laugh and hollow. + +[Illustration] + + The DAME came out, + To know all about, + Jill said Jack made her tumble, + Says Jack I'll tell, + You how she fell, + Then judge if she need grumble. + +[Illustration] + + DAME GILL did grin, + As she went in, + And Jill was plagu'd Jack, O! + Will Goat came by, + And made Jack cry, + And knock'd him on his back, O! + +[Illustration] + + Now JILL did laugh, + And JACK did cry, + But his tears did soon abate, + Then Jill did say, + That they should play, + At sea-saw a cross the gate. + +[Illustration] + + They sea-saw'd high, + They sea-saw'd low, + At length they both did tumble, + We both are down, + We both must own, + Let neither of us grumble. + +[Illustration] + + Then the next thing, + They made a swing, + But JILL set up a big cry, + For the swing gave way, + In the midst of the play, + And threw her into the Pigstye. + +[Illustration] + + The SOW came by, + Says Jack I'll try, + If I cant ride this prancer, + He gave a jump, + On old sows rump, + But she led him a droll dance Sir. + +[Illustration] + + SOW ran and squal'd, + While JACK he bawl'd, + And JILL join'd in the choir, + Dog Ball being near, + Bit sow by the ear, + And threw Jack in the mire. + +[Illustration] + + Tho' JACK was not hurt, + He was all over dirt, + I wish you had but seen him, + And how JILL did jump, + With him to the pump, + And pump'd on him to clean him. + +[Illustration] + + Hearing the rout, + DAME GILL came out, + With a horse-whip from the door, + She laid it on Jack, + And poor Jill's back, + Untill they both did roar. + +[Illustration] + + BALL held sow's ear, + And both in rear, + Ran against old DAME and hither, + That she did fall, + Over sow and Ball, + How Jack and Jill did twiter. + +[Illustration] + + And now all three, + Went in to see, + To put the place to right all, + Which done they sup, + Then drink a cup, + And with you a good night all. + + + + + DAME GILL has been to ALDIS, + To buy them all Books, + You may see how they are pleased + By the smiles in their looks. + +[Illustration] + + Now if you are good and deserving regard, + This book full of Pictures shall be your reward. + +London. _Published by_ J. Aldis, _No. 9, Pavement, Moorfields._ +_March 17, 1806._ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Jack and Jill and Old Dame Gill, by Unknown + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24611.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24611.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2a34122648a8cee1e82d63a87abd256197bcab04 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24611.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE ADVENTURES OF SAMUEL AND SELINA + + + +JEAN C. ARCHER + + + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children. + + XIII. THE ADVENTURES OF + SAMUEL AND SELINA. + + + + +The Dumpy Books for Children. + +_Cloth, Royal 32 mo, 1/6 each._ + + * * * * * + + =I. THE FLAMP, THE AMELIORATOR, AND THE + SCHOOLBOY'S APPRENTICE.= By E. V. LUCAS. + (_Seventh Thousand._) + + =II. MRS. TURNER'S CAUTIONARY STORIES.= + (_Eighth Thousand._) + + =III. THE BAD FAMILY.= BY MRS. FENWICK. (_Fifth + Thousand._) + + =IV. THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO.= + Illustrated in Colours. BY HELEN BANNERMAN. + (_Forty-seventh Thousand._) + + =V. THE BOUNTIFUL LADY.= BY THOMAS COBB. + (_Fourth Thousand._) + + =VI. A CAT BOOK.= Portraits by H. OFFICER + SMITH. Characteristics by E. V. LUCAS. (_Eighth + Thousand._) + + =VII. A FLOWER BOOK.= Illustrated in Colours by + NELLIE BENSON. Story by EDEN COYBEE. (_Eighth + Thousand._) + + =VIII. THE PINK KNIGHT.= Illustrated in Colours + by J. R. MONSELL. (_Eighth Thousand._) + + =IX. THE LITTLE CLOWN.= BY THOMAS COBB. + + =X. A HORSE BOOK.= BY MARY TOURTEL. Illustrated + in Colours. (_Eighth Thousand._) + + =XI. LITTLE PEOPLE: An Alphabet.= By HENRY + MAYER. Verses by T. W. H. CROSLAND. Illustrated + in Colours. + + =XII. A DOG BOOK.= Illustrated in Colours by + CARTON MOORE PARK. Text by ETHEL BICKNELL. + + =XIII. THE ADVENTURES OF SAMUEL AND SELINA.= By + JEAN C. ARCHER. Illustrated in Colours. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS, + 48, Leicester Square. + + + + +THE ADVENTURES OF SAMUEL AND SELINA. + +By JEAN C. ARCHER. + + LONDON + GRANT RICHARDS. + 1902. + + + + +[Illustration: BENROSE & SONS L^{TD} + +DERBY LONDON & WATFORD] + + + In Spring, + While softly cooed + The Dove, + + Sam + Told Selina of + His Love. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The Summer Moon smiled on them both, + Selina plighted him her Troth. + + But Autumn brought a gayer Swain-- + Selina broke it off again. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + 'Tis Winter now-- + Selina's slack-- + She'd give her thumbs to have him back. + + Yet-- + When they met + She tossed her head; + + He + Stared at her and + Cut her dead! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + But Fate at last to them was kind: + It sent + a + Roaring, + Raging + Wind! + + Which, + Just as Sam was passing by, + Blew off Selina's Hat! + Oh! My! + + Sam + Caught it--by a daring jump. + + Selina's + Heart + went + Thump! Thump!! Thump!!! + + "Oh, Sam!" she cried; + Tears dimmed her sight-- + And after that it all came right. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They made it up--and very soon + They started on their Honeymoon. + + Selina proved a model wife, + Her Sam was all her joy in life; + She fetched his shoes and darned his hose, + And sympathized with all his woes. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + And, + As she let him have his say, + He loved her more from day to day; + And--on her birthday--for a spree, + Took her to the Menagerie. + + She revelled in the Monkey Walk, + Where Apes, of motley hue, + Each jumped--upon a yellow stick-- + All shining and brand new. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + And picture, children, how the Snarks + Rejoiced her frugal mind; + They ate the Buns, they ate the Bag, + And even stale cheese rind. + + The Jub-jub birds Selina fed, + But they were rude and rough; + They fought and scratched, + Nor would they stop + When they had had enough. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + At last, + When happy, hot and tired, + They found no more to see, + Sam took her to a shady spot + And treated her to tea. + + Selina's hat and dress he praised, + She clapped his feeblest puns; + It was a perfect carnival + Of sentiment and Buns! + + Much time, alas! they cannot spare, + Since holidays are few; + Soon, hand in hand, they start afresh + To seek adventures new. + + And all about along the walks + Stern "Cautions" they espy; + "You need not fear," said Samuel, + "While I, my love, am nigh." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Alas! how brief are mortal joys; + There comes an awful burbling noise! + + As, terror-struck, he turns to fly, + Too late he hears her anguished cry, + + "O Samuel! + O Samuel!! + + Beware! + The awful + Camuel"!!! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The Camel rushed! + The Camel flew! + Till all its spots were streaks of blue; + To Samuel it seemed to be + Itself a whole + Menagerie! + + The Camel chased him round and round; + He sank--exhausted--on the ground; + The Camel never noticed that, + But pranced along-- + with Sammy's hat. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + _And_--when it found its victim gone, + Imagine how the brute went on; + It bucked and reared + and kicked + and shied, + Till, finally, + It BUST! + and died. + + When Sammy heard the loud report + And saw the pieces fly, + He felt that sure as eggs was eggs, + He, too, must surely die. + + But brave Selina, though her tears + Fell all the while like rain, + Washed off the dirt and set him up + Upon his feet again. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She found the remnants of his hat, + And led him to the gate; + But there the Camel's owner stood + As large and grim as fate. + + Before they left, that greedy man + Took all the cash they had, + And turned their pockets inside-out + (Which made Selina mad). + + How different their coming home + From their gay start at morn; + They creep along--a sorry sight-- + Bedraggled and forlorn. + + He knows he showed a want of pluck, + Whatever she may say; + She feels that it was all her fault + For having a birthday. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + But--once at home--the ruddy blaze + Each drooping spirit cheers; + Sam sets Selina by the fire + And wipes away her tears. + + He draws her closer to his side; + He tootles on a comb, + And sings her, as her sobs subside, + A verse of "Home, Sweet Home." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24669.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24669.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f5ea75553c929d8b737662c17608706783b727ba --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24669.txt @@ -0,0 +1,433 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Suzan Flanagan and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + +The hyphenation (or lack thereof) matches the original text. Two +minor corrections were made in the following stories: CHARLES'S NEW +BOAT (changed the comma after the title to a period) and THE +MORN-ING LES-SON (capitalized "their"). + + + + + LITTLE SCENES + + FOR + + LITTLE FOLKS, + + IN WORDS NOT EXCEEDING TWO SYLLABLES. + + With Coloured Engravings. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON: + + WILLIAM DARTON AND SON, + + HOLBORN HILL. + + _One Shilling._ + + + + + LITTLE SCENES + + FOR + + LITTLE FOLKS, + + IN WORDS NOT EXCEEDING TWO SYLLABLES. + + With Coloured Engravings. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON: + + WILLIAM DARTON AND SON, + + HOLBORN-HILL. + + + + +[Illustration] + +GO-ING TO CHURCH. + + +How neat and nice this lit-tle boy and his sis-ter look, go-ing in +their Sun-day clothes to church! The lit-tle girl has, I dare say, +her prayer book in her bag, and her bro-ther has his un-der his +arm. They seem by their fa-ces, to be good chil-dren, and ap-pear +ve-ry fond of each oth-er. They have been taught by their kind +pa-rents, that it is their du-ty to at-tend di-vine wor-ship, and +pray to God, and the lit-tle girl is point-ing out to her broth-er +the poor old wo-man on her way to church, and seems to be prais-ing +her good-ness. + + + + +[Illustration] + +PRET-TY POLL. + + +Up-on my word, this is a ve-ry pret-ty look-ing par-rot, and the +children seem much pleas-ed with it. I hope they ne-ver play a-ny +tricks with it, or try to tease it, for par-rots when an-gry can +bite pret-ty hard. Poll and her young friends seem to be quite on +good terms, but I should not like to have my fin-ger so near her +bill, unless I were cer-tain of her be-ing in a good hu-mour. +Par-rots a-muse us much by their be-ing able to learn to talk far +bet-ter than a-ny o-ther bird. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FLOW-ER GAR-DEN. + + +What a pret-ty scene a flow-er gar-den af-fords! Roses, tu-lips, +wall-flowers, and ma-ny oth-ers, a-like pleasing to the sight and +the smell. The lit-tle boy de-serves to en-joy all the plea-sure +that the gar-den can pro-cure him; for he is at work with his +tools, his spade, his bar-row, and his roll-ing stone, which shews +a de-sire of mak-ing him-self use-ful. I be-lieve, too, he has +kind-ly gi-ven his eld-est sis-ter the rose at which she is +smell-ing, and he will I have no doubt, help the young-est in +fill-ing her bas-ket. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE NEW DOLL. + + +We must con-fess that the lit-tle lass with the doll in her hand, +makes a ve-ry cle-ver and care-ful nurse. She is shew-ing her new +trea-sure to her friend on her right with no small de-gree of +pride, at which we need not won-der, nor at the man-ner in which +the oth-er ap-pears to ad-mire it, for it is a ve-ry hand-some +af-fair. It must have cost the lit-tle girl's pa-pa and ma-ma a +great deal of mo-ney, and I hope she will know how to va-lue and +take care of it, and not throw it a-bout af-ter she has had it a +lit-tle while, and get tir-ed of it, as I have known some silly +children do. + + + + +[Illustration] + +A WALK WITH MA-MA. + + +This lit-tle boy and girl, may ve-ry well be in high spi-rits. +Their ma-ma is not of-ten a-ble to go out with them, for the +in-fant takes up a great deal of her time, and she has ma-ny oth-er +things to at-tend to at home, so that the chil-dren most-ly walk +with the ser-vant. But to-day, ma-ma is at lei-sure, and they have +set out for a nice walk in the fields, ba-by and all. The child-ren +seem rea-dy to skip with de-light, and e-ven Tray shares in their +joy. We wish the par-ty much pleasure. + + + + +[Illustration] + +A RIDE WITH MA-MA. + + +Well, this is a tru-ly sty-lish set-out. The pair of long-tailed +hor-ses are per-fect beau-ties, and the post-lad has no need to use +the whip to them. I do not won-der that the lit-tle folks enjoy +their ride so much, in such a nice car-riage, and through such a +love-ly coun-try, and, above all as they are a-long with their kind +ma-ma, who is point-ing out all that she thinks like-ly to a-muse +them. I am sure they have been good chil-dren, or their ma-ma would +not have ta-ken them with her. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE PET LAMB. + + +What a pret-ty, tame, gen-tle crea-ture and how fond-ly its young +mis-tress seems to ca-ress it. Yet I am al-most a-fraid that her +kind-ness is car-ried to ex-cess, and that she hugs the lamb +ra-ther too close for its com-fort. In-deed its looks near-ly +ex-press as much. Her bro-ther ap-pears ful-ly to share in her +fond-ness for the lamb. He has a bas-ket of gay flowers stand-ing +on the ground be-side him, and is making a gar-land for the neck of +the pet, which when, dress-ed out, will no doubt cut a ve-ry smart +fi-gure. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CHARLES'S NEW BOAT. + + +Our young sail-or has just launch-ed his new ves-sel, and a ve-ry +neat and trim one it is. The rig-ging is in good or-der, and the +wind fills the spread-ing sails brave-ly. The grace and beau-ty of +the bark seems great-ly to de-light Charles, as well as his two +sis-ters, who have come to par-take in the plea-sure of the scene. +I do not know what car-go the ves-sel has on board, but I think +there is not much dan-ger of her be-ing wreck-ed, as she is not +like-ly to sail far out of her mas-ter's care and sight. + + + + +[Illustration] + +KIND-NESS TO THE POOR. + + +What a plea-sure it is to see chil-dren with good and kind hearts. +How the sweet lit-tle girl ap-pears to pi-ty the poor in-firm old +wo-man to whom she is giv-ing her pen-ny, and so does her broth-er +who has be-fore giv-en his share of re-lief. And their good ma-ma +stands look-ing on with de-light, as she may well do, at the +con-duct of her off-spring. If we did but re-flect on the com-forts +which God al-lows us to en-joy, while so ma-ny poor crea-tures are +in want and sick-ness and sor-row, we should al-ways be glad to +shew our-selves grate-ful to him by help-ing those who are in +dis-tress. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE PET DOG. + + +Stand up, Pom-pey! You are on-ly half a sol-di-er yet. You have got +your gun in your hand, but we must put your hel-met on be-sides to +make you com-plete. Poor Pom-pey! he is as peace-ful and quiet as a +lamb, and willing to do a-ny thing that he can which he is told to +do. The chil-dren round him seem kind and fond of him, and I trust +they will not keep him stand-ing long, be-cause, though it may +a-muse them to see him play a trick or two, this pos-ture is not +easy to him. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ROCK-ING HORSE. + + +This is a fa-mous dash-ing steed, and he ap-pears to have a ve-ry +smart, ac-tive young ri-der. He has a firm and grace-ful seat, and +has his reins well in hand. He rides too with a great deal of +cou-rage, al-though we must ad-mit that his charg-er is not like-ly +to swerve from the course which he wish-es him to keep, nor, though +go-ing at full gal-lop, is there any dan-ger of his be-ing thrown +or run a-way with by the do-cile crea-ture on which he is +mount-ed. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE POOR BLACK. + + +In some parts of the world, where the sun is ve-ry hot, the skins +of the peo-ple, in-stead of be-ing white, like ours, are quite +black; these folks are call-ed ne-groes. Some wick-ed men take them +from their homes, and make them slaves and ill-treat them; and +ma-ny sil-ly chil-dren are a-fraid of them, be-cause they seem +ugly. I am glad to see that our young friends have been taught +bet-ter. They are look-ing with pi-ty at the poor black man, and +the lit-tle one is giv-ing him some re-lief. They know that God +made all men of all col-ours, and that we are all e-qual be-fore +him. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE NEW SHOES. + + +Yes, baby is smart in-deed now. How proud she is of her new shoes, +and how ea-ger she is to put out her lit-tle feet to shew them to +her bro-ther and sis-ter, who seem scarce-ly less pleas-ed than +her-self. Her ma-ma too looks with de-light up-on the plea-sure her +ba-by feels, and for-gets all the trou-ble she her-self has had. I +do not know how chil-dren can be grate-ful e-nough to their kind +parents who thus pro-vide for all their wants and plea-sures in +their help-less age. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BRO-KEN DOLL. + + +Here is a sad piece of mis-chief, and, if I am right in my guess, +Mad-am Puss, by the man-ner in which she is scud-ding out of the +room is the au-thor of it. I sus-pect that, while the doll was +ly-ing upon the stool, the cat be-gan to play with its long +clothes, till she pull-ed it down on the floor, where it got broken +as we see. Care might have spar-ed this loss. If the lit-tle girl, +be-fore go-ing to her mu-sic, had put the doll in a high place out +of puss's reach, all would have been safe. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CLE-VER CHARLES AND STEA-DY JANE. + + +This is a sight worth look-ing at. No one i-dle but all mak-ing +some good use of their time. Ma-ma is sett-ing a good pat-tern. She +is bu-sy in read-ing while lit-tle Jane is work-ing close-ly at her +needle, and her el-der bro-ther Charles is tak-ing on the Globe the +mea-sure of the dis-tance be-tween two pla-ces. Their ma-ma must +feel much plea-sure in see-ing her chil-dren em-ploy them-selves so +well, and af-ter their work is o-ver, they will en-joy their play, +when they go to it, more than la-zy folks can ever do. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE MORN-ING LES-SON. + + +We need not ask wheth-er these two chil-dren have learn-ed their +morn-ing les-son as they ought. Their own smil-ing fa-ces, and the +pleas-ed looks of their pa-pa are quite e-nough to tell us that +they are go-ing through their la-bours in a pro-per man-ner, and +not like some lit-tle folks that stop, and blun-der, and stam-mer, +and are al-ways want-ing to be told. 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CLARKE + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE REG'LAR LARK + + +The Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird; +At sunrise often may his voice be heard +As jauntily he wends his homeward way, +And trills a fresh and merry roundelay. +And some old, wise philosopher has said: +Rise with a lark, and with a lark to bed. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE HUMBUG + + +Although a learned Entomologist +May doubt if Humbugs really do exist, +Yet each of us, I'm sure, can truly say +We've seen a number of them in our day. +But are they real?--well, a mind judicial +Perhaps would call them false and artificial. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE POPPYCOCK + + +The Poppycock's a fowl of English breed, +And therefore many think him fine indeed. +Credulous people's ears he would regale, +And so he crows aloud and spreads his tale. +But he is stuffed with vain and worthless words; +Fine feathers do not always make fine birds. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE HAYCOCK + + +The Haycock cannot crow; he has no brains, +No,--not enough to go in when it rains. +He is not gamy,--fighting's not his forte, +A Haycock fight is just no sort of sport. +Down in the meadow all day long he'll bide, +(That is a little hay-hen by his side.) + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE POWDER MONKEY + + +A Theory, by scientists defended, +Declares that we from monkeys are descended. +This being thus, we therefore clearly see +The Powder-Monkey heads some pedigree. +Ah, yes,--from him descend by evolution, +The Dames and Daughters of the Revolution. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE TREE CALF + + +The sportive Tree Calf here we see, +He builds his nest up in a tree; +To this strange dwelling-place he cleaves +Because he is so fond of leaves. +'Twas his ancestral cow, I trow, +Jumped o'er the moon, so long ago. +But he is not so great a rover, +Though at the last he runs to cover. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE MILITARY FROG + + +The Military Frog, as well you know, +Is the famed one who would a-wooing go. +And on the soldier's manly breast displayed, +He wins the heart of every blushing maid. +But, as a frog, I think he's incomplete, +He has no good hind legs that we may eat. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FEATHER BOA + + +This animal of which I speak +Is a most curious sort of freak. +Though Serpent would its form describe, +Yet it is of the feathered tribe. +And 'tis the snake, I do believe, +That tempted poor old Mother Eve, +For never woman did exist +Who could its subtle charm resist. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BRICK BAT + + +Oft through the stillness of the summer night +We see the Brick Bat take his rapid flight. +And, with unerring aim, descending straight, +He meets a cat on the back garden gate. +The little Brick Bat could not fly alone,-- +Oh, no; there is a power behind the thrown. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CAT O' NINE TAILS + + +The Cat O' Nine Tails is not very nice,-- +No good at all at catching rats and mice; +She eats no fish, though living on the sea, +And no one's friend or pet she seems to be. +Yet oft she makes it lively for poor Jack,-- +Curls round his legs, and jumps upon his back. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ROUND ROBIN + + +Here's the Round Robin, round as any ball; +You scarce can see his head or tail at all. +He's not a carrier-pigeon, though he brings +Important messages beneath his wings. +And 'tis this freak of ornithology +They mean who say, "A little bird told me." + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE IRON SPIDER + + +The Iron Spider is an insect strange, +He loves to stand upon a red-hot range. +Unlike his race, he's not an octoped, +He has but three legs and he has no head. +Had this but been the kind Miss Muffet saw +'Twould not have filled the maiden with such awe. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BOOKWORM + + +The Bookworm's an uninteresting grub, +Whether he's all alone or in a club. +Of stupid books which seem to us a bore, +The Bookworm will devour the very core. +Did Solomon or somebody affirm +The early reed-bird catches the bookworm? + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BLACK SHEEP + + +The Black Sheep is a beast all men should shun-- +He has no fleece yet fleeces every one; +Though without horns, oft with a horn he's seen; +Though not a lamb, he gambles on the green. +Perhaps he's not a sheep, as some suggest, +But a grim wolf who's in sheep's clothing dressed. + + + + +[Illustration] + +TIME FLIES + + +Time Flies are well-known insects; sages claim +That Tempus Fugit is their rightful name. +When we're on idleness or pleasure bent, +They sting our conscience and our fun prevent. +We hear them winter mornings ere we rise, +And oft in fly-time we observe Time Flies. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE APPLE BEE + + +In country villages is found +The Apple Bee with buzzing sound. +And when our ears it does regale +We find a sting is in its tale. +As to its food,--the Apple Bee +Is fond of doughnuts, cheese and tea. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE WELSH RABBIT + + +See the Welsh Rabbit--he is bred on cheese; +(Or cheese on bread, whichever way you please.) +Although he's tough, he looks so mild, who'd think +That a strong man from this small beast would shrink? +But close behind him follows the nightmare, +Beware of them, they are a frightful pair. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CRICKET BAT + + +The Cricket Bat is very often seen +Flying perchance around the village green; +But unlike many other bats, its flight +Is always made by day and not by night. +There may be one exception though,--and that +Is when it's aimed at some stray neighboring Cat. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE COMMON SWALLOW + + +The Common Swallow is so swift of flight, +We scarcely see him ere he's out of sight. +One does not make a summer, it is true, +But many of them cause a fall or two. +The Swallow's strong when he is in his prime, +And yet a man can down him every time. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE TOMAHAWK + + +The Tomahawk's a fearsome bird, we deem; +Though feathered tribes hold him in great esteem; +A bird of prey, he whizzes through the air, +And clutches his pale victim by the hair. +Gory and grewsome,--he is the mainstay +Of the historic novel of to-day. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE JAIL-BIRD + + +This is a Jail-bird. Isn't it a shame +To keep him in a cage and try to tame +His wild desires for freedom? See him droop +Behind his bars. He wants to fly the coop. +But to beguile his tedious, lonely hours +Kind ladies bring him nosegays of bright flowers. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ROYAL SEAL + + +This noble beast's impressive form is seen +'Mong the possessions of a king or queen. +Hard-favored, yet so valuable is he, +He's ever kept beneath a lock and key. +And, since his temper can't find vent in speech, +He stamps and punches everything in reach. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THE FIRE DOGS + + +Here are two Fire Dogs--they are queer, indeed; +They seem to come of a three-legged breed. +They have no tails, their bark is on their back; +They hunt in couples, never in a pack. +The day's work over, 'tis a pleasant sight +To find them waiting by the fire at night. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE MACKEREL KIT + + +This funny little Mackerel Kit +Is not like other cats a bit; +She cannot mew or scratch or purr, +She has no whiskers and no fur. +Yet, like all cats, her dearest wish +Is just to be filled up with fish; +But (and this isn't so feline) +She always takes them steeped in brine. + + + + +[Illustration] + +GOLF LYNX + + +This is the merry Golf Lynx, as you see; +An amiable beast, and fond of tee. +Indigenous to all the country round, +His snaky length lies prone along the ground. +It is the fashion o'er this beast to rave, +But have a care, lest you become his slave. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE TRAVELING CRANE + + +The Traveling Crane's a bird, of course, +Yet he possesses wondrous force. +A bird of burden he must be, +He lifts and pulls so mightily. +And sometimes he will grasp his prey, +And with it rise and soar away. +His plumage is not fine, but then, +He's of the greatest use to men. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FLYING BUTTRESS + + +The Flying Buttress, every day and night, +Continues in his long, unwearied flight. +He's not a song-bird, but he's said to be +Famed for his beauty and his Symmetry. +He frequents an old abbey or a manse; +The ostrich eats him if he gets a chance. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SEA PUSS + + +In ocean waters the Sea Puss is found, +Cat-like, forever chasing round and round. +She has no claws, but crouching sly and low +She stealthily puts out her undertow. +And when an old seadog comes in her way +I'll warrant you there is the deuce to pay! + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BATTERING RAM + + +This is the Battering Ram, a fearful beast, +I think he weighs a thousand tons at least. +Stronger than any other kind of butter, +He goes his way calmly, without a flutter. +Big as an elephant, bigger than a horse, +He seems the best example of brute force. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SPRING CHICKEN + + +Here's the Spring Chicken. I have heard +They manufacture this queer bird +From bits of leather and of strings +All joined and worked by tiny springs. +Whenever this fine fowl is broiled, +Each of his springs should be well oiled, +Or he may spring across the room +And plunge his carver into gloom. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SHUTTLECOCK + + +The Shuttlecock's a handsome fowl to see, +His feathers grow straight upward like a tree. +He cannot crow, but oftentimes his flight +Will reach up to a most astounding height. +He is a gamecock, and, in fighting trim, +There are not many birds that equal him. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SAW-BUCK + + +The Saw-Buck is a fearsome beast. +The tramp objects to it, at least. +When to the housewife he applies +For coffee or for apple-pies, +Right speedily he'll turn and leave her +When he is seized with Saw-Buck Fever. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE PIGEON TOAD + + +The Pigeon Toad's a funny little beast, +He's found in every land from West to East. +The children bring him in, to our amaze, +And though we try to turn him out, he stays. +He's never seen with soldiers, nor with fops, +But with the schoolboys how he jumps and hops. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE GOLDEN BUCK + + +Perhaps because it's easily approached, +The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached. +'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty, +It may be found at many a gay stag-party. +No branching antlers this strange beast adorn, +But with the Golden Buck we take a horn. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BUMBLE PUPPY + + +This is the Bumblepuppy. He's quite tame, +Although he's said to be a sort of game. +You scorn him, yet you must--ah, there's the rub-- +Accept him at your table or your club. +He has his points, yet he's a pest, indeed; +I would we could exterminate the breed. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE WATCH DOG + + +This useful animal we keep +To guard our treasure while we sleep. +A pointer, not a setter, yet +He's of no use unless he's set. +Gaze on his open, honest face,-- +There's no deception in his case. +He is attached to us, 'tis plain, +Though often by a slender chain. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE GOLD EAGLE + + +Here's the Gold Eagle. Very rare. They say +This bird is worth ten dollars any day. +He has no wings, apparently, yet I +Or you, or anyone can make him fly. +He's very powerful--held in great esteem; +And money talks, so let the eagle scream. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BUGBEAR + + +Of all the fearsome beasts beneath the sun +The Bugbear is the most appalling one. +At night he comes and hovers o'er our bed, +Filling us with a nameless fear and dread. +He is not half so terrible by day-- +Sometimes he shrinks and dwindles quite away. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE IRISH BULL + + +Among the stock jokes it is oft averred +The Irish Bull is best of all the heard. +He has no points, he has no head or tail, +But many a jovial party he'll regale. +And all his hearers will with laughter choke, +Except his brother John, who sees no joke. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE JAY + + +'Tis very strange, and yet, upon my word, +This silly fellow thinks he is a bird! +He lives on hayseed,--everywhere he's found, +But in the country he does most abound. +And at the approach of winter, (more's the pity), +A flock of jays will migrate to the city. + + + + +[Illustration] + +FOREBEARS + + +Misled by certain signs of form and shape, +Some think we are descended from the ape. +But recent science now the truth declares +The human race descended from Forebears. +And since we're so inclined to war, I'll wager +One of our Forebears was the Ursa Major. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE HIGH HORSE + + +The High Horse often takes a foremost place +Among the winners of the human race. +They say one needs both brawn and brain to ride him, +And even then 'tis very hard to guide him. +His jockeys gaily prance and boldly scoff, +But soon or late they're sure to tumble off. + + +The End. + + + * * * * * + +Books By + +CAROLYN WELLS + +Children of Our Town +Abeniki Caldwell +The Merry-Go-Round +A Phenomenal Fauna + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg249.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg249.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..feb8c855987dcb57f67148774e671e1d1b87c503 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg249.txt @@ -0,0 +1,272 @@ + + + + + +Photographs of 20,000 Year Old Cave Paintings + +by Monsieur Jean Clottes + +Presumed to be under copyright. + + + + +We are not sure Mr. Clottes wants to keep a copyright on these, +or whether he wants to put them in the Public Domain; in either +case, we would prefer not to jeopardize his rights, and we thus +are preparing this release as if it were copyrighted in 1995. + +The translation in the original message we received was: +"All rights reserved" so we are presuming the copyright. +"Tous droits reserves" in the original French message... +which is also included in this package and in English. + +If you want to get permission to use these for more uses than a +private one, we suggest you contact the Minstry of Culture. + +Here is the permission statement we received in both French and +English, and we are VERY glad to have received it on such short +notice, and did not want to disturb things further by asking an +additional time for more details. + + +Monsieur, + +Comme suite votre courrier ilectronique du 7 fivrier dernier, je vous informe +que M. Jean Clottes, conseiller scientifique du sous-directeur de l'archiologie +et auteur des quatre photographies et du texte sur la grotte ricemment +dicouverte en Ardhche, a donni son autorisation pour l'utilisation de ses +photographies dans le cadre du projet de CD-ROM Gutenberg. + +Merci de ne pas oublier de mentionner son nom sur les documents publiis. + + +Sir, + +As per your email of February 7th, I informed Mr. Jean Clottes, Scientific +Consul to the Deputy-Director of Archeology and author of the four +photographs and the texts concerning the cave paintings discovered +in Ardhche, to get his authorization for the utilization +of his photographs by the staff of Project Gutenberg's CDROM. + +Please do not forget to mention his name in the documents you publish. + + + + +Following are the English- and French-language descriptions. + + + + +AN EXCEPTIONAL ARCHEOLOGICAL DISCOVERY + +A Paleolithical Embellished Cave found in France (Ardeche) + +An exceptional archeological discovery has been made public on +January 17, 1995, by the Minister of Culture and French-Speaking +language (Francophonie), Mr. Jacques TOUBON. + +Discovered during December 1994 at Vallon-Pont-d'Arc (Ardeche, +France), the cave, composed of several spacious galleries and +dens, is adorned with some 300 paleolithical paintings and +engravings (dating 18,000 - 20,000 years before present time), +which focus on a wide variety of animals including bears, owls, +mammooths, rhinos and felines. + +The cave has also retained several vestiges of human activities: +fireplaces (hearths), entailed flints and other clues which denote an +evolution in tools and habits. Totally left intact and untouched by any +human intrusion throughout the ages, the cave represents and +exceptional source of studies for archeologists. + +In the wake of the artistical and archeological interest spawned by +this thrilling discovery of national and international importance, the +Director of Cultural Heritage has signed on January 13th the +proceedings to classify the site. (I don't know if the translation +makes sense: a "classified site" is a site which, due to its cultural +importance, becomes an official patrimony of the nation.) This +urgency measure, taking effect immediately, confers the cave for +one year the same statute and privileges which the historical +monuments benefit. + +In order to ensure the preservation and the security of the cave, the +Prefect of Ardeche has also signed on January 13 a by-law +prohibiting the access to the cavity. + +Paris, January the 18th, 1995 + + + + + + +This is the original message we received in French. + + + + +Decouverte d'une grotte +ornee paleolithique a Vallon-Pont-d'Arc +(Ardeche) + +Cliches : Ministere de la culture et de la francophonie - Direction du +Patrimoine +Jean Clottes. Tous droits reserves. + + +Une decouverte archeologique d'une importance exceptionnelle vient +d'intervenir dans les gorges de l'Ardeche, en limite du site naturel +classe, en l'espece d'un vaste reseau souterrain orne d'un tres grand +nombre de peintures et de gravures d'epoque paleolithique (vers +18000-20000 ans avant le present). + +La decouverte est intervenue sur le territoire de la commune de +Vallon-Pont-d'Arc, le 25 decembre dernier, dans le cadre d'une +prospection archeologique autorisee au titre des dispositions de la loi +validee du 27 septembre 1941 portant reglementation de la recherche +archeologique de France. Elle est le fait de M. Jean-Marie Chauvet, +agent de surveillance titulaire au sein du Service regional de +l'archeologie (D.R.A.C Rhône-Alpes) assiste de deux benevoles Mme +Eliette Brunel-Deschamps et M. Christian Hillaire. + + +Au terme d'une desobstruction manuelle conduite dans un boyau tres +etroit marquant le fond d'une cavite mineure s'ouvrant dans les +falaises du Cirque d'Estre, les inventeurs ont debouche par une +cheminee dans un tres vaste reseau totalement vierge, richement +concretionne et recelant de nombreux restes paleontologiques en place +(os d'ours de cavernes- Ursus spelaeus- dans leur bauge d'hibernation). +Les galeries, fortement dimensionnees (section de 5 x 4 metres en +moyenne), joignent plusieurs vastes salles (jusqu'a 70 x 40 metres) et +sont, de place en place, decorees de peintures et de gravures de +figurations animalieres isolees ou organisees en panneaux comprenant +plus de cinquante unites dont les dimensions varient de 0,50 m a 4 +metres de long. Au total, environ 300 peintures a l'ocre rouge ou au +noir ont ete actuellement observees et au moins autant de gravures. On +remarque plusieurs cas de superposition, et, localement, des voiles +concretionnes ou des griffades d'ours, l'ensemble de ces faits +authentifiant (s'il en etait besoin) l'anciennete de ces decors. + +a chaque extremite du reseau visite on peut constater la presence +d'acces anciens actuellement colmates par des eboulis et des depots +argileux. + +L'ensemble des galeries parcourues cumule un lineaire de plusieurs +centaines de metres au long duquel se developpe un bestiaire tres +original et particulierement varie (chevaux, rhinoceros, lions, bisons, +aurochs, ours, pantheres, mammouths, bouquetins, hiboux, etc...) +accompagne de signes symboliques, de panneaux ponctues et de mains +positives ou negatives. + +Au plan artistique, il se degage un ensemble absolument unique dans le +Sud de la France, que son importance et son originalite placent au meme +rang que l'ensemble figure de Lascaux meme s'il n'offre pas de +veritable polychromie ni le meme dimensionnement des representations. + +Partout, les traits peints ou graves sont plus ou moins concretionnes. +Les traits peints, vus dans leurs details, presentent l'aspect erode +caracteristique des peintures anciennes, meme celles apparemment les +mieux conservees. En outre, la grotte est vierge, avec des sols intacts +et d'innombrables vestiges non touches. Dans une salle, un ensemble de +gravures (cheval, mammouth, hibou) se trouve sur une retombee de voute +a 5 ou 6 m du sol ; au-dessous, un vaste effondrement ancien explique +ce qui s'est passe : une aspiration a provoque la formation de cet +entonnoir et le sol sur lequel se trouvait l'artiste a alors disparu, +de sorte que les gravures sont maintenant inaccessibles. Donc, +l'authenticite est evidente. + + +La zone a peintures rouges comprend plusieurs panneaux de points, +auxquels s'ajoutent parfois des signes, y compris des signes complexes +originaux. Les panneaux avec des animaux rouges sont divers : dans une +petite galerie, un cerf, est suivi tout au fond, de trois ours des +cavernes et d'un cheval. Ailleurs, un grand panneau comprend plusieurs +ours, dont un a l'avant-train tachete, un felin lui aussi tachete sur +le haut du corps, un bouquetin et deux mammouths. Sur une paroi se +voient un enorme rhinoceros a la corne disproportionnee, trois autres +rhinoceros, un mammouth, deux felins, quatre mains positives et deux ou +trois negatives, un demi-cercles de points rouges, un grand bovine, +un signe fait de deux demi-cercles accoles. En tout, outre les points +et les signes, plusieurs mains negatives completes et les mains +positives, une trentaine de representations animales rouges et deux +petites tetes de chevaux jaunes ont deja ete denombres. L'ours domine +suivi du mammouth, du cheval, du rhinoceros, du felin ; le cerf, le +bouquetin, l'aurochs, les indetermines, n'etant representes qu'a un +seul exemplaire chacun. + + + +Une centaine de figures noires a ete denombree : les rhinoceros +dominent largement, suivis des felins puis des chevaux, les ours, des +rennes, des bisons, des aurochs. On note la presence de mammouths, de +cerfs megaceros, d'un bouquetin, de deux indetermines. Parmi les +gravures, a noter 5 mammouths, 3 bouquetins, 2 rhinoceros, 2 chevaux, 1 +aurochs, 1 hibou. + +La facture de ces representations est excellente. Les proportions des +corps sont naturalistes. Il s'agit surtout de dessins au trait, encore +que certains presentent des a-plats de peinture a l'interieur des tetes +ou des corps et un rendu savant du modele. De nombreux details +anatomiques sont precises, de sorte que les animaux sont le plus +souvent determinables sans ambiguite quant a l'espece et meme quant au +sexe (femelles bisons, par exemple). Les dessins noirs ont "un air de +famille" : la composition des panneaux, la facture des animaux, la +technique employee partout avec une egale maitrise feraient penser a +une meme "main". On peut legitimement se demander s'il ne s'agirait +pas, en tres grande partie, de l'œuvre d'une seule personne, un +grand maitre du trait. Les recherches futures le preciseront. + +Par le nombre et la diversite des œuvres, par leur qualite esthetique +et leur conservation, par leur originalite aussi (dominance d'especes +rares ailleurs), par la preservation du contexte, cette grotte est +unique et d'une importance mondiale. C'est l'un des plus grand chefs +d'œuvres de l'art prehistorique. + +Au plan paleontologique, la cavite recele egalement les restes d'une +centaine d'ursides, soit en place dans leur loge d'hibernation, soit en +position secondaire, que les os aient ete deplaces par le passage de +l'Homme, ou que certains cranes aient ete redisposes par lui en des +emplacements privilegies de la grotte (par exemple au centre d'une +salle en rotonde, sur un bloc rocheux). + +Cette abondance de restes dans un milieu preserve de toute perturbation +moderne confere un second caractere d'importance a la decouverte. + +Au plan archeologique, il convient de souligner le caractere unique +d'un milieu clos exempt de toute intrusion et de tout remaniement. +Outre les figurations, l'Homme a laisse dans la cavite de nombreux +temoins de ses activites : foyers, silex tailles, traces de torches +d'eclairage, amenagements de blocs rocheux, agencement de restes +faunistiques et, surtout, de tres nombreuses empreintes de cheminement +melees a celles des ours qui ont ete leurs contemporains dans les +galeries. On remarque egalement des points d'extraction du sediment : +confection de boulettes d'argile, recherche d'oxydes de fer et de +manganese pour la confection des peintures. + +a ce jour, il parait que la grotte est le seul reseau orne totalement +intact qui nous soit parvenu depuis le Paleolithique. + +Au plan de l'etude du milieu, la tres recente ouverture de la cavite +permettra d'en etudier la climatologie interne. Il convient aussi de +souligner la puissance des depots sedimentaires que la reprise +d'erosion posterieure a l'occupation humaine a permis de mettre +ponctuellement en evidence dans des puits de dissolution diriges vers +le reseau perenne toujours actif a ce jour. La carbonatation des +galeries est egalement intervenue apres le passage de l'Homme, scellant +en de nombreux points des artefacts dans la calcite. + +Il existe la une occasion unique d'etude naturaliste visant a retracer +l'evolution des milieux naturels durant le dernier glaciaire et +l'Holocene. + +C'est la convergence de l'ensemble de ces caracteres, deja +exceptionnels pour chacun d'entre eux, qui confere une importance +absolue au reseau nouvellement decouvert. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24995.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24995.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..016c5e6f169a5d985a0d9fde08476dccc5bf5902 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg24995.txt @@ -0,0 +1,293 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE AMERICANS IN THE SOUTH SEAS + +From "The Tapu Of Banderah and Other Stories" + +By Louis Becke + +C. Arthur Pearson Ltd. + +1901 + + + +Perhaps the proper title of this article should be "The Influence of +American Enterprise upon the Maritime Development of the first Colony +in Australia," but as such a long-winded phrase would convey, at the +outset, no clearer conception of the subject-matter than that of "The +Americans in the South Seas," we trust our readers will be satisfied +with the simpler title. + +It is curious, when delving into some of the dry-as-dust early +Australian and South Sea official records, or reading the more +interesting old newspapers and books of "Voyages," to note how soon the +Americans "took a hand" in the South Sea trade, and how quickly they +practically monopolised the whaling industry in the Pacific, from the +Antipodes to Behring Straits. + +The English Government which had despatched the famous "First Fleet" +of convict transports to the then unknown shores of Botany Bay, had not +counted upon an American intrusion into the Australian Seas, and when +it came, Cousin Jonathan did not receive a warm welcome from the English +officials stationed in the newly founded settlement on the shore of +Sydney Cove, as the first settlement in Australia was then called. This +was scarcely to be wondered at, for many of those officers who formed +part of the "First Fleet" expedition had fought in the war of the +rebellion, and most of them knew, what was a fact, that the English +Government only a few years earlier had seriously considered proposals +for colonising New South Wales with American loyalists, who would have, +in their opinion, made better settlers than convicts. And it is probable +that if the crowded state of the English gaols and prison hulks had not +forced the Government into quickly finding penal settlements for their +prisoners, the plan would have been carried out. + +When his Majesty's ship _Guardian_ under the command of Nelson's "brave +captain, Riou," was wrecked off the Cape of Good Hope, and her cargo of +stores, badly needed by the starving colonists of New South Wales, were +lying at Cape Town without means of transport, an American merchant +skipper saw his chance and offered to convey them to Sydney Cove. But +the English officers, although they knew that the colony was starving, +were afraid to take the responsibility of chartering a "foreign" +ship. Lieutenant King--afterwards to become famous in Australian +history--wrote to the almost heartbroken and expectant Governor Phillip +from the Cape as follows: "There is here a Whitehaven man who, on his +own head, intends going immediately to America and carrying out two +vessels, one of 100 or 120 tons--a Marble Head schooner--and the other a +brig of 150 tons, both of which he means to load with salt beef and +pork which he can afford to sell in the colony at 7d. a pound. He wished +encouragement from me, but anything of that kind being out of my power +to give him, he has taken a decided part and means to run the risque. I +mention this so that you may know what is meant." + +This "risque," undertaken by the adventurous "Whitehaven man" was the +genesis of the American trading and whaling industry in the Southern +Seas, and American enterprise had much to do with the development of the +infant colony of New South Wales, inasmuch as American ships not only +brought cargoes of food to the starving colonists, but American whalemen +showed the unskilled British seamen (in this respect) how to kill the +sperm whale and make a profit of the pursuit of the leviathan of the +Southern Seas. + +In 1791 some returning convict transports, whose captains had provided +themselves with whaling gear, engaged in the whale fishing in the South +Pacific on their way home to England. Whales in plenty were seen, but +the men who manned the boats were not the right sort of men to kill +them--they knew nothing of sperm-whaling, although some of them had had +experience of right whaling in the Arctic Seas--a very different +and tame business indeed to the capture of the mighty cachalot. +Consequently, they were not very successful, but the Enderby Brothers, +a firm of London shipowners, were not to be easily discouraged, and +they sent out vessel after vessel, taking care to engage some skilled +American whalemen for each ship. Sealing parties were formed and landed +upon islands in Bass's Straits, and regular whaling and sealing stations +were formed at several points on the Australian coast, and by 1797 the +whale fishing had become of such importance that a minute was issued by +the Board of Trade, dated December 26th, setting forth that the merchant +adventurers of the southern whale fishery had memoralised the Board to +the effect that the restrictions of the East India company and the war +with Spain prevented the said whalers from successfully carrying on +their business, and that the Board had requested the East India Company, +while protecting its own trading rights, to do something towards +admitting other people to trade. The effect of the Board's +minute--worded of course in much more "high falutin" language as should +be the case when a mere Board of Trade addressed such a high and mighty +corporation as the Honourable East India Company--was that directors +permitted whaling to be carried on at Kerguelen's Land (in the Indian +Ocean), off the coasts of New Holland, the New Hebrides, New Caledonia, +New Zealand, the Philippines and Formosa, but they restrained trading +further north than the Equator and further east than 51 deg. of east +longitude, and that restraint remained for a long time to come. + +For the Spanish war trouble the whalers took another remedy: they +obtained letters of marque and pretty soon added successful privateering +to their whaling ventures, and the Spaniards on the coast of Peru and +on the Spanish Pacific Islands before a year had passed found that an +English whaler was a vessel armed with other weapons besides harpoons +and lances, and was a good ship to keep clear of. + +By this time the Americans were taking a share in the whaling and +sealing industries--rather more than their share the Englishmen thought, +for in 1804 Governor King issued a proclamation which sets forth that: +"Whereas it has been represented to me that the commanders of some +American vessels have, without any permission or authority whatever, +not only greatly incommoded his Majesty's subjects in resorting to and +continuing among the different islands in Bass's Straits for skins and +oil, but have also in violation of the law of nations and in contempt of +the local regulations of this Territory and its dependencies, proceeded +to build vessels on these islands and in other places... to the +prejudice and infringements of his Majesty's rights and properties +thereon," he (King) had, while waiting for instructions from England, +decided to prevent any foreigner whatever from building vessels whose +length of keel exceeded 14 feet, except, of course, such vessel was +built in consequence of shipwreck by distressed seamen. There was +nothing unreasonable in this prohibition, as the whole territory being +a penal settlement, one of the Royal instructions for its government was +that no person should be allowed to build vessels without the express +permission of the Governor, so the Americans were only asked to obey +the existing law. The proclamation ended with a clause ordering that +all vessels coming from the State of New York should do fourteen days +quarantine in consequence of the plague having broken out there. Just +about this time news reached Sydney that the crew of an American sealer +lying in Kent's Bay among Cape Barren Islands (Bass's Straits) were +building a schooner from the wreck of an East Indiaman named the _Sydney +Cave_--a ship famous in Australian sea story. King despatched an officer +to the spot with orders to "command the master to desist from +building any vessel whatever, and should he refuse to comply, you will +immediately cause the King's mark to be put on some of the timbers, and +forbid him and his people from prosecuting the work, and also forbid the +erection of any habitation on any part of the coast... taking care not +to suffer any or the least act of hostility, or losing sight of the +attention due to the subjects of the United States," &c. + +Writing to England on this matter, King says: "This is the third +American vessel that has within the last twelve months been in the +Straits and among the islands, procuring seal skins and oils for the +China market." In the same letter he tells how the loss of the ships +_Cato_ and _Porpoise_ on Wreck Reef had led to the discovery of +_beche-de-mer_ which could then be sold in Canton for L50 a ton; this +find was another reason for keeping foreigners out of Australian waters. + +As no more is heard of the schooner building in Bass's Straits, we may +assume that the Americans quietly obeyed the laws and desisted; but +there were soon more causes of trouble. + +In March, 1805, a general order set forth that American ships, after +receiving assistance and relief at Sydney Cove, were continually +returning this hospitality by secreting on board and carrying off +runaway convicts, and so it was ordered that every English or foreign +vessel entering the ports of the settlement should give security for +themselves in L500, and two freeholders in the sum of L50 each, not to +carry off any person without the Governor's certificate that such person +was free to go. This order had some effect in putting a stop to the +practice, but not a few persons managed to leave the colony and reach +American shores without there being evidence enough to show how they got +away. Muir, one of the "Scotch Martyrs," escaped in the American Ship +_Otter_ as far back as 1795; and although his story has been told +before in detail, we may here briefly mention that the _Otter_ was hired +expressly to affect his escape. Muir got on board safely enough, and +the ship sailed, but was wrecked off the west coast of America. After +sufferings and privations enough to satisfy even the sternest justice, +Muir managed to reach Mexico, and embarked in a Spanish frigate for +Europe. The vessel was taken by an English man-of-war after a sharp +engagement, in which Muir was severely wounded. His identity was +concealed from the English commander, and he managed to reach Paris, +only to die of his wound. + +In October, 1804, there was serious trouble in Bass's Straits between +English and American sealers. Messrs. Kable and Underwood, Sydney +shipowners, had a sealing establishment in Kent's Bay, and among the men +employed were some "assigned" convicts. One Joseph Murrell, master of +the sealing schooner _Endeavour_, wrote to his owners a letter in which +he stated he was too ill to write coherently, in consequence of the +usage he had received from one Delano, master of the American schooner +_Pilgrim_. Delano's name was familiar to Governor King, inasmuch as +he had taken a part in the 1803 attempt to colonise Port Philip, as +follows: One of the officers, Lieutenant Bowen, on his way across Bass's +Straits in a small boat, had the misfortune to carry away his rudder, +and when in danger was rescued by Delano. Bowen, anxious to deliver +some despatches, hired the _Pilgrim's_ tender from Delano to carry them, +omitting to make a bargain beforehand; and for this paltry service the +American charged L400! The British Government growled, but paid. + +But let Captain Murrell tell his story: "At four in the morning on the +17th I was suddenly seized by the chief mate of the _Pilgrim_, and +three other American ruffians" (they were really Chilenos), "two of whom +caught me by the hair, the other two by the arms. They dragged me out +of bed and trailed me in this fashion along the ground till they came to +the sea beach. Here they beat me with clubs, then kept me three-quarters +of an hour naked whilst they were searching for the rest of my people." +Murrell goes on to detail as to how he threatened them with the wrath of +the Governor, to which they replied that the Governor was not there to +protect him. He was then taken to a tree and lashed to it, stripped, and +all the Americans took a hand in flogging him into insensibility. When +he recovered, he says, he asked for death rather than torture, and was +answered savagely that he and his men were the means of depriving the +Americans of 3,000 dollars' worth of skins by their operations, and that +Englishmen had better keep away from Cape Barren and leave the field +open to Americans. + +"Then," he wrote, "they began to sport away with their bloody cruelties, +until some few Englishmen belonging to other [sealing] gangs out of +Port Jackson, stung to the quick to see the cruelties exercised upon +me without humanity, law, or justice, determined not to suffer it, and +began to assemble. This occasioned the Americans to face about, at which +instant I got my hands loose and ran into the sea, determined to be +drowned rather than be tortured to death. I was followed by a number of +Americans to the seaside, who stoned me, and sent into the water after +me a Sandwich Island savage, who gave me desperate blows with a club. I +put up my arm to save my head and he broke my arm in three places. I +was then dragged on shore and left lying on the beach, the men remarking +that they supposed I had had enough, but that there were more of their +country's ships expected, who would not let me off so lightly. Then +they took away some of my people, rescuing from my custody a King's +prisoner." + +In all a dozen men--convicts and others--were taken away by Delano and +his ruffianly crowd of Chilenos and Portuguese, and this particular +sealing station was practically destroyed. + +Captain Moody, of the colonial schooner _Governor King_ had recorded a +similar instance a few months earlier, and there is no doubt that the +colonials had just cause for complaint; as there is equally no doubt +that they themselves were not altogether innocent of provocation. +Nothing, however, came of these quarrels, for although the Governor +wrote to England on the matter, the authorities "remembered to forget" +to answer, and the rival sealing parties continued to fight without +bringing about a serious battle, and the whaling and sealing industry +continued to grow in such fashion as is here indicated. What it had +become little more than a generation later is shown in the remainder +of this article, mentioning incidentally that an American whaler, the +_Topaz_, Captain Folger, was the first discoverer of the descendants +of the _Bounty_ mutineers on Pitcairn Island in 1808; and that Wilkes' +United States Exploring Expedition of 1836-42 was in a large measure +suggested to America by the great increase in that half of the century +of American South Sea trade. What this increase was can best be told in +the words of the man--Mr. Charles Enderby--who was unquestionably the +highest authority and whose house founded this very industry in the +Southern Ocean. In April, 1849, Charles Enderby received a charter of +incorporation for a proposed southern whale fishery, together with +a grant of the Auckland Islands (but that is another story), and +to celebrate the occasion a banquet was held at the London Tavern, +Bishops-gate Street, London, presided over by the senior naval Lord +of the Admiralty, who proposed the health of the guest of the evening, +Charles Enderby. In replying to that toast Mr. Enderby quoted the +whalemen's shipping list, in which it was shown that in March, 1849, +"the United States, whose flag was to be found on every sea, had 596 +whale-ships of 190,000 tons, and manned by 18,000 seamen, while the +number of English ships engaged in the whale trade was only fourteen!" + +During the next decade the English did something to improve this state +of affairs, but their endeavour was made too late, and by the time they +woke up to the situation the heyday of South Sea whaling was gone. + +We are so accustomed to take it for granted that the English (the +original brand thereof, not the American pattern) were fifty years ago +in command of all sea commerce, that the old-fashioned English sailor +was superior to all others, and that his ships beat every one else's in +everything appertaining to the sea, that this fact of how thoroughly the +Americans beat us in the great whaling industry is never remembered. +And whaling was and is now a branch of sea service that needs _men_ to +successfully work in it, for it cannot be profitably pursued with the +human paint-scrubbers who to-day make up such a large section of our +mercantile marine; and the success of the American whaling seamen +may supply a clue to the Nelson-like fashion in which American +men-of-warsmen tackle the serious business of the American Navy. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Americans In The South Seas, by Louis Becke + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25021.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25021.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00cbe3e01ce6e678e8d5da62a775caee3736ddfa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25021.txt @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +JAPANESE FAIRY TALE SERIES. No. 3 + +BATTLE OF THE MONKEY & THE CRAB + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + ~Griffith, Farran & Co., + London. + + Kobunsha + Tokyo~ + +~All Rights Reserved.~ + + + + +BATTLE OF THE MONKEY & THE CRAB. + + +[Illustration] + +A monkey and a crab once met when going round a mountain. + +[Illustration] + +The monkey had picked up a persimmon-seed, and the crab had a piece +of toasted rice-cake. The monkey seeing this, and wishing to get +something that could be turned to good account at once, said: +"Pray, exchange that rice-cake for this persimmon-seed." The crab, +without a word, gave up his cake, and took the persimmon-seed and +planted it. At once it sprung up, and soon became a tree so high +one had to look up at it. The tree was full of persimmons but the +crab had no means of climbing the tree. So he asked the monkey to +climb up and get the persimmons for him. The monkey got up on a +limb of the tree and began to eat the persimmons. The unripe +persimmons he threw at the crab, but all the ripe and good ones +he put in his pouch. The crab under the tree thus got his shell +badly bruised and only by good luck escaped into his hole, where he +lay distressed with pain and not able to get up. Now when the +relatives and household of the crab heard how matters stood they +were surprised and angry, and declared war and attacked the +monkey, who leading forth a numerous following bid defiance to the +other party. The crabs, finding themselves unable to meet and +cope with this force, became still more exasperated and enraged, +and retreated into their hole, and held a council of war. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Then came a rice-mortar, a pounder, a bee, and an egg, and together +they devised a deep-laid plot to be avenged. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +First, they requested that peace be made with the crabs; and +thus they induced the king of the monkeys to enter their hole +unattended, and seated him on the hearth. The monkey not suspecting +any plot, took the _hibashi_, or poker, to stir up the slumbering +fire, when bang! went the egg, which was lying hidden in the ashes, +and burned the monkey's arm. Surprised and alarmed he plunged his +arm into the pickle-tub in the kitchen to relieve the pain of the +burn. Then the bee which was hidden near the tub stung him sharply +in his face already wet with tears. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Without waiting to brush off the bee and howling bitterly, he +rushed for the back door: but just then some sea-weed entangled his +legs and made him slip. Then, down came the pounder tumbling on him +from a shelf, and the mortar too came rolling down on him from the +roof of the porch, and broke his back and so weakened him that he +was unable to rise up. Then out came the crabs in a crowd and +brandishing on high their pinchers they pinched the monkey to +pieces. + +[Illustration] + +_Printed by the Kobunsha in Tokyo, Japan_ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Battle of the Monkey & the Crab, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25027.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25027.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f2496be8cd14f1edae35f2a09be15636759a3d00 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25027.txt @@ -0,0 +1,392 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: Adeline in her garden.] + + + + + + +PETER PIPER'S + +PRACTICAL PRINCIPLES + +OF + +PLAIN AND PERFECT + +PRONUNCIATION + + + +[Illustration: Title page art] + + + +PHILADELPHIA: + +Willard Johnson, No. 141, South Street + +1836. + + + + +PREFACE. + +Peter Piper, without Pretension to Precocity or Profoundness, Puts Pen +to Paper to Produce these Puzzling Pages, Purposely to Please the +Palates of Pretty Prattling Playfellows, Proudly Presuming that with +Proper Penetration it will Probably, and Perhaps Positively, Prove a +Peculiarly Pleasant and Profitable Path to Proper, Plain and Precise +Pronunciation. + +He Prays Parents to Purchase this Playful Performance, Partly to Pay +him for his Patience and Pains; Partly to Provide for the Printers and +Publishers; but Principally to Prevent the Pernicious Prevalence of +Perverse Pronunciation. + + + + + + +A a + +[Illustration: Andrew Airpump] + + Andrew Airpump ask'd his Aunt her ailment; + Did Andrew Airpump ask his Aunt her ailment? + If Andrew Airpump ask'd his Aunt her ailment, + Where was the Ailment of Andrew Airpump's Aunt? + + + + +B b + +[Illustration: Billy Button] + + Billy Button bought a butter'd Biscuit: + Did Billy Button buy a butter'd Biscuit? + If Billy Button bought a butter'd Biscuit, + Where's the butter'd Biscuit Billy Button bought? + + + + +C c + +[Illustration: Captain Crackskull] + + Captain Crackskull crack'd a Catchpoll's Cockscomb: + Did Captain Crackskull crack a Catchpoll's Cockscomb? + If Captain Crackskull crack'd a Catchpoll's Cockscomb, + Where's the Catchpoll's Cockscomb Captain Crackskull crack'd? + + + + +D d + +[Illustration: Davy Dolldrum] + + Davy Dolldrum dream'd he drove a Dragon: + Did Davy Dolldrum dream he drove a dragon? + If Davy Dolldrum dream'd he drove a dragon + Where's the dragon Davy Dolldrum dream'd he drove? + + + + +E e + +[Illustration: Enoch Elkrig] + + Enoch Elkrig ate an empty Eggshell: + Did Enoch Elkrig eat an empty Eggshell? + If Enoch Elkrig ate an empty Eggshell, + Where's the empty eggshell Enoch Elkrig ate? + + + + +F f + +[Illustration: Francis Fribble] + + Francis Fribble figured on a Frenchman's Filly: + Did Francis Fribble figure on a Frenchman's Filly? + If Francis Fribble figured on a Frenchman's Filly, + Where's the Frenchman's Filly Francis Fribble figured on? + + + + +G g + +[Illustration: Gaffer Gilpin] + + Gaffer Gilpin got a Goose and Gander: + Did Gaffer Gilpin get a Goose and Gander? + If Gaffer Gilpin got a Goose and Gander, + Where's the Goose and Gander Gaffer Gilpin got? + + + + +H h + +[Illustration: Humphrey Hunchback] + + Humphrey Hunchback had a hundred Hedgehogs: + Did Humphrey Hunchback have a hundred Hedgehogs? + If Humphrey Hunchback had a hundred Hedgehogs, + Where's the hundred Hedgehogs Humphrey Hunchback had? + + + +I i + +[Illustration: Inigo Impey] + + Inigo Impey itched for an Indian Image: + Did Inigo Impey itch for an Indian Image? + If Inigo Impey itched for an Indian Image, + Where's the Indian Image Inigo Impey itch'd for? + + + + +J j + +[Illustration: Jumping Jackey] + + Jumping Jackey jeer'd a Jesting Juggler: + Did Jumping Jackey jeer a Jesting Juggler? + If Jumping Jackey jeer'd a Jesting Juggler, + Where's the Jesting Juggler Jumping Jackey jeer'd? + + + + +K k + +[Illustration: Kimbo Kemble] + + Kimbo Kemble kicked his Kinsman's Kettle: + Did Kimbo Kemble kick his Kinsman's Kettle? + If Kimbo Kemble kick'd his Kinsman's Kettle, + Where's the Kinsman's Kettle Kimbo Kemble kick'd? + + + + +L l + +[Illustration: Lanky Lawrence] + + Lanky Lawrence lost his Lass and Lobster: + Did Lanky Lawrence lose his Lass and Lobster? + If Lanky Lawrence lost his Lass and Lobster, + Where are the Lass and Lobster Lanky Lawrence lost? + + + + + +M m + +[Illustration: Matthew Mendlegs] + + Matthew Mendlegs miss'd a mangled Monkey + Did Matthew Mendlegs miss a mangled Monkey? + If Matthew Mendlegs miss'd a mangled Monkey, + Where's the mangled Monkey Matthew Mendlegs miss'd? + + + + +N n + +[Illustration: Neddy Noodle] + + Neddy Noodle nipp'd his neighbour's Nutmegs; + Did Neddy Noodle nip his neighbour's Nutmegs? + If Neddy Noodle nipp'd his neighbour's Nutmegs, + Where are the neighbour's Nutmegs Neddy Noodle nipp'd? + + + + +O o + +[Illustration: Oliver Oglethorpe] + + Oliver Oglethorpe ogled an Owl and Oyster: + Did Oliver Oglethorpe ogle an Owl and Oyster? + If Oliver Oglethorpe ogled an Owl and Oyster, + Where are the Owl and Oyster Oliver Oglethorpe ogled? + + + + +P p + +[Illustration: Peter Piper] + + Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled Peppers: + Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled Peppers? + If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled Peppers, + Where's the peck of pickled Peppers Peter Piper picked? + + + + +Q q + +[Illustration: Quixote Quicksight] + + Quixote Quicksight quiz'd a queerish Quidbox: + Did Quixote Quicksight quiz a queerish Quidbox? + If Quixote Quicksight quiz'd a queerish Quidbox, + Where's the queerish Quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz'd? + + + + +R r + +[Illustration: Rory Rumpus] + + Rory Rumpus rode a raw-bon'd Race-horse: + Did Rory Rumpus ride a raw-bon'd Race-horse? + If Rory Rumpus rode a raw-bon'd Race-horse, + Where's the raw-bon'd Race-horse Rory Rumpus rode? + + + + +S s + +[Illustration: Sammy Smellie] + + Sammy Smellie smelt a smell of Small-coal: + Did Sammy Smellie smell a smelt of Small-coal? + If Sammy Smellie smelt a smell of Small-coal, + Where's the smell of Small-coal Sammy Smellie smelt? + + + + +T t + +[Illustration: Tip-toe Tommy] + + Tip-toe Tommy turn'd a Turk for Two-pence: + Did Tip-toe Tommy turn a Turk for Two-pence? + If Tip-toe Tommy turn'd a Turk for Two-pence, + Where's the Turk for Two-pence Tip-toe Tommy turn'd? + + + + +U u + +[Illustration: Uncle's Usher] + + Uncle's Usher urg'd an ugly Urchin: + Did Uncle's Usher urge an ugly Urchin? + If Uncle's Usher urg'd an ugly Urchin, + Where's the ugly Urchin Uncle's Usher urg'd? + + + + +V v + +[Illustration: Villiam Veedon] + + Villiam Veedon vip'd his Vig and Vaistcoat: + Did Villiam Veedon vipe his Vig and Vaistcoat? + If Villiam Veedon vip'd his Vig and Vaistcoat, + Where are the Vig and Vaistcoat Villiam Veedon vip'd? + + + + +W w + +[Illustration: Walter Waddle] + + Walter Waddle won a Walking Wager: + Did Walter Waddle win a Walking Wager? + If Walter Waddle won a Walking Wager, + Where's the Walking Wager Walter Waddle won? + + + + +XYZ xyz + +[Illustration: X Y and Z] + + X Y and Z have made my brains to crack-o: + X smokes, Y snuffs, and Z chews tobacco; + Yet oft by X Y Z much learning's taught, + But PETER PIPER, beats them all to naught. + + + + + A HYMN. + + I'm not too young for GOD to see: + He knows my name and nature too, + And all day long he looks at me, + And sees my actions through and through. + + He listens to the words I say, + And knows the thoughts I have within, + And whether I'm at work or play, + He's sure to see me if I sin. + + Oh! how could children tell a lie, + Or cheat in play, or steal, or fight, + If they remembered GOD was by, + And had them always in his sight! + + If some good minister is near, + It makes us careful what we do; + And how much more ought we to fear + The LORD who sees us through and through + + Then when I want to do amiss, + However pleasant it may be, + I'll always try to think of this-- + I'm not too young for GOD to see! + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25404.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25404.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dc6ad9d0ffedd7f469a2dca54c50cffdf88e0313 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25404.txt @@ -0,0 +1,433 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works in the +International Children's Digital Library.) + + + + + + + + + + THE LOST CHILD. + + BY + + HENRY KINGSLEY. + + [Illustration: "_And there he stood, naked and free, on the + forbidden ground._"] + + _ILLUSTRATED BY L. FROLICH._ + + London and New York: + MACMILLAN AND CO. + 1871. + +[Illustration: "_Looking eagerly across the water._" FRONT.] + + + + +PREFACE. + + +It is only natural that an author should say a few words about a +republication of this kind. The story in its separate form has the +advantage of being illustrated by an eminent artist, whose special +qualifications are widely known and acknowledged; and it seemed to all +concerned best that it should be left entirely untouched. The first two +paragraphs and the last short one are simply added: no other liberty has +been taken with it. + +To avoid the trouble of those great plagues of literature, foot-notes, +the author asks the reader to submit to a few very trifling +explanations: + +"Quantongs" are a bush fruit, of about the same quality as green +gooseberries, but, like the last-named fruit, very much sought after by +the native youth. + +The Bunyip is the native river devil, or kelpie, evidently the crocodile +of the Northern Australian rivers, whose recognition by the Southern +natives in their legends shows, if nothing else did, that the centre of +dispersion in Australia was from the North, as Doctor Laing told us +years ago. + +With regard to the habit which lost children have of aimless climbing, +the author knew a child who, being lost by his father while out shooting +on one of the flats bordering on the Eastern Pyrenees in Port Phillip on +Sunday afternoon, was found the next Wednesday dead, at an elevation +above the Avoca township of between two and three thousand feet. + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. + + + PAGE + + SOMETIMES LOOKING EAGERLY ACROSS THE WATER AT THE + WAVING FOREST BOUGHS _Front._ + + AND THERE HE STOOD, NAKED AND FREE, ON THE FORBIDDEN + GROUND _Vignette._ + + "MOTHER, WHAT COUNTRY IS THAT ACROSS THE RIVER?" 15 + + A KANGAROO! A SNAKE! AN EAGLE! 21 + + HE WAS LOST IN THE BUSH 25 + + HE CAME ON THE BALD, THUNDER-SMITTEN SUMMIT RIDGE 29 + + "WE HAVE COME TO HELP YOU, MISTRESS" 33 + + THERE HE LAY, DEAD AND STIFF 39 + + + + +THE LOST CHILD. + + +Remember? Yes, I remember well that time when the disagreement arose +between Sam Buckley and Cecil, and how it was mended. You are wrong +about one thing, General; no words ever passed between those two young +men: death was between them before they had time to speak. + +I will tell you the real story, old as I am, as well as either of them +could tell it for themselves; and as I tell it I hear the familiar roar +of the old snowy river in my ears, and if I shut my eyes I can see the +great mountain, Lanyngerin, bending down his head like a thorough-bred +horse with a curb in his mouth; I can see the long grey plains, broken +with the outlines of the solitary volcanoes Widderin and Monmot. Ah, +General Halbert! I will go back there next year, for I am tired of +England, and I will leave my bones there; I am getting old, and I want +peace, as I had it in Australia. As for the story you speak of, it is +simply this:-- + +Four or five miles up the river from Garoopna stood a solitary hut, +sheltered by a lofty bare knoll, round which the great river chafed +among the boulders. Across the stream was the forest sloping down in +pleasant glades from the mountain; and behind the hut rose the plain +four or five hundred feet overhead, seeming to be held aloft by the +blue-stone columns which rose from the river-side. + +In this cottage resided a shepherd, his wife, and one little boy, their +son, about eight years old,--a strange, wild little bush child, able to +speak articulately, but utterly without knowledge or experience of human +creatures, save of his father and mother; unable to read a line; without +religion of any sort or kind; as entire a little savage, in fact, as you +could find in the worst den in your city, morally speaking, and yet +beautiful to look on; as active as a roe, and, with regard to natural +objects, as fearless as a lion. + +As yet unfit to begin labour; all the long summer he would wander about +the river bank, up and down the beautiful rock-walled paradise where he +was confined, sometimes looking eagerly across the water at the waving +forest boughs, and fancying he could see other children far up the +vistas beckoning to him to cross and play in that merry land of shifting +lights and shadows. + +It grew quite into a passion with the poor little man to get across and +play there; and one day when his mother was shifting the hurdles, and he +was handing her the strips of green hide which bound them together, he +said to her,-- + +"Mother, what country is that across the river?" + +"The forest, child." + +"There's plenty of quantongs over there, eh, mother, and raspberries? +Why mayn't I get across and play there?" + +"The river is too deep, child, and the Bunyip lives in the water under +the stones." + +[Illustration: "_Mother, what country is that across the river?_"] + +"Who are the children that play across there?" + +"Black children, likely." + +"No white children?" + +"Pixies; don't go near 'em, child; they'll lure you on, Lord knows +where. Don't get trying to cross the river, now, or you'll be drowned." + +But next day the passion was stronger on him than ever. Quite early on +the glorious cloudless midsummer day he was down by the river-side, +sitting on a rock, with his shoes and stockings off, paddling his feet +in the clear tepid water, and watching the million fish in the +shallows--black fish and grayling--leaping and flashing in the sun. + +There is no pleasure that I have ever experienced like a child's +midsummer holiday,--the time, I mean, when two or three of us used to +go away up the brook, and take our dinners with us, and come home at +night tired, dirty, happy, scratched beyond recognition, with a great +nosegay, three little trout and one shoe, the other having been used for +a boat till it had gone down with all hands out of soundings. How poor +our Derby days, our Greenwich dinners, our evening parties, where there +are plenty of nice girls, are, after that! Depend on it, a man never +experiences such pleasure or grief after fourteen as he does before: +unless in some cases in his first love-making, when the sensation is new +to him. + +But, meanwhile, there sat our child, barelegged, watching the forbidden +ground beyond the river. A fresh breeze was moving the trees, and making +the whole a dazzling mass of shifting light and shadow. He sat so still +that a glorious violet and red kingfisher perched quite close, and, +dashing into the water, came forth with a fish, and fled like a ray of +light along the winding of the river. A colony of little shell parrots, +too, crowded on a bough, and twittered and ran to and fro quite busily, +as though they said to him, "We don't mind you, my dear; you are quite +one of us." + +Never was the river so low. He stepped in; it scarcely reached his +ankle. Now surely he might get across. He stripped himself, and, +carrying his clothes, waded through, the water never reaching his +middle, all across the long, yellow gravelly shallow. And there he +stood, naked and free, on the forbidden ground. + +He quickly dressed himself, and began examining his new kingdom, rich +beyond his utmost hopes. Such quantongs, such raspberries, surpassing +imagination; and when tired of them, such fern boughs, six or eight feet +long! He would penetrate this region, and see how far it extended. + +What tales he would have for his father to-night! He would bring him +here, and show him all the wonders, and perhaps he would build a new hut +over here, and come and live in it? Perhaps the pretty young lady, with +the feathers in her hat, lived somewhere here, too? + +There! There is one of those children he has seen before across the +river. Ah! ah! it is not a child at all, but a pretty grey beast, with +big ears. A kangaroo, my lad; he won't play with you, but skips away +slowly, and leaves you alone. + +[Illustration: "_A Kangaroo! A Snake! An Eagle!_"] + +There is something like the gleam of water on that rock. A snake! Now a +sounding rush through the wood, and a passing shadow. An eagle! He +brushes so close to the child, that he strikes at the bird with a stick, +and then watches him as he shoots up like a rocket, and, measuring the +fields of air in ever-widening circles, hangs like a motionless speck +upon the sky; though, measure his wings across, and you will find he is +nearer fifteen feet than fourteen. + +Here is a prize, though! A wee little native bear, barely a foot +long,--a little grey beast, comical beyond expression, with broad +flapped ears,--sits on a tree within reach. He makes no resistance, but +cuddles into the child's bosom, and eats a leaf as they go along; while +his mother sits aloft, and grunts indignant at the abstraction of her +offspring, but, on the whole, takes it pretty comfortably, and goes on +with her dinner of peppermint leaves. + +What a short day it has been! Here is the sun getting low, and the +magpies and jackasses beginning to tune up before roosting. + +He would turn and go back to the river. Alas! which way? + +He was lost in the bush. He turned back and went, as he thought, the way +he had come, but soon arrived at a tall, precipitous cliff, which, by +some infernal magic, seemed to have got between him and the river. Then +he broke down, and that strange madness came on him which comes even +on strong men when lost in the forest; a despair, a confusion of +intellect, which has cost many a man his life. Think what it must be +with a child! + +[Illustration: _He was lost in the Bush._] + +He was fully persuaded that the cliff was between him and home, and that +he must climb it. Alas! every step he took aloft carried him further +from the river and the hope of safety; and when he came to the top, just +at dark, he saw nothing but cliff after cliff, range after range, all +around him. He had been wandering through steep gullies all day +unconsciously, and had penetrated far into the mountains. Night was +coming down, still and crystal clear, and the poor little lad was far +away from help or hope, going his last long journey alone. + +Partly perhaps walking, and partly sitting down and weeping, he got +through the night; and when the solemn morning came up, again he was +still tottering along the leading range, bewildered; crying, from time +to time, "Mother, mother!" still nursing his little bear, his only +companion, to his bosom, and holding still in his hand a few poor +flowers he had gathered the day before. Up and on all day, and at +evening, passing out of the great zone of timber, he came on the bald, +thunder-smitten summit ridge, where one ruined tree held up its skeleton +arms against the sunset, and the wind came keen and frosty. So, with +failing, feeble legs, upward still, towards the region of the granite +and the snow; towards the eyrie of the kite and the eagle. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: _He came on the bald, thunder-smitten summit ridge._] + +Brisk as they all were at Garoopna, none were so brisk as Cecil and Sam. +Charles Hawker wanted to come with them, but Sam asked him to go with +Jim; and, long before the others were ready, our two had strapped their +blankets to their saddles, and followed by Sam's dog Rover, now getting +a little grey about the nose, cantered off up the river. + +Neither spoke at first. They knew what a solemn task they had before +them; and, while acting as though everything depended on speed, guessed +well that their search was only for a little corpse, which, if they had +luck, they would find stiff and cold under some tree or cray. + +Cecil began: "Sam, depend on it that child has crossed the river to this +side. If he had been on the plains, he would have been seen from a +distance in a few hours." + +"I quite agree," said Sam. "Let us go down on this side till we are +opposite the hut, and search for marks by the river-side." + +So they agreed; and in half an hour were opposite the hut, and, riding +across to it to ask a few questions, found the poor mother sitting on +the door-step, with her apron over her head, rocking herself to and fro. + +"We have come to help you, mistress," said Sam. "How do you think he is +gone?" + +She said, with frequent bursts of grief, that "some days before he had +mentioned having seen white children across the water, who beckoned him +to cross and play; that she, knowing well that they were fairies, or +perhaps worse, had warned him solemnly not to mind them; but that she +had very little doubt that they had helped him over and carried him away +to the forest; and that her husband would not believe in his having +crossed the river." + +[Illustration: "_We have come to help you, Mistress._"] + +"Why, it is not knee-deep across the shallow," said Cecil. + +"Let us cross again," said Sam: "he _may_ be drowned, but I don't think +it." + +In a quarter of an hour from starting they found, slightly up the +stream, one of the child's socks, which in his hurry to dress he had +forgotten. Here brave Rover took up the trail like a bloodhound, and +before evening stopped at the foot of a lofty cliff. + +"Can he have gone up here?" said Sam, as they were brought up by the +rock. + +"Most likely," said Cecil. "Lost children always climb from height to +height. I have heard it often remarked by old bush hands. Why they do +so, God, who leads them, only knows; but the fact is beyond denial. Ask +Rover what he thinks?" + +The brave old dog was half-way up, looking back for them. It took them +nearly till dark to get their horses up; and, as there was no moon, and +the way was getting perilous, they determined to camp, and start again +in the morning. + +They spread their blankets and lay down side by side. Sam had thought, +from Cecil's proposing to come with him in preference to the others, +that he would speak of a subject nearly concerning them both; but Cecil +went off to sleep and made no sign; and Sam, ere he dozed, said to +himself, "If he don't speak this journey, I will. It is unbearable that +we should not come to some understanding. Poor Cecil!" + +At early dawn they caught up their horses, which had been hobbled with +the stirrup leathers, and started afresh. Both were more silent than +ever, and the dog, with his nose to the ground, led them slowly along +the rocky rib of the mountain, ever going higher and higher. + +"It is inconceivable," said Sam, "that the poor child can have come up +here. There is Tuckerimbid close to our right, five thousand feet above +the river. Don't you think we must be mistaken?" + +"The dog disagrees with you," said Cecil. "He has something before him +not very far off. Watch him." + +The trees had become dwarfed and scattered; they were getting out of the +region of trees; the real forest zone was now below them, and they saw +they were emerging towards a bald elevated down, and that a few hundred +yards before them was a dead tree, on the highest branch of which sat an +eagle. + +"The dog has stopped," said Cecil; "the end is near." + +"See," said Sam, "there is a hand-kerchief under the tree." + +"That is the boy himself," said Cecil. + +[Illustration: _There he lay, dead and stiff._] + +They were up to him and off in a moment. There he lay, dead and stiff, +one hand still grasping the flowers he had gathered on his last happy +play-day, and the other laid as a pillow, between the soft cold cheek +and the rough cold stone. His midsummer holiday was over, his long +journey was ended. 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'tis the lark, the chorister in gray, + Who sings hosannas to the lord of light, + And will not stint the measure of his lay + As hour to hour, and joy to joy, succeeds; + For he's the morning-mirth of English meads, + And we who mark the moving of his wings, + We know how sweet the soil whereof he sings,-- + How glad the grass, how green the summer's thrall, + How like a gracious garden the dear Land + That loves the ocean and the tossed-up sand + Whereof the wind has made a coronal; + And how, in spring and summer, at sun-rise, + The birds fling out their raptures to the skies, + And have the grace of God upon them all. + + +IV. + + Up with the flag! + Up, up, betimes, and proudly speak of it; + A lordly thing to see on tower and crag, + O'er which,--as eagles flit, + With eyes a-fire, and wings of phantasy,-- + Our memories hang superb! + The foes we frown upon shall feel the curb + Of our full sway; and they shall shamed be + Who wrong, with sword or pen, + The Code that keeps us free. + For there's no sight, in summer or in spring, + Like our great standard-pole, + When round about it ring + The cheers of Britons, bounden, heart and soul, + To deeds of duty, dear to Englishmen; + And he who serves it has a name to see + On Victory's muster-roll; + And he who loves it not, how vile is he! + For 'tis the Land's delight,-- + Our ocean-wonder, blue and red and white; + Blue as the skies, and red as roses are, + And white as foam that flashed at Trafalgar; + The Land's delight! + The badge and test of right, + Girt with its glory like a guiding-star! + + +V. + + The wind has roared in English many a time, + And foes have heard it on the frothy main, + In doom and danger and in battle-pain; + And yet again may hear, + In many a sea-ward, sun-enamoured clime; + For all the hearts of traitors ache with fear + When our great ships go forth, as heretofore, + Full-armed from the shore,-- + And Boreas bounds exultant on the seas, + To bid the waves of these,-- + The subject-waves of England and the Isles,-- + Out-leap for miles and miles, + As loud as lions loosed on enemies! + + +VI. + + Oh, may no mean surrender of the rights + Of our ancestral swords, + Which made our fathers pioneers and lords, + And victors in the fights,-- + May no succession of the days and nights + Find us or ours at fault, + Or careless of our fame, our island-fame, + Our sea-begotten fame,-- + And no true Briton halt + In his allegiance to the Victory-name + Which is the name we bow to in our thought, + Where English deeds are wrought, + In lands that love the languors of the sun, + And where the stars have sway, + And where the moon is marvelled at for hours! + The flags of nations are the ocean-flowers, + And ours the dearest, ours the brightest one, + That ever shimmered on the watery way + Which patriots call to mind + When they remember isles beyond the dawn + Where our sea-children dwell. + For there's no flag afloat upon the wind + Can wave so high, or show so fair a front, + Or gleam so proudly in the battle-brunt, + Or tell a tale of conquest half so well + As this we doat upon! + + +VII. + + The storm is our ally, the raging sea + Is our adherent, and, to make us free, + A thousand times the full-tongued hurricane + Has bellowed forth its menace o'er the deep; + And when dissensions sleep, + When sleep the wrought-up rancours of the age + We shall again inscribe, and yet again, + On History's glowing page + The story of the flag,-- + For 'twas our Nelson's flag + Which none in all the world shall put to shame, + Or vilify, or blame,-- + The story of the glory of the flag + Which waved at Waterloo, + And was, from first to last, the symbol true + Of Wellington's pure fame! + + +VIII. + + High, high the flag, for England's sake and ours, + Who know its vested powers, + And what it means, in war time, and in peace + When fierce dissensions cease,-- + High, high the flag of England over all + Which nought but good befall! + High let it wave, in triumph, as a sign + Of Freedom's right divine,-- + Its glorious folds out-fluttering in the gale, + Again to tell the tale + Of deeds heroic, wrought at Duty's call! + The wind's our trumpeter; and east and west, + And north and south, all day, as on a quest + Of mirth and marvel,--all the live-long day + It bears the news about + Of all we do and dare, in our degree, + And all the land's great shout, + And all the pomp and pageant of the Sea! + + +[Decoration] + + +[Printer's Device: _Printed by R. Folkard & Son, 22, Devonshire St., +Queen Sq., London._] + + + + +JUST READY: _Author's Edition, Crown 8vo., Price 5s. nett._ + + +LOVE LETTERS OF A VIOLINIST + +By ERIC MACKAY + +LONDON: LAMLEY & CO., EXHIBITION ROAD, S.W. + + +"'LOVE LETTERS OF A VIOLINIST.'--Letters to make the ordinary writer +envious, and to awaken in lovers thanks to the poetical pen that has +given forth utterances so suited to their good health or malady. Here a +verse to cheer the almost hopeless; a stanza to teach the refraining a +lesson in charge and capture; lines to fall in love with the memory, to +charm the darkness, and be another light to rule the day. London was +yawning behind her giant hand. The moment was propitious, and any strain +of beauty was sure of an audience. At this felicitous moment a pipe of +splendour sounded. London ceased to yawn. A violinist was communicating +the passions of his heart to those who would listen, and amid great +interest he went from house to house a-singing.... Eric Mackay is one of +those wise men who have no immature volumes to haunt them. He first +asked right of way on the road to Parnassus with a bundle of melodies +which have never lost their appeal. While youth seeks the pink cheek, +these Love Letters will command the homage of lovers. Your Petrarchs are +not as common as sparrows.... These outpourings from a burning heart +will always compel the student of our literature to weigh them, sift +them, and establish them in some very honourable position. The charm of +this early book is its freedom from drag. It moves on always. The reader +is hastened along; he has wonderful and unexpected views, which ravish +him as the abrupt magnificences of the Pyrenees ravished Gautier. +Perhaps you expect a tree, but you see a stream. Now, at last, it must +be a great green hill, and behold! you peep down into an echoless mossy +depth of glen. At the next break in the quick, up towers a height of +fancy and simile! Thus the everlasting surprise goes on enchanting. From +wild to wild, from passion to passion, from cavern to star, are we +borne, and as we travel there is music about us--music of the true tone, +ringing with all the natural pathos of lyrical carelessness. There have +been instances in literature of the music mastering the thought, but in +the case under notice the proportions are justly ministered to. There is +thought and witchery of measure. The ice of craftsmanship is mingled +with the wine of passion."--NORMAN GALE, in _The Literary World_, March +10th, 1893. + + * * * * * + +"We are indebted to Eric Mackay for the latest ode to the lark, one of +peculiar gracefulness and impassioned beauty. In my opinion, this is a +better production than either of Wordsworth's, superior to Hogg's, and, +though not so intellectual as Shelley's, rivals it in truth. Mackay's is +the lark itself, Shelley's is himself listening, with unwearied ears and +tightly-stretched imagination, to the lark. Who is surprised that Eric +Mackay's lyric, 'The Waking of the Lark,' sent a thrill through the +heart of America? This poem, which appeared in the _New York +Independent_, is undoubtedly the lark-poem of the future. From the +opening to the closing stanza there is not an imperfect verse, not a +commonplace. The sentiment is pure, and the fancy glowing. It is, +indeed, an exquisite ode."--_Wintringham's_ "_Birds of Wordsworth._" +Edition, 1892. + + * * * * * + +"He (the lecturer) ventured to call the author of the 'Love Letters' a +new poet. His published volume is a work of immense promise. His fancy +is splendid.... The 'Love Letters' are twelve poems, separate, and yet +intrinsically one. It is a compound lyric, with an epic theme and +somewhat of an epic cast. The theme is the triumph of woman's love. It +is the story of love's redemption. It has something of the tone, colour, +and luxuriance of Solomon's Song; both, too, have the same theme, +though treated in a different way.... The form is charming--as if the +sonatas of Beethoven had been translated into poetry! The _denouement_ +is reached when Beethoven himself-- + + 'The giant-singer who did storm the gates + Of Heaven and Hell'-- + +is introduced in a vision. The lecturer gave a number of quotations to +illustrate his points."--_Lecture on_ ERIC MACKAY, _by the Rev. Elvet +Lewis, at the Hull Literary Institute._ + + * * * * * + +"The 'Love Letters' of Eric Mackay are the handiwork of a brilliant +metrical artist and poet born.... A beautiful and passionate work; its +beauty that of construction, language, imagery,--its passion, +characteristic of the artistic nature, and, while intensely human, free +from any taint of vulgar coarseness.... The poem is quite original, its +manner Elizabethan.... Eric Mackay is a lyrist with a singing faculty +and a novel metrical form such as few lyrists have at command. With the +very striking poem of 'Mary Arden,' we have at last something new said +of Shakespeare, and it is said sweetly and imaginatively."--E. C. +STEDMAN, in "_Victorian Poets_," 21st Edition, 1893. + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + + Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note, whilst + significant amendments have been listed below. + + P. 10, 'ecstacies' amended to _ecstasies_. + + P. 19, 'langours' amended to _languors_. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25541.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25541.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4e94993ab91b252aab300e5fe94d9651cd971e7e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25541.txt @@ -0,0 +1,462 @@ + + + + + + AMERICAN ELOQUENCE + + STUDIES IN AMERICAN POLITICAL HISTORY + + + Edited with Introduction by Alexander Johnston + + Reedited by James Albert Woodburn + + + + + INDEX FOR THE FOUR VOLUMES: Project Gutenberg eBooks: 15391, + 15392, 15393, 15394 + + + INDEX PORTRAITS CONTENTS + + cover (76K) + + hamilton (92K) + + titlepage1 (73K) + + + + + INDEX + + + + JOHN QUINCY ADAMS + SAMUEL ADAMS + FISHER AMES, + JOHN C. BRECKENRIDGE, + EDWARD D. BAKER + HENRY WARD BEECHER, + JUDAH P. BENJAMIN + THOMAS H. BENTON + JAMES G. BLAINE + PRESTON S. BROOKS + JOHN C. CALHOUN + JOHN C. CALHOUN + SALMON PORTLAND CHASE + HENRY CLAY + HENRY CLAY + HENRY CLAY + SAMUEL SULLIVAN COX + JOHN JORDON CRITTENDEN + GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS + JEFFERSON DAVIS + JEFFERSON DAVIS + HENRY WINTER DAVIS + STEPHEN ARNOLD DOUGLAS + STEPHEN ARNOLD DOUGLAS + EDWARD EVERETT + ALBERT GALLATIN + JOHN PARKER HALE + PATRICK HENRY + ALEXANDER HAMILTON + ROBERT Y. HAYNE + FRANK H. HURD + ALFRED IVERSON + THOMAS JEFFERSON + JOHN P. JONES + RUFUS KING + ABRAHAM LINCOLN + ABRAHAM LINCOLN + ABRAHAM LINCOLN + ABRAHAM LINCOLN + ABRAHAM LINCOLN + JAMES MADISON + JUSTIN S. MORRILL + JOHN NICHOLAS + JAMES OTIS + GEORGE H. PENDLETON + WENDELL PHILLIPS + WENDELL PHILLIPS + WILLIAM PINKNEY + JOSIAH QUINCY + JOHN RANDOLPH + HENRY J. RAYMOND + CARL SCHURZ + WILLIAM. H. SEWARD + JOHN SHERMAN + ALEXANDER HAMILTON STEPHENS + THADDEUS STEVENS + THADDEUS STEVENS + CHARLES SUMNER + CHARLES SUMNER + ROBERT TOOMBS + CLEMENT L. VALLANDIGHAM + BENJAMIN WADE + DANIEL WEBSTER, + DANIEL WEBSTER + + + + + LIST OF PORTRAITS + + John Q. Adams + Samuel Adams + Fisher Ames + Enry Ward Beecher + James G. Blaine + John C. Breckenridge + John C. Calhoun + Almon Portland Chase + Henry Clay + George Curtis + Jefferson Davis + Stephen Douglas + Edward Everett + Alexander Hamilton + Patrick Henry + Thomas Jefferson + Rufus King + Abraham Lincoln + James Madison + John Randolph + William H. Steward + Daniel Webster + + + + + CONTENTS + + + + VOLUME I. — ETEXT #15391 + + + PREFACE TO THE REVISED EDITION. + + + + INTRODUCTORY. + + + I. — COLONIALISM. + + + JAMES OTIS + + + + PATRICK HENRY + + + SAMUEL ADAMS + + + ALEXANDER HAMILTON + + + JAMES MADISON, + + + II. — CONSTITUTIONAL GOVERNMENT. + + + ALBERT GALLATIN, + + + FISHER AMES, + + + JOHN NICHOLAS + + + III. — THE RISE OF DEMOCRACY. + + + THOMAS JEFFERSON, + + + JOHN RANDOLPH, + + + ADMISSION OF LOUISIANA. + + + JOSIAH QUINCY, + + + HENRY CLAY + + + + IV. — THE RISE OF NATIONALITY. + + + ROBERT Y. HAYNE, + + + DANIEL WEBSTER, + + + JOHN C. CALHOUN + + + THOMAS H. BENTON, + + + + + List of Illustrations + + Patrick Henry + Samuel Adams + Alexander Hamilton + James Madison + Fisher Ames + Thomas Jefferson + John Randolph + + + + + VOLUME II -- #15392 + + + CONTENTS + + + + V. — THE ANTI-SLAVERY STRUGGLE + + + RUFUS KING, + + + + WILLIAM PINKNEY, + + + WENDELL PHILLIPS, + + + JOHN QUINCY ADAMS, + + + JOHN C. CALHOUN, + + + DANIEL WEBSTER, + + + HENRY CLAY, + + + WENDELL PHILLIPS, + + + CHARLES SUMNER, + + + + + List of Illustrations + + + + Rufus King + John Q. Adams + John C. Calhoun + Daniel Webster + Henry Clay + + + + + VOLUME III. -- ETEXT #15393 + + + CONTENTS + + + + INTRODUCTION TO THE REVISED VOLUME. + + + + V. —THE ANTI-SLAVERY STRUGGLE (Cont.) + + + SALMON PORTLAND CHASE, + + + EDWARD EVERETT, + + + STEPHEN ARNOLD DOUGLAS, + + + CHARLES SUMNER, + + + PRESTON S. BROOKS, + + + JUDAH P. BENJAMIN, + + + ABRAHAM LINCOLN, + + + ABRAHAM LINCOLN, + + + STEPHEN ARNOLD DOUGLAS, + + + WILLIAM. H. SEWARD, + + + + VI. — SECESSION. + + + JOHN PARKER HALE, + + + ALFRED IVERSON, + + + BENJAMIN WADE, + + + JOHN JORDON CRITTENDEN, + + + ROBERT TOOMBS, + + + SAMUEL SULLIVAN COX, + + + JEFFERSON DAVIS, + + + + + List of Illustrations + + Frontispiece + Titlepage + Almon Portland Chase + Edward Everett + Stephen Douglas + William H. Steward + Jefferson Davis + + + + + VOLUME IV. ETEXT #15394 + + + CONTENTS + + INTRODUCTION TO THE FOURTH VOLUME. + + VII.—CIVIL WAR AND RECONSTRUCTION. + + + ABRAHAM LINCOLN, + + + JEFFERSON DAVIS, + + + ALEXANDER HAMILTON STEPHENS, + + + JOHN C. BRECKENRIDGE, and EDWARD D. BAKER + + + CLEMENT L. VALLANDIGHAM, + + + HENRY WARD BEECHER, + + + ABRAHAM LINCOLN. + + + ABRAHAM LINCOLN. + + + HENRY WINTER DAVIS, + + + GEORGE H. PENDLETON, + + + THADDEUS STEVENS, + + + HENRY J. RAYMOND, + + + THADDEUS STEVENS, + + + + VIII.—FREE TRADE AND PROTECTION. + + + HENRY CLAY, + + + + FRANK H. HURD, + + + + IX.—FINANCE AND CIVIL SERVICE REFORM. + + + JUSTIN S. MORRILL, + + + JAMES G. BLAINE, + + + JOHN SHERMAN, + + + JOHN P. JONES, + + + GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS, + + + CARL SCHURZ, + + + + + List of Illustrations + + Frontispiece + Titlepage + Abraham Lincoln + John C. Breckenridge + Enry Ward Beecher + James G. Blaine + George Curtis + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25553.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25553.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9609886f3afeaa99ac6a0a38ceca887911872f84 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25553.txt @@ -0,0 +1,269 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + MY + FLOWER-POT. + + [Illustration] + + CONCORD, N. H.: + RUFUS MERRILL. + + + + + CHILD'S + PICTURE BOOK. + + [Illustration] + + CONCORD, N. H.: + RUFUS MERRILL. + + + + + [Illustration] + + I love the flowers, the fragrant flowers! + They're fairy things to me; + They seem like angels sent to bless, + And teach of purity. + + + + +MY FLOWER-POT. + +[Illustration] + + +FLOWERS. + + + There is beauty in flowers + When kissed by the showers + That fall in the bowers + Of gardens so fair, + When music is telling + In notes that are swelling, + And love is excelling, + Aloft in the air. + + [Illustration] + + Birds now are singing, + Deep valleys are ringing, + And harmony bringing + Content to the mind. + Flowers are caressing, + And sending a blessing + To all now confessing + To be to them kind. + + [Illustration] + + Minds soon are roving + To lands that are blooming + Afar from the glooming + Of woe and despair, + Saying, "Come to the bowers + Filled with rare flowers-- + Nature's kind dowers, + Free as the air." + + [Illustration] + + Come, my love, and do not spurn + From a little flower to learn: + See the lily on the bed, + Hanging down its modest head; + While it scarcely can be seen, + Folded in its leaf of green. + + [Illustration] + + Yet we love the lily well, + For its sweet and pleasant smell, + And would rather call it ours + Than many other gayer flowers; + Pretty lilies seem to be + Emblems of humility. + + 'Tis not beauty that we prize,-- + Like a summer flower it dies. + + [Illustration] + + But humility will last, + Fair and sweet, when beauty's past; + And the Saviour, from above, + Views a humble child with love. + + Come, my love, and do not spurn + From a little flower to learn: + Let your temper be as sweet + As the lily at your feet; + Be as gentle, be as mild: + Be a modest, simple child. + + + + +The Forget-me-not. + + + There is a sweet, a lovely flower, + Tinged deep with faith's unchanging hue, + Pure as the ether in its hour + Of loveliest and serenest blue. + + The streamlet's gentle side it seeks, + The silent fount, the shaded grot; + And sweetly to the heart it speaks-- + Forget-me-not, forget-me-not. + + [Illustration] + + See the flowers, how they grow; + Hear the winds that gently blow. + Bird and insect, flower and tree, + Know they must not idle be; + Each has something it must do-- + Little children, so must you. + + [Illustration] + + The buds and the blossoms, + How bright to the view! + Like jewels and diamonds, + They sparkle with dew. + + The sun's rising beams + Have greeted each flower: + How lovely the scene, + How peaceful the hour! + + [Illustration] + + All nature awakens + From a night of soft sleep, + And the insects once more + From their hiding-holes creep. + + The old birds have flown + Far away to get food, + While anxiously wait + Their timid young brood. + + To our Father in heaven + Our voices we'll raise, + With feelings most fervent, + In songs to his praise. + + Dear Saviour, to love thee + Our hearts are inclined; + Oh, teach us, we pray thee, + Thy precepts to mind! + + Upon our heart-garden, + Oh, let thy love rain, + Like fresh summer showers + Upon the young grain. + + Like soft, gentle dew + Upon the dry earth, + Which opens the old buds, + And to new ones gives birth. + + [Illustration] + + O, teach us to offer + Good deeds in thy praise, + And acts of true charity + Be the hymns that we raise. + + From all that will harm us, + Or sorrow will bring, + Oh, keep us, dear Lord, + Beneath thy bright wing. + + + + +[Illustration] + +WHO MADE THE FLOWERS? + + + Say, Ma! did God make all the flowers + That richly bloom to-day? + And is it he that sends sweet showers + To make them look so gay? + + Did he make all the mountains + That rear their heads so high? + And all the little fountains + That glide so gently by? + + And does he care for children small? + Say, Ma! does God love me? + Has he the guardian care of all + The various things we see? + + Yes! yes! my child, he made them all,-- + Flowers, mountains, plants and tree; + No man so great, no child so small, + That from his eye can flee! + +[Illustration] + + + + +RUFUS MERRILL, + +OPPOSITE GASS' HOTEL, + +CONCORD, N. 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His bride was a young +Dragonette just sixteen years old,--lovely enough, in very sooth, to +become the wife of a King. Great were the rejoicings on the occasion. +The Fishes, both great and small, came to pay their respects, and to +offer gifts to the newly wedded pair; and for some days all was feasting +and merriment. + +[Illustration] + +But alas! even Dragons have their trials. Before a month had passed, the +young Dragon Queen fell ill. The doctors dosed her with every medicine +that was known to them, but all to no purpose. At last they shook their +heads, declaring that there was nothing more to be done. The illness +must take its course, and she would probably die. But the sick Queen +said to her husband: + +[Illustration] + +"I know of something that will cure me. Only fetch me a live Monkey's +liver to eat, and I shall get well at once."--"A live Monkey's liver!" +exclaimed the King. "What are you thinking of, my dear? Why! you forget +that we Dragons live in the sea, while Monkeys live far away from here, +among the forest-trees on land. A Monkey's liver! Why! darling, you +must be mad." Hereupon the young Dragon Queen burst into tears: "I only +ask you for one small thing," whimpered she, "and you won't get it for +me. I always thought you didn't really love me. Oh! I wish I had staid +at home with my own m-m-m-mama and my own papa-a-a-a!" Here her voice +choked with sobs, and she could say no more. + +[Illustration] + +Well, of course the Dragon King did not like to have it thought that +he was unkind to his beautiful young wife. So he sent for his trusty +servant the Jelly-Fish, and said: "It is rather a difficult job; but +what I want you to try to do is to swim across to the land, and +persuade a live Monkey to come here with you. In order to make the +Monkey willing to come, you can tell him how much nicer everything +is here in Dragon-Land than away where he lives. But what I really +want him for is to cut out his liver, and use it as medicine for your +young Mistress, who, as you know, is dangerously ill." + +[Illustration] + +So the Jelly-Fish went off on his strange errand. In those days he was +just like any other fish, with eyes, and fins, and a tail. He even had +little feet, which made him able to walk on the land as well as to swim +in the water. It did not take him many hours to swim across to the +country where the Monkeys lived; and fortunately there just happened to +be a fine Monkey skipping about among the branches of the trees near +the place where the Jelly-Fish landed. So the Jelly-Fish said: "Mr. +Monkey! I have come to tell you of a country far more beautiful than +this. It lies beyond the waves, and is called Dragon-Land. There is +pleasant weather there all the year round, there is always plenty of +ripe fruit on the trees, and there are none of those mischievous +creatures called Men. If you will come with me, I will take you there. +Just get on my back." + +[Illustration] + +The Monkey thought it would be fun to see a new country. So he leapt on +to the Jelly-Fish's back, and off they started across the water. But +when they had gone about half-way, he began to fear that perhaps there +might be some hidden danger. It seemed so odd to be fetched suddenly in +that way by a stranger. So he said to the Jelly-Fish: "What made you +think of coming for me?" The Jelly-Fish answered: "My Master, the King +of the Dragons, wants you in order to cut out your liver, and give it +as medicine to his wife, the Queen, who is sick." + +[Illustration] + +"Oh! that's your little game,--is it?" thought the Monkey. But he kept +his thoughts to himself and only said: "Nothing could please me better +than to be of service to Their Majesties. But it so happens that I left +my liver hanging to a branch of that big chestnut-tree, which you found +me skipping about on. A liver is a thing that weighs a good deal. So I +generally take it out, and play about without it during the day-time. We +must go back for it."--The Jelly-Fish agreed that there was nothing +else to be done under the circumstances. For,--silly creature that he +was,--he did not see that the Monkey was telling a story in order to +avoid getting killed, and having his liver used as medicine for the +fanciful young Dragon Queen. + +[Illustration] + +When they reached the shore of Monkey-Land again, the monkey bounded +off the Jelly-Fish's back, and up to the topmost branch of the +chestnut-tree in less than no time. Then he said: "I do not see my liver +here. Perhaps somebody has taken it away. But I will look for it. You, +meantime, had better go back and tell your Master what has happened. He +might be anxious about you, if you did not get home before dark." + +[Illustration] + +So the Jelly-Fish started off a second time; and when he got home, he +told the Dragon King everything just as it had happened. But the King +flew into a passion with him for his stupidity, and hallooed to his +officers, saying: "Away with this fellow! Take him, and beat him to a +jelly! Don't let a single bone remain unbroken in his body!" So the +officers seized him, and beat him, as the King had commanded. That is +the reason why, to this very day, Jelly-Fishes have no bones, but are +just nothing more than a mass of pulp. + +[Illustration] + +As for the Dragon Queen, when she found she could not have the Monkey's +liver,--why! she made up her mind that the only thing to do was to get +well without it. + + * * * * * + +_Printed by the Kobunsha in Tokyo, Japan._ + + + + +THE KOBUNSHA'S JAPANESE FAIRY TALE SERIES. + +[Illustration] + + 1. Momotaro or Little Peachling. + + 2. The Tongue Cut Sparrow. + + 3. The Battle of the Monkey and the Crab. + + 4. The Old Man who made the Dead Trees Blossom. + + 5. Kachi-Kachi Mountain. + + 6. The Mouse's Wedding. + + 7. The Old Man and the Devils. + + 8. Urashima, the Fisher-Boy. + + 9. The Eight-Headed Serpent. + + 10. The Matsuyama Mirror. + + 11. The Hare of Inaba. + + 12. The Cub's Triumph. + + 13. The Silly Jelly-Fish. + + 14. The Princes, Fire-flash and Fire-fade. (_in the press_) + +[Illustration] + +_Copyright Reserved._ + + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Silly Jelly-Fish, by B. H. Chamberlain + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25621.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25621.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7e85b32cd46abddf6caaff31307fcfbbc1a38b2d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25621.txt @@ -0,0 +1,205 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + MERRY WORDS + FOR + MERRY + CHILDREN. + + [Illustration] + + Published by + W. Hagelberg, London & New York. + + Printed by + W. Hagelberg, Berlin. + + + + + MERRY WORDS + FOR + MERRY + CHILDREN. + + [Illustration] + + By A HOATSON. + + Published by + W. Hagelberg, London & New York. + + Printed by + W. Hagelberg, Berlin. + + + + +JIM'S DREAM. + +[Illustration] + + Jim was a boy who was fond of clowns, + And thought they were excellent fun; + He talked so much of them and their ways, + That one night he dreamed he was one. + + He dreamed he was feeding five fat geese + On boiled slate-pencils and rice: + He said it was wholesome food for geese, + But they said, "More wholesome than nice." + +[Illustration] + + He dreamed that he set two geese to dance, + While he took a fiddle and played. + He said, "You look pretty and gay, my dears." + "We feel very tired," they said. + + "What, tired!" he said, "with that nice pink sash, + "And that waistcoat of vivid blue?" + Then he tried to teach them the way to sing-- + A thing geese never can do. + +[Illustration] + + He made them try to stand on their heads + And wave their feet in the air, + Although they said the pain in their necks + Was more than a goose could bear. + + He said that it didn't hurt his back-- + He liked it, for his part; + And all the geese declared he had + A most unfeeling heart. + +[Illustration] + + He knocked the bottom out of the pot + That had held the pencil-stew, + And held it in the air while five + Reluctant geese jumped through. + + They said they burned their wings and feet + With the sides of the smoking pot. + He laughed, "Oh, nonsense! Now, my dears, + "We'll try something really hot." + +[Illustration] + + So he made a terrified goose jump through + A hoop all blazing alight, + While all the rest of the geese stood round + And screamed with all their might. + + And he was just about to try + To teach them how to swim, + When all the geese made up their minds + They'd have some games with him. + +[Illustration] + + They put him on a spit, to roast + Before a blazing fire; + And one fat goose with bellows blew, + To make the flame go higher. + + He woke up shrieking with fear and pain, + And, as he cuddled down + Between the sheets, he vowed he'd never + Become a cruel clown. + + + + +THE RACE. + + + Has anyone heard of the wonderful race + Of the frogs and the greyhounds, the rabbits and cats? + They rode it on bicycles, sixteen in all, + And the umpires were pugs, with cigars and high hats. + + And the number of each kind of racer was four-- + Four frogs dressed in green, four rabbits in brown, + Four greyhounds well brushed and with spotless shirt-fronts, + Four pussies with tails hanging gracefully down. + +[Illustration: The frogs came up first, with their legs straddled +wide.] + + The four solemn puggies inspected them all + And weighed them as gravely as if they were dead. + "The rabbits must carry the dinners for all; + It's a fair handicap, as they're quickest," they said. + + (I've heard that the rabbits were angry at this; + And I think that it's true, for they never were seen + Any more by the umpires, although the cats say + They frequently meet them at night on the green.) + +[Illustration: Then up came the greyhounds] + + And now they are ready, and "Go!" cried the first + Of the four solemn pugs as he lit his cigar. + "I shall act for the rabbits; you choose from the rest, + And carefully watch who first passes the bar." + + "The cats shall be mine," says the fourth with a wag + Of his tightly curled tail as he sat on the grass. + "I speak for the frogs," said the third, "for I'm sure + They're cunning enough to let nobody pass." + +[Illustration: The rabbits rode off with the food to the woods] + + "So the greyhounds are mine, then," says pug Number Two, + And he put his blue spectacles on, and he sighed, + "I know they'll not win, though they'll all do their best, + For nobody ever has taught them to ride." + + The frogs came up first, with their legs straddled wide + On the bicycle handles, their arms folded tight; + Their umpire, the third little pug, gave a shout, + And pushed his hat back in his joy at the sight. + +[Illustration: The pussies were last] + + Then up came the greyhounds, and pug Number Two, + Though dissatisfied, felt that he could not ask more. + "But where are the rabbits?" said One with a groan. + "And what has become of my pussies?" whined Four. + + Well, the pussies were last, for they would not begin + With the others, but stayed to catch mice and to play; + And the rabbits rode off with the food to the woods, + So nobody got any dinner that day. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Merry Words for Merry Children, by A. Hoatson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25634.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25634.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5e02c50e7069a1e8093160283172ab1558167ea6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25634.txt @@ -0,0 +1,568 @@ + + + + + +Produced by K. Nordquist, Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + Christmas + Roses + + by + + Lizzie Lawson + + and + + Robert Ellice Mack. + + [Illustration] + + London: + Griffith, Farran & Company + St. Paul's Churchyard. + + + + + [Illustration: CHRISTMAS ROSES] + + [Illustration] + + _A BUNCH_ of Christmas Roses, dear, + To greet my fairest child, + I plucked them in my garden where + The drifting snow lay piled. + + I cannot bring thee violets dear, + Or cowslips growing wild, + Or daisy chain for thee to wear, + For thee to wear, my child. + + For all the grassy meadows near + Are clad with snow, my child; + Through all the days of winter drear + No ray of sun has smiled. + + I plucked this bunch of verses, dear, + From out my garden wild, + I plucked them in the winter drear + For you, my fairest child, + Your wet and wintry hours to cheer, + They're Christmas Roses, child. + + + + + [Illustration] + + _THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING._ + + "_I DON'T_ believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me," + Said little crippled Nell, "a'cause, we are so poor you see; + And then I don't believe the 'chimbley's' wide enough for him, + D'ye think that Santa Claus will come, when all the lights are dim." + "Of course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor; + Now go to bed dear Nell," said Nan, "he'll come to-night I'm sure." + + * * * * * + + I don't know if by chimney or if by stair he crept, + But sure enough he visited the room where Nelly slept. + He brought a golden orange, and a monkey red and blue, + That climbed a little wooden stick in a way I couldn't do. + He hung them in Nell's stocking, and Nan was right, be sure, + That Santa Claus loves every one however rich or poor. + + + + + [Illustration] + + _THE PET RABBIT._ + + "_I HAVE_ a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down, + And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown. + The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed, + I wonder if my Bunny's still safe in his little shed. + + And than the next thing that I do I dare say you have guessed; + It's to go at once and see him, when I am washed and dressed. + And every day I see him I like him more and more, + And each day he is bigger than he was the day before. + + I feed him in the morning with bran and bits of bread, + And every night I take some straw to make his little bed. + What with carrots in the morning and turnip-tops for tea, + If a bunny can be happy, I'm sure he ought to be. + + Then when it's nearly bedtime I go down to his shed, + And say 'Good night you Bunny' before I go to bed. + I think there's only one thing that would make me happy quite, + If I could take my Bunny dear with me to bed at night?" + + [Illustration: THE PET RABBIT.] + + + + + [Illustration] + + FATHER'S BOAT. + + _IT'S_ Father's boat we're watching, + Away out on the sea, + She's named the Pretty Polly, + One hundred and ninety three, + Father called her the Polly, + After Mother and me. + + There isn't a smarter boat + Than Father's on the sea, + The Pretty Polly is _our_ ship, + Father's the skipper is he, + And we are watching for Father, + We're watching, Nancy and me. + + Sometimes the wind blows wildly, + But Nancy, and Mother, and me, + We sing a bit of a hymn we know, + The hymn for those at sea, + Although when we think of Father, + We're as near to choke as can be. + + To-night the moon will be shining, + A sight it will be to see, + Father's ship all in silver, + A'sail on a silver sea, + And Father himself a coming home + To Mother and Nancy and me. + + [Illustration: FATHER'S BOAT.] + + + + + [Illustration] + + _A MISTAKE._ + + "_MY_ dears, whatever are you at? + You ought to be at home; + I told you not to wet your feet-- + I told you not to roam. + + "Oh, dear! I'm sure you will be drowned! + _I_ never saw such tricks + Come home at once, and go to bed, + You naughty naughty chicks." + + Now most of them were five days old, + But one, whose age was six-- + "Please, ma'am," said he, "I think we're ducks; + I don't believe we're chicks!" + + [Illustration: LITTLE DUCKS.] + + + + + [Illustration] + + _A SAD TALE._ + + "_Who's_ afraid of a cat?" said he; + "I'm not afraid of a cat." + He was a bird who sat on a rail, + With five other birds, and this was his tale. + "I'm not afraid of a cat." + + "I _might_ be afraid if I were a mouse, + Or even if I were a rat: + But as I'm a bird + I give you my word + I'm not afraid of a cat." + + A cat and her kits came down on the scene, + Five birds flew over the rail; + Our hero was caught + As quick as a thought, + And didn't he alter his tale! + + "You've made a mistake, Mister Cat," said he; + "You must please let me go, Mister Cat. + I'm not at all nice, + I don't taste like mice: + You'd much better have a young rat." + Said the cat, "It's no use, + You may be a goose, + I'll not let you go for all that." + + + + + _THE CREW OF THE NANCY LEE._ + + [Illustration] + + _Polly's_ the mate of the Nancy Lee, + And Tom is the skipper bold, + They sail together + In rough wind and weather, + And they are the crew, all told. + + In their taut and trim little boat they ride + Away o'er the bright blue sea, + With hands ever ready, + And hearts ever steady, + Whatever the dangers may be. + And a smarter crew will never be found, + Though you may search the whole world round. + + + + + [Illustration: HIE FOR CHRISTMAS.] + + _HIE FOR CHRISTMAS!_ + + _Bring_ Frost, bring Snow, + Come winter, + Bring us holly, + Bring joy at Christmas, + Off with Melancholy! + + Sing hie, sing hey, + Sing ho, + Sing holly, + Sing hie for Christmas! + Isn't winter jolly? + + Sing Jack, Sing Jill, + Sing Jo, + Sing Polly, + Sing hie for Christmas, + Mistletoe and Holly. + + + + + [Illustration: PUTTING AWAY THE TOYS.] + + [Illustration] + + _BEDTIME._ + + "_It's_ bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear, + It's time to put away, + Your little Noah's ark dear + Until another day, + You know it isn't right at all + To tire yourself with play. + + And they too must be tired dear, + The elephants want to go + To bed,--if they're much later, + They'll all be ill I know, + And every well bred camel, + Is in bed long ago. + + And surely you can see dear, + It really isn't right, + The little dove's so tired dear, + She scarce can stand upright. + It does not do to keep them up + So very late at night." + + + + + [Illustration] + + _PUSS IN THE CORNER._ + + "_You_ are a naughty pussy-cat, + I think it right to mention that, + To all who see your picture here, + 'Twas you who broke my Bunny dear. + + An hour ago, as you can tell, + I left him here, alive and well; + And now he's _dead_ and, what is more, + You've broke his leg I'm pretty sure. + + For you my puss I'll never care, + No never, never, never, _there_, + And you are in disgrace you know, + And in the corner you must go. + + What crying? Then I must cry too + And I can't bear to punish you; + Perhaps my Bunny isn't dead, + Perhaps you've only stunned his head. + + And though I'm sure you broke his leg, + It may be mended with a peg, + And though he's very, very, funny, + My Bunny's not a real Bunny, + And I'll forgive and tell you that, + You're my own precious pussy cat." + + [Illustration: PUSS IN THE CORNER.] + + + + + [Illustration] + + _THE LITTLE HE AND SHE._ + + _Once_ there lived, I'm not sure where, + May be Arcadee, + Sweet-Heart and his mistress fair, + Little He and She; + + And they danced a measure light, + Danced in very glee. + Hand in hand, a pretty sight, + Little He and She. + + When they ceased his bright eyes fell, + Darling must we stay? + Can't we dance so happily + You and I for aye? + + Then she clasped his hand again, + Whispered sweet and low, + "Dearest, always hand in hand + You and I will go." + + So they danced with merry feet, + E'en in Arcadee, + Happier pair you ne'er will meet, + Little He and She. + + + + + [Illustration] + + _LITTLE BO-PEEP._ + + _Little_ Bo-peep has lost her Sheep, + (It's a secret to you I'm confiding.) + At the end of the shelf, + Where she put them herself, + Her Baa-lambs are safely hiding. + + If you put a thing carefully, safely away, + You're sure not to find it when wanted next day. + + + + + [Illustration: HOPES AND FEARS.] + + [Illustration] + + _HOPES AND FEARS._ + + _Like_ clouds that flit across the sky, + So follow hopes and fears. + What in these clouds see you and me + Dear Sweetheart, smiles or tears? + + This little airy fleecy wing, + That flits across the blue, + What message Sweetheart does it bring + Of hope or fear to you? + + Pray God it brings you _sunny hours_ + And haply some few _tears_ + To bless like showers your summer flowers + In the long coming years. + + + + + [Illustration] + + _THE STORY BOOK FAIRY._ + + _Shall_ I sing you a song, not short and not long, + Of a story-book fairy who hides all among + The covers and leaves of your pictures and prints, + And colors them all with such beautiful tints? + + First he kisses the girls with the fairest of curls + Then they blush like red roses and each head whirls. + In each little eye drops a bit of blue sky, + And colors each frock with a wonderful dye. + + His breathing I ween is the wonderful sheen, + That clothes trees and meadows with loveliest green, + The buttercups bold, it need hardly be told, + Are gilded by him with the finest of gold. + + It is he I suppose who paints the red rose, + And the rest of the flowers which every one knows, + And the same red will do (or a similar hue), + For Robin and little Red Riding Hood too. + + He's awake it is said when you are abed, + For the picture-book doggies and cats must be fed, + To the picture-book children some stories he'll tell, + And sometimes he'll read them their verses as well. + + The moment you open your picture book he + Is away out of sight as quick as can be, + For fairy law says that a fairy must die + The instant he's seen by one human eye. + + + + + _SPRING._ + + _The_ tiny crocus is so bold + It peeps its head above the mould, + Before the flowers awaken, + To say that spring is coming, dear, + With sunshine and that winter drear + Will soon be overtaken. + + [Illustration] + + + + + [Illustration] + + _GOLDEN DAYS._ + + _There_ are days of summer sunshine, + Of warm and sunny weather, + When the hedge is full of hawthorn + And hills are glad with heather. + + There are days of silent sadness, + Of frost, and snow, and rain, + When we fear that summer's gladness + Will never come again. + + And now our songs are minor key, + And now in merry tune; + The windward side will change to lee, + And January to June. + + Day and night the sun is shining, + Though he may hide his head; + Each cloud has a silver lining, + The flowers are asleep not dead. + + Every day may have its playtime + Made bright by cheerful lays; + And life be one long Maytime, + A year of golden days. + + [Illustration: GOLDEN DAYS.] + + + + + [Illustration] + + _A SLANDER._ + + "_Shake_ hands, shake hands my little girl," + Said Mister Crab to Nell, + "I'm very glad to meet you dear, + I hope you are quite well. + I think it's very hot to-day, + I feel it in my shell." + + "I can't shake hands with you," said Nell, + "It isn't thought polite, + Without an introduction; + Besides, no doubt it's spite, + It mayn't be true, but still they do, + They do say that you--BITE." + + + + + [Illustration] + + _A SONG._ + + I _hear_ a Song + I think 'tis a thrush's. + He sings to the Wild Rose + See how she blushes! + + [Illustration] + + + + + [Illustration: THE EVENING HOUR.] + + [Illustration] + + _NEARLY BEDTIME._ + + _Only_ half an hour or so + Before nurse calls them to bed, + And the ruddy light of a cheerful fire + Shines over each curly head. + + No trouble have they, no sorrow-- + Their hearts are lighter than air, + No fear that a dark to-morrow + May bring with it want or care. + + God send them each on their pathway + Many a wayside flower; + And grant, in the evening of lifetime, + The joy of the evening hour. + + + * * * * * + + + [Illustration] + + Lithographed + and + printed by + Ernest Nister + of Nuremberg. + + + +-----------------------------------------+ + |Transcriber's Note: | + | | + |In the first line of the second verse of | + |The Pet Rabbit "than" has been changed to| + |"then". An apostrophe has been added to | + |the title of "Father's Boat" and a hyphen| + |added to "to-night". | + +-----------------------------------------+ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25643.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25643.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d37f9390b8f8b4d28e21bfedc07fc771bedbb64e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25643.txt @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bill Tozier and Barbara Tozier. + + + + +[Illustration: HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP] + + + + + "HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP" + + + BY + + + ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING + + + + _WITH DESIGNS BY MISS L. B. HUMPHREY_ + + _ENGRAVED BY ANDREW_ + + + + BOSTON + LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS + NEW YORK CHARLES T DILLINGHAM + 1882 + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1880, + By LEE AND SHEPARD. + + + + +"He Giveth his Beloved Sleep" + +PSALM cxxvii. 2. + + + + +THE SLEEP + + OF all the thoughts of God that are + Borne inward unto souls afar, + Along the Psalmist's music deep, + Now tell me if that any is, + For gift or grace, surpassing this-- + 'He giveth His beloved, sleep'! + + What would we give to our beloved? + The hero's heart to be unmoved, + The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, + The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, + The monarch's crown, to light the brows? + 'He giveth His beloved sleep.' + +[Illustration: Along the Psalmist's music deep] + + What do we give to our beloved? + A little faith all undisproved, + A little dust to overweep, + And bitter memories to make + The whole earth blasted for our sake. + He giveth His beloved sleep. + +[Illustration: A little dust to overweep] + + "Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, + But have no tune to charm away + Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. + But never doleful dream again + Shall break the happy slumber when + He giveth His beloved sleep. + +[Illustration: Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep + But never doleful dream agains + Shall break the happy slumber] + + O earth, so full of dreary noises! + O men, with wailing in your voices! + O delved gold, the wailers heap! + O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! + God strikes a silence through you all, + He giveth His beloved sleep. + +[Illustration: Oh men with wailing in your voices] + + His dews drop mutely on the hill; + His cloud above it saileth still, + Though on its slope men sow and reap. + More softly than the dew is shed, + Or cloud is floated overhead, + He giveth His beloved sleep. + +[Illustration: Though on its slope men sow and reap] + + Ay, men may wonder while they scan + A living, thinking, feeling man, + Confirmed in such a rest to keep; + But angels say, and through the word + I think their happy smile is _heard_,-- + 'He giveth His beloved sleep.' + +[Illustration: And through the word + I think their happy smile is heard] + + For me, my heart that erst did go + Most like a tired child at a show, + That sees through tears the mummers leap, + Would now its wearied vision close, + Would childlike on His love repose, + Who giveth His beloved sleep. + +[Illustration: Like a tired child at a show] + + And, friends, dear friends,--when it shall be + That this low breath is gone from me, + And round my bier ye come to weep, + Let one, most loving of you all, + Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall-- + 'He giveth His beloved sleep.'" + + + + + ILLUSTRATED + + HYMNS AND POEMS. + + Uniform volumes. 4to. 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PUBLISHERS, + BOSTON. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25650.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25650.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ff0e5c7213bae1fbfedbfae924ae1690a7d76eed --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25650.txt @@ -0,0 +1,402 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Illustration: Front Cover] + + + + + + +All About The Little Small Red Hen + + + + +DEDICATED TO THE NICEST CHILD IN THE WHOLE WORLD, + ____________________ + + +Printed in U. S. A. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +All About the Little Small Red Hen. + +Illustrated by John B. Gruelle. + + + NEW YORK + CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + The All About Series + + _Price per volume, 35 Cents_ + + + "ALL ABOUT PETER RABBIT," By Beatrix Potter. + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT THE THREE BEARS." + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE PIGS." + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT CINDERELLA." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE SMALL RED HEN." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT LITTLE BLACK SAMBO." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT HANSEL AND GRETHEL." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS." + Pictured by Gladys Hall. + + CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY New York + + + Copyright, 1917, by Cupples & Leon Company + + _All About the Little Small Red Hen_ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +All About The Little Small Red Hen. + + + Once upon a time, + Though I can't say exactly when, + There lived, away in the country, + A Little Small Red Hen. + +[Illustration] + + She wore a nice little apron, + And a little sunbonnet too, + And she walked picketty pecketty, + As little Hens always do. + +[Illustration] + + She had lived the whole of her little life, + In the same little house; it stood + All by itself, in a lonely spot, + Just at the edge of a wood. + +[Illustration] + + It was very snug and cosy and warm, + And the garden wasn't big, + But just what a Little Small Red Hen + Could nicely manage to dig. + + And once upon a time-- + Just the same time, of course, + There also lived a Wicked Old Fox + Among the heath and gorse. + +[Illustration] + + Silently, slyly, he crept round the fields, + Stealing geese and ducks and cocks, + Dressed in a hat and long great coat, + This wicked, cunning old Fox. + + His house was perched on top of the hill, + It was made of rock and stone; + He and his wife, old Mother Fox, + They lived there all alone. + +[Illustration] + + It was large and damp and draughty, + Ugly and cold and bare; + A tidy Little Small Red Hen + Would never be happy there. + + Now, the Wicked Old Fox had often tried + Over and over again, + To catch by some sly trick or other + The Little Small Red Hen. + +[Illustration] + + But she was far too clever for him, + She never let him find her, + And whenever she left her little house + She would lock the door behind her. + + One morning, very early indeed, + Before the sun was hot, + The Wicked Old Fox said to Mother Fox, + "Put on the big black pot. + + "I'm going to have another try, + I shall soon be back, and then + I promise you'll see at last I've caught + The Little Small Red Hen." + +[Illustration] + + So he put on his cap and shouldered a sack, + And walked very sly and slow; + And after a while he came in sight + Of the snug little house below. + + And he laid the sack very softly down + On the ground behind a tree, + And then lay down to wait and watch, + As quiet as quiet could be. + +[Illustration] + + He was getting tired of waiting there, + When the house-door opened wide, + And the Little Small Red Hen came forth + To gather sticks outside; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Walking picketty-pecketty, + Exceedingly neat and prim; + And the Wicked Old Fox lay watching; + She never once thought of him! + + While she was picking up the sticks + He slipped behind the door, + And laughed "Ho! Ho!" to himself, very low, + As he put the sack on the floor. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + He stood there, hiding and chuckling, + And peeping through the crack, + And he saw the Little Small Red Hen, + In a minute or two, come back. + + She stepped inside with her bundle of sticks, + As cheerful as one could be, + When the Wicked Old Fox sprang full at her throat. + "I've got you now!" cried he. + + "What good are bolts and bars?" he said, + "How silly you must be + To think that they could ever keep out + A cunning old Fox like me!" + + Of course the poor Little Small Red Hen + Was now in a terrible fright. + She gave a scream and dropped her sticks, + They tumbled left and right. + + But she just had time to fly on a beam + That went across over head, + Quite out of reach of the Wicked Old Fox. + "But I'll have you yet," he said. + + Then he began to run round and round, + And round and round beneath, + Looking up every now and then, + Laughing and showing his teeth. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + It made her dreadfully dizzy and faint, + She gave a cluck and a lurch, + She gave a flap and a flutter and flop, + And fell right off her perch. + + Then the Wicked Old Fox threw open his sack, + And in less than half a minute, + He had picked her up with a cry of joy, + And hastily stuffed her in it. + +[Illustration] + + He swung it over his shoulder, smiled, + And started off for his den; + "How nice you'll be for supper!" said he, + "My dear Little Small Red Hen!" + + So there she was, poor thing, you see, + Shut up quite tight in the sack; + She found it most unpleasant there, + Close and stuffy and black. + +[Illustration] + + But she thought of her little scissors, + In her apron pocket hid. + "I will cut a hole and see where I am," + She said. And so she did. + + Now the sun was hot, and all the time + It was getting hotter still; + And the Wicked Old Fox grew very tired + As he climbed the heathy hill. + +[Illustration] + + He dropped on mossy bank, and said-- + "It may be lazy--but + I think I'll just have forty winks," + And his wicked eyes blinked and shut. + + The Little Small Red Hen, indeed, + Was also very glad + To rest a bit from the jogs and jolts' + And the bangs and bumps she'd had. + +[Illustration] + + And she thought, "If I cut a little hole, + Why not a big one too?" + And she cut a slit that was long enough + To let her whole self through! + + Wasn't she pleased to be free again! + She said, "I must run double-quick; + But before I go I'll manage to play, + The Wicked Old Fox a trick." + +[Illustration] + + And she took a great big knobby stone, + As large as a lump of coal, + And heaved and pushed, and pushed and heaved, + 'Till she got it through the hole. + + And then she scuttled panting home + As fast as her legs would go, + Not walking picketty-pecketty + This time,--oh dear no! + +[Illustration] + + She scuttered and fluttered down the hill, + And scampered through her door. + "Thank goodness!" she said, all out of breath, + "I'm safe at home once more!" + + But when the Wicked Old Fox woke up, + It was getting dark and late. + He shouldered the sack, and found it now + A most remarkable weight. + +[Illustration] + + "Dear me!" he said, "she weighs like a goose! + I thought she'd be light as a wren; + What a splendid supper we'll have to-night + Off the Little Small Red Hen!" + +[Illustration] + + So heavily, wearily trudged he home, + And kept shifting the sack about; + And when at last he came to his door, + There was old Mother Fox looking out. + + She said to him, "You look tired, my dear," + And he answered, "Ah, she's caught!" + And he puffed and licked his lips and said + "She's twice as fat as I thought!" + + He asked, "My love, is the pot on the boil?" + "It's boiling fast," she replied. + He said, "Then take the lid off, my dear, + And we'll pop her plump inside!" + + So Old Mother Fox took off the lid, + Hot and steaming and black, + While the Wicked Old Fox, with hurry and haste, + Untied the mouth of the sack. + + And--SPLASH! went in the great big stone, + It _was_ a splash! my word! + I don't suppose a splash so loud + Has ever before been heard. + + The bees and birds and bunnies all, + Who had gone to bed for the night, + For miles around, woke up with a jump + In a most tremendous fright. + +[Illustration] + + And the boiling water in the pot + Splashed out on every side, + And terribly scalded the Wicked Old Fox, + And Old Mother Fox, and they died. + + There they lay, all still and stark, + Up in the house on the hill; + There they lay, and, for all I know, + There they are lying still. + + But the Hen lived happily, just as before, + In her dear little house by the wood, + Walking picketty-pecketty, + Working as hard as she could. + + "I've had a great many troubles! + I hope they won't happen again; + Anything for a quiet life!" + Said the Little Small Red Hen. + + +The End + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's All About the Little Small Red Hen, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25655.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25655.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6d41f80d73002813dcf9b17b8c361a12d8d4e4f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25655.txt @@ -0,0 +1,305 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + THE + SKATING PARTY, + AND + Other Stories. + + [Illustration] + + NEW YORK: + GEO. A. LEAVITT. + + + + +[Illustration: SKATING PARTY.] + +THE SKATING PARTY. + + +One cold winter's morning, Willie's mother promised to take him to see +the skaters on the river. Willie was in great glee, and when they +arrived at the river, he wanted to go on the ice but his mother was +afraid to venture. The river was frozen very hard, and the merry skaters +seemed almost to fly, they went so fast over the glib ice. Now and then +one of them would fall down, causing a burst of laughter from the +others; but he would jump up and go it again. Skating is a pleasant and +healthful exercise, but sometimes dangerous, for should the ice break +many would probably be drowned. Little boys should be careful how they +venture, and not go near air holes. + + + + +[Illustration: THE ARREST.] + +THE ARREST. + + +As Harry Somers and his father were one day walking along the street, +they saw a policeman leading a poor ragged little boy, who seemed very +much frightened. Mr. Somers asked the policeman, what he had been doing. +The man told him, that the little boy had been caught in the act of +stealing cakes and apples, from the stand of a poor woman. Mr. Somers +told Harry, that it was very likely that miserable boy had drunken +parents who encouraged him to lie and steal, and that when he grew up, +he would be likely to turn out a bad man, and cautioned Harry not to +keep bad company. + + + + +[Illustration: THE SOLDIERS.] + +THE SOLDIERS. + + +Hark! What noise is that? I surely heard a drum. Look there is a company +of boys dressed up like soldiers. One playing the fife, another the +drum, while at the side of the company, stands a boy, with his drawn +sword over his shoulder, for all the world like a captain. And then +there is another, with the flag flying, as proudly as if he was in +reality bearing the colors of a real troop. Well, boys will be boys. And +this little company, have had their minds filled with brave thoughts +from infancy perhaps. It may be, that in that little company of +boy-soldiers, there is one whose name will be yet heard of in the +history of his country. + + + + +[Illustration: THE DEPOT.] + +THE DEPOT. + + +Here is a picture of a rail-road depot, and passengers awaiting the +arrival of the cars. There are many very handsome depots in the United +States furnished with every thing that will afford comfort for +travellers. The cars too are sometimes very beautiful. Accidents very +often happen on rail-roads, and lives are often lost by the the +carelessness of those having charge of the locomotive. They go very +fast; indeed so fast, that you cannot see the houses, or trees along +the road. + + + + +[Illustration: THE POSTMASTER.] + +THE POSTMASTER. + + +In olden times, in country towns, they had no post offices, as we now +have; but a man was appointed by the authorities, whose duty was to +travel on horseback from one village to another, with his bag of +letters, and deliver them to the persons to whom they are directed. +His arrival was always anxiously looked for, and men, women and +children, ran to meet him, all wanting letters, and feeling greatly +disappointed if he had not one for them. But now we have post offices +in almost every little town, where the mails arrive regularly. + + + + +[Illustration: THE FUNERAL.] + +THE FUNERAL. + + +See that slow and solemn procession. What does it mean? Ah! there is a +coffin, carried by four persons, called pall bearers. Some one has been +called upon to die; to return to the God who made him. See his friends +weeping, as slowly the coffin is born to the grave. Death is a very +solemn affair, children. We all have to die some time, and after +a-while, your turn will come, and you will be laid in the cold dark +earth to rise again at the day of judgment. + + + + +[Illustration: SCISSORS GRINDER.] + +THE SCISSORS GRINDER. + + +Oh! here he comes, his little bell tinkling, and inviting those who have +knives or scissors that want sharpening to give him a call, as he won't +charge them much, and will sharpen the ladies' scissors, so that they +will cut like razors. See that little dog, how he watches the operation, +and then there is a little boy hastening with his mother's scissors, +no doubt as well pleased with the importance of his errand, as if he was +a great man. Poor old man he has a hard time to make an honest penny and +yet he is as cheerful, as if he was wealthy. + +[Illustration] + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: HAYMAKING.] + +HAYMAKING. + + +After the grass is cut, it is spread out to dry and then put up in +heaps, called stacks. If it should happen to rain, it has again to be +spread out, and subjected to the heat of the sun, for if it was put into +the barn wet it would all rot, and be good for nothing. As soon as it is +thoroughly dried the farmers take their hay-wagons and go out into the +field and gather it up. This is anxiously waited for by the children, +who delight to ride home on the top of the loads of sweet hay, pleased +with the success of the farmers. + + + + +[Illustration: MISCHIEVOUS HARRY.] + +MISCHIEVOUS HARRY. + + +Harry Smith was a very mischievous little boy, and delighted to tease +his sister Sarah who had a very quick temper. This only made him worse, +and he was often punished for his rude behavior. One day he took his +sister's doll, a present from her father, and was in the act of hiding +it in a drawer when the door opened, and in walked his sister. He was +caught in the very act; he ran and she after him, crying loudly, until +their mother who had been reading, interfered, scolding Harry for his +mischievous tricks, and Sarah for her temper. The doll was restored, and +she was pacified. + + + + +[Illustration: SNOW-BALLING.] + +SNOW-BALLING. + + +This is a sport that most boys really love. Most of them are impatient +for the snow to fall, as then they anticipate enjoying themselves in a +game of snow-ball. For this purpose they go to some open lot, and form +parties. Oftentimes, however, they become excited, especially when one +of them is hit in the eye, and the sport becomes earnest and leads to +bad results. This should not be; the balls of snow, should be soft, so +that no one may be hurt; though we are sorry to say some little boys put +in their snow-balls, stones and pieces of ice, which is a very dangerous +practice. + + + + +[Illustration: THE RESCUE.] + +THE RESCUE. + + +Some boys are very venturesome, and will rush into danger, no matter how +often they read of accidents that happen to others, and constantly +disobey the commands of their parents. George Harris, was one of these. +His father had told him again and again, not to climb trees in search of +bird's nests; but George thought there would be no danger. So one day he +got up a tree, after a bird's nest, lost his balance, and fell into +the creek, and would have been drowned, had not one of his playmates +nobly rescued him from a watery grave. He never tried it ever again, +however; it was a lesson he never forgot. + + + + +[Illustration: THE BURIAL.] + +BURIAL OF POOR KITTY. + + +Poor little Kitty died. Little Mary cried, as if her heart would break. +Kitty was her only pet, and one which she had loved very dearly. She +asked her brother George, if he would not make a coffin, and dig a grave +to bury it in. Her brother pitied her distress and readily promised to +do as she wished. At last the day came, on which it was to be put in +the cold damp earth, and all the children attended the funeral, sobbing, +and feeling very solemn, as the coffin was slowly lowered into the grave +prepared for its reception. All was over and with slow and reluctant +steps they departed for home, little Mary, weeping violently. + + + + +[Illustration: BLIND MAN'S BUFF.] + +BLIND MAN'S BUFF. + + +This innocent amusement, is familiar to all children, and scarcely needs +a description. It causes a great deal of laughter, and as laughter is a +very healthy exercise, we can heartily recommend this play. One of a +number of children is blind folded, and led into the middle of the room, +while the rest softly go to distant parts of the room, and he tries to +find them. He cuts a funny figure, as with his arms out-stretched he +feels his way and very often stumbles against a chair, or over one of +the boys, who to add greater zest to the sport, stoops down on the +floor. + + + + +[Illustration: THE MAGNET.] + +THE MAGNETIC SWAN. + + +As Willie had been a very good boy, and learned his lessons well, his +father bought him a magnet and swan. Willie was delighted, and procured +a large basin of water in which he put the swan, and taking the magnet +in his hand, the swan followed the magnet around the basin, to the +wonder and astonishment of his little sister, who could not understand +how it was. Her father tried to explain, but she could not understand. + + + + +[Illustration: THE STUDIOUS AND IDLE BOY.] + +THE STUDIOUS AND IDLE BOY. + + +As George was one day deeply engaged studying his lessons, his cousin +Charles came in and asked him why he sat there all day, and wanted to +know whether he would not join him in his sports. George told him, that +he could not, though he would like to very much; he had his lessons to +study, and if he did not learn them well, he would be punished for his +idleness. Charles laughed at him and called him a mope; but his +conscience told him that George was right, and that he ought to like +him; but he was too full of play to think much about his lessons. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Skating Party and Other Stories, by Unknown + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25657.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25657.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bf27717bfcc5969cc5d1de4fabba9effee7ca53c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25657.txt @@ -0,0 +1,297 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +DEBORAH DENT + + +FRONTISPIECE. + +[Illustration: _THE DONKEY TURNED SCHOOLMASTER._ page 14.] + +[Illustration: _JOHNNY FIG AND HIS WIFE._ page 22.] + + + + + DEBORAH DENT + AND + HER DONKEY; + + AND + + MADAM FIG's GALA. + + + TWO HUMOROUS TALES. + + + EMBELLISHED WITH + SEVENTEEN BEAUTIFULLY-COLOURED ENGRAVINGS. + + + _LONDON_: + DEAN AND MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET; AND + A. K. NEWMAN & Co. LEADENHALL-STREET. + + + _Price One-Shilling._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + Deborah Dent had a Donkey so fine! + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + Cried Debby, I'll kiss this sweet Donkey of mine, + For sure the dear creature is almost divine; + Look at his eyes, how they sparkle and shine! + He's an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + In a car the fair ladies at Brighton he drew, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + And jogging along with a jolly fat crew, + Quite into the sea for coolness he flew, + And made some fine pastime for dandies to view. + Like an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + To the stump of his tail some gay ribands she bound, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + And then at the races he tript o'er the ground, + And bore off the prize, 'ere a flea could hop round: + Though the slowest of Donkeys the winner is found, + He's an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + Cries the dame, Pray turn Doctor, my honey,--d'ye see? + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + You'll get high in practice, and pocket a fee: + Since many a jackass (all parties agree) + For physic is famous, though silly as thee; + Who art an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + Says Deborah, Wherefore, since learning's the rage, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig, + Should not my dear Donkey teach children their page? + Pray set up a school, and be one of the sage, + In this wonderful, wonderful, wonderful age, + Like an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + She sent for a barber, her Donkey to shave, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + Cried Frizzle,--O, sir, what a strong beard you have! + This counsellor's wig will make you look grave, + And then at the bar you may bellow and rave + Like an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + And now, since your talents are gen'ral, you know, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + Set up an artist, take portraits also. + The Ass took the hint--daub'd a canvas or so, + But found that his genius was lazy and slow. + Like an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + +[Illustration] + + My tale to conclude: he draws sand in a cart, + Marrowbones, cherrystones, + Bundle'em jig. + Having failed to get credit in science or art, + And angry old Deb, with her crutch makes him smart, + Because he'd creep slowly, and not bear his part, + But remain an ambling, scambling, + Braying-sweet, turn-up feet, + Mane-cropt, tail-lopt, + High-bred, thistle-fed, + Merry old Bundle'em jig. + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +MADAM FIG'S GALA. + + +[Illustration] + + Johnny Fig was a green and white grocer, + In business as brisk as an eel, sir; + None than John to the shop could stick closer, + Which Madam Fig thought ungenteel, sir. + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties, I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + Her neighbours resolved to cut out, + And astonish the rustic parishioners, + She invited them all to a rout, + And _ax't_ all the village _musicioners_. + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea, + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + The company met gay as larks, sir, + Dressed out like blown roses and pinks; + And each buxom lass and gay spark, sir, + Had plenty of spirits to drink. + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + The Barber sung, 'Gallery of Wigs,' sir, + The _gemmen_ all said--'twas the dandy; + And the _ladies_ encored Johnny Fig, + Who volunteered 'Drops of Brandy.' + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + A brine tub, half full of beef, salted, + Madam Fig had trick'd out for a seat, sir, + Whereon Snip, for to sing, was exalted, + But the cover crack'd under his feet, sir. + Snip was sous'd in the brine, but soon rising + Exclaimed, while they laughed at his grief, + "Is't a matter so monstrous surprising, + To see pickled cabbage with beef?" + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + To strike the assembly with wonder, + Miss screamed a cantata, like Boreas, + That waked farmer Thrasher's dog Thunder, + Who starting up, joined in the chorus: + While a donkey, the melody marking, + Chimed in too, which made a wag say, sir, + "Attend to the Rector of Barking's + Duet with the Vicar of Bray, sir." + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + To a ball soon the concert gave way, + And for dancing no souls could be riper, + So they struck up the 'Devil to Pay,' + But Johnny Fig he paid the piper. + But the best on't came after the ball, + For to set off the whole to perfection, + Madam Fig _ax't_ the gentlefolks all, + To sup on a fine cold _collection_. + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea, + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + +[Illustration] + + There were oysters, and salads, and porter, + Scotch collops, roast pig, and boiled fowl, + And glasses of brandy and water, + And plenty of punch in a bowl. + The guests they sat merrily down, + Determined to eat and drink hearty, + And nothing was talked of in town, + But Old Madam Fig's dashing party. + + Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens, + Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea. + Of all the gay parties I've seen, + 'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25698.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25698.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d2193ef5d13b934857d824f17842ef68049de9ba --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25698.txt @@ -0,0 +1,398 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Wilson. (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE] + + + + +THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK: + +OR, THE THREE WISHES. + +A TALE. + + +BY THE AUTHOR OF THE +PEACOCK AT HOME. + + +THIRD EDITION. + + +LONDON: +PRINTED FOR M. J. GODWIN, +AT THE JUVENILE LIBRARY, NO. 41, SKINNER STREET; +AND TO BE HAD OF ALL BOOKSELLERS. + +1810. + + +London: Printed by B. McMillan, } +Bow Street, Covent Garden. } + + + + +PREFACE. + +The following Tale is principally taken from the admirable Work of +Madame de Beaumont (_Le Magazin des Enfans_), which formed almost the +whole library and the delight of the children of the last generation, +and has hardly been surpassed by the many excellent productions which +supply the nurseries and school-rooms of the present. + +The story is there told with the simplicity and sprightliness of which +the French language is so peculiarly capable, but which a literal +translation would render not only insipid but vulgar. + +In a poetical dress it may possibly give to the young reader a part of +that amusement, which it once afforded the infancy of the author. + + + + +THE THREE WISHES. + + + The sun withdrew his last pale ray, + And clos'd the short and chearless day; + Loud blew the wind, and rain and sleet + Against the cottage casement beat. + + The busy housewife trimm'd her fire, + And drew the oaken settle nigher, + And welcom'd home her own good man + To his clean hearth, his pipe, and can; + For Homespun and his bustling wife + Were honest folks in humble life, + Who liv'd contented with their lot, + And lov'd the comforts of their cot. + With willing hand and chearful heart, + Each of life's burden bore their part, + With patience all its ills withstood, + And thankfully receiv'd the good. + + Yet, they were not without their failings: + They lov'd the harvest-home regalings; + On summer evenings on the green + At cricket oft was Homespun seen; + And sometimes, where the sign ensnares + The wearied swain to drown his cares, + He lov'd to quaff the foaming ale, + And listen to a merry tale. + Was there within ten miles a fair-- + He and his dame were surely there: + For she too lov'd, in trim array, + And scarlet cloak, a holiday. + Ah! then within her pocket burn'd + The long sav'd crown so hardly earn'd, + While in the stall temptation spread + The printed gown or top-knot red; + Nor did her little happy train + For drum or whistle sue in vain. + + Will Rigour's brow relentless lour, + If pleasure steal from toil _one_ hour? + And shall the poor enjoy no ray + Of sunshine through their winter's day? + Nor pluck the few wild flowers, that bloom + 'Midst poverty's ungenial gloom? + + Now, seated in his wicker chair, + The swain enjoys his homely fare: + His rosy children round him press, + Eager to share the fond caress; + And as his eyes delighted trace + Health and content in each dear face, + He scarce desires a happier lot, + His toils unfelt, his cares forgot. + + When supper ended,--grace was said, + The babes were bless'd, and sent to bed, + And o'er the fire the parents sat, + Engag'd in sober, social chat,-- + When suddenly a flash of light + Reveal'd to their astonish'd sight + A little form of lovely mien, + Epitome of Beauty's Queen. + Her zone was clasp'd with jewels rare, + And roses bound her auburn hair, + White was her robe, and in her hand + Graceful she wav'd an ivory wand. + +[Illustration] + + Our couple started with surprise, + And star'd at her--with all their eyes, + Not guessing how or whence she came, + What was her nature, or her name. + At length their unexpected guest + The trembling villagers address'd: + + Mortals! she said, in me behold + A being of no earthly mold:-- + But fear me not; I visit earth + To benefit your humble worth; + For this I've left the blissful land, + Rul'd by Imperial Oberon's hand, + And on your cottage I intrude + To pay a debt of gratitude. + For know, my friends, that every year + I'm doom'd a mortal form to wear, + And for a time must undergo + The sufferings earthly creatures know. + Sometimes I wing my way a bird; + Sometimes with beasts compelled to herd; + A fish I plunge beneath the deep; + Or in an insect's form I creep. + Of late it was my fate to wear + The semblance of the timid hare; + And one cold morning in December + (The luckless day you may remember), + When winter stern in icy chains + Had bound the desolated plains, + And withered every tender plant, + A hare, compelled by urgent want, + Ventured within your garden pale + To taste your parsley and your kale. + Soon of her steps you saw the trace, + And whistled Fury to the chace. + The fatal scent her track reveals, + And the fierce cur pursued her heels; + Vain was her speed! her failing breath + Left her within the jaws of death, + When doubling quick, thus sorely prest, + She sprang for shelter to your breast. + That breast, awake to pity's plea, + My kind protector! rescued me: + Your generous cares assuag'd my pangs, + And sav'd me from the terrier's fangs. + 'Twas then I vow'd, the very hour + That gave me back my form and power, + To seek your humble roof with speed, + And recompense the gentle deed. + +[Illustration] + + Now, by the honour of a Spright + Who in good actions takes delight, + By Mab, the sovereign of fays, + Who sports beneath the moon's pale rays, + I grant to you and your good dame + The first Three Wishes that you name! + Think what will best your state amend, + And claim it from your grateful friend! + Together you had best advise, + And as you are _humane_, be _wise_! + For should you foolishly decide, + By your own choice you must abide; + Nor further does my power extend, + Howe'er dispos'd to be your friend. + + So saying, the benignant fay + Quick thro' the key-hole whisk'd away. + + Our cottagers from fear relieved, + Scarcely their eyes and ears believ'd: + But ah! what passions, long suppress'd, + Were rous'd in each unguarded breast; + Ambition, that had dormant lain, + And Pride, with Luxury in his train; + While Vanity performed her part + In simple Susan's easy heart! + + Suppose the joy that now abounded, + The exclamations that resounded: + How strange! what luck! what can have brought it? + Good lack! Dear me! Who would have thought it? + What shall we wish for? let us ponder. + Lord, how the neighbours will all wonder! + + Quoth Homespun--if 'tis not a dream, + I'll have a farm, and keep a team. + + A farm! said Susan: on my life, + I'll be no farmer's dowdy wife, + To toil and drudge thro' mud and mire: + I hope you'll hold your head much higher. + + Well, well, then--shall I be a Squire?-- + Methinks I should be somewhat proud, + To own the land which once I plough'd. + With money plenty in my bags, + I'd keep my gig and brace of nags; + My cellars should be duly stor'd, + And beef should smoke upon my board: + Besides I'd keep my pack of hounds-- + Squire Homespun! Lord how fine it sounds! + + Have it, said Susan, as you will; + But sure My Lord! sounds finer still; + Then I should be My Lady: Bless me, + How smart! how beautiful I'd dress me! + Such bonnets, mantles, ruffs, and puffs, + Such gowns, and furbelows, and muffs, + With chains and ear-rings, watch and broche, + And Madam Homespun in her coach: + So grand! so stately! who but me? + How mad my neighbour Barnes will be! + + Peace, said the husband, pr'ythee, peace! + 'Tis time this idle talk should cease: + Consider what we have at stake! + I fain some friend's advice would take: + At least we must be wise and wary, + As we were counsell'd by the fairy. + So hasten, dame, and fill the beaker, + And we'll discuss it o'er our liquor. + + 'Tis vain to trace each various plan + Which Susan form'd with her good man. + Or yet how oft they drain'd the cup, + Ere the long conference broke up: + But as opinions were divided, + The business still was undecided. + In this dilemma the result + Was--that their pillows they'd consult. + 'Tis best to take more time to con it, + Quoth Homespun--so we'll sleep upon it: + Our choice requires the coolest head; + So rake the fire, and we'll to bed. + + Susan, the happiest wife on earth, + Set all to rights, and brush'd her hearth; + And said, These embers burn so clear, + I WISH WE HAD A PUDDING HERE! + Methinks 'twould broil so clean and nice; + I'd make it ready in a trice; + She spoke--and in the chimney rumbled + A noise--and down a pudding tumbled! + + The affrighted Susan stood amaz'd, + With tearful eyes, and hands uprais'd, + O'erwhelm'd with grief and self-reproach, + Farewell! to Madam in her coach! + Her tongue itself forgot its use,-- + Tongue once so ready at excuse! + +[Illustration] + + Mean time the husband storm'd and rated, + Swearing no man was e'er so mated; + And call'd his spouse--like savage shameless, + By ugly words that must be nameless. + To throw our fortune thus away! + Aren't you a stupid idiot--hey? + Such want of thought your folly shows, + I WISH THE PUDDING ON YOUR NOSE! + + The words escap'd, he gain'd his wish. + The pudding, rising from its dish, + On Goody Homespun's nose was stuck + So fast, no power on earth could pluck + The sad incumbrance away. + What could be done? Oh, hapless day! + She cried, she stamp'd, she tore her hair; + The fatal pudding still hung there. + +[Illustration] + + Oh! I shall die, said she, with shame! + Now, Master--who is most to blame? + My face again I ne'er can show, + I shall be hooted as I go-- + What will the neighbours say--Oh! oh! + + The sorrowing husband now repented; + And Susan in her turn resented: + While he, with looks most melancholy, + Confessed he'd equall'd her in folly; + Yet strove his weeping spouse to cheer: + + Don't be cast down, said he, my dear! + Consider! we have one stake more. + We'll wish of wealth an endless store, + And you shall have such gay rich clothes, + That folks won't think about your nose: + Nay, it will ornament your face, + When cover'd with a golden case: + Therefore, my dearest, calm your passion! + We'll say nose-jewels are the fashion. + + Sad Susan wav'd her head in woe, + The pudding too wav'd to and fro, + While she exclaim'd, I tell you, No, + You barbarous man! you talk in vain: + I'll never shew my face again: + I'll have no case of gold, not I; + But lay me down at once, and die! + + Nay, said her mate--it shan't be so-- + I'd sooner our last hope forego. + Our third wish will your peace restore, + We are but where we were before. + I will my luckless wish revoke, + Recall the words I rashly spoke, + And to relieve you from this evil, + I WISH THE PUDDING AT THE DEVIL! + + Obedient to this prudent wish, + The pudding fell, and in its dish + Flew up the chimney as it came, + And thus restor'd the suffering dame; + Who, freed from anguish, now could show + Her own dear nose--_in statu quo_: + Yet scarce recovered, laugh'd and cried, + 'Twixt joy--and disappointed pride. + +[Illustration] + + Quoth Homespun--To my mind, my dame, + A tricking fairy is that same! + Why did she meddle thus about us? + To tempt us first, and then to flout us?-- + But let us not complain, my Sue; + The fairy to her word was true, + And if our schemes are overthrown, + In faith, the fault is all our own. + A wholesome lesson she has taught, + Though it is somewhat dearly bought, + And should she call another day, + She'll find it is not thrown away-- + For as we have regained our senses, + We'll lay aside our vain pretences, + Temper our hopes with moderation, + AND SUIT OUR WISHES TO OUR STATION. + + +THE END. + + + + +London: Printed by B. McMillan, } +Bow Street, Covent Garden. } + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Think Before You Speak, by Catherine Dorset + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25714.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25714.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bc0ff1c71e5132edd31f204c1693703457d93699 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25714.txt @@ -0,0 +1,557 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Nigel Blower and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/motherhubbardher00cran + + + + +MOTHER HUBBARD'S PICTURE BOOK + +[Illustration] + +Walter Crane's Picture Books +Vol. II. + + +[Illustration] + + Her neck did she CRANE, + As she looked up the LANE + To see the Three Bears pass by. + They all went in, oddly, + At the head of the Bodley + An A.B.C. for to buy. + +[Illustration] + + She went rather nearer + To get a good look, + And when she came back + He had run through her book! + + + + +[Illustration] + +MOTHER HUBBARD +HER PICTURE BOOK + +Containing: + MOTHER HUBBARD, + THE THREE BEARS, & + THE ABSURD A.B.C. + +With the Original Coloured Pictures, an +Illustrated Preface & Odds & End Papers, +never before printed. + +By WALTER CRANE + +[Illustration] + +John Lane. +The Bodley Head. +London & New York. + + + + +[Illustration] + +PREFACE + + +MOTHER HUBBARD, as we all know, had a cupboard which she found bare on +one occasion. + +Well, this is Mother Hubbard's Picture Book, and it's rather bearish, +too, for there are no less than THREE BEARS therein. + +But you must not suppose that the book is altogether bear, because there +are other things in it. + +There's Apple pie, for instance to my certain knowledge, and "victuals +and drink" of sorts, as well--but I must not let the cat out of the bag +(or the cupboard) all at once--besides Mother Hubbard's clever dog is +still feeding it, for his day (in spite of muzzles) is not over yet, and +he is up to all his old tricks. + +When you are tired of him, and if you can manage to get past the Three +Bears, you will find the rest as ABSURDly easy as A.B.C. and probably +meet many old friends on the way. + +Walter Crane + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue + +MOTHER HUBBARD. + +[Illustration] + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + +[Illustration: MOTHER HUBBARD] + + + + +[Illustration] + + Old Mother Hubbard + Went to the cupboard + To get her poor Dog a bone; + But when she came there + The cupboard was bare, + And so the poor Dog had none. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the baker's + To buy him some bread, + But when she came back, + The poor Dog was dead. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the joiner's + To buy him a coffin, + But when she came back, + The poor Dog was laughing. + +[Illustration] + + She took a clean dish + To get him some tripe, + But when she came back, + He was smoking a pipe. + + She went to the ale-house + To get him some beer, + But when she came back, + The Dog sat in a chair. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the tavern + For white wine and red, + But when she came back, + The Dog stood on his head. + + She went to the hatter's, + To buy him a hat, + But when she came back, + He was feeding the cat. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the barber's + To buy him a wig, + But when she came back, + He was dancing a jig. + + She went to the fruiterer's + To buy him some fruit, + But when she came back, + He was playing the flute. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the tailor's + To buy him a coat, + But when she came back, + He was riding a goat. + + She went to the cobbler's + To buy him some shoes, + But when she came back, + He was reading the news. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the sempstress + To buy him some linen, + But when she came back, + The Dog was a-spinning. + + She went to the hosier's + To buy him some hose, + But when she came back, + He was drest in his clothes. + +[Illustration] + + The Dame made a curtsey, + The Dog made a bow; + The Dame said, "Your servant," + The Dog said, "Bow wow!" + + This wonderful Dog + Was Dame Hubbard's delight, + He could sing, he could dance. + He could read, he could write. + + She gave him rich dainties + Whenever he fed, + And erected a monument + When he was dead. + + + + +[Illustration: AND HER DOG] + + +[Illustration] + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue: + +The following may be had in this series: + +THIS LITTLE PIG +THE FAIRY SHIP +KING LUCKIEBOY +MOTHER HUBBARD +THE THREE BEARS +THE ABSURD A.B.C. + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + * * * * * + + + + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue + +[Illustration] + +THE THREE BEARS + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + +[Illustration: The Three Bears] + + + + +[Illustration] + + THE THREE BEARS. + + + Some time ago, ere we were born or thought of, + There lived a little girl, who liked to roam + Through lonely woods and lanes, unknown, unsought of + Such folk who like to stop and stay at home. + She found out curious things in all her travel + And one of her adventures I will tell: + Once, in a wood she saw a path of gravel, + Which led to a small cottage in a dell. + +[Illustration] + + And, as the door stood open, in walked boldly, + This child, whose name was Silverlocks, I'm told; + There was nobody there to treat her coldly, + No friend to call her back, no nurse to scold. + She found herself within a parlour charming; + And there upon the table there were placed + Three basins, sending up a smell so warming, + That she at once felt hungry, and must taste. + The largest basin first, but hot and biting + The soup was in it, and the second too; + The smallest basin tasted so inviting, + That up she ate it all, with small ado. + +[Illustration] + + And next she saw three chairs, and tried to sit in + The biggest, but it was too hard and high; + The middle one she scarcely seemed to fit in, + But in the smallest chair sat easily; + And rocked herself, her ease and comfort taking, + Singing the pretty songs she knew so well; + When, oh! the little chair cracked loud, and, breaking, + Gave way all suddenly, and down she fell. + +[Illustration] + + "Ah, well," she thought, "there may be beds to lie on + Upstairs; I think I'll go at once and see." + And so there were; she said aloud, "I'll try one, + For I am tired and sleepy as can be." + The biggest bed was not of feathers, surely, + It was so hard; and so she tried the next, + And found it little better; but securely + She slept upon the smallest one, unvext. + The little house belonged to bears, not persons; + The Father Bear, so very rough and large; + The Mother Bear (I have known many worse ones); + +[Illustration] + + And then the little Cub, their only charge. + They had gone for a walk before their dinner; + Returning, Father growled, "Who's touched my soup?" + "Who's touched my soup?" said Mother, with voice thinner; + "But mine," said little Cub, "is finished up!" + They turned to draw their chairs a little nearer; + "Who's sat in my chair?" growled the Father Bear; + "Who's sat in my chair?" said the Mother, clearer; + And squeaked the little Cub, "Who's broken my small chair?" + +[Illustration] + + They rushed upstairs, and Father Bruin, growling, + Cried out, "Who's lain upon my bed?" + "Who's lain on mine?" cried Mother Bruin, howling; + +[Illustration] + + "But some one _lies_ on mine!" the small Bear said. + "We'll kill the child, and eat her for our dinner," + The Father growled; but said the Mother, "No; + For supper she shall be, and I will skin her." + "No," said the little Cub, "we'll let her go." + +[Illustration] + + So Silverlocks, in sudden terror flying, + Reached home; and when the Nurse the story hears, + She says, "You are in luck, there's no denying, + To get away in safety from THREE BEARS." + + + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue: + +The following may be had in this series: + +THIS LITTLE PIG +THE FAIRY SHIP +KING LUCKIEBOY +MOTHER HUBBARD +THE THREE BEARS +THE ABSURD A.B.C. + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + * * * * * + + + + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue + +[Illustration] + +THE ABSURD A.B.C. + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + + + +[Illustration: A B C D] + + A for the APPLE or Alphabet pie, + Which all get a slice of. Come taste it & try. + + B is the BABY who gave Mr. Bunting + Full many a long day's rabbit skin hunting. + + C for the CAT that played on the fiddle + When cows jumped higher than 'Heigh Diddle Diddle!' + + D for the DAME with her pig at the stile, + 'Tis said they got over, but not yet a while. + +[Illustration: E F G] + + E for the Englishman, ready to make fast + The giant who wanted to have him for breakfast. + + F for the Frog in the story you know, + Begun with a wooing but ending in woe. + + G for Goosey Gander who wandered upstairs, + And met the old man who objected to prayers. + +[Illustration: H I J] + + H for poor Humpty who after his fall, + Felt obliged to resign his seat on the wall. + + I for the Inn where they wouldn't give beer, + To one with too much and no money, I fear. + + J does for poor Jack and also for Jill, + Who had so disastrous a tumble down hill. + +[Illustration: K L M N O P] + + K for calm Kitty, at dinner who sat, + While all the good folks watched the dog & the cat. + + L for Little man, gun and bullets complete, + Who shot the poor duck and was proud of the feat. + + M for Miss Muffet, with that horrid spider, + Just dropped into tea and a chat beside her. + + N for the Numerous children, they who + Were often too much for their mother in Shoe. + + O the Old person that cobwebs did spy, + And went up to sweep 'em Oh ever so high! + + P for the Pie made of blackbirds to sing, + A song fit for supper, a dish for a king. + +[Illustration: Q R S] + + Q for Queen Anne who sat in the sun + Till she, more than the lily resembled the bun. + + R stands for Richard & Robert, those men + Who didn't get up one fine morning till ten! + + S for the Snail that showed wonderful fight, + Putting no less than twenty-four tailors to flight! + +[Illustration: T U V] + + T stands for Tom, the son of the piper, + May his principles change as his years grow riper. + + U for the Unicorn, keeping his eye on + The coveted crown, and its counsel the Lion. + + V is for Victuals, including the drink, + The old woman lived on surprising to think! + +[Illustration: W X Y Z] + + W for the WOMAN who not over nice, + Made very short work of the three blind mice. + + X is the X that is found upon buns, + Which daughters not liking may come in for sons. + + Y for Yankee Doodle of ancient renown, + Both he & his pony that took him to town. + + Z for the Zany who looked like a fool, + For when he was young he neglected his school. + + + + +[Illustration: NOPQRSTUVWXYZ] + + +[Illustration] + +Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue: + +The following may be had in this series: + +THIS LITTLE PIG +THE FAIRY SHIP +KING LUCKIEBOY +MOTHER HUBBARD +THE THREE BEARS +THE ABSURD A.B.C. + +John Lane +The Bodley Head +London & New York + + + + +[Illustration] + + Her neck did she CRANE, + As she looked up the LANE + To see the Three Bears pass by. + They all went in, oddly, + At the head of the Bodley + An A.B.C. for to buy. + +[Illustration] + + She went rather nearer + To get a good look, + And when she came back + He had run through her book! + + +Walter Crane's Picture Books +Vol. II. + +[Illustration] + +London & New York +John Lane + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Punctuation and spacing "A.B.C." has been used for all occurrences. + +Full stops or commas have been added where omitted at the ends of lines. + +In The Absurd A.B.C., the positions of the apostrophes have +been corrected in "Full many a long day's rabbit skin hunting" and +"went up to sweep 'em" + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Mother Hubbard Picture Book, by Walter Crane + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2572.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2572.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b1f2e7189422a7061a7fc54a1e0e9a714886b5c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2572.txt @@ -0,0 +1,225 @@ + + + + + + +ON THE DECAY OF THE ART OF LYING + +by Mark Twain [Sameul Clemens] + + + + +ESSAY, FOR DISCUSSION, READ AT A MEETING OF THE HISTORICAL +AND ANTIQUARIAN CLUB OF HARTFORD, AND OFFERED FOR THE +THIRTY-DOLLAR PRIZE.[*] + +[*] Did not take the prize. + + + +Observe, I do not mean to suggest that the _custom_ of lying has +suffered any decay or interruption--no, for the Lie, as a Virtue, A +Principle, is eternal; the Lie, as a recreation, a solace, a refuge in +time of need, the fourth Grace, the tenth Muse, man's best and surest +friend, is immortal, and cannot perish from the earth while this club +remains. My complaint simply concerns the decay of the _art_ of lying. +No high-minded man, no man of right feeling, can contemplate the +lumbering and slovenly lying of the present day without grieving to see +a noble art so prostituted. In this veteran presence I naturally enter +upon this theme with diffidence; it is like an old maid trying to teach +nursery matters to the mothers in Israel. It would not become to me to +criticise you, gentlemen--who are nearly all my elders--and my +superiors, in this thing--if I should here and there _seem_ to do it, I +trust it will in most cases be more in a spirit of admiration than +fault-finding; indeed if this finest of the fine arts had everywhere +received the attention, the encouragement, and conscientious practice +and development which this club has devoted to it, I should not need to +utter this lament, or shed a single tear. I do not say this to flatter: +I say it in a spirit of just and appreciative recognition. [It had been +my intention, at this point, to mention names and to give illustrative +specimens, but indications observable about me admonished me to beware +of the particulars and confine myself to generalities.] + +No fact is more firmly established than that lying is a necessity of our +circumstances--the deduction that it is then a Virtue goes without +saying. No virtue can reach its highest usefulness without careful and +diligent cultivation--therefore, it goes without saying that this one +ought to be taught in the public schools--even in the newspapers. What +chance has the ignorant uncultivated liar against the educated expert? +What chance have I against Mr. Per--against a lawyer? _Judicious_ lying +is what the world needs. I sometimes think it were even better and safer +not to lie at all than to lie injudiciously. An awkward, unscientific +lie is often as ineffectual as the truth. + +Now let us see what the philosophers say. Note that venerable proverb: +Children and fools _always_ speak the truth. The deduction is plain +--adults and wise persons _never_ speak it. Parkman, the historian, says, +"The principle of truth may itself be carried into an absurdity." In +another place in the same chapters he says, "The saying is old that +truth should not be spoken at all times; and those whom a sick +conscience worries into habitual violation of the maxim are imbeciles +and nuisances." It is strong language, but true. None of us could _live_ +with an habitual truth-teller; but thank goodness none of us has to. An +habitual truth-teller is simply an impossible creature; he does not +exist; he never has existed. Of course there are people who _think_ they +never lie, but it is not so--and this ignorance is one of the very +things that shame our so-called civilization. Everybody lies--every day; +every hour; awake; asleep; in his dreams; in his joy; in his mourning; +if he keeps his tongue still, his hands, his feet, his eyes, his +attitude, will convey deception--and purposely. Even in sermons--but +that is a platitude. + +In a far country where I once lived the ladies used to go around paying +calls, under the humane and kindly pretence of wanting to see each +other; and when they returned home, they would cry out with a glad +voice, saying, "We made sixteen calls and found fourteen of them out" +--not meaning that they found out anything important against the +fourteen--no, that was only a colloquial phrase to signify that they +were not at home--and their manner of saying it expressed their lively +satisfaction in that fact. Now their pretence of wanting to see the +fourteen--and the other two whom they had been less lucky with--was that +commonest and mildest form of lying which is sufficiently described as a +deflection from the truth. Is it justifiable? Most certainly. It is +beautiful, it is noble; for its object is, _not_ to reap profit, but to +convey a pleasure to the sixteen. The iron-souled truth-monger would +plainly manifest, or even utter the fact that he didn't want to see +those people--and he would be an ass, and inflict totally unnecessary +pain. And next, those ladies in that far country--but never mind, they +had a thousand pleasant ways of lying, that grew out of gentle impulses, +and were a credit to their intelligence and an honor to their hearts. +Let the particulars go. + +The men in that far country were liars, every one. Their mere howdy-do +was a lie, because _they_ didn't care how you did, except they were +undertakers. To the ordinary inquirer you lied in return; for you made +no conscientious diagnostic of your case, but answered at random, and +usually missed it considerably. You lied to the undertaker, and said +your health was failing--a wholly commendable lie, since it cost you +nothing and pleased the other man. If a stranger called and interrupted +you, you said with your hearty tongue, "I'm glad to see you," and said +with your heartier soul, "I wish you were with the cannibals and it was +dinner-time." When he went, you said regretfully, "_Must_ you go?" and +followed it with a "Call again;" but you did no harm, for you did not +deceive anybody nor inflict any hurt, whereas the truth would have made +you both unhappy. + +I think that all this courteous lying is a sweet and loving art, and +should be cultivated. The highest perfection of politeness is only a +beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and +gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying. + +What I bemoan is the growing prevalence of the brutal truth. Let us do +what we can to eradicate it. An injurious truth has no merit over an +injurious lie. Neither should ever be uttered. The man who speaks an +injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should +reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving. The man +who tells a lie to help a poor devil out of trouble, is one of whom the +angels doubtless say, "Lo, here is an heroic soul who casts his own +welfare in jeopardy to succor his neighbor's; let us exalt this +magnanimous liar." + +An injurious lie is an uncommendable thing; and so, also, and in the +same degree, is an injurious truth--a fact that is recognized by the law +of libel. + +Among other common lies, we have the _silent_ lie--the deception which +one conveys by simply keeping still and concealing the truth. Many +obstinate truth-mongers indulge in this dissipation, imagining that if +they _speak_ no lie, they lie not at all. In that far country where I +once lived, there was a lovely spirit, a lady whose impulses were always +high and pure, and whose character answered to them. One day I was there +at dinner, and remarked, in a general way, that we are all liars. She +was amazed, and said, "Not _all_?" It was before "Pinafore's" time so I +did not make the response which would naturally follow in our day, but +frankly said, "Yes, _all_--we are all liars. There are no exceptions." +She looked almost offended, "Why, do you include _me_?" "Certainly," I +said. "I think you even rank as an expert." She said "Sh-'sh! the +children!" So the subject was changed in deference to the children's +presence, and we went on talking about other things. But as soon as the +young people were out of the way, the lady came warmly back to the +matter and said, "I have made a rule of my life to never tell a lie; and +I have never departed from it in a single instance." I said, "I don't +mean the least harm or disrespect, but really you have been lying like +smoke ever since I've been sitting here. It has caused me a good deal of +pain, because I'm not used to it." She required of me an instance--just +a single instance. So I said-- + +"Well, here is the unfilled duplicate of the blank, which the Oakland +hospital people sent to you by the hand of the sick-nurse when she came +here to nurse your little nephew through his dangerous illness. This +blank asks all manners of questions as to the conduct of that +sick-nurse: 'Did she ever sleep on her watch? Did she ever forget to +give the medicine?' and so forth and so on. You are warned to be very +careful and explicit in your answers, for the welfare of the service +requires that the nurses be promptly fined or otherwise punished for +derelictions. You told me you were perfectly delighted with this nurse +--that she had a thousand perfections and only one fault: you found you +never could depend on her wrapping Johnny up half sufficiently while he +waited in a chilly chair for her to rearrange the warm bed. You filled +up the duplicate of this paper, and sent it back to the hospital by the +hand of the nurse. How did you answer this question--'Was the nurse at +any time guilty of a negligence which was likely to result in the +patient's taking cold?' Come--everything is decided by a bet here in +California: ten dollars to ten cents you lied when you answered that +question." She said, "I didn't; _I left it blank!_" "Just so--you have +told a _silent_ lie; you have left it to be inferred that you had no +fault to find in that matter." She said, "Oh, was that a lie? And _how_ +could I mention her one single fault, and she is so good?--It would have +been cruel." I said, "One ought always to lie, when one can do good by +it; your impulse was right, but your judgment was crude; this comes of +unintelligent practice. Now observe the results of this inexpert +deflection of yours. You know Mr. Jones's Willie is lying very low with +scarlet-fever; well, your recommendation was so enthusiastic that that +girl is there nursing him, and the worn-out family have all been +trustingly sound asleep for the last fourteen hours, leaving their +darling with full confidence in those fatal hands, because you, like +young George Washington, have a reputa--However, if you are not going to +have anything to do, I will come around to-morrow and we'll attend the +funeral together, for, of course, you'll naturally feel a peculiar +interest in Willie's case--as personal a one, in fact, as the +undertaker." + +But that was not all lost. Before I was half-way through she was in a +carriage and making thirty miles an hour toward the Jones mansion to +save what was left of Willie and tell all she knew about the deadly +nurse. All of which was unnecessary, as Willie wasn't sick; I had been +lying myself. But that same day, all the same, she sent a line to the +hospital which filled up the neglected blank, and stated the _facts,_ +too, in the squarest possible manner. + +Now, you see, this lady's fault was _not_ in lying, but in lying +injudiciously. She should have told the truth, _there,_ and made it up +to the nurse with a fraudulent compliment further along in the paper. +She could have said, "In one respect this sick-nurse is perfection--when +she is on the watch, she never snores." Almost any little pleasant lie +would have taken the sting out of that troublesome but necessary +expression of the truth. + +Lying is universal--we _all_ do it. Therefore, the wise thing is for us +diligently to train ourselves to lie thoughtfully, judiciously; to lie +with a good object, and not an evil one; to lie for others' advantage, +and not our own; to lie healingly, charitably, humanely, not cruelly, +hurtfully, maliciously; to lie gracefully and graciously, not awkwardly +and clumsily; to lie firmly, frankly, squarely, with head erect, not +haltingly, tortuously, with pusillanimous mien, as being ashamed of our +high calling. Then shall we be rid of the rank and pestilent truth that +is rotting the land; then shall we be great and good and beautiful, and +worthy dwellers in a world where even benign Nature habitually lies, +except when she promises execrable weather. Then--But I am but a new and +feeble student in this gracious art; I cannot instruct _this_ club. + +Joking aside, I think there is much need of wise examination into what +sorts of lies are best and wholesomest to be indulged, seeing we _must_ +all lie and we _do_ all lie, and what sorts it may be best to avoid--and +this is a thing which I feel I can confidently put into the hands of +this experienced Club--a ripe body, who may be termed, in this regard, +and without undue flattery, Old Masters. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25733.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25733.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00393516c0216c0c8a5b443ff73f6f6e3b5a42f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25733.txt @@ -0,0 +1,350 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Tamise Totterdell and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: She tauld thee well thou was a skellum.] + + + + + Tam O' Shanter. + + Robert Burns. + + + Decorations + by + Harry L. Miller. + + + The + Saalfield Publishing Company. + Akron Ohio + New York Chicago. + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1908. + BY + THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY. + + + + +[Illustration: List of Decorations.] + + + Page + + "She tauld thee well thou was a skellum" Frontispiece + + "The landlady and Tam grew gracious" 13 + + "Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg" 19 + + "The dancers quick and quicker flew" 27 + + + + +TAM O' SHANTER + +BY + +ROBERT BURNS + + + + +Tam o' Shanter. + +A Tale. + + + WHEN chapman billies leave the street, + And drouthy neebors, neebors meet, + As market-days are wearing late, + An' folk begin to tak the gate; + While we sit bousing at the nappy, + An' getting fou and unco happy, + We think na on the lang Scots miles, + The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, + That lie between us and our hame, + Whar sits our sulky sullen dame, + Gathering her brows like gathering storm, + Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. + + This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, + As he frae Ayr ae night did canter + (Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses + For honest men and bonny lasses). + + O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise, + As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! + She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, + A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; + That frae November till October, + Ae market-day thou was nae sober; + That lika melder, wi' the miller, + Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; + That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on, + The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; + That at the L--d's house, ev'n on Sunday, + Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean till Monday. + She prophesy'd that late or soon, + Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; + Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, + By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. + +[Illustration: The landlady and Tam grew gracious.] + + Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, + To think how mony counsels sweet, + How mony lengthen'd sage advices, + The husband frae the wife despises! + + But to our tale: Ae market night, + Tam had got planted unco right; + Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, + Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; + And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, + His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; + Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; + They had been fou for weeks thegither. + The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter; + And ay the ale was growing better: + The landlady and Tam grew gracious, + Wi' favors, secret, sweet, and precious: + The Souter tauld his queerest stories; + The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: + The storm without might rair and rustle, + Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. + + Care, mad to see a man sae happy, + E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy, + As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, + The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: + Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, + O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! + + But pleasures are like poppies spread, + You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; + Or like the snow-falls in the river, + A moment white--then melt forever; + Or like the borealis race, + That flit ere you can point their place; + Or like the rainbow's lovely form + Evanishing amid the storm.-- + Nae man can tether time or tide; + The hour approaches Tam maun ride; + That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, + That dreary hour he mounts his beast in, + And sic a night he taks the road in; + As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. + +[Illustration: Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg.] + + The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; + The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; + The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; + Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellowed: + That night, a child might understand, + The deil had business on his hand. + + Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, + A better never lifted leg, + Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, + Despising wind, and rain, and fire; + Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; + Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; + Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, + Lest bogles catch him unawares: + Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, + Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.-- + + By this time he was cross the ford, + Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor'd; + And past the birks and meikie stane, + Whare drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane; + And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, + Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; + And near the thorn, aboon the well, + Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel.-- + Before him Doon pours all his floods; + The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; + The lightnings flash from pole to pole; + Near and more near the thunders roll: + When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, + Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; + Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; + And loud resounded mirth and dancing.-- + + Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! + What dangers thou canst make us scorn; + Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; + Wi' usquabae we'll face the devil!-- + The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, + Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. + But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd, + Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, + She ventur'd forward on the light: + And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight! + Warlocks and witches in a dance; + Nae cotillion brent new frae France, + But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, + Put life and mettle in their heels. + A winnock-bunker in the east, + There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; + A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, + To gie them music was his charge; + He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, + Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- + Coffins stood round, like open presses, + That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; + And by some devilish cantrip slight, + Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- + By which heroic Tam was able + To note upon the haly table, + A murderer's banes in gibbet airns; + Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; + A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, + Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; + Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted; + Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; + A garter, which a babe had strangled; + A knife, a father's throat had mangled, + Whom his ain son o' life bereft, + The gray hairs yet stack to the heft: + Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', + Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'. + +[Illustration: The dancers quick and quicker flew.] + + As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, + The mirth and fun grew fast and furious: + The piper loud and louder blew: + The dancers quick and quicker flew; + They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, + Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, + And coost her duddies to the wark, + And linket at it in her sark! + Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans + A' plump and strapping, in their teens: + Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, + Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen! + Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, + That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, + I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, + For ae blink o' the bonnie burdies! + + But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, + Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, + Lowping an' flinging on a crummock, + I wonder didna turn thy stomach. + + But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie, + There was ae winsome wench and walie, + That night enlisted in the core + (Lang after kend on Carrick shore; + For mony a beast to dead she shot, + And perish'd mony a bonnie boat, + And shook baith meikle corn and bear, + And kept the country-side in fear), + Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, + That while a lassie she had worn, + In longitude tho' sorely scanty, + It was her best, and she was vauntie.-- + Ah! little kend thy reverend grannie, + That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, + Wi' twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches), + Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches! + + But here my muse her wing maun cour; + Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; + To sing how Nannie lap and flang + (A souple jade she was and strang), + And how Tam stood like ane bewitch'd, + And thought his very een enrich'd; + Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, + And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main: + Till first ae caper, syne anither, + Tam tint his reason a' thegither, + And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" + And in an instant all was dark; + And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, + When out the hellish legion sallied. + + As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, + When plundering herds assail their byke; + As open pussie's mortal foes, + When, pop! she starts before their nose; + As eager runs the market-crowd, + When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; + So Maggie runs, the witches follow, + Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. + + Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! + In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! + In vain thy Kate awaits thy coming! + Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! + Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, + An win the key-stane[A] of the brig; + There at them thou thy tail may toss, + A running stream they dare na cross. + But ere the key-stane she could make, + The fient a tail she had to shake! + For Nannie, far before the rest, + Hard upon noble Maggie prest, + And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; + But little wist she Maggie's mettle-- + Ae spring brought off her master hale, + But left behind her ain gray tail: + The carlin claught her by the rump, + And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. + + Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, + Ilk man and mother's son, take heed; + Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, + Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, + Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear, + Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare. + +[Footnote A: It is a well-known fact that witches, or any evil +spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than +the middle of the next running stream.--It may be proper +likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he +falls in with _bogles_, whatever danger may be in his going +forward, there is much more hazard in turning back.] + + + Finis. + + + +-------------------------------------------+ + |Transcriber's Note: | + | | + |The use of "vow" and the stanza breaks | + |have been retained as in the original book.| + +-------------------------------------------+ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25738.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25738.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..519cba01b41b83391b863cffb0cc91cfdcd748ad --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25738.txt @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + +------------------------------------------------------+ + | This work is licenced under a Creative Commons | + | Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 | + | Licence. | + | | + | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ | + +------------------------------------------------------+ + + + +Imperial Empire Timeline + +by + +Ann Wilson + + + +Copyright (C) 1992 by Ann Wilson + + + + +TIMELINE: + + Before the Common (Christian) Era: + (All dates approximate) + + 35,000 -- "Others" transport Traiti from Terra to Homeworld. + 8000 -- "Others" transport cloudcats to Ondrian and depart for another + plane of existence. + 3000 -- White Order formed on Irschcha. + 2500 -- Traiti Circle of Lords begins formation. ("Godhome" segment of + "Fearful Symmetry".) + + Common Era: + + 1398 -- Traiti land on Homeworld's largest moon. + 1969 -- Terrans land on Luna. + 1979 -- Skylab falls. Spacing essentially limited to orbital missions. + 1986 -- Space shuttle Challenger explodes. Space programs become + minimal. + 2010 -- Second set of space programs begins. + 2012 -- Ireland reunified, primarily by Bishop Michael Rourke. + 2016 -- Bishop Rourke dies. + 2043 -- Rourke beatified. + 2046 -- Rourke canonized. + 2050 -- Lunar colony becomes self-sufficient. + Cheong Chang born. + 2058 -- Practical ion drive developed. Martian and asteroid colonies + begun. + 2091 -- Solar Federation formed. Terraforming of Mars begins. + 2113 -- Anti-agathic drug developed. + 2123 -- Nannstein develops gravitics. + 2124 -- Cheong Chang elected President of Solar Federation. + 2125 -- Nannstein invents hyperdrive. Interstellar travel begins, Solar + System terraforming ceases. + 2128 -- President Chang, with cooperation of Solar Federation Congress, + proclaims Terran Empire and assumes Throne (22 Jan, Empire Day), + forms Rangers, directs regularization of English. + 2130 -- Imperial Palace built in Antarctica. Shapers leave Terra, begin + creating Sandeman race. + 2131 -- Susan M. Lindner becomes first female Ranger. + 2133 -- Narvon III colonized. + 2142 -- Xanadu colonized. + 2149 -- Cheong Chang dies; Susan Lindner succeeds to Throne; Bjorn + Bengtsson elected Successor. ("New Years Wake") + 2153 -- Retreat colonized. + 2154 -- Mjolnir colonized. + 2158 -- First of what is to become Kingdom Systems settled. + 2182 -- Susan Lindner dies; Bjorn Bengtsson succeeds to Throne; Juana + Mendez elected Successor. + 2187 -- Traiti develop hyperdrive. + 2190 -- Shining Arrow leaves Rangers to marry, becomes first Duke of + Sector Five. + 2230 -- Bjorn Bengtsson dies; Juana Mendez succeeds to Throne; + Christopher Kyle elected Successor. + 2235 -- Catholic priests allowed to marry and raise families. + 2249 -- Juana Mendez dies; Christopher Kyle succeeds to Throne; Mohammed + Gamayel elected Successor. + 2256 -- Christopher Kyle dies; Mohammed Gamayel succeeds to Throne; + Corwin Jacobs elected Successor. + 2275 -- Nosferatu pseudo-virus becomes active on Narvon; first Kins of + the Dragon appear. + 2277 -- First Bloodmates become known. ("Teams") + 2280 -- Mohammed Gamayel dies; Corwin Jacobs succeeds to Throne; Brandy + Lansky elected Successor. + 2283 -- First lead to creators of bio-constructed "humans" found. ("Not + Quite Human") + 2310 -- Massive genetic engineering on humans outlawed. + 2315 -- Corwin Jacobs dies; Brandy Lansky succeeds to Throne; Halona + Strider elected Successor. + 2316 -- Sandemans revolt, destroying Shapers. (Overthrow Day, 7 Oct.) + 2321 -- Empire encounters "semisapient, lizardlike Shonnar." + Interdiction zone established around Retreat. + 2333 -- Brandy Lansky dies; Halona Strider succeeds to Throne; Nicholas + Browder elected Successor. + 2366 -- Halona Strider dies; Nicholas Browder succeeds to Throne; + Eileen Holt elected Successor. + 2382 -- Nicholas Browder dies; Eileen Holt succeeds to Throne; Grant + Barton elected Successor. + 2395 -- Eileen Holt dies; Grant Barton succeeds to Throne; Leonard Frey + elected Successor. + 2420 -- Grant Barton dies; Leonard Frey succeeds to Throne; Joyce + Kingsley elected Successor. + 2488 -- Leonard Frey dies; Joyce Kingsley succeeds to Throne; Adli + Yasunon elected Successor. + 2494 -- James Kieran Medart born. + 2502 -- Gaelan DarShona born. + 2508 -- Joyce Kingsley dies; Adli Yasunon succeeds to Throne; Charles + Davis elected Successor. + 2510 -- Rick Forrest born. + 2518 -- Yonar Colony flood; Medart leads rescue fleet on first solo + mission as a Ranger. + 2527 -- MacLeod discovers Irschcha. Irschchans join Empire. + 2532 -- Joint human-Irschchan colony established on Ondrian. Cloudcats + found to be intelligent. + 2533 -- Esteban Tarlac born. + 2540 -- Sandemans erupt into Imperial space, beginning conquest of + Sector Five. Gaelan DarShona taken prisoner late in year, + swears fealty to Baron Frederick Klaes of Mjolnir. (Chapter 1, + "Warrior" section of "Annexation") + 2541 -- Gaelan fights Warleader Riordan DarLeras for Mjolnir's safety. + Kennneth Gaelan Klaes born. (Rest of "Warrior" section, + "Annexation") Dave Scanlon born. + 2542 -- Medart takes Imperial fleet to Sector Five, stops Sandeman + invasion. Sandeman and its colony worlds annexed into Empire + as Subsector 5-D (Sandeman), with Frederick Klaes as Earl. + Maria Klaes becomes Baron of Mjolnir. ("Ranger" section, + "Annexation") + 2547 -- Nevan DarLeras born. + Gabriel Marguerre born. + 2548 -- Corina Losinj born. + David Hobison takes command of Emperor Chang. + 2553 -- Adli Yasunon dies; Charles Davis succeeds to Throne; Rick + Forrest elected Successor. + 2555 -- Tarlac held hostage by Nemran rebels; Dave Scanlon made Life + Duke. ("Hostage") + 2558 -- Empire encounters Traiti. Traiti War begins. + 2559 -- Major Horst Marguerre taken prisoner by Traiti, adopted by Clan + N'chark. ("Youngling") + 2563 -- Dave Scanlon and Kenneth Klaes graduate from ITMA. Scanlon + assigned to IBC Emperor Chang on special detail to Ranger + Medart. + 2568 -- Ranger Esteban Tarlac ends Traiti War, becoming part of the + Circle of Lords. Traiti join Empire. ("Fearful Symmetry") + 2569 -- Irschchan White Order revolts; Corina Losinj becomes first + nonhuman Ranger, meets Lt. Nevan DarLeras, stops revolt. ("A + Matter of Honor") Sovereign and all Rangers trained in the use + of their psionic Talent. Strong Talent added to requirements + for Rangers. + 2570 -- Nevan DarLeras graduates from IntelDiv field agent school, is + sent to infiltrate Melgarie pirate fleet. + 2572 -- Kingdom Systems discovered. Michael Odeon turned into Ranger. + ("The Alembic Plot") + Michael Rourke is resurrected; Ravager invasion, accompanied by + major religious revival. Rourke dies in banishing a Ravager. + ("Resurrection") + Rourke is "replaced" by Fr. Gabriel Marguerre. + 2574 -- Nevan DarLeras swears fealty to Corina Losinj. + 2577 -- Charles Davis dies; Rick Forrest succeeds to Throne; Corina + Losinj elected Successor. + 2578 -- Nevan DarLeras meets and makes friends with Kiyoshi Owajima. + ("Ambush") + 2603 -- Rick Forrest dies; Corina Losinj succeeds to Throne; Jasmine + Wang elected Successor. + 2624 -- Dana Manfredi is taken into Clan Alanna. ("Thakur-Na") + Corina Losinj dies; Jasmine Wang succeeds to Throne; Ray Kennard + elected Successor. + 2630 -- Jasmine Wang dies; Ray Kennard succeeds to Throne; Anna Peterson + elected Successor. + 2644 -- Jess Winters born. + 2650 -- Sonel Fayette surfaces as Fleet Admiral. + 2652 -- Female Sandeman warrior Valadon DarHavek born. + 2669 -- James Medart dies while aiding Alternate Zeta Prime; Ariel of + Rolian transfers from there to take his place. ("Zeta + Exchange") + 2678 -- Ray Kennard dies; Anna Peterson succeeds to Throne; Konstantin + Gagarin elected Successor. + 2682 -- "Ghost Barbarian" incursion; Jess Winters instrumental in ending + it. ("Battle in the Dust") + 2683 -- Jess Winters transferred to and becomes Sovereign of Alternate + Sierra. + 2695 -- Second Ravager War. + 2700 -- Anna Peterson dies; Konstantin Gagarin succeeds to Throne; + Sharon Windsor elected Successor. + 2750 -- Nosferatu pseudo-virus attains self-awareness in Chee Campbell. + ("Touch of the Dragon") + 2753 -- Konstantin Gagarin dies; Sharon Windsor succeeds to Throne; Prae + Ofyn elected Successor. + 2804 -- Sharon Windsor dies; Prae Ofyn succeeds to Throne; Einar Lang + elected Successor. + 2855 -- Nevan DarLeras dies. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25746.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25746.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f81e839aa195e750059a17e8cf1ae14e7c50edf9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25746.txt @@ -0,0 +1,404 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + +------------------------------------------------------+ + | This work is licenced under a Creative Commons | + | Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 | + | Licence. | + | | + | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ | + +------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + +NEW YEAR'S WAKE + +A Terran Empire Story + +by Ann Wilson + + + +Copyright (C) 1992 by Ann Wilson + + + + +Isle of Skye, 1 Jan 2149 CE + +It was just past midnight when the woman in wet, torn forest green saw +what had to be the light from windows of a small house. She stumbled +toward it gratefully, hoping for warmth and some sort of +communications. Dammit, equipment failure and a plane crash were no +way to start New Year's Day! + +As she neared the house, she heard party sounds, and grinned. It +seemed that someone, at least, was having fun here on--if she +remembered her charts right--the Isle of Skye. The North Sea in winter +. . . yes, she was lucky to be alive. + +When she knocked on the door, the party sounds got louder--until the +door opened, and someone saw her. + +"Och, we have a soaked lass out here!" the young man exclaimed. He +turned back into the house, called for blankets and a hot drink, then +put his arm around the woman, led her inside, and saw her settled into +a comfortable seat beside the fireplace. + +"Our first visitor, with no coal or whiskey," an old man said ruefully. +"No good omen for the New Year, no warmth for heart or hearth." + +"Och, uncle, 'tis no fault of hers," the young man said. "It's cold +and wet she is, in need of help." He held a glass of whiskey to the +woman's lips, nodded as she sipped. "That's a good lass," he said +approvingly. "I'm Geordie MacGregor, and who may you be?" + +The woman hesitated, hiding it with another sip of whiskey. They +hadn't identified her from her uniform; should she . . . no. See what +they were really like, first. "Lindner . . . Sue Lindner. My plane +went down, and when I made it ashore, I saw your lights." She turned +to the old man Geordie had called Uncle. "I'm sorry to be a bad omen, +sir, but it may be I won't be that bad." + +"Ach, lass, I'm the one to be sorry," Geordie's uncle replied. "'Tis +superstition, I know, but 'tis tradition as well. It's rest you should +be getting." + +"I would like to warm up a bit, then if you have a phone, I should call +and let the people expecting me know where I am. I'll pay for the +call, of course; it's long distance." + +"You'll do no such thing," the old man retorted. "I'll not have it +bruited about that Donal MacGregor's lacking in proper hospitality. A +plane crash, you say, and your clothes half gone . . . are you hurt? +Will the Rescue Service not be looking for you?" + +"I doubt it; my flight wasn't scheduled. And I'm not hurt, except for +a few scratches and bruises. There's no need to disturb your party." +She'd discarded her boots and equipment belt for the swim ashore, and +sometime during that swim or her wandering--probably coming ashore over +those rocks--she'd lost her badge and pretty well shredded her uniform. +It was no wonder they didn't recognize her; she doubted she'd be able +to recognize herself, huddled under a blanket with her hair plastered +down by salt water. + +Another knock on the door brought laughter, especially from the woman +who opened it to admit a kilt-clad man bearing a piece of coal and a +bottle of whiskey. + +"'Tis a few minutes late you are, Angus," Donal MacGregor called. "Our +first guest of the year is this poor cold lass here." + +"And half drowned, by the look of her," Angus replied. He scowled +ferociously--a half-grin betraying his apparent ferocity--at the woman +tending Sue. "Tara, you know she needs something hot, not whiskey." + +"Bridget's making cocoa, as you should be able to smell," Tara +retorted. + +"It's made," the young woman entering the room said, going straight to +Sue and handing her the steaming mug. + +Sue traded her whiskey glass for it, wrapping her hands around the mug +to warm them and taking a deep breath of the chocolatey steam, while +her hosts gave Angus the story. + +When they were done, he looked at her curiously, with a half-grin. +"Your name's a familiar one, lass." + +Sue returned his smile. He knew who she was, but he didn't seem +inclined to spread his knowledge, if she chose not to reveal herself; +he got points for discretion. "It's a common enough name, sir. I +don't believe we've met before." + +"No; I'd remember if we had. It's an honor now, though, and I'd be +pleased if you'd call me Angus." + +"The honor is mine, Angus." Sue smiled at him again, briefly. +"Perhaps, under more formal circumstances, things would be different. +At the moment, though, I'm just an unlucky pilot." + +"And so you are, lass." Angus nodded once, then turned to their hosts. +"Well, now, this is supposed to be a party. Tara, may I have the next +dance?" + +"Indeed you may!" Tara--Sue guessed her to be Donal's wife--called +across the room. "Geordie, some music!" + +Sue felt herself relaxing as warmth crept back into her, and she +automatically evaluated her surroundings. They were nothing like what +she was used to: a small living room, festively decorated but obviously +not rich--more homey, she thought, than anything else. Bookshelves +lined one wall almost completely, their ranks broken only by two small +windows and a holoset--on, but being ignored; she couldn't tell what +the program was. A five- or six-person table held food and drinks; it +looked too heavy to move easily, so this was probably the dining room, +as well. Wall decorations were mostly stitchery, though a crucifix +held a place of honor above the mantel. + +Not a rich place, no. And the party talk around her, gathered in +fragments from the twenty or so who crowded the room, didn't contradict +that impression. This seemed to be a subsistence-farming culture +. . . here on Terra? Well, it was possible; talk of farm animals, +equipment, and markets, and canning, yes. Nothing of politics, or the +Empire, or the nobility, as was so common in the circles she was used to, +but the warmth and friendship here had value of their own. These people +might not have much money, but they couldn't be called poor. + +Sue found herself pleased by that. It was people like these, after +all, who were the Empire's substance, its reason for being. It was +good to be reminded of that, from time to time. Imperial nobles and +officers had the trappings of rank, yes, but the underlying purpose of +that rank was to insure that Imperial citizens like these could live +freely and without fear. And she was one of those officers . . . Sue +smiled to herself, and kept listening as carefully as Bridget kept her +chocolate cup full and hot. + +The MacGregor farm, she found, wasn't a particularly prosperous one +even by this island's standards. Donal's tractor was unreliable at +best, Geordie couldn't seem to find a sponsor who'd get him even as far +as being tested for the Military Academy--well. It had been a long +time since she'd had an opportunity to indulge herself. + +About an hour after she'd been helped inside, Sue stood and attracted +Tara's attention. "Mrs. MacGregor, may I use your phone now?" + +"Of course, lass. Back this way." + +"Thank you." Sue looked around, gestured to Geordie and Donal. "Would +you come, too?" + +The two men exchanged glances, then Donal shrugged and smiled. "If you +wish, lass." + +The MacGregors did have a phone in the kitchen, Sue found, but it was +clear that they seldom used it; Tara had to move half a dozen jars of +canned tomatoes before she could take the phone out of the cabinet. +And it was basic: small 20-cm screen, push buttons instead of voice +activation--probably black and white, too, Sue thought as she +activated it. + +No, it was color. The screen lit up in pale green, reading 'Dial.' As +Sue entered the various access codes, the readout changed. +Intercontinental . . . Antarctica . . . Imperial Palace. That got +murmurs of surprise, which grew louder as she punched in the last +numbers and the Imperial Seal appeared on the screen. + +"Voiceprint ID required," a flat voice said. "Speak." + +"Ranger Susan M. Lindner, ident code RSR-0651-0173." + +"Ident confirmed. To whom do you wish to speak?" + +"Castellan Gordon, please." + +"One moment, sir." + +Within seconds, the Seal disappeared, to be replaced by the face of a +gray-haired, tired-looking man. "What can I do for you . . . ah . . ." +He hesitated, frowning. "You haven't heard-- No, Comm Central said +you weren't answering--" + +"Heard what, Robert? My plane went down three or four hours ago, and +these people have spent the last hour drying me off and warming me with +hot cocoa." But from the Castellan's expression, she was afraid she +knew. The Emperor's health hadn't been good of late, and she really +shouldn't have been half a world away . . . "When did it happen?" + +"Apparently about the time you crashed," Gordon said. "I believe he +heard the New Year in. I hope he did . . ." The Castellan was silent +for a moment, then he went on. "He didn't seem to be in any pain, and +Doctor Warren says it was simple heart failure. I've delayed making +the public announcement until I could speak to you, get authorization +to call a Conclave at the same time." He bowed as deeply as he could +and still remain on-screen. "By Your Majesty's leave?" + +"You have authorization," Ranger--now Empress--Susan Lindner said. She +had known this was inevitable since her own election as Crown Princess +at the first Conclave; establishing a precedent of peaceful, orderly +transfer of Imperial power was absolutely vital. "I'll need transport, +and from the terrain I crossed, it'd better be something on the order +of a lander. I'm at the MacGregor farmstead, Isle of Skye; you should +be able to pinpoint me from this call." + +"Done, Majesty," Gordon said after a couple of seconds. "A lander will +be on its way as soon as I'm dismissed, with Ranger Grissom and a squad +of Palace Guards. Naturally, I'll give them a head start before I +inform the news media. Is there anything else?" + +The Empress glanced around at the people near her, the ones who'd +shared her surprise--and, in varying degrees, shock--at the news of +Emperor Chang's death. "I think so. A squad--no, better make it a +platoon--of Security Division Marines. The MacGregors can't be used to +publicity, especially the kind my accession is going to bring." + +"Of course, Majesty." + +"Thank you, Castellan. Dismissed." + +Gordon bowed again. His image disappeared, was replaced momentarily by +the Imperial Seal before Susan hung up and turned to the three with +her. They looked as stunned as she felt, and uncertain as well. She +could understand that; it would be unsettling enough to have an +Imperial Ranger turn up on your doorstep, without having her turn into +the Empress on you. At least they knew enough about Imperial protocol +not to kneel to her, though Donal looked tempted. + +"This wasn't what I'd planned, you know," Susan said. "I was only +calling to arrange a pickup, then later I'd have seen that you got the +reward you're entitled to for aiding a Ranger." + +Donal shook his head. "Nay, lass--I mean, Majesty. A man needs no +reward for helping as the Good Book says." + +"No," Susan said, smiling slightly. "I know you're taught that your +reward comes later. But the Empire tries for justice in this life, as +much as we can; we punish actions that hurt it, and reward ones that +help." She held out her hands to the old man. "Will you help me +again, Donal, you and your family? Join me in mourning a dear friend +before I have to officially take up a job no sane person would want? +And keep calling me Sue, or lass, please? At least until Robert makes +the announcement?" + +Donal saw the entreaty in her eyes, and nodded. Empress or no, she was +a woman, a crashed pilot, who had just lost a friend. "As you wish, +lass. We've enough good whiskey for a proper wake, and a hangover cure +for the morrow." + +Susan smiled in real gratitude. "Thank you, Donal. Now I think we'd +best rejoin the others." + +"Aye, lass." + +When they went back to the party and Donal explained that their guest +had just been told about the death of a close friend, Susan was +surrounded by suddenly-commiserating people, one of whom pressed a +drink into her hand. She took a swallow, appreciating the gesture and +unquestioning sympathy, so unlike the official condolences she'd be +receiving soon. + +A gentle, grandmotherly woman urged her to a seat. "Tell us about your +friend, lass. What kind of man was he?" + +Susan gave that a moment's thought, then smiled. She couldn't reveal +his identity without ruining the party, which she didn't want to do, +but that shouldn't be necessary. "He was a good man, Miz. One of the +most intelligent, caring people I've ever had the privilege of +knowing--and I liked him, even if he did make those of us who worked most +closely with him knock ourselves out trying to keep up." + +She chuckled. "I think one of the reasons we did work so hard for him +was that he demanded even more of himself than he asked of us. I can't +imagine taking on some of the assignments I did for anyone else." + +"He sounds like a leader anyone could respect," Angus said. "But have +you nothing more . . . ah . . . human to share?" + +"Well, yes," Susan said, and knew her voice showed amusement. "He had +a weakness for twentieth-century space opera. It showed up in some +places you wouldn't expect unless you shared his fondness for it, and +for awhile we made a game out of tracing down anything that seemed to +have any sort of connection." + +She glanced at Angus, saw his matching amusement, and was certain he'd +made at least some of the same connections. There was no denying that +His Majesty had had excellent reasons for his actions, from +establishing the Empire on; even the Solar Federation Congress had been +able to understand that a democracy that was struggling to hold a +single system together couldn't possibly cope with what promised to +rapidly become thousands of systems. Aristocracy had worked, more or +less, in one form or another, for thousands of years, so an Empire was +a natural solution--but it was also a classic idea in space opera. And +one of her own favorite touches was the Anthem; every government seemed +to need one, so why not do as Emperor Chang had, and take an +instrumental piece already titled "Imperial Anthem" from a classic +late-twentieth-century entertainment tape? "Oh," she went on, "he +never let it interfere with serious business--but why not take what +enjoyment you can, after all?" + +"No reason," Angus said with a grin. "And did your friend also like +American cowboy stories?" + +"When he was a boy, yes. Until he got interested in space opera, +anyway." Susan returned his grin. "I've always thought he should have +been born a Texan." + +The reminiscences continued as she was kept supplied with smoothly-potent +whiskey, and she was fully aware that she was well on the way to +being thoroughly drunk. That was all right; the Palace Guards, who +would be the first to arrive, knew their Sovereign was quite human. +And, being Marines, their medikits held sober pills she could use if +she had to. + +Roughly two hours after her phone call, Susan and the rest of the +partiers were startled by the sound of a lander's null-grav engines, +then by the first notes of the Imperial Anthem sounding from the +almost-forgotten holoset. As Gordon announced Chang's death and her +accession, Susan found Angus looking at her understandingly. She +nodded to him, smiling, then concealed a sigh. Her brief crash-caused +leave was over; it was time to take on her new duties. + + * * * * * + +Isle of Skye, 3 Jan 2149 + +The scream of null-grav engines interrupted Tara MacGregor's housework. +She ran outside, to see a brilliant scarlet lander settling to earth +barely ten meters from the front door. When its hatch opened and a +scarlet-tunicked man emerged, she caught her breath. This was an +Imperial Messenger! + +"Tara MacGregor?" the man asked. + +She nodded silently, and the Messenger bowed to her, extending a large +green envelope. "I am instructed to deliver this with Her Majesty's +compliments, Mrs. MacGregor. She asks that you contact Castellan +Gordon with your reply." He bowed again, and left as swiftly as he'd +arrived. + +Tara watched him go before she opened the envelope with hands that were +shaking slightly. It held three items: a bill of sale for a new +tractor, an authorization form for Geordie to take the Academy entrance +examinations, and a smaller envelope with a handwritten note: "You +gave a crashed pilot hospitality, and a grieving woman sympathy. I +would like to return at least the hospitality; will you all be my +guests for Coronation Week?" It was initialed S.M.L. + +As Tara started to go back into the house, she heard shouted questions, +and stopped to wait for Donal and Geordie, who were approaching at a +run. She didn't bother saying anything; the papers she held out spoke +for themselves. + +Both men looked them over with the same mixture of amazement and +pleasure Tara was sure she'd had. It was Donal who finally spoke, +looking south toward the Antarctic palace none of them had ever thought +to see. "Aye, lass," he said softly. "Aye, we'll accept your +hospitality." + + + + +END + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25877.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25877.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc6e37aeda9d425c4d1eead3d965cf9eb53b0f99 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25877.txt @@ -0,0 +1,335 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Suzan Flanagan, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + The Little + Gingerbread + Man + + [Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Cook makes the Gingerbread Man] + + + + + The Little + Gingerbread + Man + + by G.H.P. + + [Illustration] + + + PICTURES & DECORATIONS by + Robert Gaston Herbert + + + G. P. Putnam's Sons + New York and London + The Knickerbocker Press + + + + + [Illustration] + + COPYRIGHT, 1910 + + BY + + G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS + + + First Printing, October, 1910 + Second " September, 1912 + Third " July, 1915 + Fourth " April, 1921 + Fifth " July, 1923 + Sixth " April, 1927 + + [Illustration: The Knickerbocker Press New York] + + Made in the United States of America + + + + +The Little Gingerbread Man + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: The Little Gingerbread Man] + + +One day, the cook went into the kitchen to make some gingerbread. +She took some flour and water, and treacle and ginger, and mixed +them all well together, and she put in some more water to make it +thin, and then some more flour to make it thick, and a little salt +and some spice, and then she rolled it out into a beautiful, +smooth, dark-yellow dough. + +Then she took the square tins and cut out some square cakes for the +little boys, and with some round tins she cut out some round cakes +for the little girls, and then she said, "I'm going to make a +little gingerbread man for little Bobby." So she took a nice round +lump of dough for his body, and a smaller lump for his head, which +she pulled out a little for the neck. Two other lumps were stuck on +beneath for the legs, and were pulled out into proper shape, with +feet and toes all complete, and two still smaller pieces were made +into arms, with dear little hands and fingers. + +[Illustration] + +But the nicest work was done on the head, for the top was frizzed +up into a pretty sugary hat; on either side was made a dear little +ear, and in front, after the nose had been carefully moulded, a +beautiful mouth was made out of a big raisin, and two bright little +eyes with burnt almonds and caraway seeds. + +Then the gingerbread man was finished ready for baking, and a very +jolly little man he was. In fact, he looked so sly that the cook +was afraid he was plotting some mischief, and when the batter was +ready for the oven, she put in the square cakes and she put in the +round cakes; and then she put in the little gingerbread man in a +far back corner, where he couldn't get away in a hurry. + +[Illustration: Cook goes up to sweep the Parlor] + +[Illustration] + +Then she went up to sweep the parlor, and she swept and she swept +till the clock struck twelve, when she dropped her broom in a +hurry, and exclaiming, "Lawks! the gingerbread will be all baked to +a cinder," she ran down into the kitchen, and threw open the oven +door. And the square cakes were all done, nice and hard and brown, +and the round cakes were all done, nice and hard and brown, and the +gingerbread man was all done too, nice and hard and brown; and he +was standing up in his corner, with his little caraway-seed eyes +sparkling, and his raisin mouth bubbling over with mischief, while +he waited for the oven door to be opened. The instant the door was +opened, with a hop, skip, and a jump, he went right over the square +cakes and the round cakes, and over the cook's arm, and before she +could say "Jack Robinson" he was running across the kitchen floor, +as fast as his little legs would carry him, towards the back door, +which was standing wide open, and through which he could see the +garden path. + +[Illustration: The Gingerbread Man Escapes.] + +The old cook turned round as fast as she could, which wasn't very +fast, for she was rather a heavy woman and she had been quite taken +by surprise, and she saw lying right across the door-way, fast +asleep in the sun, old Mouser, the cat. + +[Illustration] + +"Mouser, Mouser," she cried, "stop the gingerbread man! I want him +for little Bobby." When the cook first called, Mouser thought it +was only some one calling in her dreams, and simply rolled over +lazily; and the cook called again, "Mouser, Mouser!" The old cat +sprang up with a jump, but just as she turned round to ask the cook +what all the noise was about, the little gingerbread man cleverly +jumped under her tail, and in an instant was trotting down the +garden walk. Mouser turned in a hurry and ran after, although she +was still rather too sleepy to know what it was she was trying to +catch, and after the cat came the cook, lumbering along rather +heavily, but also making pretty good speed. + +[Illustration] + +Now at the bottom of the walk, lying fast asleep in the sun against +the warm stones of the garden wall, was Towser, the dog. + +And the cook called out: "Towser, Towser, stop the gingerbread man! +I want him for little Bobby." + +And when Towser first heard her calling he thought it was some one +speaking in his dreams, and he only turned over on his side, with +another snore, and then the cook called again, "Towser, Towser, +stop him, stop him!" + +Then the dog woke up in good earnest, and jumped up on his feet to +see what it was that he should stop. But just as the dog jumped up, +the little gingerbread man, who had been watching for the chance, +quietly slipped between his legs, and climbed up on the top of the +stone wall, so that Towser saw nothing but the cat running towards +him down the walk, and behind the cat the cook, now quite out of +breath. + +[Illustration] + +He thought at once that the cat must have stolen something, and +that it was the cat the cook wanted him to stop. Now, if there was +anything that Towser liked, it was going after the cat, and he +jumped up the walk so fiercely that the poor cat did not have time +to stop herself or to get out of his way, and they came together +with a great fizzing, and barking, and meowing, and howling, and +scratching, and biting, as if a couple of Catherine-wheels had gone +off in the wrong way and had got mixed up with one another. + +[Illustration: Cook takes a tumble] + +But the old cook had been running so hard that she was not able to +stop herself any better than the cat had done, and she fell right +on top of the mixed up dog and cat, so that all three rolled over +on the walk in a heap together. + +And the cat scratched whichever came nearest, whether it was a +piece of the dog or of the cook, and the dog bit at whatever came +nearest, whether it was a piece of the cat or of the cook, so that +the poor cook was badly pummelled on both sides. + +[Illustration] + +Meanwhile, the gingerbread man had climbed up on the garden wall, +and stood on the top with his hands in his pockets, looking at the +scrimmage, and laughing till the tears ran down from his little +caraway-seed eyes and his raisin mouth was bubbling all over with +fun. + +[Illustration] + +After a little while, the cat managed to pull herself out +from under the cook and the dog, and a very cast-down and +crumpled-up-looking cat she was. She had had enough of hunting +gingerbread men, and she crept back to the kitchen to repair +damages. + +[Illustration] + +The dog, who was very cross because his face had been badly +scratched, let go of the cook, and at last, catching sight of the +gingerbread man, made a bolt for the garden wall. The cook picked +herself up, and although her face was also badly scratched and her +dress was torn, she was determined to see the end of the chase, and +she followed after the dog, though this time more slowly. + +[Illustration: The Monkey catches the Gingerbread Man] + +When the gingerbread man saw the dog coming, he jumped down on the +farther side of the wall, and began running across the field. Now +in the middle of the field was a tree, and at the foot of the tree +was lying Jocko, the monkey. He wasn't asleep--monkeys never +are--and when he saw the little man running across the field and +heard the cook calling, "Jocko, Jocko, stop the gingerbread man," +he at once gave one big jump. But he jumped so fast and so far that +he went right over the gingerbread man, and as luck would have it, +he came down on the back of Towser, the dog, who had just scrambled +over the wall, and whom he had not before noticed. Towser was +naturally taken by surprise, but he turned his head around and +promptly bit off the end of the monkey's tail, and Jocko quickly +jumped off again, chattering his indignation. + +[Illustration] + +Meanwhile, the gingerbread man had got to the bottom of the tree, +and was saying to himself: "Now, I know the dog can't climb a tree, +and I don't believe the old cook can climb a tree; and as for the +monkey I'm not sure, for I've never seen a monkey before, but I am +going up." + +So he pulled himself up hand over hand until he had got to the +topmost branch. + +But the monkey had jumped with one spring onto the lowest branch, +and in an instant he also was at the top of the tree. + +The gingerbread man crawled out to the furthermost end of the +branch, and hung by one hand, but the monkey swung himself under +the branch, and stretching out his long arm, he pulled the +gingerbread man in. Then he held him up and looked at him so +hungrily that the little raisin mouth began to pucker down at the +corners, and the caraway-seed eyes filled with tears. + +[Illustration] + +And then what do you think happened? Why, little Bobby himself came +running up. He had been taking his noon-day nap upstairs, and in +his dreams it seemed as if he kept hearing people call "Little +Bobby, little Bobby!" until finally he jumped up with a start, and +was so sure that some one was calling him that he ran down-stairs, +without even waiting to put on his shoes. + +[Illustration: Bobby thought he heard someone calling.] + +As he came down, he could see through the window in the field +beyond the garden the cook, and the dog, and the monkey, and could +even hear the barking of Towser and the chattering of Jocko. He +scampered down the walk, with his little bare feet pattering +against the warm gravel, climbed over the wall, and in a few +seconds arrived under the tree, just as Jocko was holding up the +poor little gingerbread man. + +[Illustration] + +"Drop it, Jocko!" cried Bobby, and drop it Jocko did, for he always +had to mind Bobby. He dropped it so straight that the gingerbread +man fell right into Bobby's uplifted pinafore. + +Then Bobby held him up and looked at him, and the little raisin +mouth puckered down lower than ever, and the tears ran right out of +the caraway-seed eyes. + +But Bobby was too hungry to mind gingerbread tears, and he gave one +big bite, and swallowed down both legs and a piece of the body. + +[Illustration: "1/3 gone"] + +"OH!" said the gingerbread man, "I'M ONE-THIRD GONE!" + +Bobby gave a second bite, and swallowed the rest of the body and +the arms. + +[Illustration: "2/3 gone"] + +"OH!" said the gingerbread man, "I'M TWO-THIRDS GONE!" + +Bobby gave a third bite, and gulped down the head. + +"_Oh!_" said the gingerbread man, "_I'm all gone!_" + +And so he was--and that is the end of the story. + +[Illustration: The end of the story] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25883.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25883.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a83ef833ef9f555fdedc1ea7e720a6d061f8e0e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25883.txt @@ -0,0 +1,237 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: + +Brief descriptions of each illustration are given in (parentheses). +The author's name on the cover was punctuated as shown.] + + + + + Denslow's + + HUMPTY DUMPTY + + Adapted and Illustrated by W. W Denslow + + [Illustration + (Humpty Dumpty)] + + G. W. Dillingham Co. + Publishers New York. + + + + + Copyright 1903 by + W. W. Denslow + + Published, August + + 1903 + + [Illustration + (Humpty dances for three children and a dog): + To Edward Hall.] + + + + +HUMPTY DUMPTY. + + [Illustration + (Bare Humpty sitting)] + +Humpty-Dumpty was a smooth, round little chap, with a +winning smile, and a great golden heart in his broad +breast. + +Only one thing troubled Humpty, and that was, that he +might fall and crack his thin, white skin; he wished +to be hard, all the way through, for he felt his heart +wabble when he walked, or ran about, so off he went to +the Black Hen for advice. + +This Hen was kind and wise, so she was just the one, +for him to go to with his trouble. + +"Your father, Old Humpty," said the Hen, "was very +foolish, and would take warning from no one; you know +what the poet said of him: + + 'Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, + Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall; + All the king's horses, and all the king's men + Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.' + + [Illustration + (Humpty talks to the Hen)] + +"So you see, he came to a very bad end, just because +he was reckless, and would not take a hint from any +one, he was much worse than a scrambled egg; the king, +his horses and his men, did all they could for him, +but his case was hopeless," and the Hen shook her head +sadly. + + [Illustration + (Humpty's father after his fall)] + +"What you must do," continued the Hen, as she wiped +a tear from her bright blue eye, "is to go to the +Farmer's Wife, next door, and tell her to put you into +a pot of boiling hot water; your skin is so hard and +smooth, it will not hurt you, and when you come out, +you may do as you wish, nothing can break you, you can +tumble about to your heart's content, and you will not +break, nor even dent yourself." + +So Humpty rolled in next door, and told the Farmer's +Wife that he wanted to be put into boiling hot water +as he was too brittle to be of any use to himself or +to any one else. + + [Illustration + (Humpty talks to the farmer's wife)] + +"Indeed you shall," said the Farmer's Wife, "what is +more I shall wrap you up in a piece of spotted calico, +so that you will have a nice colored dress; you will +come out, looking as bright as an Easter Egg." + + [Illustration + (Humpty in his calico bundle goes into the pot)] + +So she tied him up in a gay new rag, and dropped him +into the copper kettle of boiling water that was on +the hearth. + +It was pretty hot for Humpty at first, but he soon got +used to it, and was happy, for he felt himself getting +harder every minute. + +He did not have to stay in the water long, before he +was quite well done, and as hard as a brick all the +way through; so, untying the rag, he jumped out of the +kettle as tough and as bright as any hard boiled Egg. + + [Illustration + (Decorated Humpty emerges from the pot)] + +The calico had marked him from head to foot with big, +bright, red spots, he was as gaudy as a circus clown, +and as nimble and merry as one. + + [Illustration + (Humpty jumps from a high shelf)] + +The Farmer's Wife shook with laughter to see the +pranks of the little fellow, for he frolicked and +frisked about from table to chair, and mantelpiece; he +would fall from the shelf to the floor, just to show +how hard he was; and after thanking the good woman +most politely, for the service she had done him, he +walked out into the sunshine, on the clothes-line, +like a rope dancer, to see the wide, wide world. + + * * * * * + + [Illustration + (Full Page: Humpty walks a tightrope while farmer's + wife looks on)] + + [Illustration + (Humpty sits on a wall playing the banjo)] + +Of the travels of Humpty-Dumpty much could be said; +he went East, West, North and South; he sailed the +seas, he walked and rode on the land through all the +Countries of the Earth, and all his life long he was +happy and content. + + [Illustration + (Full Page: Humpty rides a mouse jumping a hurdle)] + + [Illustration + (Old man with ear trumpet listens to Humpty + singing)] + +Sometimes as a clown, in a circus, he would make fun +for old and young; again, as a wandering minstrel, +he twanged the strings of his banjo and sung a merry +song, and so on through all his travels, he would +lighten the cares of others, and make them forget +their sorrows, and fill every heart with joy. + + [Illustration + (Humpty greets little girl with doll)] + +But wherever he went, in sunshine or in rain, he never +forgot to sing the praises of the wise Black Hen nor +the good, kind Farmer's Wife, who had started him in +life, _hardened_ against sorrow, with a big heart in +the right place, for the cheer and comfort of OTHERS. + + + [Illustration + (Humpty and small boy sit on wall + while full moon looks on)] + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Denslow's Picture Books for Children + +For these books W. W. Denslow has revised and +adapted several of the best classical fairy tales. +He has improved these stories by elimination of +all coarseness, cruelty, and everything that might +frighten children. They are new; more beautiful and +striking in both text and picture than any children's +books heretofore published. Each book is filled with +pictures of action and fun in brilliant colors. The +twelve books are uniform in size. + + Denslow's ABC Book + Denslow's One Ring Circus + Denslow's Tom Thumb + Denslow's Humpty Dumpty + Denslow's Old Mother Hubbard + Denslow's Jack and the Bean-Stalk + Denslow's ZOO + Denslow's House That Jack Built + Denslow's Three Bears + Denslow's Little Red Riding-Hood + Denslow's 5 Little Pigs + Denslow's Mary Had A Little Lamb + + + COPYRIGHT, 1903, W. W. DENSLOW + + _Price 25 Cents Each; + Indestructible, Mounted On Linen, + 50 Cents Each_ + + _G. W. Dillingham Company, Publishers, New York_ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Denslow's Humpty Dumpty, by William Wallace Denslow + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2589.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2589.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..193ba6e0f5c74cbd7f8319c15f911f21a7112592 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2589.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Faith Matievich + + + + + +THE EXPERIENCES OF A BANDMASTER + +By John Philip Sousa + + +During eighteen years spent in playing music for the masses, twelve +years in the service of the United States and six in that of the general +public, many curious and interesting incidents have come under my +observation. + +While conductor of the Marine Band, which plays at all the state +functions given by the President at the Executive Mansion, I saw much +of the social life of the White House and was brought into more or less +direct contact with all the executives under whom I had the honor of +successively serving--Presidents Hayes, Garfield, Arthur, Cleveland and +Harrison. + +They were all very appreciative of music, and in this respect were quite +unlike General Grant, of whom it is said that he knew only two tunes, +one of which was "Yankee Doodle" and the other wasn't! + + + + +The President's Embarrassing Demand. + +I think I may say that more than one President, relieved from the +onerous duties of a great reception, has found rest by sitting quietly +in the corner of a convenient room and listening to the music. + +Once, on the occasion of a state dinner, President Arthur came to the +door of the main lobby of the White House, where the Marine Band was +always stationed, and beckoning me to his side asked me to play the +"Cachuca." When I explained that we did not have the music with us but +would be glad to include it in the next programme, the President looked +surprised and remarked: + +"Why, Sousa, I thought you could play anything. I'm sure you can; now +give us the 'Cachuca.'" + +This placed me in a predicament, as I did not wish the President to +believe that the band was not at all times able to respond to his +wishes. Fortunately, one of the bandmen remembered the melody and played +it over softly to me on his cornet in a corner. I hastily wrote out +several parts for the leading instruments, and told the rest of the band +to vamp in the key of E flat. Then we played the "Cachuca" to the entire +satisfaction of Mr. Arthur, who came again to the door and said: "There, +I knew you could play it." + +The ladies of the White House were always interested in the music, and +frequently suggested selections for the programmes, Mrs. Hayes being +particularly fond of American ballads. During the brief Garfield +administration there were no state receptions or dinners given by the +President, and the band did not play at the White House, except for a +few of Mrs. Garfield's receptions immediately after the inauguration. +While Mrs. McElroy was mistress of the Executive Mansion for her +brother, President Arthur, the lighter music was much in favor, as there +were always many young people at the Mansion. + +Miss Rose Elizabeth Cleveland was much interested in music, and evinced +a partiality for Arthur Sullivan's melodies. Mrs. Harrison's favorite +music was Nevin's "Good Night, Beloved" and the Sousa marches. The +soundness of Mrs. Cleveland's musical taste was shown by her liking for +the "Tannhauser" overture and other music of that character. + +The Marine Band played all the music for President Cleveland's wedding, +which took place in the Blue Room of the White House. The distance from +the room up-stairs to the exact spot where the ceremony was to take +place was carefully measured by Colonel Lamont and myself, in order +that the music might be timed to the precise number of steps the wedding +party would have to take; and the climax of the Mendelssohn "Wedding +March" was played by the band just as the bride and groom reached the +clergyman. + + + + +President Cleveland's Veto. + +A few days before the ceremony I submitted my musical programme to +Colonel Lamont for the President's approval, and among the numbers was a +quartet called "The Student of Love," from one of my operas. Even in +the anticipation of his happiness Mr. Cleveland was keenly alive to +the opportunities for humorous remarks which this title might afford to +irreverent newspaper men; and he said to his secretary: "Tell Sousa +he can play that quartet, but he had better omit the name of it." +Accordingly, "The Student of Love" was conspicuous by its absence. + +When North Carolina celebrated its centenary, the Marine Band was +ordered to Fayetteville to participate in the ceremonies. The little +Southern town was much interested in the advent of the "President's +Band," and the prevailing opinion was that "Dixie" would be tabooed +music with us. Before the exercises a local committee waited upon me and +intimated that "Dixie" was a popular melody in that vicinity. + +"Of course," said the spokesman, "we don't want you to play anything +you don't want to, but please remember, sir, that we are very fond of +'Dixie' here." + +Bowing gravely, I thanked the committee for their interest in my +programme, but left them completely in the dark as to whether I intended +to play the loved song of the South or not. + +"Dixie," by the President's Band. + +The ceremonies opened with a patriotic address by Governor Fowle, +lauding the glories of the American flag and naturally the only +appropriate music to such a sentiment was "The Star-Spangled Banner," +which the crowd patriotically cheered. + +The tone of the succeeding oration was equally fervid, but the speaker +enlarged upon the glories of the Commonwealth whose one hundredth +anniversary was being celebrated. The orator sat down, there was a +momentary pause, and then as I raised my baton the strains of "Dixie" +fell upon the delighted ears of the thousands round the platform. + +The unexpected had happened, and such a shout as went up from that +throng I have never heard equaled. Hats were tossed in the air, +gray-bearded men embraced, and for a few minutes a jubilant pandemonium +reigned supreme. During the rest of our stay in Fayetteville +the repertoire of the Marine Band was on this order: "Yankee +Doodle,"--"Dixie;" "Star-Spangled Banner,"--"Dixie;" "Red, White and +Blue,"--"Dixie." + +In all my experience the acme of patriotic fervor was reached during +a reunion of the Loyal Legion at Philadelphia some years ago. The +exercises were held in the Academy of Music, and the band occupied +the orchestra pit in front of the stage, which was crowded with +distinguished veterans. + +I had strung together for the occasion a number of war-songs, +bugle-calls and patriotic airs, and when the band played them the +martial spirit began to stir the people. As we broke into "Marching +Through Georgia," a distinguished-looking old soldier stepped to the +foot-lights and began to sing the familiar words of the famous song in +a loud, clear voice. The entire audience joined in, and as the swelling +volume of melody rolled through the house, the enthusiasm waxed more +intense. + +Verse after verse was sung, interrupted with frantic cheers, until it +seemed that the very ecstasy of enthusiasm had been reached. It was +only when physically exhausted that the audience calmed down and the +exercises proceeded. + + + + +A Chorus of Ten Thousand. + +During the World's Fair at Chicago my present band was giving nightly +concerts in the Court of Honor surrounding the lagoon. On one beautiful +night in June fully ten thousand people were gathered round the +bandstand while we were playing a medley of popular songs. + +Director Tomlins, of the World's Fair Choral Associations, was on the +stand, and exclaiming, "Keep that up, Sousa!" he turned to the crowd and +motioned the people to join him in singing. With the background of the +stately buildings of the White City, this mighty chorus, led by the +band, sang the songs of the people-"Home, Sweet Home," "Suwanee River," +"Annie Laurie," "My Old Kentucky Home," etc., and never did the familiar +melodies sound so grandly beautiful. + +The influence of music to quiet disorder and to allay fear is quite as +potent as its power to excite and to stir enthusiasm. A case in point +happened at the St. Louis Exposition, where my band was giving a series +of concerts. There was an enormous audience in the music hall when, in +the middle of the programme, every electric light suddenly went out, +leaving the house in complete darkness. + +A succession of sharp cries from women, the hasty shuffling of feet, and +the nervous tension manifest in every one, gave proof that a panic was +probably imminent. I called softly to the band, "Yankee Doodle!" and the +men quickly responded by playing the good old tune from memory in the +darkness, quickly following it with "Dixie" on my orders. The audience +began to quiet down, and some scattering applause gave assurance that +the excitement was abating. + +"The Star-Spangled Banner" still further restored confidence, and when +we played "Oh Dear, What Can the Matter Be?" and "Wait Till The Clouds +Roll By," every one was laughing and making the best of the gloom. In +a short time the gas was turned on, and the concert proceeded with +adequate lighting. + + +In the desire to do especial honor to a certain foreign representative +during the World's Fair, I had a particular piece of music in which +he was interested arranged for my band, and agreed to play it at a +specified concert. The music was given to a member of the band with +instructions to copy the parts and deliver them at the band-stand. + +The foreign gentleman was present at the concert with a large party of +friends, whom he had invited to hear this particular piece of music. +When the librarian asked the musician for the parts, he could not find +them, and a search high and low for the missing music was without +avail. Much to my chagrin, it was necessary to omit the number and send +explanations and regrets to the dignitary whom it was designed to honor. + +At the end of the concert, when the men were packing to go home, the +player found the missing band parts stuck in the bell of his instrument, +where he had placed them for safe-keeping. + + +In a little Michigan town my band was booked for an afternoon concert, +and on our arrival the local manager assured us that we should have a +good house, although there was no advance sale. He explained this by +saying that the townspeople did not like to buy their tickets until the +last minute. + +The theatre was on the second floor of the town hall, the ground floor +being given over to the fire department, the especial pride of the +community. Twenty minutes before the concert a large crowd had gathered +round the box-office to buy tickets when the fire-alarm sounded, and the +entire population promptly deserted the muse of music and escorted the +engine and hose-cart to the scene of action, leaving the band absolutely +without an audience. + + + + +A Tuneful Locomotive. + +Once when we were playing during warm weather in a theatre situated near +a railroad, the windows were left open for ventilation. The band +was rendering a Wagner selection, and at the climax was playing with +increasing force. The last note to be played was a unison B flat, and +as I gave the sign to the musicians to play as strong as possible the +volume of sound that followed fairly astonished me. I had never heard +fifty men play with such force before and could not account for it, but +the explanation soon became manifest. As the band ceased playing, +the same note continued in the blast of a passing locomotive that had +opportunely chimed in with us in unison. + + +The Marine Band was once doing escort duty on Pennsylvania Avenue in +Washington to a body of citizen soldiery returning from camp. It was +at night and the parade was preceded by a wagon-load of fireworks which +were to be discharged at appropriate intervals along the line of march. + +By some accident or design the entire load of pyrotechnics was +simultaneously ignited, and the street immediately filled with a perfect +fusillade of rockets and Roman candles. + +A stampede followed and the parade faded away. I stood my ground +until my eye-glasses were knocked off, and then I groped my way to the +sidewalk. When the confusion had subsided, all that could be discovered +of my band was the drum-major in front and the bass-drummer in the rear +rank. Their comrades had fled, but these men were good soldiers, and +having received no orders to disperse had stood their ground manfully. + + + + +A Tale of the White House + +One more story of the White House. At the time of the unveiling of the +statue of Admiral Farragut in Washington, it was suddenly proposed +to have a reception at the Executive Mansion in honor of the many +distinguished visitors. The informal invitations were issued while I was +participating in the parade that was part of the ceremonies. + +At seven o-clock in the evening, when I was at home, tired out after +the long march, word came to me to report at the Marine Barracks. I +went there and was ordered to take the band to the White House at eight +o'clock p.m. + +The bandmen did not live in barracks, and it was practically impossible +to get them together at that time of night, as they were scattered all +over the city. + +"Well, those are my instructions and those are your orders," said the +commanding officer. + +So we sent the band-messengers out to the men's lodgings, and they found +just one musician at home, and he was the bass-drummer. + +At eight o'clock, arrayed in all the gorgeousness of my scarlet and gold +uniform, I sat in front of the band platform in the White House lobby, +and the bass-drummer stationed himself back in the semi-obscurity of his +corner. There was a dazzling array of music-stands and empty chairs, but +no musicians! The President evidently saw the humorous side of it, and +when I explained the situation he said it could not be helped. All the +evening we sat there and listened to humorous remarks from the guests. +We had "reported for duty," though, and the drummer and I stayed till +the reception was over. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25903.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25903.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..291c5f3c813df9f3f91b7911f0b99183ab33eddd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25903.txt @@ -0,0 +1,183 @@ + + + + + +THE MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS AND SPEECHES OF LORD MACAULAY. + +By Thomas Babington Macaulay + + +Complete Contents of the Four Volumes + + + + +VOLUME ONE--(CONTRIBUTIONS TO KNIGHT'S QUARTERLY MAGAZINE) +PREFACE. +FRAGMENTS OF A ROMAN TALE. (June 1823.) +ON THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF LITERATURE. (June 1823.) +SCENES FROM "ATHENIAN REVELS." (January 1824.) +CRITICISMS ON THE PRINCIPAL ITALIAN WRITERS. +No. I. DANTE. (January 1824.) +No. II. PETRARCH. (April 1824.) +SOME ACCOUNT OF THE GREAT LAWSUIT BETWEEN THE PARISHES OF ST DENNIS + AND ST GEORGE IN THE WATER. (April 1824.) +A CONVERSATION BETWEEN MR ABRAHAM COWLEY AND MR JOHN MILTON, TOUCHING +ON THE ATHENIAN ORATORS. (August 1824.) +A PROPHETIC ACCOUNT OF A GRAND NATIONAL EPIC POEM, TO BE ENTITLED "THE +ON MITFORD'S HISTORY OF GREECE. (November 1824.) + + + + +VOLUME TWO--(CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE EDINBURGH REVIEW) +JOHN DRYDEN. (January 1828.) +HISTORY. (May 1828.) +MILL ON GOVERNMENT. (March 1829.) +WESTMINSTER REVIEWER'S DEFENCE OF MILL. (June 1829.) +UTILITARIAN THEORY OF GOVERNMENT. (October 1829.) +SADLER'S LAW OF POPULATION. (July 1830.) +SADLER'S REFUTATION REFUTED. (January 1831.) +MIRABEAU. (July 1832.) +BARERE. (April 1844.) + + + + +VOLUME THREE--(CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA) +FRANCIS ATTERBURY. (December 1853.) +JOHN BUNYAN. (May 1854.) +OLIVER GOLDSMITH. (February 1856.) +SAMUEL JOHNSON. (December 1856.) +WILLIAM PITT. (January 1859.) + +MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, INSCRIPTIONS, ETC. +EPITAPH ON HENRY MARTYN. (1812.) +LINES TO THE MEMORY OF PITT. (1813.) +A RADICAL WAR SONG. (1820.) +THE BATTLE OF MONCONTOUR. (1824.) +THE BATTLE OF NASEBY, (1824.) +SERMON IN A CHURCHYARD. (1825.) +TRANSLATION FROM A.V. ARNAULT. (1826.) +DIES IRAE. (1826.) +THE MARRIAGE OF TIRZAH AND AHIRAD. (1827.) +THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE.— + AN ELECTION BALLAD. (1827.) +SONG. (1827.) +POLITICAL GEORGICS. (MARCH 1828.) +THE DELIVERANCE OF VIENNA. +THE LAST BUCCANEER. (1839.) +EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE. (1845.) +LINES WRITTEN IN AUGUST. (1847.) +TRANSLATION FROM PLAUTUS. (1850.) +PARAPHRASE OF A PASSAGE IN THE CHRONICLE OF THE MONK OF ST GALL. +INSCRIPTION ON THE STATUE OF LORD WM. BENTINCK. AT CALCUTTA. (1835.) +EPITAPH ON SIR BENJAMIN HEATH MALKIN. AT CALCUTTA. (1837.) +EPITAPH ON LORD METCALFE. (1847.) + + + + +VOLUME FOUR--(LORD MACAULAY'S SPEECHES) + +PREFACE. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (MARCH 2, 1831) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 2D OF MARCH, 1831. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (JULY 5, 1831) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 5TH OF JULY 1831. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (SEPTEMBER 20, 1831) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE +HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 20TH OF SEPTEMBER 1831. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (OCTOBER 10, 1831) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE +OF COMMONS ON THE 10TH OF OCTOBER, 1831. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (DECEMBER 16, 1831) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE +HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 16TH OF DECEMBER 1831. + +ANATOMY BILL. (FEBRUARY 27, 1832) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 27TH OF FEBRUARY, 1832. + +PARLIAMENTARY REFORM. (FEBRUARY 28, 1832) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN A +COMMITTEE OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 28TH OF FEBRUARY, 1832. + +REPEAL OF THE UNION WITH IRELAND. (FEBRUARY 6, 1833) A SPEECH DELIVERED +IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 6TH OF FEBRUARY 1833. + +JEWISH DISABILITIES. (April 17, 1833) a speech delivered in a committee +of the whole house OF COMMONS ON THE 17TH OF APRIL, 1833. + +GOVERNMENT OF INDIA. (JULY 10, 1833) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 10TH OF JULY 1833. + +EDINBURGH ELECTION, 1839. (MAY 29, 1839) A SPEECH DELIVERED AT EDINBURGH +ON THE 29TH OF MAY 1839. + +CONFIDENCE IN THE MINISTRY OF LORD MELBOURNE. (JANUARY 29, 1840) A +SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 29TH OF JANUARY 1840. + +WAR WITH CHINA. (APRIL 7, 1840) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 7TH OF APRIL, 1840. + +COPYRIGHT. (FEBRUARY 5, 1841) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS +ON THE 5TH OF FEBRUARY 1841. + +COPYRIGHT. (APRIL 6, 1842) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN A COMMITTEE OF THE +HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 6TH OF APRIL 1842. + +THE PEOPLE'S CHARTER. (MAY 3, 1842) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE THIRD OF MAY 1842. + +THE GATES OF SOMNAUTH. (MARCH 9, 1843) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE +OF COMMONS ON THE 9TH OF MARCH 1843. + +THE STATE OF IRELAND. (FEBRUARY 19, 1844) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE +HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 19TH OF FEBRUARY 1844. + +DISSENTERS' CHAPELS BILL. (JUNE 6, 1844) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE +OF COMMONS ON THE 6TH OF JUNE 1844. + +THE SUGAR DUTIES. (FEBRUARY 26, 1845) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 26TH OF FEBRUARY, 1845. + +MAYNOOTH. (APRIL 14, 1845) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON +THE 14TH OF APRIL, 1845. + +THE CHURCH OF IRELAND. (APRIL 23, 1845.) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE +OF COMMONS ON THE 23RD OF APRIL 1845. + +THEOLOGICAL TESTS IN THE SCOTCH UNIVERSITIES. (JULY 9, 1845) A SPEECH +DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 9TH OF JULY 1845. + +CORN LAWS. (DECEMBER 2, 1845) A SPEECH DELIVERED AT EDINBURGH ON THE 2D +OF DECEMBER 1845. + +THE TEN HOURS BILL. (MAY 22, 1846) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF +COMMONS ON THE 22D OF MAY 1846. + +THE LITERATURE OF BRITAIN. (NOVEMBER 4, 1846) A SPEECH DELIVERED AT THE +OPENING OF THE EDINBURGH PHILOSOPHICAL INSTITUTION ON THE 4TH OF +NOVEMBER 1846. + +EDUCATION. (APRIL 19, 1847) A SPEECH DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS +ON THE 18TH OF APRIL 1847. + +INAUGURAL SPEECH AT GLASGOW COLLEGE. (MARCH 21, 1849) A SPEECH DELIVERED +AT THE COLLEGE OF GLASGOW ON THE 21ST OF MARCH, 1849. + +RE-ELECTION TO PARLIAMENT. (NOVEMBER 2, 1852) A SPEECH DELIVERED AT +EDINBURGH ON THE 2D OF NOVEMBER, 1852. + +EXCLUSION OF JUDGES FROM THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. (JUNE 1, 1853) A SPEECH +DELIVERED IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE 1ST OF JUNE 1853. + +INDEX. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25915.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25915.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..97b8ddae46c53a218e2a515b36d342fe92f91c90 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25915.txt @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +James Lane Allen + +A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE AND WORK + + +WITH PORTRAIT + + +The Macmillan Company +66 Fifth Avenue, New York + +NEW YORK +THE MACMILLAN COMPANY +LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD. + + + + +JAMES LANE ALLEN + +A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE AND WORK + + +While "_The Choir Invisible_" was primarily a love story, the setting +in which its action moved was historical. Apart from the masterly +handling of human passion and the harmony of thought and expression +with which he has treated the larger and deeper movements of life, it +is probably Mr. Allen's ability to picture forth the early settlement +of Kentucky that has given his writings so solid a foundation in the +literary affections of English speaking people. + +The fascination that "_The Choir Invisible_" has had for so many +thousands of readers is assuredly due as much to the author's faithful +historic treatment of the mighty stream of migration which had begun to +spread through the jagged channels of the Alleghanies over the then +unknown illimitable West as to his power to tell an absorbing story. +When "_The Choir Invisible_" appeared, this perhaps most fascinating +period of early American history had not been used as a background of +his story by any great master of fiction, and it requires no very keen +literary insight to discover the sources of the popularity which has +been accorded to the four or five recent novels, each of which has for +its setting a period in our history whose glamour has touched our +hearts and stirred our imaginations. + +Contemporary judgment is singularly unanimous in placing Mr. Allen in +the front rank of American novelists, and it may not be out of place +here to quote the opinions of two or three of the leading literary +critical journals. WILLIAM MORTON PAYNE, in the _Dial_ says that: + + "Looking about among our younger men of letters for the promise of + some new and vital impulse, it has for several years seemed to us + that such an impulse might be expected to come from the work of Mr. + James Lane Allen. He has published few books as yet, but the number + is sufficient to reveal a steadily increasing mastery of his art, + and the quality such as to warrant readers of discernment in + predicting for him a brilliant career and an assured place in the + front rank of American writers. _The Choir Invisible_ does not + disappoint these expectations. It is not only the most ambitious of + Mr. Allen's books, considered merely as to its sale, but it is also + the one in which he has carried to the highest pitch that fineness + of perception and that distinction of manner that have from the + first set his work apart from the work of nearly all of his + contemporaries. Hardly since Hawthorne have we had such pages as + the best of these; hardly since _The Scarlet Letter_ and _The + Marble Faun_ have we had fictive work so spiritual in essence and + adorned with such delicate and lovely embroiderings of the + imagination. There are descriptive passages so exquisitely wrought + that the reader lingers over them to make them a possession + forever; there are inner experiences so intensely realized that + they become a part of the life of his own soul."... + +And again writing in the _Boston Transcript_, Bliss Carman, says: + + "There are two chief reasons why Mr. Allen seems to me one of the + first of our novelists to day. He is most exquisitely alive to the + fine spirit of comedy. He has a prose style of wonderful beauty, + conscientiousness and simplicity.... He has the inexorable + conscience of the artist, he always gives us his best; and that + best is a style of great purity and felicity and sweetness, a style + without strain and yet with an enviable aptness for the sudden + inevitable word.... And yet that care, that deliberation is never + tedious." + +Hamilton W. Mabie is attracted more by the landscape beauty of Mr. +Allen's work, and he too makes an original contribution to our subject. +He says in _The Outlook_: + + "No American novelist has so imbedded his stories in Nature as has + James Lane Allen; and among English novels one recalls only Mr. + Hardy's three classics of pastoral England, and among French + novelists George Sand and Pierre Loti. Nature furnishes the + background of many charming American stories, and finds delicate or + effective remembrance in the hands of writers like Miss Jewett and + Miss Murfree; but in Mr. Allen's romances Nature is not behind the + action; she is involved in it. Her presence is everywhere; her + influence streams through the story; the deep and prodigal beauty + which she wears in rural Kentucky shines on every page; the + tremendous forces which sweep through her disclose their potency in + human passion and impulse. There was a fine note in Mr. Allen's + earliest work; a prelusive note with the quality of the flute.... + In _Summer in Arcady_ a deeper note in the treatment of Nature was + struck, and Mr. Allen's style took on, not only greater freedom, + but a richer beauty. The story is a kind of incarnation of the + tremendous vitality of Nature, the unconscious, unmoral sweep of + the force which makes for life. So completely enveloped is the + reader in the atmosphere of the opulent world about him, so deeply + does he realize the primeval forces rushing tumultuous through that + world, that at times the human figures seem as subordinate as those + in Corot's landscapes. And yet these human struggles are intensely + real, the human drama intensely genuine. Whatever may be thought of + the wisdom of presenting the sex problem so frankly, Mr. Allen's + sharpest critic must confess that in no other American book is + atmosphere so pervasive, so potential, so charged with passion and + beauty. + + In _The Choir Invisible_ a still deeper note is struck; the moral + insight, always clear, is more penetrating; the feeling for life is + at once more restrained and more passionate; the constructive skill + is more marked; the style surer and entirely moulded to its theme. + This story is so steeped in beauty, both of the world and of the + spirit, that it is not easy to write of it dispassionately. It has + a richness of texture which American fiction, as a rule, has + lacked; there are depths in it which American fiction has not, as + rule, brought to the consciousness of readers; depths of life below + the region of observation. There is in it the unconsciousness and + abandon which are the very substance of art, and which are so + constantly missed in the fiction of extreme sophistication." + +Our final opinion, that of James McArthur when he was editor of the +_Bookman_ carries some weight both on account of the position of the +writer and also by reason of his keen literary sense. + + "... Poetry, 'the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge,' + according to Wordsworth, the impassioned expression which is in the + countenance of all science'--that poetry irrespective of rhyme and + metrical arrangement which is as immortal as the heart of man, is + distinctive in Mr. Allen's work from the first written page. Like + Minerva issuing full-formed from the head of Jove, Mr. Allen issues + from his long years of silence and seclusion a perfect master of + his art--unfailing in its inspiration, unfaltering in its classic + accent.... So that when we arrive at _The Choir Invisible_ we find + there a ripeness of matured thought, an insight into the moral + depths of passion, and an entrance into the larger, deeper + movements of life, a realizing power, a broader sense of humor, as + well as humor itself, a concentrated and universal human interest; + all of which is not so much the result of finer art as of a greater + absorption of life, which comes not from more knowledge, but from + more wisdom. _The Choir Invisible_ is like an inward realization of + the 'Domain of Arnheim!' More than in his other books there rests + upon this work that unembarrassed calm, where truth sits Jove-like + 'on the quiet seat above the thunder,' where the spirit is + dignified, is priest-like, and inspired; where beauty dwells in a + harmony of thought and expression that subdues and haunts us. In + short, in _The Choir Invisible_ Mr. Allen has come to that stage of + quiet and eternal frenzy in which the beauty of holiness and the + holiness of beauty burn as one fire, shine as one light, which, as + Sidney Lanier has demonstrated, denotes the great artist. _The + Choir Invisible_ undeniably places its author among the foremost in + American letters. Indeed, we venture to say that it would be + difficult to recall any other novel since _The Scarlet Letter_ that + has touched the same note of greatness, or given to one section of + our national life, as Hawthorne's classic did to another, a voice + far beyond singing. + + A word, however, about Mr. Allen's _Summer in Arcady_ which + precedes this, and was published * * * subsequent to _A Kentucky + Cardinal_ and _Aftermath_. In these two books Nature was interwoven + benignantly with the human nature resting on her bosom, leading her + lover, Adam Moss, with gentle influences to the human lover, and + when bereft of human love, receiving him back into her healing + arms. Not so in _Summer in Arcady_; the sunlight that brooded in + calm over the forces of Nature that nursed Adam Moss's latent + powers of loving into domestic serenity, rouses the fierce claw and + tooth of Nature to drag Hilary and Daphne down to her level. As + clearly as the poet saw that, 'all's Love, yet all's Law' so + clearly is the same truth held in these stories with their + divergent ends. The lawlessness of Nature is the lawlessness of + man, untempered and ungoverned by that principle of chastity which + is the law of love; and again Nature, lawless in herself, becomes + beneficent, law-abiding, when controlled by that higher law of + instinct in man which is the seal and sign of the Divine upon his + soul. Without moralizing, a moral principle is at work in _Summer + in Arcady_; it is its vital distinction that over the whole action + reigns a moral simplicity which, like sunlight, licks up the + foetid, the exciting, sickening, uncertain torch-flames of passion. + And in order to point the way to a full justification of the + author's sincerity and moral purpose against the charge of + pandering to a decadent taste for the 'downwardtending' fiction of + the hour, it will be sufficient to show that the plea for the + Divine supremacy of goodness, and for an unfallen purity in man and + woman, has never been more strongly urged in modern fiction than in + _The Choir Invisible_. + + If in _Summer in Arcady_ there were readers who were troubled by + the heat lightning of passion that incessantly fluttered in its + bosom and threatened to bolt from the blue, their fears will be + laid to rest in the contemplation of Mr. Allen's new work which is + pervaded by an intense summer calm--the brooding calm of the + Country of the Spirit--but which does not preclude, rather is + reached through, the fierce fightings of human spirit for victory + over the evil passions of human nature--the fiercest struggle that + can rend asunder the human breast, that of holding fast the + integrity and purity of manhood and womanhood at any cost." + +As a historical novelist then, Mr. Allen has taken his rank with the +few men of whom Nathaniel Hawthorne is perhaps the most famous; and for +the same reason. Both have given us pictures of the lives of our +forefathers, whose faithfulness has assured them a position as classics +in American literature. True to the instinct of his genius Mr. Allen +has again chosen a stirring period in our history as a background for +his new novel "_The Reign of Law_" which THE MACMILLAN COMPANY publish. +Both the hero and heroine are products of a Revolution, and the scene +of the plot is situated in the Kentucky hemp fields. The Revolution on +the one hand was the social upheaval that our Civil War caused in the +South. While on the other hand it was the moral and intellectual +Revolution which followed the great discoveries in physical and social +science in the middle of this Century. + +The two chief characters of the story are a young man and a young +woman. The young man sprung from the lowest stratum of Southern +society, and the young woman from the highest. The story of the +intermingling of their lives must be left for the reader to discover. + +As was so often the case during the political reconstruction of the +South, the heroine passed from the sphere of the high social +organization which existed at her birth to the humblest and most +obscure hard manual work, while the hero rose from the lowest social +condition to the highest intellectual plane, finding his development +along the lines of religious and scientific thought. When they finally +meet, the latter half of the story shows their influences on each +other. + +The involved social and political conditions, the play and interaction +of phases of life, so utterly different as those which form the +experiences of these two people, have allowed Mr. Allen a wide scope +for the subtle analysis of character of which in his exquisitely +delicate art he is such a master. + +The trend of the book, and the religious crisis through which its hero +passes, give the story its title; while an important part in the +development of the hero's character is played by his passionate love +story. + +A well known critic affirms that the story contains by far the finest +and noblest work Mr. Allen has yet done, both in respect of that human +passion and interest which characterizes his former work, and also in +the tender reverential feeling with which he dwells on the simple rural +life of the Kentucky which he loves so well. In spite of the reserve +which characterizes the author, a few of the leading facts of his life +have found their way into print, and may be of interest to many who +read his books. + +He comes from Virginia ancestry and a pioneer Kentucky family. His +mother's maiden name was Helen Foster, whose parents settled in +Mississippi and were of Revolutionary Scotch-Irish stock of +Pennsylvania. He was born on a farm in Fayette County seven miles from +Lexington, Kentucky, where he spent his early childhood. He was +educated in Kentucky (Transylvania) University, and graduated in 1872. +For several years afterward he taught in District schools, at first +near his home and then in Missouri. He afterward became a private +tutor, and finally accepted a Professorship at his Alma Mater which he +exchanged for a similar position at Bethany College, West Virginia. He +gave up this latter profession in 1884 and began his career as a writer +in the city of New York. + +The chief literary and critical Magazines and papers of those years +contain many of his essays, while all his short stories saw the light +in "Harper's Magazine" and the "Century." These short stories were +collected and published under the title of "_Flute and Violin_." His +other books are "_The Blue Grass Region of Kentucky_," "_A Kentucky +Cardinal_," and its sequel, "_Aftermath_," "_A Summer in Arcady_," and +lastly "_The Choir Invisible_," some two hundred and fifty thousand +copies of which have found their way into the hands of readers on both +sides of the Atlantic. + +A new and complete edition of Mr. Allen's works is now being issued by +THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. It will contain seven volumes; including _The +Reign of Law, A Story of the Kentucky Hemp Fields_, an account of which +has been given in the preceding pages. + + + * * * * * + + +JAMES LANE ALLEN'S + +NEW NOVEL + +The Reign of Law + +A TALE OF THE KENTUCKY HEMP FIELDS + +Cloth, 8vo. Illustrated $1.50 + + +OTHER WORKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR + + +FLUTE AND VIOLIN Cloth, 12mo, $1.50 + +BLUE GRASS REGION OF KENTUCKY Cloth, 12mo, $1.50 + +A KENTUCKY CARDINAL Cloth, 16mo, $1.00 + +AFTERMATH Cloth, 16mo, $1.00 + +TWO GENTLEMEN OF KENTUCKY Cloth, 18mo, $2.00 + +A SUMMER IN ARCADY Cloth, 12mo, $2.00 + +THE CHOIR INVISIBLE Cloth, 12mo, $1.50 + +The same Illustrated with Photogravures and Line +Drawings, by ORSON LOWELL. Sateen. $2.50 + + +PUBLISHED BY +THE MACMILLAN COMPANY +66 FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25979.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25979.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ade3de0190ff3430f61f84b6544802440af09ece --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg25979.txt @@ -0,0 +1,292 @@ + + + + + +Produced by K Nordquist, Daniel Watkins and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + Sonnets + of + Shakespeare's + Ghost + + The Words procured by GREGORY THORNTON + The Ornaments made by WILLEM BLAEU + + --- + + Never before Imprinted + + --- + + At Sydney + + By _Angus & Robertson_, and are to be solde + by all booksellers + + 1920 + + + + + TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER + + OF THESE INSUING SONNETS + + F.M. + + ALL HAPPINESSE + + + The Spirit of William Shakespeare, + sore vexed of them who say that in his + Sonnets he writ not from the truth of + his heart but from the toyings of his + brain, and that he devised but a feigned + object to fit a feigned affection, herein + maketh answer, renewing as best a + shadow may that rhyme wherein he + was more excellent in the + living body + + + + + I + + The wise world saith I not unlock'd my heart + When I of thee and thy dear love did write, + And would each word of mine to false convert, + Doing my simple sense a double spite. + It saith thou wert but shadow born of nought, + But vain creation of an apish rhyme, + While, Fashion's fool, my strain'd invention sought + To better them who best did please the time. + But wherefore say they so, and do dear wrong + To thee, whose worth was my sole argument, + To me, whose verse 'twas truth alone made strong + By that the breast must feel, not brain invent? + They who this doubt never such beauty knew, + Nor what to poet love alone can do. + + + II + + They say a man ne'er bore such love to man, + Or, if he did, 'twere but a cause for shame; + But, speaking so, they their own measure scan, + And blot their censure with self-blaming blame. + For, thou being Beauty's best, the best of me + Worshipp'd but Beauty's self and Beauty's worth; + My fire and air, my spirit, adored thee + Unmix'd with gross compounding of my earth. + And thou wert best of Truth, the first in grace + Of all rich gems in Virtue's carcanet; + Then should I not love thee and give thee place + Above all love of sense on woman set? + In love of Beauty, whate'er shape 'tis in, + There's nought of Truth, if it must think of sin. + + + III + + Look, when the rose to deep vermilion hue + Adds that sweet odour gracious Nature gives, + When his proud glory gladdens every view, + And no base worm within his beauties lives, + We nothing question of what sex it be, + Nor ask more of it than that it should lend + His lovely gaze for ravish'd eye to see, + And on the blessed air his fragrance spend. + We ask not that the star which lights the heaven + Should be or male or female to our sense, + Suffic'd in this, that it empearls the even, + And happies all our under reverence. + Then might'st not thou, who wert both rose and star, + Be pure to me as these to others are? + + + IV + + Some hold it strange that love like thine and mine + 'Twixt two in state so sunder'd should be bred, + That he who did all worths in him combine, + Birth, beauty, wit, wealth, me thus honoured, + Me, the poor motley, maim'd by Fortune's spite, + Sear'd and o'erworn with tyranny of time, + Whose wit was but the wit to learn to write + When thou, my Muse, inspir'dst my pupil rhyme. + Thou wert the wide world's pride, but I his scorn; + His pattern thou, I his poor toy and tool; + Whence therefore should that tender love be born + 'Twixt Fortune's minion thee, and me her fool? + O know they not that all such outward things + Hold lowest count in the soul's reckonings? + + + V + + Hadst thou been such as, boasting of their birth, + Pass by the humbler-born with proud disdain, + Making self-merit of the antique worth + Whereby some sire that state for them did gain; + Had riches' dross so reign'd in thy respect, + That riches' lack were deem'd by thee disgrace; + Of thy rare parts had 't been the rude effect, + That cruel pride held gentle pity's place; + Then would'st thou ne'er have look'd on lowly me, + To find what merit there thou might'st approve, + Nor would my heart, grown warm for haughty thee, + Dare or desire to clamour for thy love. + But all thy gifts were made more rich, more rare, + By inward sweetness kind beyond compare. + + + VI + + Why, thou being changeless, changeful did I write, + Trusting thy truth, yet doubting thy defect, + Now all-triumphant, now confounded quite, + Sad-suited all, or proud in purple deck'd? + Did I not write of thy rare constancy, + Wherein was none like thee, thou like to none; + Swear that thy heart within my heart did lie + Past all removal till the world were done? + E'en so; but though, when clouds the region hold, + Masking with envious murk the sun's bright face, + Our o'ergloom'd spirits shudder 'neath the cold, + He merits not the blame of that disgrace: + Himself is still the same, still warm, still bright, + Though clouds between hide both the warmth and light. + + + VII + + Yet, being so chill'd, do we not chide the sun, + And say he wilful hides his face away, + Say 'tis his will makes the world drear and dun, + And takes the golden glory from the day? + The envious rack we rather should reproach, + That comes betwixt us in despite of him, + Rebellious powers, that on his reign encroach, + And, black themselves, his brightness joy to dim. + So when the troubling mischiefs of the time, + Or baser minds, bent upon marring thee, + Stole moments of thy favour, then my rhyme + Slander'd thy love and slurr'd thy constancy. + Yet the sun's self unstain'd and bright remains, + And my heart knew thy stains were not thy stains. + + + VIII + + If wrongfully I moan'd thy 'pretty wrongs', + When I was 'sometime absent from thy heart', + O none so trusting but to him belongs + Some moody moment of his mortal part! + No man doth Nature make whose trust doth ever + Unveering with all winds point still the same; + None is so whole in health he knows no fever + To shake the firm composure of his frame. + My love so wholly thine, thy worth so dear, + Made each thine absence so distract my breast, + That in his turmoil faith sometime to fear + Converted, doubting most when most 'twas blest. + Because mine own heart lone without thee seem'd, + Me absent from thy heart I falsely deem'd. + + + IX + + I writ how once I wander'd from thy side, + Serving the strong suggestions of my blood, + Only to prove from worse things vainly tried + How far more precious grew thy sum of good. + If I so lov'd thee, what is my defence, + That thy dear love fail'd then my steps to stay, + That idle hours were idly given to sense, + And soul forsaken at the call of clay? + O let love grant excuse; my sensual part + Dwelt ever far from pure untainted thee; + It held no conversation with my heart, + Nor, us'd or check'd, could be thine injury. + If once it triumph'd, carrying me away, + It stole but earth; my soul did with thee stay. + + + X + + If that my sensual deed had stol'n from thee + Aught that were part of thy most precious love, + Or made to swerve the loving soul of me, + That to thy service it should duller prove; + Had't made to me thy grace less gracious seem, + Thy worth less worth, thy love a smaller prize, + Or bated aught of thy most rich esteem, + Which still grew richer in thy servant's eyes; + Then were it fault too foul to find excuse, + And all I writ of thee were vows untrue; + My verse were nought but idle poet's use, + Conceit's worn weeds lac'd o'er with wording new. + But 'twas not so; though true my love before, + 'Twas thenceforth purg'd, and priz'd thee all the more. + + + XI + + Wherefore should I mine own heart not unfold, + And his true workings to the world disclose? + Why self-unlocking for unseemly hold, + Which me, as I show'd others, human shows? + If I to Nature held her truthful glass, + And on the stage life's self did strive to set, + Creating thousand shadows that should pass + For very substance when men's eyes they met; + If there I imag'd love, hate, doubt, and trust, + If all the pageant of the mortal heart, + Might not one say: 'This man within him must + Have learn'd from Nature what he shap'd in art'? + All passions' depths he only can reveal + Who doth them all within him living feel. + + + XII + + Whence came it that I knew in others' case + How bitter-sweet and tyrant-slave is love, + How quick to jealous doubt it yieldeth place, + If mine own self did ne'er his power prove? + Whence knew I the deep sense that in the soul + Is thrill'd and thrall'd by perfect beauty's sight, + If never beauty did myself control + With all the mastery of sovran might? + Since so my heart laid bare what it contain'd + Of understanding of love's mysteries, + And nought of thine or mine our loving stain'd, + That I should hide it from misprising eyes, + No shame or scruple might my judgement see + To tell of that true love I bore to thee. + + + Imprinted at Adelaide by _G. Hassell & Sonne_ for + _Angus & Robertson_, Sydney + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Sonnets of Shakespeare's Ghost, by Gregory Thornton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26060.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26060.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..69f85498e5f77fbb3a14815e21d926280656ef2f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26060.txt @@ -0,0 +1,390 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope. (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + _Complete Version of ye_ + + THREE BLIND MICE + + _by John W. Ivimey_ + _Illustrated by Walton Corbould_ + + +_London FREDERICK WARNE & CO. LTD. New York_ + + + + +"Three Blind Mice." Round (or Canon) for Three Voices. + + [Music: + + _Moderately Quick._ + + Three blind mice, + Three blind mice, + Three blind mice, + + See how they run! + See how they run! + See how they run! + + They all ran after the farmer's wife, + who cut off their tails with a carving knife, + Did you ever see such a sight in your life + + As three blind mice? + + _Twice through and finish at pause._] + + + + + [Illustration: + Original MS THREE BLIND MICE] + + + [Illustration] + + + + + COMPLETE VERSION + of ye + THREE BLIND MICE + by + JOHN W. IVIMEY + + + [Illustration: + THE STORY OF OUR LIVES] + + + Illustrated By + WALTON CORBOULD + + . + + FREDERICK WARNE & Co., Ltd. + + _London & New York_ + (All Rights Reserved) + + + + + [Illustration: + Copyright + F. WARNE & Co. 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Poor Mice. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Three Scared Mice + Three Scared Mice + + Ran for their lives + Ran for their lives + Ran for their lives + + They jumped out on to the window ledge; + The mention of "Cat" set their teeth on edge; + So they hid themselves in the bramble hedge, + These three Scared Mice. + + + [Illustration] + + Three Sad Mice + Three Sad Mice + + What could they do? + What could they do? + What could they do? + + The bramble hedge was most unkind: + It scratched their eyes and made them blind, + And soon each Mouse went out of his mind, + These three Sad Mice. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Three Blind Mice + Three Blind Mice + + See how they run + See how they run + See how they run + + They all ran after the Farmer's Wife, + Who cut off their tails with the carving knife. + Did you ever see such a sight in your life + As three Blind Mice? + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration: + "This smells like a Chemist's"] + + Three Sick Mice + Three Sick Mice + + Gave way to tears + Gave way to tears + Gave way to tears + + They could not see and they had no end; + They sought a Chemist and found a Friend + He gave them some "Never too late to mend," + These Three Sick Mice. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Three Wise Mice + Three Wise Mice + + Rubbed rubbed away + Rubbed rubbed away + Rubbed rubbed away + + And soon their tails began to grow, + And their eyes recovered their sight, you know; + They looked in the glass and it told them so. + These three Wise Mice. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration: + WOOD, NIBBLER & Co.'s WORLD-FAMED GNAW MILLS / + CHIPS MADE BY EXPERIENCED MICE.] + + Three Proud Mice + Three Proud Mice + + Soon settled down + Soon settled down + Soon settled down + + The name of their house I cannot tell, + But they've learnt a trade and are doing well. + If you call upon them, ring the bell + Three times twice. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration: + FINIS] + + + PRINTED FOR THE PUBLISHERS + BY W. & J. 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Charles + . . . + THE NURSERY RHYME BOOK + Edited by Andrew Lang + . . . + Published by + FREDERICK WARNE & CO., LTD. + + * * * * * + * * * * + +Erratum + + And all the luggage they took was a comb, + These three Small Mice + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26106.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26106.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d600852d65acccd7b75f5947f9a78eb4ed9fd8d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26106.txt @@ -0,0 +1,239 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, David Gutierrez and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + +US Patent 4,293,314: Gelled Fuel-Air Explosive + + + + + United States Patent [19] [11] 4,293,314 + + Stull [45] Oct. 6, 1981 + + + [54] GELLED FUEL-AIR EXPLOSIVE METHOD + + [75] Inventor: Bertram O. Stull, Ridgecrest, Calif. + + [73] Assignee: The United States of America as + represented by the Secretary of the + Navy, Washington, D.C. + + [21] Appl. No.: 111,453 + + [22] Filed: Jan. 11, 1980 + + [51] Int. Cl.^3 ................................ C10L 7/00 + + [52] U.S. Cl. ............................ 44/7 A; 44/7 R; + 44/7 D; 102/90; 102/363 + + [58] Field of Search ................ 102/90; 44/7 R, 7 E, + 44/7 D, 7 A + + [56] References Cited + + U.S. PATENT DOCUMENTS + + 3,539,311 11/1970 Cohen et al. ............. 44/7 A + 3,634,157 1/1972 Batson ................... 44/7 E + 3,685,453 8/1972 Hawrick .................. 102/90 + 3,730,093 5/1973 Cummings ................. 102/90 + 3,795,556 3/1974 Sippel et al. ............ 44/7 E + 3,955,509 3/1976 Carlsen .................. 102/90 + 3,994,696 11/1976 Adicoff .................. 44/7 A + 4,157,928 6/1979 Falterman et al. ......... 102/90 + + _Primary Examiner_--Edward A. Miller + + _Attorney, Agent, or Firm_--R. S. Sciascia; W. Thom + Skeer; Lloyd E. K. Pohl + + + [57] ABSTRACT + + 1,2-Butylene oxide as a fuel for a fuel air explosive + weapon. The oxide may be used either as a pure liquid + or gelled with a gelling agent such as silicon dioxide, + particulate carbon or aluminum octoate. + + 3 Claims, No Drawings + + + + + GELLED FUEL-AIR EXPLOSIVE METHOD + + + BACKGROUND OF THE INVENTION + + 1. Field of the Invention 5 + + This invention relates to fuels for fuel air explosive + weapons. More particularly, this invention relates to a + method for causing an explosion comprising the steps of + dispersing a cloud of liquid fuel in the air and detonating + the cloud wherein the cloud is composed of particles of 10 + gelled or ungelled 1,2-butylene oxide. + + 1. Description of the Prior Art + + Fuel air explosive weapons are now well known. A + typical example of one is depicted in U.S. Pat. No. + 3,955,509 which was issued to Gary A. Carlson on May 15 + 11, 1976. + + Fuel air explosive weapons may be described as devices + which, upon activation, cause liquid fuel particles + to be dispersed in the form of a detonable cloud in the + air and then detonate the cloud. 20 + + A number of fuels have been used in fuel air explosive + weapons. Among these are ethylene oxide and propylene + oxide. Because of the ease with which is cloud of + ethylene oxide or propylene oxide can be detonated, + these two materials are the most commonly used. However, 25 + these fuels have certain drawbacks. + + One drawback, common to both ethylene oxide and propylene + oxide, is toxicity. Both materials are highly toxic. A + concentration of 50 parts per million of ethylene oxide 30 + in the air may have harmful effects on one breathing the + air for about 8 hours. Propylene oxide is less toxic than + ethylene oxide but is still highly toxic. A concentration + of 100 parts per million of propylene oxide breathed for + about 8 hours may have undesirable effects. Naturally, + when fuel air explosive devices are stored in a confined 35 + area such as aboard a ship, exposure for 8 hours is not + unusual. + + Another drawback common to ethylene oxide and propylene + oxide is the fact that both have relatively low boiling 40 + points, 10.4 deg. C. and 34.2 deg. C. respectively. This makes + the two difficult to handle in loading operations. + High vapor pressures also contribute to difficulty in + handling. + + A drawback particularly associated with ethylene oxide 45 + is its tendency to polymerize during storage. Left + alone in a fuel air explosive weapon or other container, + ethylene oxide tends to self polymerize. The polymerized + material is unsuitable for use as a fuel for a fuel air + explosive device. Unpolymerized ethylene oxide, on the 50 + other hand is highly desirable as a fuel insofar as + detonability is concerned. Clouds containing from as + little as 3 up to as much as 100 percent by volume of + ethylene oxide are detonable. The detonation limits of + propylene oxide, on the other hand, range from about + 3.1 to about 27.5 percent by volume. 55 + + + SUMMARY OF THE INVENTION + + It has now been found that 1,2-butylene oxide, when + used as a fuel for fuel air explosive devices, exhibits + marked superiority over either ethylene oxide or propylene 60 + oxide. The marked superiority stems from the fact that + 1,2-butylene oxide is about 3 times safer than propylene + oxide when long exposure to it is required and about + 3.5 times safer than ethylene oxide. Insofar as ease + of detonation is concerned, 1,2-butylene oxide has about 65 + the same explosive limits as propylene oxide. However, + 1,2-butylene oxide is significantly easier to handle + because its boiling point is nearly twice that of + propylene oxide--63 deg. C. as opposed to 34.2 deg. C.--and over + 6 times that of ethylene oxide. According to this invention + 1,2-butylene oxide may be used in either its natural 5 + liquid state or gelled with a hereinafter named gelling + agent. + + + DESCRIPTION OF THE PREFERRED + EMBODIMENTS 10 + + In one embodiment of this invention, neat 1,2-butylene + oxide liquid is used as the fuel in a fuel air explosive + weapon in lieu of the previously most commonly used + fuels, ethylene oxide and propylene oxide. It has been + found that butylene oxide is significantly less toxic than 15 + either of the two commonly used oxides. Air containing + 400 parts per million of 1,2-butylene oxide may be + breathed safely for up to 8 hours with no undesirable + results as compared to 100 parts per million for propylene + oxide and only 50 parts per million for ethylene 20 + oxide. + + 1,2-butylene oxide offers a second distinct advantage + over ethylene oxide and propylene oxide. Its boiling + point is 63 deg. C. as opposed to 10.4 deg. C. and 34.2 25 + deg. C. respectively for the other two oxides. Thus, loading + operations are much easier to carry out. No special + equipment is needed for its handling. + + Tests have shown that, insofar as ease of detonation is + concerned, 1,2-butylene oxide is similar to propylene 30 + oxide. Its explosive limits range from about 3.1 to 25.1 + percent by volume as opposed to 3.1 to 27.5 percent by + volume for propylene oxide. Thus, its significantly + lower toxicity can be taken advantage of with very little + loss in explosive efficiency. 35 + + Another factor contributing to the ease of handling of + 1,2-butylene oxide is its vapor pressure. The vapor + pressure of 1,2-butylene oxide is only 207.0 mm Hg at + 25 deg. C. as opposed to 1,292.0 for ethylene oxide and + 569.0 for propylene oxide. 40 + + In a second embodiment of this invention, 1,2-butylene + oxide may be used in a gelled state. It has been + found that, if 1,2-butylene oxide is gelled by adding + about 3 to about 10 weight percent of a gelling agent + such as SiO_2 (Cab-O-Sil), particulate carbon or aluminum 45 + octoate, it will still be dispersed into a detonable + cloud by a typical fuel air explosive weapon. This is + perhaps the best mode of practicing this invention for + several reasons. First, the gel is more easily handled + than the neat liquid. Second, if spilled the gel will not 50 + disperse as a liquid will. + + In storage, no self-polymerization of 1,2-butylene + oxide has been detected. Thus, a warhead loaded with + the material has an indefinite shelf-life. + + I claim: 55 + + 1. In a method for producing an explosion comprising the + steps of dispersing a cloud of liquid particles in the + air and detonating the cloud, the improvement residing + in utilizing 1,2-butylene oxide in gel form as said liquid. + + 2. A method according to claim 1 wherein said gel consist + essentially of 1,2-butylene oxide and a gelling agent + selected from the group consisting of SiO_2, particulate + carbon and aluminum octoate. 60 + + 3. A method according to claim 2 wherein said gelling + agent is present in an amount in the range of from 65 + about 3 to about 10 weight percent. + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26328.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26328.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f7f794e185eb78d26c3482bc8c37b46352df8e87 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26328.txt @@ -0,0 +1,253 @@ + + + + + + + The Central Synagogue Pulpit + + A Selected Series of Sermons + + Delivered at the Central Synagogue, + + Great Portland Street, W. + + No. 4 + + Intersession + + A Sermon Preached On ש"ק פ’ויגש + + Sabbath, December 30th, 5677-1916 + + by the + + Rev. B. N. Michelson, B.A. + + Acting Minister of the Congregation + + Printed for Private Circulation + + + + + + +וישלחני אלהים לפניכם לשום לכם שארית בארץ ולהחיות לכם לפליטה גדולה + + + “And God has thus sent me before you to prepare for you a + permanence on the earth and to save your lives by a great + deliverance.”—Genesis xlv., v. 7. + + +In a time of effort, suffering and grief such as this country has never +before known, it is well that we should have frequent occasions for a +review of the position in which we stand for a strengthening of our sinews +to continue the struggle in the spirit of the high and noble resolve which +induced our participation in it. + +This week-end will be a solemn occasion; it will draw together the +religious bodies in a rare unity of thought and action. If there be in +these times any who think themselves superior to the need of intercession +and prayer they are not to be envied. For these are the days in which +human values are changing and the folly of human pride and the weakness of +human strength are brought home to men—the old-time wisdom of the humble +heart is vindicated once more. And so we take advantage of the fact that +we are again upon the threshold of a New Year to ask that the blessings of +our God may still be poured upon us and those who, with us, are striving +to right the wrong and to make the world the better and purer for our +fight against injustice, barbarism and slavery. We of this generation feel +that we are so ordering our actions—many of us so facing death—that we may +be able to say to future generations: “God hath sent me before you to +prepare for you a permanence on the earth and to save your lives by a +great deliverance.” + +The land in which we live is overshadowed, its people perplexed and +exasperated by the fears and resentments of a fierce and desperate War: +and we must needs strive for balance, both mental and moral, if we would +not be swallowed up in the morasses of hate and vengefulness. Whilst we +turn to our God for help in maintaining our just cause, which we cannot +doubt is indeed His cause, we still must guard our actions and our +thoughts, to prevent the blotting out of the moral issues that are at +stake. + +It would be a wretched perversion of conscience to require of any man, +condonation of the infamous cruelties and treacheries which have disgraced +our foes during the last two years. The best elements in us rise in +irrepressible repugnance before such pageants of wickedness as have +clothed the famous name of Wittenberg with infamy and made the story of +naval warfare a continuing record of wanton crime. No man can think, +without shame, of the so-called civilisation and culture which could +palliate such perversions of justice as those recalled by the fate of +Nurse Cavell and Captain Fryatt. + +Yet there are two considerations that may help us to feel that the German +people, so far from being truly represented by the miscreants who have +organised and carried through the atrocities on land and on sea, are +wantonly misled and disgraced by them. + +History includes the record of similar horrors perpetrated by other +nations which nevertheless are justly reckoned among the best human +material. May we not hope that the crimes of Germany in the twentieth +century provide no truer index to the national character than did those of +revolutionary France in the eighteenth? + +Psychology unites its testimony to that of History. Civilised man stands +as the latest link of a long chain of advancement from aboriginal +beasthood, and he retains within himself the germ of all his earlier +traits, though these are increasingly suppressed and held in check by +higher habitudes. Civilisation represents an elaborate system of auxiliary +disciplines, designed to stifle as far as may be the brute in man and to +strengthen the acquired qualities of justice, mercy and refinement. + +When some sudden catastrophe such as Revolution or War befalls, there is +always great danger that that elaborate system of artificial auxiliaries +to virtue will be broken down and the beast let loose in unchecked +savagery. Unquestionably this gives the key to the atrocities that stained +the French Revolution: it probably gives the key to the crimes of German +warfare. It certainly leads us to the contemplation of the horrors from +which we ourselves would be free—a contemplation which helps to make our +Day of Intercession one not merely of prayer for victory and its material +benefits, but for the ennoblement of our minds and the purification of our +souls. + +The happenings of the past two weeks have led our thoughts to the +possibilities of peace and the consideration of peace terms. + +May the peace, whenever it come, be worthy of the conflict that it ends, a +peace which enthrones justice in the affairs of the world and banishes +oppression. May the final treaty include specific provision for the trial +and punishment of the men who have organised and carried out the crimes of +the war. So shall resentment die, when it is realised that our victory is +unstained with injustice, and the German people themselves are helped to +return to the fellowship of civilised mankind. Thus shall the nations now +at war at last be bound together by the ties of international goodwill. If +we are able to realise these high aims then God will indeed “have sent us +to prepare a permanence on the earth and to save lives by a great +deliverance.” + +How great is the debt we owe to those who are bearing the brunt of the +struggle—how deeply we realise our dependence upon the manhood of this +nation! We cannot allow a day set apart for supplication to come and go +without more than a passing thought for those who have sustained wounds or +suffered hardship for the maintenance of our integrity and our rights of +existence as a nation. + +Many are the movements to which the War has given rise, which aim at +alleviating the ravages of the combat. When we think that of the +seven-and-a-half million Belgians left in Belgium, more than +three-and-a-half millions are being fed by the free canteens or receiving +relief in some form from the charity provided in the first place by the +large-heartedness of the American people, we shall understand something of +the vastness of some of the problems which arise only to be dealt with by +outside agencies. The gallant stand of a gallant people is still continued +both before and behind the German lines, where the Belgians are as +stubbornly resistant to day as they were when their King drew his sword +and said: “For us there can be no other answer.” And the passive +resistance of the imprisoned millions in Belgium to the compulsion and +cajolery alike of their would-be friend, the enemy, is a factor in the +German subduing process the world outside must appreciate. But the +Belgians are paying the price. Their resources are diminishing day by day. +The world’s benevolence is dwindling and they are facing an immediate +future wherein life’s necessities will have to be defined in terms of the +irreducible minimum. The whole nation, we are told, is growing so thin on +the small ration that can be provided, that wasting diseases, due to +under-nutrition, are increasing by leaps and bounds. + +These facts are here referred to, first and foremost, that we may pay some +tribute, if only in thought, to these and our other brave allies who have +suffered loss incalculable, and in the second place to direct our +attention to our own more fortunate position and to remind us that amid +all the devastation, the War is being commemorated by works of beneficence +and mercy, works intended to show our sympathy for suffering and our +gratitude to the God who is supporting us through these terrible days. + +He is not a good man who fails to employ every possible effort to supply +the needs of those dependent upon him in his own household. No less is he +a moral failure who does not lend himself to support every noble effort +for the succour of those bound to him by the ties of religious faith, +especially when suffering has come upon them through their faithfulness. +And so no one could have any compunction in appealing to you as was done a +short time ago for your own brethren. But we must not forget that he who +builds a fence, fences out more than he can fence in. Israel must be +faithful to his own, but his own includes not only the members of Israel’s +faith, who have the first claim upon him, but all the children of God, who +are by the fact of their human birth, his brethren; and to-day the appeal +is made to us on behalf of those to whom we have to pay something we +_owe_. The sick and wounded of our soldiers and sailors have a claim we +cannot ignore: their misfortunes have been brought about by their devotion +to our country’s cause. It is enough that they must suffer for us: we must +see that everything possible is done to alleviate the pains they undergo. +The Sick and Wounded Fund asks for your help, and, as I know you, I am +sure you will give it with no unstinting hand. + +We think to day of our wounded, but we think also of our dead. Men may be +willing to die for one cause in one age, and in another for what may seem +a different cause, but in the last analysis it will be found that that for +which human beings lay down their lives is always what they regard as the +Eternal Right. + +In every man created in the image of his God there is this strange +mystical susceptibility, this urge to lay all he has upon the altar of the +ideal that he feels has the right to demand his uttermost. Nothing else so +fully demonstrates man’s spiritual nature: it is the one great fact that +differentiates us from the brutes. + +On the one hand is man selfish, greedy, earth-bound, false and sordid in +his aims. On the other, at repeated intervals, in great and solemn hours, +comes this austere appeal for all he has to give—and he promptly gives it, +joyously, willingly, without thought of reward, and derives a greater +satisfaction from that self-giving than from all other kinds of gain +together. It is deep, mysterious, elusive, this stress of the spirit, but +we all know it unmistakably as all generations have known it. There is +nothing so strong in human nature as this impulse to fling ourselves away +at the bidding of we know not what, the something that incarnates itself +now in this cause or objective and now in that, and makes us feel וישלחני +אלהים לפניכם לשום לכם שארית בארץ ולהחיות לכם לפליטה גדולה “God hath sent +us before you to prepare a permanence on the earth and to save your lives +by a great deliverance.” There is nothing so exalting within the totality +of human experience as the elevation of soul reached by the one who +willingly dies for the sake of the others. + +How many men of character and intellectual gifts, how many thinkers, +writers, artists, how many men fitted to promote the prosperity of their +country in industry and commerce have we lost in the War! And how many of +the rank and file, men who were distinguished for nothing in their lives +so much as the manner of their death! How much poorer the next generation +will be! To the memory of them all we give the grateful tribute of +saddened and chastened hearts: we remember them all in our prayers, we +recall their heroism as we rejoice in their manhood and their glory. Never +was a time when so many of our best and noblest have gone from us +willingly because they have felt it to be their duty and never was a time +when their parents and dear ones have shown such a noble example of +uncomplaining patience under a loss which to them was the greatest that +any loss could be. We may well feel proud not only of the sons but of the +parents that they have willingly given their children and have borne their +loss with dignity and resignation, not repining and bewailing their dead, +but putting their hands to works of charity and helpfulness. Let us who +remain be worthy of those who have been taken, worthy of the country that +can rear such children. They have revealed to us the soul of the nation, +the soul by which, far more than by its wealth or its prosperity or its +material strength, a nation lives: and while the soul of England thus +lives, England will maintain her greatness. + +Let us remember our heroes who have made the supreme sacrifice, not +altogether with sorrow, but also with a solemn thankfulness—to God who +strengthened them to play their part, to them for their simple example of +duty done. The memories of these, our heroes, will for us and for those +who come after shine as a holy flame, a light that will burn for ever at +the altar of patriotism and of duty. + +And so we commend their souls, even as our own, to the mercy of our God, +looking to Him in all humility and trust to vouchsafe us in His good time +“a permanence on the earth and a saving of life by a great deliverance.” +Amen. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26331.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26331.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..868118f6d8aa6169e3b378ea9572520ad5284517 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26331.txt @@ -0,0 +1,538 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jessica Rupp + + + + + + + A Child's Primer + Of Natural History + + + By Oliver Herford + with Pictures by + the Author + + + Charles Scribner's Sons, New York, 1899 + + + + + Copyright 1899, by + Oliver Herford + + + + + CONTENTS + + A Seal + The Giraffe + The Yak + A Whale + The Leopard + The Sloth + The Elephant + The Pig-Pen + Some Geese + The Ant + An Arctic Hare + The Wolf + An Ostrich + The Hippopotamus + The Fly + The Mongoos + The Platypus + The Chimpanzee + A Mole + The Rhinoceros + A Penguin + The Cat + The Dog + A Chameleon + + + + + A Seal. + + + SEE, chil-dren, the Fur-bear-ing Seal; + Ob-serve his mis-di-rect-ed zeal: + He dines with most ab-ste-mi-ous care + On Fish, Ice Water and Fresh Air + A-void-ing cond-i-ments or spice, + For fear his fur should not be nice + And fine and smooth and soft and meet + For Broad-way or for Re-gent Street + And yet some-how I of-ten feel + (Though for the kind Fur-bear-ing Seal + I har-bor a Re-spect Pro-found) + + + + + + The Giraffe. + + + SEE the Gi-raffe; he is so tall + There is not room to get him all + U-pon the page. His head is high-er-- + The pic-ture proves it--than the Spire. + That's why the na-tives, when they race + To catch him, call it stee-ple-chase. + His chief de-light it is to set + A good example: shine or wet + He rises ere the break of day, + And starts his break-fast right away. + His food has such a way to go,-- + His throat's so very long,--and so + An early break-fast he must munch + To get it down ere time for lunch. + + + + + + The Yak. + + + THIS is the Yak, so neg-li-gee: + His coif-fure's like a stack of hay; + He lives so far from Any-where, + I fear the Yak neg-lects his hair, + And thinks, since there is none to see, + What mat-ter how un-kempt he be. + How would he feel if he but knew + That in this Pic-ture-book I drew + His Phys-i-og-no-my un-shorn, + For chil-dren to de-ride and scorn? + + + + + + A Whale. + + + THE con-sci-en-tious art-ist tries + On-ly to draw what meets his eyes. + This is the Whale; he seems to be + A spout of wa-ter in the sea. + Now, Hux-ley from one bone could make + An un-known beast; so if I take + This spout of wa-ter, and from thence + Con-struct a Whale by in-fer-ence, + A Whale, I ven-ture to as-sert, + Must be an an-i-mat-ed squirt! + Thus, chil-dren, we the truth may sift + By use of Log-ic's Price-less Gift. + + + + + + The Leopard. + + + THIS is the Le-o-pard, my child; + His tem-per's any-thing but mild. + The Le-o-pard can't change his spots, + And that--so say the Hot-ten-tots-- + Is why he is so wild. + Year in, year out, he may not change, + No mat-ter how the wea-ther range, + From cold to hot. No won-der, child, + We hear the Le-o-pard is wild. + + + + + + The Sloth. + + + THE Sloth en-joys a life of Ease; + He hangs in-vert-ed from the trees, + And views life up-side down. + If you, my child, are noth-ing loath + To live in In-dol-ence and Sloth, + Un-heed-ing the World's frown, + You, too, un-vexed by Toil and Strife, + May take a hu-mor-ous view of life. + + + + + + The Elephant. + + + THIS is the El-e-phant, who lives + With but one aim--to please. + His i-vo-ry tusk he free-ly gives + To make pi-a-no keys. + One grief he has--how-e'er he tries, + He nev-er can for-get + That one of his e-nor-mous size + Can't be a house-hold pet. + Then does he to his grief give way, + Or sink 'neath sor-row's ban? + Oh, no; in-stead he spends each day + Con-tri-ving some un-sel-fish way + To be of use to Man. + + + + + + The Pig-Pen. + + + OH, turn not from the hum-ble Pig, + My child, or think him in-fra dig. + We oft hear lit-er-a-ry men + Boast of the in-flu-ence of the Pen; + Yet when we read in His-to-ry's Page + Of Hu-man Pigs in ev-er-y age, + From Cr[oe]-sus to the pres-ent day, + Is it, my child, so hard to say + (De-spite the Scribes' vain-glo-ri-ous boast) + What Pen has in-flu-enced Man the most? + + + + + + Some Geese. + + + EV-ER-Y child who has the use + Of his sen-ses knows a goose. + See them un-der-neath the tree + Gath-er round the goose-girl's knee, + While she reads them by the hour + From the works of Scho-pen-hau-er. + How pa-tient-ly the geese at-tend! + But do they re-al-ly com-pre-hend + What Scho-pen-hau-er's driv-ing at? + Oh, not at all; but what of that? + Nei-ther do I; nei-ther does she; + And, for that mat-ter, nor does he. + + + + + + The Ant. + + + MY child, ob-serve the use-ful Ant, + How hard she works each day. + She works as hard as ad-a-mant + (That's very hard, they say). + She has no time to gal-li-vant; + She has no time to play. + Let Fido chase his tail all day; + Let Kitty play at tag: + She has no time to throw a-way, + She has no tail to wag. + She scurries round from morn till night; + She ne-ver, ne-ver sleeps; + She seiz-es ev-ery-thing in sight, + And drags it home with all her might, + And all she takes she keeps. + + + + + + An Arctic Hare. + + + AN Arc-tic Hare we now be-hold. + The hair, you will ob-serve, is white; + But if you think the Hare is old, + You will be ver-y far from right. + The Hare is young, and yet the hair + Grew white in but a sin-gle night. + Why, then it must have been a scare + That turned this Hare. No; 't was not fright + (Al-though such cases are well known); + I fear that once a-gain you're wrong. + Know then, that in the Arc-tic Zone + A sin-gle night is six months long. + + + + + + The Wolf. + + + OH, yes, the Wolf is bad, it's true; + But how with-out him could we do? + If there were not a wolf, what good + Would be the tale of RID-ING-HOOD? + The Lit-tle Child from sin will fly + When told the wick-ed Wolf is nigh; + And when, ar-rived at Man's es-tate, + He hears the Wolf out-side his gate, + He knows it's time to put a-way + I-dle fri-vol-i-ty and play. + That's how (but do not men-tion it) + This prim-er hap-pened to be writ. + + + + + + An Ostrich. + + + THIS is an Os-trich. See him stand: + His head is bur-ied in the sand. + It is not that he seeks for food, + Nor is he shy, nor is he rude; + But he is sen-si-tive, and shrinks + And hides his head when-e'er he thinks + How, on the Gains-bor-ough hat some day + Of some fine la-dy at the play, + His fea-thers may ob-struct the view + Of all the stage from me or you. + + + + + + The Hippopotamus. + + + "OH, say, what is this fearful, wild + In-cor-ri-gible cuss?" + "This _crea-ture_ (don't say 'cuss,' my child; + 'T is slang)--this crea-ture fierce is styled The Hip-po-pot-am-us. + His curious name de-rives its source + From two Greek words: _hippos_--a horse, + _Potamos_--river. See? + The river's plain e-nough, of course; + But why they called that thing a horse, + That's what is Greek to me." + + + + + + The Fly. + + + OB-SERVE, my child, the House-hold Fly, + With his ex-traor-di-na-ry eye: + What-ev-er thing he may be-hold + Is mul-ti-plied a thou-sand-fold. + _We_ do not need a com-plex eye + When we ob-serve the Household Fly: + He is so vol-a-tile that he + In _ev-ery_ place at once can be; + He is the buzz-ing in-car-na-tion + Of an-i-mate mul-ti-pli-ca-tion. + Ah! chil-dren, who can tell the Why + And Where-fore of the House-hold Fly? + + + + + + The Mongoos. + + + THIS, Chil-dren, is the famed Mon-goos. + He has an ap-pe-tite ab-struse; + Strange to re-late, this crea-ture takes + A cu-ri-ous joy in eat-ing snakes-- + All kinds, though, it must be con-fessed, + He likes the poi-son-ous ones the best. + From him we learn how ve-ry small + A thing can bring a-bout a Fall. + Oh, Mon-goos, where were you that day + When Mis-tress Eve was led a-stray? + If you'd but seen the ser-pent first, + Our Parents would not have been cursed, + And so there would be no ex-cuse + For MIL-TON, but for you--Mon-goos! + + + + + + The Platypus. + + + MY child, the Duck-billed Plat-y-pus + A sad ex-am-ple sets for us: + From him we learn how In-de-ci-sion + Of char-ac-ter pro-vokes De-ri-sion. + This vac-il-lat-ing Thing, you see, + Could not de-cide which he would be, + Fish, Flesh, or Fowl, and chose all three. + The sci-en-tists were sore-ly vexed + To clas-si-fy him; so per-plexed + Their brains that they, with Rage at bay, + Called him a hor-rid name one day,-- + A name that baf-fles, frights, and shocks us,-- + Or-ni-tho-rhyn-chus Par-a-dox-us. + + + + + + The Chimpanzee. + + + CHIL-DREN, be-hold the Chim-pan-zee: + He sits on the an-ces-tral tree + From which we sprang in ag-es gone. + I'm glad we sprang: had we held on, + We might, for aught that I can say, + Be hor-rid Chim-pan-zees to-day. + + + + + + A Mole. + + + SEE, chil-dren, the mis-guid-ed Mole. + He lives down in a deep, dark hole; + Sweet-ness, and Light, and good Fresh Air + Are things for which he does not care. + He has not e-ven that make-shift + Of fee-ble minds--the _so-cial gift_. + But say not that he has no soul, + Lest hap-ly we misjudge the Mole; + Nay, if we mea-sure him by Men, + No doubt he sits in his dark den + In-struct-ing oth-ers blind as he + Ex-act-ly how the world _should_ be. + + + + + + The Rhinoceros. + + + SO this is the Rhi-no-ce-ros! + I won-der why he looks so cross. + Per-haps he is an-noyed a bit + Be-cause his cloth-ing does not fit. + (They say he got it read-y made!) + It is not that, I am a-fraid. + He looks so cross be-cause I drew + Him with one horn in-stead of two. + + Well, since he cares so much for style, + Let's give him two and see him smile. + + + + + + A Penguin. + + + THE Pen-guin sits up-on the shore + And loves the lit-tle fish to bore; + He has one en-er-vat-ing joke + That would a very Saint pro-voke: + "The Pen-guin's might-i-er than the Sword-fish"; + He tells this dai-ly to the bored fish, + Un-til they are so weak, they float + With-out re-sis-tance down his throat. + + + + + + The Cat. + + + OB-SERVE the Cat up-on this page. + Phil-os-o-phers in ev-er-y age, + The ver-y _wis-est_ of the wise, + Have tried her mind to an-a-lyze + In vain, for noth-ing can they learn. + She baf-fles them at ev-er-y turn + Like Mis-ter Ham-let in the play. + She leads their rea-son-ing a-stray; + She feigns an in-ter-est in string + Or yarn or any roll-ing thing. + Un-like the Dog, she does not care + With com-mon Man her thoughts to share. + She teach-es us that in life's walk + 'T is bet-ter to let oth-ers talk, + And lis-ten while _they_ say in-stead + The fool-ish things we might have said. + + + + + + The Dog. + + + HERE is the Dog. Since time be-gan, + The Dog has been the friend of MAN, + The Dog loves MAN be-cause he shears + His coat and clips his tail and ears. + MAN loves the Dog be-cause he'll stay + And lis-ten to his talk all day, + And wag his tail and show de-light + At all his jokes, how-ev-er trite. + His bark is far worse than his bite, + So peo-ple say. They may be right; + Yet if to make a choice I had, + I'd choose his bark, how-ev-er bad. + + + + + + A Chameleon. + + + A USE-FUL les-son you may con, + My Child, from the Cha-me-le-on: + He has the gift, ex-treme-ly rare + In an-i-mals, of sav-oir-faire. + And if the se-cret you would guess + Of the Cha-me-le-on's suc-cess, + A-dapt your-self with great-est care + To your sur-round-ings ev-er-y-where; + And then, un-less your sex pre-vent, + Some day you may be Pres-i-dent. + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: In this file, the ligatured oe character +is represented by "[oe]".] + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26431.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26431.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e60c3243e917482ec8d9666b1f04b00dd278ca88 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26431.txt @@ -0,0 +1,594 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Christine D. and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN + + BY E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE + + WITH VERSES BY + CAROLYN WELLS + + + [Illustration] + + + + + CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN + + [Illustration] + + + + + CHILDREN + OF OUR + TOWN + + PICTURED BY + E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE + + WITH VERSES BY + CAROLYN WELLS + + PUBLISHED BY + R. H. RUSSELL + NEW YORK + + Copyright, 1902, by + ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL + + + + + FLYING KITES + + + A blustering windy day's just right + For boys who want to fly a kite; + And it affords the greatest joy + To make and use the pretty toy. + + But Aged Duffers, do not try + A large-sized paper kite to fly; + You could not manage tail or string, + And ten to one you'd spoil the thing. + + + + + BOATS ON THE LAKE + + + A morning full of happiness any boy may find + By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined; + The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then + They jerk and struggle to be free--away they go again! + They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset,-- + Of course he reaches out for them,--of course he gets quite wet. + + But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, + Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark. + + + + + AT CONEY ISLAND + + + See proud Belinda smartly dressed + In all her flaunting Sunday best; + With muslin hat and ruffles big + She cannot comfortably dig. + + Ask her if she would like to play,-- + She will not answer either way; + She'll only shake herself, and then, + Just pout and grin and pout again. + + Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this, + How very ill-advised it is + To don a costume fine and grand + When you go playing in the sand. + + Instead of your bespangled net, + Or moire velvet edged with jet, + Just wear a gingham, simply made, + So you can tuck it up and wade. + + + + + IN CENTRAL PARK + + + In Central Park, along the Mall, + We see the gay goat-carriage crawl; + With little boys and girls inside, + Enjoying their exciting ride. + + Right willingly each nimble steed + Exerts his very utmost speed; + And o'er the smooth hard road they race + At something like a turtle's pace. + + But stout old men and portly dames, + Pray, do not urge your rightful claims; + And even though you have the price, + Listen, I beg, to my advice. + + Do not insist on getting in + The little carriage for a spin; + You'd not look picturesque at all + Careering up and down the Mall. + + + + + THE FIRST OF APRIL + + + 'Tis taught by philosophic schools + The human race is mostly fools. + And once a year you see this truth + Ably set forth by jocund youth, + Who broach the tenets of the creed + Plainly that he who runs may read. + + But Aged Idiots, 'tis not meet + For you to run along the street, + And with a manner bold and sly + Pin tags on ladies passing by, + Or sit upon the curb and look + For fools to snatch your pocket-book. + + + + + PLEBEIAN + + + Lucinda's tastes are so depraved; + She likes to play and romp + With children poor and ill-behaved, + Who boast no style or pomp. + + Their costumes are not quite correct, + They have no pretty tricks; + Lucinda! pray be more select, + In higher circles mix. + + + + + PATRICIAN + + + Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls, + How quick to take advice. + Behold her with unpapered curls, + And frock so rich and nice! + + Her haughty stare! Who would suppose + That dress would change her so + Oh, blessed influence of fine clothes, + How much to thee we owe! + + + + + QUARRELSOMENESS + + + Dear lady-readers of whatever age, + Look backward and with me enjoy this page. + What happy moments have we often spent + Thus to our frenzied anger giving vent. + Ah, me, the long-lost joys of being young! + To make up faces, and stick out one's tongue; + How those occasions of Xantippish strife + Gave zip and zest to our dull childish life. + + + + + THE ETERNAL FEMININE + + + Ah, truly, as the tree is bent the tiny twig's inclined, + And in the very littlest girls we see + The contradictious tendencies of woman's wayward mind + Developed to a marvellous degree. + For each small daughter of her mother + Will say one thing and do the other. + + For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school + And beg that they may stay at home and play; + And then, permission given, these same children, as a rule, + Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day! + Ah, no wonder poets feature + Woman as a captious creature. + + + + + WISTFULNESS + + + Baby and Sis and me + Stand by the fence and see + Picnickers munch + Lots o' good lunch, + Jes' givin' nothin' to we. + + Baby and Sis and me, + Hungry as we can be, + Haven't no right + To be 'spectin' a bite,-- + But we're glad lookin' is free. + + + + + KINDNESS TO ANIMALS + + + The Bison, though he seems so grim, + Is very sensitive; + And when the children stare at him, + He wants to cease to live. + + He hears them wonder why he's there, + And why he can't break through; + And why he has such funny hair, + And why he doesn't moo. + + At this, the suffering Buffalo + Can scarce restrain to weep; + Their caustic comments hurt him so,-- + They haunt him in his sleep. + + But, Grown-Up people, let me pray + You'll not behave like this; + The Bison pet,--and, when you may, + Give him a friendly kiss. + + + + + A COLD DAY + + + In winter time when ice and sleet + Make slidy places on the street, + The children early leave their beds + And rush out with their skates and sleds. + + All merrily the little dears + Throw snowballs in each other's ears; + And thus with pretty playful ways + Beguile the white and wintry days. + + Oh, Venerable Veterans, + I hate to disarrange your plans; + But truly, if you try this game + You will go home all stiff and lame. + + + + + SKATES + + + A blithesome boy this picture shows; + He has a true Mercurian pose, + Like winged heels his roller-skates + Send him fast-flying past his mates. + When one is young, 'tis very nice + To skate on rollers or on ice. + + But Ancient Gaffers, do not try + With active boys like this to vie. + For if you get a skate on, you + Acquire a rolling gait, 'tis true. + But soon this proverb you'll endorse,-- + A rolling gait gathers remorse. + + + + + THE EXCURSION BOAT + + + Into the boat the breeze blows fair, + It blows across the deck; + It blows the little children's hair,-- + They get it in the neck. + + And in this picture you may see + The happy girls and boys, + So true to life,--but thankful be + You cannot hear the noise. + + The great steam-whistle's fearful squeaks. + The band, ill-tuned and loud; + The babies with their screams and shrieks, + The bustle of the crowd. + + Grown People, you'd prefer, afloat, + A private yacht, I'm sure; + Then shun the gay excursion boat + Unless you're very poor. + + + + + EVOLUTIONARY FAME + + + These merry children, I'll be bound + In careless pleasure ride around; + Unthinking as they onward go, + What pedigree their horses show. + + But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy + About the Wooden Horse of Troy; + And you assume these steeds to be + The Trojan Sire's posterity. + + Well, there you're wrong! you have forgot. + They're Flying Horses, are they not? + And, scions of a noble name, + From Pegasus descent they claim. + + But, Graybeards, curb your mad desires + To mount upon these whizzing flyers. + For there's the very strongest chance + You'd go home in an ambulance. + + + + + PIETY + + + With new, ill-fitting gloves, + With frocks as white as snow, + By two and two these little loves + To First Communion go. + + I watch them as they pass,-- + Somehow, I shrewdly guess + Each child thinks little of her mass + And much about her dress. + + But you, dear Aged Saint, + Whose eyeballs upward roll, + I trust you have no worldly taint + Upon your gentle soul. + + + + + WEALTH + + + Joe Munn who has a penny + Has friends and friends a-many; + They hang around him eagerly and offer him advice. + Tim Lanigan states clearly + That he loves taffy dearly + And butterscotch is awful good and chocolates is nice. + + Jane said, but no one heard her, + "An orange would go furder," + While Billy Barlow's heart beat high inside his chubby shape. + It needs no divination + To see the application,-- + Until your purse is empty from your friends you can't escape. + + + + + THE SKIPPING-ROPE + + This picture (as you can see, I hope) + Shows a fat little maiden skipping rope. + She can jump "highwater" and "pepper" too, + But, fat old ladies, let me tell you, + If you jump "highwater" you'll lose your breath, + And to jump "pepper" might cause your death. + + + + + MUSIC'S MIGHT + + On the East Side any day, + When the street pianos play + You can see the children dancing with + a rhythmic whirl and sway. + + All untaught their native grace, + Joy in every grinning face, + To the music they are gaily keeping + perfect time and pace. + + But, infirm and aged crones, + Do not risk your ancient bones; + Your old nerves would suffer sadly + jarred and jolted by the stones. + + + + + A BALL GAME + + There never was a place so bad + But one redeeming trait it had. + + Now Harlem is no good at all + Save as a place for playing ball. + + But there the boys will run and play + Their favorite game 'most every day. + + But, Reverend sir, 'twould foolish be + To play, with your rheumatic knee. + + And, Deacon, do not try, I beg, + To play the game with your game leg. + + + + + THE RIVAL QUEENS + + + Now wasn't this ridiculous? + Essie and Mamie had a fuss, + And each declared she wouldn't play + Unless she could be Queen of May. + + "You think you're smart!" Miss Essie said, + And Mamie sneered and tossed her head. + And each one angrily declared + There'd be no queen for all she cared! + + Mamie was mad as she could be, + And Essie pouted sulkily; + With angry looks they onward stalked, + While no one 'neath the May-bower walked. + + Oh! social Queens, this lesson learn + If for supremacy you yearn, + And of your fitness there is doubt, + See that your rival too's kept out. + + + + + LITTLE MOTHERS + + The Little Mothers of the poor + They lead a jolly life, I'm sure; + For without being gray and old, + They've all a mother's right to scold. + As eagerly each day they meet + To pass the gossip of the street, + Her baby-cart, each states with pride, + Is finest on the whole East side. + And each, her small charge will declare + The handsomest baby anywhere. + Oh, Grown-up Mothers, learn to praise + Your children and their pretty ways. + + + + + OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS + + + The Little Mothers of the rich + Are really works of art, + They are dressed up to such a pitch + In frocks so fine and smart. + + They do not have to take the charge + Of baby boys or girls; + No, they have dolls exceeding large + With silky, flaxen curls. + + Ah, Mothers in Society, + Accept this reasoning sound; + Dolls far less troublesome would be + Than children bothering round. + + + + + FOURTH OF JULY + + These boisterous boys, with bang and fizz, + They make such noisy noise; + But, then, perhaps the reason is, + They are such boysy boys. + + The girls as well,--from early morn + They shoot and shoot and shoot; + And on a trumpet or a horn + They toot and toot and toot. + + But you, whose locks are bleached by Time, + (Or by the Chemist's aid), + Heed my admonitory rhyme, + Nor join the gay parade. + + + + + THANKSGIVING-DAY + + + When Autumn brings around the day + Devoted to thanksgiving, + The children scream with laughter gay + For very joy of living. + + And every sort of escapade + Receives their commendation; + But all agree a masquerade + Is best for celebration. + + The boys and girls all swarm around + The crowd is hourly growing; + Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,-- + With tin horns loudly blowing. + + But dear old dames with snowy puffs, + Tulle caps and Mechlin laces, + Don't scramble out and join the toughs + In boys' clothes and false faces. + + + + + ICE-CREAM + + + To Bob and Sue, who have ice-cream, + Life is a glowing, halcyon dream, + While Tom stands empty by; + And says, "Gee! fellers, ain't it prime? + Say, I had ice-cream too, one time, + And it was great! Oh, my!" + + Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball, + Does ice-cream on your palate pall? + Is it to you no treat? + You never ate it from the can, + Come, patronize the Ice-Cream Man, + Come down to Mulberry Street! + + [Illustration:] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26437.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26437.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..88a0010845ca8af1c7586742b726badf14e1bc38 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26437.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + +THE RUBAIYAT OF A HUFFY HUSBAND + +MARY B. LITTLE + +[Illustration: ARTI et VERITATI] + + BOSTON + RICHARD G. BADGER + =The Gorham Press= + 1908 + + _Copyright, 1908, by Mary B. Little_ + + _All Rights Reserved_ + + _The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A._ + + + + +THE RUBAIYAT OF A HUFFY HUSBAND + + + I + + I wake, the Sun does scatter into Flight + The Dreams of Happiness I have each Night, + O blessed Dreams--full of Domestic Bliss, + Too soon alas! They're banished with the Light. + + + II + + I'm going to tell in just the Briefest way + The cause of all my Anguish--if I may-- + Then one and all will know the Reason why + My Mien is Solemn, and I am not Gay. + + + III + + On Christmas day a good Friend did present + My Wife a Book; no doubt with best intent. + The "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" 'twas. + Little I dreamed the Woe of its Advent. + + + IV + + After the rush of Holidays was o'er, + And things had settled back in Place once more, + Wife found the Time to revel in that Book, + And told me how she loved its Ancient Lore. + + + V + + She soon possessed the dreadful Omar Fad, + Which other Husbands, I have learned, think Bad. + But unlike other Fads which now are Past, + This has the power to make me very Mad. + + + VI + + The others which she tired of years before,-- + Collecting Vases, Fans, and Spoons galore,-- + Did not affect the Comfort of our Home, + Therefore there was no reason to be Sore. + + + VII + + But now each time I come back to the House + I find what was my former loving Spouse + So deep absorbed in Omar's Rubaiyat, + She reads right on, and scarcely does Arouse. + + + VIII + + Or else I find her with her Pen in Hand, + Grinding out Quatrains which mayhap are Grand, + She tries to make me Listen: Rest assured + That I obey Not any such Command. + + + IX + + Had I but known just what my Fate would be, + Inside a Drawer to which I hold the Key, + That Book forever would have Disappeared + And thereby would have gained some Peace for Me. + + + X + + But ah, the Irony of Fate--that's how + "A Book of verses underneath the Bough" + Is what I hear from Morn to Dewy Eve. + A Wilderness _were_ Paradise just Now. + + + XI + + Sometimes when I am very tired, and Plead + To be amused, My Wife says, "I will read." + And this is what she tries to make me Hear, + "With Earth's first Clay they did the Last man knead." + + + XII + + But don't imagine while Possessed of Wit, + That I assent, and therefore Calmly sit. + I take my hat, and hasten from the House, + And come not back till think she's through with It. + + + XIII + + I might have Prayed, and possibly thereby + Have gained relief from Somewhere in the Sky. + But Wife says, Omar's reckoning proves it + "As Impotently moves as You or I." + + + XIV + + At least that is the Doctrine he presents, + Although to Me it is Devoid of Sense. + My unbelief in what he says does Make + My Wife's Love for him only more Intense. + + + XV + + And thus it is--the Rubaiyat's her Creed. + It is her Comfort in all sorts of Need. + I tear my hair--I storm--I swear, and yet, + 'Tis only to dear Omar she pays Heed. + + + XVI + + "Some for the Glories of this world; and some + Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to Come;" + The greatest Boon I ask for is, I may + Supplant this Interloper as a Chum. + + + XVII + + Now all the Years that we have Wedded been, + Not once had Demon Jealousy crept in + Until this Omar--dead eight Hundred Years, + Did come and her Affection from me Win. + + + XVIII + + I feel chagrined to Think, at this late Date, + A Man so long since Dead can alienate + The fond Devotion that's been mine alone. + No Wonder I cry out 'gainst such a Fate. + + + XIX + + "The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon + Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon," + Just so those happy Days of long ago + Were Mine, for one sweet space of Time then gone. + + + XX + + The last few Months I eagerly frequent + My Clubs; wherein I hear great Argument + Regarding Wives, and how to manage them. + But come no Wiser than when in I went. + + + XXI + + Strange, is it not? Of all the Husbands who + Before me passed this Door of Trouble through + Not One has left a word of good Advice, + Nor e'en suggested what is Best to do. + + + XXII + + My Friends can't help me, yet they laugh to Scorn + My downcast looks, and at the way I Mourn. + They do not know the Anguish of my Soul, + Bereft of Wife--unhappy--and forlorn. + + + XXIII + + But this I know, whether the one True Light + Kindle to Love, or wrath consume me quite, + I'd rather have my former Happiness, + Than to Possess the Whole great World outright. + + + XXIV + + I oft' attempt to show Wife where 'twill Lead. + She gets her Book, and says I must take Heed + That--"The first Morning of Creation wrote + What the last Dawn of reckoning shall Read." + + + XXV + + One day I queried would she please to Say + How long, how long this Fad was apt to Stay? + She smiled and said, "My dear, don't fret about + 'Unborn To-Morrow and Dead Yesterday.'" + + + XXVI + + "'The Moving Finger writes, and having Writ + Moves on.'" "And surely, dear, you have the Grit + To be submissive to the Hand of Fate, + When you can't help yourself a single Bit." + + + XXVII + + PREDESTINATION--full of Unbelief-- + Must I accept it, is there no Relief? + The very thought of it most drives me Mad, + And bows me to the very Earth with Grief. + + + XXVIII + + Ah, if I only could some way Conspire + "To grasp the sorry Scheme of Things entire"; + How soon I'd shatter it to bits--and then + Remould it nearer to my Heart's desire. + + + XXIX + + Or, would some Winged Angel ere too Late + "Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate" + And make the stern Recorder change the lines, + And thus restore at ONCE to me My Mate. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Rubaiyat of a Huffy Husband, by Mary B. Little + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26445.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26445.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..345b3f86dd3f202f73925bb44712e8e673ec129f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26445.txt @@ -0,0 +1,535 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: (signed) Very Truly Yours, +Paul H. Hayne.] + + + + +SONGS +FROM THE SOUTHLAND + +SELECTED BY +S. F. PRICE + +[Illustration] + +BOSTON +D. LOTHROP COMPANY +WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIEL + + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1890, +BY +D. LOTHROP COMPANY. + + + + +SONGS +FROM THE SOUTH-LAND. + + + + +THE CLOSING YEAR. + +GEORGE D. PRENTICE. + + +'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now +Is brooding, like a gentle spirit o'er +The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds +The bell's deep tones are swelling; 'tis the knell +Of the departed year. No funeral train +Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood, +With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest +Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred, +As by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud, +That floats so still and placidly through heaven, +The spirits of the Seasons seem to stand. +Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form, +And Winter with its aged locks--and breathe +In mournful cadences, that come abroad, +Like the far windharps wild, touching wail, +A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year, +Gone from the earth forever. + + 'Tis a time +For memory and for tears. Within the deep, +Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim, +Whose tones are like the wizard voice of time, +Heard from the tomb of ages, points its cold +And solemn finger to the beautiful +And holy visions, that have passed away, +And left no shadow of their loveliness +On the dead waste of life. The spectre lifts +The coffin-lid of Hope and Joy and Love, +And bending mournfully above the pale, +Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers +O'er what has passed to nothingness. + + The year +Has gone, and with it many a glorious throng +Of happy dreams. Its mark is on each brow, +Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course, +It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful; +And they are not. It laid its pallid hand +Upon the strong man: and the haughty form +Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dim. +It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged +The bright and joyous; and the tearful wail +Of stricken ones is heard, where erst the song +And reckless shout resounded. It passed o'er +The battle plain, where sword, and spear and shield, +Flashed in the light of midday; and the strength +Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass, +Green from the soil of carnage, waves above +The crushed and mouldering skeleton. It came, +And faded like a wreath of mist at eve; +Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air, +It heralded its millions to their home, +In the dim land of dreams. + + Remorseless time! +Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe! What power +Can stay him in his silent course, or melt +His iron heart to pity! On, still on, +He presses and forever. The proud bird, +The Condor of the Andes, that can soar +Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave +The fury of the northing hurricane, +And bath its plumage in the thunder's home +Furls his broad wing at nightfall, and sinks down +To rest upon his mountain crag; but Time +Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness, +And Night's deep darkness has no chain to bind +His rushing pinion. + + Revolutions sweep +O'er earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast +Of dreaming sorrow; cities rise and sink +Like bubbles on the water; fiery isles +Spring blazing from the ocean, and go back +To their mysterious caverns; mountains rear +To heaven their bold and blackened cliffs, and bow +Their tall heads to the plain; and empires rise, +Gathering the strength of hoary centuries, +And rush down, like the Alpine avalanche, +Startling the nations; and the very stars, +Yon bright and glorious blazonry of God, +Glitter awhile in their eternal depths, +And like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train, +Shoot from their glorious spheres, and pass away +To darkle in the trackless void; yet Time, +Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career, +Dark, stern, all pitiless, and pauses not +Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path, +To sit and muse, like other conquerors, +Upon the fearful ruin he hath wrought. + + + + +CHRISTMAS. [1864.] + +HENRY TIMROD. + + + How grace this hallowed day? +Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire, +Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire + Round which the children play? + + .... + + How shall we grace the day? +Ah! Let the thought that on this holy morn +The Prince of Peace-the Prince of Peace was born, + Employ us, while we pray! + + Pray for the peace which long +Hath left this tortured land, and haply now +Holds its white court on some far mountain's brow, + There hardly safe from wrong! + + Let every sacred fane +Call its sad votaries to the shrine of God, +And, with the cloister and the tented sod, + Join in one solemn strain! + + He, who, till time shall cease, +Will watch that earth, where once, not all in vain, +He died to give us peace, may not disdain + A prayer whose theme is--peace. + + Perhaps ere yet the Spring +Hath died into the Summer, over all +The land, the Peace of His vast love shall fall, + Like some protecting wing. + + Oh, ponder what it means! +Oh, turn the rapturous thought in every way! +Oh, give the vision and the fancy play, + And shape the coming scenes! + + Peace in the quiet dales, +Made rankly fertile by the blood of men, +Peace in the woodland, and the lonely glen, + Peace in the peopled vales! + + Peace in the crowded town, +Peace in the thousand fields of waving grain, +Peace in the highway and the flowery lane, + Peace on the wind-swept down! + + Peace on the farthest seas, +Peace in our sheltered bays and ample streams, +Peace whereso'er our starry garland gleams; + And peace in every breeze! + + Peace on the whirring marts, +Peace where the scholar thinks--the hunter roams, +Peace, God of Peace! Peace, peace, in all our homes, + And peace in all our hearts! + +[Illustration: "Peace in the quiet dales + Made rankly fertile by the blood of men."] + + + + +LA BELLE JUIVE. + +HENRY TIMROD. + + +Is it because your sable hair +Is folded over brows that wear +At times a too imperial air; + +Or is it that the thoughts which rise +In those dark orbs do seek disguise +Beneath the lids of Eastern eyes; + +That choose whatever pose or place +May chance to please, in you I trace +The noblest woman of your race? + +The crowd is sauntering at its ease, +And humming like a hive of bees-- +You take your seat and touch the keys: + +I do not hear the giddy throng; +The sea avenges Israel's wrong, +And on the mind floats Miriam's song! + +You join me with a stately grace; +Music to Poesy gives place; +Some grand emotion lights your face: + +At once I stand by Mizpeh's walls; +With smiles the martyred daughter falls, +And desolate are Mizpeh's halls! + +Intrusive babblers come between; +With calm, pale brow and lofty mein, +You thread the circle like a queen! + +Then sweeps the royal Esther by; +The deep devotion in her eye, +Is looking "If I die, I die!" + +You stroll the gardener's flowery walks; +The plants to me are grainless stalks, +And Ruth to old Naomi talks. + +Adopted child of Judah's creed, +Like Judah's daughters, true at need, +I see you mid the alien seed. + +I watch afar the gleaner sweet; +I watch like Boaz in the wheat, +And find you lying at my feet. + +My feet! Oh! if the spell that lures, +My heart through all these dreams endures, +How soon shall I be stretched at yours! + + + + +TO HELEN. + +EDGAR ALLAN POE. + + +Helen, thy beauty is to me + Like those Nicean barks of yore, +That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, + The weary, way-worn wanderer bore + To his own native shore. + +On desperate seas long wont to roam, + Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, +Thy Naiad airs have brought me home + To the glory that was Greece +And the grandeur that was Rome. + +Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche + How statue-like I see thee stand! + The agate lamp within thy hand, +Ah! Psyche, from the regions which + Are Holy Land! + + + + +A CHRISTMAS CHANT. + +FATHER RYAN. + + +Four thousand years earth waited, + Four thousand years men prayed, +Four thousand years the nations sighed + That their King so long delayed. + +The prophets told His coming, + The saintly for Him sighed; +And the star of the Babe of Bethlehem + Shone o'er them when they died. + +Their faces toward the future, + They longed to hail the light +That in the after centuries + Would rise on Christmas night. + +But still the Saviour tarried, + Within His father's home; +And the nations wept and wondered why + The promise had not come. + +At last earth's hope was granted, + And God was a child of earth; +And a thousand angels chanted + The lowly midnight birth. + +Ah! Bethlehem was grander + That hour than paradise; +And the light of earth that night eclipsed + The splendour of the skies. + +Then let us sing the anthem, + The angels once did sing; +Until the music of love and praise + O'er whole wide world will ring. + + Glory in excelsis! + Sound the thrilling song; + In excelsis Deo! + Roll the hymn along. + +[Illustration: Then let us sing the anthem + The angels once did sing.] + + Glory in excelsis! + Let the heavens ring; + In excelsis Deo! + Welcome, new-born King. + Gloria in excelsis! + Over the sea and land, + In excelsis Deo! + Chant the anthem grand. + Gloria in excelsis! + Let us all rejoice! + In excelsis Deo! + Lift each heart and voice. + Gloria in excelsis! + Swell the hymn on high; + In excelsis Deo! + Sound it to the sky. + Gloria in excelsis! + Sing it sinful earth. + In excelsis Deo! + For the Saviour's birth. + +Thus joyful and victoriously, +Glad and ever so gloriously, +High as the heavens, wide as the earth, +Swelleth the hymn of the Saviour's birth. + + + + +THE VOICE IN THE PINES. + +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE. + + +The morn is softly beautiful and still, + Its light, fair clouds in pencilled gold and gray +Pause motionless above the pine-grown hill, +Where the pines, tranced as by a wizard's will, + Uprise as mute and motionless as they! + +Yea! mute and moveless; not one flickering spray + Flashed into sunlight, nor a gaunt bough stirred; +Yet, if wooed hence beneath those pines to stray, +We catch a faint, thin murmur far away, + A bodiless voice, by grosser ears unheard. + +What voice is this? What low and solemn tone, + Which, though all wings of all the winds seemed furled, +Nor even the zephyr's fairy flute is blown, +Makes thus forever its mysterious moan + From out the whispering pine-tops' shadowy world? + +Ah! can it be the antique tales are true? + Doth some lone Dryad haunt the breezeless air, +Fronting yon bright immitigable blue, +And wildly breathing all her wild soul through + That strange unearthly music of despair? + +Or can it be that ages since, storm-tossed, + And driven far inland from the roaring lea, +Some baffled ocean-spirit, worn and lost, +Here, through dry summer's dearth and winter's frost, + Yearns for the sharp, sweet kisses of the sea? + +Whate'er the spell, I harken and am dumb, + Dream-touched, and musing in the tranquil morn; +All woodland sounds--the pheasant's gusty drum, +The mock-bird's fugue, the droning insect's hum-- + Scarce heard for that strange, sorrowful voice forlorn! + +Beneath the drowsed sense, from deep to deep + Of spiritual life its mournful minor flows, +Streamlike, with pensive tide, whose currents keep +Low murmuring 'twixt the bounds of grief and sleep, + Yet locked for aye for sleep's divine repose. + + + + +ASPECTS OF THE PINES. + +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE. + + +Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky + They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs, +Which stir the fadeless foliage dreamfully, + As if from realms of mystical despairs. + +Tall, sombre, grim, they stand with dusky gleams + Brightening to gold within the woodland's core, +Beneath the gracious noontide's tranquil beams-- + But the weird winds of morning sigh no more. + +A stillness, strange, divine, ineffable, + Broods round and o'er them in the wind's surcease, +And on each tinted copse and shimmering dell + Rests the mute rapture of deep-hearted peace. + +Last, sunset comes--the solemn joy and might + Borne from the West when cloudless day declines-- +Low, flutelike breezes sweep the waves of light, + And lifting dark green tresses of the pines, + +Till every lock is luminous--gently float, + Fraught with hale odors up the heavens afar +To faint when twilight on her virginal throat + Wears for a gem the tremulous vesper star. + +[Illustration: "Tall, sombre, grim, they stand with dusky gleam + Brightening to gold within the woodland's core."] + + + + +IN HARBOR. + +PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE. + + +I think it is over, over, + I think it is over at last, +Voices of foeman and lover, + The sweet and the bitter have passed-- +Life, like a tempest of ocean + Hath outblown its ultimate blast. +There's but a faint sobbing seaward +While the calm of the tide deepens leeward, +And behold! like the welcoming quiver +Of heart-pulses throbbed thro' the river, + Those lights in the harbor at last, + The heavenly harbor at last! + +I feel it is over! over! + For the winds and the waters surcease; +Ah! few were the days of the rover + That smiled in the beauty of peace! +And distant and dim was the omen + That hinted redress or release. +From the ravage of life, and its riot +What marvel I yearn for the quiet + Which bides in the harbor at last? +For the lights with their welcoming quiver +That through the sanctified river + Which girdles the harbor at last, + This heavenly harbor at last? + +I _know_ it is over, over, + I know it is over at last! +Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover, + For the stress of the voyage has passed-- +Life, like a tempest of ocean + Hath outbreathed its ultimate blast. +There's but a faint sobbing seaward, +While the calm of the tide deepens leeward; +And behold! like the welcoming quiver +Of heart-pulses throbbed thro' the river, + Those lights in the harbor at last, + The heavenly harbor at last! + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's Notes + +Spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation inconsistencies have been +retained from the original book. + +Page 10: This is a shortened version of Henry Timrod's poem, and the +four dots represent lines missing from the full version. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26542.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26542.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..030410760e8e47789c2e6525a7f21aaad6f8d03a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26542.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Louise Blyton and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +_On the Affinities of Leptarctus primus of Leidy._ + +By J. L. WORTMAN. + + + +_AUTHOR'S EDITION, extracted from_ + +BULLETIN OF THE AMERICAN MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY, + +VOL. VI, ARTICLE VIII, pp. 229-231. + + +_New York, July 30, 1894._ + + + + +Article VIII.--ON THE AFFINITIES OF LEPTARCTUS PRIMUS OF LEIDY. + +By J. L. Wortman. + + +Up to the present time but very little has been known of the existence +of the peculiarly American family Procyonidæ in any deposits older +than the very latest Quaternary. Leidy has described and figured[1] an +isolated last upper tooth, from the Loup Fork deposits of Nebraska, +under the name of _Leptarctus primus_, which has been referred to this +family. The Museum Expedition of last year into this region was +successful in obtaining additional material, which we provisionally +refer to Leidy's species. + + +=Leptarctus primus= _Leidy_. + +The specimen consists of the right ramus of the lower jaw, carrying +the third and fourth premolars and the canine. The condyle is broken +away, but the coronoid process and the angle are preserved. The +specimen is from a young individual in which the last premolar had +just cut the gum. The alveoli of all the other teeth are present and +in a good state of preservation. + +The dental formula is as follows: I._3, C._1, Pm._3, M._2. The +incisors are not preserved, but their alveoli indicate that they were +much crowded, the outside one being placed almost directly in front of +the canine, and the middle one pushed back considerably out of +position. This series is in marked contrast with that of the Raccoon, +in which the crowns of the incisors form almost a straight line across +the jaw, and the middle one is crowded backwards to a very slight +extent. The canine is peculiar and differs markedly from that of the +Raccoon. It is rather robust, very much recurved and grooved by a deep +vertical sulcus upon its antero-internal face. This sulcus is but +faintly indicated in the Raccoon. The postero-external face of the +crown is marked by a sharp ridge which becomes more prominent near the +apex. The first premolar is not preserved, but its alveolus indicates +that it was a single-rooted tooth, placed behind the canine after the +intervention of a very short diastema. The second premolar is +bifanged; its crown is composed of a principal cusp, to which is added +behind a small though very distinct second cusp. There is in addition +to these cusps a distinct basal cingulum, most prominent in the region +of the heel. The third premolar, like the second, is double rooted; +its crown moreover is made up of two cusps, the posterior being almost +as large as the principal one. These cusps do not stand in the line of +the long axis of the jaw, but are placed very obliquely to it. The +heel is not very prominent, but the basal cingulum is well developed, +both in front and behind. As compared with the Raccoon, the second +premolar is more complex in that it has two cusps instead of one. In +the third premolar the posterior cusp is much better developed, and +placed more obliquely than in the corresponding tooth of _Procyon_; +the heel is moreover not so broad. + +The first molar is not preserved, but judging from the size of its +roots it was decidedly the longest tooth of the series. The second +molar was likewise bifanged but much smaller; it was placed close +against the base of the coronoid. + +The whole jaw has, relatively, a greater depth than that of the +Raccoon, and is remarkably straight upon its lower border, whereas in +the recent genus it is considerably curved. The condyle is not +preserved, and the angle is somewhat damaged, but it was apparently +not so strongly inflected as in the Raccoon. The masseteric fossa is +deep and prominent, and the coronoid is high and broad. The inferior +dental canal is placed higher than it is in the Raccoon, being +slightly above the tooth line. The symphysis is relatively deeper and +more robust than in _Procyon_, and the chin is heavier and more +abruptly rounded. + +The jaw of _Leptarctus_ differs from that of _Cercoleptes_ in the +following characters: the coronoid is broader and of less vertical +extent; the condyle is not placed so high; the angle is elevated above +the lower border of the ramus, which is straight and not concave as it +is in _Cercoleptes_. In the depth of the symphysis and abrupt rounding +of the chin the two genera are similar. _Cercoleptes_, moreover, has a +moderately deep groove upon the antero-internal face of the canine, +but differs from that of _Leptarctus_ in having an external groove as +well. _Cercoleptes_ again resembles _Leptarctus_ in having only three +premolars in the lower jaw; the middle one, however, has only a single +cusp upon the crown, whereas _Leptarctus_ has two. + +As compared with _Bassaricyon_,[2] the jaw is more robust, shorter and +deeper, with a more prominent chin. The two genera differ again in the +number of premolars. + +Altogether, _Leptarctus_ appears to offer a number of transitional +characters between the more typical Procyonidæ and the aberrant +_Cercoleptes_. This is especially to be seen in the proportions of the +jaw, the reduction of the number of premolars, the reduction in size +of the last molar, as well as the depth of the mandibular symphysis. + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] Extinct Fauna of Dakota. + +[2] See J. A. Allen's paper, Proc. Phil. Acad., 1876, p. 21. + + + Transcriber's Note: + + "Quartenary" was amended to "Quaternary" in the first paragraph. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26551.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26551.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9cb3f5329c13ed9ac8cd4071f40b6940d7b4e169 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26551.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Richard Prairie and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + Government Documents + in + Small Libraries + + + Government Documents + in + Small Libraries + BY + CHARLES WELLS REEDER + + Reprinted from Report of Board of Library Commissioners of Ohio for the + year ending November 15, 1909. + + The Springfield Publishing Company, + State Printers. + Springfield, Ohio: + 1910. + + + + +Government Documents in Small Libraries + +_By CHARLES WELLS REEDER, +Assistant Reference Librarian, +Ohio State University._ + +[Substance of an address before a meeting of librarians held under the +auspices of the Library Organizer of the Ohio Library Commission, Ohio +State University, October 8, 1909.] + +The problem of government publications in the small libraries has been +discussed at much length by librarians, but it is still far from a +definite solution. In fact, there can be no general settlement of many +phases of this question, for each and every library must decide what +its own policy and attitude shall be toward this class of publications. + +It is generally admitted that some libraries ought to have all the +publications that are made for distribution, and therefore a system of +depository libraries is maintained by the government. The libraries +which are not favored with this privilege are compelled to make a +selection from the great number of documents and there is the essence +of the problem for discussion here. The question of what to get +involves the selection of certain publications which will be useful to +present patrons of the library and the acquisition of those for which a +demand can be created. For instance, if the library is located in a +rural section, there will be a big demand for publications relating to +agriculture, and a larger proportion of such documents will be secured +than for other subjects. If the students of the high school are +interested in debating present day questions, the publications of the +government relating to the existing political and economic conditions +will be in demand. In the final analysis, the librarian must feel the +pulse of the community, as it were, and secure the classes of +government material which correspond most nearly to the demand. At the +same time, by making use of bibliographies, of department lists of +publications and of the reference section in the Documents Office, the +demand for this class of literature can be materially increased and +documents secured which are not already in the library. + +The purpose of this discussion is to suggest a list of government +publications which will be of use in a small library. Before doing so, +the various methods of securing documents must be mentioned, as the way +will be indicated with each document serial in the following list. +First of all, there is the system of depository distribution which is +based on the act of January 12, 1895. The idea is to place in all +sections of the country complete collections of all public documents +which are printed and made for distribution. This privilege is granted +by law or through the request of senators and representatives. The +second way in which large numbers of documents are distributed is +through the congressional quota. This practice is a very old one, being +used for the first time in 1791. Each member of Congress is given a +quota of all documents published by that body, the number varying with +each document. These are distributed by the order of the congressmen +and are sent out under their franks. As a rule, the libraries will +receive very prompt and courteous attention from their representative +in Congress to any request made for publications. Thirdly, the +departments and bureaus have mailing lists including public officials, +institutions of various kinds and interested people. Usually a request +by a library to be placed upon such a list is granted; if not, a letter +to the congressman will bring the desired result. Finally, the +Superintendent of Documents is authorized to sell the government +publications at a price sufficient to cover the actual expense of +paper, press work and binding. The amount is always small because the +main costs of typesetting and stereotyping are eliminated from the +price. There are some publications which are secured by sale only, this +rule applying to libraries as well as to individuals. + +The list of publications which will be useful is as follows: The +_Farmers' Bulletins_ of the Department of Agriculture are brief popular +articles which give in simple, concise language the results of +investigations and experiments. They also outline methods for farm +procedure and offer instructions and suggestions for the practical +farmer. The annual edition of these bulletins is over six and one half +million copies. By law eighty per cent. of these are placed at the +disposal of the members of Congress, the remaining twenty per cent. +being in the hands of the Secretary of Agriculture. Libraries will be +placed on the mailing list, or single copies will be sent on +application to a senator, representative or delegate, or to the +secretary of the department. An _Index to Farmers' Bulletins 1-250_ was +issued as _Bulletin 8_ of the Division of Publications, Department of +Agriculture; _Circular No. 4_ of this Division is a _Farmers' Bulletin +Subject Index_, and contains a list of the subjects of the _Bulletins_ +arranged alphabetically. It is revised at frequent intervals. The +Library of Congress issues printed cards for the _Farmers' Bulletins_. + +The _Yearbook_ of the Department of Agriculture is virtually an annual +encyclopedia of popular, timely articles on special topics covering the +year's work of the Department and the year's progress in agriculture. +The law provides for an edition of 500,000 copies, but under the new +system of public printing, the actual number issued is 300,000. The +Department has 30,000 and the remainder is placed at the order of the +members of Congress. Applications to either source will be filled, but +requests had better be sent to the congressmen first. Two indexes to +the _Yearbook_ have been prepared: _Bulletin 7_, Division of +Publications covers the annual volumes for the period, 1894-1900, and +_Bulletin 9_ of the same Division, the years 1901-1905. Catalog cards +for all the articles can be secured from the Library of Congress. + +The Division of Publications, Department of Agriculture, issues +_Circular No. 2_, _Publications for Free Distribution_, which gives the +titles of such publications. They are sent free as long as the edition +lasts, application being made to the Secretary of Agriculture. +_Circular No. 3_ is _Publications for Sale_. These can be purchased +from the Superintendent of Documents, the remittances being sent by +postal money orders, express orders, New York draft, or in currency, +but never in stamps. There is also a _Monthly List of Publications_ +issued by the Department of Agriculture, which will be sent to any +library free. 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(cover)] + + + + +Our +Little Brown +House. + + + + +OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE; + +A Poem of West Point. + + +WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YEAR'S FESTIVAL AT THE CADETS' SABBATH-SCHOOL +OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH, + + +JANUARY 1, 1879, + + +AND READ ON THAT OCCASION BY +THE AUTHORESS, (M. L. S.) + + * * * * * + +NEW YORK: +PUBLISHED BY F. KALKHOFF, JR. + +1880. + + + + +Copyright, by MARIA L. STEWART, 1880. + +THE MOSS ENGRAVING CO., +Engravers and Printers, +NEW YORK. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +_These poems were prepared merely with the hope of interesting the +members of the Sabbath-School before whom they were read, and were not +intended for publication. At the urgent request of many friends, +however, I have been induced to present them to the public in their +present form._ + + _M. L. S._ + + + + +CONTENTS + +OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. +SUPPLEMENT. +GRAND CELEBRATION. + + +[Illustration: OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. +(Drawn by William Erwin.)] + + + + +OUR LITTLE BROWN HOUSE. + + +There's a little brown house just under the hill; +It's not by the river, nor yet by a rill; +It's not on the green-sward where the gay and proud meet, +But it stands on the corner of Bandbarrack's street. + +This time-honored veteran, in armor complete, +Has stood many winters the storm and the sleet-- +The early spring rains and the long summer heat, +The wear and the tear of a great many feet. + +It's a very small building, and plain in its way; +No high-toned paintings, not a thing that is gay; +It was built of the gun-house of Col Thayer fame, +During the years of the Delafield reign. + +Then came Captain B.--he thought it all wrong +That such a small house should hold such a throng; +So out went the walls, up went the roof, +And thus it was altered and made large enough. + +Then again it was altered, with the door to the south, +Which did very well in time of a drought; +Then Lieutenant G., he thought it to better-- +He changed it a little, but not to the letter. + +It was painted without and papered within; +The roof now is shingles, then it was tin. +Next came Colonel B., a thrifty man-- +He too had to lend a helping hand. + +So down went the stove and up went a heater, +A thing which, indeed, was very much neater. +Again it's been altered, just right, it's confess't, +For the door has gone back again into the west. + +[Illustration: PRESENTING "SPOONEY BUTTON." +(Sketched by Cadet Cameron. Class of '83.)] + +The east end's been paneled, and looks very good; +The door has been covered with a very nice hood; +And thus it's been altered again and again; +This time it was altered to keep off the rain. + +This little brown house, so dear to each heart, +So famous in history, so free from all art-- +Our hearts with emotion always will thrill +When we think of the chapel under the hill. + +But where are the loved ones we met here of yore? +Their forms and their faces we'll see nevermore; +Their loud, cheery laugh and swift-coming feet +No more in the Sabbath-school ever to greet. + +Some have launched out on the world's busy tide, +Some have got married, some have died, +Some on the frontier, wading through strife, +With the musketry's rattle and the wild scalper's knife. + +Some by the camp-fires, with their minds on the rack, +Eating salt pork with a little hard-tack, +Wading through snow or fording a river, +Or asleep on the ground without any cover. + +From the falls of Missouri, with its loud, maddening roar, +To the slopes of Pacific, an ever-green shore, +To the Atlantic Ocean, with a coast sand-bound, +There some of my boys are sure to be found. + +To the northward, to the westward, and fair, sunny south, +Like the dove with the olive-branch of peace in its mouth, +Thus they've gone forth their garlands to weave, +When they get through they'll return with the sheaves. + +Some on the Lone Star, quite at their ease, +Eating their rations, doing just as they please, +Basking in sunshine among the sweet flowers, +Whiling away the long, tedious hours. + +[Illustration: KOSCIUSZKO GARDEN.] + +From the St. Lawrence River to the Rio Grande, +From Puget's Sound to Maine's cold sand, +O'er the hilltops, through the valleys, never to lag, +Not a spot on this land but they've planted the flag. + + * * * * * + + The old village people--where are they, + That in the chapel met to pray? + The stalwart man and maiden mild, + The matron and the little child, + + The son and sire side by side, + As to the village church they hied-- + Some are gone and sweetly rest, + With their white hands folded on their breast. + + Under the violet and the rose, + The autumn leaves and winter snows, + On the banks of the Hudson there to sleep, + While the moon and stars their vigils keep. + + The man of God, with modest mien, + With faltering steps and looks serene, + As to the sacred desk they knelt + And poured forth what their spirits felt, + + Their hearts went up with pure desire, + While on the altar burned the fire; + A few still linger on the shore. + Veterans of a holy war. + +May this little brown house, of good constitution, +Built on the classic grounds of the old Revolution, +The Stars and the Stripes, the blue and cadet grey, +Be the last things to perish when time's passed away. + + + + +SUPPLEMENT. + +_Lines addressed to the Fourth Class of '78-'79._ + + +To the young gentlemen that are here with us now-- +To you and the rest I make my best bow. +Now listen, young men; take heed what I say; +Your time is coming, it's not far away. + +Be true to your trust and your old Alma Mater; +Lean firm on that arm, you'll need nothing better: +And to the young gentlemen of the Tenth Section, +Flee to the Fourth--in it there's protection. + +Perhaps that will do, but the Ninth, I am told, +Will send the young gentlemen out in the cold. +There are three honest men of old cadet fame-- +Phil, Math and Chem, I think is their name. + +[Illustration: FLIRTATION PATH. +(Photographed by G. W. Pack.)] + +These three honest fellows are all very bold, +And are sure to kick somebody out of the fold; +Then off goes the trimmings, and away goes the grey, +And then you are told to get out of the way. + +Then you'll think of Flirtation and old Gee's rock, +And the place where you sat with your Sweet Four O'clock; +Then you'll think of the taffy made over the gas, +Of the butter and sugar you hived from the mess. + +Now when to the blackboard for trial you stand, +Keep steady, be ready, your chalk in your hand. +Don't think of failing; stand well on your ground; +Don't let it be said--a man has been found. + + * * * * * + +This poem is respectfully dedicated to the Corps of Cadets, by + + THEIR MATERNAL FRIEND. + + +[Illustration: THE BARRACKS. +(Photographed by G. W. Pack.)] + + + + +GRAND CELEBRATION. + +_With Pyrotechnic Lights, at the Military Academy, by Santa Claus, +12 o'clock, 1880._ + + +Hark! what's that that bursts on the midnight air? +"The Cadets are loose," said a lady fair. +"Cadets loose?" echoed her puzzled spouse, +As he rose in haste and donned his clothes. + +From "Siege Gun Battery" came a roar +That echoed back from shore to shore, +Rumbling along under old Cro' Nest, +And sunk in the far-off hills to rest. + +Just at this juncture came pouring forth +From every window in the north +Of the Barrack building grim and gray, +And chased the moonbeams out of the way, + +The grandest sight that ever was seen, +Or ever will be again, I ween,-- +Rockets, Roman Candles and Blue Lights clear, +To welcome in the glad New Year. + +With the booming of cannon and grand "fish-horn" +Eighteen hundred and eighty was born; +This fine little fellow was ushered in +With rocket's roar and fish-horn's din. + +What means this noise and running around, +Looking for something that's not to be found? +For every door was relieved of its handle +By some friend, of course, surely not by a vandal, + +To keep intruders who were stalking around +From wakening the boys who were sleeping so sound, +Dreaming of fish-horns and other such things +That Santa Claus always to the children brings. + +[Illustration: THE COLOR GUARD. +(By Cadet Cameron, Class of '83.)] + +Just at this moment came a loud crash-- +A window is broken in with a smash, +And a voice calls out, "Bring me an axe!" +And on his near neighbor he levied the tax. + +I'll let him see, thought the neighbor, who'll lift the latch, +As he handed him out the innocent match; +The reason was this, St. Nick had been busy an hour or more, +And that was the reason he'd fastened the door. + +'Tis the midnight hour; the Long Roll has beat, +And brought every boy in a jiff to his feet, +In the area of the Barracks, on the cold, damp ground, +And not a delinquent is to be found, + +Except the little fellow who was locked in his room +By some naughty boy, and of course could not come. +From the hall-ways came running, all loose to be sure, +Every boy, in a hurry his place to secure, + +And there on the cold ground, in the night air to stand, +While the searchers were looking for things contraband. +In a room two Rockets were picked up by a scout, +That Santa Claus dropped as he made his way out. + +While up in the cockloft, so cosy and snug, +Lay the old brass cannon, like a "bug in a rug," +Where Santa Claus left it to be raised up higher, +And then, after all, the old thing hung fire. + +What can be the matter? what's all this about? +That every boy from his bed is turned out +In the night air to shiver and freeze, +With nought on his feet but his old Reveilles? + +There to wait for a long half hour +Still as the bell in the old clock tower; +The scouts and the searchers have all done their best, +And the boys are allowed to return to their rest, + +[Illustration: MAKING TAFFY AFTER TAPS. +(Sketched by Cadet Hall, Class of '83.)] + +And all tumble into their little cot beds, +While visions of "Calling Day" float through their heads, +Sleeping and snoring like other good boys, +For Santa Claus had filled all their stockings with toys. + +But lo! from the roof comes a thundering noise, +Loud enough to waken all of the boys; +That old brass cannon had crept out of its lair, +In the Grand Celebration determined to share. + +From the roof of the Barracks dark and gray +The old brass cannon blazed away, +Waking the neighbors far and near, +To let them know there was nothing to fear; + +For old St. Nick had done his work, +And into his sleigh had skipped with a jerk; +And calling by name each tiny reindeer, +As he rode out of sight he cried "Happy New Year." + + * * * * * + +Dedicated to all the "Boys" who took part in the "Grand Celebration," by + + SANTA CLAUS. + + + + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Minor typographical errors have been corrected. Added Contents. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26650.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26650.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3564054516988c70bed613990fd78951866babb9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26650.txt @@ -0,0 +1,339 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + [Illustration] + + + THE + DUCKS + AND + THE + FROGS + + BY + FF + + BOSTON + JOSEPH.H.FRANCIS + MDCCCXLIX. + + [Illustration] + + THE + + DUCKS & THE FROGS, + + A TALE + + OF THE BOGS. + + BY + + FANNY FIRE-FLY + + + + + THE + + DUCKS AND THE FROGS, + + A + + TALE OF THE BOGS. + + BY FANNY FIRE-FLY. + + With Engravings by Hartwell, from Designs by Billings. + + BOSTON: JOSEPH H. FRANCIS. + + M DCCC XLIX. + + + Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, by ALONZO + HARTWELL, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the + District of Massachusetts. + + WHITE & POTTER, Printers, + + J. W. WILCOX, Electrotyper + + A. HARTWELL, + WOOD ENGRAVER. + Littleton, Mass. + + + + + [Illustration] + + THE DUCKS AND THE FROGS + + + It chanced upon a certain day, + When cheerful Summer, bright and gay, + Had brought once more her gift of flowers, + To dress anew her pleasant bowers; + When birds and insects on the wing + Made all the air with music ring; + When sunshine smiled on dell and knoll, + Two Ducks set forth to take a stroll. + 'Twas morning; and each grassy bank + Of cooling dew had deeply drank-- + Each fair young flower was holding up + Its sweet and freshly painted cup, + Filled with bright dew drops, every one; + Gay, sparkling treasures for the sun, + Who bears them lightly to the sky, + Holds them as vapor far on high, + Till with his rays in dazzling tints, + The rainbow on the cloud he paints. + But our two Ducks we'll not forget, + They were not troubled by the wet; + They rambled on, and soon they took + The path that led them to a brook, + + [Illustration] + + Whose sparkling waters danced along, + With a gushing, rushing, rippling song. + The ramblers, when they reached the brink, + Stepped down to bathe, and take a drink. + They loved to frolic, dive and dash + Beneath the water with a splash. + They washed and smoothed each glossy feather, + Then said, "let's have a swim together!" + As moving gracefully, they went, + They heard loud tones of sad lament. + They listened, and did sharply look + For cause of woe in that sweet brook; + And soon espied beneath some bushes, + Among the reeds and tall, green rushes, + A company of long-faced Frogs, + A delegation from the bogs; + Sitting with their up-turned faces, + In attitudes to please the Graces, + Around a stone, on which was speaking + A member of this grave marsh meeting. + The Ducks were pleased; they knew them all, + For very often they did call + At that sweet brook, to hear them sing; + They thought their music quite the thing. + "And now," said they, "we will draw near," + For much they wished to see and hear + What was this fuss and noise about, + So joined the party to find out. + The Frogs received them with a smirk, + And gave their hands with nervous jerk. + Bowing and smiling in return, + The Ducks prepared themselves to learn + + [Illustration] + + From what the Orator might say, + The cause of all their friends' dismay. + Now the chief speaker in this scene, + Dressed in a suit of bottle green, + Folding his arms across his breast, + Again the meeting thus addressed: + "My friends," said he, "I'm rather hoarse, + And must be brief in my discourse; + But as these Ducks have joined our band, + I wish to have them understand + We have not come to this fair spot, + To break the peace or hatch a plot; + But we have met to form a plan + To waken in the heart of man, + Pity for our sad condition. + We would present a grave petition, + Beseeching of the men who rule, + That we, lone dwellers of the pool, + May be permitted to reside + In safety, with our scanty tribe. + We humbly say there's no occasion, + To send an army of invasion + Into our loved and quiet bogs, + To murder happy, harmless Frogs. + Take our own dear sons and daughters, + Drag them from their winter quarters, + Then, when no heart with pity melts, + To cut them up as food for smelts! + Think what a very shocking fate, + Caught and killed, and used as bait, + To take those harmless little fishes + To multiply man's dainty dishes." + Now, as the Frog this sentence spoke, + _Each brother gave a solemn croak._ + The gentleman in bottle-green + Was quite exhausted by his theme; + He paused a moment, wiped his brow; + Then said, "I think you will allow + We've been a persecuted race, + Since first on earth we had a place. + There is, I'm told, a land called France, + Where all the people sing and dance-- + And they acquire their easy grace + By living on our helpless race; + And though I say it with a sigh, + 'Tis this that makes them all so spry." + Puffing for breath, the speaker stopped + And quickly from the stone he hopped. + The Ducks, while listening to this tale, + Had felt their very hearts turn pale. + At length, the largest of the two, + A handsome Drake, in green and blue, + Arose, and opening wide his beak, + _Bowed, coughed_, and then began to speak. + "Neighbors, I'm not a coward bird-- + But the sad story I have heard, + Would cause the boldest one to quake, + And makes my every feather shake. + I like the plan that you propose, + To write a list of these your woes, + And ask for mercy from these men; + But have it done by some smart pen; + If stated by some able writer, + I think your fortunes may be brighter." + + [Illustration] + + Just at this moment, up there sprung + A Frog quite pert, for one so young; + Said he, "I vote for emigration, + 'Twill save us all this botheration!" + Our proud Drake turned, in great surprise, + While grave rebuke flashed from his eyes. + Said he, "it makes my blood run cold, + To see young folks so smart and bold. + There's not a Duckling of my brood, + That would presume to be thus rude; + Young sir, I will a lesson give, + That may be useful while you live: + Wait till your counsel others seek, + And then think twice before you speak! + For you, the elders of this tribe, + I hope you here will still reside. + In every pleasant brook and marsh, + You'll meet with cares and trials harsh; + If you'll but try to be contented, + Much that's wrong will be prevented. + My lady Duck and I 'tis plain, + Are wiser than when here we came. + We thought our lot was very hard, + When shut within the poultry yard; + Although 'tis large, and well supplied + With water, and all else beside + For happiness and comfort too, + Yet much we wished for something new. + Our wings are clipped, we cannot fly, + And this too costs us many a sigh. + We seldom pass our owner's gate, + He keeps his poultry rather straight. + We should not have been out to-day, + But Duck and I just ran away; + And as we came to bathe this morn, + Fretful we felt, and quite forlorn; + We thought our lot in life so sad, + And all our troubles quite too bad. + Could we have got our brood away, + We had quit town this very day. + As gloomily we stepped along, + The air was filled with many a song + From happy creatures, gay and bright, + Rejoicing in the morning light. + The dew, o'er flowers and trees was flung, + Like diamonds pure, in drops it hung; + All nature seemed reproaching us, + For making all this dismal fuss. + But we grew calmer as we walked, + Of all these cheering things we talked. + And hearing all your griefs and sighs, + Much better feelings did arise. + For let me tell you, friends and brothers, + Listening to the woes of others, + And pitying their deep distress, + Will ever make our own seem less. + Then Patience whispers, (pray regard her,) + Your lot though hard, might still be harder. + Now, gossips, I am tired of speaking, + Our Ducklings too we must be seeking; + Although it makes our heart-strings quiver, + To see yon bright and pleasant river; + And hearing its cool waters splashing, + We long beneath them to be dashing. + Yet we must close this visitation, + And without farther hesitation, + Resist our very strong desire, + And cheerful to our homes retire. + Our kindest wishes rest with you, + So, now good friends, we'll bid adieu." + The Ducks then smoothed each ruffled feather, + And gracefully walked off together. + The Frogs with courtesy arose, + And stretched themselves high on their toes; + And so far conquered all their fears, + They gave their friends three parting cheers! + Then as they sank upon the grass, + This resolution they did pass: + "Here, now, before we separate, + We pledge ourselves, to bear our fate + With patience; and if ill betide, + We'll try to find some brighter side. + Our homes with cheerful tones shall ring, + And over every care _we'll spring_." + They stopped; each folded his green dress + About him with much cheerfulness; + Shook hands all round, and said "good day," + Then merrily they _hopped away_. + + [Illustration] + + When these bright people all were gone, + And I sat musing quite alone, + Out of this their simple preaching, + Came the lesson they'd been teaching. + Each little reader too can see + What seems so very clear to me. + + * * * * * + + 'Tis this: that dark-browed Discontent + Must from our hearts be quickly sent; + Whate'er may be our daily lot, + Think all is well, and grumble not; + A generous pity feel for all, + And charity for great and small. + One other hint we also find, + That children all should bear in mind, + Treat aged people--strangers too, + With reverence; it is their due. + Take warning from that Frog so young, + And keep a bridle on the tongue! + These teachings seem so very plain, + We hope they are not given in vain. + + [Illustration: THE END.] + + [Illustration: BOSTON JOSEPH. H. FRANCIS MDCCCXLIX.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26660.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26660.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb086ef99c439a8ffd77441065af501619f03376 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26660.txt @@ -0,0 +1,209 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Jana Srna and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + [ Transcriber's Note: + This e-book only contains the front matter of Tolstoy's Plays + (Complete Edition). The individual plays have been posted as + separate Project Gutenberg e-books; they are linked to from this + book's HTML version. For reference, here is a list of their + e-book numbers: + + 26661: The Power of Darkness + 26662: The First Distiller + 26663: Fruits of Culture + 26664: The Live Corpse + 26665: The Cause of it All + 26666: The Light Shines in Darkness + ] + + + + + From LEO TOLSTOY concerning the translation of + his works by LOUISE and AYLMER MAUDE:-- + + "Better translators, both for knowledge of the + two languages and for penetration into the very + meaning of the matter translated, could not be + invented." + + + + + [Illustration: Leo Tolstoy.] + + + + + LEO TOLSTOY + + PLAYS + + Translated by + + LOUISE AND AYLMER MAUDE + + COMPLETE EDITION + INCLUDING THE POSTHUMOUS + PLAYS + + FOURTH IMPRESSION + + NEW YORK + FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY + 1919 + + + + + LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + + + LEO TOLSTOY (Photogravure Portrait) Frontispiece + + MATRYONA GIVES ANISYA THE POWDERS Facing page 12 + + I'M NOT ASHAMED OF MY PARENT " " 51 + + HER BOX IS FULL AS IT IS " " 53 + + YOU TELL ME NOT TO FEAR MEN? " " 91 + + WELL, DEAR, AND WHAT PROGRESSION IS OUR BUSINESS MAKING? " " 174 + + THERE, YOU SEE! YOU ARE BEING MADE A FOOL OF " " 223 + + + + + CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + PREFACE ix + + + Plays published during Tolstoy's life + + THE POWER OF DARKNESS (1886) 3 + + THE FIRST DISTILLER (1886) 97 + + FRUITS OF CULTURE (1889) 125 + + + Posthumous Plays + + THE LIVE CORPSE 229 + + THE CAUSE OF IT ALL 303 + + THE LIGHT SHINES IN DARKNESS 321 + + + + +PREFACE + + +_The Power of Darkness_, Tolstoy's first and greatest play, was not +written until he was fifty-eight years of age, and it was not allowed to +be performed in Russia till some years later. Both there and elsewhere +abroad it was highly successful on the stage, as was also the comedy, +_Fruits of Culture_, which he wrote three years later, to be performed +by his own family and their friends. + +The only other play published during his lifetime, _The First Distiller_, +is a very slight piece of no particular dramatic importance. It was +written in the cause of temperance. + +Besides these, he left three other plays finished, or nearly finished, +when he died. + +_The Live Corpse_ (which in English has also been called _The Man who +was Dead_) is the one best adapted for the stage. _The Cause of it All_ +is, like _The First Distiller_, a short and unimportant piece dealing +with the effects of drink. The most interesting, not dramatically but +psychologically, of the three is _The Light Shines in Darkness_, which +was left in an unfinished state. In it Tolstoy presents his own case, +and deals with the contradiction that existed and has so often been +commented on, between practice and theory in his own life and teaching. + +For the purpose of the play he greatly simplified his own highly complex +personality, and, though many of the details and characters are drawn +from life with extraordinary exactitude, the picture presented is not +one which all the people concerned are disposed to regard as quite fair +to themselves. + +The play presents the terrible clash which resulted from the calls +Tolstoy made on himself and on others to abandon all customary ways of +life and to start afresh in a new direction. In his own case he was +never allowed to test the effects of a life of extreme poverty and +manual labour, such as he advocated; nor did those of his followers who +adopted such a life achieve much success therein. Tolstoy's artistic +sincerity is indeed shown by the fact that, despite his spiritual +fervour and his profound conviction that he had really found the road to +salvation for mankind, he has not, in this play, minimised the failure +of his efforts to carry convictions to those about him, or to achieve +any other success than that of obtaining an inward assurance that he was +fulfilling the will of God. This assurance would, no doubt, have been +more fully indicated in the last act, had he lived to complete it. + +Tolstoy was well aware of the advantages a play possesses over a novel +as a means of propaganda, and but for the existence of the Censorship he +would have written more for the stage. When asked, in 1892, whether he +would write any more plays, he replied: "I would do so with great +pleasure, and I even feel a special need to express myself in that way; +but I feel certain the Censor would not pass my plays. You would not +believe how, from the very commencement of my activity, that horrible +Censor question has tormented me! I wanted to write what I felt; but at +the same time I felt that what I wrote would not be permitted; and +involuntarily I abandoned the work. I abandoned, and went on abandoning, +and meanwhile the years passed away." + + * * * * * + +There is one other matter of some importance on which I must here say a +word. + +No accepted standard of transliteration for Russian names into English +has hitherto existed. Each writer has been a law unto himself. Now, at +last, the Liverpool School of Russian Studies has prepared and privately +circulated a scheme, which deserves to be, and is likely to be, generally +adopted. It differs in some particulars from the plan I have followed +heretofore; but the advantage to Anglo-Russian literature of the general +adoption of a uniform and authoritative rule will be so great that I +hasten to put myself in accord with the Liverpool scheme, without even +waiting for it to be publicly promulgated. + +The result of so doing however is that in the three earlier plays now +reprinted from stereotype plates the transliteration does not quite +coincide with the plan adopted in the three freshly translated plays. +For this discrepancy I must ask the readers' kind indulgence. + + AYLMER MAUDE. + + + + + Printed in Great Britain by + T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty + at the University Press, Edinburgh + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26684.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26684.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1969bc3c9f307ef54bae2ed386921d6d68432c2e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26684.txt @@ -0,0 +1,317 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Stephen Blundell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + PIRACY + + OFF THE FLORIDA COAST + AND ELSEWHERE + + + BY + SAMUEL A. GREEN + + + CAMBRIDGE + JOHN WILSON AND SON + University Press + 1911 + + + + + FROM THE + PROCEEDINGS OF THE MASSACHUSETTS HISTORICAL SOCIETY + FOR FEBRUARY, 1911. + + + + +PIRACY OFF THE FLORIDA COAST AND ELSEWHERE + +At a stated meeting of the MASSACHUSETTS HISTORICAL SOCIETY, held in +Boston on Thursday, February 9, 1911, Dr. SAMUEL A. GREEN presented the +following paper:-- + + +Few persons of the present day are aware how extensively piracy +prevailed two centuries ago. There was no part of the high seas that was +free from the depredation of roving robbers. At times they threatened +towns on the coast, and at others they attacked ships on mid-ocean; and +they seem to have followed their lawless pursuits at will. When caught, +there was little delay in bringing them to trial and securing a +conviction; and trivial technicality in forms played no part in reaching +results. At times there were multiple executions, and in the community +there was no morbid sentimentality shown for the miserable wretches. Not +the least of their torture was sitting in the meeting-house on the +Sunday before execution and listening to their own funeral sermons, when +the minister told them what they might expect in the next world if they +got their just dues. On June 30, 1704, six poor victims were hung, on +the Boston side of the Charles River bank, for piracy and murder; and +there was a great crowd to witness the tragedy. Among the spectators on +this occasion was Chief-Justice Sewall, one of the judges of the +Admiralty Court which had convicted the pirates, who did not think it +beneath his dignity to be present. It was then considered a public duty +to invest the scene of execution with as much awe as possible, and it +was thought that official station would emphasize this feeling. + +The following extract from "The Boston News-Letter," August 21, 1721, +shows how in early times piratical craft, heavily manned and carrying +many guns, sailed the high seas and pursued their unlawful calling. The +vessel was taken somewhere in the Sargasso Sea, off the coast of Africa. + + These are to Certifie all Persons concerned that on the 7th Day of + May last, William Russel, Master of the Ship Mary of Charlstown, in + his Voyage from Madera to Surranam in the Lat. 22 Deg. and 27 N. and + Long. 25 and 27 W. from London was taken by a Pirate Ship upwards of + 50 Guns, Commanded by Capt. Roberts, about 300 Men, who robb'd him + of part of his Cargo, and Forced away from him two of his Men, + against his and their own consent, viz. Thomas Russel born in + Lexintown near Charlstown and the other Thomas Winchol born in + Portsmouth, New-Hampshire in New England. + +I have been led to make these introductory remarks on account of a +manuscript recently given to the Library by Mrs. William B. Rogers, +eldest daughter and sole surviving child of Mr. James Savage, who was +for more than sixty years a member of this Society and for fourteen +years its President. It consists of an extract from a letter written by +her uncle William Savage to her father, dated at Havana, December 31, +1818, giving an account of the capture by pirates of the ship _Emma +Sophia_, off the Florida coast, of which vessel he was supercargo. Since +the receipt of the paper from Mrs. Rogers I have found in the "Boston +Daily Advertiser," February 3, 1819, a fuller version of the letter; and +for that reason I here follow the copy as given in the newspaper. +Anything that relates to Mr. Savage or his family will always be in +order at these meetings. At the unveiling of his bust in this room, on +April 12, 1906, Mr. Adams, the President, said that "with the single +exception of Mr. Winthrop no member of the Society since its beginning +has left upon it so deep and individual an impression" as Mr. Savage +has. + +The account appears on the second page of the Advertiser, under the +heading of "Marine Journal," as follows:-- + + MEMORANDA. + + [->]The vessel mentioned in yesterday's paper, as having been + plundered off Florida, is the Hamburgh ship _Emma Sophia_, Capt. + Frahm--the supercargo is Mr. William Savage, of this town. It is + stated in the Charleston papers that she is insured at Lloyd's. + + We have been favoured with the following extract, giving further + particulars: + + _Extract of a letter from a gentleman of this town, supercargo of + the ship Emma Sophia, dated Havana, 31st Dec. 1818._ + + On Saturday 19th inst. between the Bahama Bank and Key Sal Bank we + were boarded and taken possession of by a small schr. of about 30 + tons, having one gun mounted on a pivot and 30 men. She manned us + with twelve men, Spaniards, French, Germans and Americans, and + carried us towards the Florida coast. Being arrived on the coast + nearly opposite to Havana, the privateer went in shore to + reconnoitre, and our ship lay off and on. Next morning she returned + with two small vessels, a schooner and sloop. We then all four + steered over the reef towards the small islands, and on Tuesday + afternoon were brought to anchor in a little harbour formed by the + Florida isles and the Martyr's Reef, as snug a hole as buccaniers + would wish. They had seen no papers, but those of the ship and the + Manifest, but the latter was enough, and they asked not for invoices + or bills of lading. As soon as we anchored, they threw off our + boats, took off the hatches and began to plunder the cargo. They + loaded their two small vessels and another that came in next + morning, besides taking our valuables on board the privateer. Having + filled their vessels with linens and nankins, we had still many + left, for our ship was full when we sailed from Hamburgh. Till + Wednesday noon, our cabin had been respected, but then they came + below and took packages of laces, gold watches from the trunks and + other valuable goods. Every man had a knife about a foot long, which + they brandished, swearing they would have money or something more + valuable, that was concealed, or they would kill every soul of us, + and they particularly threatened me. I appealed to their captain, + told him I was in fear of my life, and went with him on board his + privateer. He said he had no command, the crew would do as they + pleased, that I need entertain no fear of my life, but had better + tell at once if any thing was concealed. I told him there was not. + After my return to the ship towards night, the pirates left us for + the first time, and we hoped they had done with us. But next morning + another sch'r and sloop appeared in the offing, and the privateer + and one of the loaded sloops went out to meet them. They all + returned together, the privateer anchored, and a boat's crew came + towards us. I attempted to go on board the privateer to see her + captain, but was ordered back. When they came on board, they said + they had come to find where the gold &c. was, and that if we would + not tell, they would hang every man of us and burn the ship. Davis, + the spokesman, drew his knife and swore, that every man should die, + unless he found the money, and first he would hang the supercargo. + He called for a rope, which he had brought on board, fitted with a + hangman's noose, sent a man up to the mizen yard and rove it and + brought the noose down--and one man held it, and another stood ready + to hoist. Now, said Davis, tell me where is the money, where are + your diamonds, or I will hang you this minute. In vain I repeated I + had nothing more but my watch, which I offered and he refused.--Once + more, said he, will you tell? I have nothing to tell, said I. On + with the rope, said the villain, and hoist away. The fellow with the + noose came towards me, and I sprang overboard. They took me up, + after some time, apparently insensible. They took off all my + cloaths, and laid me on my back on deck, naked as I was born, except + having a blanket thrown over me. Here I laid five hours without + moving hand or foot. Meanwhile they robbed us of every thing of the + least value. Against me they seemed to have a particular spite, + stealing even the ring from my finger, and all my cloaths from my + trunks which they sent on board the privateer. + + At night they left us, but returned once or twice, for a few + minutes, to see how I was. That night the privateer, with two or + three of her convoy went to sea, and next morning, Christmas day, we + got under way.--Having taken good notice of the courses steered in + coming in, and keeping the lead constantly going, we found our way + out to _blue water_ without much difficulty, and next morning, 26th, + arrived without further accident at Havana. + + The privateer was, I think, fitted out from this island. The Captain + is a Spaniard, a short man with a remarkable good face, that nobody + would suspect to belong to such a gang. The Lieutenant is a + Frenchman, a creole of St. Domingo, but called himself an Italian. + The man they called Davis, who ordered me to be hanged, is the pilot + or sailing master, and their boarding officer. He is an American, + belongs to New-York, and was the worst man on board. He is a + good looking fellow, something perhaps over the middle size, but the + most brutal rascal I ever met. There was another American on board, + only a common hand, being a drunkard.--Two negroes are all the + residue of the gentlemen with whom I had much acquaintance. + + The goods taken from us were upwards of fifty thousand dollars + worth, and I have no doubt are landed on the coast of this Island. + The neighborhood of Cuba will be troubled waters until our + government shall seriously determine to put down this system of + piracy. + +Akin to this subject it may be proper to record an incident which many +years ago concerned myself, and might have been tragical in its result. +In the month of February, 1854, it fell to my lot to sail out of Boston +harbor for Malta, aboard the bark _Sylph_, of Liverpool, Nova Scotia. At +that period vessels sailing under the English flag were known in this +country as _lime-juicers_, so called because in the British navy the +consumption of lime or lemon juice was enforced as an anti-scorbutic +remedy. The only other passenger beside myself was Gen. William A. +Aiken, now of Norwich, Connecticut. The vessel was in command of Captain +Roberts, of Liverpool; and the first officer was Mr. Hicks, and the +second officer, Mr. Wharton. According to my recollection there were +eight in the forecastle, which number, together with the cook and +steward, made up a complement of fourteen persons, all told, aboard the +bark. The cook and steward were represented by a single person of +African descent, who prided himself both on his hair and his cooking, as +well as on his brotherly kinship to the self-styled rival of Jenny Lind, +who was then called the "Black Swan" (Elizabeth Taylor Greenfield), a +singer, well-known in her day. His hair deserves a word of special note, +as it was sometimes closely associated with his cooking, inasmuch as its +elaborate dressing was done before a glass hanging just beside a stove +in the cook's galley. He generally kept his long wool tightly furled in +numerous curling papers that stood out from his head like spikes. On +great occasions, such as Sundays and wonderful deliverances from storms, +he used to unfurl his kinky locks which seemed ample enough then to fill +a bushel basket. + +After a delay of a week or ten days in the harbor, owing to head winds +or inclement weather we set sail; and I remember well that the pilot, +Fowler by name, as he was about to leave the vessel, throwing his leg +over the bulwarks, said in his gruff voice to our skipper, "I will give +you twenty-eight days to the Straits." + +There is little to write about the trip on the Atlantic side of the +voyage more than it was very monotonous, so much so that both Aiken and +myself for some slight relief used occasionally to help the captain +"take the sun" at noon, and in this way we both became more or less +expert in navigation. It was also interesting to watch the sailors in +their various duties and pleasures; and from them we learned to splice +ropes and to tie fancy knots. We learned, too, the words of command in +proper sequence, as given by the captain, when he ordered the men to +tack ship or to wear ship, all which was of great interest to us. +Occasionally in good weather we used to take our trick at the wheel in +order to break the monotony of the voyage. Sometimes we would catch a +porpoise, of which the liver would give us a taste of fresh meat and +remind us of home. Off Cape Trafalgar we sailed over the waters which +floated the English fleet when Nelson fought his famous fight. I +recollect the first glimpse we had of Cape Spartel, a point of land in +the northwest corner of the African continent, overlooking the Straits, +which we made early in the morning of March 16, my birthday. With a +head-wind it took two days to beat into the Mediterranean, where we had +many calms and much bad weather. At one time we came near being wrecked +in a gale off Cape de Gato on the southern coast of Spain, but generally +we were cruising along the north coast of Africa, within a few leagues +of land, as our sailing course was dependent upon the wind. At times we +could see buildings and villages on the shore, and then would sink them +behind as we sailed away. + +The incident to which I have already alluded, occurred in the latter +part of March, off Cape Tres Forcas on the Barbary Coast. One afternoon, +as we were sailing along at low speed with little wind, two or three +leagues from land, we spied two lateen-rigged feluccas, apparently +following us, which at first sight attracted but little attention. +Captain Roberts soon became suspicious of their movements and watched +them closely, as they were gaining on us. We were going hardly more than +two or three knots an hour, having little more than steering way, but +they spreading much sail were faster. The captain soon gave orders to +have an inventory taken of the firearms on board that could be used in +case of need, but these were found to be few in number and in poor +condition. The cook was ordered to heat as much boiling water as his +small galley would allow, to be ready to repel any attempt to board the +vessel. There was great excitement on the bark, and we fully expected to +be attacked, but fortunately for us + + The shades of night were falling fast, + +and soon the sun went down. We then changed our course a point or two +and threw a sail over the binnacle light so that the suspected pirates +could not follow us; and thus we escaped what might have been a tragedy. + +After our arrival at Malta we learned that three vessels had been taken +by the Riff pirates, as they were called, near the time when we were +threatened, and near the same point of land. Without doubt the captors +belonged to the same crew as those that followed us. We were on the +Mediterranean Sea at the time when the Crimean War broke out, England +having declared war on March 28. This new condition of public affairs +caused great confusion in the movement of steamers and in transportation +generally, as steamships were much needed for military purposes; on +which account my stay at Malta was somewhat prolonged. During this time +I saw a good deal of the American consul, Mr. William Winthrop, who was +a kinsman of our former President, Mr. Winthrop, and at a later period a +Corresponding Member of this Society. At the regular monthly meeting +held on November 8, 1882, Mr. Robert C. Winthrop, Jr., paid a handsome +tribute to the consul, on the occasion of the Society's receiving a +liberal bequest from him. He ended his remarks by saying of him: "He +took a pride, however, in being a Corresponding Member,--the only one in +nearly a century who, so far as I am aware, ever left the Society a +dollar, and I much fear that, in this respect, he is likely long to +remain unique." + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + + Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Variant + spellings have been retained, in addition to spelling errors in + quoted text. [->] has been used to represent a right-pointing index. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26787.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26787.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..17f41f0bb937d27cdc78adc87e2fb73f7ef34f86 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26787.txt @@ -0,0 +1,537 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + ALF THE FREEBOOTER + LITTLE DANNEVED AND + SWAYNE TROST + + AND OTHER BALLADS + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +SIR ALF THE FREEBOOTER +_Song the First_ + + +Sir Alf he is an Atheling, +Both at Stevn and at Ting. {5} + _Know ye little Alf_? + +Alf he builds a vessel stout, +For he will rove and sail about. + +Alf he builds a vessel high, +The trade of pirate he will try. + +He draws on the sand a circle mark, +And with a bound he gained the bark. + +Upon the prow Alf foremost stood, +And Copenhagen’s koggers view’d. + +O’er the wide sea he flung a look, +He knew the course the vessels took. + +“There koggers nine salute mine eyes, +All, all they bear shall be my prize.” + +Alone into a boat he goes, +And briskly to the koggers rows. + +“Well met, ye Courtmen, clad in mail +Unto what haven do ye sail?” + +“Unto that haven we are bound, +Where Alf is likeliest to be found.” + +“What will ye on the man bestow +Who unto ye Sir Alf can show?” + +“Silver and gold to him we’ll give, +All he can wish for shall he receive. + +Presents of worth he shall not miss, +The robber’s vessel shall be his.” + +“And what shall be the pirates’ lot, +If Alf the pirate escape you not?” + +“His mariners we’ll hew and slay, +Himself we will in irons lay.” + +“Ha! little Alf ye here may see, +Slight victory ye shall win from me!” + +“Up, up and board, my gallant crew, +Cable and rope asunder hew!” + +Till he was weary Alf he hew’d, +In fifteen Courtmen’s gore he stood. + +He captured all the koggers nine, +And sailed for Norway o’er the brine. + +To Rostock in the tiding goes, +Then palened many a cheek of rose. + +Widow and child lamented sore, +This hurtful hawk had made them poor. + +But they must thole this damage all, +Their tears but bootless, bootless fall. + _Know ye little Alf_? + + + + +SIR ALF THE FREEBOOTER +_Song the Second_ + + +Sir Alf will not stay in Norroway land, + For he passes his time there wearily; +Full fifteen lordships in fief he holds, + He can live thereout right merrily. + +Sir Alf he walks on the verdant wold, + Conning his breviary; +There meets him Bendit Rimaardson, + For God of his sins was weary. + +“Good morrow, good day, thou little Sir Alf, + Thou art a valiant noble, +But if thou become the King’s prisoner to-day, + The land will know less trouble.” + +“I am not the little Sir Alf, + I vow by the holy Mary; +I am but a little mass-boy, Sir, + To the priest the wine I carry!” + +Bendit lifted his high, high hat, + And upon his visage staring, +Said: “Thou art the little Norwegian Alf, + If mine eyes are the truth declaring. + +“Thou wast a school boy along with me, + Thou darest not deny it; +And well at the school I remember thee, + Thou gavest us no quiet.” + +“If thou be Bendit Rimaardson, + Thou art my near relation; +If to-day thou wilt swear thou knowest me not, + Thou wilt do me an obligation.” + +But straight they took the little Sir Alf, + And gyves to his legs they fastened; +And away, away to Helsingborg, + With the captive Alf they hastened. + +“Now take little Alf to the chamber high, + To the hall of the regal tower, +That the Queen at her ease, and her maids, if they please. + May behold this thief of power.” + +Then up and spake the Danish Queen, + On first little Alf espying: +“The man that I see cannot surely be he, + Whose fame through the world is flying.” + +“Though I of stature be little and mean, + I’ve every manly talent, +And ne’er wilt thou bear thy lord an heir, + Half, half so good and gallant. + +“I’d give my mantle with roses red, + And lilies flowered over, +If I might sleep one night with thee, + And play the ardent lover. + +“If I one night with thee might sleep, + None knowing but thy maid servant, +For then, I ween, thou would’st beg, fair Queen, + For my pardon in accents fervent.” + +Then answered him the Danish Queen, + As she struck the board with vigour: +“To-morrow, ere folk to breakfast go, + On a gibbet thou shalt figure!” + +“Why hang’st thou not Ivor of Holsterbro, + And Canute of Sonderboro? +They were thieves like me, but they slept with thee, + And their death would have caused thee sorrow.” + +Then they took away the little Sir Alf + From the hall of the regal tower; +For the beauteous Queen and her ladies had seen + Enough of this thief of power. + +They led the little Count Sir Alf + Out East from Helsing city; +With contrite breast he his sins confess’d, + And to God he cried for pity. + +“Now I counsel each noble woman’s son, + He in honour’s courses guide him, +With his equals dwell in the land, for well + With all will that land provide him. + +“For many a day and many a year + I’ve plundered, as every one knoweth; +But what we win with injustice and sin + With shame and sorrow goeth. + +“A Count was I, of Erling’s race, + O’er Timsberg’s rich fief I lorded; +That filled me with pride, and my will I would have, + Though my will with no law accorded. + +“First, first on all who my hate had won + I murders foul committed; +Then to wife and maid no respect I paid, + But shamefully them I treated. + +“From the needy citizen his goods + And his life besides I’ve riven; +Widow and orphans my deeds bemoan, + And for vengeance cry to heaven. + +“Lord God to me kind and clement be, + And grant me this petition: +Let me gain, when this death of shame I’ve thol’d, + Into endless life admission.” + + + + +LITTLE DANNEVED AND SWAYNE TROST. + + +“O what shall I in Denmark do? + To bear your armour I’m too weak; +The Danish warriors jeer at me, + Because their tongue I cannot speak.” + +It was the young Danneved, + He bade them saddle his courser grey: +“O I will ride to Borrebye, + And a visit to my mother pay.” + +O clinking were his spurs so keen, + And swiftly sped his horse along; +At Lundy Kirk in Skaaney land + He stopped to hear the matin song. + +O first he heard the matin song, + To hear nine masses stopped he then; +And now it lists young Danneved + To mount upon his steed again. + +Out spake Oluf, the aged and good, + He was I ween the parish priest: +“I beg of thee, little Danneved, + To be this day my honoured guest.” + +“This day I’ll break with no man bread, + Nor drink a drop of rosy wine, +Until I come to Borrebye, + And hold discourse with mother mine.” + +“Now hear me, dearest Danneved, + Give o’er, I beg, thy purpose straight; +So many of thy enemies + Before the town in ambush wait.” + +“O first I trust in my faulchion good, + And then I trust in my courser tall, +And next to them in my merry swains, + But in my own self most of all.” + +“’Tis well to trust in thy faulchion good, + ’Tis well to trust in thy courser tall, +But do not trust in thy merry swains, + For they’ll deceive thee first of all.” + +It was little Danneved, + Abroad before the town he came; +And there met him his enemies, + Thrice nine in number were the same. + +So numerous were these enemies, + For him that did in ambush lie, +All Danneved’s swains they took their leave, + And from their lord did basely fly. + +All his merry men took their leave, + And from their master basely flew, +Except the young Swayne Trost alone, + He with his lord took on anew. + +“O I, my Lord, your clothes have worn, + And ridden have I, my Lord, your steed, +And I will stand by you to-day, + Nor leave you in your greatest need. + +“O I have taken your silver and gold, + And I have eaten of your bread, +And I’ll not budge from you to-day, + Although my life-blood I should shed.” + +So they their backs together placed, + Master and man, in the forest green; +And in the early morning tide + They of the foemen slew fifteen. + +Then they their backs together placed, + Where thick and high the bushes were; +They twain alone full thirty slew, + Acquiring honour ever fair. + +It was the young Danneved, + To his side his trusty faulchion tied; +And now they both so joyously + Home to his mother’s castle ride. + +It was the young Danneved, + Came riding to the Castellaye; +It was then his mother dear + Came out to meet him, blythe and gay. + +“Be welcome, little Danneved, + Be welcome to this house of mine; +What doth it please thee now to drink? + O, say, shall it be mead or wine?” + +“O, I will ne’er break bread with you, + Or drink a drop of mead or wine, +’Till thou hast given the young Swayne Trost + Fair Ellen, only sister mine.” + +“And do thou hear, my dearest son, + Hear what I now declare to thee; +As God shall help me in my need, + Brothers of Ellen both ye be.” + +“Now do thou hear, my mother dear, + Thou’st not to me the truth declar’d; +Where didst thou bear the young Swayne Trost, + That of his birth I never heard?” + +“O he was but a little child, + When him from out the land I sent; +And, hearing it said that he was dead, + To none I did my loss lament.” + +Then up spoke little Danneved, + He was the son of a knight so high: +“Now I have such a brother found, + I never more will grieve or sigh. + +“God’s blessing upon thee, young Swayne Trost, + To thee my troth I now will give; +I’ll ne’er deceive thee, young Swayne Trost, + As long as I on earth shall live.” + +Little Danneved and young Swayne Trost, + In sables and mard themselves array; +And both of them took so joyously + To the imperial Court their way. + + + + +SIR PALL, SIR BEAR, AND SIR LIDEN. + + +Liden he rode to the Ting, and shewed + His bloody gashes there: +“And these were done by no other one + But my dear brother Bear.” + +With humble air upstood Sir Bear, + And for leave to speak he cried: +“I’ll give thee gold and silver to hold, + And my good broad lands beside.” + +“Keep thou thyself thy silver pelf, + And thy good broad lands for me; +By God I swear this little hand fair + Thy death, brother Bear, shall be.” + +Home to their hall ride Bear and Pall. + With unsuspicious mind; +In wrathful mood, with five swains good, + Followed Liden close behind. + +Sir Pall, and Sir Bear, and Sir Liden, three were, + And they met the boughs beneath: +’Twas sad to view how quick out-flew + Their faulchions from the sheath. + +First Pall he slew his brother true, + Then Bear to death he smote; +I tell to ye for verity + His own death wound he got. + +They took up with care Sir Pall and Sir Bear, + To the city them they bore; +Beneath the skies in the greenwood lies + Sir Liden amid his gore. + +To the earn and the owl and the beasts that prowl + Sir Liden’s corpse they left; +When that was said to his plighted maid + She died of sense bereft. + +Had he paid heed to his mother’s rede, + And himself to the law address’d, +His brothers twain had remained unslain, + And their feud had been laid at rest. + +In piteous mode wept Mettelil proud, + The death of her three sons bold: +“Woe’s me,” cried she, “That e’er my eyes + Should this sad hour behold.” + +For Pall she wept sore, and still, still more + For Bear the good and brave; +But most of all for Sir Liden’s fall, + For he had no hallowed grave. + + + + +BELARDO’S WEDDING + + +From the banks, in morning’s beam, +Of Xarama, famous stream; +From the spot, or nigh it, where +It joins the Tagus broad and fair, +Sped Belardo, blithe and gay, +To receive the righteous pay +Of all the years of love he’d spent +In doubts, and fears, and discontent— + + _But happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_. + +Unto her village now he goes +The handsome Philis to espouse; +For now her father, kind and bland, +But late so stern, yields him her hand. +Now in his eyes the shepherd shows +The rapture in his breast that glows, +That after storm and hurricane +The heaven should look bright again. + + _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_. + +Not as of yore on foot, I trow, +Or in albarcas goes he now; +Albarcas made of slain wolf hide, +In blood of cow or heifer dyed. +O snow-white pointed shoes wore he, +Green stockings gartered at the knee; +Button composed of burning glass, +Presented, mind ye, by his lass. + + _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_. + +What a knight of gallant air +Rides he forth on sorrel mare; +Saddle of Friezeland leather made, +Fringe of the most dainty thread. +Sombrero new, of neatest shape, +Mantle long with lengthy cape, +Sayo green, obscure to see, +Graced with much embroidery. + + _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his labour and pains_. + +By the guise in which he’s drest, +His hopes are visibly exprest; +Hopes which so often damped and chilled +Are on the point to be fulfilled. +Within his bosom he doth bear +All the billets of his dear; +They are so many bills which he +Is bent to settle speedily. + + _Happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_. + +Arriving at the house he saw, +Waiting for him, his father-in-law, +Who, good-bye to scoffs and slights, +Holds his stirrup whilst he lights. +Lovely Philis at the door +Calls him “husband” and “senor;” +He “senora” and “dear wife” +Calleth her, they’re one for life. + + _Happy the shepherd who finally gains_ + _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_. + + + + +THE YEW TREE + + +O tree of yew, which here I spy, +By Forida’s famed monastery; +Beneath thee lies, by cold death bound, +The tongue for sweetness once renown’d. + +Thou noble tree who shelterest kind, +The grave from winter’s snow and wind, +May lightning never lay thee low, +Nor archer cut from thee his bow; +Nor Crispin peel thee, pegs to frame, +But may thou ever bloom the same; +A noble tree the grave to guard +Of Cambria’s most illustrious bard! + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{5} _Stevn_ and _Ting_. Both words signify a tribunal before which +litigations were decided. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26790.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26790.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e5dbb0e576a8a15452a850096cd61e2229050842 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26790.txt @@ -0,0 +1,588 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE BROTHER AVENGED + AND + OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +THE BROTHER AVENGED + + +I stood before my master’s board, + The skinker’s office plying; +The herald-men brought tidings then + That my brother was murdered lying. + +I followed my lord unto his bed, + By his dearest down he laid him; +Then my courser out of the stall I led, + And with saddle and bit arrayed him. + +I sprang upon my courser’s back, + With the spur began to goad him; +And ere I drew his bridle to, + Full fifteen leagues I rode him. + +And when I came to the noisy hall + Where the Kemps carouse were keeping, +O then I saw my mother dear + O’er the corse of my brother weeping. + +Then I laid an arrow on my good bow, + The bow that never deceived me; +And straight I shot the King’s Kempions twelve, + Of my brother who had bereaved me. + +And then to the Ting I rode away, + Where the judges twelve were seated; +Of six to avenge my brother I begged, + And of six protection entreated. + +For the third time rode I to the Ting, + For deep revenge I lusted; +Up stood the liege-man of the King, + And at me fiercely thrusted. + +Up stood the liege-man of the King, + With a furious thrust toward me; +And the Judges twelve rose in the Ting, + And an outlaw’d man declared me. + +Then I laid an arrow on my good bow, + And the bow to its utmost bent I; +And into the heart of the King’s liege-man + The sharp, sharp arrow sent I. + +Then away from the Ting amain I sped, + And my good steed clomb in hurry; +There was nothing for me but to hasten and flee, + And myself ’mong the woods to bury. + +And hidden for eight long years I lay + Amid the woods so lonely; +I’d nothing to eat in that dark retreat + But grass and green leaves only. + +I’d nothing to eat in that dark retreat, + Save the grass and leaves I devoured; +No bed-fellows crept to the place where I slept, + But bears that brooned and roared. + +So near at hand was the holy tide + Of our Lady of mercies tender; +The King of the Swedes his followers leads, + And rides to the Church in splendour. + +So I laid an arrow on my good bow, + As I looked from the gap so narrow; +And into the heart of the Swedish King + I sent the yard-long arrow. + +Now lies on the ground the Swedish King, + And the blood from his death-wound showers; +So blythe is my breast, though still I must rest + Amid the forest bowers. + + + + +THE EYES + + +To kiss a pair of red lips small + Full many a lover sighs; +If I kiss anything at all, + Let it be Sophy’s eyes. +The eyes, the eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +Too dear I prize the eyes, the eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + +Were I the Czar, my kingly crown, + My troops and victories, +And fair renown I’d all lay down + To kiss but Sophy’s eyes. +The charming eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +Too dear I prize the charming eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + +Perhaps I’ve seen a fairer face, + Though hers may well surprise; +A form perhaps of lovelier grace, + But, oh! the eyes, the eyes! +The matchless eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +I well may prize the matchless eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + +What with the polished diamond-stone + Can vie beneath the skies? +Oh, it is vied and far outshone + By Sophy’s beaming eyes. +By Sophy’s eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +Well may I prize the beaming eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + +The sun of June burns furiously, + And brooks and meadows dries; +But, oh, with more intensity + Burn cruel Sophy’s eyes! +The wicked eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +Too dear I prize the wicked eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + +O, soon beneath their piercing ray, + Like some parched plant which dies, +Wither shall I, poor youth, away? + And all for Sophy’s eyes. +But bless the eyes, whose witcheries + Have filled my heart with care; +Till Death I’ll prize and bless the eyes + Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. + + + + +HARMODIUS AND ARISTOGITON +_From the Greek_ + + +With the leaves of the myrtle I’ll cover my brand, + Like Harmodius and Aristogiton of yore; +When the tyrant they slew, and their dear native land + They caused with just laws to be governed once more. + +O, beloved Harmodius! thou still art not dead, + In the Isles of the Blest thou still livest, they say; +Where the swift-heel’d Achilles and bold Diomed + Through sweet flowery meadows continually stray. + +With the leaves of the myrtle I’ll cover my blade, + Like Harmodius and Aristogiton of yore; +Who, whilst the high rites to Athena were paid, + The bold tyrant Hipparchus extended in gore. + +And on earth ever, ever your glory shall glow, + Harmodius and Aristogiton, sun-bright; +Because ye the damnable tyrant laid low, + And restored to your country her law and her right. + + + + +MY DAINTY DAME + + +My dainty Dame, my heart’s delight, +Star of my watch, serene and bright; +Come to the green wood, mild is May, +Cosy the arbours, come away! + +In me thy spouse and servant see, +To silvan hall I’ll usher thee; +Thy bed shall be the leaves heaped high, +Thy organ’s note the cuckoo’s cry. +Thy covert warm the kindly wood, +No fairer form therein e’er stood. +Thy dress, my beauteous gem, shall be +Soft foliage stript from forest tree; +The foliage best the forest bore, +Served as a garb for Eve of yore. +Thou, too, throughout the summer day +Shalt rove around in Eve’s array. +My Eve thou art, my ever dear, +Thy Adam I’ll attend and cheer. + +Come to the green wood, come away, +The floor with grass and flowers is gay! +There ’neath no tree shalt thou descry +In churlish guise old jealousy. +Fear not my love, afar is now +The loon, thy tiresome lord, I trow; +To all a jest amidst his clan +He choler deals in Cardigan. +Here, nestled nigh the sounding sea, +In Ifor’s bush we’ll ever be. +More bliss for us our fate propounds +On Taf’s green banks than Teivi’s bounds; +Thy caitiff wight is scarce aware +Where now we lurk, my little fair. +Ah! better here, in love’s sweet thrall, +To hark the cuckoo’s hearty call, +Than pine through life in castle hall! + + + + +GRASACH ABO +OR +THE CAUSE OF GRACE + + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy turrets are tall, + Descried from their top is the oncoming foe; +Though numerous the warriors that watch on thy wall, + Thy hope and thy trust are in Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy chieftains abound + With courage no dangers can ever lay low; +In the day of the fight can their equals be found, + When is roared to the heaven’s heights Grasach Abo? + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! brave helps thou hast nigh, + Will rise at thy summons full quickly I trow; +The Shortuls, Roothes, Shees, clans so mighty and high, + Will rise on the foemen of Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy banner shall bound + Blood red in the winds o’er the battle that blow; +When thy lion so gallant breathes terror around, + And thy soldiers are shouting out Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy armoury boasts + The arms of great chiefs on the wall in a row; +Gilliepatrick let fall, and O More of the hosts, + When they ran in red rout before Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! when blazed the bright swords, + Thy sons gave the Butlers a signal o’erthrow; +When Desmond was scattered with all his dark hordes, + He loathed the wild war whoop of Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thou needest no aid + Of strangers the day when the blood torrents flow; +The Brennaghs, Powrs, Parcels with buckler and blade, + Shall triumph and feast with the Grasach Abo. + +O, Baillie Na Cortie! thy bards hope to praise + Thee, thee through long ages undarkened with woe; +And him, thy brave chieftain, his bountiful ways, + And the heroes who bleed for the Grasach Abo. + + + + +DAGMAR + + +Sick in Ribe Dagmar’s lying, + Soon she’ll be in Ringsted’s wall; +All the Dames in Denmark dwelling + Unto her she bids them call. + +“Fetch me four, fetch five, I pray ye, + Fetch me those for wisdom famed; +Fetch Sir Carl of Haves’ sister, + Little Kirstine is she named. + +“Fetch the old, and fetch the youthful, + Fetch the learned unto me; +Fetch the lovely little Kirstine, + Worthy all respect is she. + +“Canst thou read and write, my darling? + Canst thou ease the pains I bear? +Thou shalt ride upon my coursers, + And the ruddy scarlet wear.” + +“Could I read and write, my lady, + Blythely I would do the same; +Thy pains are than iron harder, + ’Tis with grief I that proclaim.” + +’Twas the lovely little Kirstine, + Took the book and read a space— +“Ah, thy pains than steel are harder, + God Almighty help thy case!” + + + + +THE ELF BRIDE {21} + + +There was a youthful swain one day + Did ted the new mown grass; +There came a gay and lovely may + From out the nigh morass. +Clad in a dress of silk was she, +Green as the leaves which deck the tree, +Her head so winsomely to see + With bulrush plaited was. + +That lass he wooed, his suit she heeds, + And married are the pair; +To bridal bed his wife he leads— + But what befell him there? +He found, fear-stricken and amaz’d, +That he a rough oak trunk embrac’d, +Instead of the enchanting waist + Of his mysterious fair. + +Then straight abroad a voice he heard, + Which sang the window through; +These were the words the voice proffer’d + If my report be true: +“Come out to her whom thou didst wed! +Upon my mead thy couch is spread.” +From this he guessed with some elf maid + That he had had to do. + + + + +THE TREASURE DIGGER + + +O, would that with last and shoe I had stay’d, + Without wild desires; +And, ah! no trust in Satan had laid, + That prince of liars! + +Each Saturday night, when slept the rest, + Away I stroll’d +To the forest, so murky and drear, in quest + Of buried gold. + +And then I beheld the hopping fire glow + The briar behind; +And down to the earth my wishing-rod low + Itself declin’d. + +I dug then, and gripped the chest’s ring amain, + And held it stout; +But the copper deceitful burst in twain, + And the fiends laughed out. + +Just, just as long was the treasure my own, + As I trembled with fright; +But soon as I held it secure, down, down + It sank from sight. + +Ye devilish pack, what grin ye at? + I fell not your prey; +I’ll trust no more in old women’s chat, + And in cross-shaped way. + +I go by my last and shoe to stay, + Without wild desires; +And ne’er more in Satan I trust will lay, + That prince of liars! + + + + +THE FISHER + + +The fisherman saddleth his good winged horse, +To be on the deep seems to him his best course. + +Against the white strand loud and hoarse the wave breaks, +And towards the strand now the fisherman makes. + +And up when the fisher his fishing-line drew, +A fine golden fish on the hook met his view. + +Then he laughed in his beard: “I’ve of fish seen a store, +But ne’er one with golden cloth kirtle before. + +“If I a gold piece for each gold-scale possess’d, +With poverty I should no more be distrest.” + +With its tail the fish ’gan the bench furious to smite, +And a strange dance it seemed to the fisherman’s sight. + +“Thou wealthy man, be not, I pray thee, so gay, +A much quieter part a poor fisher should play.” + +The golden fish heard every word as it lay, +Began straight to talk and discourse in this way:— + +“I’m full as rich, fisherman, as thou art poor, +And soon for thee happiness I will procure. + +“Straight cast me again in the ocean my home, +And a well-doing man thou, I swear, shalt become. + +“The Queen of the ocean my mother is, know, +She linen and bolsters on thee shall bestow. + +“My father is King in the depths of the sea, +And healthy and strong he shall cause thee to be. + +“My lover he sorrows for me in the brine, +My golden cloth kirtle shall also be thine.” + +“For the sovereign of fishes I care not a straw, +On myself, if I did, I but laughter should draw. + +“For thy mother’s fine cushions I care little more, +My own Queen could make better ware any hour. + +“But if thou to a wooer thy troth didst allot, +The repose of two lovers destroy I will not.” + +The trembling gold fish in the water placed he: +“From such wretched captures the Lord preserve me! + +“If to-morrow a like one upon my hook bite, +I shall perish of hunger, poor miserable wight.” + +He the rest of the day sat at home by his hearth +And spake not a word that repeating is worth. + +He early next morn in his boat his seat took, +And straightway adjusted a bait to his hook. + +And soon as he’d overboard cast the fish-line, +The float it descended deep under the brine. + +Then he laughed in his beard, and with bitterness said: +“A catch of another gold fish I have made!” + +The thin lengthy line he up-drew half unwilling, +And, behold! there upon the hook hung a gold shilling. + +And I can forsooth and for certainty say, +That he for delight had no rest the whole day. + +But as oft as the line he up-drew from the tide, +Upon the hook never a fish he descried. + +For whene’er for the fish he upon the hook sought, +He found that a shilling of gold he had caught. + + + + +THE CUCKOO + + +Abiding an appointment made, +Upon the weed-grown steep I stayed, +One morning mild when May was new, +And fresh the down was fraught with dew. +The meads were flowering, bright the woods, +The branches yielding thousand buds. +My lips employed in song the while +On Morfydd of the merry smile. +’Twas then as round I cast my eye +With mighty wish the maid to spy; +Though, howsoe’er my sight I strained, +No glimpse of Morfydd I obtained. +I heard the cuckoo’s voice arise, +Singing the song which most I prize. +To each Bard true most sweet I trow +His music on the mountain’s brow. +Therefore, as called by courtesy, +I greeted him in poesy. + +“Good day, dear Cuckoo, with thy strain +A herald thou from heaven’s domain; +To us the tidings thou dost bear +Of summer, blissful season fair. +Of summer which to greenwood shade +Entices forth the Bard and maid; +Which decks with foliage dense the grove, +And through all nature breathes of love. +O, dear to me that note of thine, +It seasons love like choicest wine; +Whilst, doating fondness to chastise, +What cutting taunt in ‘Cuckoo’ lies! +But, pretty bird, I pray declare +Where lingereth now my lady fair?” + +“O, poet, what delusion great +Doth fill this year thy foolish pate? +’Tis harbouring a useless pain +One thought of her to entertain. +With all her store of winning charms, +She weds her to another’s arms. +Believe me, when I say to thee +A mate of thine she may not be.” + +“Hush, hush, I’ll not believe thy voice, +Dare not defame my bosom’s choice. +That nymph, the fairest ’neath the sun, +Has sworn an oath, a solemn one; +She vowed by her baptismal rite, +Beneath the bough one blessed night, +Her hand my own enclasping hard, +To live and die with me, her Bard. +The minister that mystic night +Was Madog Benfras, matchless wight. +Her suitors all may vainly sigh, +How should she wed, whom wed have I? +’Tis false, O Bird, what thou dost state, +And waste of time with thee to prate. +Folly and drunkenness, ’tis plain, +Have got possession of thy brain. +Hence with thy news, and get thee cool, +Thou art, I fear, a very fool!” + +“O, Dafydd, who the fool but thou, +Talking this guise beneath the bough? +Another husband chooses she, +Whose charms deceitful captured thee. +The Damsel of the neck of snow +Is now another’s wife, I trow. +To love another’s looks not well, +The Bow Bach owns the blooming belle.” + +“For what thou’st sung within the grove, +With malice filled, about my love, +May days of winter come with speed, +The summer and the sun recede; +Hoar frost upon the foliage fall, +The wood and branches withering all. +And thou with piercing cold be slain, +Thou horrid bird of hateful strain!” + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{21} These stanzas should be compared with _The Elves_, printed in _The +Nightingale_, _The Valkyrie and Raven_, _and Other Ballads_, 1913, pp. +25-26. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26791.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26791.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..986464b2caba93dc036844189319ee7914b84a94 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26791.txt @@ -0,0 +1,490 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + +ERMELINE +A BALLAD + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + + + +ERMELINE. + + +With lance upraised so haughtily + Sir Thunye rides from Alsey town; +On land and main he was, I ween, + A daring knight of high renown. + +Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, + He fain will chase the nimble hare; +And there he meeteth the Dwarf’s daughter, + All with her band of maidens fair. + +Sir Thunye rides in good green wood, + To chase the nimble hart and hind; +And there he meets the Dwarf’s daughter, + Beneath the linden bough reclin’d. + +She rested ’neath the linden’s shade, + The gold harp in her hand was seen: +“O yonder I spy Sir Thunye ride, + I’ll bring him to my feet, I ween. + +“Now sit ye down, my maids so small, + And sit you down my little foot boy; +For I the Runic note will play, + Till field and meadow bloom with joy.” + +Then struck she amain the Runic stroke, + The harp began so sweet to ring, +The wild bird on the twig that sat + Forgot its merry song to sing. + +The wild bird on the bough that sat + Forgot its merry song to sing; +The wild hart running in the shaw + Forgot forthwith to leap and spring. + +Then bloomed the mead, the bough burst forth, + As wildly rang that Runic strain; +Sir Thunye fiercely spurred his steed, + But, ah! to ’scape he strove in vain. + +It was the knight Sir Thunye then + From his good courser bounded he; +He went up to the Dwarf’s daughter, + And took his seat beside her knee. + +“Hail to thee, Daughter of the Dwarf! + Do thou become my wedded wife, +And I’ll respect and honor thee, + All, all the days I gain in life. + +“Here sitt’st thou, Daughter of the Dwarf, + A rose amongst the lilies all; +No man can see thee in this world + But thee his own he fain would call.” + +“Now list to me, Sir Thunye the knight, + Give up, I beg, this amorous play; +I have already a bridegroom bold, + The King whom all the dwarfs obey. + +“My father sits within the hill, + He marshals there his elfin power; +Next Monday morn my bridegroom bold + Shall bear me to his elfin bower. + +“My mother in the hill doth sit, + And plays with gold that round is strewn; +But I stole away from out the hill, + To play upon my harp a tune.” + +“O ere the Dwarf shall thee possess, + And his shall be a bliss so high, +O I will lose my youthful life, + And break my faulchion willingly.” + +Then answered straight the Dwarf’s daughter, + And with a frown thus answered she: +“O thou may’st gain a lovelier bride, + But ne’er, Sir Knight, wilt thou gain me. + +“Now haste away, Sir Thunye the knight, + I rede thee for thy life take heed; +My father and my bold bridegroom + I ween will both be here with speed.” + +It was her mother, the Dwarf’s Lady, + She peeped from out the mountain’s side; +And she was aware of Sir Thunye there, + Standing beneath the linden wide. + +Out came her mother, the Dwarf’s Lady, + And anger shone upon her face: +“Now hear Wolfhilda, daughter mine, + But ill beseems thee such a place. + +“Thou’dst better sit within the hill, + And sew the linen white as snow, +Than come to strike the gold harp here, + Beneath the verdant forest bough. + +“The King of the Dwarfs has wedded thee. + Thy free consent he sought and won; +Yet thou hast dared Sir Thunye here + To chain with stroke of magic Rune.” + +It was the daughter of the Dwarf + Must weeping into the mountain flee; +Devoid of sense Sir Thunye went + Behind her, nor could hear nor see. + +But hear what did the wife of the Dwarf: + With silk so soft a stool she spread, +And there he sat till crow of cock, + As though he had been stark and dead. + +But hear what did the wife of the Dwarf: + The book of power forth she brought, +Therewith she broke the Runic thrall, + Wherein the hero had been caught. + +“Now have I freed thee from the Runes, + They never more can thee oppress: +This have I done for honor’s sake, + My daughter thee shall not possess. + +“Much more, Sir Knight, for thee I’ll do, + For sheer goodwill and affection pure; +I will for thee a bonnier bride + Than any elfin maid procure. + +“I was not born in this wild hill, + Of Christian folk I am the child; +An only sister I possess, + And she Dame Ermeline is stil’d. + +“She bears the crown in merry England, + The crown and queenly dignity; +Her daughter dear has stolen been, + For thus the tale was told to me. + +“Her daughter dear has stolen been, + She lieth now in strict durance; +To blessed Kirk she may not go, + And far, far less to merry dance. + +“She ne’er may out of the window look + Except to watch her women stand; +Nor play at tables with the King + Unless the Queen is close at hand. + +“Except the King, so aged and grey, + No earthly man she e’er has seen; +Each night her chamber door is locked, + And she who locks it is the Queen. + +“The Damsel’s named proud Ermeline, + She sits in Upsal sorrowing sore; +Whilst bolts of steel and iron bars + Make fast the Damsel’s chamber door. + +“The King he has a sister’s son, + And Allevod is the name he bears; +And he’s to wed the lovely maid + As soon as he the Kingdom heirs. + +“But I will give thee saddle and horse, + And golden spurs I will supply; +Thou ne’er shalt ride a path so wild + But thou shalt reach a hostelry. + +“And I will garments give to thee, + With gold adorned at the seam; +And I will give thee a ruddy shield, + Wherein the richest diamonds gleam. + +“And I will give thee a silken band, + With roses ’tis embroider’d all; +Whilst thou dost bear that girdle fair + No word thou say’st shall vainly fall.” + +Forth stepped the Daughter of the Dwarf, + For, ah! she loved the knight so dear: +“And I will give thee a faulchion good, + And I will give thee a polished spear. + +“Thou ne’er shalt ride through wood so wide + But thou shalt surely find the way; +And ne’er, Sir Knight, engage in fight + But victory thou shalt bear away. + +“Thou never, never shalt sail the sea + But in safety thou shalt come to land; +Thou never, never shalt wounded be, + I ween, by any human hand.” + +It was the proud Dame Thorelile, + The clear wine into the cup she pour’d: +“Now haste thee from the elfin hill, + Ere home arrive the elfin Lord.” + +Sir Thunye rides in the good green wood, + His spear it gleams so wide, so wide; +And soon he meets the Dwarf himself, + To his mountain home as the Dwarf would ride. + +“Well met, well met, Sir Thunye the Knight, + Thy horse he speeds right gallantly; +Say whither, whither dost thou ride? + On journey bound thou seemst to be.” + +“Riding to woo, Sir Dwarf, I am, + Riding to wed a beauteous lady; +To break a spear I do not fear, + For weal or woe alike I’m ready.” + +“Ride on thy way, Sir Thunye the Knight, + Nought else than peace thou shalt have from me; +In Upsal town a swain there lives + Will willingly break a lance with thee.” + +Sir Thunye rides in Sweden’s land, + Essay his fortune there would he; +And there he found nine stalwart knights, + Stood armed beneath the forest tree. + +Upon their heads their helms were placed, + Their good shields glittered before their breasts; +By their sides hung down their gilded swords, + And their spears hung ready within the rests. + +“Halloo, ye Swedish champions nine! + Say, will ye fight for honour now? +Or will ye fight for ruddy gold, + Or the ladies’ love for whom ye glow?” + +Then answered Allevod, the King’s son, + High rose the pride his heart within: +“Enough I have of honour and gold, + No more of either need I win.” + +“There sits a maid in Upsal town, + That maid is named proud Ermeline; +By lance we’ll settle whose shall be + That lovely maiden, mine or thine.” + +The first course that together they rode + So furious were that knightly twain +Asunder burst their shields of gold, + And their broken spears flew o’er the plain. + +But now the second course they ride, + And again they meet with a crash like thunder; +Sir Allevod fell from his gilded selle, + His sturdy neck-bone burst asunder. + +That vexed sore the Swedish knights, + Their leader’s fall they fain would wrake; +But fortune proved so stern and dour, + The good knight’s faulchion drove them back. + +It was then the Swedish knights + Their ruffled garb adjusted they; +And unto the hall, the regal hall, + To the Swedish King they took their way. + +“A Jutt is come to our land, Sir King, + Armed and dight in elfin way; +Of eight good knights the limbs he’s broke, + Who strove with him in battle fray. + +“Of eight good knights the limbs he broke, + Halt and lame they will aye remain; +And upon the sod lies Allevod, + Thy sister’s son by that Jotun slain.” + +Then answer made the ancient King, + Rending his hair so long and grey: +“With sable and mard I’ll them reward + Who dare this cursed Jutt to slay.” + +Forth rode the Swedish courtiers then, + To slay the Jutt so sure they made; +But soon from them the vaunt he drove, + Such heavy blows on their polls he laid. + +No sable and mard was their reward, + When they returned from the battle fray; +They must doff, I ween, their armour sheen, + And clothe them in the wadmal grey. + +That vexed the Swedish courtiers sore, + And in mournful guise they murmured out: +“In Sweden’s land lives none can stand + Against this wild and sturdy Jutt.” + +Sir Thunye he to Upsal rides, + Respect and honour attend his path; +The Swedish knights they held their peace, + And were only glad to escape his wrath. + +And he has broken the huge steel-bar, + And he the savage bears has slain; +And out he has led the lovely maid + Who long in dreary thrall had lain. + +“Now welcome be, Sir Thunye the Knight, + Unto this savage Swedish clime; +I say to thee in verity + I’ve sighed for thee a weary time. + +“When I was but a little child, + To me ’twas spaed that a knight should come +From foreign land, should Allevod slay, + And to England’s realm should bear me home. + +“I beg of thee, Sir Thunye the Knight, + That thou as a Knight by me wilt stand; +There liveth none beneath the sun, + To whom I’d sooner yield my hand.” + +Then answered amain Sir Thunye the Knight, + As he bowed his knee to the Lady fair; +“With heart and hand by thee to stand, + By the holy name of Christ I swear.” + +And so he took the lovely maid, + With her store of gold so ruddy of hue; +And to Denmark’s land he her conveyed, + Where a loving pair full soon they grew. + +He has carried her to his castle hall, + Like a blooming flower there she shone; +Rejoicéd all, both great and small, + In Alsey’s ancient town that wone. + +It was bold Sir Thunye the Knight, + His knightly faith so well kept he; +The next, next Monday morn he held + His bridal’s high festivity. + +’Twas noised about in merry England + The King’s lost daughter was found at last; +Rejoiced, I ween, the King and Queen, + And away for ever their grief they cast. + +The King a scroll to Sir Thunye sent, + Wishing him luck with his Ermeline; +And begged he’d come across the foam + That he to him might the crown resign. + +It was good Sir Thunye the Knight, + He spread on the yard his sails so wide; +And they arrived in the far England + In less, I’m told, than two months’ tide. + +It was good Sir Thunye the Knight, + He steered his vessel towards the strand; +And, lo! the ancient King and Queen + Were walking on the yellow sand. + +“Now welcome be Sir Thunye the Knight, + Thrice welcome be to this foreign strand; +Of England all the fair kingdom shall + Be subject to thy knightly hand.” + +So he the kingdom has resigned, + And he has crowned the knight of fame; +And dales and downs and England’s towns + Thus subject to the knight became. + +Now has Sir Thunye all achieved, + And now to joy may his heart resign; +He rules by day old England gay, + And sleeps at night with his Ermeline. + +A King more powerful there is none + Than he, the flower of chivalry; +The knights, they say, of Sweden pray + He never more their guest may be. + + + + +THE CUCKOO’S SONG IN MERION. +_From the Welsh of Lewis Morris_. + + +Though it has been my fate to see + Of gallant countries many a one; +Good ale, and those that drank it free, + And wine in streams that seemed to run; +The best of beer, the best of cheer, + Allotted are to Merion. + +The swarthy ox will drag his chain, + At man’s commandment that is done; +His furrow break through earth with pain, + Up hill and hillock toiling on; +Yet with more skill draw hearts at will + The maids of county Merion. + +Merry the life, it must be owned, + Upon the hills of Merion; +Though chill and drear the prospect round, + Delight and joy are not unknown; +O who would e’er expect to hear + ’Mid mountain bogs the cuckoo’s tone? + +O who display a mien full fair, + A wonder each to look upon? +And who in every household care + Defy compare below the sun? +And who make mad each sprightly lad? + The maids of county Merion. + +O fair the salmon in the flood, + That over golden sands doth run; +And fair the thrush in his abode, + That spreads his wings in gladsome fun; +More beauteous look, if truth be spoke, + The maids of county Merion. + +Dear to the little birdies wild + Their freedom in the forest lone; +Dear to the little sucking child + The nurse’s breast it hangs upon; +Though long I wait, I ne’er can state + How dear to me is Merion. + +Sweet in the house the Telyn’s {23} strings + In love and joy where kindred wone; +While each in turn a stanza sings, + No sordid themes e’er touched upon; +Full sweet in sound the hearth around + The maidens’ song of Merion. + +And though my body here it be + Travelling the countries up and down; +Tasting delights of land and sea, + True pleasure seems my heart to shun; +Alas! there’s need home, home to speed— + My soul it is in Merion. + + * * * * * + + LONDON + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{23} The Harp. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26792.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26792.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a67a352e7454aefdda0c53c62364083730e3ebb6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26792.txt @@ -0,0 +1,566 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + GRIMMER AND KAMPER + THE END OF SIVARD SNARENSWAYNE + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +GRIMMER AND KAMPER + + +Grimmer walks upon the floor, + Well can Grimmer wield his sword: +“Give to me fair Ingeborg, + For the sake of Christ our Lord.” + +“Far too little art thou, lad, + Thou about thee canst not hack; +When thou comest ’mong other kemps, + Ever do they drive thee back.” + +“Not so little, Sire, am I, + I myself full well can guard; +When I fight with kempions I + Gallantly can ply my sword.” + +“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land, + For a stalwart kemp he’s known; +Thou shalt wed my daughter, if + Thou to earth canst hew him down.” + +Rage and grief his bosom filled, + Grimmer through the door retires: +“What answer did my father give?” + Beauteous Ingeborg inquires. + +“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land, + And he bears a warlike name; +If I him to death can smite, + I may thee with honour claim.” + +Answered him the fair young maid: + “Ah! my father seeks thy death, +Kamper for thee is far too strong, + He will work thee rueful scathe. + +“But I’ll lend a helm to thee, + Thou may’st trust upon in fight; +And an acton I’ll provide, + Whereupon no sword will bite. + +“I’ll give thee a faulchion good, + And a harness on to put; +On earth’s ground no sword is found + Through that harness which can cut. + +“I will give to thee a sword + In thy youthful hand to bear; +Thou therewith mayst iron cleave, + E’en as though it water were.” + +Kamper stands on Birtingsborough, + Thence so far he sees and wide: +“What can be that little wreck + Hitherward that seems to glide?” + +It was little Grimmer bold + Steered his vessel straight to land; +’Twas the bulky Kamper then + Tow’rds him stretched a friendly hand. + +“Welcome, little Grimmer, be! + Here no harm thou hast to fear; +Half my land I’ll give to thee, + And my sister’s daughter dear.” + +“Ne’er will I that Ingeborg, + My beloved, should hear such shame, +That I thy sister’s daughter took, + And thy friend that I became. + +“But we’ll go to Vimming’s hill, + And do battle, as is fit; +One of us his life shall lose, + Ere the ring of death we quit.” + +Thereto answered Kamper bold, + He had such an eager hand: +“I’ll the first blow have, forsooth, + ’Tis on my own earth we stand.” + +The first blow big Kamper struck, + Given ’twas with wrathful yell; +He so hard has Grimmer struck, + Down to earth young Grimmer fell. + +Upstood little Grimmer then + Quickly little Grimmer rose: +“Thou shalt also stand me one, + Ere the sun sinks to repose.” + +The next blow was Glimmer’s own, + Fierce he hewed with his right hand; +He hewed on Kamper’s golden helm, + To his heart down went the brand. + +Kamper bellowed as he fell, + Dead upon the earth so hard: +“Would to God that of my case + Knew my brother Rodengard!” + +Joyous little Grimmer was, + That the fight to end had come; +Gold and silver much he took, + To the maid he bore it home. + +Blood forth streaming from his wound + Lies the mighty Kamper dead; +Grimmer lives, the brave young swain, + Carries off his gold so red. + +When he had the victory won, + Little space he tarried there; +Joyous sailed his men away, + Joyous with their booty fair. + +Standing on the battlement, + Looks the Damsel towards the strand: +“Yonder I my youth espy, + See his vessel touch the strand.” + +Thanks to brave young Grimmer be, + For his faith he kept so well; +On next Monday morn, at dawn, + Grimmer’s bridal feast befell. + + + + +MIMMERING TAN + + +The smallest man was Mimmering +E’er born in the land of Carl the King. + +And ere he into the world was brought +His clothes already were for him wrought. + +Ere yet he could walk across the floor, +A ponderous iron cuirass he bore. + +And ere he had learnt to ride, to ride, +His father’s sword to his hip he tied. + +The first time he his sword could bear +A better knight breathed not the air. + +So down he went to the salt sea strand, +As the merchants lay before the land. + +He saw then, under the steep hill’s side, +A knight with sheeny armour ride. + +Coursing came he at headlong speed, +Grim as a lion was his steed. + +“Now, gallant Sir Knight, to me attend, +Wilt let me with thee as a shield boy wend?” + +“Thou art too little and young, I fear, +My heavy harness thou canst not bear.” + +At that word Mimmering wrathful grew, +The Knight from his steed to earth he threw. + +And much more harm to him was done, +He smote his head against a stone. + +He clomb on the saddle and rode away, +He’ll fain with other knights have a fray. + +And when to the green wood he had won, +There met he Vidrik Verlandson. + +“Well met, well met, thou stalwart knight, +Say, wilt thou for a fair maid fight?” + +Then straightway Vidrik made reply: +“I’ll meet thee, dwarf, or no man am I.” + +They fought for a day, they fought for twain, +Neither could from the other the victory gain. + +So good stall-brothership vowed have they, +Which should endure to the judgment day. + +How should it endure that long time all? +It could not last till evening-fall. + + + + +THE END OF SIVARD SNARENSWAYNE + + +Young Sivard he his step-sire slew + To avenge his mother’s wrongs; +And now to sport in the Monarch’s court + Young Sivard sorely longs. + +It was Sivard Snarenswayne + To his mother’s presence strode: +“Say, shall I ride from hence?” he cried, + “Or wend on foot my road?” + +“O never shalt thou go on foot + Whilst I’ve a horse in stall; +I’ll give thee the steed of matchless breed, + Which courtiers Grayman call.” + +They led Grayman out of the stall, + His reins were gilt about; +His eyes were bright as the clear star-light, + And fire from his bit sprang out. + +Off Sivard throws his gloves, like snows + The stripling’s hands appeared; +And with all his force he girded the horse, + For to trust the groom he feared. + +It was Sivard’s mother dear, + In a kirtle red was clad: +“The horse I fear will cost thee dear, + And that fear makes me sad.” + +She followed him a long, long way, + Her heart was filled with woe: +“O take good heed of the Grayman steed, + He many a trick doth know!” + +“Now list to me, my mother dear, + Quick cast your care aside; +To a son of worth thou hast given birth, + Who his horse full well can ride.” + +Away they go, o’er bridges now, + And now o’er brooks in flood; +Clung so tight to his steed the knight + That his boots were filled with blood. + +The horse he hurried o’er the wold, + Right past the crowded Ting; +Then wildly gazed the folk, amazed + That the horse he could so spring. + +For fifteen nights and for fifteen days + The speed of their race endured; +Before them tall uprose a hall + With the gates all fast secured. + +The Dane King stood on the battlement, + And thence looked far and wide: +“Some drunken peer is coming here, + Who his horse full well can ride. + +“O that is either a drunken peer, + On courser good and keen; +Or that, I swear, is my sister’s heir, + And in battle he has been.” + +The horse did spit from his mouth the bit, + And, neighing, bounded high; +Then maids and dames forsook their games + And trembled fearfully. + +Then maids and dames forsook their games, + And shook their weeds below; +To meet the boy, his sister’s joy, + The King of the Danes did go. + +It was the mighty King of the Danes, + And thus the King he cried: +“Ye archers, straight undo the gate, + And fling it open wide.” + +It was Sivard Snarenswayne, + Through the portal in rode he; +Then dames fifteen of beauteous mien + Before him bent their knee. + +The Dane King to his merry men spake: + “I rede ye treat him fair; +I tell to ye for a verity + No jesting he will bear.” + +It was Sivard Snarenswayne, + He made his courser bound +Ten ells and more the ramparts o’er, + And thus his death he found. + +From his gilded selle down Sivard fell, + Snapped Grayman’s back outright; +Wept great and small in the Monarch’s hall + For the wizard steed and knight. + + + + +SIR GUNCELIN’S WEDDING + + +It was the Count Sir Guncelin, + Who to his mother cried: +“O I in quest of knightly fame + Through foreign lands will ride.” + +“And if thou from the land wilt ride, + To help thee on thy way, +I give thee the steed, the wondrous steed, + The good steed Carl the grey. + +“I’ll give the steed for thy time of need, + The good grey Carl, but know +No spur of steel must grace thy heel, + Nor helm be on thy brow. + +“Never a warrior must thou heed, + But straight thy path pursue, +Till thou in fight engage the knight + Whose name is Ivor Blue.” + +It was the Count Sir Guncelin, + By the green hill took his way; +There chanced he to meet little Tilventin, + And bade him promptly stay. + +“Now welcome little Tilventin, + And where hast thou passed the night?” +“I have passed the night at Brattingsborg, + Where from helms the fire they smite!” + +It was the Count Sir Guncelin, + From under his red helm glared: +“Sir Tilventin it had better been + If that thou hadst never declared.” + +It was the Count Sir Guncelin, + His sharp sword out he drew; +It was little Tilventin, + Whom he did to pieces hew. + +He rode away unto Brattingsborg, + On the door he struck with his spear: +“Doth any warrior bide therein, + Who will come and fight me here?” + +It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue, + He turned to the West his eye: +“Now help me Wolf and Asmer hawk, + I hear a kemp’s fierce cry.” + +It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue, + He turned to the East his eye: +“Now help me, Odin, for thou hast might, + I hear Sir Guncelin’s cry!” + +It was the Count Sir Guncelin, + His helm o’er his white neck flung; +That sound in the ear of his mother dear + Through the dark night-time rung. + +The Dame awoke at black midnight, + And unto her Lord she cried: +“Now deign, now deign, thou highest God, + With my son in this fray to bide!” + +The first course that together they rode, + So strong were the knightly twain, +Struck Guncelin Sir Ivor Blue, + And stretched him on the plain. + +“Now listen, Count Sir Guncelin, + If thou’lt but let me live, +My young and newly wedded bride, + I unto thee will give.” + +“I will not take thy wedded bride + Upon marriage stands my mind; +Give me Salentia, sister thine, + And my fate to her’s I’ll bind.” + +They rode away to the bridal feast, + Withouten more ado; +Of stalwart knights, and warrior wights, + They invited the best they knew. + +They invited Vidrik Verlandson, + And Diderik, knight of Bern; +They invited Olger the Daneman too, + Who in battle is so stern. + +They invited Silvard Snarenswayne, + Who before the bride should ride; +And thither came also Langben the Jutt, + To sit at the Bridegroom’s side. + +They invited Master Hildebrand, + The bridal torch he carried; +And he was followed by Kempions twelve, + Deep drank they whilst they tarried, + +And thither came Folker Spilleman, + With his humour the kemps must bear; +And thither came King Sigfrid Hoon, + To his own pain and care. + +Then came the proud Dame Grimhild, + To prepare the bride for the hall; +With iron she caused her feet to be shod, + And her fingers with steel tipped all. + +And thither came Dame Gunda Hetta, + ’Mid the Norland hills her house; +And there doth she pass a right merry life, + With dance and with carouse. + +Thither came likewise Dame Brynhild, + She cut for the bride the meat, +Her followed slender ladies seven, + ’Midst the knights they took their seat. + +They follow’d the bride to the chamber in. + Of a luncheon slight to taste; +And there she eat four tuns of pottage, + Which pleased her palate best. + +Then before her sixteen oxen-bodies, + And eighteen swine disappear; +And before her thirst she could assuage, + She drank seven tuns of beer. + +So mighty the press of their garments was, + As they led the bride to the hall, +That they brushed down, ere they ushered her in, + Full fifteen ells from the wall. + +They led the bride to the bride-bench up, + And sat themselves down so light, +That a bench of stone which they sat upon, + Sank into the ground outright. + +They placed before her the very best food, + Nor did she the food decline; +Fifteen oxen the sea-wife ate, + And also ten fat swine. + +The bridegroom’s eyes were upon her fixed, + And at length surprised he grew: +“Ne’er have I seen a youthful bride, + To the dish such justice do.” + +Up then sprang the Kempions all, + And to one another did say: +“Now, whether shall we cast the bar, + Or fight in knightly way?” + +The warriors began to describe the round, + Upon the verdant earth; +For the honour and pride of the young sea-bride, + Who should look on their deeds of worth. + +The young bride up from the bride-bench sprang, + Two hands so weak had she; +Towards her Langben the Giant leapt, + Fine sport began to be. + +Then danced the table, then danced the bench, + And the sparks from the helms flew high; +Out ran the valiant warriors all: + “Dame Devil thou mak’st us fly!” + +Then there arose a mightier dance, + From Ribe unto the Slee; +The shortest warrior dancing had + Fifteen ells beneath the knee. + +The shortest warrior in that dance, + Was little Mimmering Tan; +He was among that heathenish throng + The only Christian man. + + + + +EPIGRAMS + + +Honesty + + +No wonder honesty’s a lasting article, +Seeing that people seldom use a particle. + + + +A Politician + + +He served his God in such a fashion +As ne’er put Satan in a passion. + + + +The Candle + + +For foolish pastimes oft, full oft, they thee ignite, +I oft a pastime prove for tongues with folly rife; +By wasting of thyself thou yieldest others light, +And I in self same way must use my luckless life. + + + + +EPIGRAM ON HIMSELF +BY WESSEL + + +He ate, and drank, and slip-shod went, +Was ever grieving and misgiving; +For nothing fit, nor competent, +At last not even fit for living. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26793.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26793.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a2b418009b39419afd36349950bfbebd41f627ca --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26793.txt @@ -0,0 +1,576 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1914 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + +THE EXPEDITION TO +BIRTING’S LAND +AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1914 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +THE EXPEDITION TO BIRTING’S LAND + + +The King he o’er the castle rules, + He rules o’er all the land; +O’er many a hardy hero too, + With naked sword in hand. + +Let the courtier govern his steed, + The boor his thatchèd cot, +But Denmark’s King o’er castles rules, + For nobler is his lot. + +King Diderik sits on Brattingsborg, + And round he looks with pride: +“No one I know of in the world + Would me in fight abide.” + +Then answered Brand Sir Viferlin, + Had been in many a land: +“Methinks I know a warrior stout + Would thee in fight withstand. + +“He’s Ifald call’d, a king is he, + In Birting’s land afar; +And he has fellows following him + With savage wolves who war. + +“O he has fellows following him + ’Gainst teeth of bears who fight; +The food in which he most delights + Is flesh of Christian wight. + +“Every day in the East that dawns + His mouth he’s wont to cool +With serpents, toads, and other filth, + That come from the hellish pool.” + +As Ifald sat on his throne that day + He thus was heard to cry: +“Let some one bid my little foot page + To come to me instantly. + +“Now list to me, thou little foot page, + On my errand thee I’ll send +Unto the King of Brattingsborg, + To whom I am no friend. + +“Tell him that he must tribute pay, + Or for bloody war prepare; +Forsooth if him in the field I meet + I him will little spare.” + +Then answered straight the little foot page + And a gallant answer he gave: +“My Lord thy message I’ll carry forth, + Though they lay me in my grave.” + +In came he, the little foot page, + And stood before the board: +“Now list to me, King Diderik, + My master has sent you word. + +“Either tribute thou shalt pay, + As thou didst last year agree, +Or thou shalt meet us in the field, + And bloodshed there shall be.” + +“I will not tribute pay, forsooth, + I scorn to stoop so low; +Nay, rather unto Birting’s land + With sword unsheathed I go.” + +Then answer’d Vitting Helfredson, + And loud he laughed with glee: +“If ye fare this year into Birting’s land + I too of the troop shall be. + +“Last year wast thou in Birting’s land, + And there didst lose thy steed; +Thou hadst better stay in Brattingsborg + Than again seek Birting’s mead.” + +“On me, if I stay in Brattingsborg, + Be every malison; +If I have no horse on which to ride + I have legs on which to run.” + +There rode out from Brattingsborg + So many a knight renown’d; +The rocks were split ’neath the coursers’ feet, + And quaked the startled ground. + +There rode forth King Diderik, + The lion upon his shield; +And there too glittered the golden crown + So far across the field. + +There rode Vidrik Verlandson, + The hammer and tongs he bore; +And there rode good King Esmer’s sons, + All men of wondrous power. + +There rode the rich Count Rodengard, + A warrior stout and fine; +And there rode King Sir Sigfred, who + Displayed a monarch’s sign. + +Then followed Siward Snarenswayne, + With many arrows white; +And then came Brand Sir Viferlin, + Who never fled from fight. + +And next rode Hero Hogen, + He looked a rose so brave; +And then rode Folker Spillemand, + In his hand a naked glaive. + +Then rode the bold young Ulf Van Yern, + A glorious horse upon; +Behind him young Sir Humble rode, + And then Sir Sigfredson. + +And then rode Gunther and Gernot, + With arrow on bended bow; +And there rode Sonne Tolkerson, + With courage upon his brow. + +There rode the little Grimmer, + In golden acton dight; +And there rode Seyer the active, + Who yields to none in might. + +And then came master Hildebrand, + As though to his courser fixt; +The stalwart friar Alsing rode + The ancient hero next. + +There rode Orm the Ungarswayne, + So bold of heart was he; +So joyous were they every one, + And sure of victory. + +Out galloped they all from Brattingsborg, + As fast as they could speed; +But Vitting bold came running behind, + Because he had no steed. + +It was hardy Angelfyr, + To Grimselin he cried: +“O, he must on his bare legs run + Who has no horse to ride!” + +And still ran Vitting, and still ran he, + Till with wrath he nigh was wode; +Then he struck a warrior from his horse + And sat himself on, and rode. + +It was Sir King Diderik, + He back a glance did throw: +“O yonder I see the courtier ride + Who on foot was wont to go. + +“Here thou, Vitting Helfredson, + Thou art a warrior bold; +Thou shalt hie forward to Birting’s land, + And demand the tribute gold. + +“With thee shall Vidrik Verlandson, + And Diderik knight of Bern; +Of all my troop they are best at blows, + And most for battle yearn.” + +They set themselves upon their steeds, + And away they rode like wind; +The knights they roared, and their steeds they gored, + For wroth were they in mind. + +The watchman stood on the battlement + From whence he far could see: +“Yonder I warriors three espy + Who wrathful seem to be. + +“The one is Vitting Helfredson + Who lost his steed last year; +That a rugged guest he’ll prove to us + We have full cause to fear. + +“The second is Vidrik Verlandson, + As the tongs and hammer shew; +The third is Diderik Van Bern, + All warriors good, I trow.” + +They left their steeds in the castle yard, + To the castle strode they in; +Then might each man by their faces see + A fray would soon begin. + +Upon the porter they laid their hands, + And him to pieces hew’d; +Then in they strode to the high, high hall, + And before the King they stood. + +Then up rose Ifald the King in rage, + And thus the King did cry: +“O, whence are come the ill-starr’d loons + Before my board I spy?” + +Then answered the skinker of the King, + Who skinkèd wine and mead: +“Our sharp spears, if we ply them well, + Will drive them out with speed.” + +It was Vitting Helfredson, + By the beard the skinker has ta’en; +He smote him a blow the ear below, + Which dashed out half his brain. + +He flung the dead corse on the board, + And a merry jest had he: +“Who’ll taste,” said Vitting Helfredson, + “This precious roast for me?” + +Then forth stepped Diderik Van Bern, + And, brandishing his glaive, +He hewed upon King Ifald’s head, + And him to the navel clave. + +And forth stepped Vidrik Verlandson, + And round began to hew; +Heads and arms were smitten off + As round and round he flew. + +In came King Ifald’s mother grey, + With an eldritch scream she came; +I tell to ye in verity + There ensued a wondrous game. + +Vitting struck her with his sword, + A very fearful stroke; +But she kissed asunder the good sword, + Into pieces three it broke. + +With a single kiss of the witch’s mouth + Was shivered the trusty sword; +Vitting the hag by the weazand seized, + Without a single word. + +The beldame changed herself to a crane, + And flew to the clouds on high; +But Vitting donned a feather robe, + And pursued her through the sky. + +They flew for a day, they flew for three, + Bold Vitting and the crane; +Then Vitting seized the crane by the legs, + And her body rent in twain. + +Homeward now, with sword in hand, + The valiant comrades wended: +All the Birting kemps are dead, + And the adventure ended. + + + + +THE SINGING MARINER +_A Ballad from the Spanish_ + + +Who will ever have again, +On the land or on the main, +Such a chance as happen’d to +Count Arnaldos long ago. + +With his falcon in his hand, +Forth he went along the strand; +There he saw a galley gay, +Briskly bearing for the bay. + +Ask me not her name and trade,— +All the sails of silk were made; +He who steer’d the ship along +Raised his voice, and sang a song. + +Sang a song whose magic force +Calm’d the breaker in its course; +While the fishes, sore amazed, +Left their holes and upward gazed. + +And the fowl came flocking fast, +Round the summit of the mast; +Still he sang to wind and wave: +“God preserve my vessel brave! + +“Guard her from the rocks that grow +’Mid the sullen deep below; +From the gust, and from the breeze, +Sweeping through Gibtarek’s seas. + +“From the gulf of Venice too, +With its shoals and waters blue; +Where the mermaid chants her hymn, +Borne upon the billow’s brim.” + +Forward stept Arnaldos bold, +Thus he spake, as I am told: +“Teach me, sailor, I entreat, +Yonder song that sounds so sweet.” + +But the sailor shook his head, +Shook it thrice, and briefly said: +“Never will I teach the strain +But to him who ploughs the main.” + + + + +YOUTH’S SONG IN SPRING + + +O, scarcely is Spring a time of pure bliss, + He is wrong who full trust thereon layeth; +From many it may +Take sorrow away, + But to many it trouble conveyeth. + +O, when every thing is as joyous in Spring, + As in heaven, that never is dreary; +’Tis a grievous case +If one mournful must pace, + And cannot be also merry! + + + + +THE NIGHTINGALE +_Translated from the Danish_ + + +In midnight’s calm hour the Nightingale sings + Of freedom, of love, and delight; +Come, haste to the grove where melody rings, + ’Tis Philomel’s notes that invite. +A fowler attentively follows her there, +Resolv’d for his victim to spread out a snare: +_Think_, _girls_, _of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_! + +In ambush his nets he carefully brings, + Glad innocence feels no alarm; +Unguarded her flight—’midst danger she wings— + And falls into sorrowful harm. +Alas! she is silent, and full of despair, +He glides away quick with his treasure so rare: +_Think_, _girls_, _of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_! + +A beautiful cage adorns his fair prize, + In hope that for him she will sing; +But Freedom, that wafted her notes to the skies, + Bore Gladness away on its wing. +Thus you, Philomela, resemble the fair, +And we, we delight in the love that we share: +_O_, _think of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_! + + + + +LINES + + +Say from what mine took Love the yellow gold + To form those tresses? from what thorn-bush tore + Those roses sleek? and from what summit bore +That stainless snow which seems no longer cold? + + + + +MORNING SONG +_Nu rinder Solen op_ + + +From Eastern quarters now + The sun’s up-wandering, +His rays on the rock’s brow + And hill’s side squandering. +Be glad, my soul! and sing amidst thy pleasure, + Fly from the house of dust, + Up with thy thanks, and trust +To heaven’s azure! + +O, countless as the grains + Of sand so tiny, +Measureless as the main’s + Deep waters briny, +God’s mercy is, which He upon me showereth. + Each morning in my shell, + A grace immeasurable +To me down-poureth. + +Thou best dost understand, + Lord God! my needing; +And placed is in Thy hand + My fortune’s speeding, +And Thou foresee’st what is for me most fitting. + Be still, then, O my soul! + To manage in the whole +Thy God permitting. + +May fruit the land array, + And corn for eating! +May truth e’er make its way, + With justice meeting! +Give thou to me my share with every other, + ’Till down my staff I lay, + And from this world away +Wend to another! + + + + +FROM THE FRENCH + + +This world by fools is occupied, + And whom the sight of a fool displeases, +Within his chamber himself should hide, + And break his looking-glass to pieces. + + + + +THE MORNING WALK + + +To the beech grove with so sweet an air + It beckon’d me. +O, Earth! that never the cruel plough-share + Had furrow’d thee! +In their dark shelter the flowerets grew, + Bright to the eye, +And smil’d by my foot on the cloudlets blue, + Which deck’d the sky. + +To the wood through a field I took my way; + There I could see +On the field an uppil’d stone-heap lay, + ’Twixt hillocks three; +So anciently grayly white it stood, + An oblong ring: +Here doubtless was held in the old time good + A royal Ting. + +The royal stone, which there doth stand, + The Stol-king press’d, +With crown on head, and sceptre in hand, + In sables drest. +And every warrior solemnly pac’d + Peaceful in thought, +And down on his stone himself calmly plac’d— + No sword he brought. + +The king’s house stood on yonder height, + With walls of power; +On yon had his daughter, the damsel bright, + Her maiden bower. +Upon the third the temple stood, + Through the North famed wide, +Where to Thor was offered the he-goat’s blood, + In reeking tide. + +O, lovely field! and forest fair, + And meads grass-clad; +Her bride-bed Freya every where + Enamelled had. +The corn-flowers rose in azure band + From earthly cell; +Nought else could I do but stop and stand, + And greet them well. + +Welcome on earth’s green breast again, + Ye flowerets dear! +In spring how charming ’mid the grain + Your heads ye rear. +Like stars ’midst lightning’s yellow ray + Ye shine red, blue: +O, how your summer aspect gay + Delights my view. + +O poet! poet! silence keep, + God help thy case: +Our owner holds us sadly cheap, + And scorns our race. +Each time he sees, he calls us scum, + Or worthless tares; +Hell-weeds that but to vex him come + ’Midst his corn-ears. + +The greatest grace done for our sake + In all his life, +Is from his pocket deep to take + His huge clasp knife; +And heavy handful then to cut, + ’Midst grumbling much— +Us with tobacco leaves to put + In seal-skin pouch. + +He says, he says, that smoked this way, + We dross of the field, +To the world by chance, by poor chance, may + Some benefit yield; +But as for our beauty, our blue and red hues, + ’Tis folly indeed— +The mouth is his only test of use, + And that’s his creed. + +O wretched mortals!—O wretched man! + O wretched crowd!— +No pleasures ye pluck—no pleasures ye plan + In life’s lone road:— +Whose eyes are blind to the glories great + Of the works of God; +And dream that the mouth is the nearest gate + To joy’s abode. + +Come flowers! for we to each other belong, + Come graceful elf, +And around my lute in sympathy strong + Now wind thyself; +And quake as if mov’d by zephyr’s wing, + ’Neath the clang of the chord, +And a morning song with glee we’ll sing + To our Maker and Lord! + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26796.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26796.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe98a12f9d05685155f805a3c9a8f328f771d7f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26796.txt @@ -0,0 +1,173 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Stephen Blundell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + NO SECT + + IN + + HEAVEN. + + + PUBLISHED BY + H. LONGSTRETH, + 1336 CHESTNUT ST. + + 1861. + + + + +NO SECT IN HEAVEN. + + + Talking of sects till late one eve, + Of the various doctrines the saints believe, + That night I stood in a troubled dream, + By the side of a darkly flowing stream. + + And a "Churchman" down to the river came: + When I heard a strange voice call his name, + "Good father, stop; when you cross this tide + You must leave your robes on the other side." + + But the aged father did not mind, + And his long gown floated out behind, + As down to the stream his way he took, + His pale hands clasping a gilt-edged book. + + "I'm bound for heaven, and when I'm there, + I shall want my book of Common Prayer; + And though I put on a starry crown, + I should feel quite lost without my gown." + + Then he fixed his eye on the shining track, + But his gown was heavy, and held him back, + And the poor old father tried in vain + A single step in the flood to gain. + + I saw him again on the other side, + But his silk gown floated on the tide; + And no one asked in that blissful spot, + Whether he belonged to "_the_ Church" or not. + + Then down to the river a Quaker strayed, + His dress of a sober hue was made; + "My coat and hat must be all of gray, + I cannot go any other way." + + Then he buttoned his coat straight up to his chin, + And staidly, solemnly, waded in, + And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down tight + Over his forehead, so cold and white. + + But a strong wind carried away his hat; + A moment he silently sighed over that, + And then, as he gazed to the farther shore, + The coat slipped off, and was seen no more. + + As he entered heaven, his suit of gray + Went quietly sailing--away--away, + And none of the angels questioned him + About the width of his beaver's brim. + + Next came Dr. Watts, with a bundle of Psalms + Tied nicely up in his aged arms, + And hymns as many, a very wise thing, + That the people in heaven, "all round," might sing. + + But I thought that he heaved an anxious sigh, + As he saw that the river ran broad and high, + And looked rather surprised as, one by one, + The Psalms and Hymns in the wave went down. + + And after him, with his MSS., + Came Wesley, the pattern of godliness, + But he cried, "Dear me, what shall I do? + The water has soaked them through and through." + + And there on the river, far and wide, + Away they went down the swollen tide, + And the saint astonished, passed through alone, + Without his manuscripts, up to the throne. + + Then, gravely walking, two saints by name, + Down to the stream together came, + But as they stopped at the river's brink, + I saw one saint from the other shrink. + + "Sprinkled or plunged, may I ask you, friend, + How you attained to life's great end?" + "_Thus_, with a few drops on my brow." + "But _I_ have been dipped, as you'll see me now. + + "And I really think it will hardly do, + As I'm 'close communion,' to cross with you; + You're bound, I know, to the realms of bliss, + But you must go that way, and I'll go this." + + Then straightway plunging with all his might, + Away to the left--his friend at the right, + Apart they went from this world of sin, + But at last together they entered in. + + And now, when the river was rolling on, + A Presbyterian church went down; + Of women there seemed an innumerable throng, + But the men I could count as they passed along. + + And concerning the road they could never agree, + The _old_ or the _new_ way, which it could be, + Nor ever a moment paused to think + That both would lead to the river's brink. + And a sound of murmuring long and loud + Came ever up from the moving crowd, + "You're in the old way, and I'm in the new, + That is the false, and this is the true,"-- + Or, "I'm in the old way, and you're in the new, + _That_ is the false, and _this_ is the true." + + But the _brethren_ only seemed to speak, + Modest the sisters walked, and meek, + And if ever one of then chanced to say + What troubles she met with on the way, + How she longed to pass to the other side, + Nor feared to cross over the swelling tide, + A voice arose from the brethren then: + "Let no one speak but the 'holy men;' + For have ye not heard the words of Paul, + 'Oh, let the women keep silence all?'" + + I watched them long in my curious dream, + Till they stood by the borders of the stream; + Then, just as I thought, the two ways met, + But all the brethren were talking yet, + And would talk on, till the heaving tide + Carried them over, side by side; + Side by side, for the way was one, + The toilsome journey of life was done, + And priest and Quaker, and all who died, + Came out alike on the other side. + No forms, or crosses, or books had they, + No gowns of silk, or suits of gray, + No creeds to guide them, or MSS., + For all had put on Christ's righteousness. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26802.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26802.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..26164e3a0f48f4038cdae5546600c014603d0726 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26802.txt @@ -0,0 +1,570 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet, email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + KING DIDERIK + AND THE FIGHT BETWEEN THE + LION AND DRAGON + + + AND OTHER BALLADS + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +KING DIDERIK AND THE LION’S FIGHT WITH THE DRAGON + + +From Bern rode forth King Diderik, + A stately warrior form; +Engaged in fray he found in the way + A lion and laidly worm. {5} + +They fought for a day, they fought for two, + But ere the third was flown, +The worm outfought the beast, and brought + To earth the lion down. + +Then cried the lion in his need + When he the warrior saw: +“O aid me quick, King Diderik, + To ’scape the Dragon’s claw. + +“O aid me quick, King Diderik, + For the mighty God thou fearest; +A lion save for the lion brave, + Which on thy shield thou bearest. + +“Come to my rescue, thou noble King, + Help, help me for thy name; +Upon thy targe I stand at large, + Glittering like a flame.” + +Long, long stood he, King Diderik, + Deep musing thereupon; +At length he cried: “Whate’er betide + I’ll help thee, noble one.” + +It was Sir King Diderik, + His good sword bare he made: +With courage fraught, the worm he fought, + Till blood tinged all the blade. + +The gallant lord would not delay + So fast his blows he dealt; +He hacked and gored until his sword + Was sundered at the hilt. + +The Lindworm took him upon her back, + The horse beneath her tongue; +To her mountain den she hurried then + To her eleven young. + +The horse she cast before her young, + The man in a nook she throws: +“Assuage your greed upon the steed, + But I will to repose. + +“I pray ye feed upon the steed, + At present no more I can; +When I upleap, refreshed, from sleep, + We’ll feast upon the man.” + +It was Sir King Diderik, + In the hill he searched around; +Then, helped by the Lord, the famous sword + Called Adelring he found. + +Aye there he found so sharp a sword, + And a knife with a golden heft: +“King Sigfred be God’s grace with thee, + For here thy life was reft! + +“I’ve been with thee in many a fight, + In many an inroad too, +But that thy doom had been in this tomb + I never, never knew.” + +It was Sir King Diderik, + Would prove the faulchion’s might; +He hewed upon the flinty stone + ’Till all around was light. + +It was the youngest Lindworm saw + The sparks the hill illume: +“Who dares awake the fiery snake + In her own sleeping room?” + +The Lindworm gnashed its teeth with rage, + Its grinning fangs it show’d: +“Who dares awake the mother snake + Within her own abode?” + +Then spake the other little ones, + From the dark nooks of the hill: +“If from her sleep the old one leap, + ’Twill fare with thee but ill.” + +Then answered Sir King Diderik, + His eyes with fury gleam: +“I will awake your mother snake + With chilly, chilly dream. + +“Your mother she King Sigfred slew, + A man of noble line; +I’ll on ye all avenge his fall + With this good hand of mine.” + +And then awaked the Lindworm old, + And on her fell such fear: +“Who thus with riot disturbs my quiet? + What noise is this I hear?” + +Then said King Diderik: “’Tis I, + And this have I to say: +O’er hill and dale, ’neath thy crooked tail, + Thou brought’st me yesterday.” + +“O hew me not, King Diderik, + I’ll give thee all my hoard; +’Twere best that we good friends should be, + So cast away thy sword.” + +“I pay no trust to thy false device, + Befool me thou wouldst fain; +Full many hast thou destroyed ere now, + Thou never shalt again.” + +“Hear me, Sir King Diderik, + Forbear to do me ill, +And thee I’ll guide to thy plighted bride, + She’s hidden in the hill. + +“Above by my head, King Diderik, + Is hung the little key; +Below by my feet to the maiden sweet + Descend thou fearlessly.” + +“Above by thy head, thou serpent curst, + To begin I now intend; +Below by thy feet, as is full meet, + I soon shall make an end.” + +Then first the laidly worm he slew, + And then her young he smote; +But in vain did he try from the mountain to fly, + For tongues of snakes thrust out. + +So then with toil in the rocky soil + He dug a trench profound, +That in the flood of serpent blood + And bane he might not be drowned. + +Then bann’d the good King Diderik, + On the lion he wroth became: +“Bann’d, bann’d,” said he, “may the lion be, + Confusion be his and shame.” + +“With subtle thought the brute has brought + On me this grievous risk; +Which I ne’er had seen had he not been + Graved on my buckler’s disc.” + +And when the gallant lion heard + The King bewail his hap: +“Stand fast, good lord,” the lion roared, + “While with my claws I scrap.” + +The lion scrapp’d, King Diderik hewed, + Bright sparks the gloom relieved; +Unless the beast had the knight released + He’d soon to death have grieved. + +So when he had slain the laidly worm, + And her offspring all had kill’d; +Escaped the knight to the morning light, + With heavy cuirass and shield. + +And when he had now come out of the hill + For his gallant courser he sighed; +With reason good he trust him could, + For they had each other tried. + +“O there’s no need to bewail the steed, + Which thou, Sir King, hast miss’d; +I am thy friend, my back ascend, + And ride where’er thou list.” + +So he rode o’er the deepest dales, + And o’er the verdant meads; +The knight he rode, the lion strode, + Through the dim forest glades. + +The lion and King Diderik + Together thenceforth remain; +Each death had braved, and the other saved + From peril sore and pain. + +Where’er King Diderik rode in the fields + The lion beside him sped; +When on the ground the knight sat down + In his bosom he laid his head. + +Wherefore they call him the lion knight + With fame that name he bore; +Their love so great did ne’er abate + Until their dying hour. + + + + +DIDERIK AND OLGER THE DANE + + +With his eighteen brothers Diderik stark + Dwells in the hills of Bern; +And each I wot twelve sons has got, + For manly feats they yearn. + +He has twelve sisters, each of them + A dozen sons can show; +Thirteen the youngest, gallant lads, + Of fear who nothing know. + +To stand before the King a crowd + Of giant bodies move; +I say to ye forsooth their heads + O’ertopped the beechen grove. + +“With knights of pride we war have plied + For many, many a year; +Of Olger, who in Denmark reigns, + Such mighty things we hear. + +“Men talk so fain of Olger Dane + Who dwells in Jutland’s fields; +Crowned is his head with gold so red, + No tribute us he yields.” + +Then Swerting took a mace, and shook + That mace right furiously: +“From ten times ten of Olger’s men + I would not look to flee!” + +“Hark, Swerting, hark, of visage dark, + Esteem them not so little; +I’d have thee ken that Olger’s men + Are knights of gallant mettle. + +“They feel no fright for faulchions, + For arrows no dismay; +The desperate fight is their delight, + They deem it children’s play.” + +Then cried the mighty man of Bern, + When pondered long had he: +“To Denmark we will wend, and learn + At home if Olger be.” + +They took their route from Berner land, + They eighteen thousand were; +King Olger good they visit would, + And to Denmark all repair. + +A messenger by Diderik sent + To Danish Olger goes: +“Say, will ye tribute pay to us, + Or with us bandy blows?” + +Then full of wrath King Olger grew, + Such speech he could not bear: +“Let Diderik meet us on the wold, + We’ll battle with him there. + +“Tribute to pay each Dane would scorn, + He’s wont himself to take it; +Our tribute ye will like but ill, + If ye come here to seek it.” + +His kemps then gathering in a ring + The news to them he told: +“Bern’s haughty lord has sent us word + That he’ll have tribute-gold. + +“He’ll either tribute have, or hold + With us a bloody feud; +But the first King he will not be + We have this year subdued.” + +Then cried in scorn a kempion good, + King Diderik’s envoy to: +“To waste our home if Berners come + They all hence out won’t go.” + +Soon as the news he heard, full glad + Was Ulf Van Yern, and gay; +Then laughed outright bold Hogen knight: + “Too long do they delay.” + +It was Vidrik Verlandson, + High beat with joy his heart; +Then said amain Orm Ungerswayne: + “To meet them let us start.” + +“The first man I’ll be in the van,” + Sir Ivor Blue he cried: +“Nor shall ye say that I was last,” + Sir Kulden Gray replied. + +King Olger on the verdant wold + With Diderik battle join’d; +To fight they went, no jest they meant, + So wroth were they in mind. + +Endured for three long days the fray, + And flinch would neither side; +To help his lord each Dane his sword + In desperation plied. + +Down ran the blood, like raging flood + Which ’neath steep hills doth pour; +Then tribute they were forced to pay + Who tribute asked before. + +Rose in the sky the blood-reek high, + And dimmed the lustrous sun; +’Twas sad to spy the brave men lie + So thick the earth upon. + +In gore lay thick both men and steeds, + Dear friends were parted there; +All did not laugh the feast who sought, + Too hot they found the fare. + +Now tamer grown, the Berner Jutt + Thought thus himself within: +“Of us a hundred scarce remain, + We cannot hope to win.” + +Then took he to his heels and ran, + Not often back looked he; +To say good night forgot Swerting quite, + For Bern, for Bern they flee. + +Then Diderik turned him with a shout + That shook the vaulted skies: +“Bern, Bern’s the place for us, I guess, + For here no refuge lies!” + +Then answered ’neath the green hill’s side + The son of Verland keen: +“Ye and your host will little boast + Ye have in Denmark been.” + +Full eighteen thousand knights were they + When out they marched from Bern; +Wounded and worn but seventy-five + With drooping crests, return. + + + + +OLGER THE DANE AND BURMAN + + +Burman in the mountain holds, + Makes his shield shine brightly there; +A message he sends to Iceland’s King, + For he has a daughter fair. + +“Hear, good King of Iceland, hear, + Hear what now I say to thee: +Give to me thy daughter fair, + And divide thy land with me. + +“Either yield thy daughter fair, + And divide with me thy land, +Or the warrior good prepare + Who in fight can me withstand.” + +“I have daughter none but one, + Damsel Gloriant her they call; +To King Carvel she’s betrothed, + And in him my trust is all. + +“I have given her to a King + And King Carvel hight is he; +If he fail to defend the maid, + Then thy booty she shall be.” + +’Twas the King of Iceland good, + To his daughter’s bower he goes; +And the Damsel Gloriant + To receive him gently rose. + +“Hear, all dearest daughter mine, + For I bring thee tidings new; +Burman in the mountain holds, + He would win thee and doth woo. + +“Burman is a kempion dour, + And of jesting nought he knows; +He will surely have thee soon, + If no warrior him oppose.” + +It was Damsel Gloriant, + Silent would no longer stand: +“In our tower a prisoner is + Who will Burman take in hand.” + +It was Damsel Gloriant, + Her blue mantle o’er her threw; +Swiftly to the prison tower, + Where the prisoners lay she flew. + +It was Damsel Gloriant, + ’Bove the prisoners all she cried: +“Hear thou, Olger good, the Dane, + Have thy legs yet power to stride? + +“Art thou living, Olger Dane? + I have something to impart; +There is a trold for me that lusts, + And that trold is Burman swart. + +“I’ll not wed the filthy guest, + I’m betrothed to Christian knight; +I to thee will subject be + If thou conquer him in fight.” + +“Here I’ve lain for fifteen years, + All in chains and bondage hard; +Blessings on thee, Gloriant, + That to me thou hast repaired. + +“Here for fifteen years I’ve lain, + Borne fierce hunger-pangs, and thirst; +I’m not able now to wage + Fight as I was able erst.” + +“Hear thou me, good Olger Dane, + Save me from my peril, save; +Ere I take the ugly trold + I would fling me in my grave. + +“Burman is fierce, his horse is wild + I to thee will tell forsooth, +I have heard and been assured + That he bites with wolfish tooth. + +“Nothing, nothing will he eat + But the flesh of Christian men; +And nothing, nothing, will he drink + But human blood mixt up with bane.” + +“Thy father means a gallant man, + King Carvel to share thy bed; +Can he not hold thee from the trold, + That thou unto me hast sped? + +“Blessings on thee, Gloriant, + That thou didst upon me think, +With Burman I will break a lance + If thou give me good meat and drink. + +“Canst thou procure my horse again, + My good sword and hauberk tried? +Then for thy sake it will be, + I a course with him will ride. + +“Carvel is my stall-brother true, + To his ears ’twill doubtless come; +Rather would I lose my life + Than the fiend should bear thee home.” + +“The best food which thou shalt choose + I for thee will straight provide; +And I will give thee thy steed again, + Which thou lovest best to ride. + +“I will give thee the strongest sword + E’er that armed a warrior’s side; +Give thee too a faulchion hard, + Well thereon thou may’st confide.” + +Olger from the tower they took, + Garments for him have they wrought; +They sat him highest at the board, + And rich meats for him they brought. + +Burman riding came to court, + Thought to bear the maid away; +Olger the Dane against him rode, + And soon found him rougher play. + +For two days they stoutly fought, + As the third towards evening drew +Down upon a stone they sat, + They their strength would there renew. + +Then the valiant Burman kemp, + To the Danish Olger said: +“Quarter I will grant, if thou + Wilt believe in Mahommed.” + +Little could brook that, Olger the Dane, + On his foe fierce looks he bent: +“When thou dwell in blackest hell + Say by Olger thou wast sent.” + +Up then leapt the kempions twain, + ’Gainst each other rode anew; +Then asunder went their helms, + And afar their faulchions flew. + +They fought so long, they fought so hard, + That their strength was well-nigh flown; +Slain at length was Burman Kemp, + Dead to earth fell Burman down. + +Olger to the Damsel rode: + “Thou mayst take thy plighted knight, +For I have with my good sword + Slain the foul and poisonous sprite.” + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_ + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{5} Dragon. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26803.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26803.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2cf44d0c7aa6af1344fc663f5dce31828133b99c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26803.txt @@ -0,0 +1,288 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + KING HACON’S DEATH + AND + BRAN AND THE BLACK DOG + + + TWO BALLADS + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +KING HACON’S DEATH + + +And now has happened in our day + What was in ancient time foretold: +Beneath his hand all Norroway’s land + Has Hacon brought, the wise and bold. + +Full many a warrior summons he + From all the country far and near; +To Scotland’s realm, with shield and helm, + Across the sea the King will steer. + +As many as sword and helm can bear + With him must sail across the foam; +All of fit age must follow their liege, + Those who are not may tarry at home. + +It was Hacon, Norroway’s King, + Survey’d the gallant band with pride: +“I’m missing one—my Andfindson, + O where does Olaf the stripling bide?” + +Then answer’d him the little footboy, + Not far that stood from the Monarch’s knee: +“Olaf, my Lord, will come on board + As soon as weigh’d the anchors be.” + +Then out they stood from Bergen town, + And out from Bergen’s mole, I trow; +Silk is the sail they spread in the gale, + Painted with blue is the deck below. + +“Now Magnus hear, my son so dear, + At home I tell thee thou must stay: +Aarhus to ward and Bergen to guard, + For the keys of Norroway’s land are they.” + +“Listen all dearest father mine, + Recall thy word I entreat of thee; +To rule rough earls and Norroway churls + Too ignorant far and too young I be.” + +“Then clothe thee straight and clothe thee well, + Since thou wilt follow me, my child: +But much I fear thou can’st not bear + The toss of the sea and its billows wild.” + +So out they stood from Bergen town, + And ’twas at fall of evening grey; +The folk on the shore they griev’d full sore + As that brave armament sail’d away. + +And when they came to Lindeness, + And the mounting billow the sail bespray’d, +In the breeze so fair the ship stood there + As though to the bottom it fast were made. + +Then said the King as he lean’d upon + His trusty faulchion’s hilt of gold: +“I’m here in the dark, is there any clerk + Or layman here can this thing unfold?” + +Then out spoke Nilaus Noderness, + As a glance he flung upon the deep: +“Doom’d men on board, have we my Lord, + The truth from thee I cannot keep.” + +It was our Norroway Hacon then + Thereat so sorely troubled grew: +“I’m missing one, my Andfindson, + Why meets not Olaf his father’s view?” + +Then answer’d him the little footboy, + As apart he stood from the Norway King: +“Beneath the deck lies Olaf sick, + And much I fear he’s suffering.” + +It was Hacon the Norway King + To visit Olaf with speed he goes: +“What cheer, what cheer, my Olaf dear? + Thy state to thy father straight disclose.” + +“I feel no rest within my breast, + Methinks my very heart will rend: +Would God, the King of all, would bring + This horrible night to a speedy end.” + +They watched o’er Olaf Andfindson, + They watched o’er Olaf long nights twain; +And Hacon I say, of Norroway, + By watching thus his death did gain. + +It was Olaf Andfindson, + He yielded up his gentle sprite; +’Twas Hacon grey of Norroway + Before him held the big wax light. + +O then King Hacon distrest he grew, + The stripling’s corse he would not leave: +He pin’d away and sick he lay, + His hoary Counsellors how they grieve. + +“Cheer up,” they said. “We’ve fought and bled, + And almost won these foreign shores; +But if thou now from us should’st go + A sad and dreary fate were ours.” + +“My time is come, I can’t survive; + Write ye my testament, I pray, +When I am gone do ye see done + What with my dying breath I say: + +“My son, King Magnus, I advise + Ever the law of God to heed; +Justice above all things to love, + And well, full well, with him ’twill speed. + +“Priests and widows let him defend, + And his reign, I trow, will not be brief; +The outlaw crew let him pursue, + And hang unpitying every thief. + +“These are the first things I request, + And now I’ll crave another thing; +Ye’ll bury me with my ancestry + In our Lady’s Church as beseems your King.” + +To Bergen’s shore came tidings o’er + Which made the hearts of the dauntless faint: +“Hacon is dead, our regal head, + Relation near to Olaf Saint.” + +In Orkney isle expir’d the King, + On a Thursday morning that befell; +’Twas Pentecost when the King they lost, + The mighty King whom they lov’d so well. + +From high Kirkwall now sail’d they all, + And to Bergen o’er their course they ply; +They laid in grave the Monarch brave, + In the spot where the Monarch wish’d to lie. + +A braver heart ne’er play’d a part, + And never shone in Minstrel’s lay; +No King on earth can vie in worth + With Hacon the Good of Norroway. + + + + +BRAN AND THE BLACK DOG + + +The day we went to the hills to chase + Of dogs we had a brave company; +There heard we the songs of the feather’d race, + The blare of the elk, and the roebuck’s cry. + +In the hills we had no common sport, + With our dogs and our arms many deer we slew; +When at noon we return’d to our silvan court, + We were a well-pleas’d, laughing crew. + +That night the house of the Fenian king + With a band of joyous guests was fill’d; +The manner we sang, whilst we plied the string, + In which the buck and the elk we kill’d. + +The valiant Finn arose next day, + Just as the sun rose above the foam; +And he beheld up the Lairgo way, + A man clad in red with a black dog come. + +I’ll tell ye what was the stranger’s mien: + His complexion was that of the strawberrie; +White as the canach was his skin, + Though black his hair, as black could be. + +He came up with a lofty gait, + Said not for shelter he sought our doors; +And wanted neither drink nor meat, + But would match his dog ’gainst the best of ours. + +We brought ’gainst that of the stranger youth + The very best dogs within our bounds; +But the stranger dog had a desperate tooth, + And quickly despatch’d for us fifty hounds. + +A strange fight this, the great Finn said, + As he turn’d his face towards his clan; +Then his face with rage grey fiery red, + And he struck with his fist his good dog Bran. + +Bran look’d at his master with much surprise, + That his master should strike him surprise he felt— +“I could hew from the shoulder the hand,” Finn cries, + “With which my dog that blow I dealt.” + +Then Bran he shook his collar of gold, + The mountains echoed with his bay; +His terrible eyes like fire-balls roll’d, + And his mind was bent upon canine fray. + +“Take off from his neck the collar of gold, + Not right for him now such a thing to bear; +And a free good fight we shall behold + Betwixt my dog and his black compeer.” + +Now a likeness I’ll draw of my good dog Bran: + His head was cover’d with shaggy hair, +His breast was broad and its colour tan, + His houghs were crook’d, his quarters square. + +Four yellow feet had he I ween, + His sides were black but his belly fair; +A tinge of green on his back was seen, + Of blood-red ears he’d a pointed pair. + +The dogs their noses together placed, + Then their blood was scatter’d on every side; +Desperate the fight, and the fight did last + ’Till the brave black dog in Bran’s gripe died. + +“O sure was I,” did Ossian cry, + From the pillar of the dogs with stern delight, +“There was no dog in the Finn country + Could inflict upon Bran the mortal bite. + +“O Bran was a stag-hound Morong bred, + And possess’d each canine guile and sleight; +There was no dog in leash e’er led + Could consign our dog to the Western height. + +“There’s many a damsel, heavenly bright, + With azure eye and yellow hair, +In the land of the son of King Torc this night + Would be proud with my dog her supper to share.” + +A grave the valiant hero made + For his good black dog in the field’s green breast; +Full fifty dogs the Fenians laid + To the pibroch’s blast in the hill to the west. + +We went to the dwelling of high MacCuol, + With the king to drink, and dice, and throw; +The king was joyous, his hall was full, + Though empty and dark this night I trow. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26805.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26805.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0d2adcfa3173283122a8d4301ff6880895050a59 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26805.txt @@ -0,0 +1,605 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + LITTLE ENGEL + A BALLAD + WITH A SERIES OF + EPIGRAMS FROM THE PERSIAN + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + + + +LITTLE ENGEL. + + +It was the little Engel, he + So handsome was and gay; +To Upland rode he on a tide + And bore a maid away. + +In ill hour he to Upland rode + And made a maid his prize; +The first night they together lay + Was down by Vesteryse. + +It was the little Engel he + Awoke at black midnight, +And straight begins his dream to state + In terror and affright. + +“Methought the wolf-whelp and his dam, + The laidly she-wolf gray, +Tore out my heart, and twixt their teeth + Did hold it as I lay.” + +“That thou dream’st little Engel thus + Can cause slight wonderment, +When me thou’st ta’en by might and main + Nor asked my friends’ consent.” + +In came Solwey Johnsen then + And stood before the table; +He was I ween, a clever lad, + And well to speak was able. + +“Hear thou, my lord, Little Engel, + Rise up and straight begone; +For here Sir Godey Loumand comes + By four ways to the town.” + +“I fear not four, Solwey Johnsen, + Nor five fear I, nor ten! +I fear not Godey Sir Loumand, though + He come with thirty men.” + +“O there are more than four, Sir, + Or five, Sir, or than ten; +Here cometh Godey Sir Loumand with + A hundred armed men.” + +It was the little Engel, he + Took Malfred in his arm: +“Now, dearest heart, some counsel give + May free us from this harm.” + +It was the little Engel, her + Upon the white cheek kiss’d: +“Now do thou hear, my bosom’s dear, + With counsel us assist.” + +“The best advice that I can give + I’ll give thee in this case; +To Mary’s Church we will retire, + They’ll ne’er destroy that place. + +“We’ll gold and silver take, and on + The scale we’ll pile them high; +To-morrow from the Churchmen we + The holy place will buy. + +“Around you call your merry men all + To whom you’ve given bread; +For refuge we to the Kirk will flee + Since we are thus bestead. + +“Do you take all your merry men who + Your coursers’ backs have prest; +We’ll hie us to our Lady’s church, + And set our hearts at rest. + +“That’s the best counsel, love, I know, + A simple woman I; +In Mary’s house we’ll lock ourselves, + And there our foes defy.” + +It was the little Engel, + Into the church he went: +Sir Loumand to beleaguer him + A hundred men has sent. + +Before the kirk his men they lay + Till full five months were past; +It was Godey Sir Loumand + So wrathful grew at last. + +Then spake the mother of little Malfred, + With hate ’gainst her was fill’d: +“The Kirk of Maria burn with fire, + And it with gold rebuild.” + +The fire began to burn, to burn, + The sparkles in they flew; +At that adread was little Malfred, + And ashy pale she grew. + +It was so hot in the Kirk yard when + Abroad the blazes sped; +But in the Kirk still hotter when + In poured the melted lead. + +It was the little Malfred, + So frantic was her mood: +“O let us quick the horses stick, + And cool us with their blood.” + +Then little Engel answer made, + As on the floor he stood: +“But coolness small shall we derive + From our good coursers’ blood.” + +Answered the groom who loved the steeds + As dearly as his breath: +“Ye’d better little Malfred stick, + She well deserveth death.” + +It was the little Engel, + His arms round Malfred twin’d: +“No death hast thou deserved from us, + And none from us shalt find. + +“My little Malfred, do thou hear + What I now say to thee; +If a son this year thou chance to bear, + That son name after me.” + +They placed her on a buckler, + They placed their spears below, +And through the window lifted her + With hearts so full of woe. + +It was the little Malfred round + The church goes staggering now, +Scorched were her scarlet robes, and scorched + The ringlets on her brow. + +It was the little Malfred fell + Upon her white bare knee: +“O may I bear a son this year, + The avenger of this to be.” + +So they the little Malfred took + And in a mantle roll’d, +And sorrowfully lifted her + Upon a courser bold. + +Outspake the little Malfred when + She reached the verdant plain: +“Burnt is our Lady’s house this day, + And burnt so bold a swain. + +“Burnt is our Lady’s house, and burnt + Therein so brave a swain; +His equal till the day of doom + We ne’er shall see again.” + +It happened in the autumn tide, + The autumn of that year, +That she within her secret bower, + A beauteous boy did bear. + +To the holy Kirk they carried him, + They christened him at night; +They called him little Engel, and + Concealed him whilst they might. + +They fostered him for winter one, + And so on, till he grew +The fairest knight beneath the sun + That you did ever view. + +So well he grew and throve until + Seven years had passed away: +“Thy uncle slew thy sire, my boy, + For the first time, that I say.” + +Still with his mother he remained + Till five more years were sped: +“Thy uncle slew thy father, boy,” + He heard most often said. + +“Now do thou hear, my mother dear, + Who sittest clad in pall; +Up under Oe I’ll riding go, + And serve in the Monarch’s hall.” + +“Yes, ride thee hence to Court, and there + To win thee honor try; +Forget not who thy father slew, + For the last time I cry.” + +He served so long at court that he + His friend the Dane King made; +With heavy heart he’d sit apart + Whilst others laugh’d and play’d. + +The Danish King observed at last + He grieved at seasons all: +“Now hear, good youth, I’d know forsooth + Why thou art sorrow’s thrall. + +“Thou grievest like the little bird + The greenwood bough upon; +Thou seemest like the lonely wight + Whose friends are dead and gone.” + +“Now do thou hear, thou King of the Danes, + With grief I down am weigh’d; +My uncle slew my sire of old, + And no atonement made.” + +“If thou wilt up of the country ride, + And well avenge that deed, +As many of my men to thee + I’ll lend, as thou shalt need. + +“If thou’lt avenge thy father’s death, + Thou shalt have fitting aid; +Three hundred of my men to thee + I’ll lend, in steel array’d.” + +It was the little Engel, he + Rides in the greenwood shade; +He marshals there his good men all, + And sets him at their head. + +In haste came in the little footboy, + And stood before the table; +He was I ween a clever lad, + And well to speak was able. + +“Now hear, Sir Godey Loumand, hear, + Arise and straight begone; +Little Engel’s coming with his troop + By four ways to the town. + +“Little Engel’s coming with his troop, + And he’ll be on us soon; +And wroth is he, as wroth can be, + His war-lance scrapes the moon.” + +“At Stevn and Ting, my boy, I’ve been, + And wherever people mingle; +But ne’er, I swear, have I been where + I’ve heard of little Engel.” + +It was Godey Sir Loumand, + He stroked the page’s cheek; +“If thou canst give any good advice, + My pretty footboy, speak.” + +“If I can give any good advice + Most certainly I will; +In your stone bower yourself immure + From the approaching ill. + +“The walls they are of marble stone, + The doors they are of lead; +’Twill wondrous be, my lord, if we + Therein are prisoners made.” + +It was the little Engel, he + Halted a while to gaze: +“O there doth lie the Kirk, where died + My sire in smoke and blaze. + +“And there doth stand the castle, where + My uncle doth reside; +The amends that he shall pay this day + The Lord in heaven decide.” + +By four ways they the bower beset, + And for admission call: +The little Engel, sprightly elf, + Was foremost of them all. + +It was Godey Sir Loumand, through + The casement out looked he: +“Now hark, ye knaves, bid your captain tell + Why ye bawl so furiously?” + +Then answered little Engel straight + Beneath his mantle ruddy: +“Engel he’s stiled, your sister’s child, + And I am he, Sir Godey.” + +Then answered Godey Sir Loumand, he + Was surely wroth thereat: +“Ride hence, and boast not of thy birth, + Thou art a bastard brat.” + +“And though a bastard brat I be, + My fortune’s not the worse; +Enough I hold of silver and gold, + And ride on a gallant horse. + +“And if a bastard brat I be, + Thou mad’st me that I trow; +But still I’ve towers, and pleasant bowers, + And of green woods enow. + +“My sire thou slew’st, and no amends + To me didst ever make; +Now scoff thou hast upon me cast, + For which thy life I’ll take. + +“Bring gold, my merry men, and that + Before the threshold lay; +We’ll burn the bower this very hour, + We well for it can pay.” + +’Twas hot within the foreroom when + The fire began to roar; +But hotter in the stone bower, when + The lead began to pour. + +It was the little Engel, he + His courser never turned +To ride away from the castelaye + Before the bower was burned. + +Away at last he rode, and waved + His hand in exultation, +Upon espying his uncle lying + Amidst the conflagration. + +Said little Engel, when he saw + His uncle’s body shrink: +“Now thou hast quaffed the self same draught + Thou mad’st my father drink.” + +It was the little Engel, rode + Home to his mother’s hall; +Before it stood his mother good, + So fair arrayed in pall. + +“Here dost thou stand, my mother dear, + Arrayed in robes of pall; +I’ve ridden up the land, and well + Avenged my father’s fall.” + +It was the fair Dame Malfred, wrung + Her hands and wept amain: +“I’d but one care before to bear, + And now, alas, have twain!” + +“Dear mother, thou wouldst have it so, + Now thee in tears I find, +When duteously thy will I’ve done: + How strange is woman’s mind!” + +He turned his steed and rode away, + His face with anger red; +With dishevelled hair, the Dame stood there, + Such woeful tears she shed. + +The little Engel hied him to + The King his master’s court; +Abroad the Dane King stood, and hailed + The youth in kindest sort. + +Into the hall Sir Engel then + With the good monarch went: +“My choicest thanks, thou noble King, + For thy brave warriors lent. + +“Now I’ve avenged my father’s death, + Burnt is Sir Godey’s bower; +And he therein has found a tomb, + Who slew my sire of yore.” + + + + +AN ELEGY. + + +Where shall I rest my hapless head, + Heavy with grief? how plenteously +Must I the briny torrents shed— + _Alack and woe is me_! + +Our chief is gone, at last, at last, + The safeguard of our nation he; +The glory of our age is past— + _Alack and woe is me_! + +Unto the swords, O father dear, + Of foemen thirsting horribly +For blood, why leave thy children here? + _Alack and woe is me_! + +Of justice is the fountain dried, + And mute the law’s high symphony; +Fallen is Europa’s brightest pride— + _Alack and woe is me_. + +There is a change of times and things + That passeth on eternally. +Decreed by Him, the King of Kings— + _’Tis right_—_but woe is me_! + +Now is the earth with violets gay, + And flowers manifold to see; +Now frozen ’neath the winter’s sway— + _How brief the roses be_! + +Now shews the sun his head of gold + With a superior brilliancy; +Now hides as were he dead and cold— + _Alack and woe is me_. + +O father! I will lave thy tomb + With tear-drops well becoming me; +Thy tomb with flowery herbs perfume— + _How brief the roses be_! + + + + +EPIGRAMS. +_From the Persian_. + + +1. + + +Hear what once the pigmy clever + To the stupid giant said: +Things are not of highest value + Which do highest rear their head; +The sluggish horse is nothing better + Than the donkey lowest bred. + + + +2. + + +The man who of his words is sparing + His strength and weakness hidden keeps; +Think not every thicket empty, + Perchance in one a tiger sleeps. + + + +3. + + +If thou would’st ruin ’scape, and blackest woe, + Unto these words, these precious words attend: +Never be heedless of a mortal foe, + Nor choose a proud and envious man for friend. + + + +4. + + +Sit down with your friends in delightful repose + When war and contention you see ’midst your foes; +But when to an end their contentions they bring, + Then, then seize the bow, and get ready the sling. + + + +5. + + +The hungry hound upon the bone will pounce + He prowling finds, and not mistrustful pass; +He asks not whom it did belong to once, + The prophet’s camel or the sinner’s ass. + + + +6. + + +Great Aaroun is dead, and is nothing, the man + Who left forty castles replete with gold store; +But living though dead is the great Nourshwan, + In the good name he left he has death triumphed o’er. + + + +7. + + +Though God provides our daily bread, + Yet all must seek that bread I ween; +Though all must die, there is no need + To rush the dragon’s jaws between. + + + +8. +THE KING AND HIS FOLLOWERS. + + +If in the boor’s garden the King eats a pear, +His servants rapacious the tree will uptear; +For every five eggs he gives bounteously, more +Than five hundred fowls will his armies devour. + + + +9. +THE DEVOUT MAN AND THE TYRANT. + + +If the half of a loaf the devout man receives, +The half of that half to the wretched he gives; +But no sooner a tyrant one kingdom has ta’en, +Than the wish of his heart is another to gain. + + + +10. +THE CAT AND THE BEGGAR. + + +If a cat could the power of flying enjoy, +She all the world’s sparrows would quickly destroy; +If power in the hands of a beggar you place, +No mercy he’ll show to the beggarly race. + + + +11. +THE KING AND TAYLOR. + + +The taylor who travels in far foreign lands, +Can always get bread by the work of his hands; +But the King who from throne and from country has fled, +Must oft without supper go sighing to bed. + + + +12. +GOLD COIN AND STAMPED LEATHER. + + +Of the children of wisdom how like is the face +To pure gold that’s accepted in every place; +But the ignorant great are much like leather cash, +At home which though current, abroad is but trash. + + + +13. + + +So much like a friend with your foe ever deal, +That you never need dread the least scratch from his steel; +But ne’er with your friend deal so much like a foe, +That you ever must dread from his faulchion a blow. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26832.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26832.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6ccd33b0a8beb372d408d2a38bc34c4d95bcce4d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26832.txt @@ -0,0 +1,363 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + MARSK STIG’S + DAUGHTERS + AND OTHER + SONGS AND BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + + + +CONTENTS + + PAGE + +Marsk Stig’s Daughters 7 + +The Three Expectants 11 + +Translation: “_One Summer morn_, _as I was seeking_” 13 + +The English Gipsy 14 + +Gipsy Song 16 + +The Heart is heavy, Brother 17 + +Song: “_Nastrond’s blazes_” 19 + +Lines: “_To read the great mysterious Past_” 21 + +MARSK STIG’S DAUGHTERS + + +Two daughters fair the Marshal had, +O grievous was their fate and sad. + +The eldest she took her sister’s hand +And away they went to Sweden’s land. + +Home from the Stevn King Byrgye rode; +Up to him Marsk Stig’s daughters trode. + +“What women ye who beset my gate? +What brings ye hither at eve so late?” + +“Daughters of Stig, the Marshal brave, +So earnestly thee for help we crave.” + +“Hence, hence away, ye outcasts two, +Your sire accurst my uncle slew.” + +“Guiltless are we of Erik’s blood, +So wide we wander in quest of food.” + +The eldest she takes her sister’s hand, +And away they went into Norway’s land. + +Home from the Ting King Erik rode +Up to him Marsk Stig’s daughters trode. + +“What women are ye whom here I view, +And what may ye in my country do?” + +“Daughters of Stig, the Marshal brave +So earnestly thee for help we crave.” + +“To brew and bake full well ye know”— +“Alas, Sir King, not so, not so. + +“To brew and bake we do not know, +We never stoop’d to employ so low. + +“To spin red gold that is our pride, +Our mother taught us ere she died. + +“And we can weave galloon as well +As the maidens with the Queen that dwell. + +“We can weave red gold with wool, +But oh, our hearts with grief are full. + +“Had Marsk Stig stay’d in Denmark green, +Different far our fate had been. + +“Had Ingeborg not chanc’d to die, +We had not borne this misery.” + +King Erik replied in gentle tone: +“I knew your father like my own; + +“He was a man in heart and hand, +Whose like lives not in any land.” + +O’er them he threw his mantle red, +To the ladies’ chamber them he led. + +He bade them no more tears to shed, +For he would stand in their father’s stead. + +The eldest sister began the weft, +The youngest finished what she left. + +In the first lace she wove so true +The Virgin Mary and Christ Jesu. + +And in the second of Norway land +She wove the Queen and her maiden band. + +Of the antler’d hart they wove the chase, +They wove themselves with pallid face. + +They wove with nimble fingers small +Of God the holy Angels all. + +The youngest sister the woof up caught, +And that before the Queen she brought. + +Then into her eyes the tears they came, +“Thou art not our Mother, Queenly Dame. + +“Wert thou our mother or sister dear, +With praises thou our hearts wouldst cheer. + +“But in thine eye no praise I see, +Misfortune is our destiny.” + +The eldest sicken’d, and sick she lay, +The youngest tended her night and day. + +The eldest died of grief of heart, +The youngest liv’d with sorrow and smart. + + + + +THE THREE EXPECTANTS + + +There are three for my death that now pine, + Though one and all wondrous civil; +Would that all of them hung on a line, + My children, the worms, and the Devil. + +My body, my soul, and my gear, + When down to the grave I descend, +The three hope among them to share, + And to revel on time without end. + +But there is not one of the three, + To the others though kindly affected, +For both of their shares would agree + To resign his own portion expected. + +The Devil, so harsh and austere, + Who only in evil hath joy, +Would scorn to take body and gear + For my soul, that sweet beautiful toy. + +My children would rather possess + The gear I have toil’d so to gather, +Though for me fervent love they profess, + Than the body and soul of their father. + +The worms, though my children will make + A lament when I’m laid in the hole, +Would my body in preference take + To my gear or my beautiful soul. + +Oh, Christ! who wast hung on a tree, + And wast pierc’d by a fool in his madness; +Since each of them plund’ring would be, + Send each disappointment and sadness. + + + + +TRANSLATION + + +One summer morn, as I was seeking + My ponies in their green retreat, +I heard a lady sing a ditty + To me which sounded strangely sweet. + +_I am the ladye_, _I am the ladye_, + _I am the ladye loving the knight_; +_I in the green wood ’neath the green branches_ + _In the night season sleep with the knight_. + +Since yonder summer morn of beauty + I’ve seen many a gloomy year; +But in my mind still lives the ditty + That in the green wood met my ear. + +_I am the ladye_, _I am the ladye_, + _I am the ladye loving the knight_; +_I in the green wood ’neath the green branches_ + _In the night season sleep with the knight_. + + + + +THE ENGLISH GIPSY + + + _He_ + +As I to the town was going one day +My Roman lass I met by the way. +Said I, “Young maid, will you share my lot?” +Said she, “Another wife you’ve got.” +“Ah, no!” to my Roman lass I cried, +“No wife have I in the world so wide; +And you my wedded wife shall be, +If you will consent to come with me.” + + _She_ + +As I to the town was going one day +I met a young Roman upon the way. +Said he, “Young maid will you share my lot?” +Said I, “Another wife you’ve got.” +“No, no!” the handsome young Roman cried. +“No wife have I in the world so wide; +And you my wedded wife shall be, +If you will share my lot with me.” + + + + +GIPSY SONG + + +Up, up, brothers, + Cease your revels! +The Gentile’s coming— + Run like devils. + +I do not like your way of life + Ye men of Christian creed; +I’d rather live the kind of life + Which forest foxes lead. + + + + +OUR HEART IS HEAVY, BROTHER + + +The strength of the ox, +The wit of the fox, + And the leveret’s speed; +All, all to oppose +Their numerous foes + The Romany need. + +Our horses they take, +Our wagons they break, + And us they seize +In their prisons to coop, +Where we pine and droop + For want of breeze. + +When the dead swallow +The fly shall follow + Across the sea, +We’ll then forget +The wrongs we have met, + And forgiving be— + _Brother_, _of that be certain_. + + + + +SONG + + +Nastrond’s blazes, + How fierce ye roar! +The deepmost deeps feel + Valhal’s power. + +Sulphurous blazes, + Which with dismay +Strike e’en the Aser, + Our voice obey! + +_Poisonous blazes_, + _Harden a spear_ + _For Valhal’s may_! + +_Poisonous blazes_. + _Harden a spear_ + _For Valhal’s may_! + +_Poisonous blazes_, + _Harden a spear_ + _For Valhal’s may_! + +In juice of rue +And trefoil too, + In marrow of bear + And blood of trold, + Be cool’d the spear, + Three times cool’d, +When hot from fire +Of Nastrond dire, + For Valhal’s may. + +_Whom it woundeth_ + _It shall slay_. + +_Whom it woundeth_ + _It shall slay_. + +_Whom it woundeth_ + _It shall slay_. + + + + +LINES + + +To read the great mysterious Past + They are yearning; +But to mist the writings old fast, fast + Are turning. + +O, how inviting + The deeds of yore! +But the ancient writing + Mist sweeps o’er. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26834.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26834.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dcb9041f9d3f5468178377fa0ace5e6c8f784df3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg26834.txt @@ -0,0 +1,573 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE NIGHTINGALE + THE VALKYRIE AND RAVEN + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin and Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +THE NIGHTINGALE, OR THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL + + +I know where stands a Castellaye, + Its turrets are so fairly gilt; +With silver are its gates inlaid, + Its walls of marble stone are built. + +Within it stands a linden tree, + With lovely leaves its boughs are hung, +Therein doth dwell a nightingale, + And sweetly moves that bird its tongue. + +A gallant knight came riding by, + He heard its dulcet ditty ring; +And sorely, sorely, wondered he + At midnight hour that it should sing. + +"And hear, thou little Nightingale, + If thou to me wilt sing a lay, +Thy feathers I'll with gold bedeck, + Thy neck with costly pearls array." + +"With golden feathers others lure, + Such gifts for me have value slight; +I am a strange and lonely bird, + But little known to mortal wight." + +"And thou, a strange wild bird thou be, + Whom other mortals little know; +Yet hunger pinches thee, and cold, + When falls the cruel winter snow." + +"I laugh at hunger, laugh at snow, + Which falls so wide on hill and lea; +But I am vexed by secret care, + I know not either joy or glee. + +"Betwixt the hills and valleys deep + Away the rapid rivers flow; +But ah! remembrance of true love + From out the mind will never go. + +"O I had once a handsome love, + A famous knight of valour he; +But ah! my step-dame all o'erturn'd, + She vowed our marriage ne'er should be. + +"She changed me to a Nightingale, + Bade me around the world to fly; +My Brother she changed to a wolf so gray, + Bade him into the forest hie. + +"She told him, as the wood he sought, + That he should win his shape no more, +'Till he had drunk her heart's blood out, + And that befell when years were o'er. + +"It happened on a summer tide, + Amidst the wood she wandered gay, +My brother saw and watched her close, + From 'neath the bushes where he lay. + +"He seized her quickly by the foot, + All with his laidly wolfish claw; +Tore out her heart, and drank her blood, + And thus released himself he saw. + +"Yet I am still a little bird, + And o'er the verdant meads I fly; +So sorrowful I pass my life, + But mostly 'neath the winter's sky. + +"But God be thanked, he me has waked, + And speech from him my tongue has won; +For fifteen years I have not spoke + As I with thee, Sir Knight, have done. + +"But ever with a mournful voice, + Have sung the green wood bough upon; +And had no better dwelling place + Than gloomy forests, sad and lone." + +"Now hear, thou little Nightingale, + This simple thing would I propose, +In winter sit within my bower, + And hie thee forth when summer blows." + +"O many thanks, thou handsome knight + Thy offer would I accept full fane; +But ah, my step-dame that forbade + Whilst still in feather I remain." + +The Nightingale sat musing deep, + Unto the knight she paid no heed, +Until he seized her by the foot, + For God I ween had so decreed. + +He carried her to his chamber in, + The doors and windows fast he made; +Then changed she to the strangest beasts + That ever mortal eye survey'd. + +A lion now, and now a bear, + And now a coil of hissing snakes; +At last a Dragon she became, + And furious she the knight attacks. + +He cut her with a little knife, + So that her blood did stain the floor; +Then straight before his eye there stood + A Damsel bright as any flower. + +"Now, Damsel fair, I've rescued thee + From thraldom drear and secret care; +Now tell me of thy ancestry, + Thy parents and thy race declare." + +"My father he was England's King, + My mother was his lovely Queen; +My brother once a grey wolf was, + And trotted o'er the wold so green." + +"If England's King thy father was, + And thy dear mother England's Queen, +Thou art my sister's daughter then, + Who long a Nightingale has been." + +O there was joy throughout the land, + And all the court was filled with glee; +The Knight has caught the Nightingale, + That dwelt within the linden tree. + + + + +THE VALKYRIE AND RAVEN + + +Ye men wearing bracelets + Be mute whilst I sing +Of Harald the hero-- + High Norroway's king; +I'll duly declare + A discourse which I heard, +Betwixt a bright maiden + And black raven bird. + +The Valkyrie's vext + No war-field to find; +The speech she knew well + Of the wild feather'd kind, +And thus she bespake him + Who bears the brown bill, +So proud as he perch'd on + The peak of the hill. + +"What do you here, ravens, + And whence come ye, say, +Your heads turn'd direct to + The dying sun's ray? +Bits of flesh hold your claws-- + There's blood flowing free +From your beaks, surely nigh + Dead bodies there be." + +Then wiping his beak, + Bloody red, on the rock, +The eagle's sworn brother + Thus answer'd and spoke: +"Harald we've follow'd, + Of Halfdan the son, +Ever since from the egg + That we egress have won." + +"Then ye know, bird, the king, + Whose keep is in Kvine, +The young king--the Norse king-- + Whose keels cut the brine; +Red-rimm'd are his bucklers, + Betarr'd are his oars-- +His sails are all bleach'd + With the sea-spray and showers." + +"Abroad will drink Yule, + The young king, and will try +To wake up, O maiden, + The wild game of Frey, +Of the warmth of the hearth + He weary is grown; +He loathes the close chamber + And cushions of down. + +"Heard ye not the hard fight + Near Hafirsfirth beach, +'Twixt the king of high kindred + And Kotva the rich? +Sail'd ships from the East + Prepared for war stern; +Their dragon heads gaped, + Their gilded sides burn. + +"They were fill'd with proud freemen + Well furnish'd with shields, +And the very best weapons + The western land yields; +Grimly the Baresarkers + Grinn'd, biting steel,-- +Howl'd the wolf-heathens + War madness they feel. + +"They moved 'gainst the monarch + Whose might makes them pine, +'Gainst the king--the Norse king-- + Who keeps court at Utstein; +Flinch'd the king's bark at first, + For they ply'd her right well-- +There was hammering on helmets + Ere Haklangr fell. + +"Left the land to the lad + With the locks long and full, +Rich Kotva, the lord, + Thick of neck, like the bull; +'Neath the thwarts themselves threw, + They who'd wounds, in despair, +Their heads to the keel + And their heels to the air. + +"On their shoulders their shields, + Such as Swafni's roof form, +Flinging swift as a fence + From the fierce stony storm; +The yeomen affrighted + From Hafirsfirth speed, +And arrived at their homes + They call hoarsely for mead. + +"The slain strew the strand + To the very great joy +Of ourselves and of Odin, + The chief of one eye." + + _Valkyrie_. + +"Of his wars and his prowess + With wonder I've heard; +Now speak of his wives + And his women, O bird!" + + _Raven_. + +"He had damsels from Holmygg + And Hordaland, too; +And damsels from Hedemark + Dainty of hue; +But he sent them with gifts + To their countries again, +When he wedded Ranhilda + The beautiful Dane." + + _Valkyrie_. + +"I warrant he's bounteous! + And well doth reward +The warriors and gallants + His kingdom who guard." + + _Raven_. + +"O, yes, he is bounteous! + And bravely they fare +Who in Harald's dominions + Hew food for the bear; +With coin he presents them, + And keen polish'd glaives, +With mail from Hungaria + And Osterland slaves." + +"O happy lives have they + Who help him in war, +Can run to the mast-head + Or manage the oar; +Make the row-locks to creak, + And the row-bench to crack, +And in their lord's service + Are never found slack." + + _Valkyrie_. + +"Of the Skalds now I'll ask thee, + The sons of the strain, +By whom deathless honor + He hopes to obtain; +I doubt not, O Raven, + That thou knowest well +The workers of verse + Who at Harald's court dwell." + + _Raven_. + +"By their gallant array, + By the armlets they bear +All of gold, you may learn + To their lord they are dear; +Ruddy kirtles they have + That are laced at the skirts, +Swords silver inlaid, + And steely mail shirts: +All gilded their hilts, + Their helmets all graven; +Gold rings on their hands." + + _Valkyrie_. + + "Now read me, O Raven, +Of the Baresarkers--how + Do ye style them who wade +In blood ankle-deep + By no danger dismay'd?" + + _Raven_. + +"Wolf-heathens they hight, + To the thick of the fray +Ruddy shields who do bear, + And with swords clear away; +None but those who know nought + Of terror can stand +When stout and strong men + Shiver buckler with brand." + + _Valkyrie_. + +"Of jesting and game + Our discourse shall be brief; +What does Andadr do, + Harald's jester in chief?" + + _Raven_. + +"Fun Andadr loves; + He makes faces and sneers, +And the monarch doth laugh + At the loon without ears. +There are others who bear + Burning brands from the fire +Stick a torch 'neath their belt, + Yet ne'er singe their attire; +Some that dance on their heels, + Or that tumble and spring-- +O 'tis gay in the hall + Of high Harald the king!" + + + + +ERIK EMUN AND SIR PLOG + + +Early at morn the lark sang gay-- + (_All underneath so green a hill_) +Sir Carl by his bed put on his array-- + (_The Danish King will 'venge his fill_). + +He drew on his shirt as white as milk, +Then his doublet foisted with verdant silk. + +His legs in his buckskin boots he placed, +And around them his gilded spurs he braced. + +His gilded spurs there around he braced, +And away to the Ting he rode in haste. + +Sir Carl he galloped along the way, +Such wondrous things he proved that day. + +Sir Carl he galloped up to the Ting, +The crowd before him scattering. + +To warriors nine the Dane-king cries: +"Bind ye Sir Carl before my eyes." + +Up then amain the nine warriors rise, +They bound Sir Carl 'fore their sovereign's eyes. + +And out from the town Sir Carl they convey'd, +And upon a new wheel his body laid. + +To Sir Plog then quickly a messenger came: +"The Dane-king has broken thy brother's frame." + +Sir Plog he sprang o'er the wide, wide board, +But returned in answer no single word. + +In his buckskin boots his shanks he cased +And around his gilded spurs he braced. + +His gilded spurs there around he tied, +And away to the Ting the noble hied. + +And fast and furious was his course, +So leapt and bounded his gallant horse. + +Up, up to the Ting Sir Plog he goes, +And up to receive him the Dane-king rose. + +"If I had been earlier here to-day, +Then things had turned out in a better way. + +"My brother is wheeled though he did no wrong, +That deed, Dane-king, thou shalt rue ere long. + +"If four hours sooner I had but come, +My brother, for certain, had followed me home. + +"Deprived of his life doth my brother lie, +Dane-king, thou hast lost thine honour thereby." + +The Dane-king so fitting an answer returned: +"Thy brother full richly his death had earned. + +"When the great with sword can oppress the mean +The law is not worth a rotten bean." + +"My brother, Sir King, was good and bold, +I could have redeemed him with silver and gold." + +"Thy silver and gold I hold at nought, +The law shall have the course it ought. + +"And since thou so long on this matter doth prate, +Thou shalt suffer the very same fate." + +To warriors nine the Dane-king cries: +"Bind ye Sir Plog before my eyes." + +"If a truly brave man, Dane-king, thou be, +Do thou thyself bind and fetter me." + +The King off his hands the little gloves took, +Sir Plog his spear with vehemence shook. + +He first slew four, then five he slew, +And the Dane-king himself with his warriors true. + +When all the King's men he dead had laid, +His gallant brother he home convey'd. + +To Ribe the royal corse they bear, +Where it rests 'neath a tomb of marble fair. + +But Sir Plog he went to a foreign shore, +No word they heard of him evermore. + + + + +THE ELVES + + +_Take heed_, _good people_, _of yourselves_; +_And oh_! _beware ye of the elves_. + +Once a peasant young and gay +Was in his meadow cutting hay, +There came a lovely looking lass +From out the neighbouring morass. +The lass he woo'd, her promise won, +And soon the bridal day came on. +But when the pair had got to bed, +The bridegroom found, with fear and dread, +That he a rough oak stump embrac'd, +Instead of woman's lovely waist. +Then, to increase his fear and wonder, +There sang a voice his window under: + +"Come out to her whom thou didst wed, +Upon my mead the bed is spread." +From that wild lay the peasant knew +He with a fay had had to do. + +_Take heed_, _good people_, _of yourselves_; +_And oh_! _beware ye of the elves_. + + + + +FERIDUN + + +No face of an Angel could Feridun claim, +Nor of musk nor of amber I ween was his frame; +In bright generosity beauteous was he, +Be generous like him and as fair thou shalt be. + + + + +EPIGRAMS + + +1. + + +A worthless thing is song, I trow, +From out the heart which does not flow; +But song from out no heart will flow +Which does not feel of love the glow. + + + +2. + + +Though pedants have essayed to hammer +Into our heads the points of grammar; +We're oft obliged to set at nought +The different force of _should_ and _ought_; +And oft are sorely puzzled whether +We should make use of _both_ or _either_. + + + +3. + + +When of yourself you have cause to speak +Always make yourself broad and tall; +Envy attacks you if you are great, +But thorough contempt attends the small. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27022.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27022.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f6d0e264552e751ee9e3fba551a5e9a0e96e4f5b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27022.txt @@ -0,0 +1,174 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Stephen Blundell +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS + + MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + Volume 14, No. 4, pp. 69-72, 1 fig. + December 29, 1961 + + + A New Subspecies of the Black Myotis (Bat) + From Eastern Mexico + + BY + + E. RAYMOND HALL AND TICUL ALVAREZ + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + LAWRENCE + 1961 + + + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch, + Theodore H. Eaton, Jr. + + + Volume 14, No. 4, pp. 69-72, 1 fig. + Published December 29, 1961 + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + Lawrence, Kansas + + + PRINTED BY + JEAN M. NEIBARGER, STATE PRINTER + TOPEKA, KANSAS + 1961 + [Device] + 28-8477 + + + + +A New Subspecies of the Black Myotis (Bat) From Eastern Mexico + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL AND TICUL ALVAREZ + + +In 1928 when Miller and Allen (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144) published +their revisionary account of American bats of the genus _Myotis_, the +black myotis, _Myotis nigricans_, was known no farther north than +Chiapas and Campeche. Collections of mammals made in recent years for +the Museum of Natural History of The University of Kansas include +specimens of _M. nigricans_ from eastern Mexico as far north as +Tamaulipas. Critical study of this newly acquired material reveals that +it pertains to an hitherto unnamed subspecies that may be named and +described as follows: + + +MYOTIS NIGRICANS DALQUESTI new subspecies + +_Type._--Male, adult, skin and skull, No. 23839 Museum of Natural +History, University of Kansas; from 3 km. E of San Andrés Tuxtla, 1000 +ft., Veracruz; obtained on January 5, 1948, by Walter W. Dalquest, +original No. 8444. + +_Range._--Tropical Life-zone of eastern México from southern Tamaulipas +to central Chiapas. + +_Diagnosis._--Color black or dark brown, venter having brownish wash; +size large (see measurements); M1 and M2 quadrangular; prominent +protostyle on P4; P2 and P3 in straight line; sagittal crest absent. + +_Comparison._--Color almost as in _Myotis nigricans extremus_, the +subspecies occurring adjacent to _dalquesti_ in Chiapas and Tabasco. +From _M. n. extremus_, _dalquesti_ differs as follows: larger; hypocone +in M1 and M2 broader making posterointernal part less rounded; +protostyle of P4 prominent instead of absent; P3 in line with C and P2 +instead of displaced lingually; sagittal crest absent instead of present +posteriorly. _Myotis nigricans nigricans_ and _M. n. dalquesti_ are of +approximately equal size; otherwise they differ in the same features as +do _extremus_ and _dalquesti_. + +_Measurements._--Average and extreme measurements of seven males from +the type locality, followed by those of 19 females from 38 km. SE Jesús +Carranza, and finally length of forearm and cranial measurements of +eight female topotypes of _M. n. extremus_, are as follows: Total +length, 80 (77-82), 76 (72-80); length of tail, 32.8 (30-35), 33.5 +(31-35); hind foot, 7.9 (7-8), 8.0 (8-8); forearm, 34.2 (33.6-35.3), +35.1 (33.1-36.4), 33.1 (31.8-34.3); greatest length of skull (including +incisors), 13.8 (13.3-14.1), 13.6 (13.2-14.1), 12.9 (12.6-13.1); +zygomatic breadth, 8.1 (7.9-8.4), 8.1 (7.9-8.3), 8.0 (only one can be +measured); width of rostrum above canines, 3.2 (3.1-3.3), 3.2 (3.0-3.4), +3.1 (3.0-3.2); interorbital constriction, 3.6 (3.5-3.7), 3.6 (3.5-3.8), +3.4 (3.3-3.4); occipital depth (excluding auditory bullae and sagittal +crest), 4.6 (4.4-4.8), 4.6 (4.3-4.9), 4.3 (4.1-4.6); maxillary tooth-row +(C-M3), 5.0 (4.8-5.1), 5.0 (4.8-5.2), 4.7 (4.6-4.8); maxillary breadth +at M3, 5.2 (5.1-5.4), 5.3 (5.1-5.5), 5.1 (4.8-5.2). + +[Illustration: FIG. 1. Left side of skull, incisors, canine, and +premolars × 11, and occlusal surface of left first upper molar × 20. A. +_Myotis nigricans dalquesti_, holotype. B. _Myotis nigricans extremus_ +No. 77674 USNM, topotype.] + +_Remarks._--The subspecific name _dalquesti_ is given in recognition of +Prof. Walter W. Dalquest who gathered the largest and most varied +collection of mammals ever taken in the state of Veracruz. + +Inspection of the measurements given above will reveal that there is no +overlap between _extremus_ and _dalquesti_ in the interorbital +constriction or occipital depth and only slight overlap in the length of +the maxillary tooth-row and maxillary breadth. + +In 10 adult females from Ocosingo, Chiapas, there is suggestion of +intergradation between _dalquesti_ and _extremus_ in that one specimen +(66515 KU) has the cranial characters of _extremus_ except that it is +large like _dalquesti_; in two other skulls P3 is slightly displaced +lingually and two other skulls bear a slight sagittal crest. These are +features characterizing _extremus_. Otherwise the specimens resemble +_dalquesti_, to which subspecies they are here referred. + +Three males from a place 8 km. W and 10 km. N El Encino, 400 ft., +Tamaulipas, are the northernmost representatives of the species and +differ from the other specimens of _dalquesti_ in shorter forearm, +shorter maxillary tooth-row and lesser maxillary breadth. + + Study in the laboratory was supported by Grant No. 56 G 103 from the + National Science Foundation. Field work was supported by a grant + from the Kansas University Endowment Association. We thank Dr. David + H. Johnson for lending eight topotypes of _M. n. extremus_. Other + specimens of _extremus_ available to us are as follows: 1 mi. E + Teapa, Tabasco, 1 (7535 LSU--courtesy of Dr. George H. Lowery, Jr.); + Cayo Dist. Augustine, British Honduras, 1 (9670 KU, in red phase); + 12 km. NNW Chinajá, Guatemala, 4. + + _Specimens examined._--Total, 142, as follows: Tamaulipas: 8 km. W, + 10 km. N El Encino, 400 ft., 5. Veracruz: 4 km. WNW Fortín, 3200 + ft., 1; 2 km. N Motzorongo, 1500 ft., 1; 3 km. E San Andrés Tuxtla, + 1000 ft., 7; 38 km. SE Jesús Carranza, 500 ft., 118. Chiapas: + Ocosingo, 10. + + _Transmitted June 30, 1961._ + + 28-8477 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27078.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27078.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..12af299f6baa1e9212718a9c1b61d560c8497971 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27078.txt @@ -0,0 +1,201 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, David Wilson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by the Library of Congress) + + + + + + + + + +41ST CONGRESS, 1st Session. + + +S. 6. + + + + +IN THE SENATE OF THE UNITED STATES. + +March 5, 1869. + + +Mr. ANTHONY asked, and by unanimous consent obtained, leave to bring in +the following bill; which was read twice, and ordered to be printed. + + + + +A BILL + +To provide stationery for Congress and the several departments, and for +other purposes. + + + 1 _Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives + 2 of the United States of America in Congress assembled_, + 3 That upon the passage of this act the heads of each of the + 4 executive and judicial departments at Washington, District of + 5 Columbia, shall immediately cause estimates to be made of + 6 the amount of stationery and other articles which will be + 7 required by them for the ensuing year, which are now furnished + 8 as stationery or under stationery contracts, and forward + 9 the same to the Congressional Printer, who shall immediately + 10 issue proposals for such articles and stationery and make + 11 purchases of the same, in the manner and under the regulations + 12 provided for in this act. + + 1 Sec. 2. _And be it further enacted_, That the Congressional + 2 Printer shall, at the beginning of each session of Congress, + 3 submit to the Joint Committee on Public Printing estimates + 4 of the quantity of paper, of all descriptions, which will, in his + 5 opinion, be required for the public printing during the ensuing + 6 year; and also estimates of the quantity and articles of + 7 stationery required for each and all of the executive and judicial + 8 departments at Washington, and for the Senate and House of + 9 Representatives and the Congressional printing office. + + 1 Sec. 3. _And be it further enacted_, That the heads of + 2 the several executive and judicial departments, and the Secretary + 3 of the Senate and Clerk of the House of Representatives, + 4 shall, on or before the twentieth day of November, in + 5 each year, furnish, or cause to be furnished, to the Congressional + 6 Printer estimates of the articles and the quantity of each + 7 which will be required for their several departments for the + 8 year following. + + 1 Sec. 4. _And be it further enacted_, That the Joint Committee + 2 on Public Printing shall then fix upon standards of + 3 paper for the different descriptions of public printing, and for + 4 all stationery and articles required, and the Congressional + 5 Printer shall, under their direction, advertise in two newspapers + 6 published in each of the cities of Boston, New York, + 7 Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington, and Cincinnati, and in + 8 any other city where in their judgment it may become necessary, + 9 for sealed proposals to furnish the government with + 10 paper and all other articles of the quality and in the quantities + 11 specified in the advertisement, which shall specify the + 12 quantity and quality of all the articles required; and he shall + 13 furnish to the applicants samples of the standard articles + 14 which have been adopted. + + 1 Sec. 5. _And be it further enacted_, That the advertisements + 2 for sealed proposals shall specify the minimum portion + 3 of each article required for either three months, six months, + 4 or one year, as the Joint Committee on Public Printing may + 5 determine; but when the minimum portion so specified exceeds + 6 in any case one thousand reams of paper, the advertisements + 7 shall state that proposals will be received for one + 8 thousand reams or more. + + 1 Sec. 6. _And be it further enacted_, That all sealed proposals + 2 to furnish any article shall be opened in the presence + 3 of the Joint Committee on Printing, and the contracts shall be + 4 awarded by the committee to the lowest and best bidder for + 5 each article or class for the interest of the government; but + 6 they shall not consider any proposal which is not accompanied + 7 by satisfactory evidence that the person making it is a manufacturer + 8 or dealer in the articles which he proposes to furnish, + 9 and the said joint committee shall, in their award of each contract, + 10 allow and designate a reasonable time for filling it. + + 1 Sec. 7. _And be it further enacted_, That no contract + 2 for furnishing paper or any other article shall be valid until it + 3 has been approved by said joint committee, (if made under + 4 their direction, or by the Secretary of the Interior, if made + 5 under his direction,) according to the provisions of section + 6 nine. + + 1 Sec. 8. _And be it further enacted_, That the Congressional + 2 Printer shall compare all articles delivered by any contractor + 3 with the standard of quality, and shall not accept any + 4 article which does not conform to it; and in case of a difference + 5 of opinion between the Congressional Printer and any + 6 contractor with respect to the quality of any article furnished, + 7 the matter of difference shall be determined by the Joint Committee + 8 on Printing, or in the recess of Congress by the Secretary + 9 of the Interior. + + 1 Sec. 9. _And be it further enacted_, That in default of + 2 any contractor to furnish the articles contracted for at the + 3 proper time, or of the proper quality or weight, the Congressional + 4 Printer shall report such default to the Joint Committee + 5 on Public Printing if Congress is in session, or to the + 6 Secretary of the Interior if Congress is not in session; and + 7 he shall, under the direction of the Joint Committee on + 8 Public Printing, or of the Secretary of the Interior, as the + 9 case may be, enter into a new contract with the lowest and + 10 best bidder for the interest of the government among those + 11 whose proposals were rejected at the last opening of bids, or + 12 he shall advertise for new proposals, under the regulations + 13 concerning advertisements for proposals hereinbefore stated; + 14 and during the interval which may thus occur he shall, under + 15 the direction of the Joint Committee on Public Printing, or + 16 of the Secretary of the Interior, as above provided, purchase + 17 in open market, at the lowest market price, all such articles + 18 necessary for use. + + 1 Sec. 10. _And be it further enacted_, That in case of any + 2 contractor's default to comply with this contract he and his + 3 securities shall be charged with and held responsible for any + 4 increase of cost to the government in procuring the supply + 5 which may be consequent upon such default. + + 1 Sec. 11. _And be it further enacted_, That when any + 2 such default occurs the Congressional Printer shall report it, + 3 with a full statement of all the facts in the case, to the + 4 Solicitor of the Treasury, who shall prosecute the defaulting + 5 contractor and his securities upon their bond in the circuit + 6 court of the United States in the district in which such + 7 defaulting contractor resides. + + 1 Sec. 12. _And be it further enacted_, That the Joint + 2 Committee on Public Printing, or during the recess of Congress + 3 the Secretary of the Interior, may authorize the Congressional + 4 Printer to make purchases in open market whenever, + 5 in their opinion, the quantity required is so small, or the + 6 want is so immediate, as not to justify advertisement for proposals + 7 and the award of a contract therefor. + + 1 Sec. 13. _And be it further enacted_, That the Congressional + 2 Printer shall charge himself in a book, to be kept for + 3 that purpose, with all paper and other articles or material + 4 received for the public use, and he shall furnish the same to + 5 the foremen of printing and binding, and to the officers of + 6 the executive and judicial departments, and of the Senate and + 7 House of Representatives authorized to receive them, on + 8 their written requisitions as the public service may require + 9 them, taking a receipt from each officer for such article, which + 10 shall be entered to his credit; and accounts shall be kept + 11 with each department, and all articles delivered charged to + 12 them. And to carry out the provisions of this act the + 13 Congressional Printer may employ one clerk of the fourth class, + 14 one of the second class, and one messenger, and shall give an + 15 additional bond of forty thousand dollars, and receive, in + 16 addition to his present salary, one thousand dollars. + + 1 Sec. 14. _And be it further enacted_, That from and + 2 after the passage of this act it shall be unlawful to make further + 3 contracts or purchases or payment for any stationery + 4 or article furnished as such, except under existing contracts + 5 and in accordance with the regulations hereinbefore provided. + + 1 Sec. 15. _And be it further enacted_, That all acts and + 2 parts of acts inconsistent with the foregoing provisions are + 3 hereby repealed. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27141.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27141.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..99e3c0f03bc61afa4c367c10938dfe29a7847f1a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27141.txt @@ -0,0 +1,157 @@ + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Carla Foust and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + ADENOIDS + + WHAT THEY ARE + HOW TO RECOGNIZE THEM + WHAT TO DO FOR THEM + + + KEEP WELL SERIES No. 2 + + + TREASURY DEPARTMENT + UNITED STATES PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE + 1919 + + + GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE + + + + +For other instructive Health Leaflets write to the-- + + UNITED STATES + PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE + WASHINGTON, D. C. + + + + +ADENOIDS + + +Nature intends that we should breathe through the nose and has so +arranged matters that the air is strained, warmed, and moistened as it +passes through the nose. This is very important. + +Unfortunately about 10 per cent of all children have adenoids which +interfere with free breathing through the nose. So many serious results +follow this condition that parents should learn something about +adenoids and their treatment. + + +WHAT ARE ADENOIDS? + +[Illustration] + +Inasmuch as adenoids are tucked away up behind the palate, and are +therefore out of sight, it may be well to study the picture shown above. + +The air passes into the lungs as shown by the arrows. At the place +marked "A T" nature has provided a kind of moist cushion which helps to +filter impurities out of the air. This cushion is formed of what doctors +call "adenoid tissue" and is similar to that which makes up the +tonsils. When this adenoid tissue grows abnormally large it forms what +are known as "adenoids." From the position of these adenoids as shown on +the diagram it will readily be seen how easily they interfere with +proper nasal breathing. + +[Illustration] + + +WHAT ADENOIDS DO. + +One of the first results of the growth of adenoids is mouth breathing. +When this condition develops, the air breathed in reaches the throat and +lungs in an unpurified condition. Moreover, it is not sufficiently +warmed or moistened. In a short time, therefore, such children begin to +suffer from repeated colds, and show the signs of a beginning of nasal +catarrh. Unless proper treatment is now undertaken the condition soon +gets worse, and the child's nasal breathing becomes more and more +obstructed. + +Children who suffer from adenoids are usually pale, often +narrow-chested, and altogether are not as strong and robust as are +normal children. + +But this is by no means all of the harm done by adenoids. They affect +the voice, disfigure the facial expression, interfere with hearing, give +rise to night terrors, open the way for serious invasions by disease +germs, and, through the development of chronic nasal catarrh, may lead +to loss of the sense of smell. + +The alteration of the facial expression is often so great that the child +looks stupid and sometimes even half-imbecile. + +One of the chief disfigurements caused by adenoids is that of the jaws +and teeth. This is well shown in the picture. + +[Illustration: Stupid Expression Associated with Adenoids] + +It will be noticed that the teeth of the upper jaw stick out and are not +covered by the lip as they should be. In these cases the roof of the +mouth, that is, the palate, is narrow and highly arched, and the two +jaws do not come together as they do in normal persons. This condition +is called "malocclusion." Usually, too, the teeth of the upper jaw are +irregular and crowded. (See pictures, p. 6.) + +The malformation of the teeth thus produced by adenoids may lead in turn +to other serious conditions, among them the chronic disease known as +pyorrhea, various forms of root infection, and chronic indigestion. + +[Illustration] + + +HOW TO RECOGNIZE THE CONDITION. + +The presence of adenoids should be suspected if the child habitually +sleeps with open mouth, snores a great deal, or has frequent strangling +coughing spells. Sleeping with open mouth is one of the first signs and +should therefore lead at once to a careful examination by a physician. +Sometimes difficulty in hearing is one of the early symptoms. Therefore, +in all cases of ear trouble an examination should be made for adenoids. + +[Illustration] + + +WHAT TO DO. + +Whenever adenoids are large enough to give rise to any of the symptoms +already described, they should be removed. This is especially the case +in children under 10 years of age, for it is probable that the condition +will grow worse. The operation is a simple one and not dangerous. It +should be performed under anesthesia. Relief is immediate and the health +and strength of the child usually improves rapidly afterwards. It is +wrong to delay having the operation done, for the presence of adenoids +not only endangers the child's health, but a few months' delay may cause +considerable malformation of the jaws, palate, nose, and face. + +[Illustration] + +Study the above photographs of the same patient before and after +treatment for adenoids. They show what can be done by proper +treatment. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27175.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27175.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e3b0228d8d7f9c0007de3aaa6921afc5ef68b2ae --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27175.txt @@ -0,0 +1,457 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, some images +courtesy of The Internet Archive and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + THE + BAD CHILD'S + BOOK OF + BEASTS + + Verses by + H. BELLOC + + Pictures by + B. T. B. + + DUCKWORTH, + 3 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN + + Child! do not throw this book about; + Refrain from the unholy pleasure + Of cutting all the pictures out! + Preserve it as your chiefest treasure. + + Child, have you never heard it said + That you are heir to all the ages? + Why, then, your hands were never made + To tear these beautiful thick pages! + + Your little hands were made to take + The better things and leave the worse ones. + They also may be used to shake + The Massive Paws of Elder Persons. + + And when your prayers complete the day, + Darling, your little tiny hands + Were also made, I think, to pray + For men that lose their fairylands. + + + _Made and Printed in Great Britain by The Camelot + Press Limited, London and Southampton_ + + + + +DEDICATION + + + To + + Master EVELYN BELL + Of Oxford + + Evelyn Bell, + I love you well. + +[Illustration] + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + + I CALL you bad, my little child, + Upon the title page, + Because a manner rude and wild + Is common at your age. + + The Moral of this priceless work + (If rightly understood) + Will make you--from a little Turk-- + Unnaturally good. + + Do not as evil children do, + Who on the slightest grounds + Will imitate the Kangaroo, + With wild unmeaning bounds: + +[Illustration] + + Do not as children badly bred, + Who eat like little Hogs, + And when they have to go to bed + Will whine like Puppy Dogs: + + Who take their manners from the Ape, + Their habits from the Bear, + Indulge the loud unseemly jape, + And never brush their hair. + + But so control your actions that + Your friends may all repeat. + 'This child is dainty as the Cat, + And as the Owl discreet.' + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Yak + + +[Illustration] + + As a friend to the children + commend me the Yak. + You will find it exactly the thing: + It will carry and fetch, + you can ride on its back, + +[Illustration] + + Or lead it about + with a string. + +[Illustration] + + The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet + (A desolate region of snow) + Has for centuries made it a nursery pet, + And surely the Tartar should know! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got, + And if he is awfully rich + He will buy you the creature-- + or else + he will _not_. + (I cannot be positive which.) + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Polar Bear + + + The Polar Bear is unaware + Of cold that cuts me through: + For why? He has a coat of hair. + I wish I had one too! + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Lion + + + The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the waste, + He has a big head and a very small waist; + But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, + And a good little child will not play with him. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Tiger + + + The Tiger on the other hand, is kittenish and mild, + He makes a pretty playfellow for any little child; + And mothers of large families (who claim to common sense) + Will find a Tiger well repay the trouble and expense. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Dromedary + + + The Dromedary is a cheerful bird: + I cannot say the same about the Kurd. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Whale + + +[Illustration] + + The Whale that wanders round the Pole + Is not a table fish. + You cannot bake or boil him whole + Nor serve him in a dish; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + But you may cut his blubber up + And melt it down for oil. + And so replace the colza bean + (A product of the soil). + +[Illustration] + + These facts should all be noted down + And ruminated on, + By every boy in Oxford town + Who wants to be a Don. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Camel + + +[Illustration] + + "The Ship of the Desert." + + + + +The Hippopotamus + + +[Illustration] + + I shoot the Hippopotamus + with bullets made of platinum, + Because if I use leaden ones + his hide is sure to flatten 'em. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Dodo + + +[Illustration] + + The Dodo used to walk around, + And take the sun and air. + The sun yet warms his native ground-- + +[Illustration] + + The Dodo is not there! + +[Illustration] + + The voice which used to squawk and squeak + Is now for ever dumb-- + +[Illustration] + + Yet may you see his bones and beak + All in the Mu-se-um. + + + + +The Marmozet + + + The species Man and Marmozet + Are intimately linked; + The Marmozet survives as yet, + But Men are all extinct. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Camelopard + + +[Illustration] + + The Camelopard, it is said + By travellers (who never lie), + He cannot stretch out straight in bed + Because he is so high. + The clouds surround his lofty head, + His hornlets touch the sky. + +[Illustration] + + How shall + I hunt this quadruped? + I cannot tell! + Not I! + + (A picture of how people try + And fail to hit that head so high.) + I'll buy a little parachute + (A common parachute with wings), + I'll fill it full of arrowroot + And other necessary things, + And I will slay this fearful brute + With stones and sticks and guns and slings. + +[Illustration] + + (A picture of how people shoot + With comfort from a parachute.) + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Learned Fish + + +[Illustration] + + This learned Fish has not sufficient brains + To go into the water when it rains. + + + + +The Elephant + + +[Illustration] + + When people call this beast to mind, + They marvel more and more + At such a +_LITTLE_+ tail behind, + So _LARGE_ a trunk before. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Big Baboon + + +[Illustration] + + The Big Baboon is found upon + The plains of Cariboo: + He goes about + with nothing on + (A shocking thing to do). + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + But if he + dressed respectably + And let his whiskers grow, + How like this Big Baboon would be + To Mister So-and-so! + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Rhinoceros + + +[Illustration] + + Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone, + You do not take my fancy in the least: + You have a horn where other brutes have none: + Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Frog + + +[Illustration] + + Be kind and tender to the Frog, + And do not call him names, + As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,' + Or likewise 'Ugly James,' + Or 'Gap-a-grin,' or 'Toad-gone-wrong,' + Or 'Bill Bandy-knees': + The Frog is justly sensitive + To epithets like these. + +[Illustration] + + No animal will more repay + A treatment kind and fair; + At least + so lonely people say + Who keep a frog (and, by the way, + They are extremely rare). + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Oh! My! + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: The original edition was well-illustrated. The +illustrations were scattered amongst the poetry. For ease of +readability, the poems have been put back together with every effort of +retaining the original style. + +For the poem titled "The Elephant," a word in small-capitals is denoted +by +. As usual, italics are indicated by _. + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Bad Child's Book of Beasts, by Hilaire Belloc + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27176.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27176.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bbbc86824b307e7e12f03c9a3aff611d7ebd2d27 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27176.txt @@ -0,0 +1,432 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, some images +courtesy of The Internet Archive and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + + +MORE BEASTS FOR WORSE CHILDREN + +[Illustration] + + + + + MORE BEASTS + (For WORSE CHILDREN) + + VERSES + BY + H.B. + + PICTURES + BY + B.T.B. + + LONDON: + DUCKWORTH AND CO. + 3 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN. + + + + +DEDICATION. + + + To + Miss ALICE WOLCOTT BRINLEY, + Of Philadelphia. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MORE BEASTS + +FOR WORSE CHILDREN + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + + The parents of the learned child + (His father and his mother) + Were utterly aghast to note + The facts he would at random quote + On creatures curious, rare and wild; + And wondering, asked each other: + +[Illustration] + + "An idle little child like this, + How is it that he knows + What years of close analysis + Are powerless to disclose? + + Our brains are trained, our books are big, + And yet we always fail + To answer why the Guinea-pig + Is born without a tail. + +[Illustration] + + Or why the Wanderoo[A] should rant + In wild, unmeaning rhymes, + Whereas the Indian Elephant + Will only read _The Times_. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Perhaps he found a way to slip + Unnoticed to the Zoo, + And gave the Pachyderm a tip, + Or pumped the Wanderoo. + + Or even by an artful plan + Deceived our watchful eyes, + And interviewed the Pelican, + Who is extremely wise." + +[Illustration] + + "Oh! no," said he, in humble tone, + With shy but conscious look, + "Such facts I never could have known + But for this little book." + + + + +The Python + + +[Illustration] + + A Python I should not advise,-- + It needs a doctor for its eyes, + And has the measles yearly. + +[Illustration] + + However, if you feel inclined + To get one (to improve your mind, + And not from fashion merely), + Allow no music near its cage; + And when it flies into a rage + Chastise it, most severely. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + I had an aunt in Yucatan + Who bought a Python from a man + And kept it for a pet. + She died, because she never knew + These simple little rules and few;-- + +[Illustration] + + The Snake is living yet. + + + + +The Welsh Mutton + + +[Illustration] + + The Cambrian Welsh or Mountain Sheep + Is of the Ovine race, + His conversation is not deep, + But then--observe his face! + + + + +The Porcupine + + +[Illustration] + + What! would you slap the Porcupine? + Unhappy child--desist! + Alas! that any friend of mine + Should turn Tupto-philist.[B] + + +[Illustration] + + To strike the meanest and the least + Of creatures is a sin, + How much more bad to beat a beast + With prickles on its skin. + +[Illustration] + +FOOTNOTES: + +[A] Sometimes called the "Lion-tailed or tufted Baboon of Ceylon." + +[B] From [Greek: tupto]=I strike; [Greek: phileo]=I love; one that loves +to strike. The word is not found in classical Greek, nor does it occur +among the writers of the Renaissance--nor anywhere else. + + + + +The Scorpion + + +[Illustration] + + The Scorpion is as black as soot, + He dearly loves to bite; + He is a most unpleasant brute + To find in bed, at night. + + + + +The Crocodile + + +[Illustration] + + Whatever our faults, we can always engage + That no fancy or fable shall sully our page, + So take note of what follows, I beg. + This creature so grand and august in its age, + In its youth is hatched out of an egg. + +[Illustration] + + And oft in some far Coptic town + The Missionary sits him down + To breakfast by the Nile: + The heart beneath his priestly gown + Is innocent of guile; + +[Illustration] + + When suddenly the rigid frown + Of Panic is observed to drown + His customary smile. + +[Illustration] + + Why does he start and leap amain, + +[Illustration] + + And scour the sandy Libyan plain + +[Illustration] + + Like one that wants to catch a train, + +[Illustration] + + Or wrestles with internal pain? + +[Illustration] + + Because he finds his egg contain-- + Green, hungry, horrible and plain-- + An Infant Crocodile. + + + + +The Vulture + + +[Illustration] + + The Vulture eats between his meals, + And that's the reason why + He very, very rarely feels + As well as you and I. + +[Illustration] + + His eye is dull, his head is bald, + His neck is growing thinner. + Oh! what a lesson for us all + To only eat at dinner! + + + + +The Bison + + +[Illustration] + + The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain) + The Door-mat you see on his head + +[Illustration] + + Is not, as some learned professors maintain, + The opulent growth of a genius' brain; + +[Illustration] + + But is sewn on with needle and thread. + + + + +The Viper + + +[Illustration] + + Yet another great truth I record in my verse, + That some Vipers are venomous, some the reverse; + A fact you may prove if you try, + +[Illustration] + + By procuring two Vipers, and letting them bite; + +[Illustration] + + With the _first_ you are only the worse for a fright, + +[Illustration] + + But after the _second_ you die. + + + + +The Llama + + +[Illustration] + + The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, + With an indolent expression and an undulating throat + Like an unsuccessful literary man. + +[Illustration] + + And I know the place he lives in (or at least--I think I do) + It is Ecuador, Brazil or Chili--possibly Peru; + You must find it in the Atlas if you can. + +[Illustration] + + The Llama of the Pampasses you never should confound + (In spite of a deceptive similarity of sound) + With the Lhama who is Lord of Turkestan. + +[Illustration] + + For the former is a beautiful and valuable beast, + But the latter is not lovable nor useful in the least; + And the Ruminant is preferable surely to the Priest + Who battens on the woful superstitions of the East, + The Mongol of the Monastery of Shan. + + + + +The Chamois + + +[Illustration] + + The Chamois inhabits + Lucerne, where his habits + (Though why I have not an idea-r) + Give him sudden short spasms + On the brink of deep chasms, + And he lives in perpetual fear. + + + + +The Frozen Mammoth + + +[Illustration] + + This Creature, though rare, is still found to the East + Of the Northern Siberian Zone. + +[Illustration] + + It is known to the whole of that primitive group + That the carcass will furnish an excellent soup, + Though the cooking it offers one drawback at least + (Of a serious nature I own): + +[Illustration] + + If the skin be _but punctured_ before it is boiled, + Your confection is wholly and utterly spoiled. + +[Illustration] + + And hence (on account of the size of the beast) + The dainty is nearly unknown. + + + + +The Microbe + + +[Illustration] + + The Microbe is so very small + You cannot make him out at all, + But many sanguine people hope + To see him through a microscope. + His jointed tongue that lies beneath + A hundred curious rows of teeth; + His seven tufted tails with lots + Of lovely pink and purple spots, + +[Illustration] + + On each of which a pattern stands, + Composed of forty separate bands; + His eyebrows of a tender green; + All these have never yet been seen-- + But Scientists, who ought to know, + Assure us that they must be so. . . . + Oh! let us never, never doubt + What nobody is sure about! + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's More Beasts (For Worse Children), by Hilaire Belloc + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27182.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27182.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b0bb39fa3e70d7d02326a8629f24c751429e5a30 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27182.txt @@ -0,0 +1,534 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Greg Bergquist, +some images courtesy of The Internet Archive and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + MORE PEERS + + Verses by H. BELLOC + Pictures by B. T. B. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON: DUCKWORTH & CO. + + + + + Printed in Great Britain at + _The Mayflower Press, Plymouth_. William Brendon & Son, Ltd. + + + + + CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + I. Edward, first EARL OF ROEHAMPTON in the County of + Surrey, deceased 5 + + II. Archibald, fifteenth Baron CALVIN of Peebles in North + Britain 11 + + III. Henry de la Tour Albert St. John Chase, commonly + known as LORD HENRY CHASE 12 + + IV. Thomas, second Baron HEYGATE of Bayswater in the + County of London 15 + + V. Percy, first EARL OF EPSOM, in the County of Surrey 16 + + VI. Arthur Weekes, commonly known as LORD FINCHLEY, + Eldest Son and Heir of Charles, first Baron + Hendon 22 + + VII. Ali-Baba, first (and last) Baron ALI-BABA of Salonika 24 + + VIII. George Punter, commonly known as LORD HIPPO, + Eldest Son and Heir of Peter, sixth Earl of + Potamus 27 + + IX. Baron UNCLE TOM of Maarfontein in the Britains + Over Seas 36 + + X. William, eighth EARL LUCKY, subsequently fifth Duke + of Bradford 39 + + XI. Christopher, sixth Baron CANTON 45 + + XII. Alcibiades, third Baron ABBOTT of Brackley in Southamptonshire 47 + + + + +Lord Roehampton + + +[Illustration] + +During a late election Lord +Roehampton strained a vocal chord +From shouting, very loud and high, +To lots and lots of people why +The Budget in his own opin- +-Ion should not be allowed to win. + +He + +[Illustration] + + sought a Specialist, who said: +"You have a swelling in the head: +Your Larynx is a thought relaxed +And you are greatly over-taxed." + +"I am indeed! On every side!" +The Earl (for such he was) replied + +[Illustration] + +In hoarse excitement.... "Oh! My Lord, +You jeopardize your vocal chord!" +Broke in the worthy Specialist. +"Come! Here's the treatment! I insist! +To Bed! to Bed! And do not speak +A single word till Wednesday week, +When I will come and set you free +(If you are cured) and take my fee." + +On Wednesday week the Doctor hires +A Brand-new Car with Brand-new Tyres +And Brand-new Chauffeur all complete +For visiting South Audley Street. + + * * * * * + +But what is this? No Union Jack +Floats on the Stables at the back! +No Toffs escorting Ladies fair +Perambulate the Gay Parterre. +A 'Scutcheon hanging lozenge-wise +And draped in crape appals his eyes +Upon the mansion's ample door, +To which he wades through + +[Illustration] + + heaps of Straw,[A] +And which a Butler + +[A] This is the first and only time +That I have used this sort of Rhyme. + +[Illustration] + + drowned in tears, +On opening but confirms his fears: +"Oh! Sir!--Prepare to hear the worst!... +Last night my kind old master burst. +And what is more, I doubt if he +Has left enough to pay your fee. +The Budget----" + + With a dreadful oath, +The Specialist, + +[Illustration] + + denouncing both +The Budget _and_ the House of Lords, +Buzzed angrily Bayswaterwards. + + * * * * * + +And ever since, as I am told, +Gets it beforehand; and in gold. + + + + +Lord Calvin + + +Lord Calvin thought the Bishops should not sit +As Peers of Parliament. + +[Illustration] + + And _argued_ it! +In spite of which, for years, and years, and years, +They went on sitting with their fellow-peers. + + + + +Lord Henry Chase + + +What happened to Lord Henry Chase? +He got into a + +[Illustration] + + Libel Case! +_The Daily Howl_ had said that he-- +But could not prove it perfectly +To Judge or Jury's satisfaction: +His Lordship, therefore, + +[Illustration] + + won the action. +But, as the damages were small, + +[Illustration] + +He gave them to a Hospital. + + + + +Lord Heygate + + +[Illustration] + +LORD HEYGATE had a troubled face, +His furniture was commonplace-- +The sort of Peer who well might pass +For someone of the middle class. +I do not think you want to hear +About this unimportant Peer, +So let us leave him to discourse +About LORD EPSOM and his horse. + + + + +Lord Epsom + + +[Illustration] + +A Horse, Lord Epsom did bestride +With mastery and quiet pride. +He dug his spurs into its hide. + +The Horse, + +[Illustration] + + discerning it was pricked, +Incontinently + +[Illustration] + + bucked and kicked, +A thing that no one could predict! + +Lord Epsom clearly understood +The High-bred creature's nervous mood, + +[Illustration] + +As only such a horseman could. +Dismounting, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + he was heard to say +That it was kinder to delay +His pleasure to a future day + + * * * * * + +He had the Hunter led away. + + + + +Lord Finchley + + +[Illustration] + +Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light +Himself. + +[Illustration] + + It struck him dead: And serve him right! +It is the business of the wealthy man +To give employment to the artisan. + + + + +Lord Ali-Baba + + +Lord Ali-Baba was a Turk +Who hated every kind of work, +And would repose for hours at ease +With + +[Illustration] + + Houris seated on his knees. +A happy life!--Until, one day + +[Illustration] + +Mossoo Alphonse Effendi Bey +(A Younger Turk: the very cream +And essence of the New Regime) +Dispelled this Oriental dream +By granting him a place at Court, +High Coffee-grinder to the Porte, +Unpaid:-- + +[Illustration] + + In which exalted Post +His Lordship yielded up the ghost. + + + + +Lord Hippo + + +Lord Hippo suffered fearful loss + +[Illustration] + +By putting money on a horse +Which he believed, if it were pressed, +Would run far faster than the rest: +For + someone who was in the know + +[Illustration] + +Had confidently told him so. + +But + +[Illustration] + + on the morning of the race +It only took + +[Illustration] + + the _seventh_ place! + +[Illustration] + +Picture the Viscount's great surprise! +He scarcely could believe his eyes! +He sought the Individual who +Had laid him odds at 9 to 2, +Suggesting as a useful tip +That they should enter Partnership +And put to joint account the debt +Arising from his foolish bet. + +[Illustration] + +But when the Bookie--oh! my word, +I only wish you could have heard +The way he roared he did not think, +And hoped that they might strike him pink! +Lord Hippo simply turned and ran +From this infuriated man. +Despairing, maddened and distraught +He utterly collapsed and sought +His sire, + +[Illustration] + + the Earl of Potamus, +And brokenly addressed him thus: +"Dread Sire--to-day--at Ascot--I ..." +His genial parent made reply: +Come! Come! Come! Come! Don't look so glum! +Trust your Papa and name the sum.... + +WHAT? + +[Illustration] + + ... _Fifteen hundred thousand?_... Hum! +However ... stiffen up, you wreck; +Boys will be boys--so here's the cheque! +Lord Hippo, feeling deeply--well, +More grateful than he cared to tell-- +Punted the lot on Little Nell:-- +And got a telegram at dinner +To say + +[Illustration] + +that he had backed the Winner! + + + + +Lord Uncle Tom + + +Lord Uncle Tom was different from + What other nobles are. +For they are yellow or pink, I think, + But he was black as tar. + +[Illustration] + +He had his Father's debonair + And rather easy pride: +But his complexion and his hair + +[Illustration] + +Were from the mother's side. + +He often mingled in debate + And latterly displayed + +[Illustration] + +Experience of peculiar weight + Upon the Cocoa-trade. + +But now He speaks no more. The BILL + Which he could not abide, +It preyed upon his mind until + He sickened, paled, and died. + + + + +Lord Lucky + + +Lord Lucky, by a curious fluke, +Became a most important duke. +From living in a vile Hotel + +[Illustration] + +A long way east of Camberwell + +He rose, in less than half an hour, +To riches, dignity and power. +It happened in the following way:-- +The Real Duke went out one day +To shoot with several people, one + +[Illustration] + +Of whom had never used a gun. +This gentleman (a Mr. Meyer +Of Rabley Abbey, Rutlandshire), +As he was scrambling through the brake, + +[Illustration] + +Discharged his weapon by mistake, +And plugged about an ounce of lead +Piff-bang into his Grace's Head---- +Who naturally fell down dead. + +His heir, Lord Ugly, roared, "You Brute! + +[Illustration] + +Take that to teach you how to shoot!" +Whereat he volleyed, left and right; +But being somewhat short of sight, +His right-hand Barrel only got +The second heir, Lord Poddleplot; +The while the left-hand charge (or choke) +Accounted for another bloke, +Who stood with an astounded air +Bewildered by the whole affair +--And was the third remaining heir. + +After the + +[Illustration] + + Execution (which +Is something rare among the Rich) +Lord Lucky, while of course he needed +Some + +[Illustration] + + help to prove their claim, + succeeded. +--But after his succession, though +All this was over years ago, +He only once indulged the whim +Of asking Meyer to lunch with him. + + + + +Lord Canton + + +The reason that + +[Illustration] + + the Present Lord Canton +Succeeded lately to his Brother John +Was that his Brother John, the elder son, +Died rather suddenly at forty-one. + +The insolence of an Italian guide + +[Illustration] + +Appears to be the reason that he died. + + + + +Lord Abbott + + +Lord Abbott's coronet was far too small, +So small, that as he sauntered down White Hall +Even the youthful Proletariat +(Who probably mistook it for a Hat) +Remarked on its exiguous extent. + +[Illustration] + +Here is a picture of the incident. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27275.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27275.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cddc804e301754bd13878abaa947f233d6c426d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27275.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + + + + + + +THE ANGEL OF THOUGHT + + + + + + +THE ANGEL OF THOUGHT and Other Poems + + +_Impressions from Old Masters_ + + +ETHEL ALLEN MURPHY + + + BOSTON + RICHARD G. BADGER + The Gorham Press + 1909 + + + + + _Copyright 1908, by Ethel Allen Murphy_ + _All Rights Reserved_ + _The Gorham Press, Boston, U.S.A._ + + + + +TO MY FRIEND AND TEACHER ANNA J. HAMILTON + + + + + The writer wishes to express her gratitude to the Art + Department of the Indiana University, whose kindness in + lending the pictures which suggested the verses, and whose + mission in opening some of their meanings to her spirit, + have helped to make possible this little book. + + + + +_CONTENTS_ + + + _The Angel of Thought_ 13 + (_Suggested by a Fra Angelico Angel._) + + _Annunciation--Sonnet I_ 15 + + _Annunciation--Sonnet II_ 17 + (_From the picture by Botticelli._) + + _The Visitation_ 19 + (_From the picture in Duerer's series on "The Life + of the Virgin"_) + + _A Botticelli Madonna._ + + _I. The Wondering Angels_ 21 + (_From the Madonna of the Magnificat._) + + _II. The Mournful Mother_ 23 + (_From the Madonna of the Pomegranate._) + + _III. The Loving Christ_ 25 + (_From the Madonna of the Rose Garden._) + + _The Angel of the Jasmine Wreath_ 27 + (_From Botticelli's painting, in the Borghese + Gallery, of the Madonna and Child with Angels._) + + _A Prayer for the Followers of Ideal Beauty_ 29 + (_With a pencil sketch of an angel, by Botticelli._) + + + + + +_ILLUSTRATIONS_ + + + 1. _Angel--"Te Deum Laudamus," by Fra Angelico._ 12 + + 2. _"The Annunciation"--by Botticelli._ 14 + + 3. _"The Visitation" (From the picture in the series on + "The Life of the Virgin,") by Duerer._ 18 + + 4. _"The Madonna of the Magnificat"--by Botticelli._ 20 + + 5. _"The Madonna of the Pomegranate"--by Botticelli._ 22 + + 6. _"The Madonna of the Rose Garden"--by Botticelli._ 24 + + 7. _The Angel Crowned with a Jasmine Wreath--by Botticelli._ 26 + + 8. _Pencil Sketch of an Angel--by Botticelli_. 28 + + + + +[Illustration: _Te Deum Laudamus by Fra Angelico_] + + + + +THE ANGEL OF THOUGHT + +(_Suggested by a Fra Angelico Angel_) + + + Angel of Thought, meseems God winged _thee_ so, + And crowned thine head with passion fine as flame, + And made thy lifted face too pure for shame, + With eyes and brow a mirror to His glow;-- + And gave thy lips a golden trump, that, though + Long years have passed since other angels came + To work the mighty wonders of His name,-- + In God's own name and man's, thyself shalt go + Forever on strong pinions to and fro, + And round the earth reverberating blow + The mute, world-shaking music of the mind; + That thou might'st make as naught all space and time, + And thrill in mystic oneness through mankind, + Yet dwell in each, inviolate, sublime. + + + + +[Illustration: _The Annunciation by Botticelli_] + + + + +ANNUNCIATION + +(_From the picture by Botticelli_) + + + I + + Kneeling in prayer, her spirit rapt above, + She meets with God, Who bendeth, brooding low, + In vast compassion humanward, and so, + There comes upon her life the power of Love: + Rising--behold! with pinions like a dove, + An angel with a rod where row on row + Of chaliced lilies spill supernal glow,-- + Which all her thought to wonder mute doth move. + Then falls upon the rapture of her soul, + Dimly some vision of Gethsemane, + Athwart the Resurrection's shining goal, + And with uplifted hand she pleads as One + Shall pray in night of darkest agony, + "This cup remove,--yet, Lord, Thy Will be done." + + + + +ANNUNCIATION + +(_From a picture by Botticelli_) + + + II + + Immortal eloquence of mystic Art! + How strangely o'er oblivion and gray time, + That hand doth speak, as in the painter's prime + It uttered thus his own and Mary's heart, + At sight of it, what rich conjectures start, + Adown the years, what wistful Aves chime, + That wake the soul to rapture how sublime, + Wherewith we, too, must bear in Him our part! + For unto each to bring redemption's share, + Whereby adown the ages Christ is borne, + There comes the angel of the lilied rod; + And though our souls with anguish sore are torn, + We pray once more the world-o'ercoming prayer, + And then is born in us the Word of God. + + + + +[Illustration: _The Visitation by Duerer_] + + + + +THE VISITATION + +(_From the picture in Duerer's series on "The Life of the Virgin"_) + + + The mountains wonder from their cloudy height, + The skies look on and grow more deep with awe; + From these two women, earthly loves withdraw, + And leave them shrined in some ensphering light,-- + More fine than that which greets the earthly sight, + More glorious than that Creation saw, + When, from abeyance to primeval law, + There burst the dawn from out the womb of night; + Yet are all things unchanged around them,--these, + The ancient hills, the town, the quiet trees, + The household presences through which they grope + Blind to all else but to each other's eyes, + Wherein, transforming heaven and earth, there lies + Sublime effulgence of immortal Hope. + + + + +[Illustration: _The Madonna of the Magnificat, by Botticelli_] + + + + +A BOTTICELLI MADONNA + + I + + THE WONDERING ANGELS + + + Behold! the Tabernacle of God's Will + This woman's form enshrineth. What is this, + More glorious than all our age-long bliss, + Which shines within the shadow of her sill? + How shall we lift this strangeness which doth fill + Her human heart to breaking,--we who miss + In our immortal joy, the enlight'ning kiss + Of sorrow's bitter lips whence comforts thrill? + How shall we sing to her of joys to come, + To her who bears upon her breast the sum + Of death's dread gloom and heaven's undying light? + Lean close, ah, close, about her from above,-- + Behold upon the mildness of her love + Enthroned the terrors of His Holy Might! + + + + +[Illustration: _The Madonna of the Pomegranate by Botticelli_] + + + + +A BOTTICELLI MADONNA + + II + + THE MOURNFUL MOTHER + + + O child of mine, my little Son, alas! + Beneath the sunlight of Thy gentle eyes, + Too soon, too soon, what fateful shadows rise, + Like night foretold in some sweet woodland glass? + On tender feet that scarcely bow the grass, + What stains are those of ripe pomegranate dyes?-- + When on my breast Thy head in slumber lies, + What thorns are those that through my heart do pass? + And round about these crowds of haunting forms + That burn their splendor through my dimmest dreams! + O little Child, Thou Wonder too divine, + Thy precious body all my bosom warms + With mine own blood, but oftentimes it seems, + Too dearly loved,--that yet Thou art not mine. + + + + +[Illustration: _The Madonna of the Rose Garden, by Botticelli_] + + + + +A BOTTICELLI MADONNA + + III + + THE LOVING CHRIST + + + The little hands returning wistfully + From birdlike wand'rings, ever come to rest, + On fostering hand on tender cheek or breast; + The upturned eyes, with loving certainty + Seek ever the grave face where broodingly, + The mother-soul by yearning love opprest, + With wings down-drooped, seems folded o'er the nest + Where lies the Hope of all humanity. + And she His World, and He her Calvary,-- + He wraps her round with all the mystery + Of love predestined for earth's needy ones; + "Be comforted," it seems He fain would say, + "O mother mine, there dawns an Easter day, + And thou in me hast mothered many sons." + + + + +[Illustration: _Angel Crowned with Jasmine Wreath, by Botticelli_] + + + + +THE ANGEL OF THE JASMINE WREATH + +(_From a picture by Botticelli, of the Madonna and Child with +Angels,--in the Borghese Gallery_) + + + Ineffable angel, with the jasmine wreathed, + Wherefrom the sweetness over brow and lips, + And luminous white eyelids tremulously slips, + A visible essence from thy beauty breathed,-- + The pure and pensive marvel of thy face is sheathed + In tresses softer than the bloom of night, + Wherefrom the dampness on thy forehead drips + With dews from out God's meadows infinite,-- + Thy face, itself, a lily filled with light:-- + Thyself the youngest of God's angels and most fair, + Bearing His latest breath and blessing on thine hair, + Thou comest fresh from looking on thy Lord; + And all is well, and all is filled for thee + With eloquent, mute wonder of His Word. + Oh, lean a little forth thy lips to me, + For I am fain of peace amid this earthly strife, + And I would drink, a spent soul, thirstily, + From out thy never-failing cup of life. + + + + +[Illustration: _Angel, from a pencil sketch, by Botticelli_] + + + + +A PRAYER FOR THE FOLLOWERS OF IDEAL BEAUTY + +(_With a pencil sketch of an Angel by Botticelli_) + + + Thou in whose All no work imperfect stands, + Thou who dost gaze on Beauty's unveiled face, + Grant to Thy children Thy sustaining grace, + When low at length have run the daylight sands,-- + When, though their day was set to Thy commands, + They bow contritely in prayer's holy place, + Because through strivings beauty-wards they trace + The sad misshapings of their earthly hands: + Grant them at eve a soul devoutly still, + Grant them in dreams a vision of Thy light, + Grant them at morn a sorrow purged away + Into the peace of all-absolving night, + Star in the dawnlight of a fairer day, + Nearer the blossom of Thy perfect Will. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27346.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27346.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..861b8ea2c8bed6e35a1bf5eeb89aab68a6aa4d19 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27346.txt @@ -0,0 +1,229 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope + + + + + GRANDMOTHER + + PUSS, + + Or The Grateful Mouse. + + McLoughlin Brothers. New-York. + + * * * * * + * * * * + + GRANDMOTHER PUSS, + + or, + + THE GRATEFUL MOUSE. + + +I wish that all the little boys and girls who read +this story could _see_ Grandmother Puss; but as they +cannot, I will tell you something about her. She is +a very large, and handsome old cat of grave aspect, +and solemn manners. Her face is black, with white +marks around the eyes, and across the nose, which +make her look as if she wore spectacles; and she has +a grandson called Peter, who lives with her. + +When Peter was but six weeks old, he was left an +orphan; for some very, very wicked dog had killed +his mother! Grandmother Puss at once took the lonely +kitten to her heart, with many tears, sharing her +milk with him; and as he grew larger, giving him the +fattest and most tender mice, she could catch. + +I think she spoiled him, as other Grandmothers do. +He never watched for mice, and did nothing to earn +his own living, but passed his time chiefly in +chasing his own tail, and other vain and foolish +amusements. Now, there was an old gray rat who lived +in a hole, in the cellar. He was always up to some +kind of mischief--had spoiled a great deal of milk, +and carried off all the cheese he could get his paws +on--once he was even seen trying to get away with an +egg, which he was rolling gently toward his hole! + +He did so much harm, and was so very knowing and +sly, that at last Grandmother Puss declared, with +tears in her eyes, that she would neither taste, +touch, nor handle a single mouse, until she had +caught the old gray robber. And she kept her word. +She sometimes sat a whole night, watching for the +old rogue, but although she often saw him, she could +never catch him. + +There was also a cunning little mouse, who lived +near by. He was called Cooky, because he was once +seen lugging off a whole cooky, to give to his lame +sister. Now, the wicked old rat tried nearly as hard +to catch poor Cooky as Grandmother Puss did to get +the old rat; and Cooky was more afraid of the grim +old rat, than he was of the cat herself. One night +Cooky saw the rat at one end of the cellar, very +busy, eating a piece of cheese that he had stolen. +So Cooky betook himself to the other end, where he +had seen some fine apples, and he was very fond of +apples, indeed. + +So he crept softly up to the heap, and was just +about to taste a fine, juicy one, when the cat saw +him. "I said, I would not touch, or taste a mouse," +she said, "but I did _not_ say I would not scare +one, and I cannot see these nice apples spoiled--so +here goes." With these words, she made a rush for +the mouse, making all the noise she could; which is +not usual with cats, you know, which go very softly, +in order not to scare the mice before they can catch +them. + +Cooky, of course, darted away to his hole in a hury, +and there peeped out carefully. "Now," said he to +himself, "that cat has a kind look; I've a good mind +to try, and make a bargain with her, so that I can +get something to eat once in a while. Perhaps I can +make her promise not to eat me, but it will do no +harm to try, and everybody knows that Grandmother +Puss is a cat of her word." So just as Puss was +about to start for the other end of the cellar, +for a tussle with the old rat, she heard a small +squeaking voice, which said, "Please, Grandmother +Puss, I want to make a bargain with you." "A bargain +with _me!_" said Puss, looking about in surprise for +the small voice. "What do you mean?" + +"Why, I want to come into the cellar whenever I +like, and eat whatever scraps I can find, besides +taking away a little for my poor, lame sister. Now, +if you will let me do so, and promise not to hurt +me, I will do anything in the world that you ask me +to do--that is _right_--and that I am able to do." + + [Illustration: The Old Rat Stealing Cheese.] + +This was a big speech for a little mouse, but +Grandmother Puss only thought how Cooky could help +her in the matter of catching the old gray rat. She +turned it over in her mind for some time, keeping +one eye on Cooky, who, in his eagerness, had come +outside his hole, and at last said: "Do you know Mr. +Gray Rat, Cooky?" "Yes, Madame," said Cooky, with +great politeness. "Do you know where he is now?" +pursued Pussy. "Yes, Madame, I think I do," replied +Cooky, growing bolder every minute. "Well," said +Grandmother Puss, solemnly, "that rat has caused my +good mistress a great deal of trouble, and if you +can in any way tempt him within my reach, so that I +can catch him, I promise never to harm you, or to +allow my grandson, Peter, to do so." "It's a +bargain," said Cooky, "you hide here behind this +box, and when you see me run by, with the rat after +me, you can give one spring, and catch the rogue; +but please be quick about it, or he may catch _me_." + + [Illustration: Death of the Old Rat.] + +So Puss hid behind the box; Cooky went as near old +Gray Rat's hole as he dared, then, giving a +frightened squeak, as though he had just caught +sight of his enemy, turned and ran with all his +speed toward the place where Puss lay concealed. The +old rat heard Cooky's squeak, and was after him in a +moment squealing out, "I'll have you now, master +Cooky, and you'll make me a nice supper." But long +before he could reach Cooky, Grandmother Puss +pounced upon the gray old rascal, and tore him to +pieces in a trice, though I fear she found her prize +too tough for dinner! Then Puss told Cooky to come +and drink milk from her dish, which he did, and then +ran off, well pleased, to his hole, taking some +bread with him to feed his poor, lame sister. + +Although Grandmother Puss thought her grandson. +Peter, much too lazy to try and catch Cooky, still +she thought it safer to forbid him to go near him, +or to disturb him in any way. Now Peter didn't want +to catch Cooky, or any other mouse, so long as he +was free to do so. + +But as soon as Grandmother Puss told him to let +little Cooky alone, and never to go near her, or +frighten her; Peter was at once seized with a +violent wish to do that very thing. I am sorry to +say, that many little children who should know how +to behave much better than Peter; very often feel +the same desire to do what they know is wrong. So +Peter now thought that Cooky must be the sweetest +and tenderest mouse alive. The more he thought of +him, the more his mouth watered for him. He did not +believe his Grandma would punish him much, even if +she found him out. + +He even tried to persuade himself that his Grandma +was merely fattening Cooky up for her own use; and +intended to eat him herself as soon as he was in +good condition! + +This went on for some time, until at last Peter's +desire to taste Cooky grew too strong for him. So +one day, he went softly down the stairs and hid +himself, to wait for Cooky's daily visit to the box. +He thought he was alone in the cellar, but he was +mistaken--Grandma Puss was not far off, watching for +any stray rat who might come that way. + +She saw Peter, and wondered what he was about. She +soon found out. In a short time poor Cooky came out +to get his dinner, with no thought of danger in his +mind. Quick as a flash, the wicked Peter grabbed +him! Luckily for Cooky, Peter thought he would worry +his victim a little before eating him, as cats often +do; and so while he was letting poor Cooky run a +little way, and then catching him again; Grandma +Puss, who had seen the whole thing, crept slyly up, +and in a moment, the astonished Peter was rolling +upon the floor, from the effects of a box on the ear +from his enraged Grandmother. + + [Illustration: Grandma Puss, punishes Peter.] + +Cooky, of course, got back to his hole with great +speed. He was not much hurt, and as soon as he felt +himself safe, he looked out, and saw Puss giving +Peter a cuffing and shaking that did his little +heart good; and which Peter remembered as long as he +lived. Grandma then told him, that in future he must +catch his own mice, and as that gave him plenty to +do, and kept wicked thoughts out of his mind, he +grew up to be an ornament to his race. He is a smart +cat now, catches mice for his Grandma as well as +himself; and is much thought of in the very highest +circles of society. + + +THE END. + + * * * * * + * * * * + +Errata + + darted away to his hole in a hury, [spelling unchanged] + he grew up to be an ornament to his race ["an / an" at line break] + Grandma Puss, punishes Peter [comma as shown] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27391.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27391.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..04b9ab29047fb1c1bc96d50ee3fed32c40544e66 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27391.txt @@ -0,0 +1,245 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Louise Hope + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original lovely illustrations. + See 27391-h.htm or 27391-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/7/3/9/27391/27391-h/27391-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/2/7/3/9/27391/27391-h.zip) + + + + + +LITTLE PLEASEWELL'S + +The MOUSE and the +CHRISTMAS CAKE + + + + + + + +McLoughlin Bros : NEW YORK + + + + +A LITTLE MOUSE THAT BUILT +ITSELF A HOUSE IN A +CHRISTMAS CAKE. + + + A pretty story I will tell, + Of Nib, a little Mouse, + Who took delight, when none where near, + To skip about the house. + + Her little nose could sniff and smell + Where all good things were kept, + And in the pantry well she knew + That mistress Pussy slept. + + But, notwithstanding, in she crept, + And on the shelf she found + A Christmas cake, the top of which + Was by a castle crowned. + + The subject of the present cake + Was Windsor's mighty walls; + With turrets, windows, standard too, + And entrance to the halls. + + [Illustration] + + Why, here within such walls as these, + Thought Mousey, I could dwell; + And should the Cat lay siege to them, + Defend myself right well. + + So, with her little teeth, which served + For pickaxe and for spade, + She gnawed right through the gothic door, + And thus an entrance made. + + Then climbed the turret, which she chose + Her residence to make; + And thought to leave it now and then, + And feast upon the cake. + + All this occurred on Christmas eve, + And next came Christmas day; + And then some little folks arrived, + To eat, and drink, and play. + + Right merry are the little folks, + And what a noise they make, + When Windsor castle they behold, + Displayed upon the cake. + + The turrets and the walls they view, + The cannon, too, admire; + [Illustration] + [Illustration] + The soldiers ready to present, + And then--pop!--pop!--to fire. + + On this, when they had long enough + All exercised their wit, + They scrutinised the cake, and wished + To taste a bit of it. + + Each guest prepared,--the knife was raised + Some slices to begin, + When, lo! with wonder, all exclaimed, + "I hear a noise within!" + + Poor Mousey, when she saw the knife, + At once expressed her fear, + By squeaking out with all her might, + Which every one could hear. + + Then John, as he the turret viewed, + With consternation cried, + "There's something, I am sure, alive, + And moving, too, inside." + + All now were hushed, and knew not what + All this could be about; + While Mouse, in fright, forgot her tail, + Which at the top popped out. + + [Illustration] + + "Why, here's some trick," the lady cried, + "I'll knock the turret down." + Mousey, in terror, gave a leap, + And ran along her gown. + + "Oh!" screamed the lady, "what is this?" + On each side was dismay, + Which Mousey took advantage of, + By scampering away. + + Their fright all o'er, loud laughs ensued, + From all within the house, + To think that so much fear should be + Caused by a little Mouse. + + The children hunted for this Mouse, + But she was not a dolt + To wait 'till she was caught, but made + Right through a hole--a bolt. + + The party then began their dance, + And singing next ensued; + And then came supper, with its cakes, + And very best home-brewed. + + * * * * * + * * * * + +One Cent Books--Dolls and Games. + +YOUNG AMERICA'S SERIES. 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Y. + + + + * * * * * + + + +Errata (Noted by Transcriber) + + Who took delight, when none where near [_spelling unchanged_] + Industrious Boy, [_comma in original_] + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27396.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27396.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..94a15bbe02c1aa6216d4f6c0905506746d85eb30 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27396.txt @@ -0,0 +1,499 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + PROUD SIGNILD + AND + OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +PROUD SIGNILD. + + +Proud Signild's bold brothers have taken her hand, +They've wedded her into a far distant land. + +They've wedded her far from her own native land, +To her father's foul murderer gave they her hand. + +And so for eight winters the matter it stood, +Their face for eight winters she never once view'd. + +Proud Signild she brews, and the ruddy wine blends; +To her brothers so courteous a bidding she sends. + +Sir Loumor then laughed to his heart's very core-- +Not once had he laughed for eight winters before. + +To the top of the castle proud Signild she goes, +And thence she so many a wistful look throws. + +And now she perceives down the green hillock's side +Her seven bold brothers so furiously ride. + +Proud Signild she stands on the castle's high peak, +She hears in the courtyard her seven brothers speak. + +Proud Signild she hastes her array to put on, +And unto the hall to Sir Loumor she's gone. + +"Now hear thou, Sir Loumor, thou lord, great and fine, +"Wilt welcome these seven bold brothers of mine?" + +"I'll welcome these seven bold brothers of thine, +Proud Signild, as if they were brothers of mine." + +Sir Loumor again a wild laughter outsent, +And the hard marble wall by that laughter was rent. + +Then outspake the child in the cradle that lay, +No word had the child ever spoke till that day: + +"It shows that no good is about to take place, +When my father he laughs in my dear mother's face." + +With his foot he the cradle has spurned with such force +That out rolled the baby, a blood-besprent corse. + +So matters passed on 'till of evening the fall, +To the evening repast the relations went all. + +Sir Loumor her lord she placed at the board's head, +To the stools at the bottom her brothers she led. + +To Sir Loumor she handed the stout ruddy wine, +To her brothers she only sweet milk will assign. + +Sir Loumor pretended to drink deep and fast, +But in secret the wine down beneath him he cast. + +Proud Signild now to the bed chamber wends, +And the bed she prepares for her dear-beloved friends. + +The bed she outspreads on the hard rugged stone, +And that to prevent them from sleeping was done. + +And under their sides she placed slily their knives, +Which well they might trust in defence of their lives. + +She also has placed underneath their bed heads +Their actons of steel, and their keen naked blades. + +'Twas late, late at night, and the lights were burnt low, +And away to their couches it lists them to go. + +No sooner proud Signild had sunk to repose, +Than from her white side dread Sir Loumor arose. + +To the hall, the dark hall, took Sir Loumor his way, +Proud Signild's seven brothers intending to slay. + +To the side of the bed upon tip toe he drew, +And the seven bold brothers he traitorously slew. + +In his fell hand uptakes he both faulchion and knife, +And each of the sleepers deprived he of life. + +In a bowl he collects of the murdered the gore, +And that he brings in the proud Signild before. + +In, in at the door-way Sir Loumor he sped, +From Signild's cheek faded the beautiful red. + +"Sir Loumor, my lord, thy looks fill me with fright, +Say where hast thou been in the midst of the night?" + +"I've been to the hall, if the truth I must tell, +I heard my two hunting hawks screech there, and yell." + +"O why of thy hawks art thou talking, my lord? +May God in his mercy my dears brothers guard." + +Sir Loumor produced of her brothers the gore, +And that by her foot he has placed on the floor. + +"Now drink thou, proud Signild, my much beloved Dame, +This blood from the veins of thy brothers that came." + +"With a terrible thirst I must needs be distrest, +When I, O Sir Loumor, obey thy behest. + +"But to bed and to sleep, my dear lord, now repair, +Full little, be sure for my brothers I care. + +"I care not although all my kindred are slain, +Since thee, my heart's dearest, alive I retain." + +So things in this fashion for eight winters stood, +And Sir Loumor his brothers and sisters ne'er view'd. + +Sir Loumor he brews, and the ruddy wine blends, +To his brothers and sisters a bidding he sends. + +Then laughed the proud Signild, that dame fair of face, +And the first time it was for full eight winters space. + +Sir Loumor's relations she placed at the board, +And she handed them mead with so many a fair word. + +Of the wine, the clear wine, drank Sir Loumor so free, +For his life not the slightest precaution took he. + +On the soft down she spread their beds high from the ground, +She wished to procure for them slumbers so sound. + +She spread out their beds on the bolsters of blue, +Thereon with her fingers the sleep runes she drew. + +No sooner Sir Loumor had sunk to repose, +Than from his embrace the proud Signild arose. + +From out of a corner she took a keen sword, +She'll awake with its point the dear kin of her lord. + +To the sleeping apartment proud Signild then sped, +And straightway his five belov'd brothers slew dead. + +Though her heart it was sad, and the tears in her eyes, +His three belov'd sisters she slew in like guise. + +Then swift in a bowl she collects the red gore, +And that she brought in good Sir Loumor before. + +She took off the chaplet her brow from around, +And firmly the hands of Sir Loumor she bound. + +"Now wake thou, Sir Loumor, and speak to thy wife, +I'll not, whilst thou sleepest, deprive thee of life. + +"Now drink, O Sir Loumor, the kind and the good, +Drink, drink thy dear brothers' and sisters' heart's blood." + +"O sore would the thirst be, O Signild, full sore, +That ever could tempt me to drink of that gore. + +"Thyself to thy bed, my sweet Signild, betake, +For the death of my kindred my heart will not break." + +Sir Loumor sought after his trusty brown brand, +And found to his fear he was bound foot and hand. + +"O Signild, proud Signild, I pray thee now spare, +And aye to be kind to thee, Signild, I swear." + +"Methinks that thou didst little kindness display, +The time thou my father didst murderously slay! + +"Thou slewest my father with treacherous glaive, +And then my dear brothers, so beauteous and brave. + +"Then hope not for mercy, on vengeance I'm bent, +Because all I cherished from me thou hast rent." + +Then she drew forth the knife from her sleeve bloody red, +And Sir Loumor she stabbed till the life from him fled. + +Then out from its cradle the little child spake: +"That deed, if I live, I will some day ywrake." + +"I know that thou art of the very same blood, +And I never expect thou to me wilt be good." + +The child by the small of the leg she has ta'en, +And against the bed side she has beat out its brain. + +"Now I, the proud Signild, have slain man for man, +And I'll hie me away to my land and my clan." + + + + +THE DAMSEL OF THE WOOD + + +The Knight takes hawk, and the man takes hound, + And away to the good green-wood they rambled; +There beasts both great and small they found, + Amid the forest glades that gambol'd. + +A hind 'neath a linden tree he spied, + A maid beneath the willows sitting; +The Knight outspread his mantle wide, + Within that spot for love so fitting. + +And there throughout the night they lie, + And no one sought their rest to trouble; +The linden tree so charmingly + Conceals them with its foliage noble. + +No sooner dawned the morning light, + And early cocks commenced their crowing, +The Damsel pats on his breast the knight: + "Sweet love, you must be up and going. + +"Ride o'er the brig at full career, + And o'er the verdant meadows hurry; +My brothers seven you'll meet I fear, + So full of courage, strength, and fury." + +"If seven or ten thy brothers be, + Each full of courage, strength, and beauty, +If a comrade good they seek in me + I trust I know a comrade's duty. + +"And if me they'll have as a brother dear, + Their brother straight to be I'm willing; +But they shall win the victory ne'er + If bent my youthful blood on spilling." + +"O dearest heart, with tears I pray + That thou wilt not go lightly nigh them, +But ride about another way, + Far distant off thou may'st descry them." + +"O ne'er at court shall it be said + That I, a knight, for warriors seven, +Or ten times seven, the straight road fled, + To match them all I trust in heaven." + +His sword to his side the warrior tied, + And then himself in his acton casing, +A fond adieu to the Damsel cried, + Who sadly stood behind him gazing. + +The youth despising all alarms + With spur so keen his courser urges, +Seven knights he meets in burnished arms + From out the wood as he emerges. + +"Ha, early met, thou warrior good, + Pray tell us what thou hast been doing!" +"O I have been to the good green-wood, + With hound and hawk the deer pursuing." + +"Where is thy hawk and greyhound, say? + Thy silvan spoil, we pray thee show it." +"A good friend came across my way, + And on that friend I did bestow it." + +"No knight will part with his prey so light + For which in wood he's toiled and panted; +With a maiden bright you slept last night, + Her brothers' leave nor sought nor granted." + +"To chase the dun deer, Sirs, I rode, + Full little of your sister knowing, +The first fair deer itself that showed + I chased with heart and bosom glowing. + +"It crouched beneath my scarlet cloak, + It pleased me, Sirs, beyond all measure; +With thanks to heaven the gift I took, + And made me happy with my treasure. + +"I let my hounds the wild deer chase, + I thought but little of their capture; +But I took the hind to my embrace, + What moments then of bliss and rapture. + +"Of all the world's fair maids was she + The fairest both in face and carriage; +If she, Sir Knights, your sister be, + I beg your sister's hand in marriage. + +"A faithful brother I will be, + And in your cause I death will suffer; +And her I'll hold in respect and love, + And nothing more a knight can proffer." + +"Thou shalt not get the maid for mate, + But thou shalt die, thou knight enamour'd; +So make thy shrift 'neath the linden straight, + The little birds shall hear it stammer'd. + +"Now wilt thou stand, or wilt thou fly + Into the deep wood for protection; +Or guard thy young life valiantly, + To prove thy courage and affection?" + +"O I will stand, nor craven fly + Unto the murky wood for cover, +I'll guard my life right valiantly, + And thus I'll prove me worthy of her." + +First one he slew, then quickly two, + His knightly courage well display'd he; +But, though his seven foes he slew, + With his own life full dearly paid he. + +When the tidings reached the maiden's ear + She let fall briny tears in plenty; +But if for her kin she shed one tear, + She shed I ween for the bold knight twenty. + + + + +DAMSEL METTIE. + + +Knights Peter and Olaf they sat o'er the board, +Betwixt them in jesting passed many a word. + +"Now hear thou, Sir Olaf my comrade, do tell +Why thou hast ne'er wedded some fair demoiselle?" + +"What need with a housewife myself to distress, +So long as my little gold horn I possess? + +"So long as my little gold horn I possess, +I lure every maid I may wish to caress. + +"The Damsel is not in the world to be found, +But what I can lure with that little horn's sound." + +"I know a proud damsel that dwells by the rill, +On her thou couldst never accomplish thy will. + +"I'll gage my war courser, the steady and tried, +Thou never canst lure the fair Mettie, my bride." + +"Against him I'll gage my grey courser of power, +That she shall this evening repair to my bower. + +"My courser so proud, and my neck bone so white +I'll gage that I lure the fair Mettie this night." + +'Twas late in the evening, mist fell from the skies, +Sir Olaf he plays in his very best guise. + +Sir Olaf he plays on his gold harp a strain, +That heard the proud Mettie far over the plain. + +Sir Olaf a tune on his golden horn blew, +To the house of fair Mettie the thrilling sounds flew. + +Long stood the fair Mettie and listened thereto: +"Now shall I or not to that horn-player go?" + +Long stood damsel Mettie in doubt and in care: +"No one of my maidens take with me I dare." + +The maid and the little brown messan her friend, +Through the paths of the forest so lonely they wend. + +Her mantle of blue the fair Mettie puts on, +And unto the bower of Sir Olaf she's gone. + +On the door of the chamber she gave a low knock: +"Sir Olaf, I pray thee, arise and unlock." + +"O none have I summoned to me at this hour, +And unto no one will I open my door." + +"Sir Olaf, arise, let me in I request, +At what I have heard I'm so sorely distrest." + +"At what thou hast heard, be thou glad or distrest, +Thou comest not into my bower of rest. + +"But soon should the door to thee open I wot, +Provided Sir Peter thy sweetheart were not. + +"Although in my heart I may love thee full dear, +Sir Peter for me to admit thee's too near." + +"Sir Olaf, arise, let me in I implore, +The night-dew falls chilly my scarlet dress o'er." + +"Though chill fall the night-dew thy scarlet dress o'er, +I dare not, O Mettie, fling open my door." + +"Since into thy bower thou lett'st me not come, +O let thy swains guide me, dear heart, to my home." + +"The night it is bright, and the moon sheds her ray, +Fair maid, thou wilt find without trouble thy way. + +"The moon's in the sky, and shines clear o'er the mead, +So back by thyself to thy chamber proceed." + +The maid, and the little brown messan her friend, +They home through the forest so lonely must wend. + +And when to the gate of the castle she came, +Sir Peter was leaning against it his frame. + +"Thrice welcome, thrice welcome, thou proud Mettelil, +Say where hast thou been in the night season still?" + +"I walked out, my lord, by no mortal eye seen, +And I gathered the herbs both the blue and the green. + +"The herbs I collected with diligent hand, +Which just at this season in fullest bloom stand. + +"I stood in the meadows throughout the long night, +And harked to the nightingale's song with delight." + +"No! not to the song from the nightingale's throat, +But unto Sir Olaf his gilded horn's note. + +"This night's walk, and others of similar sort, +Will make thee the subject of common report. + +"The walk of this night, and perhaps many more, +By the Saints, my fair Mettie, this walking give o'er. + +"Now hear thou proud Mettie, to bed hie away, +And 'neath the white linen thy fair body lay. + +"Depart to thy bed, that I rede thee to do, +Would'st have me remain to thee tender and true. + +"I've lost now my courser, the steady and tried, +Because thou hast proved thee a false, fickle bride." + +And what became of her no man ever knew, +Nor whither her ashes before the wind flew. + +But as soon as her bower in ruddy flame blazed +In the breast of Sir Peter such anguish was raised. + +Sir Peter he grieved to his very death day, +Sir Olaf ne'er ventured to cross his friend's way. + +I counsel each swain, in affectionate part, +To tempt not too hardly the maid of his heart. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27405.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27405.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..44c63384de4573d246513864cb54ad48baa8c07a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27405.txt @@ -0,0 +1,576 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + ULF VAN YERN + AND + OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +ULF VAN YERN + + +It was youthful Ulf Van Yern + Goes before the King to stand: +"To avenge my father's death + Lend me warriors of thy band." + +"Of my kemps I'll lend thee them + Who to follow thee consent; +Ask'st thou Vidrik Verlandson + Thou wilt further thy intent. + +"I will lend thee of my men, + Thou shalt have the very flower; +Vidrik, and stark Diderik, + Many kemps have felt their power. + +"They are heroes strong and bold + Who have battles often won; +Feared are they in every land + Where their names' renown has gone." + +In walked he, the good Dane King, + Glittering like the morning star: +"Which of ye, my Danish swains, + Will attend my friend to war?" + +Stalked the King along the floor, + Bore a gold cup in his hand: +"Which of ye, my courtmen, will, + Follow Wolf with shield and brand?" + +To their mouths their hats they held, + None to answer him made haste, +Save bold Vidrik Verlandson, + Of them all he made a jest. + +It was Vidrik Verlandson + Of his comrades made a sport: +"Sure 'tis but to guzzle mead + We are gathered here at court." + +Wrathful Diderik straight became, + Frantic at that word he grew; +Off he smote two warriors' heads, + At the King's foot them he threw. + +Then spake Vidrik Verlandson, + His whole thought on honor lies: +"We'll dispatch our messenger + And not go in stealthy guise." + +It was youthful Hammergray + Hurried from the city gate; +Every one on him that looked + Lost his voice and colour straight. + +Hark away, young Hammergray, + Gold is glittering on thy breast; +Ne'er was found or hawk or hound + Could with Hammer's speed contest. + +Pearls upon his bosom shone, + Folks thereat astounded gaze: +Fowl was none beneath the sun + Could with youthful Hammer race. + +Swift into the King's high hill + Bounded youthful Hammergray: +He was nimble at the tongue, + And could speak in gallant way. + +"King of Brattens Vendel, hail! + And the rest that fill your hall; +Ulf Van Yern to-morrow comes + To avenge his father's fall." + +"Better had he be at home + Tending sheep beneath the height, +Better than a message send + That he thither comes to fight. + +"Better had he crawl at home + Like a worm the rock beneath, +Than the war-like struggle dare + Where his father sank in death. + +"He at home had better stay, + Crouch and shake the bush below; +One blow only stood his sire, + He'll not stand me half a blow." + +"King of Brattens Vendel, hear, + Keep your tongue behind your tooth; +Quickly grows the young whelp up, + Full of threatening fangs his mouth." + +"In the world no warrior wight + Lives for whom I need to care, +Save 'tis Vidrik Verlandson, + And I trow he'll not be there." + +Answered then the Hammergray, + Answered to the Monarch's fright: +"It is Vidrik Verlandson + Will our army lead in fight." + +Rose a Brattens Vendel kemp, + And he shouted lustily: +"Well, full well, I Vidrik know, + Offspring of a blacksmith he. + +"Once was I at Birtingsborg + As the kempions drank their fill, +There he played a play which lives + In my mind, and ever will. + +"Fifteen kemps to death he smote, + And he deemed it but as game; +Nigh at hand I gazing stood, + Ashy pale my cheeks became." + +"Listen now, young Hammergray, + Strongly I entreat of thee, +If of Vidrik aught thou know, + Not to keep it hid from me." + +"Sick in bed if Vidrik lay, + Nor could sword nor buckler yield, +Many a Danish swain you'd find + Would await you in the field." + +Loudly answered then the King, + Through his veins rushed courage warm: +"I'll to-morrow, if I live, + Meet ye in the battle's storm." + +From beside the King's right hand + Rose a kemp, a stalwart one: +"What care we for such like foes? + Vidrik's but a blacksmith's son." + +It was the young Hammergray, + At that word his wrath boiled o'er; +Straight he smote the kempion dead, + Dead he tumbled on the floor. + +Said the Monarch with a cry, + While with rage his cheek grew white: +"Why hast thou my bravest kemp + Smit to death before my sight?" + +Thereto answered Hammergray, + As the King he fiercely eyed: +"I could ne'er with patience hear + Verland's valiant son decried." + +Straight away rushed Hammergray, + Soon he stood by Vidrik knight: +"Whet your spears, and sharp your swords, + For the King is bent on fight." + +All the mirky night they rode + O'er the dusky heathery down, +Still a light like that of day + From their polished weapons shone. + +Over Birting's moor they rode, + And through Birting's swamp in haste; +Full seven hundred were the kemps, + All in hard cuirasses cas'd. + +Towards Birting on they rode, + Birting's city they rode through; +Then they formed them in a ring, + And made Vidrik chief anew. + +On the down their flag they pitched, + Therein you a lion may spy; +Now must many an innocent man + Bid to life a long good-bye! + +Long they fought with sword and bow, + Each essayed his best to do; +From their brows burst ruddy sweat, + From their bucklers fire out flew. + +It was then the Vendel King, + From his helm a glance he cast: +"Say, who leads that band to-day, + That my people fall so fast?" + +Straight replied the little page, + To the King rode next of all: +"Sir, 'tis Vidrik Verlandson, + Sits upon his courser tall." + +Answered one of the King's kemps, + Who had been in many fields: +"Yes, 'tis Vidrik Verlandson, + Mimmering {13} in his hand he wields." + +Thereto made the King reply, + As another glance he throws: +"'Gainst the shield I ill shall fight + Which the tongs and hammer shows. + +"'Gainst the shield I ill shall fight + Which the tongs and hammer bears, +This day I am doomed to die, + For fierce Vidrik no one spares. + +"Heathen wight, and Christian knight, + I would fight with glad and fain; +Only not with Verland's son, + For from him I scathe must gain." + +Ha! Hurrah! the Vendel King + In his steed the rowels drove; +Desperate he at Vidrik went, + Desperate he to fell him strove. + +Bravely done, thou Vendel King, + Fast and hard thy strokes are plied +E'en to his good saddle bow + Vidrik stoops his helm of pride. + +"I've from thee borne eighteen blows, + They are, Sir, nor more nor fewer, +For thy kingly honor now + But one blow from me endure." + +"If thou eighteen blows hast borne + Be they fewer or be they more, +I'll the self-same number take, + Gift of love can break their power." + +Forth a silken thread he drew + Tied it round his helm of gold: +"My heart's dear shall never hear + Blow of blacksmith laid me cold." + +Vidrik spake to Mimmering: + "Show thou'rt yet for something good; +I can say for fifteen years + I more fiercely have not hew'd." + +Grasped he then the hilt so hard + From his nails that blood outstarted, +On the Monarch's helm he hew'd, + To the navel him he parted. + +Shouted Vidrik Verlandson, + Standing on the verdant height: +"Be there one of all your host + Who has further wish to fight?" + +Now the Brattens Vendel King + Lies out pouring blood like water: +Vengeance now has Ulf Van Yern, + Vengeance for his father's slaughter. + +It was youthful Hammergray + Glanced around the bloody field: +"So like mice in their first sleep + Hushed the foemen lie, and still'd." + +Gladly back with Ulf Van Yern + Rode the Dane King's chivalry; +For his sire avenged he thanked + Vidrik oft and fervently. + + + + +THE CHOSEN KNIGHT + + +Sir Oluf rode forth over hill and lea + Full seven mile broad and seven mile wide, +But no one living discovered he + Who a joust with him dare ride. + +He saw, whilst forward glancing, +A gallant knight advancing, +Black was his courser, his helm was lac'd, +He came with bounding haste. + +Upon his spurs all gory +Twelve gilded birdies bore he; +Each time with the rowel he pricked his horse +The birdies sang with all their force. + +Twelve gilt wheels on his bridle +He bore, nor were they idle; +Each time through them the breezes blew, +How quickly around the little wheels flew. + +He carried before his breast +A long lance, placed in rest; +Far sharper than diamond was that lance, +It laid Sir Oluf in deadly trance. + +Aloft on his helm he show'd + A chaplet of red glare; +Three maidens in proof of their love bestow'd, + The youngest was so fair. + +Sir Oluf enquired of the knight, +An he were come down from the realms of light: +"Art thou the Christ, for if thou be, +I'll willingly bend before thee the knee?" + +"I am not the Christ of power, +Thou need'st not before me cower; +An unknown knight thou see'st in me, +Sent forth by three maids of high degree." + +"If thou be a chosen knight + Whom maidens three have sent this way, +Then for love of those damsels bright, + Thou shalt joust with me to-day." + +The first course they together rode + Of their coursers trial made they, +The second course they together rode + Their best manhood well display'd they. + +The third joust they together rode + Neither one the other humbled, +But the fourth joust they together rode + Dead to the green earth they tumbled. + +Now on the wold the heroes lie, + With their blood the grass is red; +In the chamber high sit the maids and sigh, + But the youngest soon is dead. + + + + +SIR SWERKEL + + +There's a dance in the hall of Sir Swerkel the Childe, +There dances fair Kirstine, her hair hanging wild. + +There dance the good King and his nobles so gay, +Fair Kirstine before them she warbles a lay. + +His hand to the maiden Sir Swerkel stretched free: +"Come hither and dance, little Kirstine, with me." + +Her finger he pressed, and moved up to her near: +"Sweet Kirstine, I pray thee become my heart's dear." + +Her finger he pressed, on her sandal trod he: +"Fair Kirstine, with pity my agonies see!" + +They danced to the left, and they danced to the right, +And her troth the fair damsel bestowed on the knight. + +Upon him Sir Swerkel his red mantle throws, +And to the high hall to his mother he goes. + +"Hail, hail as thou sittest here, dear mother mine! +I come from betrothing the little Kirstine." + +"Our Lady forbid, and our Lady forfend, +Relations like ye to betroth should pretend. + +"In wedlock united ye never must be, +For brother and sister, believe me, are ye." + +"Now tell me, I pray thee, O dear mother mine! +What time thou didst bring forth the little Kirstine." + +"The time that thou wast on thy journey to Rome, +I bore the sweet flowret that's now in full bloom. + +"Whilst thou to the sepulchre holy wast gone, +I bore the fair mirror thy love that hast won. + +"In the court of the Queen she was reared up with care, +And scarlet and sable accustomed to wear." + +"Now give me thy counsel, O dear mother mine, +How I may forget her, the little Kirstine?" + +"Go chase thou the hart, and go chase thou the hind, +And thou wilt her image soon chase from thy mind. + +"Go chase thou the hart, and go chase thou the roe, +And thou thy love-longing wilt quickly forego." + +He chased the proud hart, and he chased the swift hind, +But he never could chase the fair maid from his mind. + +He chased the tall hart, and he chased the sleek roe, +But the longing of love from his mind would not go. + +So the knight from the country was driven at last, +And into a cloister the maiden was cast. + +No little bird shaped from the far land its flight +Than enquiry she made for her dear betrothed knight. + +A bird ne'er so little across the sea stray'd +But he enquired after his dear betrothed maid. + + + + +FINN AND THE DAMSEL +OR +THE TRIAL OF WITS. + + +"What's rifer than leaves?" Finn cried. +"Dew is more rife," the damsel replied. + +"Hotter than fire?" Finn cried. +"The face of a kind-hearted man," she replied, + +"When chance to his hut the stranger doth guide, +And unable he is for his guest to provide." + +"Swifter than wind?" Finn cried. +"The vigour of woman," the damsel replied. + +"Sweeter than honey?" Finn cried. +"The words of affection," the damsel replied. + +"Ranker than bane?" Finn cried. +"A foeman's abuse," the damsel replied. + +"More black than the crow?" Finn cried. +"Death is yet blacker," the damsel replied. + +"More sharp than the sword?" Finn cried. +"Woman's sense at a pinch," the damsel replied. + +"What's best of all gems?" Finn cried. +"A knife or a dirk," the damsel replied. + +"Softer than down?" Finn cried. +"Love's palm on your cheek," the damsel replied. + +"A ship for all cargoes?" Finn cried. +"The tongs of the smith," the damsel replied. + +"Whiter than snow?" Finn cried. +"Truth is more white," the damsel replied. + +"How many trees are there?" Finn cried. +"The green and the sere make two," she replied. + +"What's reddest of red?" Finn cried. +"The flush of the freeman when praised," she replied. +"Or when praise to his merit is meanly denied." + +"Than the radish more brittle?" Finn cried. +"The nature of woman," the damsel replied. + +"What never grows old nor betied?" +"The friendship of man," the damsel replied. + +"What does woman love best?" Finn cried. +"A fair or a dance," the damsel replied. + +"What's best for your colour?" Finn cried. +"Cool air and good sleep," the damsel replied. + +"How many steeds are there?" Finn cried, +"But two, a horse and a mare," she replied. + +"What's best of all food?" Finn cried, +"Nought better than milk," the damsel replied. + +"What adorns a man most?" Finn cried, +"High deeds, humble words," the damsel replied. + +"The worst of all fare?" Finn cried. +"Strong drink, if it be too freely supplied, +Or the prate of a fool," the damsel replied. + + + + +EPIGRAMS BY CAROLAN + + +On Friars + + +Would'st thou on good terms with friars live, + Ever be humble and admiring; +All they ask of thee freely give, + And in return be nought requiring. + + + +On a surly Butler, +who had refused him admission to the cellar + + +O Dermod Flynn it grieveth me + Thou keepest not Hell's portal; +As long as thou should'st porter be, + Thou would'st admit no mortal. + + + +Lines + + +How deadly the blow I received +When of thee, O my darling, bereaved! +No more up the hill I shall bound, +No strength in my poor foot is found; +No joy o'er my visage shall break +'Till from out the cold earth I awake. +Of the corn like the very top grain, +Or the pine 'mongst the shrubs of the plain, +Or the moon 'mongst the starlets above, +Went thou amongst women, my love! + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_ + + + + +Footnote: + + +{13} Vidrik's sword. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27407.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27407.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4883021fa703a25a8d76a274fb693f2b58af0361 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27407.txt @@ -0,0 +1,447 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE + RETURN OF THE DEAD + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +THE RETURN OF THE DEAD + + +Swayne Dyring o'er to the island strayed; + _And were I only young again_! +He wedded there a lovely maid-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Together they lived seven years and more; + _And were I only young again_! +And seven fair babes to him she bore-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Then death arrived in luckless hour; + _And were I only young again_! +Then died the lovely lily flower-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The Swayne he has crossed the salt sea way, + _And were I only young again_! +And he has wedded another may-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And he that may to his home has brought; + _And were I only young again_! +But peevish was she, and with malice fraught-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And when she came to the castle gate, + _And were I only young again_! +The seven children beside it wait-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The children stood in sorrowful mood, + _And were I only young again_! +She spurned them away with her foot so rude-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Nor bread nor meat will she bestow; + _And were I only young again_! +Said "Hate ye shall have and the hunger throe"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +She took away the bolsters blue; + _And were I only young again_! +"Bare straw will serve for the like of you"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Away she's ta'en the big wax light; + _And were I only young again_! +Said she "Ye shall lie in the murky night"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The babies at night with hunger weep; + _And were I only young again_! +The woman heard that in the grave so deep-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +To God's high throne such haste she made; + _And were I only young again_! +"O I must go to my babies' aid"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +She begged so loud, and she begged so long, + _And were I only young again_! +That at length consent from her God she wrung-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"But thou must return when the cock shall crow, + _And were I only young again_! +"No longer tarry must thou below"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Then up she struck with her stark thigh bone, + _And were I only young again_! +And burst through wall and marble stone-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And when to the dwelling she drew nigh, + _And were I only young again_! +The hounds they yelled to the clouds so high-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And when to the castle gate she won, + _And were I only young again_! +Her eldest daughter stood there alone-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"Hail daughter mine, what dost thou here? + _And were I only young again_! +How fare thy brothers and sisters dear?"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"O dame thou art no mother of mine, + _And were I only young again_! +For she was a lady fair and fine-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"A lady fine with cheeks so red, + _And were I only young again_! +But thou art pale as the sheeted dead"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"O how should I be fine and sleek? + _And were I only young again_! +How else than pale should be my cheek?-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"And how should I be white and red? + _And were I only young again_! +Beneath the mould I've long been dead"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And when she entered the high, high hall, + _And were I only young again_! +Drowned with tears stood the babies all-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The one she combed, the other she brushed, + _And were I only young again_! +The third she dandled, the fourth she hushed-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The fifth upon her breast she plac'd, + _And were I only young again_! +And allowed the babe of the breast to taste-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +To her eldest daughter she turned her eye; + _And were I only young again_! +"Go call Swayne Dyring instantly"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +And when Swayne Dyring before her stood, + _And were I only young again_! +She spake to him thus in wrathful mood-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"I left behind both ale and bread; + _And were I only young again_! +My children with hunger are nearly dead-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"I left behind me bolsters blue; + _And were I only young again_! +Upon bare straw my babes I view-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"I left behind the big wax light; + _And were I only young again_! +My children lie in the murk at night-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"If again I'm forced to seek thee here, + _And were I only young again_! +Befall thee shall a fate so drear-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"But hark! the ruddy cock has crow'd, + _And were I only young again_! +The dead must return to their abode-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +"I hear, I hear the black cock crow; + _And were I only young again_! +The gates of heaven are opening now-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +The white cock claps his wings so wide, + _And were I only young again_! +No longer here I dare to bide"-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Each time the dogs began to yell, + _And were I only young again_! +They gave the children bread and ale-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +As soon as they heard of the hounds the cry, + _And were I only young again_! +They feared the ghost was drawing nigh-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + +Whene'er the dogs were heard to rave, + _And were I only young again_! +They feared the woman had left her grave-- + _To honied words we list so fain_. + + + + +THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL + + +I take my axe upon my back, + To fell the tree I mean; +Then came the man the wood who owned, + And thrust his heft between. + +"If thou hew down my father's grove, + And me this damage do, +If I but see thee fell the tree + Thou dearly that shalt rue." + +"O let me hew this single tree, + Nor to resist me seek; +Unless I yonder bird obtain + With grief my heart will break." + +"Now list thou fair and gallant swain, + To me incline thine ear! +Thou ne'er wilt yonder bird obtain + Unless some bait thou bear." + +From off my breast the bait I cut, + And hung it on the bough: +The breast it bled, the bait it reeked, + Mine is the birdie now. + +Down flew the lovely little bird, + Fluttering its wings o'erjoyed; +It seemed to smile as if the guile + It knew that I employed. + +It clawed and picked so hastily, + So well did smack the bait; +And still the more it seemed to please + The more the birdie ate. + +Down flew the lovely little bird, + Alighting on the sand; +The loveliest damsel she became, + And gave the youth her hand. + + + + +THE FORCED CONSENT + + +Within her own fair castelaye + There goes a damsel bright; +A whole year's tide for her has sighed + A young and handsome knight. + +"Now do thou hear, thou beauteous maid, + Could I thy troth obtain, +Then thou shouldst tread on silk outspread, + And ne'er on the earth again. + +And do thou hear, my lovely maid, + My wedded lady be, +And the slightest care thou shalt not bear + If I can save it thee." + +"I've vowed an oath to Mary maid, + And to keep it is my plan; +Ne'er live will I beneath the sky + With any sinful man. + +"Here with my seven brothers bold + To-morrow I will come; +Yourself array in costly way, + For you must follow us home." + +It was the young and handsome knight, + He out of the doorway springs; +And he in haste the Runes has traced, + And them on her lap she flings. + +And so he cast the magic Rune + The maiden's dress below; +Then beat her heart, and blood did start + From her finger nails I trow. + +"If thou with thy seven brothers bold + To-morrow here wilt come, +Myself I'll array in costly way + And follow ye to your home." + +The very next morn, the very next morn, + When rose the sun in gold, +Full three times ten bold knightly men + Were waiting on the wold. + +Full three times ten bold knightly men, + On a bonny grey steed each one; +With silk so white was the courser dight + Which the maid should ride upon. + +But what think ye that maiden did + Ere mounting on her horse? +A draught she drank of poison rank, + Thought death her wisest course. + +Through the shallow streams they dashed their steeds, + Through the deep their steeds they swam; +And ever and anon the maid would groan, + "How dreadfully ill I am." + +And when they came to the house of the knight, + Where the bridal kept should be; +Spread out on the earth was silk of worth, + And gold so red of blee. + +"Now thou may'st see, my lady love, + That I my promise hold; +Now thou dost tread on silk outspread, + And not on the earth so cold." + +"There's spread enough of the silken stuff, + And plenty of gold is strown; +But better I ween in heaven sheen + With our Father God to wone." + +Then they led her to the high, high hall, + And in scarlet her array'd; +But their joy was brief, soon came their grief, + She died alack a maid! + +Thanks be to him the youthful knight, + No truer e'er was seen; +He built her a grave in the church, and gave + The churchmen farms fifteen. + +Then as he stood by the maiden's grave, + The gallant young noble cried: +"O would to God beneath the sod + I were lying by her side!" + + + + +INGEBORG'S DISGUISE + + +Such handsome court clothes the proud Ingeborg buys, +Says she "I'll myself as a courtier disguise." + +Proud Ingeborg hastens her steed to bestride, +Says she "I'll away with the King to reside." + +"Thou gallant young King to my speech lend an ear, +Hast thou any need of my services here?" + +"O yes, my sweet lad, of a horseboy I've need, +If there were but stable room here for his steed. + +"But thy steed in the stall with my own can be tied, +And thou 'neath the linen shalt sleep by my side." + +Three years in the palace good service she wrought, +That she was a woman no one ever thought. + +She filled for three years of a horse-boy the place, +And the steeds of the monarch she drove out to graze. + +She led for three years the King's steeds to the brook, +For else than a youth no one Ingeborg took. + +Proud Ingeborg knows how to make the dames gay, +She also can sing in such ravishing way. + +The hair on her head is like yellow spun gold, +To her beauty the heart of the prince was not cold. + +But at length up and down in the palace she strayed, +Her colour and hair began swiftly to fade. + +What eye has seen ever so wondrous a case? +The boy his own spurs to his heel cannot brace. + +The horse-boy is brought to so wondrous a plight, +To draw his own weapon he has not the might. + +The son of the King to five damsels now sends, +And Ingeborg fair to their care he commends. + +Proud Ingeborg took they and wrapped in their weed, +And to the stone chamber with her they proceed. + +Upon the blue cushions they Ingeborg laid, +Where light of two beautiful sons she is made. + +Then in came the prince, smiled the babies to view: +"'Tis not every horse-boy can bear such a two." + +He patted her soft on her cheek sleek and fair: +"Forget my heart's dearest all sorrow and care." + +He placed the gold crown on her temples I ween: +"With me shalt thou live as my wife and my Queen." + + + + +SONG + + +I've pleasure not a little + A dancing youth to see, +Nor less--one single tittle-- + An old man full of glee. + +To dance I ever glory + With those of youthful mien; +It shows, although I'm hoary + In hair, my mind is green. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27408.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27408.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..107119c9fb3f074af4e8630943e3b7930d1098cc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27408.txt @@ -0,0 +1,545 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + MOLLIE CHARANE + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +MOLLIE CHARANE {5} + + +"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?" + Lone, lone you have left me here. +"O not in the curragh, deep under the mould." + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?" + Lone, lone you have left me here. +"O not in the curragh from under a block." + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your goods?" + Lone, lone you have left me here. +"O not in the curragh from under two sods." + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +Two pair of stockings, and one pair of shoes-- + Lone, lone you have left me here-- +For twenty-six years old Mollie did use. + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +His stockings were white, but his sandals, alack!-- + Lone, lone you have left me here-- +Were not of one colour, one white, t'other black. + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +One sandal was white and t'other dark brown-- + Lone, lone you have left me here;-- +But he'd two of one colour for kirk and for town. + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +"O, father, I really can't walk by your side"-- + Lone, lone you have left me here-- +"If you go to the church in those sandals of hide." + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +"O, daughter, my dear, if my brogues give you pain"-- + Lone, lone you have left me here-- +"There's that in the coffer will make you look fain." + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + +A million of curses on Mollie Charane-- + Lone, lone you have left me here-- +The first who gave tocher to daughter in Man. + Lone, lone, and void of cheer. + + + + +THE DANES OF YORE + + +Well we know from saga + And from scaldic lore, +That heroic warriors + Were the Danes of yore. +That the noble schildings, + And the men they led, +Oft for Danish honour + Stoutly fought and bled. + +What a time for Athelings, + What a time for thanes! +What a time for yeomen, + True devoted Danes! +But I'll say with pleasure + That, in ancient days, +Death did not annihilate + All that noble race. + +Frederic see, exalted + On his father's throne, +Sits a splendid monarch, + Brighter never shone. +Long to him be granted + That of Grendel's kin +He may check the cruel + Cursed deeds of sin. + +And that long may flourish + Round about the King, +They who love gold treasures + All around to fling. +Lords, the first of heroes, + With their trenchant swords; +Counsellors held in honour, + For their golden words. + +To the Lord of angels + Praise devout I'll sing, +That from out the grave-hill + 'Twas my lot to bring +Golden dishes, goblets, + Things of mighty worth, +Which for thousand winters + Lay entombed in earth. + +That men in gold smithery + Cunning, might from them +For the grey haired hero + Frame a diadem. +Under which his grey locks + Might all glorious shine, +Whilst the sun, bright flaming, + Seeks the western brine. + +Until, tired of glory, + Such as meets it here, +Soars the hero's spirit + To a higher sphere; +Where, with souls united + Of departed friends, +'Twill experience glory + Such as never ends. + + + + +A SURVEY OF DEATH + + +My blood is freezing, my senses reel, +So horror stricken at heart I feel; +Thinking how like a fast stream we range +Nearer and nearer to that dread change, +When the body becomes so stark and cold, +And man doth crumble away to mould. + +Boast not, proud maid, for the grave doth gape, +And strangely altered reflects thy shape; +No dainty charms it doth disclose, +Death will ravish thy beauty's rose; +And all the rest will leave to thee +When dug thy chilly grave shall be. + +O, ye who are tripping the floor so light, +In delicate robes as the lily white, +Think of the fading funeral wreath, +The dying struggle, the sweat of death-- +Think on the dismal death array, +When the pallid corse is consigned to clay! + +O, ye who in quest of riches roam, +Reflect that ashes ye must become; +And the wealth ye win will brightly shine +When buried are ye and all your line; +For your many chests of much loved gold +You'll nothing obtain but a little mould! + + + + +DESIDERABILIA VITAE {13} + + +Give me the haunch of a buck to eat, + And to drink Madeira old; +And a gentle wife to rest with, + And in my arms to fold. + +An Arabic book to study, + A gipsy pony to ride; +And a house to live in shaded by trees, + Near to a river's side. + +With such good things around me, + And with good health withal, +Though I should live for a hundred years + For death I would not call. + + + + +SAINT JACOB + + +Saint Jacob he takes our blest Lord by the hand: +"I gladly would Christianize Garsia land." + +"O how wilt thou bring it within Christian pale? +No ship hast thou here o'er the salt sea to sail." + +"Thy power, O Lord, is so wondrously great, +Full quickly a ship Thou for me canst create." + +"Saint Jacob, hie down to the salt ocean strand, +There standeth so little a stone by the land." + +Saint Jacob he taketh a book in his hand, +And down he proceeds to the salt ocean strand. + +Saint Jacob he made o'er the stone the cross-mark, +From the land straight it floated, as though 'twere a bark. + +It rode o'er the billows so rapid and free, +Right, right towards Garsia promontoree. + +So rapid the stone to glide thither began, +A hundred miles space in one short hour it ran. + +In comes a foot-boy, to the King doffs his bonnet: +"Here cometh a stone, and a man sits upon it." + +A woman rushed in, in her eyes wonder shone: +"Here cometh a man, and he sits on a stone." + +King Garsia taketh his axe in his hand, +And down he proceeds to the salt ocean strand. + +"Now hear thou, Saint Jacob, I say unto thee, +What hast thou in this land, in this land here with me?" + +"Unto thee I am come to this land 'cross the brine, +Because that my Maker is greater than thine." + +"O how can thy Maker be greater than mine? +Mine drinks every day the brown mead and the wine." + +"O then my Creator is greater than thine, +For mine can the water convert into wine. + +"My Maker can turn the black mould into bread, +Can give life back to them who long, long have been dead." + +"If thou canst restore me my dearly loved son, +I'll trust in thy Maker, and no other one. + +"If I again view him, with flesh and hair dight, +As he fifteen years since disappeared from my sight; + +"If I get him again both with hawk and with hound, +Just, just as he sank in the depths of the sound; + +"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone, +As though he the pang of death never had known." + +Then the blessed Saint Jacob upon his book pored: +"'Twill be no easy matter to get him restored." + +When he had stood reading a wee little time, +He raised up the man from hell's sorrowful clime. + +"Now again thou hast got him with flesh and hair dight, +As he fifteen years since disappeared from thy sight. + +"Thou hast got him again, both with hawk and with hound, +Just, just as he sank in the ocean profound. + +"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone, +As though he the pang of death never had known." + +"Now hear thou, my dear son, so fine and so fair, +What news from thy journey afar dost thou bear?" + +"The news which I bring from the far distant place, +Is that one little knows of the other's hard case. + +"There the woman, who's hated the child of her womb, +Out of the snake-tower can ne'er hope to come. + +"There the cruel step-mother, her child who has slain, +Goes begirt with a sword fraught with festering bane. + +"The merchants who here in heaps money up-rake, +There hiss in the likeness of serpent and snake. + +"The Sysselmen, wretches with hearts hard as stone, +There in the snake-tower despairingly moan." + + + + +THE RENEGADE + + +Now pay ye the heed that is fitting, + Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure; +The pasha on sofa was sitting, + Midst his harem's glorious centre. + +Greek sang, and Tcherkass, for his pleasure, + And Kergoosian captive is dancing; +In the eyes of the first heaven's azure, + In the others black Eblis is glancing. + +But the pasha's attention is failing, + O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth; +From chebouk he sleep is inhaling, + Whilst around him sweet vapours he dealeth. + +What rumour without is there breeding? + Ye fair ranks asunder why wend ye? +Kyslar Aga, a strange captive leading, + Cometh forward, and crieth "Efendy." + +"Whose face has the power when present + 'Mong the stars round the divan which muster? +Who amidst the gems of night's crescent + Has the blaze of Aldeboran's lustre? + +"Glance nearer, bright star! I have tiding, + Glad tiding. Behold how in duty +From far Lehistan the wind, gliding, + Has brought this fresh tribute of beauty. + +"In the padishaw's garden there bloometh + In proud Istambul no such blossom; +From the wintry regions she cometh, + Whose memory so lives in thy bosom." + +Then the gauzes removes he which shade her, + At her beauty all wonder intensely; +One moment the pasha surveyed her, + Then, dropping his chebouk, without sense lay. + +His turban has fallen from his forehead, + To assist him the bystanders started. +His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid,-- + See, the Renegade's soul has departed! + + + + +AN IMPROMPTU + + +And darest thou thyself compare + With one who quaffs at Helicon; +Whose playfellows the Muses are, + And whom Apollo calleth son? +Who, had he lived in olden day, + With some fierce host had strode along; +Like Taillefer to Hasting's fray, + Cheering the Normans with his song. + +The laurel wreath Apollo gave + I would not change for kingly crown; +A King is but an exalted slave, + Rebellion soon may hurl him down. +But who can force me from the height + Whereto I've soared on Eagle's wing? +I leave to Monarchs ceaseless fright + For what the coming day may bring. + +Though poor I be, I've Minstrelsy, + When fortune frowns I'll strike my lyre; +Against the world's inclemency + 'Twill warm my soul with heavenly fire. +Then wonder not if proud the air + Of one who's high Apollo's son; +Nor henceforth dare thyself compare + With one who quaffs at Helicon. + + + + +A HYMN + + +O Jesus, Thou Fountain of solace and gladness + Of Heaven's high Three second person divine; +Forgive, O forgive me my blindness and madness, + And guide to Thy kingdom this spirit of mine. + + Dearly, O Jesus, + Thou boughtest me, + Yon Friday dark + Upon the tree. + + Thy foes were numerous, + Fierce and fell; + Few and weak those + Who wished Thee well. + + Nigh stood Thy mother, + Full of fears, + Wringing her hands + And bathed in tears. + + Often, O Jesus, + Wilfully + With my great sins + I've tortured Thee. + + Causing Thy wounds + To open again, + Waking anew + The ancient pain. + + All the kindness + Thou hast display'd, + With black ingratitude + I've repaid. + +But Jesus, Creator of earth and of ocean, + Who me, a vile sinner, so dearly didst buy; +My damnable ignorance turn to devotion, + And guide my poor soul to Thy courts in the sky. + + + + +THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL. {25} + + +My father up of the country rode, + A maiden he would wed; +And a foul witch he married then, + If the whole truth be said. + +The first night they together slept, + She was a mother kind to me; +But when the second night arrived, + A cruel stepmother was she. + +I was seated at my father's board + With dogs and whelps amused; +Towards me striding my stepmother came, + And cruelly me she used. + +She changed me to a little hind, + Bade me into the forest wend; +My seven maids then she changed to wolves, + And ordered them my flesh to rend. + +But my seven maids would rend me not, + So dearly me they loved; +Then vexed sore my step-dame was, + That no worse my fortune proved. + +Sir Orm he serves in the King's palace, + A Knight is he so fair; +He sighs for the maiden day and night, + But in secret he keeps his care. + +Sir Orm he rode from the King's palace, + He could enjoy no peace; +He rode into the good green wood, + The hart and hind to chase. + +Sir Orm set his bow his knee before, + He rode to the hind so near; +But the hind would not from the sleuth-hounds flee, + For the Knight to her was dear. + +But the hounds advanced to the hind so near, + That the hind was forced to fly; +She changed herself to a little bird, + And flew high up in the sky. + +Anon down flew the little bird, + Perched a linden bough upon; +Sir Orm he stood there down below, + And sorely did he moan. + +Down flew the lovely little bird, + And 'gan on the bait to feast, +Which out of his bosom Sir Orm had cut, + So well it pleased her taste. + +And then the lovely little bird + Dropped down on the yellow sand, +And she became the fairest damsel, + Was ever seen in the land. + +The Damsel stood under the linden bough, + Freed was she now from thrall; +Sir Orm he stood so near thereby, + They related their sorrows all. + +"Many thanks to thee, Sir Orm the bold + Thou'st freed me from my woe; +Except beside my snow-white side + Thou sleep shalt nevermoe." + +Thanks be to him, Sir Orm the bold + He kept his faith so well; +The Monday morn thereafter + His bridal it befell. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_ + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{5} This ballad is founded on a real character--a miser--who by various +means acquired a considerable property, and was the first person who ever +left "tocher," that is fortune, to daughter in Man. His name was Mollie +Charane, which words interpreted are "Praise the Lord." He lived and +possessed an estate on the curragh, a tract of boggy ground, formerly a +forest, on the northern side of the island, between the mighty mountains +of the Snefell range and the sea. + +{13} Previously printed, with a slightly different text, and arranged in +six lines instead of in three four-line stanzas, in _Lavengro_, 1851, +Vol. i, p. 306. + +{25} This Ballad should be compared with _The Cruel Step-dame_, printed +in _The Serpent Knight and Other Ballads_, 1913, pp. 30-33. Also with +_The Transformed Damsel_, printed in _The Return of the Dead and Other +Ballads_, 1913, pp. 13-14. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27409.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27409.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..abb185a5c34ff7721faa9548831db1cb85a89c68 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27409.txt @@ -0,0 +1,477 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE KING'S WAKE + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +THE KING'S WAKE + + +To-night is the night that the wake they hold, +To the wake repair both young and old. + +Proud Signelil she her mother address'd: +"May I go watch along with the rest?" + +"O what at the wake wouldst do my dear? +Thou'st neither sister nor brother there. + +"Nor brother-in-law to protect thy youth, +To the wake thou must not go forsooth. + +"There be the King and his warriors gay, +If me thou list thou at home wilt stay." + +"But the Queen will be there and her maiden crew, +Pray let me go, mother, the dance to view." + +So long, so long begged the maiden young, +That at length from her mother consent she wrung. + +"Then go, my child, if thou needs must go, +But thy mother ne'er went to the wake I trow." + +Then through the thick forest the maiden went, +To reach the wake her mind was bent. + +When o'er the green meadows she had won, +The Queen and her maidens to bed were gone. + +And when she came to the castle gate +They were plying the dance at a furious rate. + +There danced full many a mail-clad man, +And the youthful King he led the van. + +He stretched forth his hand with an air so free, +"Wilt dance, thou pretty maid, with me?" + +"O, sir, I've come across the wold +That I with the Queen discourse might hold." + +"Come dance," said the King with a courteous smile, +"The Queen will be here in a little while." + +Then forward she stepped like a blushing rose, +She takes his hand and to dance she goes. + +"Hear Signelil what I say to thee, +A ditty of love sing thou to me." + +"A ditty of love I will not, Sir King, +But as well as I can another I'll sing." + +Proud Signil began, a ditty she sang, +To the ears of the Queen in her bed it rang. + +Says the Queen in her chamber as she lay: +"O which of my maidens doth sing so gay? + +"O which of my maidens doth sing so late, +To bed why followed they me not straight?" + +Then answered the Queen the little foot page, +"'Tis none of thy maidens I'll engage. + +"'Tis none I'll engage of the maiden band, +'Tis Signil proud from the islet's strand." + +"O bring my red mantle hither to me, +For I'll go down this maid to see." + +And when they came down to the castle gate +The dance it moved at so brave a rate. + +About and around they danced with glee, +There stood the Queen and the whole did see. + +The Queen she felt so sore aggrieved +When the King with Signil she perceived. + +Sophia the Queen to her maid did sign: +"Go fetch me hither a horn of wine." + +His hand the King stretched forth so free: +"Wilt thou Sophia my partner be?" + +"O I'll not dance with thee, I vow, +Unless proud Signil pledge me now." + +The horn she raised to her lips, athirst, +The innocent heart in her bosom burst. + +There stood King Valdemar pale as clay, +Stone dead at his feet the maiden lay. + +"A fairer maid since I first drew breath +Ne'er came more guiltless to her death." + +For her wept woman and maid so sore, +To the Church her beauteous corse they bore. + +But better with her it would have sped, +Had she but heard what her mother said. + + + + +SWAYNE FELDING + + +Swayne Felding sits at Helsingborg, + He tells his deeds with pride; +Full blythe at heart I ween he was, + His faulchion at his side. + +He vows that he on pilgrimage + To regal Rome will go; +And many a Danish warrior bold + Doth make the self same vow. + +So out they rode from Danish land, + And only two were they; +They stopped to rest them in a town, + Its name was Hovdingsey. + +They stopped to rest in a lofty town, + Its name was Hovdingsey; +They guested with a Damsel proud, + A wondrous lovely may. + +She placed Swayne highest at the board + Amidst a knightly band; +And then wherefrom they two were come + The Damsel did demand. + +"Thou art no needy pilgrim, Sir, + Who honorest us this eve; +And that can I by thy small shirt + Hooked with red gold perceive. + +"O I can plain by thy small shirt + With red gold hooked discern, +Thou art the King of Denmark come + To do us a noble turn." + +"I am not Denmark's King, fair maid, + Nor any thing so high; +I'm but a needy pilgrim, born + Within the Dane country. + +"Now list to me thou Damsel fair, + List kindly I beseech, +There's many a child in Denmark born, + And with his own luck each." + +And there sat she the damsel fair, + And the silken seam she sewed; +For every stitch she sew'd a tear + From her eyes of beauty flowed. + +"Now do thou hear, my damsel dear, + Why dost so sorely grieve? +If thou declare thy bosom's care + Perchance I can relieve." + +"Within our land a Giant lives + Who waste our land will lay; +Upon no other food than maids + And ladies will he prey. + +"Within our country lives a trold + From us our land will tear, +Unless we can procure a man + To fight with him will dare. + +"But I have heard in all my days + That Danemen know no fear; +No doubt it is to help us now + That God has sent one here." + +"And had I horse and harness now + Well suited to my back, +Then would I break with him a spear, + Proud damsel, for thy sake." + +They led three hundred horses forth, + Milk white was every one; +But the first sank down like a messan dog + That Swayne laid the saddle on. + +They led the Spanish horses forth, + Their eyes were very bright; +Swayne drew the bridle o'er their heads, + And straightway they took fright. + +It was the brave Swayne Felding then + Was sorely sad in mood: +"O had I but a Danish horse + Who had eat of Denmark's food. + +"Full fifteen golden rings so good + From Denmark I did bring, +But for a horse of Jutland breed + They every one should spring." + +Then up came striding a millerman + So gaily o'er the wold: +"O I have got a Danish horse, + In Denmark he was foal'd. + +"A mottled Danish horse I've got, + In Sadbylund was born; +He bears each time that he goes to mill + Full sixty bolls of corn." + +"Now hear thou honest millerman, + Let me this same horse see, +For if we both be Daners born + We'll beat Italians three." + +Then forth was led the miller's horse, + He look'd a very Dane; +High hip, broad chest, the saddle gilt + Upon his back laid Swayne. + +Away he cast his gloves so small, + His hands were white to see; +And he himself girded the noble horse, + The groom ne'er trusted he. + +He girded the horse with a saddle girth, + He girded him with three; +The horse he gave a single shake + And all broke instantly. + +He girded the steed where he was most thick + With such tremendous force, +That the girth did fly into pieces ten, + And fell on his knee the horse. + +"With fifteen golden rings so good + From Denmark out I sped, +But I with every one would part + Got I a good girth instead. + +"Send ye a message o'er the mead + Unto the beauteous lady, +And beg her for her champion's steed + To get a new girth ready." + +Full fifteen were the Damsels proud + Who wove the ruddy gold, +And formed with care a saddle girth + Swayne Felding's horse to hold. + +The maids of Hammer, the maids of Pommer, + And many more maids with heed, +Wove silk and gold to form a girth + For the mottled Danish steed. + +The saddle girth was ready and made + By the early morning tide; +'Twas seven ells long, and a quarter thick, + And more than five span wide. + +But when the horse he girded was + So fierce he ramped and reared, +That there was none of Austria's men + But to look upon him feared. + +"Now do thou hear thou gallant horse, + I think thou'st human wit, +Before I mount thy back upon + I thee will ease a bit. + +"Now do thy best, my gallant horse, + Who like a buck dost play; +Here may ye see, ye German knights, + Of Danish men the way. + +"Now take away the crowned sword, + To bear it would break my vow; +And fetch ye hither a vessel's mast, + I'll wield it well I trow." + +The first course they together rode + The Trold show'd mighty force, +Their splintered spears a furlong flew, + And down fell either horse. + +"I would but prove my horse's strength, + I call not this a fight; +But meet me here tomorrow's morn + And harder thee I'll smite." + +Swayne Felding took the sacrament, + And round the churchyard paced; +Within his acton next his breast + The holy host he placed. + +"And do thou hear, my Damsel fair, + Be never down at heart; +Either shall he the saddle quit + Or his tough neck shall start." + +Out of the city followed him + Alike both man and dame: +"O may God grant," the people said, + "The Knight his foe may tame!" + +"Now hand me not the puny lance + Which ye are wont to bear; +But do ye bring, for me to wield, + My native country's spear." + +And now the second course they ride + Their cheeks with fury red; +The Devil's neck asunder went, + Flew o'er the mead his head. + +His head flew into pieces nine, + His back asunder burst; +Swayne hied him to the Damsel's house, + There first he quenched his thirst. + +Nine stately warriors out there came, + Took Swayne from off his steed: +"Broad lands on thee we will bestow + If thou wilt wed the maid." + +"O I'm betrothed to one as fair + In Ostland realms already; +For seven tons of ruddy gold + I would not prove unsteady. + +"But build before your Hovdingsey + A house upon the mead, +And there to Danish pilgrims give + Good wine and best of bread." + +So Danish pilgrims there they give + Good wine and best of bread; +They pray for brave Swayne Felding's soul, + He now has long been dead. + + + + +INNOCENCE DEFAMED + + +Misfortune comes to every door, + And who can hope to 'scape its might? +And that can little Kirstine say, + And none alas with greater right. + +It was the good Sir Peter, he + At fall of eve came home from Ting; +And it was little Kirstine fair, + That fell the knight to welcoming. + +"Now welcome, welcome home from Ting, + Most welcome thou my father dear; +Whilst thou at Ting this day didst stand + Didst any news or tiding hear?" + +"Enough of tidings I have heard, + To break my heart however sound; +Thy plighted youth has thee forsworn + Because thy name was bandied round. + +"Thy plighted youth has thee forsworn, + And none can blame the youth I ween; +For eight long years it seems thou hast + A murdress and a harlot been." + +"Now do thou hear, my father dear, + Such wicked rumours thou shouldst scorn; +For thus is many a virtuous maid + Of fame and honor daily shorn." + +"And do thou hear, my daughter dear, + Thou shalt confess it to thy sorrow; +This evening thou shalt gather wood, + And burn upon that wood tomorrow." + +And so they took the fair Kirstine, + And her arrayed in scarlet weed; +And mournfully they lifted her + Upon the grey and lofty steed. + +It was little Kirstine fair, + She reached at last the verdant wold; +"Now bless'd be God on high that dwells, + My bride-bed yonder I behold. + +"So red, red are my bridal sheets, + My bridal bolsters are so blue, +The knights who thus their daughters wed + I hope and trust are very few." + +And so they took the little Kirstine, + And bade her sit a stump upon: +Then forward stepped her plighted youth, + And her yellow hair he has undone. + +"Now do thou hear, my plighted maid, + I rede thee be of blythesome cheer, +For thou, I ween, dost here perceive + Thy bride-bed and thy funeral bier." + +When she had sat a little space + No longer there she cared to wait; +Now stand thou up, Sir Archbishop, + And Kirstine's bride-bed consecrate. + +The little Kirstine then they took + And midst the roaring blazes threw; +The fire recoiled on every side, + So fair and bright she stood to view. + +"I thank the God who me has helped, + The God who made the earth and sky; +Now to a cloister I will go, + And serve my master till I die." + +And thither little Kirstine went, + And with her all her maidens fair; +Her father and her plighted youth, + They quickly died of grief and care. + +And now within the cloister wall + The beauteous little Kirstine goes; +So joyous o'er her yellow hair + The veil so long and black she throws. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27424.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27424.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b0754644fa2579c0554f9711e5f2e12e7791e63 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27424.txt @@ -0,0 +1,901 @@ + + + + + + CAUTIONARY TALES FOR CHILDREN + + + + + CAUTIONARY TALES FOR + CHILDREN + + _Designed for the Admonition of Children between the ages + of eight and fourteen years_ + + + Verses by + H. BELLOC + + Pictures by + B. T. B. + + [Illustration] + + + DUCKWORTH + 3 HENRIETTA STREET, LONDON, W.C. + + + + + First published by Eveleigh Nash, 1907 + First published by Gerald Duckworth & Co. Ltd., 1918 + Thirteenth Impression, 1957 + + _All rights reserved_ + + + _Made and Printed in Great Britain by_ + _Thomas Nelson and Sons Ltd_ + _London and Edinburgh_ + + + + + DEDICATED + TO + BOBBY, JOHNNY, AND EDDIE + SOMERSET + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +Upon being asked by a Reader whether the verses contained in this book +were true. + + +[Illustration] + + And is it True? It is not True. + And if it were it wouldn't do, + For people such as me and you + Who pretty nearly all day long + Are doing something rather wrong. + Because if things were really so, + You would have perished long ago, + And I would not have lived to write + The noble lines that meet your sight, + Nor B. T. B. survived to draw + The nicest things you ever saw. + H. B. + + * * * * * + + + + +JIM, + +_Who ran away from his Nurse, and was eaten by a Lion._ + + +[Illustration] + + There was a Boy whose name was Jim; + His Friends were very good to him. + They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam, + And slices of delicious Ham, + And Chocolate with pink inside, + And little Tricycles to ride, + And + +[Illustration] + + read him Stories through and through, + And even took him to the Zoo-- + But there it was the dreadful Fate + Befell him, which I now relate. + + You know--at least you _ought_ to know. + For I have often told you so-- + That Children never are allowed + To leave their Nurses in a Crowd; + + Now this was Jim's especial Foible, + He ran away when he was able, + And on this inauspicious day + He slipped his hand and ran away! + He hadn't gone a yard when-- + +[Illustration] + + Bang! + With open Jaws, a Lion sprang, + And hungrily began to eat + The Boy: beginning at his feet. + + Now just imagine how it feels + When first your toes and then your heels, + And then by gradual degrees, + Your shins and ankles, calves and knees, + Are slowly eaten, bit by bit. + +[Illustration] + + No wonder Jim detested it! + No wonder that he shouted "Hi!" + The Honest Keeper heard his cry, + Though very fat + +[Illustration] + + he almost ran + To help the little gentleman. + "Ponto!" he ordered as he came + (For Ponto was the Lion's name), + "Ponto!" he cried, + +[Illustration] + + with angry Frown. + "Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!" + + The Lion made a sudden Stop, + He let the Dainty Morsel drop, + And slunk reluctant to his Cage, + Snarling with Disappointed Rage + But when he bent him over Jim, + The Honest Keeper's + +[Illustration] + + Eyes were dim. + The Lion having reached his Head, + The Miserable Boy was dead! + +[Illustration] + + When Nurse informed his Parents, they + Were more Concerned than I can say:-- + His Mother, as She dried her eyes, + Said, "Well--it gives me no surprise, + He would not do as he was told!" + His Father, who was self-controlled, + Bade all the children round attend + To James' miserable end, + And always keep a-hold of Nurse + For fear of finding something worse. + + + + +HENRY KING, + +_Who chewed bits of String, and was early cut off in Dreadful Agonies._ + + + The Chief Defect of Henry King + Was + +[Illustration] + + chewing little bits of String. + At last he swallowed some which tied + Itself in ugly Knots inside. + +[Illustration] + + Physicians of the Utmost Fame + Were called at once; but when they came + They answered, + +[Illustration] + + as they took their Fees, + "There is no Cure for this Disease. + Henry will very soon be dead." + His Parents stood about his Bed + Lamenting his Untimely Death, + When Henry, with his Latest Breath, + Cried-- + "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me, + +[Illustration] + + That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch and Tea + Are all the Human Frame requires ..." + With that the Wretched Child expires. + + + + +MATILDA, + +_Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death._ + + + Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, + +[Illustration] + + It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes; + Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth, + Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth, + +[Illustration] + + Attempted to Believe Matilda: + The effort very nearly killed her, + And would have done so, had not She + Discovered this Infirmity. + For once, towards the Close of Day, + Matilda, growing tired of play, + And finding she was left alone, + Went tiptoe + +[Illustration] + + to + the Telephone + And summoned the Immediate Aid + Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade. + Within an hour the Gallant Band + Were pouring in on every hand, + From Putney, Hackney Downs and Bow, + With Courage high and Hearts a-glow + They galloped, roaring through the Town, + +[Illustration] + + "Matilda's House is Burning Down!" + Inspired by British Cheers and Loud + Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd, + They ran their ladders through a score + Of windows on the Ball Room Floor; + And took Peculiar Pains to Souse + The Pictures up and down the House, + +[Illustration] + + Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded + In showing them they were not needed + And even then she had to pay + To get the Men to go away! + + * * * + + It happened that a few Weeks later + Her Aunt was off to the Theatre + To see that Interesting Play + _The Second Mrs. Tanqueray._ + +[Illustration] + + She had refused to take her Niece + To hear this Entertaining Piece: + A Deprivation Just and Wise + To Punish her for Telling Lies. + That Night a Fire _did_ break out-- + You should have heard Matilda Shout! + You should have heard her Scream and Bawl, + And throw the window up and call + To People passing in the Street-- + (The rapidly increasing Heat + Encouraging her to obtain + Their confidence)--but all in vain! + For every time She shouted "Fire!" + +[Illustration] + + They only answered "Little Liar!" + And therefore when her Aunt returned, + Matilda, and the House, were Burned. + +[Illustration] + + + + +FRANKLIN HYDE, + +_Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle._ + + +[Illustration] + + His Uncle came on Franklin Hyde + Carousing in the Dirt. + He Shook him hard from Side to Side + And + +[Illustration] + + Hit him till it Hurt, + + Exclaiming, with a Final Thud, + "Take + +[Illustration] + + that! Abandoned Boy! + For Playing with Disgusting Mud + As though it were a Toy!" + + +MORAL + + From Franklin Hyde's adventure, learn + To pass your Leisure Time + In Cleanly Merriment, and turn + From Mud and Ooze and Slime + And every form of Nastiness-- + But, on the other Hand, + Children in ordinary Dress + May always play with Sand. + +[Illustration] + + + + +GODOLPHIN HORNE, + +_Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black._ + + +[Illustration] + + Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; + He held the Human Race in Scorn, + And lived with all his Sisters where + His father lived, in Berkeley Square. + And oh! the Lad was Deathly Proud! + He never shook your Hand or Bowed, + But merely smirked and nodded + +[Illustration] + + thus: + How perfectly ridiculous! + Alas! That such Affected Tricks + Should flourish in a Child of Six! + (For such was Young Godolphin's age). + + Just then, the Court required a Page, + Whereat + +[Illustration] + + the Lord High Chamberlain + (The Kindest and the Best of Men), + He went good-naturedly and + +[Illustration] + + took + A Perfectly Enormous Book + Called _People Qualified to Be + Attendant on His Majesty_, + And murmured, as he scanned the list + (To see that no one should be missed), + "There's + +[Illustration] + + William Coutts has got the Flue, + +[Illustration] + + And Billy Higgs would never do, + +[Illustration] + + And Guy de Vere is far too young, + +[Illustration] + + And ... wasn't D'Alton's Father hung? + And as for Alexander Byng!-- ... + I think I know the kind of thing, + A Churchman, cleanly, nobly born, + Come + let us say Godolphin Horne?" + But hardly had he said the word + When Murmurs of Dissent were heard. + The King of Iceland's Eldest Son + Said, "Thank you! I am taking none!" + The Aged Duchess of Athlone + Remarked, in her sub-acid tone, + "I doubt if He is what we need!" + With which the Bishops all agreed; + And even Lady Mary Flood + (_So_ Kind, and oh! so _really_ good) + Said, "No! He wouldn't do at all, + He'd make us feel a lot too small," + The Chamberlain said, + " ... Well, well, well! + No doubt you're right.... One cannot tell!" + He took his Gold and Diamond Pen + And + +[Illustration] + + Scratched Godolphin out again. + So now Godolphin is the Boy + Who blacks the Boots at the Savoy. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ALGERNON, + +_Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was +reprimanded by his Father._ + + + Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son, + Was + +[Illustration] + + playing with a Loaded Gun. + He pointed it towards his sister, + Aimed very carefully, but + +[Illustration] + + Missed her! + + His Father, who was standing near, + +[Illustration] + + The Loud Explosion chanced to Hear, + +[Illustration] + + And reprimanded Algernon + For playing with a Loaded Gun. + + + + +HILDEBRAND, + +_Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason._ + + +[Illustration] + + "Oh, Murder! What was that, Papa!" + "My child, + It was a Motor-Car, + A Most Ingenious Toy! + +[Illustration] + + Designed to Captivate and Charm + Much rather than to rouse Alarm + In any English Boy. + + "What would your Great Grandfather who + +[Illustration] + + Was Aide-de-Camp to General Brue, + And lost a leg at + +[Illustration] + + Waterloo, + And + +[Illustration] + + Quatre-Bras and + +[Illustration] + + Ligny too! + And died at Trafalgar!-- + +[Illustration] + + What would he have remarked to hear + His Young Descendant shriek with fear, + Because he happened to be near + A Harmless Motor-Car! + But do not fret about it! Come! + We'll off to Town + +[Illustration] + + And purchase some!" + + + + +LORD LUNDY, + +_Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political +Career._ + + +[Illustration] + + Lord Lundy from his earliest years + Was far too freely moved to Tears. + For instance if his Mother said, + "Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!" + He bellowed like a Little Turk. + Or if + +[Illustration] + + his father Lord Dunquerque + Said "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone, + "Hi, Lundy! Leave the Cat alone!" + Lord Lundy, letting go its tail, + Would raise so terrible a wail + As moved + His + Grandpapa + the + +[Illustration] + + Duke + To utter the severe rebuke: + "When I, Sir! was a little Boy, + An Animal was not a Toy!" + + His father's Elder Sister, who + Was married to a Parvenoo, + +[Illustration] + + Confided to Her Husband, "Drat! + The Miserable, Peevish Brat! + Why don't they drown the Little Beast?" + Suggestions which, to say the least, + Are not what we expect to hear + From Daughters of an English Peer. + His grandmamma, His Mother's Mother, + Who had some dignity or other, + The Garter, or no matter what, + I can't remember all the Lot! + Said "Oh! that I were Brisk and Spry + To give him that for which to cry!" + (An empty wish, alas! for she + +[Illustration] + + Was Blind and nearly ninety-three). + + The + +[Illustration] + + Dear Old Butler + thought--but there! + I really neither know nor care + For what the Dear Old Butler thought! + In my opinion, Butlers ought + To know their place, and not to play + The Old Retainer night and day + I'm getting tired and so are you, + Let's cut the Poem into two! + + * * * + + + + +LORD LUNDY + +(_SECOND CANTO_) + + + It happened to Lord Lundy then, + As happens to so many men: + Towards the age of twenty-six, + They shoved him into politics; + In which profession he commanded + The income that his rank demanded + In turn as Secretary for + India, the Colonies, and War. + But very soon his friends began + To doubt if he were quite the man: + Thus, if a member rose to say + (As members do from day to day), + +[Illustration] + + "Arising out of that reply ...!" + +[Illustration] + + Lord Lundy would begin to cry. + A Hint at harmless little jobs + Would shake him with convulsive sobs. + + While as for Revelations, these + Would simply bring him to his knees, + And leave him whimpering like a child. + It drove his Colleagues raving wild! + They let him sink from Post to Post, + From fifteen hundred at the most + To eight, and barely six--and then + To be Curator of Big Ben!... + And finally there came a Threat + To oust him from the Cabinet! + + The Duke--his aged grand-sire--bore + The shame till he could bear no more. + He rallied his declining powers, + Summoned the youth to Brackley Towers, + And bitterly addressed him thus-- + "Sir! you have disappointed us! + We had intended you to be + The next Prime Minister but three: + The stocks were sold; the Press was squared: + The Middle Class was quite prepared. + But as it is!... My language fails! + +[Illustration] + + Go out and govern New South Wales!" + + * * * + + The Aged Patriot groaned and died: + And gracious! how Lord Lundy cried! + +[Illustration] + + + + +REBECCA, + +_Who slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably._ + + + A Trick that everyone abhors + In Little Girls is slamming Doors. + A + +[Illustration] + + Wealthy Banker's + Little Daughter + +[Illustration] + + Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater + (By name Rebecca Offendort), + Was given to this Furious Sport. + + She would deliberately go + +[Illustration] + + And Slam the door like + Billy-Ho! + To make + her + +[Illustration] + + Uncle Jacob start. + She was not really bad at heart, + But only rather rude and wild: + She was an aggravating child.... + + It happened that a Marble Bust + Of Abraham was standing just + Above the Door this little Lamb + Had carefully prepared to Slam, + And Down it came! It knocked her flat! + It laid her out! She looked like that. + +[Illustration] + + * * * + + Her funeral Sermon (which was long + And followed by a Sacred Song) + Mentioned her Virtues, it is true, + But dwelt upon her Vices too, + And showed the Dreadful End of One + Who goes and slams the door for Fun. + + * * * + + The children who were brought to hear + The awful Tale from far and near + Were much impressed, + and inly swore + They never more would slam the Door. + --As often they had done before. + +[Illustration] + + + + +GEORGE, + +_Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of +considerable Dimensions._ + + + When George's Grandmamma was told + +[Illustration] + + That George had been as good as Gold, + She Promised in the Afternoon + To buy him an _Immense BALLOON_. + And + +[Illustration] + + so she did; but when it came, + It got into the candle flame, + And being of a dangerous sort + Exploded + +[Illustration] + + with a loud report! + + The Lights went out! The Windows broke! + The Room was filled with reeking smoke. + And in the darkness shrieks and yells + Were mingled with Electric Bells, + And falling masonry and groans, + And crunching, as of broken bones, + And dreadful shrieks, when, worst of all, + The House itself began to fall! + It tottered, shuddering to and fro, + Then crashed into the street below-- + Which happened to be Savile Row. + + * * * + + When Help arrived, among the Dead + +[Illustration] + + Were + + Cousin Mary, + +[Illustration] + + Little Fred, + +[Illustration] + + The Footmen + +[Illustration] + + (both of them), + +[Illustration] + + The Groom, + +[Illustration] + + The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room, + +[Illustration] + + The Chaplain, and + +[Illustration] + + The Still-Room Maid. + And I am dreadfully afraid + That Monsieur Champignon, the Chef, + Will now be + +[Illustration] + + permanently deaf-- + And both his + Aides + +[Illustration] + + are much the same; + While George, who was in part to blame, + Received, you will regret to hear, + A nasty lump + +[Illustration] + + behind the ear. + + +MORAL + + The moral is that little Boys + Should not be given dangerous Toys. + + + + +CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE, + +_Who always Did what was Right, and so accumulated an Immense Fortune._ + + + The nicest child I ever knew + Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. + He never lost his cap, or tore + His stockings or his pinafore: + In eating Bread he made no Crumbs, + He was extremely fond of sums, + +[Illustration] + + To which, however, he preferred + The Parsing of a Latin Word-- + He sought, when it was in his power, + For information twice an hour, + And as for finding Mutton-Fat + Unappetising, far from that! + He often, at his Father's Board, + Would beg them, of his own accord, + +[Illustration] + + To give him, if they did not mind, + The Greasiest Morsels they could find-- + His Later Years did not belie + The Promise of his Infancy. + + In Public Life he always tried + To take a judgment Broad and Wide; + +[Illustration] + + In Private, none was more than he + Renowned for quiet courtesy. + He rose at once in his Career, + And long before his Fortieth Year + Had wedded + Fifi, + +[Illustration] + + Only Child + Of Bunyan, First Lord Aberfylde. + He thus became immensely Rich, + And built the Splendid Mansion which + Is called + +[Illustration] + + _"The Cedars, + Muswell Hill,"_ + Where he resides in Affluence still + To show what Everybody might + Become by + + SIMPLY DOING RIGHT. + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27456.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27456.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3478738eadf436155e1738de7174221b7aebdc86 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27456.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope + + + + + +[The original book had illustrations on almost all pages. +Their location has not been individually marked. The +inconsistent hyphenization of "cuttle-fish" is in the +original.] + + + + +JAPANESE FAIRY TALE SERIES NO. 6 + +THE MOUSE'S WEDDING. + + +Griffith Farran & Co., London & Sydney, N.S.W. + + + + + Kobunsha : Tokyo + + + + +THE + +MOUSE'S WEDDING. + + +A long time ago there was a white mouse called +Kanemochi, servant of Daikoku, the God of Wealth. +His wife's name was Onaga. Both Kanemochi and his +wife were very discreet. Never in the day time nor +even at night did they venture into the parlor or +kitchen, and so they lived in tranquility free from +danger of meeting the cat. Their only son Fukutaro +also was of a gentle disposition. When he was old +enough to take a wife, his parents concluded to get +him one, transfer their property to him, and seek +retirement. Fortunately, one of their relatives +named Chudayu had a lovely daughter called Hatsuka. +Accordingly a go-between was employed to enter into +negotiations with Chudayu respecting the marriage. +When the young folks were allowed to see each other, +neither party objected, and so presents were +exchanged. + +The bridegroom sent the bride the usual articles: +an obi or belt, silk cotton, dried bonito, dried +cuttle fish, white flax, sea-weed, and _sake_ or +rice wine. The bride sent the bridegroom in like +manner: a linen _kami-shimo_, dried bonito, dried +cuttle-fish, white flax, sea-weed, fish, and +_sake_; thus confirming the marriage promise. + +A lucky day was then chosen, and every thing +prepared for the bride's removal to her new home, +her clothes were cut out and made, and needed +articles purchased. So Chudayu was kept busy +preparing for the wedding. + +The parents made their daughter Hatsuka blacken her +teeth as a sign that she would not marry a second +husband; they also carefully taught her that +she must obey her husband, be dutiful to her +father-in-law, and love her mother-in-law. + +Kanemochi on his part cleaned up his house inside +and out, made preparation for the marriage ceremony +and feast, assembled his relatives and friends, and +sent out many of his servants to meet the bride on +her way, and to give notice of her approach, that +all might be prepared for her reception. + +Soon the bride came in her palanquin with her boxes +carried before her, and a long train of attendants +following her. Kanemochi went out as far as the gate +to meet her, and ushered her into the parlor. + +At a signal from the go-between the bride and +bridegroom, to confirm the marriage bond, exchanged +between themselves three cups of _sake_, drinking +three times from each cup in turns. When this +ceremony, the "three times three" was ended, the +guests exchanged cups with the bride in token of +good will, and thus the union was consummated. + +Shortly afterwards the bride, her husband, and his +parents visited her home. In the evening the bride +returned home with her husband and his parents with +whom she lived in harmony, contented, prosperous and +happy, and much to be congratulated. + + + Printed by the Kobunsha in Tokyo, Japan + + + + + The Kobunsha's + Japanese Fairy Tale Series. + + 1. Momotaro or Little Peachling. + 2. The Tongue Cut Sparrow. + 3. The Battle of the Monkey and the Crab. + 4. The Old Man who made the Dead Trees Blossom. + 5. Kachi-Kachi Mountain. + 6. The Mouse's Wedding. + 7. The Old Man and the Devils. + 8. Urashima, the Fisher-Boy. + 9. The Eight-Headed Serpent. + 10. The Matsuyama Mirror. + 11. The Hare of Inaba. + 12. The Cub's Triumph. + 13. The Silly Jelly-Fish. + 14. The Princes, Fire-flash and Fire-fade. + 15. My Lord Bag-O'-Rice. + 16. The Wooden Bowl. + + _Copyright reserved_ + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27473.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27473.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c1891647ce4056591dfae30e0eacf23ebb246ae --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27473.txt @@ -0,0 +1,495 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + HAFBUR AND SIGNE + A BALLAD + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +HAFBUR AND SIGNE + + +Young Hafbur King and Sivard King + They lived in bitter enmity; +'Twas Signe proud that caused their feud, + Of maidens all the fairest she. + +It was youthful Hafbur King + Awaked at midnight with a bound, +And full of dread he straightway said + His wondrous dream to all around. + +"Methought I was in heaven's domain, + Within that place so fair to view, +And held to my breast my loved one prest, + When down we fell the cloudlets through." + +And there sat all the Dames and maids + And little heeded what he said; +But lent an ear his mother dear, + 'Twas she alone attention paid. + +"My son do thou to the mountain go, + And look that thou dost go with speed; +The Daughter demand of Elfin land, + And she to thee thy dream will rede." + +It was young King Hafbur bold + In his left hand he took his blade, +And away he hied to the mountain's side + To seek the lovely elfin maid. + +With his fingers white he thrice tapped light + Upon the mountain's side so green; +The daughter of Elle lay awake, and well + Could guess what did that tapping mean. + +"Hail, daughter fair of Elfland's King, + Whom here I see in costly wede! +I beg for love of the God above + That thou to me my dream wilt rede. + +"Methought I was in Heaven's domain, + Within that place so fair to view, +And held to my breast my loved one prest, + When down I sank the cloudlets through." + +"Thy dreaming thou wast in heaven, doth mean + That thou shalt win the damsel proud; +But that thou shalt die for her is shown + By thy falling through the little cloud." + +"And if for me it destined be + To win the maid for whom I sigh, +I'll ne'er complain if Fate ordain + That afterwards for her I die." + +Sir Hafbur lets his hair grow long, + And maiden's clothes he caused be made; +And away he rode to the high abode + Of Siward King, to learn to braid. + +For himself he clothes has caused be made, + All such as high born damsels wear; +Then away rode he o'er hill and lea + To seek King Siward's daughter fair. + +When he had reached the castle yard + In haste he smoothed his array; +To the hall of state where ladies wait, + And maids, then swift he takes his way. + +"Now hail to you, ye lovely dames, + And hail ye, maids of high degree! +And hail the child that's Signild styled, + The Dane King's child, if here she be! + +"Hail Signild, daughter of the King, + Who here art spinning silken thread; +Sir Hafbur me has sent to thee + That thou mayst teach me how to braid." + +"If thou dost come by Hafbur sent, + A welcome guest thou here shalt be; +What I can impart of the braiding art + I'll willingly impart to thee. + +"Whate'er I know of the braiding art + I'll willingly to thee disclose; +And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, + And with my best loved maid repose." + +"O I have eat with princely maids, + And by their sides have often lain; +I should pine, I trow, if bid to go + To bed with one of the servant train." + +"Well do not grieve my pretty may! + We'll do thee no disgrace nor harm; +And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, + And thou shalt sleep within my arm." + +And there sat all the damsels proud, + And with their work dispatch they made, +Save Hafbur alone, the King's good son, + Who with his needle often play'd. + +They sewed the hart, and they sewed the hind, + In good green wood that ran about; +Of cup of gold he scarce got hold + But Hafbur all the wine drunk out. + +In came the wicked servant maid, + In evil hour in came she: +"Where'er I've been I ne'er have seen + A maid know less of broidery. + +"A damsel fair I ne'er have seen + Who understood of stitching less; +And ne'er on earth a maid of birth + Drink wine with greater eagerness." + +Then out and said the wicked maid, + And loud with her sharp voice she spake: +"No maid I've viewed of noble blood + Such draughts of power ever take. + +"She never sews so small a seam + But with her needle she doth stop; +No cup so great she gets, but straight + She drains it to the bottom drop. + +"Two eyes she has, and eyes so bold + In high born maid I ne'er have seen; +And she doth bear of hands a pair + Which cast of iron seem, I ween." + +"Now do thou hear, thou servant maid, + Thy jeers at me why dost thou throw? +Thou needst not fear or blame or sneer + From me, however thou may'st sew. + +"Forego thy scoffs, forego thy jeers, + And do not watch me in such guise; +I thee don't mark on thy hand's work + Whatever way I turn my eyes." + +'Twas Hafbur then the King's good son + To sew at length with zeal began; +And he sewed hart and hind with art, + E'en as they run pursued by man. + +He lilies sews, and roses bright, + The birds upon the bough he sews; +At his address they all express + Surprise, they'd him by no means lose. + +And on sewed they till end of day, + And till some part of night was fled; +With drowsy brows the proud maids rose, + It lists them now to go to bed. + +So late it was at nightly tide, + Down fell the dew o'er hill and mead; +Then lists it her proud Signild fair + With all the rest to bed to speed. + +"O where shall I a bed procure?" + Said Hafbur then, the King's good son. +"O thou shalt rest in chamber best + With me the bolsters blue upon." + +Proud Signild foremost went, and stepped + The threshold of her chamber o'er; +With secret glee came Hafbur, he + Had never been so glad before. + +Then lighted they the waxen lights, + So fairly twisted were the same. +Behind, behind, with ill at mind, + The wicked servant maiden came. + +The lights were out, the train retired, + They thought that they were all alone; +His upper wede the knight with speed + Did off, then bright his faulchion shone. + +King Hafbur with delighted heart + Upon the bed himself has flung; +I tell to ye for verity + That as he fell his hauberk rung. + +Then out and spake proud Signelil, + She could not wonder half enough: +"Since I've been born no maid has worn, + That I have known, a sarke so rough." + +Her hand upon young Hafbur's breast + Which shone with ruddy gold she laid: +"To me make known why are not grown + Your breasts like those of another maid?" + +"'Tis custom in my father's land + For maids to mount and ride to fight; +My breasts not growing more, is owing + Unto the chafe of my hauberk tight." + +And there reclined the night so long + The youthful hero and the may; +They talking kept and nothing slept, + For in their hearts so much there lay. + +"Now do thou hear, proud Signild fair, + Since all alone ourselves we find, +Tell me the truth, who is the youth + For whom most stands your maiden mind?" + +"O there is none within the world + For whom I feel the least inclined, +Save Hafbur young, whose deeds are sung, + And he for me is not designed. + +"Save Hafbur young whom it has been + These eyes hard fortune ne'er to see; +I've heard alone his bugle blown, + When to and fro the Ting rides he." + +"And if it is prince Hafbur young + Whom them dost hold at heart so dear, +Straight turn your face and on him gaze, + For he does lie to thee so near." + +"If thou art he, why dost thou seek + A princely maiden to inveigle? +In manly sort to Siward's court + Why cam'st thou not with hawk and beagle?" + +"O maiden, to your father's house + Long since I came with hawk and hound; +But my desire he met with ire, + Still in my ear his scoffs resound." + +All, all the time that they did talk + They thought that quite alone were they; +But one stood near, and lent an ear + To every word that they did say. + +Shame, shame befall the wicked maid, + 'Twas she brought much mishap to pass; +She sly removed the sword approved + Of Hafbur, and the new cuirass. + +When she had removed the sword approved, + And Hafbur's good cuirass beside; +To the hall away where Sivard lay + The wicked maiden swiftly hied. + +"Awake, awake, good Sivard King, + Too much of sleep is in thy head! +Prince Hafbur know is lying now + With Signild fair in silken bed." + +"O young Prince Hafbur is not here, + And it is false what thou hast told; +To the Eastern main his way he's ta'en, + With Russ and Finman fight to hold. + +"So hold thy peace, thou wicked wench, + Nor lying tongue 'gainst Signe turn; +Ere morn shall dye the Eastern sky + For thy foul slander thou shalt burn." + +"Now do thou hear, my noble Lord, + Believe me all my words are true! +For see, I have his polished glaive, + And his cuirass of beaming blue." + +So wroth grew Sivard at the sight, + And loud around he 'gan to shout: +"Upstand ye all my merry men tall, + For here is come a Kemp so stout. + +"Now take ye brand and shield in hand, + And look ye wield them both aright; +Unto our home is Hafbur come, + Unasked by me, the hard necked wight." + +Upon the door they struck with power, + With shield and faulchion struck they hard: +"Come out, come out, young Bear," they shout, + "Come out unto the castle yard." + +When that heard she, proud Signelil + Her lily hands she fell to wring: +"Ah! dost not hear, Prince Hafbur dear, + How they for thee are clamouring?" + +Praise be to Hafbur, princely youth, + Against a host he made a stand; +They could not all the youth enthrall + Till snapped the bed post in his hand. + +They Hafbur took, and him they placed + In shackles strong and newly made; +But them in twain he burst amain, + As had they only been of lead. + +Then raised the ancient maid her voice, + And cursed counsel came from her: +"Bind yonder Bear with Signe's hair, + And hand or foot he will not stir. + +"Sirs, straightway bind ye Hafbur's hands + With one of Signe's silken hairs; +That little hair he will not dare + To break, such love for her he bears." + +And they took two of Signild's hairs, + And bound with them his mighty hands; +Such love possest the Hero's breast, + He would not burst the tiny bands. + +Then out and spake proud Signelil, + Adown her cheeks the tears ran fast: +"O Hafbur tear the paltry hair, + Thy Signe's free consent thou hast." + +And they placed Hafbur, son of the King, + Fast bounden in the castle hall; +Both maid and dame to see him came, + And his own maiden first of all. + +They Hafbur took, the son of the King, + And in strong irons him they laid; +In woeful mood before him stood + Full speedily his loving maid. + +To him with burning tears she spake: + "If Hafbur thou consent will give, +My good aunts three on bended knee + Shall intercede that thou shalt live. + +"My father threatens steadfastly + To hang thee on the oaken bough, +Upon the moor at early hour + Before again the sun shall glow." + +Then answered young King Hafbur bold, + And in high wrath the Hero spake: +"Too light I heed my life, to need + That women prayer for me should make. + +"Hear, Signild, hear, do thou show clear + This day for me thy love is great; +When in the string thou see me swing + Within thy bower burn thee straight." + +Then answered him proud Signelil, + With streaming eyes and heaving breast: +"By the God above, my dearest love, + I'll grant to thee thy last request." + +From out the gate they Hafbur led, + The King's good son, at solemn pace; +For him sore cried all him that eyed, + So hard and stern they thought his case. + +And when they reached the verdant plain, + Where he the gallant youth should die; +He begged he might have a short respite, + He'd prove his Signe's constancy. + +"Do ye hang up my mantle red, + That Sivard King the same may see; +He may repent, and yet prevent + Young Hafbur's hanging on a tree." + +When Signild proud the mantle saw, + The sight it pierced her like a knife: +"He's dead," she thought, "it vails me nought + To tarry longer here in life." + +She called together her maids with speed, + Concealing well her bosom's woe: +"To have some play we'll wend our way + Unto the lofty chamber now." + +Then out and spake proud Signelil, + She spake in stern determined guise: +"This day I will my own self kill, + And Hafbur join in Paradise. + +"If any one in our band has helped + To bring him to his death so foul, +Shall rue his wrong when we ere long + Shall burn together all to coal. + +"So many there are in this palace fair + Whom now the death of Hafbur gladdens; +But venge will I their cruelty + This moment on their plighted maidens." + +Then fire she set to her bower high, + The fire so hastily it blazed; +How well she loved to all she proved + Who on that conflagration gazed. + +It was Hafbur, son of the King, + O'er his shoulder blade he cast his sight; +Of Signe good the bower stood, + Enwrapt in one tremendous light. + +"Now take ye down my mantle red, + And let it lie upon the plain; +Within my breast if I possessed + Ten lives to beg them I'd disdain." + +King Sivard out of the window looked, + And on his mind such horror came; +For Hafbur he saw hang on a tree, + And Signild's bower enwrapt in flame. + +Outspake amain the little foot swain, + And he a mantle red had on: +"Now burns in bower the beauteous flower + With her fair maidens, every one." + +Then up and spake grey Sivard the King, + His face with paleness ghastly all: +"A fate so dour as this I'm sure + Did never princes two befall. + +"If I before had heard or known + The power of love was half so great, +I'd ne'er, I swear, have vext the pair + For all the wealth of Denmark's state. + +"Run some of ye to Signild's bower, + And strive to bear my child relief; +Let others race to the gallows place, + For Hafbur bold was ne'er a thief." + +And when they came to Signe's bower + All burnt they found the Lady fair; +When out of breath they reached the heath, + Hafbur was hanging dead in air. + +They Hafbur took, the son of the King, + And round him linen white they roll'd; +And him they laid beside his maid, + With many a tear in Christian mould. + +And then the wicked maid they took, + And to a death so horrid doomed; +A fitting bed for her they made, + Alive the wretch they have entombed. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27474.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27474.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..24c47f3c112f764ed84e8357cb99bc03d79587ea --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27474.txt @@ -0,0 +1,549 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + [Picture: Manuscript of The Bard and the Dreams] + + + + + + QUEEN BERNGERD + THE BARD AND THE DREAMS + AND + OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +QUEEN BERNGERD + + +Long ere the Sun the heaven arrayed, +For her morning gift her Lord she prayed: +"Give me Samsoe to have and to hold, +And from every maiden a crown of gold." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +The King he answered Berngerd thus: +"Madam, crave something less of us, +For many a maid lives 'neath our sway +To 'scape from death could the like not pay." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"My gentle Lord, then hear my prayer, +Suffer not ladies the scarlet to wear; +And, Sir, you must grant me this boon beside, +Let no boor's son a good courser ride." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"What ladies can buy to wear they are free, +And hindrance none they shall meet from me; +If the son of a Boor can a horse support, +'Fore God, I'll never destroy his sport!" + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"My Lord, we'll that matter let drop to the ground; +With chains of steel let the land be bound, +So that man or woman thereout or therein +Withouten toll cannot hope to win." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"How should we so much steel obtain, +As to bind therewith the land and main? +O Madam! some mercy and kindness shew, +Or expect the curse of the people now." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"To Ribe, to winter there, we'll depart, +There smiths we shall find well skilled in their art; +Both locks and keys will we have made, +And toeen and iron palisade." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"Faggot and coal shall the boor give free, +The smith shall work without thanks or fee. +My Lord, be persuaded, I rede ye do, +Much benefit thence shall to thee accrue." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"My father was King in the land before me, +And a King for his father also had he; +The Kings of the Danes to live contrive +Without Boor and Burger skinning alive." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"Sir, what would a peasant more +Than a latticed window and wicker door? +What shall a peasant keep in his stall +Save one draught ox and a cow withall? + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"Each peasant's wife of a son made light +Shall give me an ounce of gold so bright; +But if to a daughter birth she give, +Only the half I'm content to receive." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +The King he turned on his other side, +He'd heard enough to suffice for that tide. +As soon as sleep his brow came o'er, +Dagmar he thought stood his face before. + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"The bitter flower, Sir King, you hold, +Brings you trouble, as I foretold. +Be sure if this year you seek the fray, +You suffer not Berngerd at home to stay. + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +"If she with her flatteries blind your eyes, +The child will weep in the cradle that lies. +Take her with you, I rede and beseech, +How that will boot you time will teach." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +The King has proclaimed through the whole country, +To the war with him each tenth man should hie. +"My dearest Lady, worthy thou art +In the field of honour to bear a part." + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +The first shaft shot on the battle day +To the heart of Berngerd found its way; +No soul was seen with a tearful eye-- +Who for Berngerd would sorrow or sigh? + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +Now lies Berngerd in the cold black ground, +Oxen are still in the Boor's stall found. +Berngerd she lies 'neath the dingy sward, +The Danes their Monarch love and regard. + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + +Now Berngerd lies in eternal pains, +The boor his horse and cow retains. +A name she left of such evil savour, +So little the poor man did she favour. + _Woe befall her_,_ Berngerd_. + +'Tis better to live in humble state, +Than rich with a poor man's curse and hate; +After virtue better to ceaseless strain +Than the wealth of the world with scorn obtain. + _Woe befall her_, _Berngerd_. + + + + +DAME MARTHA'S FOUNTAIN + + +Dame Martha dwelt at Karisegaard, + So many kind deeds she wrought: +If the winter were sharp and the rich man hard, + Her gate the indigent sought. + +With her hand the hungry she loved to feed, + To the sick she lent her aid; +The prisoner oft from his chains she freed, + And for souls of sinners pray'd. + +Denmark's land was in peril dire, + The Swede around burnt and slew; +The castle of Martha was wrapped in fire, + To the church the good lady flew. + +She dwelt in the tower both night and day, + There unto her none repaired; +'Neath the church roof sat the dull owl gray, + And at the good lady stared. + +In the house of the Lord she dwelt safe and content + 'Till the foes their departure had ta'en; +Then back to her ruined castle she went, + And bade it be builded again. + +There found the houseless a cover once more, + And the mouths of the hungry bread; +But all in Karise-By {14} wept sore + When they knew Dame Martha dead. + +And when the Dame lay in her coffin and smil'd, + So calm with her pallid face, +O there was never so little a child + But was brought on her to gaze. + +The bell on the day of the burial toll'd, + And youth and age shed the tear; +No man was ever so weak or old + But helped to lift the bier. + +When they the bier set down for a space, + And rested upon the road, +A fountain sprang forth in that very place, + To this hour has it flow'd. + +God bless for ever the pious soul, + Her blessings no lips can tell; +For oft have the sick become sound and whole, + Who drank at Dame Martha's well! + +The tower yet stands with gloomy nook, + Where Dame Martha sat of old; +The stranger comes thereon to look, + And to hear the story told. + + + + +THE BARD AND THE DREAMS + + +O'er the sweet smelling meads with his lyre in his hand + The bard was straying; +In the twilight of evening, refreshing and bland, + His chords were playing. +He sang of the flowrets that slept in the tomb, +He sang of the flowrets that poured their perfume, +He sang of the flowrets that yet were to bloom. + +And the rose departed, +A smile from its sepulchre darted; +And the rose yet living with blushes of red +Breathed sweets o'er his head. +And the rose which unborn concealed yet lies, +Seemed to open before his eyes. + By a fountain's side with verdure array'd + Himself he laid. + +And the murmur and hum of the pure water fleeting, +And the strains, which the birds of the wood were repeating, +And the innocent heart, which so peaceful was beating, + Shed health-giving slumbers, + On lids which no sorrow cumbers. + +In the visions of sleep there came to his side + A sire with locks snow-hoary; +And the songster sped with that sire for his guide + To an unknown territory. + +On ruins majestic himself he found, +The mouldering bones of old heroes lay round; + Their ghosts awaking + Rose from their graves wild gestures making. + The youth was quaking-- +But the old man smiled as his mind he led +To the kempion times long fled. + +Then a lamp in the night's deep silence shone + Through the dingy mould, +And under the masses of fallen stone + There glittered gold. + +To the harp then pointing the sage disappears, +And the youth shed tears. +"Yes, yes, the young bard thy countenance knows," + So sang in wild passion the boy-- +"Not in vain in my bosom a holy fire glows, +Not in vain thy bright lamp the grave's mystery shews, + The bard will obey thee with joy." + +Again there appeared in the dreams of the stripling + A being who held him intent; +It came as in flood come the high billows rippling, + Like billows when ebbing it went. + +Though the look of an aged and slow female wearing, +It ran like the breezes in spring time careering, +Full often it vanished with threatening bearing. + But suddenly caught he the fugitive wild, + And then by his breast a maiden smil'd. +"Thee often I've met on life's journey," he said, +"And when like a meteor thou past me hast sped, + I've seen thee look backward--and threaten. + +"O! kiss me, sweet maiden, ere on thou dost stray, +I've seen thee with flowers strew the wanderer's way. + They lived in their brightness, + When thou in this lightness, +Had'st fled farthest off; and sometimes they became +A Bauta-stone over the worm-wasted frame. + +"Vouchsafe me a smile," said the youth, "I entreat, +I know thy course lightning-fleet. + Thy light pinions ever + Thou pliest, sweet giver + Of palms, verdant palms, to the stripling so clever, +Who caught thee, though lightning fleet." + +Again to his eye a fair vision was given, +A being angelical stood in the heaven. +In morn's fresh rose-hues drest +Stood the spirit blest. + As shines from above + The starlet of love +So kindled his glance toward earth's gentle child. + As the maid to her beckons the youth she loves dearly, + When vespers are chiming and Luna shines clearly, +So toward him beckoned the Angel, and smil'd. + +With rapture the songster took thither his way, +Where the winged one of heaven stood beauteous and gay. +But, just as he hoped that the height was surmounted, +Far distant again they each other confronted. +And still the Angel beckoned there, +But--never, never near. +"My seraph! wilt ever avoid my embrace?" + --Said the songster with mortified mien-- +"But though I'm unable to climb to thy place, +My eye thou hast blest from the mansions of grace, + And thy heaven, thou distant, I've seen." + +His slumber departed, his visions they fled, +But oft when he harped they came into his head. +"Blest, trebly blest, may our life be regarded, +Far unto me hear threefold life is awarded. + +"See the roselet departed, +A smile from its tomb has darted. + And the rose, which yet lives in blushes and bloom, + Breathes o'er me perfume. +Yes, from its concealment, the unborn rose +Before me seems to unclose." + + + + +KING OLUF THE SAINT + + +King Oluf and his brother bold, + 'Bout Norroway's rocks a parley hold. + (_So sweet in Drontheim 'tis to dwell_!) + +"The one of us two who best can sail, + Shall rule o'er Norroway's hill and dale. + +"Who first of us reaches our native ground, + O'er all the region shall King be crown'd." + +Then Harald Haardrode answer made: + "Aye, let it be even as thou hast said. + +"But if I to-day must sail with thee, + Thou shalt change vessels, I swear, with me. + +"For thou hast got the Dragon of speed, + I shall make with the Ox a poor figure indeed. + +"The dragon is swift as the clouds in chase, + The ox he moveth at lazy pace." + +"Hear, Harald, what I shall say to thee, + What thou hast proposed well pleaseth me. + +"If my ship in aught be better than thine, + I'm readily, cheerfully lend thee mine. + +"Do thou the Dragon so sprightly take, + And I with the Ox will the journey make. + +"But first to the Church we'll bend our way, + Ere our hand on sail or on oar we lay." + +And into the Church Saint Oluf trode, + His beautiful hair like the bright gold glow'd. + +But soon out of breath there came a man: + "Thy brother is sailing off, fast as he can." + +"Let them sail, my friend, who to sail may choose, + The word of our Lord we will not lose, + +"The Mass is the word of our blessed Lord. + Take water, ye swains, for our table board. + +"We will sit at board, and the bread we will taste, + Then unto the sea-shore will we haste." + +Now down they all sped to the ocean strand, + Where the Ox lay rocking before the land. + +And speedily they to the ocean bore + The anchor, and cable, the sail and oar. + +Saint Oluf he stood on the prow when on board: + "Now forward, thou Ox, in the name of the Lord!" + +He grappled the Ox by the horn so white: + "Hie now as if thou went clover to bite!" + +Then forward the Ox began to hie, + In his wake roll'd the billows boisterously. + +He hallooed to the lad on the yard so high: + "Do we the Dragon of Harald draw nigh?" + +"No more of the pomps of the world I see, +Than the uppermost top of the good oak tree. + +"I see, 'neath the land of Norroway, skim +Bright silken sails with a golden rim. + +"I see, 'neath Norroway's mountains proud, +The Dragon bearing of sail a cloud. + +"I see, I see, by Norroway's side, +The Dragon gallantly forward stride!" + +On the ribs of the Ox a blow he gave: +"Now faster, faster, over the wave!" + +He struck the Ox on the eye with force: +"To the haven much speedier thou must course!" + +Then forward the Ox began to leap, +No sailor on deck his stand could keep. + +Then cords he took, and his mariners fast +He tied to the vessel's sheets and mast. + +'Twas then, 'twas then, the steersman cried: +"But who shall now the vessel guide?" + +His white gloves off Saint Oluf throws, +And he himself to the rudder goes. + +"O we will sail o'er cliff and height, +The nearest way like a line of light." + +So o'er the hills and dales they career, +To them they became like water clear. + +They sailed along o'er the mountains blue, +Then out came running the Elfin crew. + +"Who sails o'er the gold in which we joy? +Our ancient father who dares annoy?" + +"Elf, turn to stone and a stone remain, +Till I by this path return again!" + +So they sailed o'er Skaaney's mountains tall, +And stones became the little elves all. + +Out came a Carline, with spindle and rok: +"Saint Oluf! why sailest thou us to mock? + +"Saint Oluf, thou who the red beard hast, +Through my chamber wall thy ship hath passed." + +With a glance of scorn did Saint Oluf say: +"Stand there a flint rock for ever and aye!" + +Unchided, unhindered, they bravely sailed on, +Before them yielded both stock and stone. + +Still onward they sailed in such gallant guise, +That no man upon them could fix his eyes. + +Saint Oluf a bow before his knee bent, +Behind the sail dropped the shaft he sent. + +From the prow Saint Oluf a barb shot free, +Behind the Ox fell the shaft in the sea. + +Saint Oluf he trusted In Christ alone, +And therefore home by three days he won. + +That made Harald with fury storm, +Of a laidly dragon he took the form. + +But the Saint was a man of devotion full, +And the Saint gat Norroway's land to rule. + +Into the Church Saint Oluf strode, +He thanked the Saviour in fervent mode. + +Saint Oluf walked the Church about, +There shone a glory his ringlets out. + +Whom God doth help makes bravely his way, +His enemies win but shame and dismay. + + + + +TO SCRIBBLERS {30} + + +Would it not be more dignified +To run up debts on every side, +And then to pay your debts refuse, +Than write for rascally Reviews? +And lectures give to great and small, +In pothouse, theatre, and town-hall, +Wearing your brains by night and day +To win the means to pay your way? +I vow by him who reigns in [hell], +It would be more respectable! + + + + +TO A CONCEITED WOMAN + + +Be still, be still, and speak not back again. +What right have you to answer in this strain? +Whilst I'm a man, a prince of the creation, +You're but a female woman by your station; +A creature for man's sovereign service born, +Whose fitting wages are contempt and scorn. +A creature formed to dive down in the sea +To fetch up sea-eggs for the likes of me; +Only too grateful, when we've stilled our greed, +If on our leavings you're allowed to feed. +If thus I speak, I speak on public grounds, +My only aim is to keep well in bounds. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{14} Karise-By = Karise Village. + +{30} Composed upon the occasion of the refusal by Lockhart to insert, in +_The Quarterly Review_, Borrow's Essay suggested by Ford's _Hand-book for +Travellers in Spain_, 1845, in the unmutilated and unamended form in +which the author had written it. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27563.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27563.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9e976f7a2f79d288b62f5de6fff339eb0f33b85 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27563.txt @@ -0,0 +1,411 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Cover art] + + +[Illustration: Inside cover] + + +[Frontispiece: Roses] + + +[Illustration: Title page] + + + +Heart's-ease + +from + +Phillips Brooks + + + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY + +CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY + +NEW YORK + + + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +Happiness is perfectly hollow unless there is a +meaning behind it, unless it tells of intention +somewhere, unless it means love. "Eat and drink +and be merry" is not the end of it all. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +Whoever, by a Christian word he speaks or by a +Christian life he lives, brings a new soul to see +the perfect life and take the perfect grace, has +poured out of his full hands a blessing on his +brother that leaves utterly out of sight any gift +that riches can bestow on poverty. + +We want a faith, a truth, a grace to help us +_now_, ... and we can have it. One who was man, +yet mightier than man, has walked the vale before +us. + +Every attempt to do right has a tendency to +reveal to us more spiritual ways of doing right, +and our need of spiritual helps in doing it. + +The thought of life is like that untouched line +we call the "sky," but which, when we try to +reach it, proves to be not one single line, but +an infinite depth ... stored with what strange +uses and benefactions we dare not say. + +Some men's faith only makes itself visible; other +men's lightens everything within its reach. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +There is positive proof in the single sunbeam of +the existence of the sun. + +Strike God's iron on the anvil, see God's goods +across the counter, put God's wealth in +circulation, teach God's children in the +school,--so shall the dust of your labor build +itself into a little sanctuary where you and God +may dwell together. + +Make truth your friend and guide in all your +hourly business,--truth of plan, and purpose, and +labor... Whoever will not bow before this +monarch you have crowned, let him be rebel to you. + +If you are not spiritually minded, do not wait +for mysterious light and vision. Go and give up +your dearest sin. Go and do what is right. Go +and put yourself thoroughly into the power of the +holiness of duty. + +All the world is an utterance of the Almighty. + + +[Illustration: Cherubs, flowers] + + +It seems so far off, that Cross of Jesus, and it +really is so near! For it is lifted up so high +that the waves of time roll unheeded and +unmeaning at its foot. It is the power of +perfection for us to-day. + + +Each high achievement is a sign and token of the +whole nature's possibility. What a piece of the +man was for that shining moment, it is the duty +of the whole man to be always. + +May we not daily tread the same paths of holiness +and sorrow, joy and love, that Christ has +trodden, and see His footsteps on them still? + +Even if you have to force yourself to your +duty,--still, _do it_. Do your duty, even if +duty be wearisome and hard, for then you are in +the place where it can become joyous and easy to +you. + +We must answer for our actions; God will answer +for our powers. + + +[Illustration: Graveyard scene] + + +Some day certainly the fog shall rise, the clouds +shall scatter, and in the perfect enlightenment +of the other life the soul shall see its Lord, +and be thankful for every darkest step that we +took towards Him here. + +Devotion is like the candle which Michael Angelo +used to carry stuck on his forehead in a +paste-board cap, and which kept his own shadow +from being cast upon his work when he was hewing +out his statues. + +David's pilgrims, going through the vale of +misery, "use it for a well." ... When they grew +thirsty they looked not merely farther on into +the heart of the future, but deeper down into the +bosom of the present. + +The sense of evil in life does not _deny_, but +implies the noblest capacities in men. + +Man must be a ray of the great sunshine under +whose touch some special flower may open, and +some special fruit fill itself with healthy and +nutritious juice, some little corner of the field +grow rich. + +Any honest task is capable of being so largely +conceived that he who enters into it may see, +stretching before him, the promise of things to +do and be, that will stir his enthusiasm and +satisfy his best desires. + +Your life cannot be frivolous or vulgar unless +you are frivolous or vulgar. He who complains of +his circumstances really complains of himself, +and is his own accuser. + +God is as willing that you should read your +lesson in the sunlight as in the storm. + +Heaven at last will be the perfect sight of +Christ. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +A life with no intention of God in it _must be_ +shallow. + +The thoughtful trader believes that Trade, in its +ideal, is generous and beautiful. It is the +reality that he makes of it, by the way in which +he does it, that seems to him sordid. + +Character is the divinest thing on earth. It is +the one thing that you can put into the shop or +into the study, and be sure that the fire is +going to burn. + +Never does human nature seem so glorious and so +wicked all at once as when we stand before the +cross of Jesus! The most enthusiastic hopes, the +most profound humiliation, have found their +inspiration there. + +The only way to run from God is to run to Him. +The Infinite Knowledge is also the Infinite Pity. + + +[Illustration: House and yard] + + +[Illustration: Stream and flowers] + + +Not simply His coming and His going, not simply +His birth, or death, but the living, total life +of Jesus is the world's salvation. And the Book +in which His life shines orbed and distinct is +the world's treasure. + +Remember we are debtors to the Good by birth, but +remember we may become debtors to the Bad by +life; and both debts--of service and +allegiance--must be paid alike. + +Not merely a Voice to be heard, but a Friend to +be loved, a Shepherd to be followed, a Bread to +be eaten,--so does the Christ of the Gospels +present Himself in word and sacrament and every +presentation of His personality. + +The tent-life is the true life until the building +of God, the "house not made with hands," is +reached. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +The visionary is the man who has no present; the +drudge is the man who has no future. To be saved +from being either,--that can come only by joining +a clear, sharp, solid work to large hopes and +great ambitions. + +Does not the soul, finding the heart of its +suffering full of joy, forget the mere rough +outside in which that heart of joy was folded? + +Ideality, magnanimity and bravery--these are what +make the heroes. The materialist, the sceptic +and the coward--he cannot be a hero. + +To believe is the true glory of existence. To +disbelieve is to give ourselves into the power of +death, and just so far to cease from living. + +It is only in poor men and in the lower things +that success increases self-conceit. In every +high work and in men worthy of it, success is +always sure to bring humility. + +Our strength is measured by our plastic power... +Bricks and mortar are mortar and bricks until the +architect can make them into something else. + +A man who lives right, and is right, has more +power in his silence than another man by his +words. + +Oh! believe me that no man lives at his best to +whom life is not becoming better and better, +always aware of greater and greater forces, +capable of diviner and diviner deeds and joys. + + +[Illustration: Sunset and pond] + + +God is omnipotent, and man is immortal. +Therefore be patient and work. The end shall +certainly be joy, not sorrow. The stone shall +roll away and the dead come forth. + +Optimism is a belief in a great purpose +underlying the world for good, absolutely certain +to fulfil itself somewhere, somehow. That must +have been what God saw when He looked upon the +world and called it "good." + +A hundred men stand on the shore and say: "There +is no land beyond." One brave and trustful man +like Columbus, believes that the complete world +is complete, and sails for a fair land beyond the +sea, and finds it. + +Put your faith where it will be safe; and the +only place where a faith ever can be safe is in +the shrine of an action. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +I must have some notion in general of what I am +alive for, or I cannot live rightly from hour to +hour this evening and to-morrow morning. + +Give our lives room to grow to truth, and they +will grow to symmetry; give them leave to ripen, +and they will richen too. + +The only real way to "prepare to meet thy God" is +to live with thy God so that to meet Him shall be +nothing strange. + +It is not good for a man to devote himself to +preparation for dying. It is preparation for +living that you need. + +Our virtue should not be a deed, or a work, but a +growth--a growth like a tree's, always rising +higher from its own inward strength and sap. + +The moment that the face is turned away from the +dead past, and looks toward the living future, a +new power comes. Hope is awake, and hope is +infinite. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +The gracious mercy that binds Omnipotence a +willing servant to every humble prayer! + +Self-restraint and honesty and independence, if +they are the crown upon the head of a benignant +despotism, are the very lifeblood in the veins of +a self-governing republic. + +To be calm and serene, and yet to be full of +energy and hope of higher things,--this comes to +him whose life aims at the absolute. + +If you cannot argue, live! Be true and pure and +lofty and devout, and He who ever seeks the souls +of men shall find His way to some of them through +you. + +When a man means to be honest solely because +honesty is right, and not because honesty is +profitable, there is a perpetual and beautiful +tendency of his honesty to refine and deepen +itself. + +Dependence upon God makes the independence of men +in which are liberty and courage. + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +[Illustration: Flowers] + + +There is a type of universal human life in +harmony with the best life of all the ages, in +tune with the sublimest and finest spiritual +music of the universe, which you can live in your +parlor and your shop. + +No beauty is really beautiful which in any way +hinders righteousness or weakens spiritual life. + +To every heart's experience comes its time of +desert-journeyings.... It eats its manna in the +wilderness. + +You can know nothing which you do not reverence. +You can see nothing before which you do not veil +your eyes. + +Repentance for safety, even for cleanness, is not +complete. The true motive is that God may be +glorified in us. + + +[Illustration: Angel] + + +[Illustration: Inside back cover] + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27621.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27621.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1f02c81da9a1c5f55c2bcb697d243e3ea16dddea --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27621.txt @@ -0,0 +1,167 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Daniel Fromont + + + + + + + + + +[Transcriber's note: Mrs. Hungerford (Margaret Wolfe Hamilton) +(1855?-1897) "How I write my novels" (from Mrs Hungerford's +_An anxious moment_ pp. 275-282)] + + + + + + +To sit down in cold blood and deliberately set to cudgel one's brains +with a view to dragging from them a plot wherewith to make a book is (I +have been told) the habit of some writers, and those of no small +reputation. Happy people! What powers of concentration must be theirs! +What a belief in themselves--that most desirable of all beliefs, that +sweet propeller toward the temple of fame. Have faith in yourself, and +all me, will have faith in you. + +But as for me, I have to lie awake o'nights longing and hoping for +inspirations that oft-times are slow to come. But when they do come, +what a delight! All at once, in a flash, as it were, the whole story +lies open before me--a delicate diorama, vague here and there, but +with a beginning and an end--clear as crystal. I can never tell when +these inspirations may be coming; sometimes in the dark watches of the +night; sometimes when driving through the crisp, sweet air; sometimes a +word in a crowded drawing-room, a thought rising from the book in hand, +sends them with a rush to the surface, where they are seized and +brought to land, and carried home in triumph. After that the 'dressing' +of them is simple enough. + +But just in the beginning it was not so simple. Alas! for that first +story of mine--the raven I sent you of my ark and never saw again. +Unlike the proverbial curse, it did not come home to roost; it stayed +where I had sent it. The only thing I ever heard of it again was a +polite letter from the editor in whose office it lay, telling me I +could have it back if I enclosed stamps to the amount of twopence +halfpenny, otherwise he should feel it his unpleasant duty to 'consign +it to the waste-paper basket'. I was only sixteen then, and it is a +very long time ago; but I have always hated the words 'waste paper' +ever since. I don't remember that I was either angry or indignant, but +I _do_ remember that I was both sad and sorry. At all events, I never +sent that miserable twopence halfpenny, so I conclude my first +manuscript went to light the fire of that heartless editor. + +So much comfort I may have bestowed on him, but he left me comfortless; +and yet who can say what good he may not have done me? Paths made too +smooth leave the feet unprepared for rougher roads. To step always in +the primrose way is death to the higher desires. Yet oh, for the hours +I spent over that poor rejected story, beautifying it (as I fondly, if +erroneously, believed), adding a word here, a sentiment there! So +conscientiously minded was I, that even the headings of the chapters +were scraps of poetry (so called) done all by myself. Well, never mind. +I was very young then, and, as they say upon the stage, I 'meant well'. + +For a long twelvemonth after that I never dreamed of putting pen to +paper. I had given myself up, as it were. I was the most modest of +children, and fully decided within myself that a man so clever as a +real live editor must needs be could not have been mistaken. He had +seen and judged, and practically told me that writing was not my forte. + +Yet the inevitable hour came round once more. Once again an idea caught +me, held me, _persuaded_ me that I could put it into words. I struggled +with it this time, but it was too strong for me; and that early +exhilarating certainty that there was 'something in me', as people say, +was once more mine, and seizing my pen, I sat down and wrote, wrote, +wrote, until the idea was an object formed. + +With closed doors I wrote at stolen moments. I had not forgotten the +quips and cranks uttered at my expense by my brother and sister on the +refusal of that last-first manuscript. To them it had been a fund of +joy. In fear and trembling I wrote this second effusion, finished it, +wept over it (it was the most lachrymose of tales), and finally, under +cover of night, induced the housemaid to carry it to the post. To that +first unsympathetic editor I sent it (which argues a distant lack of +malice in my disposition), and oh, joy! it was actually accepted. I +have written many a thing since, but I doubt if I have ever known again +the unadulterated delight that was mine when my first insignificant +cheque was held within my hands. + +As for my characters: you ask how I conceive them. Once the plot is +rescued from the misty depths of the mind, the characters come and +range themselves readily enough. A scene, we will say, suggests +itself--a garden, a flower-show, a ball-room, what you will--and two +people in it. A young man and woman for choice. They are always young +with me, for that matter, for what under the heaven we are promised is +so altogether perfect as youth! Oh, that we could all be young for ever +and for ever; that Time, + +'That treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief', + +could be abruptly slain by some great conqueror, and we poor human +beings let loose, defiant of its thralls! But no such conqueror comes, +and Time flies swiftly as of yore, and drags us headlong, whether we +will or not, to the unattractive grave. + +If any one of you, dear readers, is as bad a sleeper as I am, you will +understand how thoughts swarm at midnight. Busy, bustling, stinging +bees, they forbid the needed rest, and, thronging the idle brain, +compel attention. Here in the silent hours the ghosts called characters +walk slowly, smiling, bowing, nodding, pirouetting, going like +marionettes through all their paces. At night, I have had my gayest +thoughts; at night, my saddest. All things seem open then to that +giant, Imagination. + +Here, lying in the dark, with as yet no glimmer of the coming dawn, no +faintest light to show where the closed curtains join, too indolent to +rise and light the lamp, too sleepy to put one's foot out of the +well-warmed bed, praying fruitlessly for that sleep that will not +come--it is at such moments as these that my mind lays hold of the +novel now in hand, and works away at it with a vigour, against which +the natural desire for sleep hopelessly makes battle. + +Just born this novel may be, or half completed; however it is, off goes +one's brain at a tangent. Scene follows scene, one touching the other; +the characters unconsciously fall into shape; the villain takes a ruddy +hue; the hero dons a white robe; as for the heroine, who shall say what +dyes from Olympia are not hers? A conversation suggests itself, an act +thrusts itself into notice. Lightest of skeletons all these must +necessarily be, yet they make up eventually the big whole, and from the +brain wanderings of one wakeful night three of four chapters are +created for the next morning's work. + +As for the work itself, mine is, perhaps, strangely done, for often I +have written the last chapter first, and founded my whole story on the +one episode that it contained. + +As a rule, too, I never give more time to my writing than two hours out +of every day. But I write quickly, and have my notes before me, and I +can do a great deal in a short time. Not that I give these two hours +systematically; when the idle vein is in full flow I fling aside the +pen and rush gladly into the open air, seeking high and low for the +children, who (delightful thought) will be sure to help me toward that +state of frivolity to which the sunshine outside has tempted me to +aspire. + +To _force_ the mind is, in my opinion, bad business. What comes +spontaneously is of untold value. It is always fresh, always the best +of which the writer may be capable. These unsolicited outbursts of the +mind are as the wild sprays sent heavenward at times by a calm and +slumbering ocean--a promise of the power that reigns in the now quiet +breast. Thus dreams are of value; and to dreams (those most spontaneous +and unsought of all things) I owe much." + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's How I write my novels, by Mrs. Hungerford + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27622.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27622.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..89aba9e3b28e3125d63dd3f3becff79ec62a95f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27622.txt @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Daniel Fromont + + + + + + + + +[Transcriber's note: Mrs. Hungerford (Margaret Wolfe Hamilton) +(1855?-1897) "The story of my first novel" (from The Ladies' +Home Journal vol. VII No 8 Philadelphia July 1890 p.14)] + + + + + +The Duchess + + + +"The story of my first novel" + + +My first novel! Alas! for that first story of mine--the raven I sent +out of my ark and never see again! Unlike the proverbial curse, it did +_not_ come home to roost, it stayed where I had sent it. The only thing +I ever heard of it again was a polite letter from the editor in whose +office it lay, telling me I could have it back if I enclosed stamps for +the amount of twopence halfpenny, otherwise he should feel it his +unpleasant duty to "consign it to the waste-paper basket." + +I was only sixteen then, and it is a very long time ago; but I have +always hated the words "waste-paper" ever since. I don't remember that +I was either angry or indignant, but I _do_ remember that I was both +sad and sorry. At all events, I never sent that two-pence half-penny, +so I conclude my first MS. went to light the fire of that heartless +editor. So much comfort I may have bestowed on him, but he left me +comfortless; and yet who can say what good he may not have done me? +Paths made too smooth leave the feet unprepared for rougher roads. To +step always in the primrose ways is death to the higher desires. Yet +oh, for the hours I spent over that poor rejected story, beautifying it +(as I fondly, if erroneously, believed), adding a word here, a +sentiment there! So conscientiously-minded was I, that even the +headings of the chapters were scraps of poetry (so called) done all by +myself. Well, never mind. I was very young then, and as they say upon +the stage, I "meant well." + +For a long twelvemonth after that I never dreamed of putting pen to +paper. I had given myself up, as it were. I was the most modest of +children, and fully decided within myself that a man so clever, as a +real live editor must needs be, could not have been mistaken. He had +seen and judged, and practically told me that writing was not my forte. +Yet the inevitable hour came round once more. Once again an idea caught +me, held me, _persuaded_ me that I could put it into words. I struggled +with it this time, but it was too strong for me, that early +exhilarating certainty that there was "something in me," as people say, +was once more mine, and seizing my pen, I sat down and wrote, wrote, +wrote, until the idea was an object formed. With closed doors I wrote +at stolen moments. I had not forgotten the quips and cranks uttered at +my expense by my brother and sister on the refusal of that last-first +manuscript. To them it had been a fund of joy. + +In fear and trembling I wrote this second effusion, finished it, wept +over it (it was the most lachrymose of tales), and finally under cover +of night induced the house maid to carry it to the post. To that first +unsympathetic editor I sent it (which argues a distinct lack of malice +in my disposition), and oh, joy! it was actually accepted. I have +written many a thing since, but I doubt if I have ever known again the +unadulterated delight that was mine when my first insignificant check +was held within my hands. + + + +===================================================================== + + + +[Transcriber's note: Mrs. Hungerford (Margaret Wolfe Hamilton) +(1855?-1897) "How a novel is written" (from The Ladies' Home +Journal vol. VII No 2 Philadelphia January 1890 p.11)] + + + + +The Duchess + + +"How a novel is written" + + +The characters in my novels, you ask how I conceive them? Once the plot +is rescued from the misty depths of the mind, the characters come and +range themselves readily enough. A scene, we will say, suggests +itself--a garden, a flower show, a ball-room, what you will--and two +people in it. A _young_ man and woman for choice. They are _always_ +young with me, for that matter, for what, under the heaven we are +promised, is so altogether perfect as youth! If any one of you, dear +readers, is as bad a sleeper as I am, you will understand how thoughts +swarm at midnight. Busy, bustling, stinging bees, they forbid the +needed rest, and, thronging the idle brain, compel attention. Here in +the silent hours the ghosts called characters walk, smiling, bowing, +nodding, pirouetting, going like marionettes through all their paces. +At night I have had my gayest thoughts, at night my saddest. All things +seem open then to that giant, Imagination. Here, lying in the dark, +with as yet no glimmer of the coming dawn, no faintest light to show +where the closed curtains join, too indolent to rise and light the +lamp, too sleepy to put one's foot out of the well-warmed bed, praying +fruitlessly for that sleep that will not come--it is at such moments +as theses that my mind lays hold of the novel now in hand, and works +away at it with a vigor, against which the natural desire for sleep +hopelessly makes battle. + +Just born this novel may be, or half completed; however it is, off goes +my brain at a tangent. Scene follows scene, one touching the other; the +character unconsciously falls into shape; the villain takes a rudy hue; +the hero dons a white robe; as for the heroine, who shall say what dyes +from Olympia are not hers? A conversation suggests itself, an act +thrusts itself into notice. Lightest of skeletons all these must +necessarily be, yet they make up eventually the big whole, and from the +brain wanderings of one wakeful night three of four chapters are +created for the next morning's work. As for the work itself, mine is +perhaps strangely done, for often I have written the last chapter +first, and founded my whole story on the one episode that it contained. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27624.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27624.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f27bc0ef1516aafa68af6fcc4eee8b1a5be1cdd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27624.txt @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Daniel Fromont + + + + + + + + + +[Transcriber's note: Mrs. Hungerford (Margaret Wolfe Hamilton) +(1855?-1897) "How to marry well" (from The Ladies' Home Journal +vol. VII No IV Philadelphia March 1890 p.6)] + + + + +The Duchess + + +How to marry well + + +Some girls start in life with the idea that to snub the opposite sex is +the surest way of bringing it to their feet. All such imaginings are +vain! A man may be amused by the coquettish impertinences of a girl, he +may even be attracted by it to a certain extent, but in the end he +feels repulsion, and unless it be the exception that proves the rule, +hastens away presently to lay his name and fortune at the disposal of +some more modest girl. + +To marry _well_ is the note that strikes more clearly on the brain of +the debutante's mother than on the ear of that interesting person +herself. A girl starting in life feels all the world is before her +where to choose. She gives, indeed, too little thought to the subject. +She comes fresh from the schoolroom into the crowded drawing-room, +thinking only how best to enjoy herself. The thought of marriage, if +near, is yet so far, that it hardly interferes with her pleasure in the +waltz, the theatre, or the eternal afternoon tea. + +It is a pity that the educational standard fixed for young girls +now-a-days is of so low an order. A smattering of French, a word or two +of German, an _idea_ of what music really means, as gained from a three +years' acquaintance with scales and movements, and songs without +words--this is all! There is, of course, a good deal of reading with +scientific masters that serves only to puzzle the brains half given to +the matter in hand, and then the girl is emancipated from the +schoolroom, and let loose upon society to "be settled in life," says +Mamma. + +Some of these girls _do_ marry well--surprisingly so! But they are +amongst the few. As for the rest, they make their own lives and their +husband's a burden to them. Without having time given them to mature +their ideas, these latter are hurried into matrimony while still +children, without having formed a conception of the terrible +responsibility that attaches itself to every human soul who agrees to +join itself to another. + +These latter do not make good matches in any one sense of the word. The +struggling barrister, the clerk, the curate, the brainless masher--such +are their prey; and if they make richer prizes than these, still the +match cannot be called _good;_ presently there is dis-union as the +clever husband finds the pretty but nonsensical wife utterly unable to +follow him through the paths of life that Fate has opened out to him. + +It is a common idea that men care only for beauty, and are to be +attracted by no lesser virtue--if virtue it may be called. This is a +most gross error that even the earliest of our thinkers has laid bare. +What says Thomas Carew: + + "But a smooth and steadfast mind, + Gentle thoughts and calm desires, + Hearts with equal love combined, + Kindle never-dying fires:-- + Where these are not, I despise + Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes." + + +We see, then, that there are things more desirable to the masculine +mind than the mere charms of the flesh. To be beautiful is a good +thing, for which we should thank Nature--to be attractive, morally, +rather than physically, is, however, a thing for which we should thank +Nature even more, if she be good enough to have endowed us with that +lasting quality. Let a girl learn once for all that her little +schoolgirl airs and graces can please only the unintellectual of her +set, that to make a good match, in the most noble sense of the word, is +to form herself to be the equal of the man she marries, and all will be +right. I speak advisedly, because a girl who has the courage to so plan +out her future is very unlikely to wed with any save the most desirable +of the other sex. + +But what _is_ a good match? Does it mean a man with money only, or +position only, or intellect only, or only a capacity for being good +humored under each and every circumstance? The common acceptation of +the term means a man in such a moneyed position that he can place his +wife considerably above that of her friends, so far as money goes. And +that is a very good thing too, so far as it goes. But to be rich is not +everything! The merely sordid, the entirely uneducated can rise to this +height, but surely to make a _good_ match one's husband should be the +possessor of something more than money. He should be cultured, refined, +intelligent, and therefore the girl who wishes to mate with him, should +take care to be cultured and refined herself. Half the bad matches in +the world are caused either by the educated women marrying the man +thoroughly beneath her in all moral qualities, or the man who has spent +his life cultivating his mind, falling a slave to the petty fascination +of a pretty woman who has only beauty to give him--nothing more! + +What girls should never forget is to be _neat!_ Not primly so, but +daintily so. The girl well got up, with irreproachable gloves, and +shoes that fit, though her gown be only cotton, yet if it be well +turned out, may compete with the richest, while the slovenly dresser, +who scorns or forgets to give attention to details, is passed over by +the discontented eye, though her gown may be a masterpiece of Worth. + +A girl should learn to put her gown on properly. No creature living +takes more heed of externals than your orthodox man. He may not know +the price, color, or material of your clothes, but he will know to a +nicety whether you are well or badly gowned. + +One special point I would impress upon the girl who desires, (as all +girls do) to range themselves well, to make a good marriage--is to be +_gentle_. The craze for vivacity, for the free and easy style that +border so closely on the manners of the _demi monde_ that distinguished +the society of ten years ago has providentially died a natural death. +Now-a-days, men are sensible enough to look for _comfort_ in their +married lives. And surely the knowledge that one's future wife has a +heart as tender as it is sympathetic should, and does, go far to +arrange a man's decision of who shall be the partner of his daily life. + +I was much struck by a little incident that occurred last year, and +helped to prove the truth of this argument. I, amongst others, +belonging to a large party who were waiting at a railway station for +the train that was to carry us down to a garden party at one of the +many lovely places on the Thames, saw an old man, a decrepit creature, +bowed and palsied, making his way to where the third-class compartment +would be. His arms were full of bundles of various sizes. Coming near a +truck, the old man, who was half blind, marched against the edge of it, +and all his little bundles fell helplessly to the ground. Most of the +young people belonging to our party broke into an irresistible laugh. +They were not so much to be blamed. Youth _will_ see amusement in even +trifles, but there was one amongst us who did not laugh. The old man's +chagrin seemed to touch _her_. She went quickly forward, and as he +groped nervously for his parcels she lifted them one by one, and laid +them in his arms. She was not a strictly pretty girl, but there was +dignity and sweetness both in her face and in her action. I noticed +that a young man, one of our party, watched her intently. He was rich, +titled, one of _the_ matches of the London season. Supreme admiration +showed itself in his face. He demanded an introduction. I gave it. In +six months they were man and wife. _She_ made a good match, and so did +he, in every sense of the word. + +There is one last remark, however, and a vital one, that I must make. +No match, however distinguished either by money or position, can be +called a _good_ one unless "love," who "is a great Master," be the very +core of it. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27654.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27654.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..221d5abb1dc5920ad3f92ec6ed242da809948888 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27654.txt @@ -0,0 +1,176 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE STORY OF THE PROPHET JONAS. + +William Tyndale 1531 translation. + +Spelling has been modernized, but nothing else altered. + + +Note: +This file is the public domain version of Project Gutenberg eBook #12076 + + + + +The first Chapter. + +The word of the Lord came unto the prophet Jonas the son of +Amithai saying: rise and get thee to Ninevehh that great city and preach +unto them, how that their wickedness is come up before me. + +And Jonas made him ready to flee to Tharsis from the presence +of the Lord, and gat him down to Joppa, and found there a ship ready to +go to Tharsis, and paid his fare, and went aboard, to go with them to +Tharsis from the presence of the Lord. + +But the Lord hurled a great wind in to the sea, so that there +was a mighty tempest in the sea: insomuch that the ship was like to go +in pieces. And the mariners were afraid and cried every man unto his +god, and cast out the goods that were in the ship in to the sea, to +lighten it of them. But Jonas gat him under the hatches and laid him +down and slumbered. And the master of the ship came to him and said +unto him, why slumberest thou? up! and call unto thy god, that God may +think on us, that we perish not. + +And they said one to another, come and let us cast lots, to +know for whose cause we are thus troubled. And they cast lots. And the +lot fell upon Jonas. + +Then they said unto him, tell us for whose cause we are thus +troubled: what is thine occupation, whence comest thou, how is thy +country called, and of what nation art thou? + +And he answered them, I am an Hebrew: and the Lord God of +heaven which made both sea and dry land, I fear. Then were the men +exceedingly afraid and said unto him, why didst thou so? For they knew +that he was fled from the presence of the Lord, because he had told +them. + +Then they unto him, what shall we do unto thee, that the sea +may cease from troubling us? For the sea wrought and was troublous. And +he answered them, take me and cast me in to the sea, and so shall it +let you be in rest: for I wot, it is for my sake, that this great +tempest is come upon you. Nevertheless the men assayed with rowing to +bring the ship to land: but it would not be, because the sea so wrought +and was so troublous against them. Wherefore they cried unto the Lord +and said: O Lord let us not perish for this mans death, neither lay +innocent blood unto our charge: for thou Lord even as thy pleasure was, +so thou hast done. + +And then they took Jonas, and cast him into the sea, and the +sea left raging. And the men feared the Lord exceedingly: and +sacrificed sacrifice unto the Lord: and vowed vows. + + +The second Chapter. + +But the Lord prepared a great fish, to swallow up Jonas. And so +was Jonas in the bowels of the fish three days and three nights. And +Jonas prayed unto the Lord his God out of the bowels of the fish. + +And he said: in my tribulation I called unto the Lord, and he +answered me: out of the belly of hell I cried, and thou heardest my +voice. For thou hadst cast me down deep in the midst of the sea and the +flood compassed me about: and all thy waves and rolls of water went +over me: and I thought that I had been cast away out of thy sight. But +I will yet again look toward thy holy temple. The water compassed me +even unto the very soul of me: the deep lay about me: and the weeds +were wrapped about mine head. And I went down unto the bottom of the +hills, and was barred in with earth on every side for ever. And yet +thou Lord my God broughtest up my life again out of corruption. When my +soul fainted in me, I thought on the Lord: and my prayer came in unto +thee, even into thy holy temple. They that observe vain vanities, have +forsaken him that was merciful unto them. But I will sacrifice unto +thee with the voice of thanksgiving, and will pay that that I have +vowed, that saving cometh of the Lord. + +And the Lord spake unto the fish: and it cast out Jonas again +upon the dry land. + + +The third Chapter. + +Then came the word of the Lord unto Jonas again saying: up, and +get thee to Nineveh that great city, and preach unto them the preaching +which I bade thee. And he arose and went to Nineveh at the Lord's +commandment. Nineveh was a great city unto God, containing three days +journey. + +And Jonas went to and entered in to the city even a days +journey, and cried saying: There shall not pass forty days but Nineveh +shall be overthrown. + +And the people of Nineveh believed God, and proclaimed fasting, +and arrayed themselves in sackcloth, as well the great as the small of +them. + +And the tidings came unto the king of Nineveh, which arose out +of his seat, and did his apparel off and put on sackcloth, and sat him +down in ashes. And it was cried and commanded in Nineveh by the +authority of the king and of his lords saying: see that neither man or +beast, ox or sheep taste ought at all, and that they neither feed or +drink water. + +And they put on sackcloth both man and beast, and cried unto +God mightily, and turned every man his wicked way, and from doing wrong +in which they were accustomed, saying: who can tell whether God will +turn and repent, and cease from his fierce wrath, that we perish not? +And when God saw their works, how they turned from their wicked ways, +he repented of the evil which he said he would do unto them, and did it +not. + + +The fourth Chapter. + +Wherefore Jonas was sore discontent and angry. And he prayed +unto the Lord and said: O Lord, was not this my saying when I was yet +in my country? And therefore I hasted rather to flee to Tharsis: for I +knew well enough that thou wast a merciful god, full of compassion, +long ere thou be angry and of great mercy and repentest when thou art +come to take punishment. Now therefore take my life from me, for I had +lever die than live. And the Lord said unto Jonas, art thou so angry? + +And Jonas gat him out of the city and sat him down on the east +side thereof, and made him there a booth and sat thereunder in the +shadow, till he might see what should chance unto the city. + +And the Lord prepared as it were a wild vine which sprang up +over Jonas, that he might have shadow over his head, to deliver him out +of his pain. And Jonas was exceeding glad of the wild vine. + +And the Lord ordained a worm against the spring of the morrow +morning which smote the wild vine that it withered away. And as soon +as the sun was up, God prepared a fervent east wind: so that the sun +beat over the head of Jonas, that he fainted again and wished unto his +soul that he might die, and said, it is better for me to die than to +live. + +And God said unto Jonas, art thou so angry for thy wild vine? +And he said, I am angry a good, even on to the death. And the Lord +said, thou hast compassion on a wild vine, whereon thou bestowedest no +labour nor made it grow, which sprang up in one night and perished in +another: and should not I have compassion on Nineveh that great city, +wherein there is a multitude of people, even above an hundred thousand +that know not their right hand from the left, besides much cattle? + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story Of The Prophet Jonas, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27727.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27727.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8269c3edef95d4403275662f2a34c751d244c094 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27727.txt @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +A SOUVENIR OF SAN FRANCISCO BAY + + +Within the Golden Gate + + +BY + +LAURA YOUNG PINNEY + + +ILLUSTRATED BY ELLA N. PIERCE + + + SAN FRANCISCO: + FROM THE PRESS OF THE SAN FRANCISCO PRINTING COMPANY + 411 MARKET STREET + 1893 + + +Copyright 1893, by L. Y. PINNEY AND E. N. PIERCE + + HALF TONE ENGRAVINGS + BY UNION PHOTO-ENGRAVING CO. + + + + + [Illustration] + + AUTUMNAL skies were fair, and blue, + And soft and mild the morning breeze; + With sails unfurled--a joyous crew-- + We sought Pacific's tranquil seas, + And entered there, a gate that stands, + Unbarred to ships of many lands. + + And as we passed its portal grand, + Our hearts were glad, our spirits light, + And we rejoiced, and eager scanned + The scenes that came before our sight. + Near Alcatraz, an island bold, + We paused to hear this story told: + + + + + [Illustration] + + GRIM Alcatraz! Thou sentinel + That watch hath kept, thro' ages past, + Over this shining way to sea, + O where's the ship, with towering mast, + That bore my loved one far from me? + + Thou sentry, with thy guarded wall, + Thou saw'st him pass and sail away, + To thread the trackless, distant sea. + Where rides the good "St. George" to-day. + That brings not back my love to me? + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Care'st thou, that some, who pass thee by, + In morning time, with laugh and song, + With evening shades, return no more, + Tho' sad ones count the hours so long, + And lone ones wait upon the shore? + + + + + THE singer in a little boat, + Whose snowy sail gleamed in the sun, + Paused there, until the last fond note + Was sung, then swiftly sped away, + Like some sweet bird whose plaintive cry + Ere pity wakes, hath soared on high. + + Our eyes then sought, thro' changing light, + A distant mount's majestic form, + 'Twas Tamalpais, whose lofty height, + Doth rise above the fog and storm; + While, neath its brow fair valleys bloom, + Untouched by frost or winter's gloom. + + + + + FAR up the slopes of Tamalpais, + Within a shady nook, + Was born a dainty brook. + + At birth of this new silvery stream + The buds and blossoms smiled, + And kissed the restless child, + + As forth it went with merry song, + Upon a winding way, + That thro' a sweet vale lay; + + And, as it went, it stronger grew, + Until, o'er rock and fall, + It dashed, unheeding all. + + Upon the banks of this wild brook, + Clothed, all in richest green, + And with majestic mien, + + [Illustration] + + Arose the lofty redwood trees, + Whose fragrant, leafy shade, + Sweet trysting-places made + + For ferns, and flowers, and mosses rare; + And time hath been. I ween, + When this sweet, mountain stream + + Hath paused to start, with whirring sound + The wheel of yon old mill + Now pulseless grown, and still + + + + + THE sweet brook-song was scarcely o'er, + When on our ears fell murmuring sounds + Of life upon another shore; + On speeds our bark with quickening bounds + Until, among the ships, we lay + Beside a city on the bay. + + + + + [Illustration] + + LIKE some pure thought, by unknown lips let fall, + Which grows, and bears abroad, rich truths for all, + So fell a seed by Yerba Buena cove, + And, like a giant young, who smiling lies, + Nor heeds the dormant powers, so soon to rise-- + So lay this seed--a village fair-- + + A score of years, then forth a city came, + And cast aside its quaint old Spanish name + For San Francisco, Western Queen! + And, like the saint whose name it proudly boasts, + A friend to all who come within its posts-- + This city with a gate of gold. + + [Illustration] + + When dust-stained, "desert ships" came halting in, + Her gates swung wide, and friendly welcome gave + Those sun-kissed valiant pioneers. + + [Illustration] + + While ocean ships, wind-tossed around Cape Horn, + Oft refuge found within her harbor calm, + Protected by her queenly grace. + + + + + [Illustration] + + AN isle with rugged, rock-bound shore + Along our glittering pathway lay-- + A lonely isle, whose bare coast bore + No trace of gentle spring, that day. + + A cot upon a brown hill there, + A path that to a lighthouse led; + These simple scenes, a picture fair + With pleasing dreams, our fancy fed, + + We seemed to see that gleaming ray + Pierce far away the midnight gloom, + In fancy too across the bay + We heard the fog-horn's warning tone + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Wake echoes from the cliffs so bare + While mariner, with listening ear + The warning heard, and steered with care + His ship past rocks that frowned near. + + + + + THE vision passed as glides a star; + Our ship, meanwhile, went on its way + Past busy wharf, past reef and bar, + Until she neared a marsh that lay + Low-curving, with its sandy beach, + Or weeds that to the waters reach. + + + + + [Illustration] + + 'TWAS dull and gray, the marsh that lay + Out-stretched afar--a dreary waste + Of tide lands low, where ebb and flow + The waters, that with reckless haste + + Have crept inland, and silent stand + In reedy pools, or tiny lakes. + There skimming low, now swift, now slow, + The sea-bird pauses oft and takes + + A plunge among the luckless throng + That here have found a quiet home; + Or rising there, in lofty air, + A snowy speck in sunlight shone. + + [Illustration] + + But just beyond, the marsh's bound + A city 'mongst fair groves we traced + Here factory tall, and cottage small + Each to the picture lent its grace + + [Illustration] + + Enchanting view! Thy charms they woo + To Alameda's fair retreat + And bid us wait within her gate + Her hidden glories there to greet. + + + + + [Illustration] + + NEXT near a shore whose wooded hills + Touched, far away, the eastern sky, + We paused to hear the gladsome trills + Of land birds' songs as, fitting by, + They sought their mates among the trees, + And joined their notes with whispering breeze. + + We listened then, with rapt delight-- + This time a tale of classic lore + Our captain chose, with lofty flight; + And far from that low-curving shore + He took us, with that pleasing tale, + Through leafy woods, o'er hill and vale. + + + + + AT birth of this fair city, 'mid + These ancient liveoak trees, + Athena, goddess fair, 'tis said, + With her attendants came, + And brought to it a name. + + [Illustration] + + "Thou'rt Oakland," said the winsome queen; + "A city proud thou'lt be! + Thy beauteous lake, thy hills so green, + Thy slopes that rise and fall, + I crown, and bless them all. + + While water pure, from mountain spring + Shall make thy gardens smile + And busy bees their sweets will bring + From these rich blossoming fields + That thine abundance yields. + + Thy schools, thy colleges and halls + Far-famed shall be on earth; + The temples of Right within thy walls + Shall flourish; and fair Truth + Be prized by all thy youth." + + + + + [Illustration] + + THE captain paused, and raised his hand + "See yonder halls, that, tower-crowned + Arise amid the forest grand, + 'Tis California's college ground + And here her youth of every class + May come and thro' those portals pass." + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Fair Berkeley! nestling 'neath the hills + Beside a calm and sparkling bay, + We loitered long beside its rills, + In flowery paths, that led away + To shady nooks, where might be seen + Fair bowers--fit shrines for wisdom's queen. + + [Illustration] + + From classic halls we turned away + To gaze upon a poet's home; + 'Twas near the close of that bright day, + And golden sunlight on it shone; + Perfume of flowers, and birds' songs low + A witching spell about us throw. + + [Illustration] + + And "Songs of the Sierras" there, + With new sweet charms fell on the ear; + Those rhythmic notes came softer where + The singer's presence was so near-- + Again, we seemed to hear him say, + As light our boat rocked on the bay: + + [Illustration] + + "For surely godland lies not far + From these Greek heights and this great sea; + My friend, my lover trend this way, + Not far along lies Arcady."--_Joaquin Miller._ + + [Illustration] + + And when the sun went down, outside + The Golden Gate, we followed, too, + And sought again the ocean wide, + The while the scenes that charmed our view + Were 'graven on our hearts for aye, + Sweet visions of an autumn day! + + And though our bark in other climes + May loose again its snowy sail, + Our hearts with joy will oftentimes + These isles, these shores, this mount and vale + Recall, and bless that kindly fate + That led _Within the Golden Gate_. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27735.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27735.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8c513c56869720bdf4d5120449f94844e467266d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27735.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Sam W. and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + + + + + In the + Great Steep's + Garden + + + [Decoration] + + + Poems by Elizabeth Madox Roberts + + Pictures by Kenneth Hartley + + + + +[Illustration: {A mountain scene}] + + +The Hill People. + + Their steps are light and exceedingly fleet: + They pass me by in the hurrying street. + + I pause to look at a window's show-- + From the white-flecked alp the hill winds blow-- + + And all at once it has passed me there, + Lilting back to the land of the air, + + Back to the land of the great white stills: + Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills? + + * * * * * + + Was it Pikes Peak Pixie or Cheyenne Shee + That whispered a gay little rhyme to me? + + Or a gnome that lives in the heart of a stone + And dances at dawn around Cameron's Cone? + + Did the haunting laugh of the Maid of the Corn, + An Aztec memory trill on the morn? + + Or soft did the Navajo Shell-Woman speak + As she passed with a hymn for the great white peak? + + * * * * * + + They touch me light with their finger tips + And lay little snatches of song on my lips, + + And swift I am gone where the hill-streams flow, + Where the pit-lark soars and the gentians blow. + + The tapers of blossoms flame under the tree + And the pilgrim road unfolds for me, + + Lifting away where the hill-folk keep + The gardens and cloisters and shrines of the Steep. + + * * * * * + + In charmed ways my feet are set: + By what fair host is the palmer met + + And borne away to the great white stills? + Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills? + + + + +[Illustration: Colorado Columbine] + + +Columbine in the Hills. + + A carnival gladdens the hills in June, + And Columbine waltzes a gypsy tune; + Or deep in the pleasance, happily met, + She whirls with a gay little pirouette, + Where the long trees lean in a twilight trance, + Dreaming her over the seas to France. + + Or quiet under the aspen's shade, + Misty-eyed little pensive maid, + Musing under the Great Steep's tree, + Is it for Pierrot?--where is he? + + A flutter of petticoats, buff and blue, + Sashes and streamers and holiday tire, + Columbine trips her a measure for you, + Gayest heart of the waltzing choir. + Under the pines I saw her dance, + Lilting a gay little tune of France. + + + + +[Illustration: Small-leaved Saxifrage] + + +Saxifrage. + + The wide, wide sky was a crystal clear, + A great blue dome that quivered near. + + And oh, the white-flowered miracle grown + Out of the broad gray breast of a stone! + + Little plant, did you guess that when I heard + You whisper your one sweet rune-telling word, + + Straight into the crystal I could see, + And the Heart of the Sky leaned down to me? + + + + +[Illustration: Alpine Forget-me-not] + + +Alpine Forget-Me-Not. + + Before earth's dawn hour thought to wane, + Where Paradise leaned over Iran's plain, + A man god looked from his templed fane + On a maiden wondrously fair: + He saw her first in the Cashmere's danks, + Singing at dawn by a river's banks, + Where the long grass leaned to her, ranks on ranks, + Forget-me-nots twined in her hair. + + O night of sorrow in Cashmere's fen-- + For a god may not wed with a maid of men-- + Driven in wrath was the man god then + From the genii's holy mirth, + Till the river-maid's hand shall scatter and pour + The seeds of the little blue flowers she wore, + From the happy lintels of heaven's own door + To the uttermost ends of the earth. + + The Great Steep's Garden is musked and fair: + Araby-sweet is the spice on the air: + Ah, softly tread, have gentle care, + Love's handmaid has passed this way. + Did the long miles fret or the red suns beat? + Did the great stones tear at her little white feet? + Did the storm winds harry with stinging sleet, + Or the mad seas bid her stay? + + Ah, Allah is great; but Love is great + When the woman-heart needs make atoning and wait: + She has led him back to the crystal gate,-- + Together they entered there. + The Great Steep's Garden is musked today: + The spices of Araby over it lay, + For Love's handmaiden has passed this way, + Forget-me-nots tressed in her hair. + + + + +[Illustration: Indian Paint Brush] + + +Indian Paint Brush. + + Brave bold warrior, standing afar + On the summit place where the wind-torn pine + At the battle front of the timberline + Knows never an end of the harrowing war + Of Life on Death!--and there arrayed + In the trappings of battle and unafraid, + Painted and feathered in hostile design, + Indian chief on the marching line! + + + + +[Illustration: Arctic Gentian] + + +Arctic Gentian. + + Beyond the reach of the timberline, + The long trail lifting, lifting, + Past wizened gardens of low gaunt pine, + Crouching out of the great storm's path: + The last tree flees from the arctic wrath, + But on is the white trail lifting. + + Cities and rivers and fields beseem + A fantasy, fading, fading, + Lost away in the myth of a dream: + And the wide land reaches beyond our eyes, + A Navajo carpet of strange soft dyes: + Patterned with cities the great web lies, + Woven with fantasies, fading. + + Rolls in the tide and the cloud waves toss, + The reach of the long land merging: + Where the still white surges part and cross + The quivering vistas seem to be + Of a lost land under the waves of a sea. + O summit flower, what strange waves toss + Below in the long, long surging! + + + + +[Illustration: Alpine Primrose] + + +Alpine Primrose. + + Happy Heart coming home from the far, far hills, + How the primrose flamed in the arctic chills! + And you heard the flutes of the summit birds: + You will keep forever their sky-lost words, + Happy Heart coming home from the hills. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +The handwritten image captions were, in some cases, very difficult to +make out. Following are transcriptions, with [notes] where there was +any doubt about content. + + Colorado Columbine (1/2 actual size) + Aquilegia coerulea + Cather Springs, June 27 + + Small-leaved Saxifrage (1/3 actual size) + Saxifraga parvifolia + Pikes Peak, Aug. 15. 9300 ft. Altitude + + Alpine Forget-me-not (natural size) + Mertensia alpina + Pikes Peak, 12,500 ft. altitude + + Indian Paint Brush (natural size) + [rest of caption unreadable, possibly Castilleja pruinosa] + + Arctic Gentian (natural size) + [unreadable] + Pikes Peak + + Alpine Primrose + [rest of caption unreadable] + +The first illustration had no caption; the one here in {braces} has +been added for descriptive purposes. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27832.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27832.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a5af4b0f139aef34a536db7d5185ad4d14864b41 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg27832.txt @@ -0,0 +1,609 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Meredith Bach, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +[Illustration: THE ROYALTY +OF RADIO AND TELEVISION + +A New World of Entertainment + +TELEVISION RECEIVER + +ZENITH(R) + +OPERATING MANUAL + +WARRANTY REGISTRATION CARD + +CAUTION: DEALER DO NOT REMOVE + +This Booklet Contains Customer's Registration Card and Serial Number] + + + + +Warranty + + +Zenith Radio Corporation warrants the parts, transistors, and tubes +(including television picture tubes) in any Zenith black and white +television receiver or Zenith black and white television combination +receiver to be free from defects in material arising from normal usage. +Its obligation under this warranty is limited to replacing, or at its +option repairing any such parts or transistors or tubes of the receiver +which, after regular installation and under normal usage and service, +shall be returned within ninety (90) days (one year in case of +television picture tubes only) from the date of original consumer +purchase of the receiver to the authorized dealer from whom the purchase +was made and which shall be found to have been thus defective in +accordance with the policies established by Zenith Radio Corporation. + +The obligation of Zenith Radio Corporation does not include either the +making or the furnishing of any labor in connection with the +installation of such repaired or replacement parts, transistors or tubes +nor does it include responsibility for any transportation expense. + +Zenith Radio Corporation assumes no liability for failure to perform or +delay in performing its obligations with respect to the above warranty +if such failure or delay results, directly or indirectly, from any cause +beyond its control including but not limited to acts of God, acts of +government, floods, fires, shortage of materials, and labor and/or +transportation difficulties. + + +CONDITIONS AND EXCLUSIONS + +This warranty is expressly in lieu of all other agreements and +warranties, expressed or implied, and Zenith Radio Corporation does not +authorize any person to assume for it the obligations contained in this +warranty and neither assumes nor authorizes any representative or other +person to assume for it any other liability in connection with such +Zenith television receiver or parts or tubes or transistors thereof. + +The warranty herein extends only to the original consumer purchaser and +is not assignable or transferable and shall not apply to any receiver or +parts or transistors or tubes thereof which have been repaired or +replaced by anyone else other than an authorized Zenith dealer, service +contractor or distributor, or which have been subject to alteration, +misuse, negligence or accident, or to the parts or tubes or transistors +of any receiver which have had the serial number or name altered, +defaced or removed. + +=Zenith Radio Corporation is under no obligation to extend this warranty +to any receiver for which a Zenith warranty registration card has not +been completed and mailed to the Corporation within fifteen (15) days +after date of delivery.= + + ZENITH RADIO CORPORATION CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 60639 + + + + +=NOTE:= UHF information in this book applies to models equipped for +VHF-UHF reception. + + +General Notes + + 1. Place receiver where no bright light will fall on the screen or + in the eyes of the viewers. + + 2. Viewers should not be seated closer than a distance of 5 ft. + from the screen for maximum comfort. + + 3. Place where unimpeded cabinet ventilation is allowed. If + receiver is to be placed along a wall allow several inches between + wall and cabinet back. This is important for proper ventilation. + + +WARNING, HIGH VOLTAGE + +It is recommended that only your authorized Zenith television technician +make repairs or adjustments inside the receiver. A severe shock can +result from tampering. + + +POWER SUPPLY + +Do not attempt to operate on DC or line supplies of other voltages or +frequency ratings than those stated on the cabinet back. + + +CABINET STAINS + +To preserve the finish on your Zenith Television cabinet, instruments or +ornaments with rubber feet should not be placed on it. The chemicals in +the rubber feet have a tendency to leave a stain. + + +PICTURE GLASS + +Your Zenith is equipped with the new sealed picture glass and tube. +Simply clean it from the front of the set when necessary. + +Use lukewarm water and a mild soap solution. Carefully wipe dry with a +clean, damp chamois cloth. + + + + +Controls + + +PULL-PUSH ON-OFF SWITCH--VOLUME CONTROL + +To turn receiver ON, pull knob outward. To turn receiver OFF, push knob +inward. Clockwise rotation of the knob increases the volume, +counterclockwise rotation diminishes the volume. + +Allow the receiver to warm up for about 1 minute before you wish to use +it. + +=CHANNEL SELECTOR (VHF)= + +Turn knob to channel desired. + +=PERMA-SET TUNING CONTROL (VHF) NOTE:= Your Zenith has the new Perma-set +tuning control. + +Each channel has been correctly set at the factory for best picture and +sound. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 1--CONTROLS + +Note: Open panel door at front of +cabinet for access to controls + +TONE +CONTROL + +HORIZONTAL +HOLD + +VERTICAL +HOLD + +(SOME MODELS) +PEAK +PICTURE + +BRIGHTNESS + +CONTRAST] + + +[Illustration: VHF CHANNEL +SELECTOR + +VHF PERMA-SET +TUNING KNOB + +VHF CHANNEL +INDICATOR + +CHANNEL NUMBERS ILLUMINATED +(SOME MODELS)] + + +[Illustration: UHF CHANNEL +INDICATOR + +UHF FINE +TUNING KNOB + +UHF CHANNEL +TUNING CONTROL + +PULL-PUSH +ON-OFF SWITCH and +VOLUME CONTROL + +=NOTE:= Knob Style Varies With Models] + + +However, should the settings become mis-adjusted, it is a simple matter +to adjust them as follows: + + 1. Turn the VHF channel selector knob to the channel number + desired. + + 2. Turn VHF perma-set tuning knob until there is no picture. + + 3. Then turn perma-set tuning knob back slowly for best picture and + sound. + + 4. Repeat for each channel to be set. + + +TONE CONTROL + +Your Zenith is equipped with a tone control which enables you to +personally select tonal values of unmatched richness and fidelity. The +high tonal register and the "bass" or low frequencies are emphasized by +turning the tone control knob. Set knob to the position most pleasing to +your ear. + + +UHF TUNING + +First, turn VHF CHANNEL SELECTOR to "UHF" Position. Turn UHF Channel +Tuning Control for desired UHF Channel. Then carefully turn UHF Fine +Tuning knob for best picture and sound. + +Disregard channel numbers 12 and 13 if they appear in the UHF indicator +dial of your unit. These are VHF channels to be tuned in with the VHF +selector. + + +PEAK PICTURE (SOME MODELS) + +Set this control for best picture crispness in your location. The +strength of the signal being received and your personal preference for +picture detail will determine the optimum setting. + + +SERVICE + +Your new Zenith television receiver is engineered for dependable long +life service but like any mechanical or electrical instrument, it will +occasionally require maintenance. For service consult your Zenith dealer +or refer to the organization that installed your instrument. (See +warranty.) + + + + +Picture Adjustments + + +BRIGHTNESS + +Rotate clockwise to increase the brightness; counterclockwise reduces +the brightness. It is to be used in conjunction with the contrast +control since its movement will also have an effect on picture contrast. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2] + +=NOTE:= The brightness control setting for the picture shown in Figure 2 +is set too high. Set the control below this level. + + +CONTRAST + +Adjust the picture for best distinction between the black and white +shading. Your own vision is the best judge in setting this control +properly. + +[Illustration: FIG. 3] + +=NOTE:= The contrast control setting for the picture shown in Figure 3 is +set too high. Set the control below this level. + + +HORIZONTAL HOLD CONTROL + +If the picture appears to have a tendency to move across the screen, or +if it assumes a broken streaked appearance, as indicated in Figure 4, it +should be readjusted to a point where the pictures remain locked in +properly on all channels. + +[Illustration: FIG. 4] + + +VERTICAL HOLD CONTROL + +This control is used in correcting for vertical movement, or rolling up +or down. Set control to lock picture. (Fig. 5) + +[Illustration: FIG. 5] + + + + +Interference + + +The most effective means of reducing interference to a minimum has been +built into your Zenith Television receiver. Occasionally however, the +picture may be affected by electrical interference or reflections. + + +AUTO IGNITION AND APPLIANCES + +Automobile ignition, electrical appliances, etc., cause a speckled +streaked appearing picture as shown. This condition is most noticeable +in weak signal areas. (Fig. 6.) + +[Illustration: FIG. 6] + + +DIATHERMY + +Diathermy produces a distinctive herringbone pattern and one or two +horizontal bands across the face of the picture. (Fig. 7). It can +sometimes be reduced or eliminated by the insertion of a filter trap at +the antenna terminals. + +[Illustration: FIG. 7] + + +R.F. INTERFERENCE + +Radio signals by a neighboring commercial, amateur or police station may +cause interference in the form of moving ripples or diagonal streaks. +Television or FM receivers operating near your receiver, can also be the +reason for this reaction. (Fig. 8.) + +[Illustration: FIG. 8] + +The insertion of a filter trap at the antenna terminals of the TV +receiver will sometimes eliminate or reduce this type of interference. + + + + +Antenna Connections + + +[Illustration: FIG. 9--ANTENNA CONNECTIONS AT CABINET BACK + +FIGURE 9. NOTES: + +1. FOR POSSIBLE BETTER PERFORMANCE +CONNECT ADDITIONAL WIRE TO REMAINING +ANTENNA TERMINAL + +2. TACK OR TWIST END OF WIRE TO CONVENIENT +POINT UP AND AWAY FROM +TV CHASSIS (VARY POSITION FOR BEST +RECEPTION.) + +ADDITIONAL 10 FT LENGTH WIRE +APPROX. + +TV RECEIVER] + + +An outdoor type antenna is recommended for best reception. If such +installation is impossible, different type indoor antenna may be used. +Quality of reception also depends upon local signal conditions. + +Some models are equipped with a di-pole or mono-pole antenna mounted at +the cabinet back. To use this antenna, raise and extend rods. Vary the +length and position of the rods or rod for best picture and sound. + +Under favorable receiving conditions, satisfactory reception may be +obtained with a 10 ft. length of antenna wire. (Supplied with some +models). Stretch out wire for best reception. + +When using a regular outside antenna, disconnect the inside antenna +leads from the antenna terminal screws. Connect the antenna transmission +line to both of these terminal screws. + + +THE PROOF OF ZENITH ANTENNA SUPERIORITY IS IN THE PICTURE. + +Zenith TV antennas are designed and constructed to provide you maximum +service and superior performance. Contact your Zenith dealer for the one +that will provide you with the best picture quality. + + +DIPLEXER + +(SEE PAGE 8) + +When using a combination VHF-UHF antenna system with a single +transmission line it is necessary to have an additional diplexer at the +receiver. + +Make the transmission line lengths from the diplexer to the VHF and UHF +antenna post terminals on the receiver as short as possible. See your +Zenith dealer for additional information. + + +OSCILLATOR ADJUSTMENTS (VHF) + +=NOTE:= _The VHF perma-set tuning control on the tuner is also the VHF +channel oscillator adjustment._ No additional oscillator adjustments are +incorporated. Therefore, should re-tuning of a VHF TV channel be +required, select the channel and then manually turn the tuning knob for +best picture and sound. Each individual VHF channel is tuned in this +manner. + + + + +Phonevision + + +A three-year commercial trial of Zenith's Phonevision[A] systems of +over-the-air subscription television has been in progress for the +Hartford, Connecticut area since June 29, 1962. + +Authorized by the Federal Communications Commission, the trial has made +it possible, for the first time, for about 5000 American TV homes to +enjoy the convenience and economy of viewing top flight box-office +entertainment and other features broadcast to their home receivers. +Features at prices for the entire family no greater than a single +admission at the theatre, stadium or concert hall. The Hartford test has +already furnished factual information, rather than speculation, +concerning this brand new television service. On the basis of this +factual information, the F.C.C. has been requested to authorize +nationwide operation. If the F.C.C. is persuaded by the results of the +trial that subscription television is in the public interest and should +be authorized nationally, then every home could have its own "television +theatre" with the world's greatest and most costly entertainment offered +for an admission well below the cost of witnessing these same events +outside the home. With such premium-type programs added to entertainment +now available from sponsored television, the home viewer would be able +to obtain the ultimate of everything he wants to see on his own TV +screen. + + +[A] Reg. U.S. Pat. Off. + + +FUSE REPLACEMENT + +Remove cabinet back for access to main chassis fuse if it ever becomes +necessary to replace it. + + + + +INSTALLATION INSTRUCTIONS FOR S-23427 ZENITH DIPLEXER + + +The diplexer is designed for use with a combined VHF-UHF antenna system +incorporating a single transmission line. Figures A, B, C, and D show +diplexer installed on various chassis models. UHF reception should be +tried with and without the inductance wire to obtain the best overall +results. Disconnect leads from previous antenna system. Install diplexer +assembly in manner most suitable to TV chassis model. + +NOTE: Always connect the diplexer assembly with coil terminal to VHF +antenna terminal. + + +[Illustration: FIG. A +VHF ANTENNA TERMINALS +ON TUNER + +CONNECT TRANSMISSION LINE +FROM COMBINED VHF-UHF +ANTENNA SYSTEM TO THESE +TERMINALS + +UHF ANTENNA TERMINALS +NOTE TO INSTALL DIPLEXER DISCONNECT +CABINET ANTENNA LEADS] + + +[Illustration: Fig. B + +VHF + +TO VHF TUNER + +NEW TERMINALS FOR COMBINATION +VHF-UHF ANTENNA SYSTEM + +1 SNAP TERMINAL CUPS INTO HOLES LOCATED +TO THE RIGHT OF VHF TERMINALS + +2 INSTALL DIPLEXER ASSEMBLY AS SHOWN + +3 CONNECT 300 OHM TRANSMISSION LINE (SUPPLIED WITH KIT) +BETWEEN TERMINALS AS SHOWN + +UHF + +CONTINUOUS +TUNER TERMINALS + +4 IF NECESSARY CONNECT UHF INDUCTANCE +WIRE (SUPPLIED WITH KIT) AS SHOWN + +NOTE DISCONNECT PREVIOUS ANTENNA LEADS FROM VHF TERMINALS. + +DO NOT REMOVE LEADS FROM VHF TUNER TO ANTENNA TERMINALS.] + + +[Illustration: Fig. C + +TO ANTENNA TERMINALS +ON UHF TUNER + +TO ANTENNA + +INDUCTANCE WIRE + +TO ANTENNA TERMINALS +ON VHF TUNER] + + +[Illustration: Fig D. + +BEND DIPLEXER LUGS AND MOUNT AS SHOWN + +NOTE: DO NOT ALLOW DIPLEXER TERMINALS +TO SHORT AGAINST CABINET BACK + +SOLDER LEADS & CONNECT +TO UHF TERMINALS + +CONNECT +300 OHM + +UHF + +NEW TERMINALS FOR COMBINATION +VHF-UHF ANTENNA SYSTEM + +VHF ANTENNA TERMINALS ON TV SET] + + + + +WHEN YOU MAIL THE REGISTRATION CARD BELOW THE WARRANTY ON YOUR + +ZENITH(R) + +TELEVISION RECEIVER BECOMES EFFECTIVE + + 6711332 + X2 317W + INST. 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A. BAUMAN, + Quincy, Illinois. + +July, 1921. + + + + +Looked at From a Practical Standpoint + +It is the young man and young woman of to-day, with a practical +education, who will adorn our best homes of the future. + +It is the manager and the financier who is the practical one. + +It is the young man with good habits who has a bank account, who shows +evidence of becoming a financier. + +It is the young woman who trains herself with the duties of home-work, +that will become a manager. + +It is the observing, the prudent, who will be the practical one. + +The majority of our young friends of to-day are beginning at the wrong +end. Instead of beginning at the bottom and training themselves for +the future, thereby making accumulations by steadily and patiently +adhering to one principle, never deviating truthfully and honestly from +the one purpose, and in addition establishing a good character, they +begin, as it were, at the top, with ideas that are only acquired by +lack of proper training, and in course of time find themselves where +they should have begun years before. + +What a young man neglects before his thirtieth birthday, he can never +redeem. + +It is the early dollar saved that is the valuable one in later years, +and the earlier one begins, the sooner he will have a financial +standing. + +The dollar judiciously invested at the age of twenty, will have +accumulated at the age of sixty, about sixteen dollars, whereas the +dollar invested in like manner at the age of thirty will have +accumulated at the age of sixty only about eight dollars. + +The most important thing to be attained, while striving for true and +successful aspirations, will be an established record, which is worth +far more than wealth. A young man with a record is a graduate of +practical training and is sought for everywhere. There is plenty of +room at the top. The demand is growing, even in these stringent times. + +These self-made young men and young women are not as a rule among our +so-called society people. Society encourages extravagance and +dissipation, and that means ruin, more or less, sooner or later, +morally, physically and financially. + +When a young couple start out in life together and they do really love +each other sincerely, there is one other thing, next to good health, +that is necessary in carrying responsibilities for a continuously happy +life, and that is good financiering. Without that quality, love will +soon fade away and disagreements follow. + +What causes so many divorce suits? Bad financiering. Some of bur best +and brightest citizens are among our most inefficient managers, and +consequently have difficulties to battle with during life. + +Therefore good management and saving qualities, together with good +character, are the essential points to be observed by young men and +women, equally well by husband and wife, in order to maintain +prosperity and contentment. + + +November, 1893. + + + + +Financiering + +It is a question not so important how to save, as how to promote the +growth of your savings. + +It is sometimes an easy matter to know how to make money, but knowing +how to keep it and especially how to place it where it will earn the +most, consistent with its safe keeping, is a matter that needs careful +consideration. + +How many a hard-earned dollar finds its way into some visionary scheme; +is invested in some fictitious, widely advertised enterprise, with +agents on every hand offering glaring profits. + +Beware of such financiering. Did you ever hear any of our old +successful financiers diverting their idle surplus into those +investments where almost unlimited profits are assured? + +The successful accumulator is not willing to take such chances. They +look too flattering. + +You cannot and should not expect something for nothing. Seek the best, +and if it sometimes appears costly, it will always prove cheapest in +the end. + +The really judicious investor does not expect the highest rate of +interest, as he is aiming to get gilt-edged securities. Securities +with the largest margins are naturally entitled to consideration and a +lower rate. + +The savings bank should only be the primary department in accumulating. + +The moment a savings account has grown to a sufficient proportion, the +prudent one will seek a larger field in order to reap the benefit of a +more profitable and safer investment. + +But then the question will arise: "What is the course to pursue for one +not having had previous experience in such conservative precautions?" + +As the specialist makes a specialty of a certain kind of practice, so +does the expert investor make a specialty of placing money on certain +kinds of securities, and as confidence is the most important factor in +this commercial world, careful inquiry and investigation as to the +reputation and method of such a specialist, should prove relief to this +would-be investor of all anxiety and worry in placing his idle money to +the best advantage. + +Think prudently, act judiciously, place your confidence accordingly, +and your success financially will be assured. + + +November, 1894. + + + + +Common Sense + +Common sense is the only true promoter of mankind and yet how few of +our present generation strive to obtain the knowledge. + +Our boys and girls may have had their proper beginning at school, in +due time successfully passed the usual graduation exercises, and some +more may have received a costly course at college, yet those having +been deprived of the most important instruction stand before the world +as helpless as in their beginning. + +To learn to work is the foundation in constructing the knowledge of +common sense. + +Knowing how to work and especially with those who were taught to do it +with pleasure, never faltering nor complaining, simply accomplishing +their daily task in a systematic manner will succeed. + +A successful school or college training should only be considered as a +sharpened tool to be better equipped in applying this common sense. + +At home is the place where the child should be taught to do little +things and as it grows older and while attending school, the importance +of accomplishing bigger things should be impressed from time to time. + +Every parent who neglects to teach his child to work is robbing it of +its birthright. + +There should be time for work and time for play, but as the former is +usually out of the question, that very moment our should-be-home +instructors are guilty of moral crime. + +Work strengthens the body as well as the mind and a useful exercise +should be the most preferable one. + +If you wish to rear a good boy, teach him how to work. + +If you wish your son to become an ideal young man, preach to him that +the most valuable time lost, is, when he is neglecting to build up his +storage of common sense. + +Plod along quietly, but with determination. Promotion will surely +follow. + +We are none of us perfect; try to do right as nearly as you possibly +can and you will profit. To neglect means disappointments. + +If you wish to bring up a good girl, teach her to be useful. + +If you wish to be the possessor of a model daughter, teach her the +value of work; all other accomplishments should be subordinate issues, +but are very commendable features if connected with common sense ideas. + +Common sense should be the first principle in the make-up of a young +woman, and it is only obtained while learning the rudiments and duties +to manage a home; and a home of contentment is only where such a +supreme being, commonly called wife, predominates. + +Teach your daughters to be deserving, have them learn to appreciate, to +be sincere and you will encourage a better class of young men. + +Let them grow up in idleness, teach them to despise labor, let them +depend upon someone for a continuously happy time, and you will +cultivate the good-for-nothing young man. + +Do not let them expect to marry a worthy man unless they show +themselves to be worthy. The laws of nature will not permit otherwise. + +Honor the man of toil. To snub him shows ignorance and bad breeding. + +Neither good looks nor fortune should figure as a drawing card. +Nothing but virtues embodied in the knowledge of common sense will +conquer. + + Virtue prevails + Where beauty fails. + + +Nor will riches easily won maintain comforts and satisfaction which +only true merit will reward. + +To be occupied encourages health and thrift; with +self-denial--self-respect and happiness. + +To be idle invites ills of many kinds; it breeds discontent, engenders +poverty and brings misery--and as the wheels of commerce are +continuously turning around, the rich becoming poor and the poor +becoming rich, the importance of acquiring the knowledge of common +sense should not be so woefully neglected. + +Try not to accumulate wealth, but exert your talents in promoting your +children to become self-reliant and you will have endowed a legacy +which means more than untold fortunes to them, a consolation to the +parent and a blessing to the community at large. + +The poorest boys and girls in the world are those not taught to work. + +[Illustration: signature of G. A. Bauman] + +October, 1897. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28076.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28076.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ed041703b6ecb49bca6f16ae24fec544c8c9171b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28076.txt @@ -0,0 +1,835 @@ + + + + + +ORIGINAL SHORT STORIES, COMPLETE + + +by Guy de Maupassant + +Translated by: + +ALBERT M. C. McMASTER, B.A. + +A. E. HENDERSON, B.A. + +MME. QUESADA and Others + + + + +Editor's Note: Please see the html version for active links +to all of the files below. DW. + + + + +VOLUME I. + + +GUY DE MAUPASSANT--A STUDY BY POL. NEVEUX + +BOULE DE SUIF + +TWO FRIENDS + +THE LANCER'S WIFE + +THE PRISONERS + +TWO LITTLE SOLDIERS + +FATHER MILON + +A COUP D'ETAT + +LIEUTENANT LARE'S MARRIAGE + +THE HORRIBLE + +MADAME PARISSE + +MADEMOISELLE FIFI + +A DUEL + + + + +VOLUME II. + +THE COLONEL'S IDEAS + +MOTHER SAUVAGE + +EPIPHANY + +THE MUSTACHE + +MADAME BAPTISTE + +THE QUESTION OF LATIN + +A MEETING + +THE BLIND MAN + +INDISCRETION + +A FAMILY AFFAIR + +BESIDE SCHOPENHAUER'S CORPSE + + + + +VOLUME III. + +MISS HARRIET + +LITTLE LOUISE ROQUE + +THE DONKEY + +MOIRON + +THE DISPENSER OF HOLY WATER + +A PARRICIDE + +BERTHA + +THE PATRON + +THE DOOR + +A SALE + +THE IMPOLITE SEX + +A WEDDING GIFT + +THE RELIC + + + + +VOLUME IV. + +THE MORIBUND + +THE GAMEKEEPER + +THE STORY OF A FARM GIRL + + PART I + + PART II + + PART III + + PART IV + + PART V + +THE WRECK + +THEODULE SABOT'S CONFESSION + +THE WRONG HOUSE + +THE DIAMOND NECKLACE + +THE MARQUIS DE FUMEROL + +THE TRIP OF LE HORLA + +FAREWELL! + +THE WOLF + +THE INN + + + + +VOLUME V. + +MONSIEUR PARENT + +QUEEN HORTENSE + +TIMBUCTOO + +TOMBSTONES + +MADEMOISELLE PEARL + +THE THIEF + +CLAIR DE LUNE + +WAITER, A "BOCK" + +AFTER + +FORGIVENESS + +IN THE SPRING + +A QUEER NIGHT IN PARIS + + + + +VOLUME VI. + +THAT COSTLY RIDE + +USELESS BEAUTY + +THE FATHER + +MY UNCLE SOSTHENES + +THE BARONESS + +MOTHER AND SON + +THE HAND + +A TRESS OF HAIR + +ON THE RIVER + +THE CRIPPLE + +A STROLL + +ALEXANDRE + +THE LOG + +JULIE ROMAIN + +THE RONDOLI SISTERS + + + + +VOLUME VII. + +THE FALSE GEMS + +FASCINATION + +YVETTE SAMORIS + +A VENDETTA + +MY TWENTY-FIVE DAYS + +"THE TERROR" + +LEGEND OF MONT ST. MICHEL + +A NEW YEAR'S GIFT + +FRIEND PATIENCE + +ABANDONED + +THE MAISON TELLIER + +DENIS + +MY WIFE + +THE UNKNOWN + +THE APPARITION + + + + +VOLUME VIII. + +CLOCHETTE + +THE KISS + +THE LEGION OF HONOR + +THE TEST + +FOUND ON A DROWNED MAN + +THE ORPHAN + +THE BEGGAR + +THE RABBIT + +HIS AVENGER + +MY UNCLE JULES + +THE MODEL + +A VAGABOND + +THE FISHING HOLE + +THE SPASM + +IN THE WOOD + +MARTINE + +ALL OVER + +THE PARROT + +THE PIECE OF STRING + + + + +VOLUME IX. + +TOINE + +MADAME HUSSON'S "ROSIER" + +THE ADOPTED SON + +COWARD + +OLD MONGILET + +MOONLIGHT + +THE FIRST SNOWFALL + +SUNDAYS OF A BOURGEOIS + +A RECOLLECTION + +OUR LETTERS + +THE LOVE OF LONG AGO + +FRIEND JOSEPH + +THE EFFEMINATES + +OLD AMABLE + + + + +VOLUME X. + +THE CHRISTENING + +THE FARMER'S WIFE + +THE DEVIL + +THE SNIPE + +THE WILL + +WALTER SCHNAFFS' ADVENTURE + +AT SEA + +MINUET + +THE SON + +THAT PIG OF A MORIN + +SAINT ANTHONY + +LASTING LOVE + +PIERROT + +A NORMANDY JOKE + +FATHER MATTHEW + + + + +VOLUME XI. + +THE UMBRELLA + +BELHOMME'S BEAST + +DISCOVERY + +THE ACCURSED BREAD + +THE DOWRY + +THE DIARY OF A MADMAN + +THE MASK + +THE PENGUINS' ROCK + +A FAMILY + +SUICIDES + +AN ARTIFICE + +DREAMS + +SIMON'S PAPA + + + + +VOLUME XII. + +THE CHILD + +A COUNTRY EXCURSION + +ROSE + +ROSALIE PRUDENT + +REGRET + +A SISTER'S CONFESSION + +COCO + +DEAD WOMAN'S SECRET + +A HUMBLE DRAMA + +MADEMOISELLE COCOTTE + +THE CORSICAN BANDIT + +THE GRAVE + + + + +VOLUME XIII. + +OLD JUDAS + +THE LITTLE CASK + +BOITELLE + +A WIDOW + +THE ENGLISHMAN OF ETRETAT + +MAGNETISM + +A FATHER'S CONFESSION + +A MOTHER OF MONSTERS + +AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED + +A PORTRAIT + +THE DRUNKARD + +THE WARDROBE + +THE MOUNTAIN POOL + +A CREMATION + +MISTI + +MADAME HERMET + +THE MAGIC COUCH + +***** + + + + +ALPHABETICAL LISTING OF THE 188 STORIES + + +A MEETING + +A QUEER NIGHT IN PARIS + +ABANDONED + +ACCURSED BREAD, THE + +ADOPTED SON, THE + +AFTER + +ALEXANDRE + +ALL OVER + +AN ARTIFICE + +APPARITION, THE + +AT SEA + +BARONESS, THE + +BEGGAR, THE + +BELHOMME'S BEAST + +BERTHA + +BESIDE SCHOPENHAUER'S CORPSE + +BLIND MAN, THE + +BOITELLE + +BOULE DE SUIF + +CHILD, THE + +CHRISTENING, THE + +CLAIR DE LUNE + +CLOCHETTE + +COCO + +COLONEL'S IDEAS, THE + +CORSICAN BANDIT, THE + +COUNTRY EXCURSION, A + +COUP D'ETAT, A + +COWARD + +CREMATION, A + +CRIPPLE, THE + +DEAD WOMAN'S SECRET + +DENIS + +DEVIL, THE + +DIAMOND NECKLACE, THE + +DIARY OF A MADMAN, THE + +DISCOVERY + +DISPENSER OF HOLY WATER, THE + +DONKEY, THE + +DOOR, THE + +DOWRY, THE + +DREAMS + +DRUNKARD, THE + +DUEL, A + +EFFEMINATES, THE + +ENGLISHMAN OF ETRETAT, THE + +EPIPHANY + +FALSE GEMS, THE + +FAMILY AFFAIR, A + +FAMILY, A + +FAREWELL! + +FARMER'S WIFE, THE + +FASCINATION + +FATHER MATTHEW + +FATHER MILON + +FATHER, THE + +FATHER'S CONFESSION, A + +FIRST SNOWFALL, THE + +FISHING HOLE, THE + +FORGIVENESS + +FOUND ON A DROWNED MAN + +FRIEND JOSEPH + +FRIEND PATIENCE + +GAMEKEEPER, THE + +GRAVE, THE + +HAND, THE + +HIS AVENGER + +HORRIBLE, THE + +HUMBLE DRAMA, A + +IMPOLITE SEX, THE + +IN THE WOOD + +INDISCRETION + +INN, THE + +JULIE ROMAIN + +KISS, THE + +LANCER'S WIFE, THE + +LASTING LOVE + +LEGEND OF MONT ST. MICHEL + +LEGION OF HONOR, THE + +LIEUTENANT LARE'S MARRIAGE + +LITTLE CASK, THE + +LITTLE LOUISE ROQUE + +LOG, THE + +LOVE OF LONG AGO, THE + +MADAME BAPTISTE + +MADAME HERMET + +MADAME HUSSON'S "ROSIER" + +MADAME PARISSE + +MADEMOISELLE COCOTTE + +MADEMOISELLE FIFI + +MADEMOISELLE PEARL + +MAGIC COUCH, THE + +MAGNETISM + +MAISON TELLIER, THE + +MARQUIS DE FUMEROL, THE + +MARTINE + +MASK, THE + +MINUET + +MISS HARRIET + +MISTI + +MODEL, THE + +MOIRON + +MONSIEUR PARENT + +MOONLIGHT + +MORIBUND, THE + +MOTHER AND SON + +MOTHER OF MONSTERS, A + +MOTHER SAUVAGE + +MOUNTAIN POOL, THE + +MUSTACHE, THE + +MY TWENTY-FIVE DAYS + +MY UNCLE JULES + +MY UNCLE SOSTHENES + +MY WIFE + +NEW YEAR'S GIFT, A + +NORMANDY JOKE, A + +OLD AMABLE + +OLD JUDAS + +OLD MONGILET + +ON THE RIVER + +ORPHAN, THE + +OUR LETTERS + +PARRICIDE, A + +PARROT, THE + +PATRON, THE + +PENGUINS' ROCK, THE + +PIECE OF STRING, THE + +PIERROT + +PORTRAIT, A + +PRISONERS, THE + +QUEEN HORTENSE + +QUESTION OF LATIN, THE + +RABBIT, THE + +RECOLLECTION, A + +REGRET + +RELIC, THE + +RONDOLI SISTERS, THE + +ROSALIE PRUDENT + +ROSE + +SAINT ANTHONY + +SALE, A + +SIMON'S PAPA + +SISTER'S CONFESSION, A + +SNIPE, THE + +SON, THE + +SPASM, THE + +SPRING, IN THE + +STORY OF A FARM GIRL, THE + +STROLL, A + +SUICIDES + +SUNDAYS OF A BOURGEOIS + +TEST, THE + +THAT COSTLY RIDE + +THAT PIG OF A MORIN + +"THE TERROR" + +THEODULE SABOT'S CONFESSION + +THIEF, THE + +TIMBUCTOO + +TOINE + +TOMBSTONES + +TRESS OF HAIR, A + +TRIP OF LE HORLA, THE + +TWO FRIENDS + +TWO LITTLE SOLDIERS + +UMBRELLA, THE + +UNCOMFORTABLE BED, AN + +UNKNOWN, THE + +USELESS BEAUTY + +VAGABOND, A + +VENDETTA, A + +WAITER, A "BOCK" + +WALTER SCHNAFFS' ADVENTURE + +WARDROBE, THE + +WEDDING GIFT, A + +WIDOW, A + +WILL, THE + +WOLF, THE + +WRECK, THE + +WRONG HOUSE, THE + +YVETTE SAMORIS + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2817.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2817.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..de27556d419ca8602d81a8b0db633604ac385bdd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg2817.txt @@ -0,0 +1,764 @@ + + +cover + + + + Chamber Music + + + +by James Joyce + + + +Contents With First Lines + + + + I Strings in the earth and air + Make music sweet; + + II The twilight turns from amethyst + To deep and deeper blue, + + III At that hour when all things have repose, + O lonely watcher of the skies, + + IV When the shy star goes forth in heaven + All maidenly, disconsolate, + + V Lean out of the window, + Goldenhair, + + VI I would in that sweet bosom be + (O sweet it is and fair it is!) + + VII My love is in a light attire + Among the apple-trees, + + VIII Who goes amid the green wood + With springtide all adorning her? + + IX Winds of May, that dance on the sea, + Dancing a ring-around in glee + + X Bright cap and streamers, + He sings in the hollow: + + XI Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, + Bid adieu to girlish days, + + XII What counsel has the hooded moon + Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, + + XIII Go seek her out all courteously, + And say I come, + + XIV My dove, my beautiful one, + Arise, arise! + + XV From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, + From love’s deep slumber and from death, + + XVI O cool is the valley now + And there, love, will we go + + XVII Because your voice was at my sidew + I gave him pain, + + XVIII O sweetheart, hear you + Your lover’s tale; + + XIX Be not sad because all men + Prefer a lying clamour before you: + + XX In the dark pine-wood + I would we lay, + + XXI He who hath glory lost, nor hath + Found any soul to fellow his, + + XXII Of that so sweet imprisonment + My soul, dearest, is fain— + + XXIII This heart that flutters near my heart + My hope and all my riches is, + + XXIV Silently she’s combing, + Combing her long hair, + + XXV Lightly come or lightly go: + Though thy heart presage thee woe, + + XXVI Thou leanest to the shell of night, + Dear lady, a divining ear. + + XXVII Though I thy Mithridates were, + Framed to defy the poison-dart, + + XXVIII Gentle lady, do not sing + Sad songs about the end of love; + + XXIX Dear heart, why will you use me so? + Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, + + XXX Love came to us in time gone by + When one at twilight shyly played + + XXXI O, it was out by Donnycarney + When the bat flew from tree to tree + + XXXII Rain has fallen all the day. + O come among the laden trees: + + XXXIII Now, O now, in this brown land + Where Love did so sweet music make + + XXXIV Sleep now, O sleep now, + O you unquiet heart! + + XXXV All day I hear the noise of waters + Making moan, + + XXXVI I hear an army charging upon the land, + And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: + + + +I + +Strings in the earth and air + Make music sweet; +Strings by the river where + The willows meet. + +There’s music along the river + For Love wanders there, +Pale flowers on his mantle, + Dark leaves on his hair. + +All softly playing, + With head to the music bent, +And fingers straying + Upon an instrument. + + +II + +The twilight turns from amethyst + To deep and deeper blue, +The lamp fills with a pale green glow + The trees of the avenue. + +The old piano plays an air, + Sedate and slow and gay; +She bends upon the yellow keys, + Her head inclines this way. + +Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands + That wander as they list— +The twilight turns to darker blue + With lights of amethyst. + + +III + +At that hour when all things have repose, + O lonely watcher of the skies, + Do you hear the night wind and the sighs +Of harps playing unto Love to unclose + The pale gates of sunrise? + +When all things repose, do you alone + Awake to hear the sweet harps play + To Love before him on his way, +And the night wind answering in antiphon + Till night is overgone? + +Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, + Whose way in heaven is aglow + At that hour when soft lights come and go, +Soft sweet music in the air above + And in the earth below. + + +IV + +When the shy star goes forth in heaven + All maidenly, disconsolate, +Hear you amid the drowsy even + One who is singing by your gate. +His song is softer than the dew + And he is come to visit you. + +O bend no more in revery + When he at eventide is calling, +Nor muse: Who may this singer be + Whose song about my heart is falling? +Know you by this, the lover’s chant, + ’Tis I that am your visitant. + + +V + +Lean out of the window, + Goldenhair, +I hear you singing + A merry air. + +My book was closed, + I read no more, +Watching the fire dance + On the floor. + +I have left my book, + I have left my room, +For I heard you singing + Through the gloom. + +Singing and singing + A merry air, +Lean out of the window, + Goldenhair. + + +VI + +I would in that sweet bosom be + (O sweet it is and fair it is!) +Where no rude wind might visit me. + Because of sad austerities +I would in that sweet bosom be. + +I would be ever in that heart + (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) +Where only peace might be my part. + Austerities were all the sweeter +So I were ever in that heart. + + +VII + +My love is in a light attire + Among the apple-trees, +Where the gay winds do most desire + To run in companies. + +There, where the gay winds stay to woo + The young leaves as they pass, +My love goes slowly, bending to + Her shadow on the grass; + +And where the sky’s a pale blue cup + Over the laughing land, +My love goes lightly, holding up + Her dress with dainty hand. + + +VIII + +Who goes amid the green wood + With springtide all adorning her? +Who goes amid the merry green wood + To make it merrier? + +Who passes in the sunlight + By ways that know the light footfall? +Who passes in the sweet sunlight + With mien so virginal? + +The ways of all the woodland + Gleam with a soft and golden fire— +For whom does all the sunny woodland + Carry so brave attire? + +O, it is for my true love + The woods their rich apparel wear— +O, it is for my own true love, + That is so young and fair. + + +IX + +Winds of May, that dance on the sea, +Dancing a ring-around in glee +From furrow to furrow, while overhead +The foam flies up to be garlanded, +In silvery arches spanning the air, +Saw you my true love anywhere? + Welladay! Welladay! + For the winds of May! +Love is unhappy when love is away! + + +X + +Bright cap and streamers, + He sings in the hollow: + Come follow, come follow, + All you that love. +Leave dreams to the dreamers + That will not after, + That song and laughter + Do nothing move. + +With ribbons streaming + He sings the bolder; + In troop at his shoulder + The wild bees hum. +And the time of dreaming + Dreams is over— + As lover to lover, + Sweetheart, I come. + + +XI + +Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, + Bid adieu to girlish days, +Happy Love is come to woo + Thee and woo thy girlish ways— +The zone that doth become thee fair, +The snood upon thy yellow hair, + +When thou hast heard his name upon + The bugles of the cherubim +Begin thou softly to unzone + Thy girlish bosom unto him +And softly to undo the snood +That is the sign of maidenhood. + + +XII + +What counsel has the hooded moon + Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, +Of Love in ancient plenilune, + Glory and stars beneath his feet— +A sage that is but kith and kin +With the comedian Capuchin? + +Believe me rather that am wise + In disregard of the divine, +A glory kindles in those eyes + Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! +No more be tears in moon or mist +For thee, sweet sentimentalist. + + +XIII + +Go seek her out all courteously, + And say I come, +Wind of spices whose song is ever + Epithalamium. +O, hurry over the dark lands + And run upon the sea +For seas and lands shall not divide us, + My love and me. + +Now, wind, of your good courtesy + I pray you go, +And come into her little garden + And sing at her window; +Singing: The bridal wind is blowing + For Love is at his noon; +And soon will your true love be with you, + Soon, O soon. + + +XIV + +My dove, my beautiful one, + Arise, arise! + The night-dew lies +Upon my lips and eyes. + +The odorous winds are weaving + A music of sighs: + Arise, arise, +My dove, my beautiful one! + +I wait by the cedar tree, + My sister, my love, + White breast of the dove, +My breast shall be your bed. + +The pale dew lies + Like a veil on my head. + My fair one, my fair dove, +Arise, arise! + + +XV + +From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, + From love’s deep slumber and from death, +For lo! the trees are full of sighs + Whose leaves the morn admonisheth. + +Eastward the gradual dawn prevails + Where softly-burning fires appear, +Making to tremble all those veils + Of grey and golden gossamer. + +While sweetly, gently, secretly, + The flowery bells of morn are stirred +And the wise choirs of faery + Begin (innumerous!) to be heard. + + +XVI + +O cool is the valley now + And there, love, will we go +For many a choir is singing now + Where Love did sometime go. +And hear you not the thrushes calling, + Calling us away? +O cool and pleasant is the valley + And there, love, will we stay. + + +XVII + +Because your voice was at my side + I gave him pain, +Because within my hand I held + Your hand again. + +There is no word nor any sign + Can make amend— +He is a stranger to me now + Who was my friend. + + +XVIII + +O sweetheart, hear you + Your lover’s tale; +A man shall have sorrow + When friends him fail. + +For he shall know then + Friends be untrue +And a little ashes + Their words come to. + +But one unto him + Will softly move +And softly woo him + In ways of love. + +His hand is under + Her smooth round breast; +So he who has sorrow + Shall have rest. + + +XIX + +Be not sad because all men + Prefer a lying clamour before you: +Sweetheart, be at peace again— + Can they dishonour you? + +They are sadder than all tears; + Their lives ascend as a continual sigh. +Proudly answer to their tears: + As they deny, deny. + + +XX + +In the dark pine-wood + I would we lay, +In deep cool shadow + At noon of day. + +How sweet to lie there, + Sweet to kiss, +Where the great pine-forest + Enaisled is! + +Thy kiss descending + Sweeter were +With a soft tumult + Of thy hair. + +O, unto the pine-wood + At noon of day +Come with me now, + Sweet love, away. + + +XXI + +He who hath glory lost, nor hath + Found any soul to fellow his, +Among his foes in scorn and wrath + Holding to ancient nobleness, +That high unconsortable one— +His love is his companion. + + +XXII + +Of that so sweet imprisonment + My soul, dearest, is fain— +Soft arms that woo me to relent + And woo me to detain. +Ah, could they ever hold me there +Gladly were I a prisoner! + +Dearest, through interwoven arms + By love made tremulous, +That night allures me where alarms + Nowise may trouble us; +But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed +Where soul with soul lies prisoned. + + +XXIII + +This heart that flutters near my heart + My hope and all my riches is, +Unhappy when we draw apart + And happy between kiss and kiss; +My hope and all my riches—yes!— +And all my happiness. + +For there, as in some mossy nest + The wrens will divers treasures keep, +I laid those treasures I possessed + Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep. +Shall we not be as wise as they +Though love live but a day? + + +XXIV + +Silently she’s combing, + Combing her long hair, +Silently and graciously, + With many a pretty air. + +The sun is in the willow leaves + And on the dappled grass, +And still she’s combing her long hair + Before the looking-glass. + +I pray you, cease to comb out, + Comb out your long hair, +For I have heard of witchery + Under a pretty air, + +That makes as one thing to the lover + Staying and going hence, +All fair, with many a pretty air + And many a negligence. + + +XXV + +Lightly come or lightly go: + Though thy heart presage thee woe, +Vales and many a wasted sun, + Oread let thy laughter run +Till the irreverent mountain air +Ripple all thy flying hair. + +Lightly, lightly—ever so: + Clouds that wrap the vales below +At the hour of evenstar + Lowliest attendants are; +Love and laughter song-confessed +When the heart is heaviest. + + +XXVI + +Thou leanest to the shell of night, + Dear lady, a divining ear. +In that soft choiring of delight + What sound hath made thy heart to fear? +Seemed it of rivers rushing forth +From the grey deserts of the north? + + That mood of thine, O timorous, +Is his, if thou but scan it well, + Who a mad tale bequeaths to us +At ghosting hour conjurable— + And all for some strange name he read + In Purchas or in Holinshed. + + +XXVII + +Though I thy Mithridates were, + Framed to defy the poison-dart, +Yet must thou fold me unaware + To know the rapture of thy heart, +And I but render and confess +The malice of thy tenderness. + +For elegant and antique phrase, + Dearest, my lips wax all too wise; +Nor have I known a love whose praise + Our piping poets solemnize, +Neither a love where may not be +Ever so little falsity. + + +XXVIII + +Gentle lady, do not sing + Sad songs about the end of love; +Lay aside sadness and sing + How love that passes is enough. + +Sing about the long deep sleep + Of lovers that are dead, and how +In the grave all love shall sleep: + Love is aweary now. + + +XXIX + +Dear heart, why will you use me so? + Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, +Still are you beautiful—but O, + How is your beauty raimented! + +Through the clear mirror of your eyes, + Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, +Desolate winds assail with cries + The shadowy garden where love is. + +And soon shall love dissolved be + When over us the wild winds blow— +But you, dear love, too dear to me, + Alas! why will you use me so? + + +XXX + +Love came to us in time gone by + When one at twilight shyly played +And one in fear was standing nigh— + For Love at first is all afraid. + +We were grave lovers. Love is past + That had his sweet hours many a one; +Welcome to us now at the last + The ways that we shall go upon. + + +XXXI + +O, it was out by Donnycarney + When the bat flew from tree to tree +My love and I did walk together; + And sweet were the words she said to me. + +Along with us the summer wind + Went murmuring—O, happily!— +But softer than the breath of summer + Was the kiss she gave to me. + + +XXXII + +Rain has fallen all the day. + O come among the laden trees: +The leaves lie thick upon the way + Of memories. + +Staying a little by the way + Of memories shall we depart. +Come, my beloved, where I may + Speak to your heart. + + +XXXIII + +Now, O now, in this brown land + Where Love did so sweet music make +We two shall wander, hand in hand, + Forbearing for old friendship’ sake, +Nor grieve because our love was gay +Which now is ended in this way. + +A rogue in red and yellow dress + Is knocking, knocking at the tree; +And all around our loneliness + The wind is whistling merrily. +The leaves—they do not sigh at all +When the year takes them in the fall. + +Now, O now, we hear no more + The vilanelle and roundelay! +Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before + We take sad leave at close of day. +Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything— +The year, the year is gathering. + + +XXXIV + +Sleep now, O sleep now, + O you unquiet heart! +A voice crying “Sleep now” + Is heard in my heart. + +The voice of the winter + Is heard at the door. +O sleep, for the winter + Is crying “Sleep no more.” + +My kiss will give peace now + And quiet to your heart— +Sleep on in peace now, + O you unquiet heart! + + +XXXV + +All day I hear the noise of waters + Making moan, +Sad as the sea-bird is, when going + Forth alone, +He hears the winds cry to the water’s + Monotone. + +The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing + Where I go. +I hear the noise of many waters + Far below. +All day, all night, I hear them flowing + To and fro. + + +XXXVI + +I hear an army charging upon the land, +And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: +Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, +Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers. + +They cry unto the night their battle-name: +I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. +They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, +Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. + +They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair: +They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore. +My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? +My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone? + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28218.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28218.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1c78febc9dff0dab88888ef8ed2717563c205e26 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28218.txt @@ -0,0 +1,412 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Carla Foust, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from scans of public domain material +produced by Microsoft for their Live Search Books site.) + + + + + + + + + + Three Unpublished Poems + By Louisa M. Alcott + +[Illustration: "We sometimes hear of one who nearly died of a broken +heart but Bronson Alcott nearly died of a broken dream." + + --MRS. HELEN BELL] + + Fruitlands Collection + + + + + THREE UNPUBLISHED POEMS + + _By_ LOUISA M. ALCOTT + + Fruitlands Collection + + "We sometimes hear of one who nearly died of a broken + heart--but Bronson Alcott nearly died of a broken dream." + + MRS. HELEN BELL + + +There is a room upstairs in the old house at Fruitlands in Harvard, +Massachusetts, where the visitors pause and look about them with a +softening glance and often with visible emotion, as though they felt a +sudden nearness to something infinitely intimate and personal. They have +come to see the place where Bronson Alcott and the group of +transcendentalists cut themselves off from the world in the spring of +1843 and tried to found a New Eden where Evil could find no entrance, +and where all might share in common the peace of an industrious simple +life, intermixed with study and close to the heart of Nature; a +spiritual and intellectual center where mind and soul could grow in +quiet seclusion, yet with sympathetic companionship. This was Alcott's +dream. + +The comedy and tragedy of the experiment have been the theme of many a +magazine article, and years have come and gone; yet hundreds of people +cross the pastures to the lonely spot each year, and wander through the +house, and listen to the story of the joy of the first glad, hopeful +days and the pitiful ending of this philosopher's plan for an earthly +Paradise. + +There is so much that is quaint to see and seemingly impossible to hear, +for there were some strange theories worked out by this group of learned +men, that a sudden outburst of surprise and amusement will break into +the recital of the tale; but in the room upstairs they are wont to grow +quiet and speak in lowered voices, for they seem to feel the pathos +there of the final disillusionment. It is the room where at the end of a +laborious day Mrs. Alcott, with tired eyes, sewed and sewed, night after +night, by the light of her one flickering lamp, and where Bronson +Alcott, deserted by his followers, lay in his bed, with his face turned +to the wall, and in his despair over the bitter failure of his most +cherished dream, called upon death to release him. + +The visitors stand and look at Mrs. Alcott's lace cap on the table by +the window, and the little cuffs that fell over her busy, useful hands; +at the sewing basket, left where she might have laid it when she was too +wearied to thread another needle; at all the many personal things +belonging to them both that speak so clearly of them and seem to bring +them very near. And then they turn to read the manuscripts and letters +that hang upon the walls; for on the walls at Fruitlands hang various +original manuscripts that as yet have never been published, and among +them are three poems by Louisa Alcott--Bronson Alcott's noted daughter. +These are now put before the public for the first time, and surely they +must stir a warm response in the most indifferent heart. + +Indelibly impressed upon Louisa Alcott's memory were those days at +Fruitlands, when her childish feet ran swiftly over the pastures and +through the pine grove, and where in the early mornings she sat upon a +granite boulder far up on the hill and "thought thoughts"--so her diary +tells us. She afterwards was frequently heard to say that it was in +those days at Fruitlands that the seeds of her literary talents were +sown, which were to meet with such heartfelt appreciation from the +reading public, and were to give such solace and comfort to the old age +of her gifted father and devoted mother. Her love and reverence for her +father and her pride in his attainments were very beautiful: and in +order to appreciate what it was in him that inspired this great +sentiment, not only in his daughter, but in so many leading men of that +time, the eccentricities of the man whom the world called unpractical +and visionary must be forgotten, so as to get a glimpse of the Alcott +who was the intimate friend of Emerson--a genius, a philosopher, an +optimist, in spite of failure and in spite of opposition. Therefore it +seems best to give some extracts from his own writings first that will +reveal the tenor of his mind and the largeness of his heart and +intellect, in order that the poems of the daughter may be more fully +understood. The following extracts are from his book entitled "Tablets." + + "If one's life is not worshipful," he writes, "no one cares for his + professions.... We recognize goodness wherever we find it. 'Tis the + same helpful influence beautifying the meanest as the greatest + service by its manners, as if it did it not." + + * * * * * + + "Enthusiasm is existence; earnestness, life's exceeding great + reward.... + + "Our dispositions are the atmosphere we breathe, and we carry our + climate and world in ourselves. Good humor, gay spirits, are the + liberators, ... the sure cure for spleen and melancholy ... and he + who smiles is never beyond redemption." + + * * * * * + + "The liberal mind is of no sect; it shows to sects their departure + from the ideal standard, and thus maintains pure religion in the + world. But there are those whose minds, like the pupil of the eye, + contract as the light increases. 'Tis a poor egotism that sees only + its own image reflected in its vision.... 'Only as thou beest it, + thou seest it!'" + + * * * * * + + "One cannot be well read unless well seasoned in thought and + experience. Life makes the man. And he must have lived in all his + gifts and become acclimated herein to profit by his readings. + Living at the breadth of Shakespeare, the depth of Plato, the + height of Christ gives the mastery, ... or if not that, a worthy + discipleship." + +And here is a quotation that reveals his great and beautiful love of +Nature: + + "Nature is the good Baptist, plunging us in her Jordan streams to + be purified of our stains and fulfil all righteousness. And + wheresoever our lodge, there is but the thin casement between us + and immensity.... Nature without, Mind within, inviting us forth + into the solacing air, the blue ether, if we will but shake our + sloth and cares aside and step forth into her great contentments." + +These are enough to show the rarified atmosphere of his thought world. +He lived upon the hilltops, so to speak. And it is curious to note that +in spite of its derision, the world has come to value many of his ideas +which at first were deemed but foolishness. The importance of taste and +beauty in the schoolroom, for instance, is now accepted throughout the +world. Yet when he first preached this, what was then a new idea, and +had the walls of his Temple School in Boston tinted in restful colors, +and placed the busts of Socrates and Plato and other learned +philosophers where they could be looked upon with reverence by his +pupils, it was thought to be absurd and even dangerous, for the old +regime of ill-lighted, ill-ventilated schoolrooms, with bare, forbidding +walls, was at its height. + +So also with one of his much-laughed-at theories of farming. He +advocated growing buckwheat and turning the crop back into the soil in +order to enrich the land, and all the farmers threw their hands up as +though he had lost his reason. Yet only a year ago, when the nations +were at war, the Agricultural Department in Washington sent out +bulletins urging farmers to do this very thing as an admirable and +inexpensive method to pursue. + +[Illustration: _Picture of Bronson Alcott's famous Temple School, +Boston, Mass., where he taught his philosophy to young boys and girls. +It was the first school to be decorated and furnished with artistic +taste, and he believed it developed a sense of beauty and refinement. +1830-1834. The school was in the Masonic Temple._] + +The fundamental principle of his dietary system was the exclusive use of +fruits, vegetables, and all kinds of grain, eliminating all animal food. +While this was carried to excess, the idea of it does not sound so very +strange to modern ears, there being plenty of vegetarians now to +commend the theory. These things are mentioned in order to show that in +spite of much that was wholly unpractical, he advocated many theories +that have not died, but have taken root. + +It was the intuitive consciousness of the sincerity of his appeal to the +world that drew his daughter Louisa so closely to him and led her to +express herself so touchingly in the following poems: + + +A. B. A. + +_Lines Written by Louisa M. Alcott to Her Father_ + + Like Bunyan's pilgrim with his pack, + Forth went the dreaming youth + To seek, to find, and make his own + Wisdom, virtue, and truth. + Life was his book, and patiently + He studied each hard page; + By turns reformer, outcast, priest, + Philosopher and sage. + + Christ was his Master, and he made + His life a gospel sweet; + Plato and Pythagoras in him + Found a disciple meet. + The noblest and best his friends, + Faithful and fond, though few; + Eager to listen, learn, and pay + The love and honor due. + + Power and place, silver and gold, + He neither asked nor sought; + Only to serve his fellowmen, + With heart and word and thought. + A pilgrim still, but in his pack + No sins to frighten or oppress; + But wisdom, morals, piety, + To teach, to warn and bless. + + The world passed by, nor cared to take + The treasure he could give; + Apart he sat, content to wait + And beautifully live; + Unsaddened by long, lonely years + Of want, neglect, and wrong, + His soul to him a kingdom was, + Steadfast, serene, and strong. + + Magnanimous and pure his life, + Tranquil its happy end; + Patience and peace his handmaids were, + Death an immortal friend. + For him no monuments need rise, + No laurels make his pall; + The mem'ry of the good and wise + Outshines, outlives them all. + +The explanation of the following poem seems to give added color to it. +Mr. Alcott had a habit of cutting his own hair--a feat that can +certainly be called unusual!--and it was after one of these occasions +that Miss Alcott picked up the curl and pasted it on the corner of the +paper upon which the poem is written. + + +_Lines Written by Louisa M. Alcott_ + +A LITTLE GREY CURL + + A little grey curl from my father's head + I find unburned on the hearth, + And give it a place in my diary here, + With a feeling half sadness, half mirth. + For the long white locks are our special pride, + Though he smiles at his daughter's praise; + But, oh, they have grown each year more thin, + Till they are now but a silvery haze. + + That wise old head! (though it does grow bald + With the knocks hard fortune may give) + Has a store of faith and hope and trust, + Which have taught him how to live. + Though the hat be old, there's a face below + Which telleth to those who look + The history of a good man's life, + And it cheers like a blessed book. + + [A]A peddler of jewels, of clocks, and of books, + Many a year of his wandering youth; + A peddler still, with a far richer pack, + His wares are wisdom and love and truth. + But now, as then, few purchase or pause, + For he cannot learn the tricks of trade; + Little silver he wins, but that which time + Is sprinkling thick on his meek old head. + + But there'll come a day when the busy world, + Grown sick with its folly and pride, + Will remember the mild-faced peddler then + Whom it rudely had set aside; + Will remember the wares he offered it once + And will seek to find him again, + Eager to purchase truth, wisdom, and love, + But, oh, it will seek him in vain. + + It will find but his footsteps left behind + Along the byways of life, + Where he patiently walked, striving the while + To quiet its tumult and strife. + But the peddling pilgrim has laid down his pack + And gone with his earnings away; + How small will they seem, remembering the debt + Which the world too late would repay. + + God bless the dear head! and crown it with years + Untroubled and calmly serene; + That the autumn of life more golden may be + For the heats and the storms that have been. + My heritage none can ever dispute, + My fortune will bring neither strife nor care; + 'Tis an honest name, 'tis a beautiful life, + And the silver lock of my father's hair. + +[Illustration: _PICTURE OF "FRUITLANDS"_ + +_The old house where Bronson Alcott and the English Mystics tried to +found a community somewhat after the order of Brook Farm in 1843. +Emerson backed the scheme. The house is open to the public Tuesday, +Thursday, and Saturday afternoons during the summer._] + +FOOTNOTE: + +[Footnote A: This was true of him in his early youth.] + + +TO PAPA + + In high Olympus' sacred shade + A gift Minerva wrought + For her beloved philosopher + Immersed in deepest thought. + + A shield to guard his aged breast + With its enchanted mesh + When he his nectar and ambrosia took + To strengthen and refresh. + + Long may he live to use the life + The hidden goddess gave, + To keep unspotted to the end + The gentle, just, and brave. + +December, 1887. LOUISA M. ALCOTT. + + +Before closing, another unpublished poem is added to the foregoing ones. +It was written by Louise Chandler Moulton upon hearing of the death of +Louisa Alcott, and is in the Fruitlands collection. + + +_Louisa M. Alcott_ + +IN MEMORIAM + + As the wind at play with a spark + Of fire that glows through the night; + As the speed of the soaring lark + That wings to the sky his flight-- + So swiftly thy soul has sped + In its upward wonderful way, + Like the lark when the dawn is red, + In search of the shining day. + + _Thou_ art not with the frozen dead + Whom earth in the earth we lay, + While the bearers softly tread, + And the mourners kneel and pray; + From thy semblance, dumb and stark, + The soul has taken its flight-- + Out of the finite dark, + Into the infinite Light. + + LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON. + +Old letters and old poems from the pen of some well-known author of the +past that are found in unexpected places, or come to light through +unlooked-for channels, have a special charm and flavor of their own. +They seem to give out something peculiarly personal, like an echo from a +voice that has long been silent. + +This great devotion that Bronson Alcott inspired in those near to him is +well known by those who have made a study of the remarkable group of men +that formed a charmed literary circle in Concord in the middle of the +last century, of whom Ralph Waldo Emerson was the distinguished leader; +yet each additional proof gives an added warmth of color and a truer +portrayal of the character of this quaint and original follower of the +Greek philosophers and of his gifted family. + +The writer of this article recalls one day when the late Frank B. +Sanborn, well-known Sage of Concord, as he was called, was reading these +poems at Fruitlands. When he came to the last line of the first poem +herein given he dwelt upon it as if in deep thought. Then lifting his +head, his face lighting with one of his sudden smiles, he murmured, +"That sounds just like Louisa!" + +1919 CLARA ENDICOTT SEARS.[B] + +FOOTNOTE: + +[Footnote B: Author of "Bronson Alcott's Fruitlands"; "Gleanings from +Old Shaker Journals"; also a novel, "The Bell-Ringer," published by +Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, Mass.; Poem, "The Unfurling of the +Flag."] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's note + + +Minor punctuation errors have been changed without notice. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Three Unpublished Poems, by Louisa M. Alcott + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28406.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28406.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b0bc143cf0042f3b918c62c1dfb3ee95077293c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28406.txt @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Marcia Brooks and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works put online +by Harvard University Library's Open Collections Program, +Women Working 1800 - 1930) + + + + + + + + + +_Why I Believe in Scouting for Girls_ + +By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART + + +[Illustration] + +Series No. 10 + + +GIRL SCOUTS NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS +189 Lexington Avenue +New York City + + + + +Why I Believe in Scouting + +_By Mary Roberts Rinehart_ + + +Girls are great idealists. No one familiar with the working of the girl +mind can fail to recognize how quickly they respond to ideals. They +dream dreams, not of success, but of happiness. They look up rather than +out. + +But they are vague and uncertain, full of wistful yearnings that lead +nowhere. Given a cause and a leader, and they will bring to it an almost +pathetic eagerness, staunchness, loyalty, enthusiasm and unselfish +effort. + +There comes a critical time in a girl's mental and spiritual life, when +she is waiting impatiently for young womanhood. The things of her +childhood have lost their interest. She has abandoned her dolls. The +little boys she played with have deserted her, and found the girl-less +associations of the 'teens. They have their clubs, their sports, their +meeting places. But to the young girl there is nothing but that period +of waiting. She is peculiarly isolated. Her family often finds her +strange. She is moody and dreamy. She begins to spend an almost alarming +amount of time and thought upon her appearance. The family says: "What +in the world is the matter with Jane?" And her father suggests it is too +much going to the moving pictures. + +But the truth is that Jane is idle. She does not belong, between +babyhood and womanhood, anywhere in the social organization. She is +active and romantic. Her days are a long waiting for maturity, and with +maturity the fulfilment of her dreams, of love, of marriage, of +motherhood. She haunts the movies because she finds there vicarious +romance and vicarious adventure. The great out-doors is hers to play +in--on the screen. + +And at the same time, with no increased outlet for her activities, her +imagination is being stimulated as never before. Books, magazines, +automobiles, moving pictures, all are revealing to her this strange +thing we call life, which is hers to observe but not yet to live. She is +a yearning onlooker. + +It is time to realize that hundreds of thousands of young girls in this +country--doubly important now that they are future citizens as well as +the potential mothers of future citizens--must be given occupation, a +feeling of responsibility, a practical ideal to which they may bring +their innate loyalty and enthusiasm. They need organized play and +athletics. They need something concrete to tie to. They need to be +taught, if you please, what is the "gang" spirit among boys. They need +to learn that their young bodies are to be used, instead of decorated. +Until they learn that, we shall have sickly mothers and puny babies. No +single movement for the improvement of American people as a race, no +advance of science or sanitation, can compare in importance with the +necessity for building up morally, spiritually and bodily, our future +mothers. + +They need to be taught certain loyalties, sex loyalty. Loyalty to +ideals. Loyalty to country. This last, loyalty to country, has to be +taught. When a man learns to take off his hat to the flag, he has a new +respect for it. + +Some of our girls need to be taught honesty. They cover their dreams +with small deceits. They seek romance out of sheer boredom, and are +driven into hypocrisy. The boy has fewer dreams to conceal, and he is +honest with the honesty of fresh air and the great out-doors. When we +give our girls occupation, when we get them out of doors, when we give +them organized play in the open, there will be fewer morbid women. + +Give them something to do that interests them. Get them out into the +air. Fill in the waiting years with work and play. Give them some rules +of life which will appeal alike to their imaginations and to their +instinctive desire for something better. Let them look out as well as +up. + +Nearest of all the proposed plans to cope with what an increasing number +of families are finding to be their problem, the adolescent girl, the +Girl Scout movement fulfills all these requirements. It is sane, healthy +and normal. It teaches honesty, purity, vigor and love of country. And +it takes the girl in her 'teens and gives her a live interest in the +present instead of the future. + +It should have nation-wide support. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28557.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28557.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bffb317d49f848fe9791add38a14c2492fc565cc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28557.txt @@ -0,0 +1,445 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + + THE PANJANDRUM + PICTURE BOOK + + BY + + RANDOLPH CALDECOTT + + CONTAINING + + COME LASSES AND LADS + + RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS, AND + + A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE + + MRS. MARY BLAIZE + + THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF + + [Illustration] + + LONDON + FREDERICK WARNE AND CO., LTD. + AND NEW YORK + _Printed in Great Britain_ + + [Illustration] + + COME LASSES AND LADS + + [Illustration] + + Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads, + + [Illustration] + + And away to the May-pole hey: + + [Illustration] + + For every he + Has got him a she, + with a minstrel standing by. + + [Illustration] + + For WILLY has gotten his JILL, + And JOHNNY has got his JONE, + To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, + Jigg it up and down. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + "Strike up," says WATT; "Agreed," says KATE, + "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" + "Content," says HODGE, and so says MADGE, + For this is a Holiday! + Then every man did put his hat off to his lass, + And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass. + + [Illustration] + + "Begin," says HALL; "Ay, ay," says MALL, + "We'll lead up Packington's pound;" + "No, no," says NOLL, and so says DOLL, + "We'll first have Sellenger's round." + + Then every man began + to foot it round about, + And every girl did jet it, + Jet it, jet it in and out. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + "You're out," says DICK; "Not I," says NICK. + "The Fiddler played it false;" + "'Tis true," says HUGH, and so says SUE, + And so says nimble ALICE. + + [Illustration] + + The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, + And every girl did trip it, + Trip it, trip it to the men. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Then after an hour, they went to a bower, + And played for ale and cakes, + And kisses too--until they were due + the lasses held the stakes. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, + And bid them take their kisses back, + and give them their own again, + And bid them take their kisses back + and give them their own again. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Now there they did stay the whole of the day, + And tired the Fiddler quite, + With singing and playing, without any paying, + From morning until night. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + They told the Fiddler then, + they'd pay him for his play, + + And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, + gave him and went away + + [Illustration] + + "Good-night," says HARRY; "Good-night," says MARY; + "Good-night," says DOLLY to JOHN; + "Good-night," says SUE, to her sweetheart HUGH, + "Good night," says everyone. + + [Illustration] + + Some walked and some did run. Some loitered on the way, + And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. + And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Ride a Cock-Horse + to Banbury Cross, + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + To see a fine Lady + Get on a white Horse, + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, + She shall have music wherever she goes. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + A FARMER WENT TROTTING + UPON HIS GREY MARE. + + [Illustration] + + A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare; + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair; + Lumpety, lumpety, lump! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + A Raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down; + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown; + Lumpet, lumpety, lump! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + The mischievous Raven flew laughing away; + Bumpety, bumpety, bump! + And vowed he would serve them the same the next day; + Lumpety, lumpety, lump! + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + AN ELEGY + + ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX + + MRS. MARY BLAIZE + + BY + + DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH + + [Illustration] + + Good people all, + with one accord, + Lament for + Madam Blaize, + Who never wanted + a good word-- + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + _From those_ + + [Illustration] + + _who spoke her praise._ + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + The needy seldom pass'd her door, + And always found her kind; + She freely lent to all the poor-- + + [Illustration] + + _Who left_ + + [Illustration] + + _a pledge behind._ + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + She strove the neighbourhood to please + With manners wondrous winning; + + And never follow'd wicked ways-- + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + _Unless when she was sinning._ + + [Illustration] + + At church, in silks and satins new, + With hoop of monstrous size, + She never slumber'd in her pew-- + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + _But when she shut her eyes._ + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Her love was sought, I do aver, + By twenty beaux and more; + The King himself has follow'd her-- + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + _When she has walk'd before._ + + [Illustration] + + But now, her wealth and finery fled, + Her hangers-on cut short-all: + The Doctors found, when she was dead, + _Her last disorder mortal_. + + [Illustration] + + Let us lament, in sorrow sore, + For Kent Street well may say, + That had she lived a twelvemonth more,-- + _She had not died to-day_. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + THE GREAT PANJANDRUM + HIMSELF + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf + + [Illustration] + + to make + + [Illustration] + + an apple-pie; + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its + head into the shop. + + [Illustration] + + What! no soap? + + [Illustration] + + So he died, + + [Illustration] + + and she very imprudently married the Barber: + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + and there were present + + [Illustration] + + the Picninnies, + and the Joblillies, + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + and the Garyulies, + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + and the great Panjandrum himself, with + the little round button at top; + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + and they all fell to playing the game of + catch-as-catch-can, + + [Illustration] + + till the gunpowder ran out at the heels + of their boots. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Panjandrum Picture Book, by Randolph Caldecott + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28701.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28701.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..84515be3a4ef61fe45f884ba2017604be99aa1c6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28701.txt @@ -0,0 +1,603 @@ + + + + + +STORIES OF W.W. JACOBS + +COMPLETE, VOLUMES I - XVI + +By W.W. Jacobs + + +AT SUNWICH PORT + +THE SKIPPER'S WOOING + +THE BROWN MAN'S SERVANT + +A MASTER OF CRAFT + +SALTHAVEN + +DIALSTONE LANE + + +SHIPS COMPANY + +FINE FEATHERS + +FRIENDS IN NEED + +GOOD INTENTIONS + +FAIRY GOLD + +WATCH-DOGS + +THE BEQUEST + +THE GUARDIAN ANGEL + +DUAL CONTROL + +SKILLED ASSISTANCE + +FOR BETTER OR WORSE + +THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA + +"MANNERS MAKYTH MAN" + + +THE LADY OF THE BARGE + +THE LADY OF THE BARGE + +THE MONKEY'S PAW + +BILL'S PAPER CHASE + +THE WELL + +CUPBOARD LOVE + +IN THE LIBRARY + +CAPTAIN ROGERS + +A TIGER'S SKIN + +A MIXED PROPOSAL + +AN ADULTERATION ACT + +A GOLDEN VENTURE + +THREE AT TABLE +SAILORS' KNOTS + +DESERTED + +HOMEWARD BOUND + +SELF-HELP + +SENTENCE DEFERRED + +"MATRIMONIAL OPENINGS" + +ODD MAN OUT + +"THE TOLL-HOUSE" + +PETER'S PENCE + +THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY + +PRIZE MONEY + +DOUBLE DEALING + +KEEPING UP APPEARANCES + + +CAPTAINS ALL + +CAPTAINS ALL + +THE BOATSWAIN'S MATE + +THE NEST EGG + +THE CONSTABLE'S MOVE + +BOB'S REDEMPTION + +OVER THE SIDE + +THE FOUR PIGEONS + +THE TEMPTATION OF SAMUEL BURGE + +THE MADNESS OF MR. LISTER + +THE WHITE CAT + + +DEEP WATERS + +SHAREHOLDERS + +PAYING OFF + +MADE TO MEASURE + +SAM'S GHOST + +BEDRIDDEN + +THE CONVERT + +HUSBANDRY + +FAMILY CARES + +THE WINTER OFFENSIVE + +THE SUBSTITUTE + +STRIKING HARD + +DIRTY WORK + + +NIGHT WATCHES + +BACK TO BACK + +KEEPING WATCH + +THE UNDERSTUDY + +THE WEAKER VESSEL + +STEPPING BACKWARDS + +THE THREE SISTERS + +THE UNKNOWN + +THE VIGIL + +EASY MONEY + +HIS OTHER SELF + + +ODD CRAFT + +THE MONEY-BOX + +THE CASTAWAY + +BLUNDELL'S IMPROVEMENT + +BILL'S LAPSE + +LAWYER QUINCE + +BREAKING A SPELL + +ESTABLISHING RELATIONS + +THE CHANGING NUMBERS + +THE PERSECUTION OF BOB PRETTY + +DIXON'S RETURN + +A SPIRIT OF AVARICE + +THE THIRD STRING + +ODD CHARGES + +ADMIRAL PETERS + + +SHORT CRUISES + +THE CHANGELING + +MIXED RELATIONS + +HIS LORDSHIP + +ALF'S DREAM + +A DISTANT RELATIVE + +THE TEST + +IN THE FAMILY + +A LOVE-KNOT + +THE DREAMER + +ANGELS' VISITS + + +LIGHT FREIGHTS + +AN ODD FREAK + +A GARDEN PLOT + +PRIVATE CLOTHES + +THE BULLY OF THE "CAVENDISH" + +THE RESURRECTION OF MR. WIGGETT + +A MARKED MAN + +TO HAVE AND TO HOLD + +BREVET RANK + +TWIN SPIRITS + +SAM'S BOY + +JERRY BUNDLER + +FALSE COLOURS + + +SEA URCHINS + +SMOKED SKIPPER. + +A SAFETY MATCH. + +A RASH EXPERIMENT. + +THE CABIN PASSENGER. + +"CHOICE SPIRITS." + +A DISCIPLINARIAN. + +BROTHER HUTCHINS. + +THE DISBURSEMENT SHEET. + +RULE OF THREE. + +PICKLED HERRING. + +TWO OF A TRADE. + +AN INTERVENTION. + +THE GREY PARROT. + +MONEY CHANGERS. + +THE LOST SHIP. + + +MORE CARGOES + +SMOKED SKIPPER + +A SAFETY MATCH + +A RASH EXPERIMENT + +THE CABIN PASSENGER + +"CHOICE SPIRITS" + +A DISCIPLINARIAN + +BROTHER HUTCHINS + +THE DISBURSEMENT SHEET + +RULE OF THREE + +PICKLED HERRING + +TWO OF A TRADE + +AN INTERVENTION + +THE GREY PARROT + +MONEY-CHANGERS + +THE LOST SHIP + + + + + + + + + + + + + +ALPHABETICAL LISTING OF + +STORIES BY W.W. JACOBS + + +ADMIRAL PETERS + +ALF'S DREAM + +AN ADULTERATION ACT + +AN INTERVENTION + +AN ODD FREAK + +ANGELS' VISITS + +AT SUNWICH PORT + +BACK TO BACK + +BEDRIDDEN + +BEQUEST + +BILL'S LAPSE + +BILL'S PAPER CHASE + +BLUNDELL'S IMPROVEMENT + +BOATSWAIN'S MATE + +BOB'S REDEMPTION + +BREAKING SPELL + +BREVET RANK + +BROTHER HUTCHINS + +BROWN MAN'S SERVANT + +BULLY OF THE "CAVENDISH" + +CABIN PASSENGER + +CAPTAIN ROGERS + +CAPTAINS ALL + +CASTAWAY + +CHANGELING + +CHANGING NUMBERS + +CHOICE SPIRITS + +CONSTABLE'S MOVE + +CONVERT + +CUPBOARD LOVE + +DESERTED + +DIALSTONE LANE + +DIRTY WORK + +DISBURSEMENT SHEET + +DISCIPLINARIAN + +DISTANT RELATIVE + +DIXON'S RETURN + +DOUBLE DEALING + +DREAMER + +DUAL CONTROL + +EASY MONEY + +ESTABLISHING RELATIONS + +FAIRY GOLD + +FALSE COLOURS + +FAMILY CARES + +FINE FEATHERS + +FOR BETTER OR WORSE + +FOUR PIGEONS + +FRIENDS IN NEED + +GARDEN PLOT + +GOLDEN VENTURE + +GOOD INTENTIONS + +GREY PARROT + +GUARDIAN ANGEL + +HEAD OF THE FAMILY + +HIS LORDSHIP + +HIS OTHER SELF + +HOMEWARD BOUND + +HUSBANDRY + +IN THE FAMILY + +IN THE LIBRARY + +JERRY BUNDLER + + + + + + +KEEPING UP APPEARANCES + +KEEPING WATCH + +LADY OF THE BARGE + +LAWYER QUINCE + +LOST SHIP + +LOVE-KNOT + +MADE TO MEASURE + +MADNESS OF MR. LISTER + +MANNERS MAKYTH MAN + +MARKED MAN + +MASTER OF CRAFT + +MATRIMONIAL OPENINGS + +MIXED PROPOSAL + +MIXED RELATIONS + +MONEY-BOX + +MONEY-CHANGERS + +MONKEY'S PAW + +MORE CARGOES + +NEST EGG + +ODD CHARGES + +ODD MAN OUT + +OLD MAN OF THE SEA + +OVER THE SIDE + +PAYING OFF + +PERSECUTION OF BOB PRETTY + +PETER'S PENCE + +PICKLED HERRING + +PRIVATE CLOTHES + +PRIZE MONEY + +RASH EXPERIMENT + +RESURRECTION OF MR. WIGGETT + +RULE OF THREE + +SAFETY MATCH + +SALTHAVEN + +SAM'S BOY + +SAM'S GHOST + +SELF-HELP + +SENTENCE DEFERRED + +SHAREHOLDERS + +SHIPS COMPANY + +SKILLED ASSISTANCE + +SKIPPER'S WOOING + +SMOKED SKIPPER + +SPIRIT OF AVARICE + +STEPPING BACKWARDS + +STRIKING HARD + +SUBSTITUTE + +TEMPTATION OF SAMUEL BURGE + +TEST + +THIRD STRING + +THREE AT TABLE + THREE SISTERS + +TIGER'S SKIN + +TO HAVE AND TO HOLD + +TOLL-HOUSE + +TWIN SPIRITS + +TWO OF TRADE + +UNDERSTUDY + +UNKNOWN + +VIGIL + +WATCH-DOGS + +WEAKER VESSEL + +WELL + +WHITE CAT + +WINTER OFFENSIVE + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28723.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28723.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1c5cb7bbf55baefb222463ffd18eccd0e6a79733 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28723.txt @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + +SUSAN AND EDWARD: + +OR + +A VISIT + +TO FULTON MARKET + +[Illustration] + +NEW-YORK: + +S. M. CRANE, 374 PEARL STREET. + +Egbert, Hovey & King, Printers. + +1847. + + + + +SUSAN AND EDWARD; + +OR, + +A VISIT + +TO + +FULTON MARKET. + +[Illustration] + + With what high joy do children young + Behold the varied sight-- + As each new object strikes their view, + 'Tis seen with fresh delight. + O then, may wisdom's blessed way, + Be their choice from day to day. + + +NEW-YORK: + +S. M. CRANE, 374 PEARL-ST. + +1847. + +Egbert, Hovey & King, Printers. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +In New-York, there are a number of Market Houses. Those called Fulton +and Washington Markets are the largest. Fulton Market is at the East end +of Fulton-street, near the East River, and the Washington Market is on +the West end, near the North River. The first was formerly situated in +Maiden-lane, on the East River side, and was called Fly Market. The +latter was also in Maiden-lane, near Broadway, and went by the name of +Bear Market. These are the two principal markets. The next in size is +Catherine Market, in Catherine-street, East River. There is also, +Franklin Market, in Old Slip; Centre Market, in Grand, near +Orange-street; Clinton Market, North River, foot of Canal-street; Essex +Market, Essex-street; Grand-street Market, at the Williamsburgh Ferry; +and the Tomkins Market, at the junction of the Third Avenue and the +Bowery. + +_New-York_, 1831 + + + + +SUSAN AND EDWARD. + + +SUSAN AND EDWARD were two engaging little children. Their parents lived +in Pearl-street, in the great city of New-York, where the houses stand +close together like the rows of young peach or apple trees in a farmer's +nursery. Some of the houses are two, some three, and others even four +and five stories high, so that a skilful boy, with a good crossbow, +could scarcely shoot an arrow over them. Pearl-street, in which they +lived, is almost as crooked as the letter _S_, for it begins at the +Battery, near Broadway, and ends in Broadway, opposite the Hospital. + +SUSAN was the eldest; a modest child, not forward or bold in her +manners; very fond of play, and sometimes idle; but (to her praise be it +said) she was obedient to her parents. + +EDWARD was younger; a pert, active little boy; full of talk, and very +lively and engaging in his actions; sometimes very observing, and would +ask quite sensible questions for a lad of five years old. + +One pleasant morning in Autumn, Susan and Edward asked liberty to go +with their mother to Fulton Market. Having been put in neat trim, with +joyful hearts they set off, each with a small basket, to carry home +some light articles, which their mother might buy. Away they went +through Franklin Square, down Pearl-street to Peck-slip, then turning +into Water-street, they came to Fulton-street, at the foot of which +stands the market. + +See here they are all going towards the market. + +[Illustration] + +Fulton Market is a large building, filling up a whole square, and is +erected near the East River, opposite the town of Brooklyn, and close to +the ferry that crosses over to that thriving village. + +Now the first object that caught the sight of the children, were the +Butchers' Stalls, hung full of beef, pork, veal, mutton, all for sale +for ready pay to whoever will step up to buy. The little visitors saw +the men and boys busy whetting their long knives, and cutting and sawing +up the meat in suitable pieces for the buyers. The noise was something +like a company of mowers whetting their scythes, and their voices and +motion might be compared to a hive of bees. + +Their mother having got of the butcher, her supply of meat, they next +visited the fish stalls.--"O mother! mother!" said the lively little +boy, "see the fish all jumping alive. O look there! there!" Sure enough, +here were fish, just out of the river, where the fishermen keep them in +wooden cars or boxes, under water, till wanted to be put on the stall. +See here is a picture of a Salmon. + +[Illustration] + +The children took a walk around, to see the different kinds of fish, +displayed on the stalls. Here were to be seen the Sea-Bass, Black-fish, +the Sheep's-Head, the Pike, the Flounder, and a number of others, so +many that it would fill a good part of this little book, just to print +the pictures of them all. But we will give them one; this is the +Flounder. + +[Illustration] + +Then passing along they came to the Oyster and Clam stands. "Mother, I +do want _one_ oyster," said little modest Susan. "Only look what a big +pile. Mother, may I have a clam?" said the boy. The men would quickly +wait on them, by giving each what they asked for as a taste, and then +add fifty or a hundred more to fill the tin kettle, for the family's +supply. We will now print a picture of an Oyster opened. + +[Illustration] + +A large curious animal laid under one of the stalls. The children's +attention was drawn to it. "Do see, mother, what is that!" "It is a +Turtle," replied their mother. So they went and looked at it near by. It +laid on its back to prevent its crawling away. The fisherman was kind +enough to let the young visiters look at it till they were tired--and +then away they went to another part of the market. But we will first +show them a picture of a Turtle: see there he is on the next page, +almost big enough to frighten any body. + +These turtles are esteemed a great delicacy. People bring them all the +way from the West Indies, and sell them for a high price to the keepers +of the hotels, who make soup of them; the signs may be seen hanging at +the doors, in large capital letters; "TURTLE SOUP AT ELEVEN O'CLOCK, +THIS DAY--FAMILIES SUPPLIED." + +[Illustration] + +After this they went to another part of the building called the Country +Market. Here they were delighted with what they saw; and a great many +sights there were for such little prattlers. "O see, here is a Rabbit +with a white tail! see, see, Susan--do come this way." But Susan had her +fine blue eyes also engaged in viewing a cage of Pigeons, some of which +had their tails spread like a fan. They saw also a great many baskets of +Peaches, Apples, Potatoes, and Pumpkins, Watermelons, Cantaleupes, pile +upon pile, enough to make one ask, 'Where are all these to go? Who will +buy them?' But we must remember, that there are more than 200,000 mouths +to eat three or four times a day in New-York, enough to make way with +the loads of vegetables that are brought here every day for sale. + +[Illustration] + +There was a Peacock in one of the coops, with a long handsome tail. This +was a great sight for these young visiters. The feathers were beautiful +and of many colors; but he did not spread his tail before so many +people; besides he had not a suitable place; for they, being a proud +bird, like to be where the sun shines, and where they can strut about, +with their tail spread, when they make a most striking show. + +In short, here were sights enough to keep them looking half the day, if +their mother could have spared the time. There were coops of chickens, +ducks, geese, turkeys, guinea hens, bantas, and even quails alive! We +have not room to add pictures of all these: but we will one. See here is +a gobble turkey, who looks as if he was ready to fly at any body +dressed in red. + +[Illustration] + +So they spent some time very pleasantly at the market, and did not seem +hardly willing to come home, when their mother had finished supplying +all her wants. But at her call, like good obedient children, they +turned their faces homeward, and, hand in hand, went up Fulton-street to +Pearl-street, then up through Franklin Square, having their little +baskets filled with apples and peaches. When they arrived at their home, +with what delight and animation did they tell about what they had seen! +and long will they remember the morning walk with their mother to Fulton +Market. + +END + + + + +ESTABLISHED IN 1819. + + +STEPHEN M. CRANE, + +Successor to Mahlon Day, + +374 PEARL STREET, + +NEW-YORK, + +Offers for sale at wholesale and retail, an extensive variety of + +_Toy and Juvenile_ + +BOOKS. + +GAMES, PUZZLES, + +&c. &c. + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Archaic spelling was retained. This includes "visiters" and +"cantaluepes." + +Page 9, "sta ds" changed to "stands" (Oyster and Clam stands) + +Page 16, "Futon-street" changed to "Fulton-street" (went up +Fulton-street) + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28745.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28745.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..73100ddbca80d79b553af067ac87b03ed71d1006 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28745.txt @@ -0,0 +1,564 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: + +This text is intended for users whose text readers cannot use the "real" +(Unicode/UTF-8) version of the file. The "oe" ligature used in Latin +verses is shown in brackets as [oe]. All Greek text, including the title +of the book, has been transliterated and shown between +marks+: + + +Eugamoi, deipnôi tacheôs hekastos+ + +Typographical errors are listed at the end of the e-text.] + + + + ++CHÊNÔIDIA+. + + + [Bookplate: + 1650. SIGILL: COLL: HARVARD: CANTAB: NOV: ANGL: + The Gift of + Jacob Bigelow, M.D., + of Boston. + (H. U. 1806) + 13 Nov. 1871.] + + + + + Harvard College Library-- + from Dr. Bigelow-- + + + + + +CHÊNÔIDIA+, + + or + + THE CLASSICAL MOTHER GOOSE. + + +Argutos inter strepere anser olores. + + By + Jacob Bigelow + + + CAMBRIDGE: + _Printed_ (_Not Published_): + University Press. + 1871. + + + + + 1871, Nov. 13 + Gift of + Jacob Bigelow, M.D. LL.D. + of Boston. + (H. U. 1806.) + + + University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co., + Cambridge. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +The work familiarly known as "Mother Goose's Melodies" has the dignity +of being already an undoubted classic among the most incipient +cultivators of literature in the United States. It is a compilation +taken mostly from "Gammer Gurton's Garland" or the "Nursery Parnassus," +an English child's book about a century old, of which various editions +have been published in London, Glasgow, and other places. It is stated +in one of its late prefaces that it was originally issued at Stockton +in a small twopenny brochure, without date, printed by and for +R. Christopher. Sir Harris Nicholas says it appeared in the year +1783. The American "Mother Goose" contains many interpolated articles +indigenous in the Western hemisphere, which are of various, and some +even of doubtful merit. + +In England, the "Arundines Cami," the "Sabrinæ Corolla," and other +representative works of distinguished seminaries, have occasionally +drawn on "Gammer Gurton" for materials of their classic versions. These +versions are sometimes stately in their prosodial exactness, and at +other times as playfully loose as the original English ditties first +set to rhyme by Gurton and afterwards copied by Goose.[A] + +The _Chenodia_, now first printed, an experiment for the author's own +amusement, partly in classic verse of various metres, partly in mediæval +and unclassic rhyme, and partly, like the original English, in no metre +at all, is tendered as an offset for any disparagement of the dead +languages contained in two essays read in 1865 and 1866, at a time when +classical studies were paramount in Harvard University and other +colleges of the United States. + + J. B. + + + [Footnote A: There appears to be some reason for believing that + at least a century before Gammer Gurton's works were published in + England, a bodily "Mother Goose" was at work on the other side of + the Channel. In Scott's novel of "Woodstock," chapter 28, Charles + II., then a fugitive, says: "It reminds me, like half the things + I meet with in this world, of the 'Contes de Commère l'Oye.'" Not + having been able to obtain a sight of "Commère l'Oye," we must + leave the original claim for authorship as a field for future + controversy.] + + + + +CONTENTS. + + PAGE + + Sprattus et Uxor 9 + Par Avium 10 + Rex Arthurus 11 + Mors Turdo-Galli 12 + Puer Cæruleus 13 + Vetula Calceocola 14 + Canis Kevensis 14 + Diccora Dogium 15 + Thomæ Quadrijugæ 16 + Homunculus et Puellula 17 + Bopipias 20 + Advenæ Mendici 20 + Lunicola 21 + Magi Gothamenses 22 + Jackus et Jilla 23 + Felis in Fidibus 24 + Grumbo Gigas 25 + Miles Redux 26 + Ansercula 27 + Labor et Cura 28 + + + + +CHENODIA. + + +SPRATTUS ET UXOR. + + Jack Spratt could eat no fat, + His wife could eat no lean, + And so between them both + They licked the platter clean. + + Sprattus horrescens adipem recusat, + Uxor et non vult tolerare macrum: + Conjuges digni! potuêre sic de- + tergere lancem. + + +Sprattos ômêstês stear exeleipen; + Hê gunê sphodrôs apepheugen ischnon; + Eugamoi, deipnôi tacheôs hekastos + Pant' apoleichei.+ + + +PAR AVIUM. + + Two little birds were sitting on a stone, + One flew away and then there was one, + T' other flew away and then there was none, + So the poor stone was left all alone. + + One of the little birds back again flew, + In came t' other and then there were two; + Says one bird to t' other, "How do you do?" + "Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?" + + Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo, + Quarum primâ abeunte superstitit inde secunda: + Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit, + Et saxum m[oe]rens in campo luget inani. + + Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una, + Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam: + Arreptâque manu, "Quid agis dulcissima rerum?" + "Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia quæ vis." + + +REX ARTHURUS. + + When King Arthur ruled the land, + He ruled it like a king: + He bought four pecks of barley-meal + To make a brave pudding. + + A pudding brave the king did make + And stuffed it well with plums; + Great lumps of suet he put into it, + As big as both his thumbs. + + The king and queen partook thereof, + And all the court beside; + And what they did not eat that night, + The queen next morning fried. + + Angliæ rex imperio potitus, + Hordei nactus modium farinæ, + Ordinat c[oe]nâ properè institutâ + Sternere mensam. + + Mira farrago exoritur culinâ, + Turgidis uvis maculata passis + Intus et frustis adipis referta + Pollicis instar. + + Rex et affines epulantur omnes + Principes magni dominæque lectæ: + Alma regina exoriente luce + Fragmina frixit. + + +MORS TURDO-GALLI. + + Who killed Cock Robin? + I, says the sparrow; + With my bow and arrow, + I killed Cock Robin. + + + Quis Turdo-gallum necavit? + En, adsum qui feci, + Qui telum conjeci; + Jaculis et arcu + Passer interfeci. + + +PUER CÆRULEUS. + + Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, + The cow's in the meadow, the sheep in the corn. + Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? + Under the haycock fast asleep. + + C[oe]rule parve puer, cornu nunc suscipe cantum. + Per segetes errant pecudes, per pascua vaccæ. + Ah, ubi nunc ovium custos tam parvulus absit? + En, gregis oblitus sub f[oe]no dormit opaco. + + +VETULA CALCEOCOLA. + + There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, + Who had so many children she didn't know what to do; + She gave them some broth without any bread, + And whipt them all soundly and sent them to bed. + + Calceus inclusit vetulam turbamque suorum, + Multum quæ luctans natos compescuit arctos; + Jus illis profert oblita apponere panem, + Verberibusque datis dormitum sæva remittit. + + +CANIS KEVENSIS. + + I am his Highness's dog at Kew. + Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? + + Principis excelsi coram canis ecce Kevensis. + Dic mihi vicissim quæso cujus canis es tu? + + +DICCORA DOGIUM. + + Dickory dickory dock, + The mouse ran up the clock, + The clock struck one, + The mouse ran down, + Dickory dickory dock. + + Diccora diccora dogium, + Ascendit mus horologium. + Insonuit hora, + Fugit mus sine morâ, + Diccora diccora dogium. + + +Dikkora dikkora dogion+ + Anebê mus eis hôrologion; + Hen! hôra ephê; + Ho de mus katebê. + Dikkora dikkora dogion.+ + + +Archete Dikkorikas moisai philai archet' aoidas. + Êgerthê poth' hurax, anebê d' eis hôrologêtên; + Kôdônos phthongon deinon katepheuge phobêtheis. + Lêgete Dikkorikas moisai ite lêget' aoidas.+ + + +THOMÆ QUADRIJUGÆ. + + Tom's coach and six, whither in such haste going? + But a short journey, to his own undoing. + + Quadrijugis Thomas quo nunc se proripit ille? + Abiit in celerem--brevis est via, nota--ruinam. + + +HOMUNCULUS ET PUELLULA. + + There was a little man, + And he wooed a little maid, + And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed? + I have little more to say, + Then will you ay or nay, + For the least said is soonest mended ded ded. + + Homunculus eximius puellulam amavit, + Quam ut nubendam duceret sic ore compellavit: + Quid verbis opus pluribus? Dic _volo_, dicve _nolo_, + Sat verbum sapientibus: responde sine dolo. + + Then the little maid replied, + "Should I be your little bride, + Pray, what shall we have for to eat eat eat? + Will the flame that you are rich in + Make a fire in the kitchen, + Or the little god of love turn the spit spit spit?" + + Responsum dat puellula,--Si flectar ad nubendum + Dic, quæso, quid cibarii habebimus edendum? + Amorem credis ignem in culinâ servaturum, + Aut parvulum Cupidinem jam veru versaturum? + + Then the little man replied, + And, they say, a little sighed, + For his little heart was big with sorrow sorrow sorrow, + "My offers are but small, + But you have my little all; + And what we haven't got we must borrow borrow borrow." + + Replicuit homunculus suspiriis convulsus, + Ingenti ægritudine cor parvulum perculsus, + Non multa quidem profero, sed omnia relinquo; + Et quicquid nobis deerit petemus a propinquo. + + The little man thus spoke; + His heart was almost broke; + And all for the sake of her charms charms charms. + So the little maid relented, + And softened she consented + The little man to take to her arms arms arms. + + Sic fatur ille lacrymans ex corde desolato, + Et propter pulchritudinem ad mortem vulnerato. + Mollitur tum puellula, amorem et agnovit, + Beatumque homunculum amplexu suo fovit. + + +BOPIPIAS. + + Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, + And couldn't tell where to find 'em. + Let 'em alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind 'em. + + Parvula Bopipias amissos quæritat agnos, + Nec reperire locum quo latuêre potest. + Desine, Bopipias, redeuntes nocte videbis, + Caudasque incolumes post sua crura ferent. + + +ADVENÆ MENDICI. + + Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, + The beggars have come to town; + Some in rags and some in jags, + And some in velvet gowns. + + En! cum canum latratu, + Et multo ululatu; + Veniunt mendici repentes, + Egeni, pannosi, + Squalentes, exosi, + Vel sericas togas gerentes. + + +LUNICOLA. + + The man in the moon came down at noon, + Inquiring the way to Norwich. + The man of the South has burnt his mouth, + Eating cold milk porridge. + + Lunicola, meridie, ad terram descendebat, + Et viam ad Norvicum assidue quærebat. + Australis vir ineptus est et os excoriavit, + Dum lacteum perfrigidum incontinens voravit. + + +MAGI GOTHAMENSES. + + Three wise men of Gotham + Went to sea in a bowl. + If the bowl had been stronger, + My song had been longer. + + Tres magi Gothamenses + In scypho mare tranant + Si cymba secura, + Canenda sint plura. + + Cives tres docti Gothamenses æquora verrunt, + Crater et fragilis corpora obesa vehit. + Mox en tempestas, surguntque ad sidera fluctus. + Musa dolens casum nunc memorare nequit. + + +JACKUS ET JILLA. + + Jack and Jill + Went up the hill, + To draw a pail of water; + Jack fell down + And broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after. + + Jackus cum Jillâ + Formosâ ancillâ, + Aquam hauriturus collem ascendebat; + Prolabitur Jackus, + Caput miserè fractus, + Et Jilla desperata in fatum ruebat. + + +FELIS IN FIDIBUS. + + Heigh diddle diddle, + The cat and the fiddle, + The cow jumped over the moon. + The little dog laughed + To see such a craft, + And the dish ran away with the spoon. + + Hidideldelis, + In fidibus felis, + Super lunam vacca saltavit. + Tum risit canicula, + Visâ re tam ridiculâ, + Et lanx cochleare raptavit. + + +GRUMBO GIGAS. + + Fee! faw! fum! + I smell the blood of an Englishman. + Dead or alive, I will have some. + + Fe! fau! fum! + Sanguinem odoror Anglicum. + Seu vivum seu mortuum, + Bibendum est mihi aliquantum. + + +Phê! phou! phôn! + Haimatos osphrainomai tôn Anglôn; + Ê nekron ê zôn + Chairêsô pinôn.+ + + +MILES REDUX. + + Who comes here? + A Grenadier. + What do you want? + A pot of beer. + Where's your money? + I've forgot. + Get you gone, + You drunken sot. + + Heus! Quis illic? + Ductor militiæ. + Quid petis hic? + Cantharum cervisiæ. + Ubi moneta? + Loqueris oblito. + O, ebriose, + In malum abito. + + +ANSERCULA. + + Goosey goosey gander, + Where shall you wander? + Up stairs, down stairs, + In my lady's chamber. + + Ansercula vagula, blandula, + Quæ nunc abibis in loca? + Sursum, deorsum, + In dominæ cubiculum. + + +LABOR ET CURA. + + Double double, + Toil and trouble. + Fire burn and + Caldron bubble. + + Ingeminat labor, + Ingeminante curâ, + Cum flamma ardescit, + Aqua ebullitura. + + + * * * * * + * * * * + * * * * * + +Handwriting: + +The following were written by hand in the original. The bookplate and +the title page are definitely by the same person; the others are less +certain. 1806 was Jacob Bigelow's Harvard graduation year. + + Bookplate: Text beginning "The Gift of..." + + "Harvard College Library, + from Dr. Bigelow--" + + Title Page: "By / Jacob Bigelow" + + Entire "Gift of..." section, ending with parenthesized "H. U. 1806" + + +Errata (noted by transcriber) + + Sprattos ômêstês stear exeleipen;+ + [Greek text printed with incorrect accents on last word] + PUER CÆRULEUS / C[oe]rule parve puer + [inconsistent spelling unchanged] + The man of the South has burnt his mouth, [. for ,] + Fee! faw! fum! + [hand-written correction "f/" in margin: third "f" is damaged so it + looks like "r" or "i"] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28747.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28747.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c95937903e66161b7bc0e70a6b2e16019c21db5b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28747.txt @@ -0,0 +1,395 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + +THE WORKS OF +OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES + +AN INDEX + +By Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +EDITOR'S NOTE: + +This is the physician and poet, not his son of the same name who was a +Supreme Court Justice and famous in his own right. Very early on Dr. +Holmes became my mentor and guide in the philosophy of medicine. Though +his world-wide fame was based on his prose and poetry, he was an +eminent leader in medicine. Many—too many years ago I would often +assign Holmes' "Medical Essays" to a medical student whose sharp edges +of science needed some rounding-off with a touch of humanity. I have no +longer the privilege of assigning anything to anybody, yet encourage +any of you, especially any who may be physicians, to read the thoughts +of a family doctor of the early 1800's. +David Widger + + + + +AUTOCRAT AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + +THE PROFESSOR AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + +THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + +OVER THE TEACUPS + +ELSIE VENNER + +THE GUARDIAN ANGEL + +A MORTAL ANTIPATHY + +PAGES FROM AND OLD VOLUME OF LIFE + +MEDICAL ESSAYS + +MEMOIR OF JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY + + + + +AUTOCRAT AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + + + +THE PROFESSOR AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + + PREFACE TO REVISED EDITION. + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION + +THE PROFESSOR AT THE BREAKFAST-TABLE. + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + + + +THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE + +PREFACE. + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST-TABLE. + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + + + +OVER THE TEACUPS + +PREFACE. + +OVER THE TEACUPS. + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII. + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + + + +ELSIE VENNER + +PREFACE. + +A SECOND PREFACE. + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +ELSIE VENNER. + CHAPTER I. THE BRAHMIN CASTE OF NEW ENGLAND. + CHAPTER II. THE STUDENT AND HIS CERTIFICATE. + CHAPTER III. MR. BERNARD TRIES HIS HAND. + CHAPTER IV. THE MOTH FLIES INTO THE CANDLE. + CHAPTER V. AN OLD-FASHIONED DESCRIPTIVE CHAPTER. + CHAPTER VI. THE SUNBEAM AND THE SHADOW. + CHAPTER VII. THE EVENT OF THE SEASON. + CHAPTER VIII. THE MORNING AFTER. + CHAPTER IX. THE DOCTOR ORDERS THE BEST SULKY. + CHAPTER X. THE DOCTOR CALLS ON ELSIE VENNER. + CHAPTER XI. COUSIN RICHARD'S VISIT. + CHAPTER XII. THE APOLLINEAN INSTITUTE. + CHAPTER XIII. CURIOSITY. + CHAPTER XIV. FAMILY SECRETS. + CHAPTER XV. PHYSIOLOGICAL. + CHAPTER XVI. EPISTOLARY. + CHAPTER XVII. OLD SOPHY CALLS ON THE REVEREND DOCTOR. + CHAPTER XVIII. THE REVEREND DOCTOR CALLS ON BROTHER FAIRWEATHER. + CHAPTER XIX. THE SPIDER ON HIS THREAD. + CHAPTER XX. FROM WITHOUT AND FROM WITHIN. + CHAPTER XXI. THE WIDOW ROWENS GIVES A TEA-PARTY. + CHAPTER XXII. WHY DOCTORS DIFFER. + CHAPTER XXIII. THE WILD HUNTSMAN. + CHAPTER XXIV. ON HIS TRACKS. + CHAPTER XXV. THE PERILOUS HOUR. + CHAPTER XXVI. THE NEWS REACHES THE DUDLEY MANSION. + CHAPTER XXVII. A SOUL IN DISTRESS. + CHAPTER XXVIII. THE SECRET IS WHISPERED. + CHAPTER XXIX. THE WHITE ASH. + CHAPTER XXX. THE GOLDEN CORD IS LOOSED. + CHAPTER XXXI. MR. SILAS PECKHAM RENDERS HIS ACCOUNT. + CHAPTER XXXII. CONCLUSION. + + + + +THE GUARDIAN ANGEL + +TO MY READERS. + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +THE GUARDIAN ANGEL + + CHAPTER I. AN ADVERTISEMENT. + CHAPTER II. GREAT EXCITEMENT + CHAPTER III. ANTECEDENTS. + CHAPTER IV. BYLES GRIDLEY, A. M. + CHAPTER V. THE TWINS. + CHAPTER VI. THE USE OF SPECTACLES. + CHAPTER VII. MYRTLE'S LETTER—THE YOUNG MEN'S PURSUIT. + CHAPTER VIII. DOWN THE RIVER. + CHAPTER IX. MR. CLEMENT LINDSAY RECEIVES A LETTER, AND BEGINS HIS ANSWER. + CHAPTER X. MR. CLEMENT LINDSAY FINISHES HIS LETTER—WHAT CAME OF IT. + CHAPTER XI. VEXED WITH A DEVIL. + CHAPTER XII. SKIRMISHING. + CHAPTER XIII. BATTLE. + CHAPTER XIV. FLANK MOVEMENT. + CHAPTER XV. ARRIVAL OF REINFORCEMENTS. + CHAPTER XVI. VICTORY. + CHAPTER XVII. SAINT AND SINNER + CHAPTER XVIII. VILLAGE POET. + CHAPTER XIX. SUSAN'S YOUNG MAN. + CHAPTER XX. THE SECOND MEETING. + CHAPTER XXI. MADNESS? + CHAPTER XXII. A CHANGE OF PROGRAMME. + CHAPTER XXIII. MYRTLE HAZARD AT THE CITY SCHOOL. + CHAPTER XXIV. MUSTERING OF FORCES. + CHAPTER XXV. THE POET AND THE PUBLISHER. + CHAPTER XXVI. MRS. CLYMER KETCHUM'S PARTY. + CHAPTER XXVII. MINE AND COUNTERMINE. + CHAPTER XXVIII. MR. BRADSHAW CALLS ON MISS BADLAM + CHAPTER XXIX. MISTRESS KITTY FAGAN CALLS ON MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY. + CHAPTER XXX. MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY CALLS ON MISS CYNTHIA BADLAM. + CHAPTER XXXI. MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY CONSULTS WITH JACOB PENHALLOW, ESQUIRE + CHAPTER XXXII. SUSAN POSEY'S TRIAL. + CHAPTER XXXIII. JUST AS YOU EXPECTED. + CHAPTER XXXIV. MURRAY BRADSHAW PLAYS HIS LAST CARD. + CHAPTER XXXV. THE SPOTTED PAPER. + CHAPTER XXXVI. CONCLUSION. + + + + +A MORTAL ANTIPATHY + + PREFACE. + +INTRODUCTION. + +THE NEW PORTFOLIO: FIRST OPENING. + +A MORTAL ANTIPATHY. + + I. GETTING READY. + II. THE BOAT-RACE. + III. THE WHITE CANOE. + IV. THE YOUNG SOLITARY + V. THE ENIGMA STUDIED. + VI. STILL AT FAULT. + VII. A RECORD OF ANTIPATHIES + VIII. THE PANSOPHIAN SOCIETY. + IX. THE SOCIETY AND ITS NEW SECRETARY. + X. A NEW ARRIVAL. + XI. THE INTERVIEWER ATTACKS THE SPHINX. + XII. MISS VINCENT AS A MEDICAL STUDENT. + XIII. DR. BUTTS READS A PAPER. + XIV. MISS VINCENT'S STARTLING DISCOVERY. + XV. DR. BUTTS CALLS ON EUTHYMIA. + XVI. MISS VINCENT WRITES A LETTER. + XVII. Dr. BUTTS'S PATIENT. + XVIII. MAURICE KIRKWOOD'S STORY OF HIS LIFE. + XIX. THE REPORT OF THE BIOLOGICAL COMMITTEE. + XX. DR. BUTTS REFLECTS. + XXI. AN INTIMATE CONVERSATION. + XXII. EUTHYMIA. + XXIII. THE MEETING OF MAURICE AND EUTHYMIA. + XXIV. THE INEVITABLE. + + +POSTSCRIPT: AFTER-GLIMPSES. + +MISS LURIDA VINCENT TO MRS. EUTHYMIA KIRKWOOD. + +DR. BUTTS TO MRS. EUTHYMIA KIRKWOOD. + +DR. BUTTS TO MRS. BUTTS. + + + + +PAGES FROM AND OLD VOLUME OF LIFE + + +BREAD AND THE NEWSPAPER. + +MY HUNT AFTER "THE CAPTAIN." + +THE INEVITABLE TRIAL + +CINDERS FROM THE ASHES. + +THE PULPIT AND THE PEW. + + + + +MEDICAL ESSAYS + + +PREFACE. + +A SECOND PREFACE. + +PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION. + +HOMOEOPATHY AND ITS KINDRED DELUSIONS + +THE CONTAGIOUSNESS OF PUERPERAL FEVER + +CURRENTS AND COUNTER-CURRENTS IN MEDICAL SCIENCE + +BORDER LINES OF KNOWLEDGE IN SOME PROVINCES OF MEDICAL SCIENCE. + +SCHOLASTIC AND BEDSIDE TEACHING. + +THE MEDICAL PROFESSION IN MASSACHUSETTS. + +THE YOUNG PRACTITIONER + +MEDICAL LIBRARIES. + +SOME OF MY EARLY TEACHERS + +APPENDUM + +NOTES TO THE ADDRESS ON CURRENTS AND COUNTER CURRENTS IN MEDICAL SCIENCE. + + + + +MEMOIR OF JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY + + Volume I. + I. 1814-1827. To AEt. 13. + II. 1827-1831. AEt. 13-17. + III. 1832-1833. AEt. 18-19. + IV. 1834-1839. 2Et. 20-25. + V. 1841-1842. AEt. 27-28. + VI. 1844. AEt. 30. + VII. 1845-1847. AEt. 31-33. + VIII. 1847-1849. AEt. 33-35. + IX. 1850. AEt. 36. + X. 1851-1856. AEt. 37-42. + XI. 1856-1857. AEt. 42-43. + XII. 1856-1857. AEt. 42-43. + XIII. 1858-1860. AEt. 44-46. + XIV. 1859. AEt. 45. + XV. 1860. At. 46. + Volume II. + XVI. 1860-1866. AEt. 46-52. + XVII. 1861-1863. AEt. 47-49. + XVIII. 1866-1867. AEt. 52-43. + XIX. 1867-1868. AEt. 53-54. + XX. 1868-1869. AEt. 54-55. + XXI. 1869-1870. AEt. 55-56. + Volume III. + XXII. 1874. AEt. 60. + XXIII. 1874-1877. AEt. 60-63. + XXIV. CONCLUSION. + +APPENDIX. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28771.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28771.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..62bbdddbf1515d007b3e5fae2d834892b828ff49 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28771.txt @@ -0,0 +1,532 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + CHILD MAIDELVOLD + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +CHILD MAIDELVOLD. + + +The fair Sidselil, of all maidens the flower, +With her mother the Queen sat at work in her bower. + +So hard at the woof the fair Sidselil plies, +That out from her bosom, so white, the milk flies. + +"Now hear thou, O Sidselil, child of my heart, +What causes the milk from thy bosom to start?" + +"O that is not milk, my dear mother, I vow, +It is but the mead I was drinking just now." + +"Unlike are the two, most unlike to the sight, +The one it is brown, and the other is white." + +"I see it is best that the truth be declared, +The handsome Child Maidelvold me has ensnared." + +"And if it be truth what thou now hast declared, +And handsome Child Maidelvold thee has ensnared, + +"Aloft on the gallows I'll hang him, I trow, +And burn thee to ashes the gallows below." + +Proud Sidselil she her blue mantle puts on, +And unto Child Maidelvold's bower she is gone. + +With her fingers so tapering she twirled at the pin: +"Child Maidelvold rise, and with speed let me in." + +"I've summoned no one the tribunal before, +And at night to no one will I open my door." + +"Child Maidelvold rise, I beseech, in Christ's name, +I've spoke to my mother who knows of my shame. + +"Aloft on the gallows she'll hang thee, I trow, +And burn me to ashes the gallows below." + +"O I will not hang, my sweet maiden, for thee +And thou shalt not burn, my sweet maiden, for me. + +"Collect thou thy gold in the coffer with speed, +And I'll to the stable and saddle my steed." + +He flung round the maiden his mantle so wide, +And he lifted her up on his courser of pride. + +They came to the wood of the briar and rose, +There Sidselil craved for a while to repose. + +"Now art thou fatigued by thy journey, sweet love, +Or say, does the saddle too close for thee prove?" + +"I am not o'ercome by the journey, sweet love, +But the saddle too close for my burden doth prove." + +He spread on the cold earth his mantle so wide: +"Here rest thee a space and I'll watch by thy side." + +"O Jesus, that one of my maidens were near, +The pains of a mother are on me I fear." + +"Thy maidens are now at a distance from thee, +And thou hast no one to assist thee but me." + +"'Twere better to perish again and again, +Than thou should'st stand by me and gaze on my pain." + +"Then take off thy kerchief and cover my head, +And perhaps I may stand in the wise woman's stead." + +"One draught of pure water could'st thou bring me now, +To cheer up my heart that is sinking so low?" + +So faithful to her was the Child, and so true, +He fetched her the drink in her gold spangled shoe. + +Child Maidelvold sped through the forest so black, +He went to the fountain the wearisome track. + +And when he arrived at the fount in the vale, +Two nightingales sat there and sang him their tale: + +"Dead Sidselil lieth beneath the green bough, +With two little babes on her bosom of snow." + +He paid little heed to the nightingales' lay, +And traced through the forest his wearisome way. + +But, ah! what a spectacle burst on his view, +The little birds' story he found to be true. + +A grave broad and deep has Child Maidelvold made, +Therein the unfortunate three he has laid. + +As o'er them he clamped the mould down with his boot, +He thought that the babies screamed under his foot. + +Against a grey stone has the Child set his sword, +The point of the blade his heart mortally gor'd. + +He was true to his Sidselil whilst he had breath, +He lies 'neath the earth now beside her in death. + +*** Another, but widely different, version of this Ballad was printed in +_Romantic Ballads_, 1826, pp. 28-31, under the title _Sir Middel_. In +this version the name of the heroine is Swanelil, in place of Sidselil; +and that of the hero is Sir Middel, in place of Child Maidelvold. + + + + +SIR PETER. + + +Sir Peter and Kirstin they sat by the board, +Betwixt them in jest there passed many a word. + +"Now listen to me, good Sir Peter the knight, +Say, when wilt thou me to thy bridal invite?" + +"'Twill be held in a far distant country, I trow, +So far that to come quite unable art thou." + +"And though thou shouldst hold it, Sir Peter, in Rome, +If thou shouldst invite me I'd certainly come." + +"And if at my bridals thou wish to appear, +Behind thou must leave all thy red golden gear." + +"In my red golden gear I will ever go dight, +For it was not gained by dishonor, Sir Knight." + +Sir Peter he bids them his bridals get ready, +Cries Kirstin: "Now shoe ye my palfrey so steady." + +Fair Kirstin she saddles her courser so gray, +To the house of Sir Peter she taketh her way. + +She rides her horse into Sir Peter's court yard, +And there stood the knight, clad in sable and mard. + +"Now hear thou, Sir Peter, so handsome and fine, +Say, may I this day skink before thee the wine?" + +"To skink wine before me if thee I permit, +Thou on the stone bench with the servants shalt sit." + +Adown her cheeks trickled the tear-drops so free-- +How hard by each mortal insulted to be! + +To the high and wide hall good Sir Peter proceeds, +Fair Kirstin behind him in rich scarlet weeds. + +A coronet glittered her temples upon, +And full of gold rings were her fingers, each one. + +When into the hall little Kirstin she came, +Uprose to receive her each maiden and dame. + +She took in her fair hand the white silver can, +To skink mead before the young knight she began. + +The youthful bride said to her servant: "Canst tell +The name of that skinker, that sweet demoiselle?" + +Then answered the servant, as low as she might: +"'Tis only Sir Peter his love-lady light." + +"And if he possessed such a leman, why rode +Sir Peter the knight to my father's abode? + +"And had good Sir Peter a leman so brave, +O why did he me of my father e'er crave. + +"More gold she displays on her ten fingers small, +Than my father could show in his good castle all." + +Now o'er was the supper, the laugh and the song, +To retire to her bed the young bride she doth long. + +With the bride to the bridal apartment they go, +Fair Kirstin in front bears the yellow flambeau. + +The bride in the soft bridal couch they have plac'd, +To come to her arms good Sir Peter made haste. + + + + +INGEFRED AND GUDRUNE. + + +Ingefred and Gudrune they sate in their bower, +Each bloomed a beauteous fragrant flower-- + _So sweet it is in summer tide_! + +A working the gold fair Ingefred kept, +Still sate Gudrune, and bitterly wept. + +"Dear sister Gudrune so fain I'd know +Why down thy cheek the salt tears flow?" + +"Cause enough have I to be thus forlorn, +With a load of sorrow my heart is worn. + +"Hear, Ingefred, hear what I say to thee, +Wilt thou to-night stand bride for me? + +"If bride for me thou wilt stand to-night, +I'll give thee my bridal clothes thee to requite. + +"And more, much more to thee I'll give, +All my bride jewels thou shalt receive." + +"O I will not stand for bride in thy room, +Save I also obtain thy merry bridegroom." + +"Betide me whatever the Lord ordain +From me my bridegroom thou never shalt gain." + +In silks so costly the bride they arrayed, +And unto the kirk the bride they conveyed. + +In golden cloth weed the holy priest stands, +He joins of Gudrune and Samsing the hands. + +O'er the downs and green grass meadows they sped, +Where the herdsman watched his herd as it fed. + +"Of thy beauteous self, dear Damsel, take heed, +Ne'er enter the house of Sir Samsing, I rede. + +"Sir Samsing possesses two nightingales +Who tell of the Ladies such wondrous tales. + +"With their voices of harmony they can declare +Whether maiden or none has fallen to his share." + +The chariot they stopped in the green wood shade, +An exchange 'twixt them of their clothes they made. + +They change of their dress whatever they please, +Their faces they cannot exchange with like ease. + +To Sir Samsing's house the bride they conveyed, +Of the ruddy gold no spare was made. + +On the bridal throne the bride they plac'd, +They skinked the mead for the bride to taste. + +Then said from his place the court buffoon, +"Methinks thou art Ingefred not Gudrune." + +From off her hand a gold ring she took, +Which she gave the buffoon with entreating look. + +Said he: "I'm an oaf and have drunk too hard, +To words of mine pay no regard." + +'Twas deep at night, and down fell the mist, +To her bed the young bride they assist. + +Sir Samsing spoke to his nightingales twain: +"Before my young bride sing now a strain. + +"A song now sing which shall avouch +Whether I've a maiden or none in my couch." + +"A maid's in the bed, that's certain and sure, +Gudrune is standing yet on the floor." + +"Proud Ingefred straight from my couch retire! +Gudrune come hither, or dread my ire! + +"Now tell me, Gudrune, with open heart, +What made thee from thy bed depart?" + +"My father, alas! dwelt near the strand, +When war and bloodshed filled the land. + +"Full eight there were broke into my bower, +One only ravished my virgin flower." + +Upon her fair cheek he gave a kiss: +"My dearest, my dearest, all sorrow dismiss; + +"My swains they were that broke into thy bower, +'Twas I that gathered thy virgin flower." + +Fair Ingefred gained, because bride she had been, +One of the King's knights of handsome mien. + + + + +SIR RIBOLT. + + +Ribolt the son of a Count was he-- +Gulborg he courted in secrecy. + +Since she was a child the maid he woo'd, +And till she had come to womanhood. + +"Gulborg do thou become my bride, +In a better land then thou shalt reside. + +"Unto the land I thee will bear, +Where grief ne'er comes the mind to tear. + +"To an island 'neath a blissful sky, +Where thou shalt live and never die." + +"To the land thou never me wilt bear, +But grief shall come the mind to tear. + +"Nor me to the isle wilt thou convey +Where I've no death to the Lord to pay." + +"O there no grass but the leek up-springs, +And there no bird but the cuckoo sings. + +"No other water flows than wine, +Thou may'st believe these words of mine." + +"But how from the Castle can I fly? +So many watch incessantly. + +"I'm watched by father, watched by mother, +By sister I am watched, and brother. + +"I'm watched by the man to whom I'm plighted, +And I fear him more than the rest united." + +"Although by all thy clan controll'd, +Thy promise to me thou yet shall hold. + +"In my acton blue I thee will case, +And my golden helm on thy head I'll place. + +"I'll gird thee with my sword of worth, +Then none will think that a maid rides forth. + +"Decked with my gilded spurs so free, +Thou off may'st ride though thy father see." + +O'er her he threw his mantle wide, +And set her upon his steed of pride. + +When on the moor themselves they found, +Met them a Count, in arms renown'd. + +"Here, Ribolt, hear, dear comrade mine, +Say, who's that fair young page of thine?" + +"Comrade, it is my youngest brother, +I've ta'en him from his doting mother." + +"It little avails such tales to tell; +Gulborg, Gulborg, I know thee well. + +"Thy scarlet dress thou may'st disguise, +But thy cheeks of rose I recognise. + +"Thy hair I know of fairest sort, +For long I've served at thy father's court. + +"By thy garb and shoon I know thee not, +But I know the knight who thy troth has got." + +A bracelet drew she forth of gold, +And gave it to that Count so bold: + +"Where'er thou rest thee at close of day, +Be sure no word of me thou say." + +The Count he rode to Kulloe house, +Where the kemps were drinking a deep carouse. + +He enter'd at Sir Truid's gate-- +At his table wide Sir Truid sate. + +"Here, Truid, thou sitt'st the red wine taking, +Whilst Ribolt off with thy bride is making." + +Then through his hall Sir Truid roar'd: +"Up, up, ye knights, take helm and sward!" + +Barely a mile had they advanced +When fair Gulborg behind her glanced. + +"O yonder my father's steed I see, +And the knight who is betrothed to me." + +"Gulborg, be therefore in no pain, +But hold our steeds by the bridle rein. + +"And though to earth thou see me fall, +Gulborg thou must not upon me call. + +"And though thou see me freely bleed, +Let not my name from thy mouth proceed." + +His helm on his head Sir Ribolt cast, +Gulborg with her fair hands laced it fast. + +Then, crying his cry, he slays outright +Her father dear and her plighted knight, + +And, at the second "Halloo," he slew +Her brothers with locks of yellow hue. + +"Desist, O Ribolt, my heart's ador'd, +'Tis time, 'tis time to sheath thy sword. + +"My youngest brother I pray thee spare, +That he to my mother may tiding bear; + +"Bear her the tidings of the slaughter, +O would she never had borne a daughter!" + +Scarce had the name of Ribolt sounded, +When Ribolt tottered, deadly wounded. + +He sheathed his faulchion, blood be-dyed: +"Come, dear Gulborg, we hence will ride." + +They thread the mazes of the wood, +No word escaped him, bad or good. + +"Hear, Ribolt, hear, my destined mate, +Why art not glad as thou wast of late?" + +"Gulborg, I feel my life-blood leak, +Gulborg, I feel me faint and weak. + +"But chiefly, chiefly I look not pleas'd +Because Death's hand my heart has seiz'd." + +"Myself of my girdle I'll dis-array, +And thy streaming blood will stanch and stay." + +"God bless thee ever, my own true love, +Of service slight will thy girdle prove." + +And when to the Castle gate they won, +His mother stood there and leaned thereon. + +"Welcome, my son, thou art welcome twice, +And thy fair young bride she is welcome thrice. + +"I ne'er have seen a bride so pale +Come travelling over hill and dale." + +"If pale she be is a wonder slight, +When she has witness'd so hard a fight. + +"God grant I may retain my breath +Whilst parting presents I bequeath. + +"To my father I give my courser tall, +O mother I pray thee a priest to call. + +"And unto my brother, who's standing near, +I give Gulborg whom I love so dear." + +"O willingly her to wife I'd take, +If, brother, 'twere not for the black sin's sake." + +"May the Lord God me in my trouble aid, +So sure as she is for me a maid. + +"'Twas only once that I had the bliss +From her rosy mouth to snatch a kiss." + +"O better, better to sink in death, +Than unto two brothers plight my faith." + +Ribolt was dead ere the cock did cry, +Gulborg was dead ere the sun was high. + +They bore from the Castle corses three, +A handsome corse was each to see. + +The one was Ribolt, the other his bride, +His mother the third, of grief she died. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28772.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28772.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c7938585610c732d350ddf97b692355874b0b3fe --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28772.txt @@ -0,0 +1,436 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + ELLEN OF VILLENSKOV + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +ELLEN OF VILLENSKOV. + + +There lies a wold in Vester Haf, + There builds a boor his hold; +And thither he carries hawk and hound, + He'll stay through winter's cold. + +He takes with him both hound and cock, + He means there long to stay; +The wild deer in the wood that are + For his arrival pay. + +He hews the oak and poplar tall, + He fells the good beech tree; +Then fill'd was the laidly Trold with spite + That he should make so free. + +He hews him posts, he hews him balks, + He early toils and late; +Out spake the Trolds within the hill: + "Who knocks at such a rate?" + +Then up and spake the youngest Trold, + As emmet small to view: +"O here is come a Christian man, + But verily he shall rue." + +Upstood the smallest of the Trolds, + And round he roll'd his eyes: +"O we will hie to the yeoman's house, + And o'er him hold assize. + +"He hews away our sheltering wood, + Meanwhile shall we be tame? +No! I from him his wife will take, + And make him suffer shame." + +All the Trolds in the hill that were + Wild for the fray upbound; +They hie away to the yeoman's house, + Their tails all curling round. + +Seven and a hundred were the Trolds, + Their laidliness was great; +To the yeoman's house they'll go as guests, + With him to drink and eat. + +The hound is yelling in the yard, + The herdsman blows his horn; +Crows the cock and clucks the hen + As the yeoman throws them corn. + +Of Villenskov the yeoman saw + The Trolds the window through: +"Now help me Jesu, Mary's son, + Those trolds have me in view." + +He sign'd the cross in every nook, + But mostly in his room; +Some of the Trolds in fright thereat + Flew to the forest's gloom. + +Some flew east, and some flew west, + And some flew north away; +And others flew to the valleys deep, + Where still, I trow, they stay. + +But ah! the smallest of the Trolds + Bold enter'd at the door; +For crossing he refus'd to flee, + Was bent on mischief sore. + +The housewife thought of a good device, + She plac'd him at the board, +And before him set both ale and meat, + With many a courteous word. + +"Hear, husbandman of Villenskov, + Attend to what I say; +Who has to thee permission given + To build where I have sway? + +"Since thou to build within my bounds + Hast ta'en the liberty, +Thou shalt to me thy housewife give, + For I with her will lie." + +Then answer made the hapless man, + As God gave him the thought: +"Thou shalt not Ellen get from me, + Like her I value nought." + +He answer made unto the Trold: + "Let but my wife alone, +And do thou take my money and goods, + And keep them for thy own." + +"Then I will Ellen take, and thee, + And tread ye both to gore; +And I will take thy silver and gold + And hide it 'neath my floor." + +The yeoman and his household all + Were seized with mighty fright: +"Better that one of us be lost + Than all destroy'd outright." + +Then up and stood the desp'rate man, + With sore affliction rife; +And he has given his Ellen dear + To the young Trold for wife. + +Then wax'd he glad, and sprang about, + So fondly her he pressed; +O then how pale her cheeks became, + She was so sore distrest! + +Then out and spake the afflicted Dame + Whilst shedding many a tear: +"O God in mercy look on me, + My fate is hard to bear. + +"I did possess as fair a man + As ever walk'd-on mead, +But now perforce with laidly Trold + Must do adulterous deed." + +He kiss'd her once, he kiss'd her twice, + Her heart yet sadder grew; +The laidliest Devil he became + That man did ever view. + +When the third time he her would kiss + She call'd on Mary's son; +Then he became a lovely knight, + His elfin shape was gone. + +It happen'd neath a linden green + He was from woe releas'd; +Then straightway fled all fear and dread, + So well they all were pleas'd. + +"Hear, thou beloved Ellenlile, + Consent my wife to be, +And all the gold in England's isle + I will bestow on thee. + +"When I was little, Death from me + My mother took away; +My step-dame drove me forth, and I + Became a Trold so gray. + +"I'll give thy husband gifts of price + And titles fair beside; +In verity, thou yeoman's dame, + Thou wilt become my bride." + +"Thou noble knight, we'll thank the Lord + From woe who set us free, +If thou wilt wed some fair young maid + You both may live in glee." + +"If thee I can't in marriage get + I'll have thy daughter bright, +And all thy benefits to me + By crowning her requite. + +"Thanks, Ellen, thanks, thou woman wise, + To praise thee I'll not cease; +If I may not thy love obtain + I'll leave thee here in peace." + +Now builds the yeoman on his isle, + And no one him offends; +His daughter bears old England's crown, + And happy days she spends. + +Now Ellen has, the yeoman's wife, + Escap'd from care and harm; +She's mother to a Queen, who sleeps + Within a Monarch's arm. + +Who bore him first a daughter fine, + And then a blooming heir; +They thank'd the Lord on every side + For all their fortune fair. + +The daughter now of Ellenlile + Of England has the sway; +And Ellen with her yeoman lives, + Each other's equals they. + + + + +URANIENBORG. + + + _From Heiberg_. + +Thou who the strand dost wander, + Thy steps, O traveller, stay! +Turn to the island yonder, + And listen to my lay. +Thy every meditation + Bid hither, hither stray: +On yonder banks its station + Had once a Castelaye. + +In long past days in glory + It stood, and grandeur sheen +Now 'twas so transitory + Its ruins scarce are seen. +But in old days I warrant + Its equal was not found; +From every side apparent + High tower'd it from the ground. + +For no sea-king intended + I ween was yonder hold; +Urania, it ascended + In praise of thee so bold. +Close by the ocean roaring, + Far, far from mortal jars, +It stood tow'rds heaven soaring, + And tow'rds the little stars. + +A gate in the wall eastward, + Display'd its mighty mouth; +There was another westward, + And spires stood north and south. +The dome itself, high rearing, + A slender spirelet bore, +Upon it, ever veering, + A Pegasus gilt o'er. + +Towers which the sight astounded + In north and south were plac'd; +Upon strong pillars founded, + And with fair galleries grac'd. +And there caught the attention + Of those that thither stroll'd, +Quadrants of hugh dimension, + And speres in frames that roll'd. + +From yonder Castle, gazing + Across the isle, you spied +The woods, their heads up-raising, + And ocean's bluey tide. +The halls the sight enchanted + With colours bright of blee; +The gardens they were planted + With many a flower and tree. + +When down came night careering + And vanish'd was the sun, +The stars were seen appearing + All heaven's arch upon. +Then far was heard the yelling, + When you thereto gave heed, +Of those that watch'd the dwelling, + Four hounds of mastiff breed. + +The good knight ceas'd to walk on + The fields of war and gore, +His helm and sword the balk on + He hung, to use no more. +From earth, its woe and riot, + His soul had taken flight, +When in his chamber quiet + He sat at dead of night. + +Then he his eye erected + Into the night so far, +And keen the course inspected + Of every twinkling star. +The stars his fame transported + Wide over sea and land, +And kings his friendship courted, + And sought his islet's strand. + +But point the stars from heaven + To lands far o'er the main; +He went, by fortune driven, + And ne'er returned again. +The haughty walls through sorrow + Have long since sunken low, +And heavy plow-shares furrow + Thy house, Urania, now. + +Each time the sun is sinking + It friendly looks on Hveen; +Its rays there linger, thinking + On what the place has been. +The moon hastes melancholy + Past, past the coast so dear, +And in love's transport holy + Shines Freya's starlet clear. + +Then suddenly takes to heaving + Of that same ruin'd hold +The basis deep, believing + It is some eve of old. +For many moments gladly + 'Twould rise up from the mould; +But ah! it can't, and sadly + Sinks in death's slumber cold. + + + + +THE READY ANSWER. + + +The brother to his dear sister spake; +"Wilt thou not quickly a husband take?" + +"Dear brother, I'll do no such thing, +I'm far too young for marrying." + +"Then why so oft do I hear it said +That thou preparest thee to wed?" + +"Ah! folks such store of scandal say, +That only fools attention pay." + +"Who was that gallant knight, that rode +This morning early from thy abode?" + +"A very gallant knight, indeed, +It was my page upon his steed." + +"What might that pair of shoes betide, +That lately stood by thy bedside?" + +"If pair of shoes stood ever there, +That pair of shoes my slippers were." + +"Those children small, how came they, say, +The other day in thy bed that lay?" + +"No children small I ween were they, +But pups with which I'm wont to play." + +"How happ'd this morn that baby scream. +Which from thy chamber broke my dream?" + +"O babes in that guise seldom squall, +My maid cried for her keys so small." + +"What might that splendid cradle mean, +Which hidden here I oft have seen?" + +"It was no cradle met thine eyes, +But my silk woof about that lies. + +"Brother if thou hast questions more, +I've other answers still in store." + +When women for answers are at stop, +There'll be in the main no water drop. + + + + +EPIGRAMS + + +1. + + +There's no living, my boy, without plenty of gold, +But gold to obtain you must ever be bold. +The Diver will never who feareth the shark +Bring up precious pearls from the sea caverns dark. + + + +2. + + +O think not you'll change what on high is designed, + Though you lift up your hands and to heaven you shout; +The Angel will grieve not, who governs the wind, + Though a gust should the lamp of the widow blow out. + + + +3. + + +Load not thyself with gold, O mortal man, for know + No strength thou'lt have for loads when summon'd hence away. +Avoid excess of meat, it maketh gross, I trow, + And gross thou must not be when summon'd hence away; +For through the narrow gate thou'lt find it hard to go + Of death, if thou art gross when summon'd hence away. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28774.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28774.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d44e4d680e7f6c88b54789dae76add0adf36bf0f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28774.txt @@ -0,0 +1,564 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + [Picture: Manuscript of Finnish Arts] + + + + + + FINNISH ARTS + OR + SIR THOR AND DAMSEL THURE + A BALLAD + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +FINNISH ARTS +OR +SIR THOR AND DAMSEL THURE. + + +Sir Thor was a knight of prowess tried, +The son of a king he was beside. + +He was a knight excelled by none, +At home such deeds of might he'd done. + +And not alone in his native home, +But manhood had he displayed at Rome. + +He faithfully served the emperor, +And hatred to all his foes he bore. + +King of Norroway was his sire, +His fame spreads over the world entire. + +He was a King both aged and grey, +So he summoned his son from Rome away. + +He summoned his son from Rome away, +To help him Norway's land to sway. + +As soon as the tidings reached Sir Thor, +He hied to the Roman Emperor. + +"Hail, Emperor Ludvig, great and brave! +Thy leave to return to my sire I crave." + +"Freely shalt thou permission gain, +And thy post shall vacant for thee remain." + +He greeted all the knightly train, +They begged him quickly return again. + +When from Rome he came to his own countrie, +His father welcomed him heartilie. + +His dear son married he fain would see, +And divide with him his domain would he. + +He envoys sends with all despatch +To seek a maid with his son to match. + +They travelled wide with unwearied mind +Before his equal they could find. + +O'er land and sea so wide they speed, +Until they reached the land of Swede. + +And when they reached the Swedish State, +They found one worthy to be his mate. + +Damsel Thura the maiden hight, +In Swedish land was none so bright. + +The loveliest maiden in all the land, +Her father was high Sir Sallemand. + +He was a noble rich and great, +His equal was not in Sweden's State. + +So glad to Norroway back they wend, +That the matter be brought to a happy end. + +They the tidings to their lord declare +That they had found a damsel rare. + +No fairer was in the Swede countrie, +Nor in all the isles there round that be. + +The heart of Sir Thor with joy beat loud +When they described the damsel proud. + +He spoke to his men, so gallant and stout, +Who were to attend him in his rout: + +"We must quickly away, so ready make, +I've sworn an oath I dare not break, + +"As soon as the lovely rose was found, +To her o'er land and sea to bound." + +They hoisted their sails on the yard so high, +And out of the haven away they fly. + +So gay thence sailed they every one, +To Sweden in less than a month they won. + +The noble he steered his ship to the land, +Sir Thor was the first who stepped on the sand. + +The knight he sprang on his courser red: +"God help us now to this lovely maid." + +As they through the land of Sweden hied, +The folks received them with joy and pride. + +To Sir Sallemand's house came Sir Thor on his steed, +Erect in his sables stood the Swede. + +"Here stand'st thou, Sir Sallemand, gallantly dight, +Say, wilt thou house me with thee to-night?" + +"As one from God thou shalt welcome be, +Respect and honour I pay to thee." + +To the hall of the women Sir Thor led they, +His eyes fell straight on the lovely may. + +They washed their hands and to table went, +With the music and talk were they well content. + +And when they had feasted all so free, +They cried for chess to increase their glee. + +"Sir Sallemand, listen to what I say, +May I at chess with thy daughter play?" + +"Yes, thou to play with her art free, +Whether within or without I be." + +The young Sir Thor and Thure the maid, +A game of chess at the table played. + +The longer they played, they happier grew, +Full pleased with each other were the two. + +"Hear thou, May Thure, thou lily bright, +Wilt thou with thy white hand thyself to me plight?" + +"Hear thou, Sir Thor, I tell thee plain, +My faith and troth thou may'st obtain. + +"My faith and troth I would plight to thee +If I knew thou would'st be true to me." + +"May Christ destroy the dastard vile +Who a noble maid would ever beguile!" + +She gave him her troth with her hand so fair, +But what she did more there was none aware. + +From his hand a gold bracelet he unbound, +And placed it the Damsel's arm around. + +"Hear me, May Thure," then said he, +"How long wilt thou tarry a maid for me?" + +"I will, Sir Thor, if need there be, +For eighteen winters wait for thee." + +"So long a time thou need'st not wait, +No longer a time than winters eight." + +When the eight winters they were o'er +The damsel began to grieve so sore. + +The damsel began to grieve so sore, +And briny tears from her eyes to pour. + +A noble Duke has paid her his suit, +A hero was he, on horse and on foot. + +The Duke to her royal father said: +"Wilt give me counsel thy daughter to wed? + +"And she I'll hold, till life depart, +As the only lady of my heart." + +So rash a man was Sir Sallemand, +To the Duke he promised his daughter's hand. + +"I'll give my daughter to thy good hand, +She never shall go into Norroway land. + +"Sir Thor shall never behold the day, +That he with her shall Norway sway." + +The Damsel Thure pined so sore, +And the tears afresh down her cheeks did pour. + +To the castle bridge she wends her way, +And watches the ships in the sound that lay. + +Their sails both brown and white she viewed, +And them with her fingers small she sewed. + +"I sewed like sails with these fingers of mine, +Perhaps Sir Thor yonder ploughs the brine." + +So she lamented in piteous guise, +But no one heard the maiden's cries. + +"To his true love each lad comes home, +And why not mine across the foam? + +"O would to Christ I had a friend, +That I to the shore a message might send. + +"I'd give him presents rich and fair, +If he would in secret my message bear." + +Straight then answered the little foot-boy: +"Thy message I'll bear to the strand with joy." + +The boy he ran to the yellow sand, +Sir Thor was steering his ship to the land. + +Sir Thor was the first who stepped to shore, +To him his message the foot-boy bore. + +"How speed the folk on this island, say? +How speeds fair Thure, my plighted may?" + +"O well doth she speed through heaven's grace, +To-morrow her bridal will take place. + +"She's betrothed to a Duke of high degree, +Live and die with her will he." + +"Ere he shall gain my betrothed may, +I'll have with that Duke a bloody fray." + +His cloak of sable he o'er him throws, +And unto Sir Sallemand's hall he goes. + +He took the shining chess-table of gold, +And into the high hall strode he bold. + +"Is there any man this hall within, +Who at chess with me a game can win? + +"Who a game at chess can skilfully play, +And win a foreigner's gold away?" + +All then sate so hushed and still, +None save May Thure would prove their skill. + +But Damsel Thure, she answered free: +"Yes, I will at chess-table play with thee." + +May Thure covered her golden head, +And unto her father she is sped. + +"Here thou sitt'st and drink'st wine from the shell, +And may I sit down at chess-table? + +"At the table a game of chess to play, +Will help to beguile the longsome day." + +"Yes, by the Saints! my daughter bright, +At chess thou may'st play from now till night. + +"At chess to play thou, my girl, art free, +Whether within or without I be." + +Thereto her mother answer made, +In evil arts she was deeply read: + +"Of Sir Thor the powerful have thou care, +Lest he at chess-table thee ensnare. + +"Do thou with thy maids in thy bower stay, +At tables of gold thou shalt not play." + +But the maid no ear to her mother lent, +To play at tables away she went. + +The first game on the board they played +Was won by Thure, the lily maid. + +"The eagle flies across the moor, +He heeds but little the tempest's roar. + +"All that he findeth he swalloweth, +How like to a woman devoid of faith!" + +"O do not cast such reproach at me, +Remember I waited eight years for thee." + +"Hear thou, Damsel, what word I say +Wilt follow me now to Norroway?" + +"I'll follow thee gladly to Norroway's land, +If I with thee can reach the strand." + +The Damsel she was a lily flower, +She followed Sir Thor to the rugged shore. + +He took her tenderly by the waist, +And on the gilt prow the Damsel placed. + +Sir Thor spread his sail on the yard-arm good, +And out to the open sea he stood. + +The wind filled bravely the silken sail, +The ship sprang lightly before the gale. + +Sir Thor he waved his hat with delight, +"Bid ye, Sir Sallemand, a long good night + +"And tell the Duke, when he comes to wed, +That Thor has taken his plighted maid." + +A messenger swift Sir Sallemand hailed: +"Away with thy daughter Sir Thor has sailed!" + +To that Sir Sallemand replied: +"She was his own betrothed bride." + +But her mother said with a grimly frown: +"They soon shall sink to the bottom down. + +"For I will cause a storm to blow, +Shall make them both to the bottom go." + +Proud Mette and her nine witches hoar, +They hurried screaming to the shore. + +She waked on the sea a tempest blast, +The sand from the bottom the waves upcast. + +For seven long days, and long nights seven, +Together were blended earth and heaven. + +But all the mother could send for their hurt, +With ease the daughter could avert. + +"O woe is me, how rash my part, +When I taught her all my secret art!" + +There was none on board that tide +Who was able the ship to guide, + +Save Damsel Thure, save her alone, +And of her little pages one. + +"Thou little page, if thou'lt stand by me, +Full fairly I reward will thee. + +"The best of scarlet thou shalt don, +And ride a noble horse upon." + +"I will faithfully by thee stand, +Until in safety we gain the land." + +Answers Sir Thor in the hold as he lies: +"Many suffer yet promise not in that guise. + +"And many as brilliant promises give, +Yet never perform them whilst they live." + +"Climb, little boy, on the mast so high, +And see if to land we are drawing nigh. + +"But whether thou steppest aft or afore, +Step not, I pray, on my bridegroom Thor." + +"O lady, no more of the land I see +Than the topmost bough of the good pine tree. + +"No more of the pomp of the world can I +Than just the top of the oak espy." + +"If the top of a tree salute thine eyes, +'Tis time to bid my bridegroom rise. + +"Sir Thor, arise, and stand on the prow, +The Lord to the haven brings us now." + +She steered the vessel towards the land, +Sir Thor stepped first upon the sand. + +The people of Norway thronged the shore, +They welcomed so well their King, Sir Thor. + +They welcomed and blest their King, Sir Thor, +But they welcomed and blest his lady more. + +The Damsel he took in such gallant way, +He lifted her up on his courser gray. + +He bore her to his own castle fair, +Where they did dwell devoid of care. + +His bridal with speed and with joy held he, +To his own repose and to her great glee. + +He embraced so fondly her dainty frame, +The crown he gave her and Queenly name. + +His palace she enters to wone therein, +She dons the scarlet and ermine skin. + +The scarlet she wears, and the gold-laced shoe; +May every knight as Sir Thor prove true! + +Sir Thor to his faith was steady and true, +And true to her troth was the lady too. + + + + +A NEW SONG +TO AN OLD TUNE + + +Who starves his wife, + And denies her clothing? +Bright the Shaker, + The humbug Quaker! + +_Merrily danced the Quaker's wife_, + _Merrily danced the Quaker_; +_But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance_, + _And he's too fat to caper_. + +He grudges the wretch a morsel of food, + He grudges her even clothing; +Once, 'tis said, to the cupboard she stole, + But there to steal found nothing. + +But Bright's as fat as a bacon hog, + The old outrageous sinner; +For he will stuff at any fool's cost, + Who'll ask him home to dinner. + +_Merrily danced the Quaker's wife_, + _Merrily danced the Quaker_; +_But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance_, + _And he's too fat to caper_. + +Who starves his wife, + And denies her clothing? +Bright the Shaker, + The humbug Quaker! + + + + +ODE +FROM ANACREON + + +The earth to drink does not disdain, +The trees drink of the earth full fain. + +Of the light air the sea drinks free, +The red sun drinketh from the sea, + +And the red sun, at pride of noon, +I've seen drunk up by the pale moon. + +Then why, friend, with me prove in ire, +That I to drink too feel desire? + + + + +LINES +FROM THE ITALIAN + + +"Repent, O repent!" said a Friar one day +To a reprobate wretch, as expiring he lay; + +"As I came up the stairs, I was frightened to see +The devil who's waiting to seize upon thee." + +"You saw him then truly?" "Too truly, alas!" +"And under what shape?" "Under that of an ass." + +"Well, well!" cried the sinner, "I am not afraid, +You've only been terrified by your own shade." + + + + +A DRINKING SONG + + +O how my breast is glowing + When I am drinking wine; +And how my verse is flowing + In honour of the nine. + +How vanish grief and sorrow + When I am drinking wine; +Each thought about the morrow, + Each project and design. + +Through roseate space I'm gliding + When I am drinking wine; +My spirit 'neath the guiding + Of Bacchus, the divine. + +I crown my head with flowers + When I am drinking wine, +And say: "Almighty powers, + A quiet life be mine!" + +The air with sweets perfuming, + When I am drinking wine, +I sit with damsel blooming + Beneath a spreading vine. + +No thought am I concealing + When I am drinking wine; +My bosom's all revealing, + I sit beneath the vine. + +My tongue I watch not over + When I am drinking wine; +My heart I all discover, + And naught within confine. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28816.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28816.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b01a136ebfff15e4868b27f7975e14dd358a28b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28816.txt @@ -0,0 +1,543 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + SIGNELIL + A TALE FROM THE CORNISH + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +SIGNELIL + + +The Lady her handmaid to questioning took: +"Why dost thou so sickly and colourless look?" + _But sorrow gnaws so sorely_! + +"'Tis little wonder if sickly I'm growing, + _Malfred my lady_! +So much am I busied with cutting and sewing." + +"Erewhile was thy cheek as the blooming rose red, +But now thou art pale, even pale as the dead." + +"To conceal the truth longer 'tis vain to essay, +My gallant young master has led me astray." + +"And if the young noble has led thee astray, +Say, what gave he thee for thy virtue in pay?" + +"He gave to me shoes were gold spangled all o'er, +And them have I worn with affliction so sore. + +"He gave to me also of silk a soft shift, +And with sorrow most painful I've worn the fair gift. + +"He gave me, Christ sain him! a gold ring so fine, +Whose match I can see on no finger of thine." + +"But what will avail thee his presents of price, +If he thee will not wed before God and men's eyes?" + +"O, he to espouse me so often has vowed, +And rich presents beside upon me has bestowed." + +"What will his vows help thee in secrecy spoke? +To many a maid them he has made and has broke." + +"O, I on the gold harp will play me a tune, +And the knight to his presence will summon me soon." + +With her fingers so tapering she struck the first chord, +That heard, as he dozed in his bed, the young lord. + +The gallant young lord to his waiting-boy said: +"Go straight, and call hither my mother's fair maid." + +The bedside he stroked with so gentle an air: +"Dear heart, sit thee down, for thy weight it will bear." + +"O no, by the Saints, I will never do that, +For there, noble Sir, I have ne'er before sat." + +"Though thou ne'er hast placed thee upon my bedside, +Thou hast slept in my arms embraced many a tide. + +"My spouse thou shalt be, yea, my heart's beloved spouse, +And I in thine arms every night will repose." + + + + +A TALE FROM THE CORNISH + + + In Lavan's parish once of yore, +Dwelt on the spot called Tshei an Hor, +A loving couple, man and wife, +But poverty distressed their life. +And thus the man his wife address'd: +"I'll wander forth of work in quest; +And you, my dearest, you can earn +Your living here till I return." + + His home he leaves, and, far from gay, +Towards the East he took his way. +At length a farmer's dwelling reaching, +He enter'd it, for work beseeching. +"What work canst do?" the farmer cried; +"All kinds of work, Sir," John replied. +Then straight they for a year agree, +Three pounds the wages were to be. + +And when the year to end had come +The master paid him down the sum. +"John," said his master, "here's your fee; +But if you'll it return to me, +A point of wisdom I will teach you." +Said John: "Give it me, I beseech you." +"No, no, to give is not my way." +"Take it," said John, "and say your say." +Quoth t'other: "This in memory hold: +_Ne'er for the new road leave the old_." + +They for another year agree, +The wages just the same to be; +And when the year its end had reached, +The farmer forth the three pounds fetched. +"John," said his master, "here's your fee, +But if you'll it return to me, +A point of wisdom I will teach you." +"Give it me, Sir, I do beseech you." +"For nought I will not speak, not I." +"Well, take it then," was John's reply. +Quoth t'other: "_Lodge not_, _for your life_, +_With an old man who's a young wife_." + +For yet a year they then agree, +The wages still the same to be. +And when the year to end had roll'd, +The three pounds out the master told. +"John," said the master, "here's your fee; +But if you'll it return to me, +I'll the best point of wisdom learn you." +"For that, Sir, I'll the wage return you." +The farmer said: "_Take this advice_, +_Ere striking once_, _bethink thee twice_." + +Now John would serve no longer there, +Home to his wife he would repair. +"Go not to-day," the farmer spake, +"To-morrow's my wife's day to bake; +She shall for you prepare a cake +Home to your faithful wife to take." + +The nine pounds in the loaf they hid, +And when John them adieu had bid, +The farmer cried: "I pray thee carry +This present home unto your deary; +And as ye two there merry make, +Then, and not till then, part the cake." + +John turned him homeward from the door; +And when he reach'd St. Eler's Moor, +He met three Tre-ryn merchants there +Returning home from Exeter. +"We're glad to see thee, John," they cried, +"Where hast thou been this long, long tide?" +Says John: "I'm just from service come, +And to my wife am journeying home." +"O travel with us," cried all three, +"And very welcome shalt thou be." + +Before them two roads they behold; +They took the new, John kept the old. +And as they passed by Keou Tshoy Un, +When they had just lost sight of John, +Thieves set upon them furiously, +Whereat they raised a doleful cry, +Which reaching John's ears on his rout, +"Murder!" and "Thieves!" he bellowed out. + +His clamour scared the robber train, +Who from the merchants sped amain. +And when they came to Market Jew +They to their joy met John anew, +And cried: "What thanks we owe thee, John! +We had for certain, every one, +Been ruined people, but for thee, +Come with us, thou'lt most welcome be." + +And when they reached the hostelrie +At which it was their wont to lie, +Quoth John: "The master I must view." +"The master! what with him wouldst do?" +They answered, "we've a mistress here, +And young enough she is, and fair; +To see the host, if you're inclined, +Him in the kitchen you will find." + +Into the kitchen John he goes, +And sees the master of the house, +An ancient man who turned the spit. +"O, ho!" said John, "this house I quit; +No sleeping place of it I'll make, +But in the next will quarters take." +"Do not go yet," they cried all three, +"Stay, sup with us, thou'lt welcome be." + +And now, with grief and shame, I say +That with a friar of orders grey +The mistress had contrived a plan +To murder the poor ancient man, +When sleep had bound the merchants fast, +And on their heads the crime to cast. + +John in the next house that same night +Saw through a hole i' the wall a light. +So getting up and gently walking, +He heard the friar and woman talking. +The friar said: "Against yon hole +My back I'll set, for fear some soul +From the next house our deeds should spy." + +The hostess then most cruelly, +With a silk handkerchief she bore, +Murdered her ancient husband poor, +Strangled him did the accursed slut. +But meanwhile through the hole John cut +A round piece from the friar's gown, +And then in bed again lay down. + +At morn ran out the hostess crying +That murdered was her husband lying; +And since nor man nor child had been, +Except the merchants, in the inn, +They should be hanged withouten fail; +They thereupon were led to jail. +John quickly them a visit paid. +"O, John! we've evil luck," they said; +"Last night the host was choked in bed, +And upon us the crime is laid." + +"Dear gentlemen," was John's reply, +"Beseech the Justice instantly +To cause them who the murder wrought +Into his presence to be brought." + +"But who knows who the deed has done?" +They faltered forth; then answered John: +"If I can't prove who did it, I +Will hang for it most willingly." + +"Speak out," they cried. Said John: "Last night, +Being in bed, I saw a light; +I rose, as if I'd had a call-- +There was a hole in the house wall, +'Gainst which his back a certain friar +Placed, thereby blinding it entire, +Lest, as he said, some curious eye +From the next house their deeds should spy. +I cut, meanwhile, to him unknown, +A large round piece from off his gown. +To prove that what I've said is true +I've in my pouch the piece to shew." +The merchants then were soon set free; +The murderers died on gallows tree. + +All three depart from Market Jew, +Together with their comrade true, +Far as Kuz carn na Huila went, +And thence their ways lay different. +Now though the merchants earnest were +That John should with them home repair, +He steadfastly refused their plea, +Longing his wife and home to see. + +When of the merchants he lost sight +He lounged away his time till night. +He'd fain know whether, while he roved +Abroad, his consort faithful proved. + +Arrived, he listened at the door, +And heard a man's voice, he was sure, +Within the bed; his knife he drew, +Resolved to slay the guilty two. +But soon remembering the advice, +"_Ere striking once_, _bethink thee twice_," +In hurry from the door he strode, +But soon returning knocked aloud. + +"In name of God, who's there?" she cried; +"'Tis I am here, wife," John replied. +("Now in the name of blest Marie, +Whom heard I in her company?") +"If John thou art, pray enter free." +"First bring the light here," answered he. +'Twas brought, he stepped the threshold o'er. +Quoth he: "On coming to the door +I heard a man's voice in the bed." +"Ah, Johnny, when away you sped +In distant parts for work to roam, +I then with child was three months gone; +In bed there lies a comely boy, +Unto us both he'll be a joy." + +Said John, "I've something to disclose. +My master, when I left his house, +Gave me this cake I have in hand, +And with it gave the strict command +When I with thee should merry make +Then and not till then it to break. +I'll now accomplish what he bade, +Mayhap we've wherefor to be glad." + +They broke the cake in anxious haste, +The nine pounds in it, lo! were placed. +They took the money, ate the bread, +And I for truth have heard it said +No quarrel e'er or noisy word +'Twixt them from that time forth occurr'd. + + Now, Gentles all, my tale is done, +I hope it has your favour won! + + + + +SIR VERNER AND DAME INGEBORG + + + In Linholm's house +The swains they were drinking and making carouse. + _The Dames ne'er could so gallant a prisoner keep in_. + +The swains they drank deep and they made themselves gay, +And so did Sir Verner in prison that lay. + +Dame Ingeborg woke, and she lifts up her eyes: +"O, which of my maidens doth sing in that guise?" + +"O, none of your maidens can sing in such guise, +'Tis Sir Verner who's singing, in durance he lies." + +Dame Ingeborg straightway two servants addressed: +"To come to my presence Sir Verner request." + +In through the portal Sir Verner he strode, +And up to receive him Dame Ingeborg stood. + +To the cushion Dame Ingeborg points with a smile: +"Go thither, Sir Verner, and rest thee awhile. + +"Now hark thou, Sir Verner, what I to thee say: +I beg thou wilt sing me a pretty love lay." + +"A love lay I've never learnt up to this hour, +But I'll sing to oblige thee the best in my power." + +Sir Verner began, and he sang such a lay, +That soon in deep slumber Dame Ingeborg lay. + +The Dames and the maids fell to sleep and to doze, +Dame Ingeborg sank to a peaceful repose. + +Sir Verner he glanced then so cautiously round, +The keys great and small in a nook he has found. + +To the door hied Sir Verner as fast as he might, +He forgot to bid Dame Ingeborg a good-night. + +When out of the castle himself he perceived, +His voice in a ditty again he upheaved. + +Sir Verner he waved up his hat with delight: +"Dame Ingeborg bid ye a very good night! + +"And hear thou, Sir Warden, who stand'st on thy watch, +Of my ditty the burden I pray thee to catch. + +"She'd this e'en not have taken a bushel of gold, +Now no penny for me shall she ever behold." + +So fast to the door went Sir Verner the knight, +He forgot to bid Damsel or Lady good-night. + + + + +THE HEDDEBY SPECTRE {22} + + +At evening fall I chanced to ride, +My courser to a tree I tied. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +Against a stump my head I laid, +And then to slumber I essay'd. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +As soon as sleep had closed my eye, +The murdered man to me drew nigh. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"And if thy race to mine belongs, +I call thee to avenge my wrongs. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"And them to Heddeby shalt ride, +For there my kith and kin reside. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"My father dwells there, and my mother, +There dwell my sister and my brother. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"There Kirsten dwells, my lovely wife, +And it was she who took my life. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"Her sleeping husband stifled she, +With aid of cursed beldames three. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"Then in a truss of hay concealed, +They brought me forth to this wide field. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"The page I loved the best of all, +Now rides upon my courser tall. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"Eats daily with my silver knife, +And sleeps with Kirsten fair, my wife. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"He sitteth highest at the board, +My children tremble at his word. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"To them he gives so little bread, +And mocks them now that I am dead. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"He rides about the forest grounds, +And hunts the red deer with my hounds. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"Each time the caitiff slays a deer, +He wakes me in my grave so drear. + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + +"But if I to him once repair, +With him 'twill sorely, sorely fare." + _So wide thereof the story goes_. + + + + +FROM GOUDELI + + +Yestere'en when the bat, and the owl, and his mate, + Were holding discourse their small matters about; + And the sun, that the wee little stars might shine out, +Had extinguished the lamp of his lustre so great. + +A shepherd exclaimed: "O 'twas folly that I + My love should bestow upon one never kind, + Upon Siris the lovely, whose cold, cruel mind, +Would suffer unmoved a true lover to die. + +"Often times, when our flocks on the common did browse, +I'd approach her to pour in her ear my fond vows, + But unto her companions to haste she was sure. +O, light of my eyes! wouldst thou render me blest, +And wouldst grant me two kisses on thy snowy breast, + I swear that each one should an hour endure!" + + + + +PEASANT SONGS OF SPAIN + + +1. + + +When Jesu our Redeemer + To him the twelve did call, +By threes and fours he called them, + Till they were mustered all. + +And when they all were mustered, + 'Twas thus to them he spake: +"O which of ye, my children, + Will perish for my sake?" + +Then, gazing on each other, + They stood abashed and still; +All save Saint John the Baptist, + And Peter of the Hill. + +"We'll die for thee, O Jesus, + Upon to-morrow's morn." +For him died John the Baptist, + And suffered pain and scorn. + + + +2. + + +There stands a stone, a rounded stone, + 'Midst ocean's surges hoary, +On which sweet Jesus set his foot + When mounting to his glory. + +There grows a rose, a blooming rose, + 'Midst ocean's briny waters, +That o'er may pass, to hear the mass, + Havanah's dusky daughters. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{22} An earlier, and utterly different, version of this ballad was +printed in _Romantic Ballads_, 1826, pp. 37-39. Borrow afterwards +described this earlier version as "a paraphrase." + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28817.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28817.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1d6b4bf8b151f27f49428513371aba7cf7b39a1e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28817.txt @@ -0,0 +1,395 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE DALBY BEAR + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +THE DALBY BEAR + + +There goes a bear on Dalby moors, +Oxen and horses he devours. + +The peasants are in deep distress +The laidly bear should them oppress. + +Their heads together at length they lay, +How they the bear might seize and slay. + +They drove their porkers through the wood, +The bear turn'd round as he lay at food. + +Outspoke as best he could the bear: +"What kind of guests approach my lair?" + +Uprose the bear amain from his food, +A christian man before him stood. + +A little hour together they fought, +The bear to the earth the man has brought. + +Fast came a knight as he could make, +He heard the heart of the peasant break. + +The bear upon him fiercely glar'd; +"Thou needst not hurry, I'm prepar'd." + +"And thou by me shalt be stoutly met, +So thou may'st vapour and thou may'st threat. + +"If thou hast spear and nimble hand, +I've claws and teeth at my command." + +They fought for a day, they fought for two, +And so on the third they continu'd to do. + +But when to night the fourth day drew, +The bear to the earth the warrior threw. + +"Thou wilt no victory gain from me, +Thou haughty knight, thou may'st certain be. + +"I late was the son of a powerful King, +A Queen me into the world did bring. + +"My Step-dame chang'd me, as you see, +She'd ruin me to eternity. + +"About the wild forest I have run, +To the boors much scathe and violence done. + +"In winter and in summer's tide +In peace for me they could not bide. + +"But they may thank my cruel Dame, +For 'twas through her I a bear became. + +"She plac'd around my neck so tight +An iron band in wrath and spite. + +"If thou this accursed band canst break +Thy life from thee I will not take." + +"O I will help thee from thy thrall; +Maria's son who has power for all + +"Will loosen from thee this stubborn band, +Full able thereto is his right hand." + +O'er him the cross the knight did make, +The iron burst from the bruin's neck. + +He became a youth as fair as day, +His father's realm he went to sway. + +A noble maid awaits the knight, +The hand of the Monarch's sister bright. + +They liv'd together in honor and joy, +To the cruel Stepdame's great annoy. + +A hard flint rock she soon became, +For herself she earn'd both woe and shame. + + + + +TYGGE HERMANDSEN + + +Down o'er the isle in torrents fell + On a Thursday morn the rain; +To fetch his bride now forth shall ride + Sir Tygge Hermandsen. + +Sir Tygge out of the window look'd, + The brooks ran boisterously; +"To ride out now would bring me woe, + So dear no bride I'll buy. + +"But hear thou, Nilaus Benditson, + Long shanks has thy good steed; +I beg for the love of the God above + You'll fetch my bride with speed." + +Then answer'd Nilaus Benditson, + In his sleeve thus answer'd he: +"If me thou dispatch thy bride to fetch + I'll trick thee certainly." + +It was Nilaus Benditson, + He rode the bride to meet; +There hung silk sheen and sendal green + Before his courser's feet. + +They clad themselves in silken cloth, + And in cloth of gold beside; +In long array to the Kirk their way + They took with the youthful bride. + +The bride before the holy Kirk door + Like a blooming rose did stand; +Oft did she turn to the water, to learn + If the bridegroom was at hand. + +Then answer'd Nilaus Benditson, + He stood by the bride so close: +"The brooks so roar'd that to cross the ford + He fear'd would wet his hose." + +They plac'd the bride on the bridal bench + With pomp and honor high; +Oft would they turn to the water to learn + If the bridegroom bold drew nigh. + +In the silver cup they skink the ale, + And the nut-brown mead they pour; +Thus things they sped till day was fled, + And until of bed the hour. + +They lifted up the youthful bride, + In the bride-bed her they set; +And there sat she for hours three, + There came no bridegroom yet. + +The priests before the bride-bed stood, + And sang with all their might: +"Who in the bed in the bridegroom's stead + Shall sleep with the bride tonight?" + +Then forth stepp'd Nilaus Benditson, + His lac'd shoe off flung he: +"With the bride so bright I'll sleep tonight, + And give her my troth with glee." + +So they the bridal solemnized, + And glad themselves they made; +At home was then Tygge Hermandsen, + To cross the brooks afraid. + +It chanc'd upon a Wednesday, + The waters began to fall; +Across came then Tygge Hermandsen + With his gay bridesmen all. + +And he came to the bridal house + Where the feast was spread in state, +Then up and cried the youthful bride: + "Ride back, you come too late." + +"Now hear, thou beauteous Sidselil, + I've this to complain of thee, +That thou hast ta'en another swain + And broke thy troth with me." + +"Now hear, thou Tygge Hermandsen, + Thou might'st have been aware, +I would disdain to wed the swain + To wet his feet had fear. + +"If thou hadst been a Lady's swain, + And hadst thou lov'd me true, +With thy sword's stroke thou wouldst have broke + Thy way through the billows blue." + +"To the cloyster I'll myself betake, + And the monkish vow I'll swear; +For good or ill, proud Sidselil, + I'll never more come here." + +"But if hereby thy way shall lie + When the brooks shall calmly run, +If cheeses two in my store I view + In thy sack I'll drop thee one." {13} + + + + +THE WICKED STEPMOTHER + + +Sir Ove he has no daughter but one, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +He bestow'd her the Lord of Elling upon. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +He bestow'd her upon a gallant knight, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Sir Stig Cob was the gallant hight. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +When a year to end had well nigh come, + _All underneath a green hill's side_. +Two sons had Thorelil in her womb. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +Hither and thither they carry the dame, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +But worse and worse her plight became. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +Sir Stig his bonnet he has put on, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +And into the hall to his mother is gone. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"Hear me, dear mother, canst thou rede, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +How it with Thorelil shall speed?" + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"For forty weeks and a year I trow, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Thy Thorelil with child shall go." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"O mother dear, it can scarce be so, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +But forty weeks Mary with Christ did go." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"Since I no help can here obtain, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +From whence I came convey me again." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"The horses are grazing upon the moor, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +And in their beds the coachmen snore." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"If coach nor coachmen I can get, + _All underneath the green hill's side_, +I'll tramp on my feet through dry and wet." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +Her lips the word had scarcely said, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +When the horses to the coach were led. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +Stig took her so tenderly by the waist, + _All underneath a green hill's side_. +And her in the gilded coach he plac'd. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +He set her down on the cushions gray, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +And he himself drove the coach away. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +And when they came under the green wood bough, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Her chariot broke her weight below. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"A wondrous woman I sure must be, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Since my own coach won't carry me." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"My dearest, my dearest, be not dismay'd, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Thou back canst walk with thy husband's aid." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +And when to the castle gate they won, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +His sister stood and lean'd thereon. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"O my dear sister, canst thou rede, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +How it with Thorelil will speed?" + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +Unto her coffer proud Mettelil flew, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Of wax she has fashion'd babies two. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +She drew her blue mantle o'er her head, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +And unto her mother's bower she sped. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"From thy heart, dear mother, all sorrow chase, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +And thy grand-babes take to thy embrace." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"O I had thought with my bunch of keys, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +To overturn her bliss with ease. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"I thought I'd bewitch'd each inch of land, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Save the spot alone where her chest doth stand." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +No sooner was Thorelil thither convey'd, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +Than of two fair sons she light was made. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"O God grant me so long to breathe, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +That parting presents I may bequeath. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"Stig's mother, I give her my sarke to wear, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +May she use it like me with grief and care! + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"To his sister I give my embroider'd shoe, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +To wear with glee unmixt with woe. + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + +"A lovely rose is my last bequest, + _All underneath a green hill's side_, +For Stig to wed, and with her be blest." + _In such peril through the forest they ride_. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{13} She taunts him with the idea of his becoming a monk, and going +about with a sack begging for alms. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28818.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28818.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1e12e732854b7ae4afdf78435be5fec442f9b2d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28818.txt @@ -0,0 +1,292 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE GIANT OF BERN + AND ORM UNGERSWAYNE + A BALLAD + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +THE GIANT OF BERN +AND ORM UNGERSWAYNE + + +It was the lofty Jutt of Bern + O'er all the walls he grew; +He was mad and ne'er at rest, + To tame him no one knew. + +He was mad and ne'er at rest, + No lord could hold him in; +If he had long in Denmark stayed + Much damage there had been. + +It was the lofty Jutt of Bern + Bound to his side his glaive, +And away to the monarch's house he rode + With the knights a fray to have. + +Now goes the lofty Jutt of Bern + Before the King to stand: +"Thou shalt to me thy daughter give, + And a brief for half thy land. + +"Here as thou sitt'st at thy wide board, + Hail Monarch of the Danes! +Thou shalt to me thy daughter give, + And the half of thy domains. + +"Thou shalt to me thy daughter give, + And divide with me thy land, +Or thou shalt find a kempion good + In the ring 'gainst me to stand." + +"O thou shalt ne'er my daughter get, + Nor a brief for half my land, +I'll quickly find a kempion good + Shall fight thee hand to hand." + +Then strode the Monarch of the Danes + To his castle hall amain: +"Now which of ye, my courtiers, will + The lovely Damsel gain? + +"Here sit ye all my Danish swains + On whom I bread bestow, +Now which of ye will risk his life + To lay the Berner low? + +"I'll give to him my daughter dear, + The wondrous lovely may, +Who in the ring with Jutt of Bern + Shall dare the desperate fray." + +In silence all the kempions sat, + None dared reply a word, +Except alone Orm Ungerswayne, + The lowest at the board. + +Except alone Orm Ungerswayne, + He bounded o'er the board: +I tell to ye in verity + He spake a manly word. + +"Wilt thou to me thy daughter give, + And divide with me thy land? +O then will I the kempion be, + Against the Jutt to stand. + +"And well will I your daughter win, + And the prize alone will earn; +I am the lad to dare the fray + In the ring with the Jutt of Bern." + +It was the lofty Jutt of Bern + He o'er his shoulder glar'd: +"O who may yonder mouseling be, + From whom those words I heard?" + +"No mouseling I, though call me, Jutt, + A mouseling if you will, +My father was good Sigurd King + Who slumbers in his hill." + +"Ha! was thy sire good Sigurd King? + Thou'st something of his face, +Thou hast sprung up full wondrously + In fifteen winter's space." + +It was so late at evening tide + The sun had reached the wave, +When Orm the youthful swain set out + To seek his father's grave. + +It was the hour when grooms do ride + The coursers to the rill, +That Orm set out resolved to wake + The dead man in the hill. + +Now strikes the bold Orm Ungerswayne + The hill with such a might, +It was I ween a miracle + It tumbled not outright. + +Then stamped upon the hill so hard + Young Orm with heavy foot, +The arch was broke within the hill + Which trembled to its root. + +Then from the hill Orm's father cried, + Where he so long had lain: +"O cannot I in quiet lie + Within my murky den? + +"Who dares so early break my rest, + And troubleth thus my bones? +Cannot I in quiet lie + Beneath my roof of stones? + +"Who seeks at night the dead man's hill + And works this ruin all? +Let him fear for now I swear + By Birting he shall fall." + +"I am thy son, thy youngest son, + Thy Orm, O father dear; +To beg a boon in mighty need + I come to seek thee here." + +"If thou art Orm my youngest son, + The kempion bold and brave, +Last year I gave to thee of gold, + All, all thy heart could crave." + +"Last year you gave me store of gold + On which I set no worth, +Now I this year must Birting have, + The bravest sword on earth." + +"Never shalt thou Birting get + To win the Monarch's daughter, +Until to Ireland thou hast been + To 'venge thy father's slaughter." + +"Give to me the Birting sword, + And with it bid me thrive, +Or I the hill above thee will + To thousand pieces rive." + +"Stretch thou down thy hand and take + My Birting from my side, +But if thou break thy father's hill + Much woe will thee betide." + +He cast to him the sword, its point + Appeared above the mould: +"Save good fate on thee shall wait + I ne'er shall be consol'd." + +He reached to him the sword, and placed + Its hilt within his grasp: +"Beneath its blows may all thy foes + Before thee sink and grasp." + +Then took the sword Orm Ungerswayne, + And on his shoulder plac'd; +And to the Monarch's hall he sped, + As fast as he could haste. + +It was the lofty Jutt of Bern + With wrath was nearly wild: +"It ill becomes a man like me + To battle with a child." + +"Although I be but little, Jutt, + A fearless heart I keep, +And oftentimes a little hand + O'erturns a mighty heap." + +For two long days they fought, and when + The third to evening tended, +"Methinks," exclaim'd the Berner Jutt, + "This fight will ne'er be ended." + +It was bold Orm Ungerswayne + His good sword brandish'd he, +And of the lofty Berner Jutt + Asunder cut the knee. + +Loud bellowed then the Berner Jutt, + And loud he fell to ban: +"It ne'er was warrior custom yet + So low to strike one's man." + +"I was small, and thou wast tall, + Thy prowess I admire; +I only struck thy knee because + I could not reach thee higher." + +Then took the bold Orm Ungerswayne + His faulchion on his back, +And to the ocean strand he goes + As fast as he could make. + +It was bold Orm Ungerswayne + He paced the yellow sand, +And lo! Sir Tord of Valland came + Swift sailing to the land. + +Foremost upon the gilded prow + The Tord of Valland stands: +"O who is yonder little man + That walks upon the sands?" + +"O I am Orm, the youthful swain, + A kempion bold and fine; +'Twas I that slew the Berner Jutt, + That uncle dear of thine." + +"If thou hast slain the Berner Jutt, + That uncle dear of mine, +'Twas I the King of Ireland slew, + Beloved father thine." + +It was Tord of Valland then + With faulchion struck the earth: +"Never will I make amends + By gold or money's worth." + +It was bold Orm Ungerswayne, + He grasped his faulchion's hilt: +"In vengeance for my father then + Shall valiant blood be spilt." + +It was the bold Orm Ungerswayne + He drew his trusty sword, +And at a single blow smote off + The head of Valland's Tord. + +Valland's Tord he slew, and then + His followers every one; +Then speeds he to the monarch's house + To claim the maid he'd won. + +Then took the bold Orm Ungerswayne + The Atheling in his arm: +"Thou art my own, fair maid, for thee + I have confronted harm." + +O'er Helmer Isle the tidings run + As fast as levin fire, +That Orm the lovely maid has won, + And has avenged his sire. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28821.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28821.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..149bf4096a2b9dababfd133fbd2408a568757de5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28821.txt @@ -0,0 +1,970 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE WORKS OF CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER + +AN INDEX + +By Charles Dudley Warner + +Edited by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +Charles Dudley Warner + +(1829-1900) + + +Quotes & Index + + +## In a Garden & Calvin + +## Backlog Studies + +## Baddeck and That Sort of Thing + +## Saunterings + +## In the Wilderness + +## Spring in New England + +## Captain John Smith + +## Pocahantas + +## Being a Boy + +## On Horseback + +## Washington Irving + +## Our Italy + +## Complete essays + + +MAJOR NOVELS + +## Their Pilgrimage + +## Little Journey in the World + +## The Golden House + +## That Fortune + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +In a Garden & Calvin + +INTRODUCTORY LETTER + +BY WAY OF DEDICATION + +PRELIMINARY + +FIRST WEEK + +SECOND WEEK + +THIRD WEEK + +FOURTH WEEK + +FIFTH WEEK + +SIXTH WEEK + +SEVENTH WEEK + +EIGHTH WEEK + +NINTH WEEK + +TENTH WEEK + +ELEVENTH WEEK + +TWELFTH WEEK + +THIRTEENTH WEEK + +FOURTEENTH WEEK + +FIFTEENTH WEEK + +SIXTEENTH WEEK + +SEVENTEENTH WEEK + +EIGHTEENTH WEEK + +NINETEENTH WEEK + +CALVIN + + + + +Backlog Studies + +FIRST STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +SECOND STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +THIRD STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +FOURTH STUDY + +FIFTH STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + + +SIXTH STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +SEVENTH STUDY + +EIGHTH STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +NINTH STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +TENTH STUDY + +I + +II + +III + +ELEVENTH STUDY + + + + + + + + + +Baddeck and That Sort of Thing +PREFACE + + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + + + + +Saunterings + +MISAPPREHENSIONS CORRECTED + +PARIS AND LONDON + +PARIS IN MAYóFRENCH GIRLSóTHE EMPEROR AT LONGCHAMPS + +AN IMPERIAL REVIEW + +THE LOW COUNTRIES AND RHINELAND + +GHENT AND ANTWERP + +AMSTERDAM + +COLOGNE AND ST. URSULA + +A GLIMPSE OF THE RHINE + +HEIDELBERG + +ALPINE NOTES + +HEARING THE FREIBURG ORGANóFIRST SIGHT OF LAKE LEMAN + +OUR ENGLISH FRIENDS + +THE DILIGENCE TO CHAMOUNY + +THE MAN WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH + +A WALK TO THE GORNER GRAT + +THE BATHS OF LEUK + +OVER THE GEMMI + +BAVARIA. + +A CITY OF COLOR + +A CITY LIVING ON THE PAST + +OUTSIDE ASPECTS OF MUNICH + +THE MILITARY LIFE OF MUNICH + +THE EMANCIPATION OF MUNICH + +FASHION IN THE STREETS + +THE GOTTESACKER AND BAVARIAN FUNERALS + +THE OCTOBER FEST THE PEASANTS AND THE KING + +INDIAN SUMMER + +A TASTE OF ULTRAMONTANISM + +CHANGING QUARTERS + +CHRISTMAS TIME-MUSIC + +LOOKING FOR WARM WEATHER + +RAVENNA + +DOWN TO THE PINETA + +DANTE AND BYRON + +RESTING-PLACE OF CAESARSóPICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL HERETIC + +A HIGH DAY IN ROME + +VESUVIUS + +SORRENTO DAYS + +THE VILLA NARDI + +SEA AND SHORE + +ON TOP OF THE HOUSE + +THE PRICE OF ORANGES + +FASCINATION + +MONKISH PERCHES + +A DRY TIME + +CHILDREN OF THE SUN + +SAINT ANTONINO + +PUNTA DELLA CAMPANELLA + +CAPRI + +THE STORY OF FIAMMETTA + +ST. MARIA A CASTELLO + +THE MYTH OF THE SIRENS + + + + +In the Wilderness +I. HOW I KILLED A BEAR +II. LOST IN THE WOODS +III. A FIGHT WITH A TROUT +IV. A-HUNTING OF THE DEER +V. A CHARACTER STUDY +VI. CAMPING OUT +VII. A WILDERNESS ROMANCE +VIII. WHAT SOME PEOPLE CALL PLEASURE + + + + +Spring in New England + + + + +Captain John Smith +PREFACE + + +I. BIRTH AND TRAINING +II. FIGHTING IN HUNGARY +III. CAPTIVITY AND WANDERING +IV. FIRST ATTEMPTS IN VIRGINIA +V. FIRST PLANTING OF THE COLONY +VI. QUARRELS AND HARDSHIPS +VII. SMITH TO THE FRONT +VIII. THE FAMOUS CHICKAHOMINY VOYAGE +IX. SMITH'S WAY WITH THE INDIANS +X. DISCOVERY OF THE CHESAPEAKE +XI. SMITH'S PRESIDENCY AND PROWESS +XII. TRIALS OF THE SETTLEMENT +XIII. SMITH'S LAST DAYS IN VIRGINIA +XIV. THE COLONY WITHOUT SMITH +XV. NEW ENGLAND ADVENTURES +XVI. NEW ENGLAND'S TRIALS +XVII. WRITINGS-LATER YEARS +XVIII. DEATH AND CHARACTER + + + + +Pocahantas + + + + +Being a Boy +I. BEING A BOY +II. THE BOY AS A FARMER +III. THE DELIGHTS OF FARMING +IV. NO FARMING WITHOUT A BOY +V. THE BOY'S SUNDAY +VI. THE GRINDSTONE OF LIFE +VII. FICTION AND SENTIMENT +VIII. THE COMING OF THANKSGIVING +IX. THE SEASON OF PUMPKIN-PIE +X. FIRST EXPERIENCE OF THE WORLD +XI. HOME INVENTIONS +XII. THE LONELY FARMHOUSE +XIII. JOHN'S FIRST PARTY +XIV. THE SUGAR CAMP +XV. THE HEART OF NEW ENGLAND +XVI. JOHN'S REVIVAL +XVII. WAR +XVIII. COUNTRY SCENES +XIX. A CONTRAST TO THE NEW ENGLAND BOY + + + + +On Horseback + +I + +II + +III + +IV + + + + +Washington Irving +EDITOR'S NOTE + + +I. PRELIMINARY +II. BOYHOOD +III. MANHOODóFIRST VISIT TO EUROPE +IV. SOCIETY AND "SALMAGUNDI" +V. THE KNICKERBOCKER PERIOD +VI. LIFE IN EUROPEóLITERARY ACTIVITY +VII. IN SPAIN +VIII. RETURN TO AMERICAóSUNNYSIDEóTHE MISSION TO MADRID +IX. THE CHARACTERISTIC WORKS +X. LAST YEARSóTHE CHARACTER OF HIS LITERATURE + + + + +Their Pilgrimage +I. FORTRESS MONROE +II. CAPE MAY, ATLANTIC CITY +III. THE CATSKILLS +IV. NEWPORT +V. NARRAGANSETT PIER AND NEWPORT AGAIN; +MARTHA'S VINEYARD AND PLYMOUTH +VI. MANCHESTER-BY-THE-SEA, ISLES OF SHOALS +VII. BAR HARBOR +VIII. NATURAL BRIDGE, WHITE SULFUR +IX. OLD SWEET AND WHITE SULFUR +X. LONG BRANCH, OCEAN GROVE +XI. SARATOGA +XII. LAKE GEORGE, AND SARATOGA AGAIN +XIII. RICHFIELD SPRINGS, COOPERSTOWN +XIV. NIAGARA +XV. THE THOUSAND ISLES +XVI. WHITE MOUNTAINS, LENNOX + + + + +Little Journey in the World +INTRODUCTORY SKETCH + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + + +XII + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + +XVIII + +XIX + +XX + +XXI + +XXII + + + + +The Golden House + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + +XVIII + + +XIX + +XX + +XXI + +XXII + +XXII + +XXIV + + + + +That Fortune + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + +XIII + + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + +XVIII + +XIX + +XX + +XXI + +XXII + +XXIII + +XXIV + +XXV + +XXVI + + + + +Complete essays + +AS WE WERE SAYING + +ROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUM + +THE RED BONNET + +THE LOSS IN CIVILIZATION + +SOCIAL SCREAMING + +DOES REFINEMENT KILL INDIVIDUALITY? + +THE DIRECTOIRE GOWN + +THE MYSTERY OF THE SEX + +THE CLOTHES OF FICTION + +THE BROAD A + +CHEWING GUM + +WOMEN IN CONGRESS + +SHALL WOMEN PROPOSE? + +FROCKS AND THE STAGE + +ALTRUISM + +SOCIAL CLEARING-HOUSE + +DINNER-TABLE TALK + +NATURALIZATION + +ART OF GOVERNING + +LOVE OF DISPLAY + +VALUE OF THE COMMONPLACE + +THE BURDEN OF CHRISTMAS + +THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WRITERS + +THE CAP AND GOWN + +A TENDENCY OF THE AGE + +A LOCOED NOVELIST + + +AS WE GO + +OUR PRESIDENT + +THE NEWSPAPER-MADE MAN + +INTERESTING GIRLS + +GIVE THE MEN A CHANCE + +THE ADVENT OF CANDOR + +THE AMERICAN MAN + +THE ELECTRIC WAY + +CAN A HUSBAND OPEN HIS WIFE'S LETTERS? + +A LEISURE CLASS + +WEATHER AND CHARACTER + +BORN WITH AN "EGO" + +JUVENTUS MUNDI + +A BEAUTIFUL OLD AGE + +THE ATTRACTION OF THE REPULSIVE + +GIVING AS A LUXURY + +CLIMATE AND HAPPINESS + +THE NEW FEMININE RESERVE + +REPOSE IN ACTIVITY + +WOMENóIDEAL AND REAL + +THE ART OF IDLENESS + +IS THERE ANY CONVERSATION + +THE TALL GIRL + +THE DEADLY DIARY + +THE WHISTLING GIRL + +BORN OLD AND RICH + +THE "OLD SOLDIER" + +THE ISLAND OF BIMINI + +JUNE + + +NINE SHORT ESSAYS + +A NIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF THE TUILERIES + +TRUTHFULNESS + +THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS + +LITERATURE AND THE STAGE + +THE LIFE-SAVING AND LIFE PROLONGING ART + +"H.H." IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA + +SIMPLICITY + +THE ENGLISH VOLUNTEERS DURING THE LATE INVASION + +NATHAN HALEó1887 + + +FASHIONS IN LITERATURE + +INTRODUCTION + +THE AMERICAN NEWSPAPER + +CERTAIN DIVERSITIES OF AMERICAN LIFE + +THE PILGRIM, AND THE AMERICAN OF TODAYó1892 + +SOME CAUSES OF THE PREVAILING DISCONTENT + +THE EDUCATION OF THE NEGRO + +THE INDETERMINATE SENTENCE + +LITERARY COPYRIGHT + + +THE RELATION OF LITERATURE TO LIFE + +BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH + +THE RELATION OF LITERATURE TO LIFE + + +"EQUALITY" + +WHAT IS YOUR CULTURE TO ME? + +MODERN FICTION + +THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY MR. FROUDE'S "PROGRESS" + +ENGLAND + +THE NOVEL AND THE COMMON SCHOOL + +THE PEOPLE FOR WHOM SHAKESPEARE WROTE + + + + +Our Italy + +CHAP. PAGE + +I. HOW OUR ITALY IS MADE 1 + +II. OUR CLIMATIC AND COMMERCIAL MEDITERRANEAN 10 + +III. EARLY VICISSITUDES.óPRODUCTIONS.óSANITARY CLIMATE 24 + +IV. THE WINTER OF OUR CONTENT 42 + +V. HEALTH AND LONGEVITY 52 + +VI. IS RESIDENCE HERE AGREEABLE? 65 + +VII. THE WINTER ON THE COAST 72 + +VIII. THE GENERAL OUTLOOK.óLAND AND PRICES 90 + +IX. THE ADVANTAGES OF IRRIGATION 99 + +X. THE CHANCE FOR LABORERS AND SMALL FARMERS 107 + +XI. SOME DETAILS OF THE WONDERFUL DEVELOPMENT 114 + +XII. HOW THE FRUIT PERILS WERE MET.óFURTHER DETAILS OF LOCALITIES 128 + +XIII. THE ADVANCE OF CULTIVATION SOUTHWARD 140 + +XIV. A LAND OF AGREEABLE HOMES 146 + +XV. SOME WONDERS BY THE WAY.óYOSEMITE.óMARIPOSA TREES.óMONTEREY 148 + +XVI. FASCINATIONS OF THE DESERT.óTHE LAGUNA PUEBLO 163 + +XVII. THE HEART OF THE DESERT 177 + +XVIII. ON THE BRINK OF THE GRAND CA—ON.óTHE UNIQUE MARVEL OF NATURE 189 + +APPENDIX 201 + +INDEX 219 +ILLUSTRATIONS. + +SANTA BARBARA Frontispiece + +PAGE + +MOJAVE DESERT 3 + +MOJAVE INDIAN 4 + +MOJAVE INDIAN 5 + +BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF RIVERSIDE 7 + +SCENE IN SAN BERNARDINO 11 + +SCENES IN MONTECITO AND LOS ANGELES 13 + +FAN-PALM, LOS ANGELES 16 + +YUCCA-PALM, SANTA BARBARA 17 + +MAGNOLIA AVENUE, RIVERSIDE 21 + +AVENUE LOS ANGELES 27 + +IN THE GARDEN AT SANTA BARBARA MISSION 31 + +SCENE AT PASADENA 35 + +LIVE-OAK NEAR LOS ANGELES 39 + +MIDWINTER, PASADENA 53 + +A TYPICAL GARDEN, NEAR SANTA ANA 57 + +OLD ADOBE HOUSE, POMONA 61 + +FAN-PALM, FERNANDO ST. LOS ANGELES 63 + +SCARLET PASSION-VINE 68 + +ROSE-BUSH, SANTA BARBARA 73 + +AT AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND 77 + +HOTEL DEL CORONADO 83 + +OSTRICH YARD, CORONADO BEACH 86 + +YUCCA-PALM 92 + +DATE-PALM 93 + +RAISIN-CURING 101 + +IRRIGATION BY ARTESIAN-WELL SYSTEM 104 + +IRRIGATION BY PIPE SYSTEM 105 + +GARDEN SCENE, SANTA ANA 110 + +A GRAPE-VINE, MONTECITO VALLEY, SANTA BARBARA 116 + +IRRIGATING AN ORCHARD 120 + +ORANGE CULTURE 121 + +IN A FIELD OF GOLDEN PUMPKINS 126 + +PACKING CHERRIES, POMONA 131 + +OLIVE-TREES SIX YEARS OLD 136 + +SEXTON NURSERIES, NEAR SANTA BARBARA 141 + +SWEETWATER DAM 144 + +THE YOSEMITE DOME 151 + +COAST OF MONTEREY 155 + +CYPRESS POINT 156 + +NEAR SEAL ROCK 157 + +LAGUNAóFROM THE SOUTH-EAST 159 + +CHURCH AT LAGUNA 164 + +TERRACED HOUSES, PUEBLO OF LAGUNA 167 + +GRAND CA—ON ON THE COLORADOóVIEW FROM POINT SUBLIME 171 + +INTERIOR OF THE CHURCH AT LAGUNA 174 + +GRAND CA—ON OF THE COLORADOóVIEW OPPOSITE POINT SUBLIME 179 + +TOURISTS IN THE COLORADO CA—ON 183 + +GRAND CA—ON OF THE COLORADOóVIEW FROM THE HANSE TRAIL 191 + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28824.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28824.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cf83908cdb8ad660475c1299200b0d0af7077760 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28824.txt @@ -0,0 +1,599 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE + MERMAID'S PROPHECY + AND OTHER + SONGS RELATING TO QUEEN DAGMAR + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +SONGS RELATING TO QUEEN DAGMAR + + +I. KING VALDEMAR'S WOOING. + + +Valdemar King and Sir Strange bold + At table sat one day, +So many a word 'twixt them there passed + In amicable way. + +"Hear Strange, hear! thou for a time + Thy native land must leave; +Thou shalt away to Bohemia far + My young bride to receive." + +Then answered Strange Ebbesen, + To answer he was not slow: +"Who shall attend me of thy liegemen, + If I to Bohemia go?" + +"Do thou take with thee young Lord Limbek, + Nor leave Olaf Lukke behind; +Take rich Peter Glob, and whomsoe'er + Shall best please thine own mind. + +"Take Sealand's Bishop, none more learned + There dwelleth North nor South, +And take Sir Albert of Eskilsea, + There's eloquence in his mouth." + +It was the young Sir Strange bold, + He down to the sea shore wends, +And him King Valdemar himself + With nobles many attends. + +And they sailed over the briny wave, + They sailed for sennights three, +The nearest way to Bohemia's bounds, + They were at heart so free. + +They furled their sail, and their anchor dropped, + To the land they eagerly sped; +So fair a band of knights they were, + Sir Strange at their head. + +When a little up the land they'd won + They dispatched their messenger, +Should tell to Bohemia's prince that they + The Dane-king's envoys were. + +And to speak with him in secrecy + On a matter of weight they sought; +Then silk upon the earth was spread, + And before the King they were brought. + +"Hail to thee, King of Bohemian Land, + Thou sittest a prince in state; +To you sends Valdemar, Denmark's King, + With your daughter he would mate." + +"Take napkins, Sirs, and water take, + Sit down at our table board; +We bid ye welcome to our land, + Fit answer we'll award." + +To the bower high the monarch sped, + His Queen's advice to take: +"Nobles are here from Denmark come, + And suit for our daughter make." + +"If Valdemar, King of Denmark's land, + For our dear daughter woo, +We'll give her to the powerful man, + And precious dowry too." + +They decked her with the ruddy gold, + And her to the hall convey'd; +Sir Strange the knight, so fair and fine, + A low obeisance made. + +They clad her in the silken vest, + And her to the hall conveyed: +"Here mayst thou see the princess self + In her graces all arrayed." + +Then they bore in the playing board, + Was wroughten all of gold; +Sir Strange should with the princess play, + And private converse hold. + +The third game they together played + Upon that red gold board, +Sir Strange won the noble maid + For Valdemar his lord. + +So deep 'twas getting in the night, + From tables they should rise, +Sir Strange must the princess bed, + Sir Strange bold and wise. + +Then they the Damsel attend to bed + To the valiant cavalier, +Sir Strange with respectful grace + Arose when she drew near. + +"Now on your honour and knightly truth, + Sir Strange tell to me: +Whether the King of your Danish land + Be handsome or not to see?" + +Then answer made Sir Strange good, + Looked up to the star-lit sky: +"By the Saints above, the King of our love + Is handsomer twice than I." + +They spread the silk upon the earth, + And the princess led to the strand, +To her parents dear, she bade good-night, + And away they bore from land. + +It was the good Bohemian King + To advising his daughter fell: +"Think, think my child, on honor and fame + When thou in Denmark dwell. + +"Pious and virtuous, kind and good, + To prove thyself essay +To thy subjects all, for thus wilt thou + Become their hope and stay." + +The nobles steered their ship from the land, + No cares their hearts oppress, +And they the land of Denmark made + In two months tide and less. + +It was the beauteous Dagmar Queen + Before Mando neared the land, +And lo! the bold King of Denmark rode + His courser on the sand. + +"Tell me, Sir Strange Ebbesen, + Ere we come nearer land, +What squinting fellow 'tis who rides + So brisk on the yellow sand?" + +"Be welcome, beauteous Dagmar Queen, + Speak thereabout no word; +For know 'tis Valdemar of Denmark, + Of kingdoms three the lord. + +"My gracious liege, lady Dagmar fair, + Of princes he's the flower, +He castles has, and fortresses, + Three kingdoms own his power." + +"Shame, shame befall thee, Strange dog, + How loudly thou canst lie; +Methinks your boasted Danish King + Has only got one eye." + +"My lovely Dame, a warrior he, + And the best beneath the sun; +He back to Denmark all the land + Benorth Ebb's stream has won. + +"A man is he, and a prince full wise, + In the face dares look his foes; +They fly before him both East and West, + When he with fury glows. + +"Who others life and land will risk + And prove war's pastime fell, +If a prince of blood and courageous mood + Will risk himself as well? + +"And do thou hear, my lovely maid, + Be cheerful and content, +For ne'er so long as thou shalt live + This step thou shalt repent. + +"And all the time that thou shalt live + Your servant I will be, +And Denmark's gallant nobles all + Shall bow to thee their knee." + +So they their bridal solemnized + Beneath a lucky star; +So heartily one another loved + Soon Valdemar and Dagmar. + +There was rejoicing with great and small, + With rich men and with poor, +But boors and burgers most of all + Rejoiced from their heart's core. + +She came not to burden, she came in peace, + To ease the good boor she came; +If Denmark aye such flowers had + She dearly would prize the same! + +The love of every Danish heart + The good Queen Dagmar gained; +Such happy pleasant days there were + Whilst she alive remained. + + + +II. QUEEN DAGMAR'S ARRIVAL IN DENMARK. + + +It was Bohemia's Queen began + Her daughter to direct: +"They'll show thee, when thou to Denmark come, + Much honor and respect. + +"And when respect and honor thou win + In Denmark's land of fame, +Let not the boors be with tax opprest, + Thus will they bless thy name. + +"Be the first boon thou of thy lord dost crave, + Of thy lord so fair and kind, +That he release Bishop Valdemar, + His uncle, who sits confin'd." + +And there was silk and scarlet cloth + Upon the earth outspread; +'Twas Dagmar, the youthful princess fair, + To the strand that down was led. + +They hoisted up their silken sails + On the gilded yard so high, +And they in less than two months space + Old Denmark could descry. + +Before Mando they anchor cast, + They cast it on the white sand; +They took the princess Dagmar fair + And bore her first to land. + +They took the youthful Dagmar fair + And bore her first to land; +'Twas Valdemar King of Denmark old + That stretched to her his hand. + +Then there was silk, and scarlet cloth, + So wide on the earth outspread; +On Dagmar wait both Dames and maids, + To Ribe house she was led. + +So early in the morning tide + Ere the sun illumed the lift, +'Twas young and beauteous Dagmar Queen + That craved her morning gift. + +"The first, first boon that I crave of thee, + My heart's beloved lord, +Let Bishop Valdemar leave his tower + And be to his friends restor'd. + +"The second boon I most earnestly crave, + Nor must thou that refuse, +Take off from each plough the tax that's on, + And from prison the captives loose." + +"Desist, desist from thy first prayer, + Desist, my Dagmar dear, +If Valdemar Bishop come but out, + He'll widow thee in a year." + +She took the gold crown off her brow, + On the table that she set: +"O what shall I do in Denmark, now + My request denial has met?" + +"Straight fetch to me hither Sir Strange knight, + And Younker Canute to me call, +They shall away to Oringsdorg + And the prisoners free from thrall." + +And when from the tower forth he came + Nor walk nor stand he mought: +"Therein for full twelve years I sat, + So long the time I thought." + +A golden comb his sister took, + And combed his yellow hair; +For every lock of his she smoothed + She shed a briny tear. + +"And do thou hear, dear sister mine, + Ne'er sorrow for my sake; +If I one single year survive + I'll well my wrongs ywrake." + +"O hush, Bishop Valdemar! nor let + Thy fury o'er thee reign; +Comst thou once more into Seaborough tower, + We ne'er shall meet again." + +But the Bishop could not stifle his wrath, + So the land he was forced to quit; +It grieved Queen Dagmar to the heart, + That he showed so little wit. + +There was great joy over all Denmark + That Dagmar for Queen they had got; +Lived burger and boor in peace without + The plague of plough-tax and scot. + +Christ bless the youthful Athelings two, + And lengthen their vital span, +That justice they may, and equity, + Do long in sight of man! + + + +III. THE MERMAID'S PROPHECY. + + +The King he has caught the fair mermaid, and deep + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +In the dungeon has placed her, to pine and to weep, + Because his will she had not done. + +The Queen of the Danes addressed two of her band: + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +"To come to my presence the mermaid command, + For my will by her it shall be done." + +The mermaid came in, to the Queen she up went: + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +"What wilt thou, O Queen, that for me thou hast sent? + By me thy will can never be done." + +The Queen the blue cushion stroked down with a smile: + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +"Sit down pretty mermaid and rest thee awhile, + My will by thee must now be done." + +"Why seek'st thou, O Queen, to betray my young life? + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +For under that cushion is stuck a sharp knife, + By me thy will can never be done." + +"If thou knowest that, then much more thou dost know, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +So do thou my destiny unto me show, + And thus by thee shall my will be done." + +"If I should thy destiny to thee announce, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +On a fire of faggots thoud'st burn me at once! + By me unwilling your will is done. + +"Three babes thou shalt bear, each a beautiful boy, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +And in leaving thy womb they thy life shall destroy, + And thus fair Queen thy will is done." + +"If with me, luckless me, it no better shall speed, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +Inform me what fortune for them is decreed, + For thus by thee can my will be done." + +"The first shall be King in old Denmark of them, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +The next shall succeed to the gold diadem, + By me can thus thy will be done. + +"The third as the wisest of mortals shall shine, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +And for him thou art doomed thy young life to resign, + Thus all your will, fair Queen, I've done." + +In her mantle of azure the Queen wrapt her head, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +And unto the hall to the Monarch she sped, + For she her will had fairly done. + +"Now hear my entreaty, my heart's belov'd Lord, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +To my own disposal this mermaid award, + For she my will has fairly done." + +"I'll not give her thee, nor her life shalt thou save, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +For my seven brave vessels she swamped in the wave, + My pleasure thus she has not done." + +Black, black as a clod grew the Queen at that word, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +And down she fell senseless before the King's board, + Because her will she had fairly clone. + +"My Queen and my dearest! thy heart shall not break, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +Thou art free to the strand the fair mermaid to take, + Because thy will she has fairly done." + +The mermaid in scarlet so fine she array'd, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +Although she had heard her own death by her spaed, + For thus, for thus, her will she'd done. + +The Queen gave command to the maids in her train: + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +"Convey ye the mermaid hence down to the main, + For she my will has fairly done." + +Upon the blue billows the mermaid they place, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +The Queen fell to weeping, and sad was each face, + For she her will, alack! had done. + +"O prythee don't weep, and O prythee don't grieve, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +Heaven's portals stand open thy soul to receive, + Now I thy will have fairly done. + +"In the mansions of Heaven thou aye shalt remain, + (_The mermaid dances the floor upon_) +And there perfect quiet and rest thou shalt gain-- + Now all thy will, fair Queen, I've done!" + + + + +ROSMER. + + +Buckshank bold, and Elfinstone, + And more than I can mention here. +They caused to be built so stout a ship, + And unto Iceland they will steer. + +They launched the ship upon the sea, + Which bellowed like a wrathful bear; +Down to the bottom the vessel sank, + A laidly Trold has dragged it there. + +Sank to the bottom the young Roland, + And round about he groped awhile. +Until he found the path which led + Unto the bower of Ellenlile. + +Young Roland towards the mountain goes, + He saw the little sparkles fly: +"Betide whate'er the Lord God will + I here will house me verily." + +Young Roland into the mountain went, + Benumbed with cold his limbs they shook: +"What dost thou here, thou wretched man, + On whom the Lord with pity look?" + +Then up and spoke Dame Ellenlile: + "Young swain why hither hast thou come? +What message hast thou brought to me? + Thou'dst better far have staid at home. + +"Now hie thee to the chamber in, + So frozen and so wet withal; +But cometh Rosmer Giant home + He'll tear thee into pieces small. + +"Now sit thee down, thou wretched lad, + And at the fire thy body cheer; +If Rosmer Giant come striding in + He'll stick thee on this spit, I fear." + +Then home came Rosmer Shank-stretcher, + And thus in anger he began: +"Full certainly there's hither come + Some Christian woman, child, or man." + +Then forward stepped she, Ellenlile, + And swore so high and solemnly: +"A crow which bore a dead man's leg + E'en now across the house did fly. + +"A crow which bore a dead man's leg + Just now across our house did fly; +He cast it in, I cast it out, + And that I trow full speedily." + +But Rosmer shrieked and sprang about: + "Some Christian wight thon dost conceal, +And I will spit and burn thee, Dame, + Unless the truth thou dost reveal." + +Then Ellenlile her mantle donned, + And went and stood by Rosmer's knee: +"O here's a swain from Iceland come, + And he's of nearest kin to me." + +"If there's a swain from Iceland come, + And if he be thy kinsman near, +Then I to him will safety pledge, + No harm from me he need to fear." + +When he two years in the sea had been, + Young Roland he would fain be gone; +For Ellenlile was now with child, + A deed of folly had been done. + +When that perceived proud Ellenlile, + Near Rosmer King she took her stand: +"Now wilt thou give the stranger lad + Leave to return to his own land?" + +"And if the swain for home doth long, + Then I will take him to the shore; +And I will give him silver and gold, + And in a coffer it will store. + +And so he took the ruddy gold, + And in a coffer it he laid; +Unknown to him proud Ellenlile + So sly therein herself convey'd. + +He takes the man beneath his arm, + The coffer on his back he throws; +Then away, away beneath the salt spray + Striding the Giant Rosmer goes. + +"Now have I brought thee to the land, + And moon and sun thou canst behold; +And now to use as thou shalt chuse + I give this coffer filled with gold." + +"I thank thee, Rosmer, honest man, + Thou'st brought me out of the ocean wild; +And now I'll tell thee a piece of news, + The proud Dame Ellen is with child." + +Then ran the tears down Rosmer's cheeks, + As falls the dew on hill and plain: +"If thou hadst not my troth and oath + Here as thou standest thee I'd brain." + +Rosmer hied to the hill so fast, + As hind before the hart doth run; +And when he came within the hill + Behold proud Ellenlile was gone. + +But Ellenlile took Roland's hand, + 'Midst sport and jest away they hied; +To young Roland she told her tale, + And Roland served her as a guide. + +When Rosmer saw his love was gone, + So full was he of grief and dool, +He turned him into a huge grey rock, + And there he standeth like a fool. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty copies_. + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton Mifflin & Co._, _for Clement Shorter_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28825.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28825.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cfa88cd7e4e504c8ff476bdea57bd128a53c540a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28825.txt @@ -0,0 +1,529 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium +Library, UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this +transcription was made. + + + + + + THE VERNER RAVEN + THE COUNT OF VENDEL'S + DAUGHTER + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +THE VERNER RAVEN + + +The Raven he flies in the evening tide, + He in day dares not intrude; +Whoever is born to have evil luck + In vain may seek for good. + +Lustily flies the Verner Raven, + High o'er the wall he's flown, +For he was aware that Irmindlin fair + Sate in her bower alone. + +He southward flew, and he northward flew, + He flew high up in the cloud; +And he beheld May Irmindlin + Who sorrowing sate and sew'd. + +"Now hear me, little Irmindlin, + Why weep in this piteous way? +For father or mother, or is it for brother, + That adown thy cheek tears stray?" + +It was Damsel Irmindlin, + Swift out of the window looked she: +"O who is he that will comfort me, + And list to my misery? + +"Hear thou, wild Raven, bird of Death, + Fly thou hither down to me; +And all my trouble and all my care + I'll straight relate to thee. + +"My father gave me the son of a king, + We were fitted the one for the other, +But he was into the Austrian land + Dispatched by my cruel step-mother. + +"So happily we should together have lived, + For he my whole love won; +But she wished to give me her sister's son, + Who was liker a fiend than a man. + +"I had a gallant brother once, + Sir Verner by name was he, +But he was transformed by my cruel step-dame + And driven to a strange countrie." + +"Hear thou, Damsel Irmindlin, + What wilt thou give me, say? +I'll carry thee straight to thy plighted youth, + If with me thou wilt fly away." + +"Thou shalt from me the ruddy gold, + And the silver white receive; +If thou bear me to my Bridegroom bold, + And me from my woe relieve." + +"Keep thou thyself thy silver and gold, + Such gifts I do not crave; +The first son thou conceivest of him, + That, that from thee I'll have." + +Then straight she took the Raven's foot, + Laid that her white hand upon; +She swore to him by her Christian faith, + That he should have the son. + +Then took he Damsel Irmindlin, + He placed her on his back; +Then flew he over the wild sea waves + As fast as he could track. + +It was the Verner Raven wild, + On the turret he alighted: +"Now sit we, Damsel, upon the house, + Where dwells thy Bridegroom plighted." + +Out came bold Sir Nilaus, + A silver cup in his hand: +"Be welcome, Damsel Irmindlin, + Here to this foreign land! + +"What shall I give to thee, Raven wild, + That hast brought to me my Bride? +No better tidings I have heard, + Since from Denmark forth I hied." + +Thanks be to brave Sir Nilaus, + He kept his faith so well; +The Monday next that followed, + His bridal it befell. + +They their bridal solemnised + With glee and utmost joy; +When forty weeks away had flown + She brought into the world a boy. + +It was the Verner Raven, + Perched on the turret tall: +"What thou did'st promise me, Irmindlin, + To thy mind I'd have thee call." + +So sorely she wept, and her hands she smote, + Because it a girl was not: +"Thee shall the wild Death Raven have, + That will cost thee thy life, I wot!" + +There came flying over the house + The Raven, with looks to scare; +So sorely then wept both Maidens and Dames, + And their hands wrung in despair. + +Sir Nilaus went, and proffered the bird + Proud castles many a one; +He proffered him even the half of his land + If he only might keep his son. + +"If I get not the little babe, + Thou sorely shall rue it straight, +Thee I limb from limb will tear + And thy kingdom devastate." + +She has taken the babe, and in linen white + Hath wrapped it tenderly; +"Farewell, farewell, my dearest son, + Thou owest thy death to me." + +Then bore they out the little babe, + On its mother's breast that lay; +O'er the cheeks of all did big tears fall, + Such woe was and wail that day. + +The Raven took the child in his claw, + He croaked in joyous guise; +Sir Nilaus stood and looked thereon, + Pouring forth bitter sighs. + +Then tore he amain its right eye out, + Drank the half of its heart's red blood; +Then he became the handsomest knight + That upon earth e'er stood. + +He changed into the loveliest knight + That with eye man ever had seen: +It was Irmindlin's brother himself, + Who had long enchanted been. + +All the folk that stood thereby, + They fell upon their knees bare; +And the child it was to life restored + When to God they had made their prayer. + +Now sitteth Dame Irmindlin so glad, + All her grief has from her hied; +For she has now both brother and son, + And sleeps by Sir Nilaus' side. + + + + +THE COUNT OF VENDEL'S +DAUGHTER + + +Within a bower the womb I left, + 'Midst dames and maids who stood to aid; +They wrapped me first in silken weft, + And next in scarlet red array'd. + +But a stepdame soon 'twas my lot to get, + And fierce and wild she proved to me; +Within a coffer me she set, + And pushed it out upon the sea. + +By one wave I was borne to land, + And by the next away was ta'en; +But God on High, it seems, had plann'd, + That I should footing there obtain. + +The tide it drove me to the shore, + And in its backward course retook; +Sure ne'er had child of king before + Such buffeting on sea to brook. + +But God He help'd me, so that I + Was cast above the billows' reach; +And soon a savage wolf drew nigh, + Was prowling on the sandy beach. + +Soon prowling came a wolf so gray, + And me up-taking in his jaws, +He carried me with care away + Deep, deep into the forest shaws. + +That self-same wolf he was so kind + That me beneath a tree he laid; +And then came running a nimble hind, + And me unto its lair convey'd. + +There me for winter one she nurs'd-- + She nursed me for two winters' space. +To creep, to creep, I learnt at first, + And next I learnt to pace, to pace. + +And I was full eight years, I wot, + Within the quiet, green retreat. +Close couched beside the hind I got + Full many a slumber calm and sweet. + +I had clothes and shelter of no kind, + Except the linden green alone; +And, save the gentle forest hind, + Had nurse and foster-mother none. + +But forth on courser reeking hot + There rushed a knight of bearing bold, +And he my foster-mother shot + With arrow on the verdant wold. + +He pierced the hind with mortal wound, + And all our fond connection cut; +Then wrapped his cloak my frame around, + And me within his buckler put. + +That self-same knight, so bold and strong, + Within his bower the foundling bred; +He tended me both well and long, + And finally his bride he made. + +He had by long inquiry found + My father was a noble count +In Vendel's land, who castles own'd, + And rul'd o'er many a plain and mount. + +The first night we together slept + Was fraught with woe of darkest hue; +Foes, whom he long at bay had kept, + Broke in on us, and him they slew. + +The night we lay together first + A deed of horror was fulfill'd; +The bride-house door his foemen burst, + And in my arms my husband kill'd. + +Soon, soon, my friends to counsel go, + A husband new they chose for me; +The cloister's prior of mitred brow-- + The good Sir Nilaus styl'd was he. + +But soon as I the threshold cross'd, + The nuns could not their fury smother; +They vow'd by God and all His Host, + The Prior Nilaus was my brother. + +Forth from the cloister him they drew, + They pelted him to death with stones; +I stood close by, and all could view, + I scarce could hear his piteous moans. + +Once more my friends to counsel hied, + For me another spouse they get-- +Son of the King of England wide + Was he, and hight Sir Engelbret. + +Nine winters with that princely youth + I lived; of joy we had no dearth, +I tell to ye, for sooth and truth, + To ten fair sons that I gave birth. + +But pirate crews the land beset, + No one, no one, my grief could tell; +They slew with sword Sir Engelbret, + And nine of my fair sons as well. + +My husband and my sons with brand + They slew. How I bewail their case! +My tenth son here they from the land-- + I never more shall see his face. + +Now is my care as complicate + As golden threads which maidens spin; +God crown with bliss Sir Engelbret, + He ever was so free from sin. + +But now I'll take the holy vows, + Within the cloister under Ey; +I'll ne'er become another's spouse, + But in religion I will die. + +But first to all the country side + I will declare my bosom's grief; +I find, the more my grief I hide, + The less, the less, is my relief. + + + + +THE CRUEL MOTHER-IN-LAW + + +From his home and his country Sir Volmor should fare, +His wife he commends to his mother's best care. + +Proud Lyborg she sang, as the dancers she watched, +Behind stood Dame Ingeborg, malice she hatched. + +"To live to the Fall if the luck I enjoy +Fair lady, thy beautiful voice I'll destroy." + +Proud Lyborg's fair maidens upon the floor sprang, +And all through the evening she unto them sang. + +But alack two short summer days scarcely had pass'd, +When in desperate sickness proud Lyborg lay fast. + +Proud Lyborg fell sick, and lay stretched on her bed, +Then backwards and forwards Dame Ingeborg sped. + +"Now hear me, Dame Ingeborg, dear mother mine, +Do bring me, I pray, either water or wine." + +"The water is frozen, and frozen the wine, +And frozen the tap in each barrel of mine. + +"The door it is locked, and the keys are away, +But where, daughter dear, by the Saints I can't say." + +"If I can nor water nor wine from thee win, +Then open the door that the dew may rush in. + +"Cause the door to the North to be wide open set, +Then my feverish frame cool refreshment shall get." + +"The door to the South I'll have straightway undone, +That the hot sun may flash in thy visage upon." + +"O would there were one that for sweet pity's sake, +To my mother a message in secret would take." + +Then answer'd proud Lyborg's own little foot-boy: +"Your message in secret I'll carry with joy." + +That they were alone they with confidence thought; +Dame Ingeborg stood nigh, and every word caught. + +The lad he upsprang on his courser so high, +He galloped as fast as the winged birds fly. + +In, in came the lad, in a kirtle red drest: +"Your daughter, Dame Lyborg, in death will soon rest. + +"She bids you to come with all possible quickness, +To live through this night she can't hope from her sickness." + +Straight unto her servants proud Mettelil says: +"My horses go fetch from the meads where they graze." + +The horses they galloped, the chariot wheels turned, +Throughout the long day whilst the summer heat burned. + +The midsummer's sun with such fury it glows +Proud Lyborg swoons 'neath it in terrible throes. + +A purse takes Dame Ingeborg fraught with gold treasure, +And she speeds to the hall, her heart bounding with pleasure. + +"Whosoever will gold and will bounty derive, +Let him help me to bury proud Lyborg alive." + +Soon as she of the gold distribution had made, +Below the black earth the fair lily they laid. + +To the gate of the castle proud Mettelil came, +Dame Ingeborg stood there, and leaned on the same. + +"Proud Ingeborg, hear what I say unto thee: +What hast done with my daughter? declare that to me!" + +"But yesterday 'twas that with sorrowful mind, +Her corse to the arms of the grave we consign'd." + +"Proud Ingeborg, hush thee, nor talk in this guise, +But show me the grave where my dear daughter lies." + +As soon as Dame Mettelil o'er the place trod, +Proud Lyborg she screamed underneath the green sod. + +"Whoever will gold and will silver obtain, +Let him help me to dig now with might and with main." + +They took up proud Lyborg, all there as she lay, +Her mother flung o'er her the scarlet array. + +"Now tell to me, Lyborg, thou child of my heart, +Since restored to the arms of thy mother thou art, + +"What death to thy thinking should Ingeborg thole, +For placing thee living in horrid grave-hole?" + +"To destroy my young life it is true, she was bent, +But let her live, mother, and let her repent." + +"That she go unpunished I cannot permit, +I'll teach her what 'tis on a fire to sit." + +To two of her servants proud Mettelil spake: +"Do ye quickly a fire on the open field make. + +"Do ye cut down the oak and the bonny ash-tree, +That the fire by them fed may burn brilliant and free." + +Dame Ingeborg forth from the house they convey'd, +And they burnt her to dust on the fire they had made. + +Sir Volmor came home from the red field of strife, +Then tidings assailed him, with dolour so rife. + +Then tidings assailed him, with dolour so rife, +Burnt, burnt was his mother, and flown was his wife. + +He bade for proud Lyborg of red gold a store, +But he could the lily obtain nevermore. + + + + +THE FAITHFUL KING OF THULE + + +A king so true and steady + In Thule lived of old; +To him his dying lady + A goblet gave of gold. + +He drank thereout so often, + For all his love it gained; +To tears his eyes would soften + Whene'er its juice he drained. + +When death drew nigh, his spirit + His riches o'er he told +To him who should inherit-- + But not that cup of gold. + +By all his knights surrounded + One day he sat at dine, +In hall of fortress, founded + By ocean's roaring brine. + +The ancient hero rallies + With one more draught his blood, +Then casts the sacred chalice + Below him in the flood. + +Deep, deep within the billows + He watched it as it sank; +Then, sinking on his pillows, + No drop more e'er he drank. + + + + +THE FAIRIES' SONG + + +Balmy the evening air, + Nature, how bright the hue! +But, though the bloom is fair + The sense with sweets to woo, +Love, Music, Mirth, Oh give! + On these we Fairies live! + +The glow-worm's amorous lamp + Recalls her wandering mate; +Their revel in the swamp + Outshines the halls of State. +Then, Spirits, hither fly, + And match their revelry! + +The Bat is on the wing, + And Gnats, what reels they run! +In wide or narrow ring, + An atmosphere of fun. +Then let us to the dance, + And feet like midges glance! + + * * * * * + + LONDON + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28830.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28830.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0cba8d6aa71b8a62d42df463769885744e61b72d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28830.txt @@ -0,0 +1,475 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE SONGS OF RANILD + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + + + +THE SONGS OF RANILD. + + +SONG THE FIRST. + + +Up Riber's street the dance they ply, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +There dance the knights most merrily, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +On Riber's bridge the dance it goes, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +There dance the knights in scollop'd shoes, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +'Twas Riber Wolf the dance who led, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +In faith to his King he had been bred, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And next him danced the Tage Mouse, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Who Seneschal was in Ribe house, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And then danced bold Sir Saltensee, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Followed by wealthy kinsmen three, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +The noble Limbekk dances next, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Whose power the King had often vext, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +After him danced the Byrge Green, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Then many a knight of handsome mien, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And then came dancing Hanke Kann, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +His Lady followed, good Dame Ann, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +The next that came was the Ridder Rank, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +His Lady behind him, Berngard Blank, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And then the high Volravn came, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +His wife behind, who has no name, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And then came dancing Sir Iver Helt, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Who followed his sovereign over the Belt, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +Long stood the Ranild Lang apart, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +Ere he to join the dance had heart, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +"And were it not for my lovely hair, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +In that brave dance I'd have a share, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +"But for my cheeks so rosy red, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +The foremost in that dance I'd tread," + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +Then Ranild Lang to dance began, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +And a ditty sang as he led the van, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +Sweet he warbled, light he sprang, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +After him every warrior sang, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +Then up the Spendel Sko arose, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +And on Ranild Lang her troth bestows, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +With silk was snooded her hair of gold, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +She danced before them free and bold, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +And into the Castle they dance their way, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +With drawn swords 'neath their scarlet array. + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + +Never, I ween, was a braver dance, + _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_! +It wins the Castle of Rosenkrands, + _For young King Erik Erikson_. + + + + SONG THE SECOND. + + +To saddle his courser Ranild cried: + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +"To visit the rich Greve I will ride, + Though banish'd from the land we be." + +To the house came Ranild spurring hard, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +There stood the Greve arrayed in mard, + Though banish'd from the land we be. + +"Hail, hail, Sir Greve, arrayed so fine! + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +I want my bride, the little Kirstine, + Though banish'd from the land I be." + +Then up and spoke her mother dear: + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +"Thou hast no bride, Sir Ranild, here, + For banish'd from the land ye be." + +"O if I can't my little bride get, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +On fire your house and your gear I'll set, + Though banish'd from the land I be." + +"O rather than ruin us in thy wrath, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +Receive thy bride and ride thy path, + Though banish'd from the land ye be." + +They o'er her threw the blue cloak with speed, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +And placed her upon Sir Ranild's steed, + Though banish'd from the land he be. + +They had for their bridal bed alone, + _For thus the tale was told to ne_-- +The holt, the field, and the mead new mown, + For banish'd from the land they be. + +"The forest can hear, and the mead can view, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +We here must live as outlaws do, + For banish'd from the land we be." + +"Hadst thou not helped the King to slay, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +In peace at home we now might stay, + But banish'd from the land we be." + +He struck her a blow the table o'er, + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +"Should'st guard thy tongue, child, guests before, + Though banish'd from the land we be." + +He struck her on her face so fair: + _For thus the tale was told to me_-- +"In Erik's death I had no share, + Though banished from the land I be." + + + +SONG THE THIRD. + + +So wide around the tidings bound + That Ranild's prisoner taken; +Had he been aware how it would fare + He had not Hielm forsaken. +The death of woe, spaed long ago, + They'll wreak on him now, I reckon. + +Into the hall steps Ranild tall, + And withouten trepidation; +Bids his Lord good bye, and the chivalry + Who have at court their station. +O, Lord Christ! be each man kept free + From misfortune and tribulation. + +"In mind dost bear, King Erik dear, + On whom may blessings pour, +That service I wrought in your father's court, + Of all his swains the flower? +Both in and out I've borne you about + In sunshine and in shower." + +"Yes, service you wrought in my father's court, + For money and clothes imparted, +And betrayed his life to the foeman's knife, + Like a monster treacherous hearted. +And as sure as now the crown's on my brow, + To the wheel thou shalt be carted." + +"Hew off, I intreat, my hands and feet, + Most willingly them I proffer; +My eyes blood red tear out of my head, + And the worst death let me suffer; +But all the pains that Ranild gains + For his treason scarce enough are." + +"Thine eyeballs twain thou may'st retain, + And thy hands and feet unriven; +But thou thy breath shalt yield to a death + The cruellest under heaven; +And be it known, for my father alone + This punishment is given." + +Ranild they brought from Roskild out, + He wrung his hands with sorrow; +And the women all salt tears let fall, + Who lived in that ancient borough. +The wretched wight wished all good night, + And a light heart on the morrow. + +Ranild they bore the town before, + The wheel his sight saluted: +"Christ guard each noble from such like trouble," + In agony he shouted, +"If at Hielm I'd staid it had better sped, + Nor to that had I been devoted. + +"Would God would send a trusty friend, + Who would my message carry, +To Kirstine fair, who sits in care, + To Ranild true to tarry. +O Christ help all my babies small, + And bless my bosom's dearie! + +"Ye Christian folk, whom, with dying look, + On the mead I am discerning, +A pater pray for my soul, to stay + Of God the anger burning; +That me He receive this very eve + To the joys for which I'm yearning." + + + + +CHILD STIG AND CHILD FINDAL + + +Child Stig and Child Findal two brothers were they, +There ne'er were two brothers more gallant and gay. + +Child Stig serves the Dane King in bower and hall, +High dames brushed his hair, and fair maidens withal. + +Child Stig by the board of the Monarch he stood, +To him little Kirstin was cruel of mood. + +"Full seven years I have been Lord of the Rune, +Of its power I'll make trial this same afternoon." + +With his right hand he skinked the wine and the mead +And cast with his left the Rune characters dread. + +To cast them on Kirstin the gallant Stig meant, +But under the dress of Rigissa they went. + +O pallid as ashes the gallant Stig grew, +And red as the blood was Rigissa to view. + +The gallant Child Stig placed his cap on his head, +And unto his foster dame's chamber he sped. + +"Dear Foster dame, give me some counsel, I pray, +How I may escape from this palace away. + +"To cast the Rune letters at Kirstin I meant, +But under the dress of Rigissa they went. + +"I will mount my good courser so true and so tried, +And away to the ends of the earth I will ride." + +Said she: "Shouldst thou travel all Finland around, +This night at thy couch will Rigissa be found. + +"And e'en shouldst thou ride to the earth's farthest land, +This night by thy couch she will certainly stand. + +"But, Child Stig, I advise thee, call up a good heart, +And home to thy bed and thy slumbers depart. + +"She'll tap on the door of thy chamber, I ween, +But still do thou keep, let her in by no mean. + +"But ten fingers has she, so tiny and small, +And with them from the door she will pick the nails all. + +"She will set herself down on the side of thy bed, +And play with the long yellow locks of thy head. + +"So fondly she'll stroke thy fair cheek in the dark, +But do thou remain as thou wert stiff and stark. + +"She'll kiss thee full oft on thy lips rosy red, +But do thou lie still as were life from thee fled." + +Child Stig he gave ear to his foster dame's rede, +And away to his bed he betook him with speed. + +'Twas late in the even, and down fell the dew, +Rigissa flung o'er her her mantle of blue. + +The lovely maid she her blue mantle put on, +And unto the chamber of Stig she is gone. + +On the door of the chamber begins she to knock: +"Arise, O Child Stig, and thy chamber unlock." + +"At the Ting to appear, I have summoned no wight, +And none I'll admit to my chamber at night." + +She's fingers, ten fingers, so tiny and small, +And out of the door she has picked the nails all. + +Fifteen iron nails, and a big stud of brass, +Then into the chamber Rigissa could pass. + +She sat herself down by the side of the bed, +And played with the locks of the young gallant's head. + +She kissed him full oft on his mouth rosy red, +But still he remained as were life from him fled. + +In her arms the young Stig she so fondly did press, +But quiet he lay nor returned her caress. + +Child Stig he awoke, and cast up his eyes: +"Who wakes me from sleep in this manner?" he cries. + +"If I cannot, Rigissa, my rest for thee take, +To the Dane King, thy brother, complaint I will make." + +"O thou may'st complain if thou feelest inclin'd, +But thou art the man on whom standeth my mind." + +The very next morning ere high was the sun, +Child Stig to complain to the Dane King is gone. + +"Dear Lord, I have this to complain of to thee, +For thy sister at night I at rest cannot be." + +The King in displeasure his footboy address'd: +"To come to my presence my sister request." + +Rigissa came in, 'fore the table stood she: +"What mean'st thou, O brother, by sending for me?" + +"O here is a knight doth complaint of thee make, +He cannot at night his repose for thee take." + +"It is but God's truth that his chamber I sought, +But nothing unseemly betwixt us was wrought. + +"Steel, glowing steel, I will bear on my hand, +And of crime with Child Stig I acquitted will stand." + +Long stood the Dane King, full of thought was his head: +"With no better man I my sister can wed." + +All hearts in the Dane King's palace were gay, +The Dane King has given his sister away. + +There was pleasure and smiling in every look, +For his beloved Lady Child Stig the maid took. + +Child Stig he brews ale, and the wine doth prepare, +He the Dane King invites to his castle so fair. + +The King and his gallant men all biddeth he, +And the Queen of the Danes of the party should be. + +Outspake the fair Queen, on her steed as she rode: +"Methinks I behold of Child Stig the abode." + +And thereto the page at her bridle replied: +"Of Stig the brave castle is known far and wide. + +"Within with the richest of gold it is graced, +Without with white silver 'tis all over cased." + +And, lo, when the gate of the castle they gained, +Five shaggy white bears stood before it enchained. + +And when in procession they entered the court, +Within it the hart and the roebuck did sport. + +In the midst of the court was a silver trough long, +Of birds and of animals round it a throng. + +Above spread the poplar and linden their shade, +In its coolness the hart and the little hind played. + +An apartment they entered, full lofty and fair, +Was crowded with women so courtly of air. + +All of red amber composed was the floor, +The roof with gilt letters was written all o'er. + +The table it was of the red shining gold +The napkin of Agerwool rare to behold. + +The walls were constructed of fair marble stone, +The beams of the roof of the whitest whale bone. + +On the floor they are dancing with rapture so high, +Tall, slender, and stately Sir Stig dances by. + +Straight and slim as a sapling Child Stig dances up, +In each hand holding a fair silver cup. + +Child Stig to the health of his bonny bride quaffed, +And forest and meadow delightedly laughed. + +The forest it bloomed, the boughs leaves put forth-- +She excels every damsel in beauty and worth. + +Late in the evening the mist it descends, +Child Stig his young bride to her chamber attends. + +Now gallant Child Stig has o'ercome his distress, +He sleeps in the arm of a lovely princess. + +And Damsel Rigissa is free from her fright, +By the side of Child Stig she reposes each night. + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28834.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28834.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ba945349c13ca792df0591b37a095856787300da --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28834.txt @@ -0,0 +1,285 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + [Picture: Manuscript of Yvashka with the Bear's ear] + + + + + + THE STORY + OF + YVASHKA WITH THE BEAR'S EAR + + + _Translated from the Russian_ + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +The tale of _Yvashka_; _or_, _Jack with the Bear's Ear_, is a great +favourite in Russia. Its main interest depends not so much on him of the +Bear's Ear, or even his comrade, Moustacho, who angles for trout with his +moustaches, as on Baba Yaga. This personage is the grand mythological +demon of the Russians, and frequently makes her appearance in their +popular tales, but perhaps in none plays so remarkable a part as in the +story of Yvashka. A little information with respect to her will perhaps +not be unacceptable to the reader before entering upon the story. She is +said to be a huge female who goes driving about the steppes in a mortar, +which she forces onward by pounding lustily with a pestle, though of +course, being in a mortar, she cannot wield the pestle without hurting +herself. As she hurries along she draws with her tongue, which is at +least three yards long, a mark upon the dust, and with it seizes every +living thing coming within her reach, which she swallows for the +gratification of her ever-raging appetite. She has several young and +handsome daughters whom she keeps in a deep well beneath her izbushka or +cabin, which has neither door nor window, and stands upon the wildest +part of the steppe upon crow's feet and is continually turning round. +Whenever Baba Yaga meets a person she is in the habit of screaming out:-- + + "_Oho_, _Oho_! + _I ne'er saw Russian wight till now_; + _But now the flesh of a Russian wight_ + _I smell with nose and see with sight_." + +Such is the Russian tradition about Baba Yaga, who is unlike in every +respect any of the goblins and mythological monsters of Western Europe, +except perhaps in her cry, which puts one in mind of the exclamation of +the giant in the English nursery tale of Jack the Giant killer:-- + + "_Fee_, _Fi_, _Fo_, _Fum_, + _I smell the blood of an Englishman_." + +In the demon lore of the Turks, however, there is a ghostly being with +which she seems to have considerable affinity. This goblin is called +Kara Conjulos. Kara Conjulos is a female, and lives at the bottom of a +well in a certain part of Constantinople, from which she emerges every +night and drives about the city in a cart drawn by two buffaloes. She is +much in the habit of stopping at caravansaries, going into the stables +and breeding a confusion and a panic amongst the horses. She has several +daughters, who occasionally accompany her in her expeditions and assist +her in the commission of her pranks. A certain learned effendi, in a +most curious Turkish book which he wrote about Constantinople, has a +great deal to say concerning this goblin and her daughters, and amongst +other things gives an account of a very bad night which he passed in a +caravansary at some little distance from the city owing to the intrusion +of Kara Conjulos and her bevy. + +Now for the story of Yvashka, or Jack. + + GEORGE BORROW. + + + + +THE STORY OF YVASHKA WITH THE BEAR'S EAR + + +In a certain kingdom, in a certain government, there lived a peasant +whose wife bore him a son who had the ear of a bear, on which account he +was called Yvashka, or Jack with the Bear's Ear. + +Now when Jack with the Bear's Ear was beginning to attain his full growth +he used to walk in the street and endeavour to play with the children; +and the child whom he seized by the hand, off he was sure to tear his +hand, and whom he seized by the head, off he would tear his head. The +other peasants, not being able to put up with such outrages, told Jack's +father that he must either cause his son to mend his manners or not +permit him to go out into the street to play with the children. The +father for a long time struggled to reform Jack, but perceiving that his +son did not improve he resolved to turn him out of doors, and said to +him: "Depart from me and go wheresoever you please. I will keep you no +longer in my house, for I am much afraid lest some misfortune should +happen to me on your account." + +So Jack with the Bear's Ear, having taken leave of his father and mother, +departed on his way. He journeyed for a long time until he arrived at a +forest, where he beheld a man cutting oaken billets. He went up to him +and said, "Good fellow, what may be your name?" + +"Quercillo," replied the other, whereupon they became sworn brothers and +proceeded farther. Arriving at a rocky mountain they perceived a man +hewing the rock, to whom they said, "God help you, honest lad; and what +may your name be?" + +"My name is Montano," replied he. + +Whereupon they called him their brother, and proposed to him that he +should leave off digging the mountain and should consent to go with them +forthwith. He agreed to their proposal, and all three forthwith +proceeded on their way, and journeyed for some time. Arriving at the +bank of a river they saw a man sitting, who had a pair of enormous +moustaches with which he angled for fish for his subsistence. They all +three said to him, "God help you brother in your fish-catching." + +"Thank you, brothers," he replied. + +"What may your name be?" they inquired. + +"Moustacho," he answered. Whereupon they called him also their brother +and invited him to join their company, which he did not refuse. And so +these four journeyed on, and whether they journeyed long or short, far or +near, my tale will be soon told, though the deed was a long time in +doing. At last they arrived at a forest, where they saw a cabin standing +on crow's feet, which kept turning here and there. They went up to it, +and said, "Cabin, cabin, stand with your rear to the wood and your front +to us." + +The cabin instantly obeyed them, and they having entered it began to +consult how they should contrive to live there. After that they all went +into the forest, killed some game, and prepared food for themselves. On +the second day they left Quercillo at home to cook the dinner, whilst +they themselves went into the forest to hunt. Quercillo having got ready +the dinner took his seat by the window and awaited the return of his +brethren. At that moment came Baba Yaga riding on an iron mortar, which +she urged on with the pestle, whilst with her tongue lolling out of her +mouth she drew a mark on the earth as she went, and entering into the +cabin she said: + + "'_Till now ne'er a Russian wight_ + _I've heard with ear_, _or seen with sight_, + _Now full clear I see and hear_." + +Then turning to Quercillo she inquired, "Wherefore did you come hither, +Quercillo?" Thereupon she began to beat him, and continued beating him +until he was half dead, after which she devoured all the food which had +been got ready, and then rode off. + +Upon the return of Quercillo's comrades from the chase they asked him for +their dinner, and he, not informing them that Baba Yaga had been there, +said that he had fallen into a swoon, and had got nothing ready. + +In the very same manner did Baba Yaga treat Montano and Moustacho. At +last, it coming to the turn of Jack with the Bear's Ear to sit at home, +he remained whilst his comrades went forth in quest of game. Jack cooked +and roasted everything, and having found in Baba Yaga's cabin a pot of +honey he placed a post by the perch, and having split it at the top he +thrust in a wedge and emptied the honey upon the post. He himself sat on +the perch, concealing behind him the post whilst he prepared three iron +rods. After the lapse of a little time arrived Baba Yaga and screamed +forth: + + "'_Till now ne'er a Russian true_ + _I've heard with ear_, _or seen with view_, + _Now I do both hear and view_." + +"Wherefore have you come hither, Jack with the Bear's Ear, and why dost +thou thus waste my property?" Whereupon she began to lick with her +tongue about the post, and no sooner did her tongue arrive at the fissure +than Jack snatched the wedge from out of the post, and having entrapped +her tongue he leaped up from the perch, and scourged her with the iron +rods until she begged that he would let her go, promising that he should +be in peace from her and that she would never more come to him. + +Jack consented to her prayer, and having set her tongue at liberty he +placed Baba Yaga in a corner whilst he himself sat by the window awaiting +his companions, who soon returned and imagined that Baba Yaga had acted +with him in the same manner as with themselves. But perceiving that he +had the food all ready prepared they were much astonished thereat. After +dinner he related how he had dealt with Baba Yaga, and laughed at them +that they were unable to manage her. At last, wishing to show them the +drubbed and beaten Baba Yaga he led them to the corner, but there she was +no longer. So they resolved to go in pursuit of her, and having arrived +at a stone they lifted it up and perceived a deep abyss, down which they +thought of descending. But as none of his companions had courage enough +to do this, Jack with the Bear's Ear consented to go. So they began to +construct a cable, and having made a canoe for him to sit in they let him +down into the gulf. + +Meanwhile Jack commanded them to wait for him a whole week, and provided +during this time they received no intelligence of him to await no longer. +"If I be alive and pull the rope draw up the canoe provided it be light; +but if it be heavy cut the rope in order that you may not draw up Baba +Yaga instead of me." Then having bid them farewell he descended into the +deep subterranean abyss. + +He remained there for a long time. At length he arrived at a cabin, +which having entered he beheld three beautiful damsels sitting at their +needle and embroidering with gold, and these were the daughters of Baba +Yaga. As soon as they perceived Jack with the Bear's Ear they said, +"Good youth, what has brought you hither? Here lives Baba Yaga, our +mother, and as soon as she arrives you are a dead man, for she will slay +you to a certainty; but if you will deliver us from this place we will +give you information how you may save your life." + +He promised to conduct them out of that abyss, and they said to him, "As +soon as our mother shall arrive she will cast herself upon you and begin +to fight with you, but after that she will desist and will run into the +cellar, where she has two pitchers standing filled with water; in the +blue pitcher is the water of strength and in the white that of weakness." + +Scarcely had the daughters of Baba Yaga concluded their discourse when +they heard their mother coming on the iron mortar driving with the +pestle, whilst with her tongue lolling out of her mouth she drew a mark +as she went, whereupon they acquainted Jack. Baba Yaga having arrived +screamed out: + + "'_Till now ne'er a Russ have I_ + _Heard with ear or seen with eye_, + _Now do I both hear and spy_." + +"For what are you come hither, Jack with the Bear's Ear? Do you imagine +to disturb me here also?" + +Then casting herself suddenly upon him she began to fight. Both combated +for a considerable time, and at length they fell upon the earth. Baba +Yaga jumped up and ran into the cellar, whither Jack likewise rushed +after her, and she without examining seized the white pitcher and Jack +the blue one, and both drank; after that they went out of the cellar and +recommenced their combat. Jack having overpowered her seized her by the +hair and beat Baba Yaga with her own pestle. She began to entreat Jack +to take pity upon her, promised to live at peace with him, and that very +moment to depart from the place. Jack with the Bear's Ear consented +thereto, and ceased beating Baba Yaga. + +As soon as she was departed he went to her daughters, thanked them for +their information, and told them to prepare to leave the place. Whilst +they were packing up their things he went to the rope, and having pulled +at it his companions instantly let down the canoe, in which he placed the +eldest sister, and by her sent word to them to draw them all up. Jack's +comrades having drawn up the damsel were much astonished at the sight of +her, but having learned from her the whole affair they hoisted up her +other sisters. At last they let down the canoe for Jack, but he having +this time stowed into the canoe many clothes and a great deal of money, +and having likewise seated himself therein, his comrades feeling the +weight imagined that it was Baba Yaga who sat there, and cutting the rope +left poor Jack in the abyss. Thereupon they agreed to marry the damsels, +and lost no time in so doing. + +In the meantime Jack with the Bear's Ear walked for a long time about +this abyss seeking for an outlet. At last by good fortune he found in +the gloomy place an iron door, which having broke open he proceeded for a +long time in the same darkness; he then beheld a light at a distance, and +directing his course straight towards it he emerged from the cavern. +After this he determined to seek his comrades, whom he soon found, and +the whole three were already married. Upon seeing them he began to ask +them why they had left him in the hole. His comrades in great terror +told Jack that it was Moustacho who had cut the rope, and him Jack +immediately slew, and took his wife to be his own. Then they all lived +together, and acquired great riches. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28850.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28850.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c39497b160c2aaf95d80d93cc23598a54fa733b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28850.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE WORKS OF + +JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY + + +AN INDEX + + +By John Lothrop Motley + + +Edited by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + + + +CONTENTS + +Click on the ## before each title to go directly to a +linked index of the detailed chapters and illustrations + +John Lothrop Motley (1814-1877) + +Quotes & Images + +## Rise of the Dutch Republic I. (1555-66) +## Rise of the Dutch Republic II. (1566-74) +## Rise of the Dutch Republic III. (1574-84) + + +## History of the United Netherlands I. (1584-86) +## History of the United Netherlands II. (1586-89) +## History of the United Netherlands III. (1590-99) +## History of the United Netherlands IV. (1600-09) + + +## Life and Death of John of Barneveld I. (1609-15) +## Life and Death of John of Barneveld II. (1614-23) + + + +## John Lothrop Motley, A Memoir, by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + +Rise of the Dutch Republic I. (1555-66) + +PREFACE + +HISTORICAL INTRODUCTION. + +Part 1. + +I. + +II. + +III. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + + + +Part 2. + +VII. + +VIII. + +IX. + +X. + +XI. + +XII. + +XIII. + +XIV. + +THE RISE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC + +PHILIP THE SECOND IN THE NETHERLANDS +CHAPTER I. 1555 +CHAPTER II. 1555-1558 +CHAPTER III. 1558-1559 + +ADMINISTRATION OF THE DUCHESS MARGARET. + +CHAPTER I. 1559-1560 +CHAPTER II. 1560-1561 +CHAPTER III. 1561-1562 +CHAPTER IV. 1563-1564 +CHAPTER V. 1564-1565 +CHAPTER VI. 1566 +CHAPTER VII. 1566 + + + + +Rise of the Dutch Republic II. (1566-74) + +VOLUME 2, Book 1., 1566 +CHAPTER VIII. 1566 +CHAPTER IX. 1566, Part 1 +CHAPTER IX. 1567, Part 2 +CHAPTER X. 1567 + +ALVA +CHAPTER I. 1567, Part 3 +CHAPTER II. 1568 +CHAPTER III. 1568 +CHAPTER IV. 1568 +CHAPTER V. 1569-70 +CHAPTER VI. 1570 +CHAPTER VII. 1572 +CHAPTER VIII. 1572-73 +CHAPTER IX. 1573 + +ADMINISTRATION OF THE GRAND COMMANDER +CHAPTER I. 1573-74 +CHAPTER II. 1574 + + + + +Rise of the Dutch Republic III. (1574-84) +CHAPTER III. 1574-1576 +CHAPTER IV. 1576 +CHAPTER V. 1576-1577 + +PART V. + +DON JOHN OF AUSTRIA. + +CHAPTER I. 1576-1577 +CHAPTER II. 1577 +CHAPTER III. +CHAPTER IV. +CHAPTER V. + +PART VI. + +ALEXANDER OF PARMA, 1578-1584. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + + + + +History of the United Netherlands I. (1584-86) +PREFACE. + +THE UNITED NETHERLANDS + +CHAPTER I. +CHAPTER II. +CHAPTER III. 1584-1585 +CHAPTER IV. +CHAPTER V. 1585, Part 1, Alexander Farnese, The Duke Of Parma +CHAPTER V. 1585, Part 2, Alexander Farnese, The Duke of Parma +CHAPTER V. 1585, Part 3, Alexander Farnese, The Duke of Parma +CHAPTER VI. 1585, Part 1 +CHAPTER VI. 1585, Part 2 +CHAPTER VII. 1585-1586, Part 1 +CHAPTER VII. 1586, Part 2 +CHAPTER VIII. 1586 + + + + +History of the United Netherlands II. (1586-89) +CHAPTER IX. 1586 +CHAPTER X. 1586 +CHAPTER XI. 1586 +CHAPTER XII. 1586 +CHAPTER XIII. 1587 +CHAPTER XIV. 1587 +CHAPTER XV. 1587 +CHAPTER XVI. 1587 +CHAPTER XVII. 1587 +CHAPTER XVIII. 1588, Part 1. +CHAPTER XVIII. 1588, Part 2. +CHAPTER XIX. 1588, Part 1. +CHAPTER XIX. 1588, Part 2. +CHAPTER XX. 1588-1589 + + + + +History of the United Netherlands III. (1590-99) +CHAPTER XXI. +CHAPTER XXII. +CHAPTER XXIII. 1590 +CHAPTER XXIV. 1590-1592 +CHAPTER XXV. +CHAPTER XXVI. 1592 +CHAPTER XXVII. +CHAPTER XXVIII. 1592-1594 +CHAPTER XXIX. +CHAPTER XXX. 1594 +CHAPTER XXXI. 1595 +CHAPTER XXXII. 1595-1596 +CHAPTER XXXIII. 1597-1598 +CHAPTER XXXIV. 1598 +CHAPTER XXXV. +CHAPTER XXXVI. 1598-1599 +CHAPTER XXXVII. + + + + +History of the United Netherlands IV. (1600-09) +CHAPTER XXXVIII. 1600 +CHAPTER XXXIX. +CHAPTER XL. 1602-1603 +CHAPTER XLI. 1603-1604 +CHAPTER XLII. +CHAPTER XLIII. 1604-1605 +CHAPTER XLIV. +CHAPTER XLV. 1605-1607 +CHAPTER XLVI. +CHAPTER XLVII. 1607 +CHAPTER XLVIII. +CHAPTER XLIX. 1607 +CHAPTER L. 1608 +CHAPTER LI. 1608 +CHAPTER LII. 1609 +CHAPTER LIII. +CONCLUSION. + + + + +Life and Death of John of Barneveld I. (1609-15) +PREFACE + +THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JOHN OF BARNEVELD + +CHAPTER I. +CHAPTER II. 1609-10 +CHAPTER III. +CHAPTER IV. 1610 +CHAPTER V. 1610-12 +CHAPTER VI. 1609-14 +CHAPTER VII. +CHAPTER VIII. +CHAPTER IX. 1613-15 +CHAPTER X. + + + + +Life and Death of John of Barneveld II. (1614-23) +CHAPTER XI. 1614-17 +CHAPTER XII. +CHAPTER XIII. 1617 +CHAPTER XIV. +CHAPTER XV. +CHAPTER XVI. 1618 +CHAPTER XVII. +CHAPTER XVIII. +CHAPTER XIX. 1618-19 +CHAPTER XX. +CHAPTER XXI. 1619-23 +CHAPTER XXII. +CHAPTER XXIII. + + + + +John Lothrop Motley, A Memoir, +by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. +Volume I. +I. 1814-1827. To AEt. 13. +II. 1827-1831. AEt. 13-17. +III. 1832-1833. AEt. 18-19. +IV. 1834-1839. 2Et. 20-25. +V. 1841-1842. AEt. 27-28. +VI. 1844. AEt. 30. +VII. 1845-1847. AEt. 31-33. +VIII. 1847-1849. AEt. 33-35. +IX. 1850. AEt. 36. +X. 1851-1856. AEt. 37-42. +XI. 1856-1857. AEt. 42-43. +XII. 1856-1857. AEt. 42-43. +XIII. 1858-1860. AEt. 44-46. +XIV. 1859. AEt. 45. +XV. 1860. At. 46. +Volume II. +XVI. 1860-1866. AEt. 46-52. +XVII. 1861-1863. AEt. 47-49. +XVIII. 1866-1867. AEt. 52-43. +XIX. 1867-1868. AEt. 53-54. +XX. 1868-1869. AEt. 54-55. +XXI. 1869-1870. AEt. 55-56. +Volume III. +XXII. 1874. AEt. 60. +XXIII. 1874-1877. AEt. 60-63. +XXIV. CONCLUSION. +APPENDIX. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28852.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28852.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d2662908e66fb24a57b6dec6e757219b663d85f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28852.txt @@ -0,0 +1,245 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Greg Bergquist +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +Seventeen Species of Bats Recorded from +Barro Colorado Island, Panama Canal Zone + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and WILLIAM B. JACKSON + + +University of Kansas Publications + +Museum of Natural History + +Volume 5, No. 37, pp. 641-646 + +December 1, 1953 + + +University of Kansas + +LAWRENCE + +1953 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 37, pp. 641-646 +December 1, 1953 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1953 + + +25-264 + + + + +Seventeen Species of Bats Recorded from Barro Colorado Island, Panama +Canal Zone + +By + +E. RAYMOND HALL and WILLIAM B. JACKSON + + +Our aim is to bring up to date the list of kinds of bats actually known +from Barro Colorado Island, Panama. In 1952 Samuel T. Dickenson, +Marguerite Schultz, George P. Young, and E. Raymond Hall spent the first +17 days of April (except Mrs. Schultz who left on April 8) on Barro +Colorado Island. On eight evenings a silk net, 30 feet long and 7 feet +high with a 3/4-inch mesh, was stretched in an open place to intercept +bats. On the first five nights it was stretched in the laboratory +clearing. On April 6 the net was erected in the forest across the +Barbara Lathrop Trail 25 feet past its entrance; on the 7th and 8th the +net was placed across the Snyder-Molino Trail at the Termite Cemetery, +150 yards southwest of the new (built in 1952) laboratory. + +William B. Jackson was on the island from January 30 to June 6, 1952, as +a member of a group from the American Museum of Natural History. On May +4 he set the bat net across Allee Creek at the beginning of the Barbara +Lathrop Trail, and from May 5 to 27 he set the net in the Termite +Cemetery where it was mounted between two small trees with its lower +edge approximately 5 feet above the ground. Unless otherwise stated, +specimens were caught in this net. + +On Barro Colorado Island one aim is to preserve the biota and natural +conditions with as little interference from man as possible. +Consequently most of the bats captured were released after being +wing-banded by Jackson with U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service bat bands; +but an attempt was made, with the permission of Mr. James Zetek, +Resident Custodian of the Canal Zone Biological Area administered +through the Smithsonian Institution, to save one or a few specimens of +each species for positive identification. Catalogue numbers are of the +University of Kansas, Museum of Natural History, unless otherwise +indicated. We are obliged to Mr. Colin C. Sanborn and Mr. Robert J. +Russell for checking our identifications of the specimens. Assistance +with field work is acknowledged from the Kansas University Endowment +Association, the United States Navy, Office of Naval Research, through +contract No. NR-161-791, and Mr. James Zetek. + +Six species of bats were recorded from Barro Colorado Island by +Professor Robert K. Enders in his "Mammalian Life Histories from Barro +Colorado Island, Panama" (Bull. Mus. Comp. Zool., at Harvard College, +78: 383-502, 5 pls., October, 1935). With his list as a starting place +we can offer a revised list as follows: + +Saccopteryx bilineata (Temminck).--Nos. 45061, 45062, 45097, and 402 and +404 of Jackson. Nonpregnant female No. 45061 captured on April 3 weighed +7.0 grams; No. 45062 captured on April 4 contained one embryo 22 mm. +long. It was common to see several bats of this species, not in a +cluster but with a few inches of space between any one bat and its +neighbors, on the vertical screens that covered the airways beneath the +eaves of the buildings. A colony was established in Zetek House (a +trail-end house on the western side of the Island), and several +individuals often were seen in the Tower House. As many as 50 +individuals could be found at the Van Tyne Big Tree (_Bombacopsis +Fendleri_) where they hung singly in the shaded inter-buttress spaces +and on the exposed trunk sometimes up to a height of 100 feet. +Occasionally several individuals would be seen in inter-buttress spaces +of large trees on other parts of the Island. These bats were more alert +during the daylight hours than were most other kinds of bats and could +be approached and captured only with considerable difficulty. From the +various colonies 13 females and 3 males were banded. + +Noctilio leporinus mexicanus Goldman.--Seen in Wheeler Estuary by Enders +(_op. cit._:416) who uses the subspecific name _N. l. leporinus_. +Goodwin (Bull. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 79:121, May 29, 1942) later used +the subspecific name _N. l. mexicanus_ for this species in Panama. + +Micronycteris megalotis microtis Miller.--Enders (_op. cit._:417) +obtained specimens of this species from the underside of a fallen log +and in a hollow tree at marker No. 23 on the Pearson Trail. + +Phyllostomus discolor discolor Wagner.--Taken from a hollow tree by +Enders (_op. cit._:417). + +Glossophaga soricina leachii (Gray).--No. 45073, April 5. + +Carollia perspicillata azteca Saussure.--No. 400 of Jackson taken at +Allee Creek and Barbara Lathrop Trail and No. 52456 (410 of Jackson) at +Termite Cemetery. These two nonpregnant females weighed 14.7 and 17.7 +grams, respectively. Two ([Male] and [Female]), caught at Termite +Cemetery were banded and released. + +Carollia castanea H. Allen.--Males, 45080 and 45081, weighed 11.8 and +11.5 grams; at 9:30 P.M., on April 6, on Barbara Lathrop Trail. + +Vampyrops helleri Peters.--Male, No. 45095, in net on April 4; weighed +15 grams. + +Vampyressa minuta Miller.--Lactating female, No. 45094, weighed 10.0 +grams. At 10:30 A.M. at the outer end of the Armour Trail, Young and +Hall had barely paused to listen to animal sounds when they saw this bat +alight on a breast-high twig of a bush beneath large trees in the gloom +of the forest. Possibly it had been disturbed when the zoologists a few +seconds before had pushed aside bushes that partly obstructed the trail. + +Vampyressa nymphaea Thomas.--Nonpregnant female No. 52455 (403 of +Jackson) weighed 10.3 grams and was taken at the Termite Cemetery on May +8. So far as we know, this specimen provides the first record of +occurrence in North America of this species which previously had been +recorded only from South America. + +Chiroderma isthmica Miller.--Male No. 45096, April 2; weighed 13.7 +grams. + +Vampyrodes major G.M. Allen.--Male No. 45085, weighed 33 grams. It and +the one _Chiroderma isthmica_ on the morning of April 2 constituted the +total catch found in the net stretched in the open clearing between two +cabins. + +Artibeus lituratus palmarum J.A. Allen and Chapman.--Nonpregnant female +No. 45086 taken on evening of April 7, weighed 68.0 grams. No. 401 of +Jackson taken on May 6 weighed 53.5 grams and contained one embryo 12 +mm. long; his No. 409 taken on May 10 weighed 53.7 grams and contained +one embryo 15 mm. long. + +Enders (_op. cit._:418) took specimens of _Artibeus jamaicensis +jamaicensis_ in Panama and possibly on Barro Colorado Island; he is not +specific as to locality. + +Artibeus cinereus watsoni Thomas.--Male No. 45087 on April 8; weight +13.6 grams. Ingles (Jour. Mamm., 34:267, May, 1953) records the finding +of as many as three of these bats on the Island in a "tent" that the +bats had made of a frond of the palm, _Geonoma decurrens_. + +Thyroptera tricolor albigula G.M. Allen.--On May 10 along the +Snyder-Molino Trail 50 meters from its beginning Dr. E.R. Dunn found in +a curled _Heliaconia_ leaf a group of four bats of this species. A +lactating female (No. 405 of Jackson), a young male (No. 406 of +Jackson) attached to its mother's teat, and a male (No. 407 of Jackson, +now 52457 K.U.) weighed, respectively, 4.8, 2.2, and 4.0 grams. The +young one remained attached to the mother when she flew about the +laboratory. The fourth specimen, a male, was banded and released. These +bats with the aid of suction cups on their wrists and ankles hung head +up in the rolled leaf and on places in the laboratory on which they +alighted. This species was previously recorded (see Enders, _op. +cit._:421) from Barro Colorado Island, on the basis of other specimens +also captured by Professor Dunn. + +Myotis nigricans nigricans (Schinz).--Nos. 45089-45091 and No. 408 of +Jackson. Nos. 45090 and 45091 were plucked from under the eaves of +buildings, but No. 45089 was caught in the net on the evening of April +5. Jackson found this species to roost between the corrugations of the +metal roof and the underlying wooden supports. He banded 14 individuals, +most of which were pulled with forceps from their resting places in the +old laboratory or the kitchen. All were males. Five were recaptured from +one to 13 days after banding, and two were found in the places from +which they originally had been plucked 13 days previously. Enders (_op. +cit._:421) found this species to be abundant about the laboratory where +it spent the day hanging under the eaves. + +Molossus coibensis J.A. Allen.--Males Nos. 45092 and 45093 weighed 13.9 +and 10.0 grams. They were taken in the clearing on April 3 and 5. Enders +(_op. cit._:421) found this bat under the eaves of the laboratory along +with _Myotis nigricans_. + + * * * * * + +On April 19, 1952, Dr. Harold Trapido kindly took Young, Dickenson, +Hall, and Dr. and Mrs. E.R. Dunn to the Experimental Botanical Gardens +at Summit in the Canal Zone where Nos. 45082-45084 of _Uroderma +bilobatum_ Peters were saved. On the same date Doctor Trapido took the +five of us also to Chilibrillo Cave in Panama 10 miles north of Pedro +Miguel where specimens were saved as follows: _Saccopteryx bilineata_ +(Temminck), 45059 and 45060; _Phyllostomus hastatus panamensis_ J.A. +Allen, 45063-45072; _Lonchophylla robusta_ Miller, 45074-45075; +_Carollia perspicillata azteca_ Saussure, 45076-45079; _Natalus +mexicanus saturabus_ Dalquest and Hall, 45088. + +_Transmitted July 20, 1953._ + +25-264 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28864.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28864.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..84b7a88b14b4be12aa5480c1edf99a2c94fd72fd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28864.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Greg Bergquist +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +A New Subspecies of Microtus montanus from +Montana and Comments on Microtus +canicaudus Miller + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and KEITH R. KELSON + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History +Volume 5, No. 7, pp. 73-79 +October 1, 1951 + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1951 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Edward H. Taylor, Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 7, pp. 73-79 +October 1, 1951 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1951 + +23-7438 + + + + +A New Subspecies of Microtus montanus from Montana and Comments on +Microtus canicaudus Miller + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL AND KEITH R. KELSON + + +In 1949, for the Museum of Natural History of the University of Kansas, +Mr. John A. White collected two specimens of the species _Microtus +montanus_ in the Bitterroot Valley of Montana, that did not fit the +description of any named subspecies. These were laid aside until we +could examine the additional specimens from Montana in the Biological +Surveys collection in the United States National Museum, some of which +previously had been reported by Bailey (N. Amer. Fauna, 17:31, June 6, +1900) under the name _Microtus nanus canescens_ Bailey [=_Microtus +montanus canescens_]. Our examination reveals that the animals from the +Bitterroot and Flathead valleys belong to an heretofore unrecognized +subspecies which is named and described below. + + Microtus montanus pratincolus new subspecies + + _Type._--Female, adult, skull and skin, No. 34004, Univ. Kansas, + Mus. Nat. Hist.; from 6 mi. E Hamilton, 3700 ft., Ravalli County, + Montana; obtained on August 14, 1949, by John A. White; original + number 477. + + _Geographic distribution._--Flathead and Bitterroot valleys of + western Montana. + + _Diagnosis._--Size small for the species (see measurements). Color: + Essentially as in _Microtus montanus nanus_. Skull: Small, slender, + and comparatively smooth; rostrum moderately depressed distally; + nasals moderately inflated distally and extending posteriorly not + quite to tips of premaxillary tongues; nasals usually truncate + posteriorly, but rounded in some individuals; premaxillary tongues + terminating posteriorly in a short medial spine; zygomatic arches + lightly constructed and usually more widely spreading posteriorly + than anteriorly; interparietal comparatively long and terminating + in a small, but distinct, medial spine, otherwise approximately + rectangular in shape; exposed parts of upper incisors short and, + for the species, only slightly procumbent; molar dentition weak + and, in most specimens, especially so posteriorly; tympanic bullae + large and well inflated, especially ventrolaterally; basioccipital + narrow owing to the encroachment of the tympanic bullae. + + _Comparison._--Among named forms, _Microtus montanus pratincolus_ + most closely resembles _Microtus montanus nanus_. The geographic + range of _M. m. nanus_ adjoins that of _M. m. pratincolus_ on three + sides; there is no conspecific subspecies adjoining the range of + _M. m. pratincolus_ on the north. From _M. m. nanus_, _M. m. + pratincolus_ differs as follows (measurements are all of males, + those of _M. m. nanus_ being of nine topotypes and near topotypes + from central Idaho): size smaller (149 mm. as opposed to 165), tail + shorter (37 as opposed to 39), hind foot shorter (19 as opposed to + 20), upper molar series shorter (expressed as a percentage of + basilar length, 25.5 as opposed to 26.3), mastoidal region broader + (expressed as a percentage of basilar length, 48.6 as opposed to + 46.7), braincase slightly more vaulted (depth of braincase + expressed as a percentage of basilar length, 31.3 as opposed to + 30.4) and more inflated laterally; tympanic bullae more inflated, + this inflation being the most conspicuous difference between the + two subspecies. The tympanic bullae of _M. m. pratincolus_ have + approximately a fourth more volume than those of _M. m. nanus_. + +_Remarks._--Northwardly in the Bitterroot Valley, specimens of _M. m. +pratincolus_ morphologically approach _M. m. nanus_, especially in the +reduced degree of inflation of the tympanic portion of the bullae. On +geographic grounds we think that the geographic range of _M. m. +pratincolus_ extends southward to the southern end of the Bitterroot +Valley; we have not seen specimens from that area. Although we have not +examined the specimen reported upon by Davis (Murrelet, 18:26, September +4, 1937) from Canyon Creek, "a few miles west of Hamilton", Montana, we +think that it will be found to belong to _M. m. pratincolus_. + +Our examination of specimens from localities in Montana east of the +range here ascribed to _M. m. pratincolus_ indicates that, among named +kinds of _Microtus_, those specimens are best referred to _M. m. nanus_. +These specimens are listed below under comparative materials. It should +be mentioned here that although Bailey (_loc. cit._) applied the name +_Microtus nanus canescens_ to Montanan specimens from Flathead Lake and +Hot Springs Creek, the subspecies _M. montanus canescens_ now is thought +to be restricted to Washington and the adjoining part of British +Columbia; _M. m. canescens_ does not occur so far east as Montana. + +Grateful acknowledgment is made to those persons in charge of the +Biological Surveys collection for permission to study the specimens in +that collection, and to the Kansas Endowment Association for support of +the field work which yielded the specimens from six miles east of +Hamilton, Montana. The study here reported upon was aided also by a +contract between the Office of Naval Research, Department of the Navy, +and the University of Kansas (NR 161-791). + + _Measurements._--The following measurements in millimeters are + those of the holotype and the average, maximum, and minimum, + respectively, of eleven adult males from various places in the + range of the subspecies. Except as noted below, we are unable to + detect significant morphological differences in the populations + sampled and believe that pooling of the measurements is justifiable + in this case. Measurements are: Total length, 129, 149 (156-141); + length of tail-vertebrae, 27, 37 (39-31); length of hind foot, 18, + 19 (20-18) (all preceding measurements are those of the + collectors); basilar length, 22.2, 24.5 (25.7-23.4); greatest + length of nasals, 6.7, 6.9 (7.4-6.4); zygomatic breadth, 14.2, 14.6 + (14.9-13.9); mastoidal breadth, 11.3, 11.8 (12.3-10.8); alveolar + length of upper molar series, 6.0, 6.2 (6.5-5.9); depth of + braincase (shortest distance from ventral surface of + basioccipito-basisphenoidal suture to the dorsal surface of the + cranium, and not perpendicular to the long axis of the skull), 7.7, + 7.7 (7.9-7.5); width of rostrum, 4.7, 4.8 (5.0-4.6); interorbital + breadth, 3.2, 3.4 (3.6-3.2). Measurements of females, other than + those of the holotype, are not given owing to the lack of + sufficient material. Females, however, do not appear to differ + appreciably in measurements from males. + + _Specimens examined_ (in U.S. Nat. Mus., Biol. Surv. Coll., except + as otherwise indicated).--Total, 26, all from Montana, as follows: + _Sanders Co._: Hot-springs Cr., 4. _Lake Co._: end of W arm + Flathead Lake, 5; Ravalli, 8. _Ravalli Co._: Florence, 2; 8 mi. NE + Stevensville, 4000 ft., 1; Corvallis, 4; 6 mi. E Hamilton, 3700 + ft., 2(K.U.). + + _Comparative materials_ (in U.S. Nat. Mus., Biol. Surv. + Coll.).--_Microtus montanus nanus_: Total, 72, as follows: IDAHO: + _Lewis Co._: Nez Perce, 3. _Idaho Co._: Seven Devils Mts., 3550 + ft., 3. _Custer Co._: Challis, 7; Pahsimeroi Mts. (9300 ft., 8; + 9700 ft., 4), 12. _Butte Co._: Lost River Mts., 1. _Canyon Co._: + Nampa, 1; Bowmont, 1. _Ada Co._: Boise, 1. _Blaine Co._: Sawtooth + Lake, 2; Alturas Lake, 3. _Owyhee Co._: Three Cr., 3. _Minidoka + Co._: Heyburn, 2. _Bannock Co._: Pocatello, 4. _Bear Lake Co._: + Montpelier Cr., 3. MONTANA: _Fergus Co._: Big Snowy Mts., 11. + _Gallatin Co._: West Fork of West Fork, Gallatin River, 1. _Park + Co._: Lamar River, 7000 ft., 2; Gardiner, 1. _Sweetgrass Co._: + "near" head Big Timber Cr., Crazy Mts., 1; Big Timber Cr., 5200 + ft., Crazy Mts., 1; 14 mi. S Big Timber, 1; West Boulder Cr., 18 + mi. SE Livingston, 2; McLeod, 1. _Carbon Co._: Beartooth Mts., 2; + Beartooth Lake, 1. WYOMING: _Park Co._: N end Lake, Yellowstone + Nat'l Park, 2. + + + Microtus montanus canicaudus Miller + + 1897. _Microtus canicaudus_ Miller, Proc. Biol. Soc. Washington, + 11:67, April 21, type from McCoy, Willamette Valley, Polk County, + Oregon. + +In 1938 when one of us (Hall, Proc. Biol. Soc. Washington, 51:131-134, +August 23, 1938) arranged several nominal species of _Microtus_ as +subspecies of the species _Microtus montanus_, _Microtus canicaudus_ was +not included because that writer had not examined representative +specimens. In the U.S. Biological Surveys collection in the U.S. +National Museum we have examined specimens of _M. m. canicaudus_, all +from Oregon, as follows: Hood River (Catalogue Nos. 262583-262586); +Canby (262577, 262578); Wapinitia (79985-79988); Sheridan (69779, +69780); McCoy (75834-75842, 77744); Salem (246736); Albany (161554); and +Corvallis (242552). The four specimens from Wapinitia seem to be those +that Bailey (N. Amer. Fauna, 17:29, June 6, 1900) listed as _Microtus +montanus_. The diagnostic characters mentioned by Miller in the +original description (Proc. Biol. Soc. Washington, 11:67, April 21, +1897) included the following: size approximately the same as in +_Microtus [montanus] nanus_; upper parts yellowish; tail usually nearly +uniform grayish above and below; auditory bullae much inflated; lateral +pits at posterior edge of bony palate unusually shallow. Because the +tails of the original series were understuffed and variously rotated, +they seemed to be less sharply bicolored than is the case, as shown by +subsequently collected specimens. Otherwise we find that the characters +mentioned above differentiate _canicaudus_ from its nearest relatives, +_Microtus montanus canescens_ to the northward, _M. m. nanus_ to the +eastward, and _M. m. montanus_ to the southward. In _canicaudus_ we have +noted one additional differential character; the interpterygoid space is +acuminate anteriorly. In this feature and in each of the other features +mentioned above, intergradation with _Microtus montanus nanus_ is seen +in the specimens from Hood River and Wapinitia. In the specimens from +Hood River the auditory bullae are only slightly less inflated than in +those topotypes of _canicaudus_ having the smallest bullae; there is +appreciable variation in size of the bullae in the topotypes. Even so, +the minimum size of bullae among the topotypes is larger than the +maximum size in the specimens from Wapinitia. The four specimens from +Wapinitia have the yellowish color of _canicaudus_ to a considerable +degree, and show intergradation between _canicaudus_ and _nanus_ in +depth of the palatal pits and shape of interpterygoid space. The +slightly larger size of these specimens from Wapinitia suggests +intergradation with _M. m. montanus_. The tympanic bullae in the +specimens from Wapinitia seem to be smaller than in specimens of +_canicaudus_, _nanus_, or _montanus_. + +Because of the intergradation described above between _Microtus montanus +nanus_ and _M. canicaudus_, the latter should stand as _Microtus +montanus canicaudus_. + + * * * * * + +Bailey (N. Amer. Fauna, 55:206, August 29, 1936) recorded _canicaudus_ +from Warm Springs in the Deschutes Valley of Oregon and from the state +of Washington. Other authors also have recorded _canicaudus_ from the +state of Washington. Our examination of specimens leads us to conclude, +as did Dalquest (Univ. Kansas Publ., Mus. Nat. Hist., 2:348, 349, April +9, 1948), that _canicaudus_ does not occur in Washington. The reported +occurrence of _M. canicaudus_ at Warm Springs, Deschutes Valley, Oregon, +seems to be the result of an error in identification. The specimens +concerned seem to be two _Microtus longicaudus mordax_ (Nos. 207060 and +207082 U.S.N.M.). They are labeled as collected at "Warm Springs (Mill +Cr.--20 Mi. W of)". Bailey's (_op. cit._, fig. 46, p. 209) map showing +the distribution in Oregon of _Microtus mordax mordax_ [=_Microtus +longicaudus mordax_] has a locality-dot at Warm Springs itself. Bailey +seems to have erred; he should have placed this dot 20 miles farther +west, we think. When preparing his map (_op. cit._, fig. 43, p. 205) +showing the geographic distribution of _Microtus canicaudus_, Bailey +seems to have misidentified these same two specimens as _M. canicaudus_, +and for them placed a locality-dot on his map 20 miles east (instead of +west) of Warm Springs. In brief, Bailey probably did not see any +specimens of _canicaudus_ or specimens of any other subspecies of +_Microtus montanus_ from Warm Springs. + +_Transmitted February 15, 1951._ + + +23-7438 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28871.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28871.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b9070d660594a8b2e91d33e54fab21c57871818a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28871.txt @@ -0,0 +1,514 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE SEVEN GREAT MONARCHIES OF THE ANCIENT ASIAN WORLD + +By George Rawlinson + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger +Project Gutenberg Editions + +George Rawlinson (1812-1902) + +Chaldaea, Assyria, Media, Babylon, Persia, Parthia, +Sassanian Empire; And The History of Phoenicia + + + + +CONTENTS +Click on the ## before each title to go directly to a +linked index of the detailed chapters and illustrations +## Chaldaea + +## Assyria + +## Media + +## Babylon + +## Persia + +## Parthia + +## Sassanian Empire + + and + +## History of Phoenicia + + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Chaldaea + +PREFACE TO FIVE GREAT MONARCHIES. + +PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION. + +PREFACE TO THE SIXTH MONARCHY. + +PREFACE TO SEVENTH MONARCHY. + +REFERENCES + +THE FIRST MONARCHY. + +CHALDAEA. + +CHAPTER I. GENERAL VIEW OF THE COUNTRY +CHAPTER II. CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS +CHAPTER III. THE PEOPLE +CHAPTER IV. LANGUAGE AND WRITING +CHAPTER V. ARTS AND SCIENCES +CHAPTER VI. MANNERS AND CUSTOMS +CHAPTER VII. RELIGION +CHAPTER VIII. HISTORY AND CHRONOLOGY + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Plate 1 +1. Plan of Mugheir ruins (after Taylor) + +Plate 2 +2. Ruins of Warka (Erech) (after Loftus) + +Plate 3 +3. Akkerkuf (after Ker Porter) +4. Hamman (after Loftus) + +Plate 4 +5. Tel-Ede (ditto) +6. Palms (after Oppert) + +Plate 5 +7. Chaldaean reeds, from an Assyrian sculpture (after Layard) + +Plate 6 +8. Wild sow and pigs, from Koyunjik (Layard) +9. Ethiopians (after Prichard) +10. Cuneiform inscriptions (drawn by the Author, from bricks in the British Museum) + +Page 42 + +Plate 7 +10. Cuneiform inscriptions (drawn by the Author, from bricks in the British Museum) +11. Chaldaean tablet (after Layard) +12. Signet-cylinder (after Ker Porter) + +Page 44 + +Plate 8 +13. Bowariyeh (after Loftus) +14. Mugheir Temple (ditto) + +Plate 9 +15. Ground-plan of ditto (ditto) +16. Mugheir Temple, restored (by the Author) +17. Terra-cotta cone, actual size (after Loftus) + +Plate 10 +18. Plan and wall of building patterned with cones (after Loftus) +19. Ground-plan of chambers excavated at Abu-Shahrein (after Taylor) + +Plate 11 +20. Brick vault at Mugheir (ditto) +21. Chaldaean dish-cover tombs (ditto) + +Plate 12 +21. Chaldaean dish-cover tombs (ditto) +22. Chaldaean jar-coffin (ditto) +23. Section of drain (ditto) + +Plate 13 +24. Chaldaean vases of the first period (drawn by the Author from vases in the +British Museum) +25. Chaldaean vases, drinking-vessels, and amphora of the second period (ditto) +26. Chaldaean lamps of the second period (ditto) + +Plate 14 +27. Seal-cylinder on metal axis (drawn and partly restored by the Author) +28. Signet-cylinder of King Urukh (after Ker Porter) +29. Flint knives (drawn by the Author from the originals in the British Museum) + +Plate 15 +30. Stone hammer, hatchet, adze, and nail (chiefly after Taylor) +31. Chaldaean bronze spear and arrow-heads +(drawn by the Author from the originals in the British Museum) + +Plate 16 +32. Bronze implements (ditto) +33. Flint implement (after Taylor) +34. Ear-rings (drawn by the Author from the originals +in the British Museum) 16 + +Plate 17 +35. Leaden pipe and jar (ditto) +36. Bronze bangles (ditto) + +Plate 18 +37. Senkareh table of squares + +Page 66 + +Plate 19 +38. Costumes of Chaldaeans from the cylinders (after Cullimore and Rich) +39. Serpent symbol (after Cullimore) +40. Flaming Sword (ditto) +41. Figure of Nin. the Fish-God (Layard) +42. Nin's emblem. the Man Bull (ditto) +43. Fish symbols (after Cullimore) +44. Bel-Mer dash (ditto) + +Page 81 + +Page 83 + +Page 84 + +Plate 20 +45. Nergal's emblem, the Ilan-Lion (Layard) + +Plate 21 +46. 47. Clay images of Ishtar (after Cullimore and Layard) +48. Nebo (drawn by the Author from a statue in the British Museum) + +Page 99 + +Page 113--Table of Chaldaean Kings + + + + +Assyria +THE SECOND MONARCHY +CHAPTER I. DESCRIPTION OF THE COUNTRY + +CHAPTER II. CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS + +CHAPTER III. THE PEOPLE + +CHAPTER IV. THE CAPITAL + +CHAPTER V. LANGUAGE AND WRITING + +CHAPTER VI. ARCHITECTURE AND OTHER ARTS + +CHAPTER VII. MANNERS AND CUSTOMS + +CHAPTER VIII. RELIGION + +CHAPTER IX. CHRONOLOGY AND HISTORY + + +REFERENCES + + + + +map_top_th (118K) + + +map_bottom_th (92K) +[Click on Maps to Enlarge] + + + + +Media +CHAPTER I. DESCRIPTION OF THE COUNTRY. +CHAPTER II. CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS. +CHAPTER III. CHARACTER, MANNERS AND CUSTOMS. +CHAPTER IV. RELIGION. +CHAPTER V. LANGUAGE AND WRITING. +CHAPTER VI. CHRONOLOGY AND HISTORY. + + + + +List of Illustrations +Map +Plate I. +Plate II. +Plate III. +Plate IV. +Plate V. +Plate VI. +Plate VII. + + + + +Babylon +CHAPTER I. EXTENT OF THE EMPIRE. +CHAPTER II. CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS. +CHAPTEE III. THE PEOPLE. +CHAPTEE IV. THE CAPITAL. +CHAPTER V. ARTS AND SCIENCES. +CHAPTER VI. MANNERS AND CUSTOMS. +CHAPTER VII. RELIGION. +CHAPTER VIII. HISTORY AND CHRONOLOGY. +APPENDIX. +A. STANDARD INSCRIPTION OF NEBUCHADNEZZAR. +B. ON THE MEANINGS OF BABYLONIAN NAMES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Map + +Plate VII. + +Plate VIII. + +Plate IX. + +Plate X. + +Plate XI. + +Plate XII. + +Plate XIII. + +Page 182 + +Plate XIV. + +Plate XV. + +Plate XVI. + +Plate XVII. + + +Plate XVIII. + +Plate XIX. + +Plate XX. + +Plate XXI. + +Plate XXII. + +Plate XXIII. + +Plate XXIV. + +Plate XXV. + +Page 229 + +Page 237 + +Page 263 + +Page 264 + +Page 265 + + + + +Persia +CHAPTER I. EXTENT OF THE EMPIRE. +CHAPTER II. CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS. +CHAPTER III. CHARACTER, MANNERS AND CUSTOMS. +CHAPTER IV. LANGUAGE AND WRITING. +CHAPTER V. ARCHITECTURE AND OTHER ARTS. +CHAPTER VI. RELIGION. +CHAPTER VII. CHRONOLOGY AND HISTORY. + + +Begin CHAPTER I. + + + + +Parthia + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Map of Parthia Proper + +Map of Parthia + +Plate 1. + +Plate 2. + +Plate 3. + +Plate 4. + +Plate 5. + +Plate 6. + +Plate 7. + +Plate 8. + +Plate 9. + +Plate 10. + + + + +Sassanian Empire +CHAPTERS I. to XIV. + +CHAPTERS XV. to XXVIII. + + + + +WITH MAPS AND ILLUSTRATIONS + + +THE SEVENTH MONARCHY +HISTORY OF THE SASSANIAN OR NEW PERSIAN EMPIRE. +sassian_empire_th (154K) + + + +Begin Chapter I. + + + + + + +History of Phoenicia + +PREFACE + +HISTORY OF PHOENICIA + +CHAPTER I--THE LAND + +CHAPTER II--CLIMATE AND PRODUCTIONS + +CHAPTER III--THE PEOPLE--ORIGIN AND CHARACTERISTICS + +CHAPTER IV--THE CITIES + +CHAPTER V--THE COLONIES + +CHAPTER VI--ARCHITECTURE + +CHAPTER VII--AESTHETIC ART + +CHAPTER VIII--INDUSTRIAL ART AND MANUFACTURES + +CHAPTER IX--SHIPS, NAVIGATION, AND COMMERCE + +CHAPTER X--MINING + +CHAPTER XI--RELIGION + +CHAPTER XII--DRESS, ORNAMENTS, AND SOCIAL HABITS + +CHAPTER XIII--PHOENICIAN WRITING, LANGUAGE, AND LITERATURE + +CHAPTER XIV--POLITICAL HISTORY + +1. Phoenicia, before the establishment of the hegemony of Tyre. + +2. Phoenicia under the hegemony of Tyre (B.C. 1252-877) + +3. Phoenicia during the period of its subjection to Assyria (B.C. + +4. Phoenicia during its struggles with Babylon and Egypt (about B.C. + +5. Phoenicia under the Persians (B.C. 528-333) + +6. Phoenicia in the time of Alexander the Great (B.C. 333-323) + +7. Phoenicia under the Greeks (B.C. 323-65) + +8. Phoenicia under the Romans (B.C. 65-A.D. 650) + +FOOTNOTES + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28874.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28874.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..32eb338b33a186ba9a7fbe3956fcb74c8ca6818d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28874.txt @@ -0,0 +1,385 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Greg Bergquist +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +Comments on +the Taxonomy and Geographic Distribution +of Some North American Rabbits + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and KEITH R. KELSON + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History +Volume 5, No. 5, pp. 49-58 +October 1, 1951 + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1951 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Edward H. Taylor, Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 5, pp. 49-58 +October 1, 1951 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1951 +[Illustration] +23-7436 + + + + +Comments on the Taxonomy and Geographic Distribution of Some North +American Rabbits + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL AND KEITH R. KELSON + + +In preparing maps showing the geographic distribution of North American +lagomorphs, some conflicting statements in the literature have led us to +examine the pertinent specimens of the Florida cottontail and the +Audubon cottontail with results as given below. The study here reported +upon was aided by a contract between the Office of Naval Research, +Department of the Navy, and the University of Kansas (NR 161-791). +Unless otherwise indicated, catalogue numbers are of the United States +National Museum and most of the specimens are in the Biological Surveys +collection of the Fish and Wildlife Service. Grateful acknowledgment is +made to persons in charge of the collections for permission to use the +collections under their charge. + + +Sylvilagus floridanus similis Nelson + + 1907. _Sylvilagus floridanus similis_ Nelson, Proc. Biol. Soc. + Washington, 20:82, July 22. + +Some confusion has existed concerning the subspecific identity of the +Florida cottontail in Nebraska because of the way in which Nelson +recorded specimens in his "The Rabbits of North America" (N. Amer. +Fauna, 29:fig. 11, and pp. 169-174, August 31, 1909). He (_op. +cit._:174) listed the following specimens under the western subspecies, +_S. f. similis_: Two topotypes (Nos. 87784 and 18738/25532) and of +course the type; the specimen (No. 116288) from the Snake River [= Snake +Creek of maps], 11 mi. NW Kennedy; two from Neligh (126074 and 151438); +and one (probably 18680/25410) from Kennedy. But, he listed (_op. +cit._:172) under _S. f. mearnsi_, the eastern subspecies, a specimen +(10721) from Brownlee, and two from Kennedy. One of the two from Kennedy +probably was the one that is recorded in the files of the U.S. Fish and +Wildlife Service as "identified by Cary. spec. in Univ. Nebraska". The +other, or third, specimen from Kennedy, we judge, did not exist at all +but was recorded by Nelson because a card in the reference file, under +Kennedy, Nebraska, in addition to No. 18680/25410, carried a second +entry, a number 3471X. The latter is the X-catalogue number of specimen +No. 116288 from the Snake River! The X-catalogue is used in place of a +field catalogue for specimens sent to the mammal collection of the +United States Fish and Wildlife Service, by persons who do not keep +regular field numbers of their own. It seems that Nelson prepared (or +had prepared) his lists of specimens, at least in part, from cards +rather than from the labels on the specimens themselves. Some further +confusion as to names that Nelson intended to apply to cottontails in +Nebraska resulted from the fact that his map (_op. cit._:fig. 11) +indicated that the localities mentioned above for _S. f. mearnsi_ were +within the geographic range of _S. f. similis_. + +Our comparison of each of the Nebraskan specimens with specimens of _S. +f. mearnsi_ in comparable pelage from Iowa and with the type and +topotypes of _S. f. similis_ reveals that each of the specimens of which +catalogue numbers are given above is clearly referable to _Sylvilagus +floridanus similis_. + +Because some mammalogists have suspected that intergradation between +_Sylvilagus floridanus similis_ and _Sylvilagus nuttallii grangeri_ +occurs along the eastern base of the Rocky Mountains, we have examined +specimens which may throw light on this matter. + +From _S. f. similis_ (holotype and three topotypes), _S. n. grangeri_ +(eight practical topotypes from Redfern, South Dakota) differ as +follows: Throat patch darker; hind foot shorter; ear (dry) from notch +longer; rostrum narrower; posterior extension of supraorbital process +enclosing a longer and wider space between it and the braincase; +superior border of premaxilla straight in profile instead of convex +dorsally; tympanic bullae more inflated; external auditory meatus larger +(diameter of the meatus more, instead of less, than crown length of +upper molars); posterior border of palate without, instead of with, +spine. + +Specimens of the two species from places as near each other as extreme +southeastern Montana (_S. f. similis_ from Boxelder Creek, Capitol and +the Little Missouri River) and Devils Tower, Wyoming (_S. n. grangeri_), +seem not to differ in the length of the hind foot and the ear and in the +color of the spot on the chest. Also, the presence or absence of the +spine on the posterior margin of the palate is subject to individual +variation in these specimens but the other cranial differences, +mentioned above, still are apparent. These same cranial differences are +readily apparent between specimens of the two species taken only five +miles apart in eastern Wyoming (for the precise localities, see the +following paragraph). It is concluded, therefore, that _S. f. similis_ +and _S. n. grangeri_ do not inter-grade along the eastern base of the +Rocky Mountains. + +Data on specimens from Laramie County in eastern Wyoming show that _S. +f. similis_ is a heavier animal than _S. n. grangeri_ and also that +_similis_ molts earlier. For example, an adult female (K.U. No. 15936) +taken on July 13, 1945, three miles east of Horse Creek P.O., 6400 ft., +weighed 1374 grams and is in fresh pelage, whereas an adult female of +_S. n. grangeri_ (K.U. No. 15935), taken on July 17, 1945, two miles +west of Horse Creek P.O., 6600 ft., weighed only 1149 grams, and still +has some of the worn winter pelage on the upper parts. + + +Sylvilagus floridanus holzneri (Mearns) + + 1896. _Lepus sylvaticus holzneri_ Mearns, Proc. U.S. Nat. Mus., + 18:554, June 24. + + 1904. _Sylvilagus floridanus holzneri_, Lyon, Smithsonian Miscl. + Coll., 45:336, June 15. + +Examination of cottontail rabbits from Arizona in the Biological Surveys +Collection and the United States National Museum indicates that +_Sylvilagus audubonii_ can be distinguished from _Sylvilagus nuttallii_ +and _Sylvilagus floridanus_ by the larger (more inflated) tympanic +bullae. Topotypes of _Sylvilagus nuttallii pinetis_ and other specimens +from Alpine, Mt. Thomas, Springerville, the Prieto Plateau at 9000 feet +on the south end of the Blue Range, and the Tunitcha Mountains are +characterized by a posteriorly pointed supraoccipital shield and a long, +wide space between the braincase and the posterior extension of the +supraorbital process. The cottontails with equally small tympanic bullae +from more western and more southern localities are referable to +_Sylvilagus floridanus holzneri_ on the basis of a posteriorly truncate +or emarginate supraoccipital shield and a narrower and shorter space +(usually a "foramen") between the braincase and the posterior extension +of the supraorbital process. In _S. f. holzneri_ the posterior end of +the posterior process fuses with the braincase whereas the posterior end +of this process in Arizonan specimens of _S. n. pinetis_ merely lies +against the braincase or projects free of it. In specimens from Arizona +the difference in shape of the posterior border of the supraoccipital +shield and the difference in size of the space between the braincase and +the posterior extension of the supraorbital process are the only +differences of taxonomic worth found by us. Many other features of the +skull, of color of pelage, and of size of external parts all fell within +the range of individual variation of a series of specimens from one +locality. + +Specimens from the following localities in Arizona are referable to +_Sylvilagus floridanus holzneri_ (Mearns). + + Hualpai Mts., Nos. 117461, 117462, 117488, 117490, 117495, 227735, + and 227832; Ft. Whipple, No. 214157; Prescott, No. 34667/46752; + Mayer, No. 247495; Reynolds Creek Ranger Station, Sierra Ancha + Mts., Gila Co., No. 247734; Fish Creek, Tonto National Forest, 2000 + ft., No. 212833; north base Mt. Turnbull, 4500 ft., No. 214339; Ash + Creek, 6100 ft., Graham Mts., No. 204363; Pinery Canyon, 7500 ft., + Chiricahua Mts., No. 247953; Thomas Canon, 2 mi. E Baboquivari + Mts., No. 244420; Pine Springs, 15 mi. south of Colorado Canon, No. + 2425 Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist. On December 4, 1950, we removed the + skull of No. 2425 to more certainly ascertain the identity of the + individual. + +The specimens listed above include those that Nelson (N. Amer. Fauna, +29:211, August 31, 1909) listed from the Hualpai Mountains, Pine +Springs, and Prescott under the name _Sylvilagus nuttallii pinetis_. +Nelson (_op. cit._:Pl. X, fig. 2) figured one of these skulls from the +Hualpai Mountains as _S. n. pinetis_ and the cranial measurements (_op. +cit._:201) that he records for _S. nuttallii pinetis_ likewise are of +these same specimens of _Sylvilagus floridanus holzneri_. Nelson's +description (_op. cit._:207-210) seems to have been affected by the +erroneous (as we see the matter) inclusion of these specimens of _S. f. +holzneri_ in the materials identified by him as _Sylvilagus nuttallii +pinetis_. + +The specimens so far mentioned from Arizona can be identified with ease. +The identification becomes difficult, however, when the holotype of _S. +f. holzneri_, from the Huachuca Mountains, is examined. The difficulty +results from the holotype having a barely detectable emargination in the +posterior border of the supraoccipital shield. In this respect the +holotype is intermediate between _S. f. holzneri_ (as known by specimens +from more western localities in Arizona) and _S. n. pinetis_ from the +White Mountains to the northward. As noted above, _S. f. holzneri_ has a +deep notch and _S. n. pinetis_ has none. This intermediacy of the +holotype supports the possibility, mentioned by Nelson (_op. cit._:200), +that intergradation occurs between _S. f. holzneri_ and _S. n. pinetis_. +Additional evidence, however, is against this possibility; the notch in +the supraoccipital is deeper in specimens (No. 66136, from Chiricahua +Mts., and No. 204364, from Ash Creek in Graham Mts.) from mountains +geographically intermediate between the Huachuca Mountains and the White +Mountains. Also, the holotype of _S. f. holzneri_ differs from _S. n. +pinetis_ and agrees with other specimens of _S. f. holzneri_ from +farther southwest in Arizona in the robustness of the posterior +extensions of the supraorbital processes and in the considerable degree +of fusion of the tips of these processes with the squamosals. +Additionally, the rostrum of the holotype is wide and deep as in other +specimens of _S. floridanus_ from more eastern localities and is unlike +the narrow and shallow rostrum of _S. n. pinetis_. + +If intergradation occurs in Arizona between the species _Sylvilagus +floridanus_ and _Sylvilagus nuttallii_, as Nelson (_op. cit._:200) +intimated it might, the intergrades probably will be found along the +Tonto Rim or in the territory between the Blue Range and the Graham +Mountains. + + +Sylvilagus floridanus cognatus Nelson + + 1907. _Sylvilagus cognatus_ Nelson, Proc. Biol. Soc. Washington, + 20:82, July 22. + +We have examined the specimens recorded by Nelson (N. Amer. Fauna, +29:193, August 31, 1909) and conclude that Nelson (_op. cit._) +accurately described them. We differ from Nelson on one point of +interpretation; we prefer to use the trinomial, instead of the binomial, +for _cognatus_ because the kind and amount of difference between it and +subspecies of _Sylvilagus floridanus_ (_S. f. holzneri_ and possibly _S. +f. llanensis_) is on the order of magnitude that distinguishes +subspecies, and not full species, of _Sylvilagus_. + +The specimen (W.D. Hollister, original No. 208) from the Datil +Mountains, lent to us by the Colorado Museum of Natural History, does +have, as Nelson (_op. cit._) pointed out, larger tympanic bullae and a +slenderer rostrum than do other specimens of _S. f. cognatus_. +Nevertheless, No. 208, agrees with _cognatus_ and differs from +_Sylvilagus nuttallii pinetis_ in the greater vertical depth of the +zygoma, the greater transverse width of the first pair of upper +incisors, the broader posterior extensions of the supraorbital +processes, the fusion (instead of freedom from, or mere touching to, the +braincase) of the tips of these extensions, the less upturned +supraorbital processes, and the more nearly truncate posterior margin of +the supraorbital shield. Therefore, the specimen is referable to +_Sylvilagus floridanus cognatus_. The slender rostrum and large tympanic +bullae of No. 208 are either individual variations or features peculiar +to the population of _Sylvilagus floridanus_ in the Datil Mountains. + + +Sylvilagus floridanus robustus Bailey + + 1905. _Lepus pinetis robustus_ V. Bailey, N. Amer. Fauna, 25:159, + October 24. + +Nelson (N. Amer. Fauna, 29:194-195, August 31, 1909) described specimens +from the Big Bend area of Texas. This was the only area from which +Nelson had specimens. Our examination of these same specimens indicates +that his description of them was accurate. Davis and Robertson (Jour. +Mamm., 25:271, September 8, 1944) recorded a specimen, under the name +_Sylvilagus robustus_, from "The Bowl, Guadalupe Mountains, Culberson +County, Texas." Our examination of the skull of this specimen +([female] adult, No. 658, Mus. Zool., Louisiana State +University) indicates that it is, among named kinds of rabbits, best +referred to _robustus_. The specimen is morphologically as well as +geographically intermediate between _S. f. cognatus_ and _S. robustus_. +This morphological intermediacy is illustrated by certain of the +following cranial measurements of three adult females: No. 108695 +(_robustus_), Chisos Mts.; No. 658 from the Guadalupe Mts.; and No. +128651, NE slope Capitan Mts. Basilar length, 59.2, 54.2, 54.4; length +of nasals, 33.9, 31.1, 32.2; breadth of rostrum above premolars, 19.3, +17.5, 17.0; depth of rostrum in front of premolars, 15.8, 14.8, 14.0; +interorbital breadth, 20.4, 19.1, 19.7; parietal breadth, 27.2, 27.1, +26.5; diameter of bulla, 13.3, 12.2, 10.7. Considering the intermediate +nature of specimen No. 648, and the kind and amount of difference +between _Sylvilagus floridanus cognatus_ and _S. robustus_, it seems +appropriate to us to use the name-combination _Sylvilagus floridanus +robustus_. + +Actual intergradation, in the sense of interbreeding between individuals +of a continuously distributed population of animals, probably does not +occur regularly between _S. f. cognatus_ and _S. f. robustus_ nor +between several populations within either one of these subspecies; in +south-central Arizona and western Texas the animals are said to occur +only in the higher parts of the mountains. Consequently a given +population is separated from another by low-lying territory inhospitable +to the species _Sylvilagus floridanus_. This low-lying territory is +inhabited by another species, _Sylvilagus audubonii_. More intensive +collecting in the region concerned may, however, show a continuous +distribution of the species _Sylvilagus floridanus_ in several areas +where it seems now to have an interrupted distribution. + + +Sylvilagus audubonii neomexicanus Nelson + + 1907. _Sylvilagus audubonii neomexicanus_ Nelson, Proc. Biol. Soc. + Washington, 20:83, July 22. + +Nelson (N. Amer. Fauna, 29:230, August 31, 1909) listed under +_Sylvilagus audubonii cedrophilus_ Nelson an adult female, skin with +skull (U.S. Nat. Mus., Biol. Surv. Coll., No. 108698) from fifteen miles +south of Alpine, Texas. Nelson (_loc. cit._) remarked that the +"bleached" color of the back and the great lateral breadth of the +tympanic bullae of No. 108698 were peculiarities not possessed by any +other specimen examined. Geographically, the locality of capture is far +south of other known occurrences of _S. a. cedrophilus_ and +approximately on the boundary separating the range of _S. a. minor_ from +that of _S. a. neomexicanus_. The large size, which may have induced +Nelson to refer the specimen to _S. a. cedrophilus_, is not surprising +considering that the individual is a female and fully adult. A +combination of new and old fur on the upper parts presents a pattern +that might be duplicated in other specimens of _S. a. neomexicanus_. The +lateral inflation of the tympanic bullae can be interpreted as +intergradation with the geographically adjacent _S. a. minor_ to the +south; _S. a. minor_ has large bullae. There are no features otherwise +which suggest that the specimen is anything other than _Sylvilagus +audubonii neomexicanus_ and we refer it to that subspecies. + + +Sylvilagus audubonii minor Mearns + + 1896. _Lepus arizonae minor_ Mearns, Proc. U.S. Nat. Mus., 18:557, + June 24. + + 1907. _S[ylvilagus]. a[uduboni]. minor_, Nelson, Proc. Biol. Soc. + Washington, 20:83, July 22. + +Nelson (N. Amer. Fauna, 29:230, August 31, 1909) listed, without +comment, under _Sylvilagus audubonii cedrophilus_ Nelson, a skin with +skull inside (Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 5419, [female] adult or sub-adult) +from San Diego, Chihuahua, Mexico. We locate San Diego approximately 230 +miles south and 60 miles east of El Paso, Texas. Thus, the specimen is +from near the center of the geographic range of _Sylvilagus audubonii +minor_. With the permission of Mr. G.G. Goodwin of the American Museum +of Natural History we removed the skull. It differs in no essential +features from those of other specimens of _S. a. minor_. For example, of +specimens in the United States National Museum, Biological Surveys +Collection, a female (No. 132002) from Guzman in Chihuahua, and a male +(No. 51020) from Santa Rosalia in the same state, are almost +indistinguishable from the San Diegan specimen. The specimen is without +external measurements but the length of the hind foot and length of ear +from the notch in the dry state (80 and 57, respectively) agree with the +corresponding measurements of _S. a. minor_. Color of the skin furnishes +no diagnostic character as between _S. a. minor_ and _S. a. +cedrophilus_. We identify the specimen from San Diego as _Sylvilagus +audubonii minor_. + +_Transmitted January 30, 1951._ + + +24-7436 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28876.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28876.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..88d65df0620d98a2b8650fc2e68c7a76e5e978a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28876.txt @@ -0,0 +1,575 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +HISTORY OF EGYPT, CHALDÆA, SYRIA, BABYLONIA, AND ASSYRIA + +BY GASTON MASPERO +(1846-1916) + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + +CONTENTS + +## Volume I. + +## Volume II. + +## Volume III. + +## Volume IV. + +## Volume V. + +## Volume VI. + +## Volume VII. + +## Volume VIII. + +## Volume IX. + +## Volume X. + +## Volume XI. + +## Volume XII. + +## Volume XIII. + + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Volume I. + +EDITOR'S PREFACE + +TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE + +CHAPTER I.—THE NILE AND EGYPT + +CHAPTER II.—THE GODS OF EGYPT + +CHAPTER III.—THE LEGENDARY HISTORY OF EGYPT + + + + +Illustrations of Particular Interest +(170 images in Volume I.) +Mummy Wrappings from Tomb at Thebes + +Well Providing Water for Irrigation + +Sacrifice of the Bull + +Occupations of Ani in the Elysian Fields + +An Incident in the Wars of Hartheous and Sit + + + + +Volume II. + +CHAPTER I—THE POLITICAL CONSTITUTION OF EGYPT + +CHAPTER II—THE MEMPHITE EMPIRE + +CHAPTER III—THE FIRST THEBAN EMPIRE + + + + +List of Colored and Special Illustrations + +Stele in the Form of a Door + +The Island and Temple of Phil. + +Collosal Statue of a King + +Colored Sculptures in the Palace + +Cutting and Carrying the Harvest + +The Pyramid of Khephren + +Passenger Vessel Under Sail + +Avenue of Sphinxes—Karnak + +Denderah—Temple of Tentyra + +The Channel of The Nile Between The Two + Fortresses of Semneh and Kummeh + +Painting at the Entrance of The Fifth Tomb + + + + +Volume III. + +CHAPTER I—ANCIENT CHALDÆA + +CHAPTER II—THE TEMPLES AND THE GODS OF CHALDÆA + +CHAPTER III—CHALDÆAN CIVILIZATION + +APPENDIX—THE PHARAOHS OF THE ANCIENT AND MIDDLE EMPIRES + + + + +Listing of Special Color Plates and Photographs +The Charioteer + +The Plenisphere + +Wrappings of a Mummy + +Manuscript on Papyrus + +Egyptian Slave Merchant + +Egyptian Manuscript + +Astronomical Tablet + + + + +Volume IV. +CHAPTER I—THE FIRST CHALDÆAN EMPIRE AND THE HYKSÔS IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER II—SYRIA AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EGYPTIAN CONQUEST + +CHAPTER III—THE EIGHTEENTH THEBAN DYNASTY + + + + +LIST OF SPECIAL ILLUSTRATIONS IN THIS VOLUME + +Collection of Vases + +Painting in Tomb of the Kings Thebes + +Signs, Arms and Instruments + +Valley of the Tomb Of The Kings + +An Egyptian Trading Vessel: XVIIIth Dynasty + +A Column of Troops on the March + +Two Companies on the March + +Encounter Between Egyptian and Asiatic Chariots + +Ramses II. + +Counting of the Hands + +Painting on the Tomb of The Kings + +Avenue of Rams and Pylon at Karnak + +Thutmosis III.,Statue in the Turin Museum + + + + + + +Volume V. + +CHAPTER I—THE EIGHTEENTH THEBAN DYNASTY—(continued) + +CHAPTER II—THE REACTION AGAINST EGYPT + +CHAPTER III—THE CLOSE OF THE THEBAN EMPIRE + + + + +Color Plates and Special Illustrations + +A Procession of Negroes + +Painted Tablets in the Hall of Harps + +The Simoom. Sphinx and Pyramids at Gizeh + +Amenothes III. Colossal Head, British Museum + +The Decorated Pavement of The Palace + +Profile of Head Of Mummy (Thebes Tombs) + +Columns of Temple at Luxor + +Paintings of Chairs + +The Coffin and Mummy of Ramses II + +The Defeat of The Peoples Of The Sea + +Ramses III. Binds the Chiefs of The Libyans + +Signs, Arms and Instruments + + + + +Volume VI. + +CHAPTER I—THE CLOSE OF THE THEBAN EMPIRE—(continued) + +CHAPTER II—THE RISE OF THE ASSYRIAN EMPIRE + +CHAPTER III—THE HEBREWS AND THE PHILISTINES—DAMASCUS + + + + +List of Color Plates and Special Illustrations + +Painting in the Fifth Tomb of The Kings to The Right + +The Mummy Factory + +Paintings at the End of The Hall Of The Fifth The Tomb + +The Lady Taksûhît + +Decorated Wrappings of a Mummy + +One of the Mysterious Books Of Amon + +One of the Hours Of The Night + +Ishtar As a Warrior Bringing Prisoners to A Conquering King + +A Lion-hunt + +Paintings of Chairs + +Making a Bridge for the Passage of The Chariots + +A Procession of Philistine Captives At Medinet-habu + +King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba + +The Mummies of Queen MÂkerÎ and Her Child + + + + +Volume VII. + +CHAPTER I—THE ASSYRIAN REVIVAL AND THE STRUGGLE FOR SYRIA + +CHAPTER II—TIGLATH-PILESER III. AND THE ORGANISATION OF THE ASSYRIAN + +CHAPTER III—SARGON OF ASSYRIA (722-705 B.C.) + + + + +List of Special Images and Color Plates + +No. 1. Enameled Brick (nimrod). No. 2. Fragment Of Mural Painting (nimrod). + +Temple of Khaldis at Muzazir + +Sacrifice Offered by Shalmaneser III. + +Costumes Found in the Fifth Tomb + +Prayer at Sunset + +Tiglath-pileser III. In his State Chariot + +Picture in the Hall of The Harps In The Fifth Tomb + +Manuscript on Papyrus in Hieroglyphics + +The Sword Dance + +IaubÎdi of Hamath Being Flayed Alive. + +Taking of the City Of KishÎsim by The Assyrians + +Bird's Eye View of Sargon's Palace At Dur-sharrukîn + + + + +Volume VIII. + +CHAPTER I—SENNACHERIB (705-681 B.C.) + +CHAPTER II—THE POWER OF ASSYRIA AT ITS ZENITH; + ESARHADDON AND ASSUR-BANI-PAL + +CHAPTER III—THE MEDES AND THE SECOND CHALDÆAN EMPIRE + + + + +List of Special Illustrations and Color Plates + +Esneh—principal Abyssinian Trading Village + +Sennacherib Receiving the Submissions of The Jews + +The Fleet of Sennacherib on The Nar-marratum + +Assyrian Bas-reliefs at Bavian + +Great Assyrian Stele at BaviaÎt. + +Transport of a Winged Bull on A Sledge. + +The Column of Taharqa, at Karnak + +Mural Decorations from the Grottoes + +A Lion Issuing from Its Cage + +The Battle of Tulliz + +Khumb-nigash Proclaimed King + +The Head of Thumman Sent to Nineveh + +Two Elamite Chiefs Flayed Alive + +Prayer in the Desert After Painting by Gerome + +Illustrated Manuscript in Heiroglyphics + +Chieck Beled—Gizeh Museum + +Decorations on the Wrappings of a Mummy. + +The Façade of The Great Temple Of Abu-simbel + +Prisoners Under Torture Having Their Tongues Torn Out + +A King Putting out the Eyes of A Prisoner + +A People Carried Away Into Captivity + + + + +Volume IX. + +CHAPTER I—THE IRANIAN CONQUEST + +CHAPTER II—THE LAST DAYS OF THE OLD EASTERN WORLD + + + + +List of Color Images and Special Illustrations + +Hypostyle of Hall Of Xerxes: Detail Of Entablature + +The Occupations of Ani in The Elysian Fields + +Croesus on his Pyre + +The Two Goddesses of Law; Ani Adoring Osiris; + The Trial of the Conscience; Toth and The Feather Of The Law. + +Amasis in Adoration Before the Bull Apis + +Encampment de Bacharis + +Street Vender of Curios After the Painting By Gerome. + +Funeral Offerings. + +The Tomb of Darius + +Freize of Archers at Suza + +Fountain and School of the Mother Of Little Mohamad + +A Bas-relief on A Sidonian Sarcophagus + + + + +Volume X. + + Part A. Part B. Part C. + + + + +Volume XI. + +CHAPTER I—EGYPT UNDER THE ROMAN EMPIRE + +CHAPTER II.—THE CHRISTIAN PERIOD IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER III.—EGYPT DURING THE MUHAMMEDAN PERIOD + + + + +List of Color Plates and Special Illustrations + +A Koptic Maiden + +Fragments in Wood Painted + +Temple at Tentyra, Enlarged by Roman Architects + +An Arab Girl + +Ethiopian Arabs + +Scene in a Sepuuchral Chamber + +The Slumber Song + +Painting at the Entrance of The Fifth Tomb + +Egyptian Slave + +Street Vendors in Metal Ware + +A Young Egyptian Wearing the Royal Lock + +An Egyptian Water-carrier + +Street and Mosque of Mahdjiar + +A Modern Kopt + + + + +Volume XII. + +CHAPTER I—THE CRUSADERS IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER II.—THE FRENCH IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER III.—THE RULE OF MEHEMET ALI + +CHAPTER IV—THE BRITISH INFLUENCE IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER V.—THE WATER WAYS OF EGYPT + +CHAPTER VI—THE DECIPHERMENT OF THE HIEROGLYPHS + +CHAPTER VII—THE DEVELOPMENT OF EGYPTOLOGY + +CHAPTER VIII.—IMPORTANT RESEARCHES IN EGYPT + + + + +List of Color Plates and Special Illustrations + +Enamelled Glass Cup from Arabia + +Gate of El Futuh at Cairo + +Interior of the Mosque, Kilawun + +Bonaparte in Egypt + +The Prophet Muhammed + +Cairo—Eskibieh Quarter + +Mosque of Mehemit Ali + +A Distinguished Egyptian Jew + +Slave Boats on the Nile + +Hieroglyphic Record of an Ancient Canal + +Examples of Phoenecian Porcelain + +Phoenician Jewlery + +The Great Hall of Abydos + +Plans of the Tombs Of Den-setui and Others + +Three Types of Sealings + + + + +Volume XIII. + +PART I. + +EGYPT AND MESOPOTAMIA + +CHAPTER I—THE DISCOVERY OF PREHISTORIC EGYPT + +CHAPTER II—ABYDOS AND THE FIRST THREE DYNASTIES + +PART II. + +CHAPTER III—MEMPHIS AND THE PYRAMIDS + +CHAPTER IV—RECENT EXCAVATIONS IN WESTERN ASIA AND THE DAWN OF CHALDÆAN HISTORY + +PART III. + +CHAPTER V—ELAM AND BABYLON, THE COUNTRY OF THE SEA AND THE KASSITES + +CHAPTER VI—EARLY BABYLONIAN LIFE AND CUSTOMS + +PART IV. + +CHAPTER VII—TEMPLES AND TOMBS OF THEBES + +CHAPTER VIII—THE ASSYRIAN AND NEO-BABYLONIAN EMPIRES IN THE LIGHT OF + +CHAPTER IX—THE LAST DAYS OF ANCIENT EGYPT +Listing of Special Color Plates and Photographs +Stele of Vultures In Context Quick Image +Stele of Victory In Context Quick Image +Statue of Queen Teta-shera In Context Quick Image +Wall Painting In Context Quick Image + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28879.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28879.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5b1e13f96ffe2c996c6ea5ae57080abbd8e8493c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28879.txt @@ -0,0 +1,883 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +A HISTORY OF FRANCE FROM THE EARLIEST TIMES + +By Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot + + +Over 400 Steel Engravings and Woodcuts + +Illustrated by A. De Neuville + +Translated by Robert Black + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + +CONTENTS + +## Antiquity to 1100 + +## 1100 to 1380 + +## 1380 to 1515 + +## 1515 to 1589 + +## 1589 to 1715 + +## 1715 to 1789 + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Antiquity to 1100 + +EXTRACT FROM LETTER TO THE PUBLISHERS. + +A POPULAR HISTORY OF FRANCE +CHAPTER I. GAUL. +CHAPTER II. THE GAULS OUT OF GAUL. +CHAPTER III. THE ROMANS IN GAUL. +CHAPTER IV. GAUL CONQUERED BY JULIUS CAESAR. +CHAPTER V. GAUL UNDER ROMAN DOMINION. +CHAPTER VI. ESTABLISHMENT OF CHRISTIANITY IN GAUL. +CHAPTER VII. THE GERMANS IN GAUL.--THE FRANKS AND CLOVIS. +CHAPTER VIII. THE MEROVINGIANS. +CHAPTER IX. THE MAYORS OF THE PALACE. THE PEPINS. +CHAPTER X. CHARLEMAGNE AND HIS WARS. +CHAPTER XI. CHARLEMAGNE AND HIS GOVERNMENT. +CHAPTER XII. DECAY AND FALL OF THE CARLOVINGIANS. +CHAPTER XIII. FEUDAL FRANCE AND HUGH CAPET. +CHAPTER XIV. THE CAPETIANS TO THE TIME OF THE CRUSADES. +CHAPTER XV. CONQUEST OF ENGLAND BY THE NORMANS. +CHAPTER XVI. THE CRUSADES, THEIR ORIGIN AND THEIR SUCCESS. +List of Illustrations: + +Ideal Landscape of Ancient Gaul----13 + +Gyptis Presenting the Goblet to Euxenes----17 + +A Tribe of Gauls on an Expedition----27 + +The Gauls in Rome----39 + +The Women Defending the Cars----58 + +The Roman Army Invading Gaul----61 + +Mounted Gauls----66 + +Vercingetorix Surrenders to Caesar----81 + +Gaul Subjugated by the Romans----83 + +From La Croix Rousse----86 + +Eponina and Sabinus Hidden in a Vault----97 + +Druids Offering Human Sacrifices----111 + +The Huns at the Battle of Chalons----135 + +"Thus Didst Thou to the Vase of Soissons."----139 + +Battle of Tolbiacum----144 + +The Sluggard King Journeying----156 + +"Thrust Him Away, Or Thou Diest in his Stead."----160 + +The Execution of Brunehaut----175 + +The Battle of Tours----193 + +"The Arabs Had Decamped Silently in the Night."----195 + +Charlemagne at the Head of his Army----212 + +Charlemagne Inflicting Baptism Upon the Saxons----215 + +The Submission of Wittikind----218 + +Death of Roland at Roncesvalles----227 + +Charlemagne and the General Assembly----239 + +Charlemagne Presiding at the School of The Palace----246 + +He Remained There a Long While, and his Eyes Were Filled With Tears.----255 + +Paris Besieged by the Normans----259 + +The Barks of the Northmen Before Paris----260 + +Count Eudes Re-entering Paris Right Through the Besiegers- ---262 + +Ditcar the Monk Recognizing The Head of Morvan----273 + +Hugh Capet Elected King----300 + +"Who Made Thee King?"----302 + +Gerbert, Afterwards Pope Sylvester Ii----304 + +Notre Dame----310 + +Knights and Peasants----312 + +Robert Had a Kindly Feeling for the Weak and Poor----313 + +"The Accolade."----324 + +Normans Landing on English Coast----353 + +William the Conqueror Reviewing his Army----357 + +Edith Discovers the Body of Harold----360 + +"God Willeth It!"----383 + +The Four Leaders of the First Crusade----385 + +The Assault on St. Jean D'acre----386 + + + + +1100 to 1380 +CHAPTER XVII. THE CRUSADES, THEIR DECLINE AND END. +CHAPTER XVIII. THE KINGSHIP IN FRANCE. +CHAPTER XIX. THE COMMUNES AND THE THIRD ESTATE. +CHAPTER XX. THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--PHILIP VI. AND JOHN II. +CHAPTER XXI. THE STATES--GENERAL OF THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY. +CHAPTER XXII. THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--CHARLES V. +List of Illustrations: + +Richard's Farewell to the Holy Land----10 + +Preaching the Second Crusade----13 + +Defeat of the Turks----16 + +The Christians of the Holy City Defiling Before Saladin.----28 + +Richard Coeur de Lion Having the Saracens Beheaded.----37 + +St. Louis Administering Justice----46 + +Sire de Joinville----55 + +The Death of St. Louis----64 + +Louis the Fat on an Expedition----69 + +Battle of Bouvines----81 + +Death of de Montfort----104 + +De La Marche's Parting Insult----126 + +St. Louis Mediating Between Henry III. And his Barons---- 136 + +"It is Rather Hard Bread."----146 + +The Sicilian Vespers----156 + +The Town and Fortress of Lille----164 + +The Battle of Courtrai----167 + +Colonna Striking the Pope----185 + +The Hanging of Marigny----200 + +The Peasants Resolved to Live According To Their +Own Inclinations and Their Own Laws----209 + +Insurrection in Favor of the Commune at Cambrai----214 + +Burghers of Laon----220 + +The Cathedral of Laon----233 + +Homage of Edward Iii. To Philip Vi.----250 + +Van Artevelde at his Door----264 + +"See! See!" She Cried----283 + +Statue of James Van Artevelde----296 + +Queen Philippa at the Feet of The King----314 + +John II., Called the Good----318 + +"Father, Ware Right! Father, Ware Left!"----326 + +Charles the Bad, King of Navarre, in Prison----335 + +The Louvre in the Fourteenth Century----336 + +Stephen Marcel----342 + +The Murder of the Marshals----345 + +"In his Hands the Keys of The Gates."----354 + +Charles V.----371 + +Big Ferre----376 + +Bertrand Du Guesclin----388 + +Putting the Keys on Du Guesclin's Bier----407 + + + + +1380 to 1515 +CHAPTER XXIII. THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR--CHARLES VI. AND THE DUKES OF BURGUNDY +CHAPTER XXIV. THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--CHARLES VII. AND JOAN OF ARC (1422-1461) +CHAPTER XXV. LOUIS XI. (1461-1483.) +CHAPTER XXVI. THE WARS OF ITALY.-- CHARLES VIII. (1483-1498.) +CHAPTER XXVII. THE WARS IN ITALY.--LOUIS XII. (1498-1515.) + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Hotel de Ville Bourges----frontispiece + +The Procession Went over the Gates----16 + +"Thou Art Betrayed."----26 + +Charles Vi. And Odette----71 + +Murder of the Duke Of Orleans----38 + +Death of Valentine de Milan----45 + +John the Fearless----51 + +Already Distressed----57 + +"Into the River!"----77 + +The Body of Charles VI. Lying in State----84 + +Portrait of Joan Of Arc----85 + +Joan of Arc in Her Father's Garden----91 + +Chinon Castle----95 + +Joan Entering Orleans----104 + +Herself Drew out the Arrow----109 + +Joan Examined in Prison----128 + +Philip the Good of Burgundy----144 + +The Constable Made his Entry on Horseback----150 + +Agnes Sorel----175 + +Jacques Coeur----165 + +Jacques Coeur's Hostel at Bourges----169 + +Louis XI. And Burgesses Waiting for News----193 + +Charles the Rash----203 + +Louis XI. And Charles the Rash at Peronne----209 + +Philip de Commynes----217 + +The Corpse of Charles the Rash Discovered----236 + +Louis XI. At his Devotions----255 + +Views of the Castle Of Plessis-les-tours----258 + +Louis XI----260 + +Charles VIII.----263 + +Anne de Beaujeu----264 + +Meeting Between Charles VIII., and Anne of Brittany----282 + +Charles VIII.----293 + +Battle of Fornovo----303 + +Castle of Amboise----308 + +Louis XII----310 + +Bayard----315 + +States General at Tours----329 + +Battle of Agnadello----334 + +Cardinal D'amboise----347 + +Chaumont D'amboise----350 + +Bayard's Farewell----358 + +Gaston de Foix----364 + + + + +1515 to 1589 +CHAPTER XXVIII. FRANCIS I. AND CHARLES V. +CHAPTER XXIX. FRANCIS I. AND THE RENAISSANCE. +CHAPTER XXX. FRANCIS I. AND THE REFORMATION. +CHAPTER XXXI. HENRY II. (1547-1559.) +CHAPTER XXXII. FRANCIS II., JULY 10, 1559--DECEMBER 5, 1560. +CHAPTER XXXIII. CHARLES IX. AND THE RELIGIOUS WARS. (1560-1574.) +CHAPTER XXXIV. HENRY III. AND THE RELIGIOUS WARS. (1574-1589.) + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Cardinal Ximenes----14 + +All Night A-horseback----19 + +Bayard Knighting Francis I----19 + +Leo X.----21 + +Anthony Duprat----24 + +Charles V----39 + +Francis I. Surprises Henry Viii.----44 + +The Field of the Cloth Of Gold----45 + +The Constable de Bourbon----53 + +The Death of Bayard----76 + +Capture of Francis I.----91 + +Louise of Savoy and Marguerite de Valois----102 + +Francis I.----115 + +The Duke of Orleans and Charles V.----128 + +Claude de Lorraine, Duke of Guise----130 + +Francis I.----137 + +St. Thomas Aquinas and Abelard----140 + +Clement Marot----162 + +Francis I. Waits for Robert Estienne----168 + +Rabelais----171 + +The First Protestants----178 + +The Castle of Pau----183 + +William Farel----181 + +Burning of Reformers at Meaux----188 + +Erasmus----194 + +Berquin Released by John de La Barre----198 + +Heretic Iconoclasts----201 + +Massacre of the Vaudians----218 + +Calvin----222 + +Gallery Henry Ii----230 + +Anne de Montmorency----235 + +Henry Ii.----235 + +Diana de Poitiers----243 + +Guise at Metz----244 + +Francis Ii. And Mary Stuart Love Making----251 + +Catherine De' Medici (in Her Young Days)----255 + +Joust Between Henri Ii. And Count de Montgomery----268 + +Francis Ii----269 + +Mary Stuart----270 + +Death of La Renaudie----283 + +Louis de Bourbon, Prince of Condo----285 + +Mary Stuart----284 + +Coligny at the Death-bed of Francis Ii.----295 + +Francis de Lorraine, Duke of Aumale and Of Guise----302 + +Massacre of Protestants---305 + +The Duke of Guise Waylaid---315 + +Conde at the Ford---328 + +Henry of Lorraine (duke Of Guise)----332 + +Parley Before the Battle of Moncontour----337 + +Admiral Gaspard de Coligny----346 + +Charles Ix. And Catherine De' Medici----354 + +Henry de Guise and the Corpse of Coligny----369 + +The Queen of Navarre and the Huguenot----372 + +Chancellor Michael de L'hospital----376 + +The St. Bartholomew----383 + +Henry Iii----388 + +Indolence of Henry Iii---390 + +Henry Le Balafre----400 + +The Castle of Blois----428 + +Henry Iii. and the Murder of Guise----437 + +Henry of Navarre and the Scotch Guard----448 + + + + +1589 to 1715 +CHAPTER XXXV. HENRY IV., PROTESTANT KING. (1589-1593.) +CHAPTER XXXVI. HENRY IV., CATHOLIC KING. (1593-1610.) +CHAPTER XXXVII. REGENCY OF MARY DE' MEDICI. (1610-1617.) +CHAPTER XXXVIII. LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND THE COURT. +CHAPTER XXXIX. LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND THE PROVINCES. +CHAPTER XL. LOUIS XIII., RICHELIEU--CATHOLICS AND PROTESTANTS. +CHAPTER XLI. LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND FOREIGN AFFAIRS. +CHAPTER XII. LOUIS XIII., RICHELIEU, AND LITERATURE. +CHAPTER XLIII. LOUIS XIV., THE FRONDE--CARDINAL MAZARIN. +CHAPTER XLIV. LOUIS XIV., HIS WARS AND HIS CONQUESTS. 1661-1697. +CHAPTER XLV. LOUIS XIV., HIS WARS AND HIS REVERSES. (1697-1713.) +CHAPTER XLVI. LOUIS XIV. AND HOME ADMINISTRATION. +CHAPTER XLVII. LOUIS XIV. AND RELIGION. +CHAPTER XLVIII. LOUIS XIV., LITERATURE AND ART. + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Henry IV.----11 + +Sully----37 + +Henry IV. At Ivry----26 + +Rosny Castle----30 + +"Do Not Lose Sight of My White Plume."----30 + +Alexander Farnese, Duke of Parma----32 + +Charles de Lorraine, Duke of Mayenne----35 + +Lemaitre, Mayenne, and the Archbishop of Lyons----53 + +Henry IV.'s Abjuration----56 + +The Castle of Monceaux----91 + +The Castle of St. Germain in the Reign Of Henry IV.--107 + +The Castle of Fontainbleau----124 + +Gabrielle D'estrees--130 + +Henry IV. And his Ministers----138 + +The Arsenal in the Reign of Henry IV.----143 + +Marie de Medicis----147 + +Concini, Leonora Galigai, and Mary De' Medici----149 + +Louis XIII. And Albert de Luynes----154 + +Murder of Marshal D'Ancre----155 + +Richelieu----180 + +Double Duel----188 + +"Tapping With his Finger-tips on the Window-pane."----191 + +Henry, Duke of Montmorency, at Castelnaudary----199 + +The King and the Cardinal----204 + +Cinq-Mars and de Thou Going to Execution----215 + +The Parliament of Paris Reprimanded----217 + +The Barefoots----221 + +The Abbot of St. Cyran----234 + +Demolishing the Fortifications----244 + +The Harbor of La Rochelle---248 + +The King and Richelieu at La Rochelle----250 + +John Guiton's Oath----254 + +The Defile of Suza Pass----278 + +Richelieu and Father Joseph----280 + +Gustavus Adolphus----282 + +Death of Gustavus and his Page----290 + +The Palais-Cardinal----305 + +The Tomb of Richelieu----308 + +Descartes at Amsterdam----316 + +The King's Press----323 + +Peter Corneille----334 + +The Representation of "The Cid."----335 + +Corneille at the Hotel Rambouillet---342 + +Louis XIV.----344 + +The Great Conde----348 + +Arrest of Broussel----352 + +Cardinal de Retz----352 + +"Ah, Wretch, if Thy Father Saw Thee!"----354 + +President Mole----355 + +The Great Mademoiselle----373 + +Anne of Austria and Cardinal Mazarin----394 + +Death of Mazarin.----399 + +Fouquet----404 + +Colbert----405 + +Vaux Le Vicomte----405b + +Louis XIV. Dismissing Fouquet----407 + +Louvois----411 + +William III., Prince of Orange----434 + +The Brothers Witt----436 + +Death of Turenne----443 + +Turenne.----444 + +An Exploit of John Bart's----446 + +Duquesne Victorious over Ruyter--446a + +Marshal Luxembourg--461 + +Heinsius----461 + +Battle of St. Vincent 465a + +The Battle of Neerwinden----465 + +"Here is the King of Spain."----475 + +News for William III.----481 + +Bivouac of Louis XIV.----503 + +The Grand Dauphin----505 + +Marshal Villars and Prince Eugene----512 + +Marly----525 + +Colonnade of the Louvre 525a + +Versailles--526 + +Vauban----534 + +Misery of the Peasantry----543 + +The Torture of the Huguenots--552 + +Revocation of the Edict Of Nantes----556 + +Death of Roland the Camisard----569 + +Abbey of Port-Royal----580 + +Reading the Decree 581 + +Bossuet----591 + +Blaise Pascal----597 + +Fenelon and the Duke of Burgundy----610 + +La Rochefoucauld and his Fair Friends----629 + +La Bruyere----633 + +Corneille Reading to Louis XIV.----642 + +Racine----646 + +Boileau-Despreaux----650 + +La Fontaine, Boileau, Moliere, and Racine----657 + +Moliere----664 + +Death of Moliere----669 + +Lebrun----674 + +Le Poussin and Claude Lorrain----675 + +Lesueur----676 + +Mignard 677 + +Perrault 678 + + + + +1715 to 1789 +CHAPTER XLIX. LOUIS XIV. AND HIS COURT. +CHAPTER L. LOUIS XIV. AND DEATH. 1711-1715. +CHAPTER LI. LOUIS XV., THE REGENCY, AND CARDINAL DUBOIS. 1715-1723. +CHAPTER LII. LOUIS XV., THE MINISTRY OF CARDINAL FLEURY., 1723-1748. +CHAPTER LIII. LOUIS XV., FRANCE IN THE COLONIES. 1745-1763. +CHAPTER LIV. LOUIS XV., THE SEVEN YEARS' WAR. +CHAPTER LV. LOUIS XV., THE PHILOSOPHERS. +CHAPTER LVI. LOUIS XVI., MINISTRY OF M. TURGOT. 1774-1776. +CHAPTER LVII. LOUIS XVI., FRANCE ABROAD.--UNITED STATES' WAR +CHAPTER LVIII. LOUIS XVI., FRANCE AT HOME.--MINISTRY OF M. NECKER. +CHAPTER LIX. LOUIS XVI., M. DE CALONNE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF NOTABLES. +CHAPTER LX. LOUIS XVI., CONVOCATION OF THE STATES-GENERAL. 1787-1789. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +The Grand Monarch in his State Robes----9 + +Madame de La Valliere----10 + +Madame de Montespan 12 + +The Iron Mask----14 + +Bed-chamber Etiquette----15 + +Madame de Maintenon and the Duchess of Burgundy.----27 + +Death of Madame de Maintenon.----34 + +The King Leaving the Death-bed of Monseigneur----36 + +Louis XIV. In Old Age----47 + +The Death-bed of Louis XIV.----50 + +Versailles at Night----52 + +The Regent Orleans----54 + +The Bed of Justice----57 + +John Law----62 + +La Rue Quincampoix---68 + +The Duke and Duchess of Maine----71 + +Cardinal Dubois----78 + +Peter the Great and Little Louis XV.----82 + +Belzunce Amid the Plague-Stricken----96 + +The Boy King and his People----104 + +Death of the Regent---107 + +Louis XV.----110 + +Cardinal Fleury--110 + +Mary Leczinska----121 + +Death of Plelo----130 + +"Moriamur Pro Rege Nostro."----142 + +Louis XV. and his Councillors----148 + +Louis XV. and the Ambassador of Holland----151 + +Marshal Saxe 154 + +Battle of Fontenoy----157 + +Brussels----159 + +The Citadel of Namur----161 + +Arrest of Charles Edward----166 + +Dupleix----168 + +La Bourdonnais----170 + +Dupleix Meeting the Soudhabar of The Deccan----174 + +Death of the Nabob Of The Carnatic----174 + +Lally at Pondicherry----184 + +Champlain----190 + +Death of General Braddock----203 + +Death of Wolfe----209 + +Madame de Pompadour----215 + +Attack on Fort St. Philip----218 + +Assassination of Louis XV. by Damiens----221 + +Death of Chevalier D'Assas----233 + +Antwerp----234 + +"France, Thy Parliament Will Cut off Thy Head Too!"--249 + +Defeat of the Corsicans at Golo----256 + +Montesquieu----269 + +Fontenelle----274 + +Voltaire----277 + +The Rescue of "La Henriade."----283 + +Arrest of Voltaire----298 + +Diderot----314 + +Alembert----317 + +Diderot and Catherine II.----321 + +Buffon 323 + +Rousseau and Madame D'Epinay----338 + +Louis XVI.----347 + +Turgot's Dismissal----367 + +Destruction of the Tea----378 + +Suffren----413 + +The Reading of "Paul and Virginia."----427 + +Necker Hospital----432 + +Marie Antoinette 456 + +"There Are My Sledges, Sirs."----458 + +Lavoisier----465 + +Cardinal Rohan's Discomfiture----470 + +Arrest of the Members----502 + +Genealogical Tables----545 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28884.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28884.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..25b94041c2cf7f2f19128668eca6a2708d2b9523 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28884.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1001 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +A HISTORY OF ENGLAND FROM EARLY TIMES + +By David Hume + + +With Continuations by Tobias Smollett, E. Farr and E. H. Nolan +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## Volume I., Part A. From Early Times to King John + +## Volume I., Part B. From Henry III. to Richard III. + +## Volume I., Part C. From Henry VII. to Mary + +## Volume I., Part D. From Elizabeth to James I. + +## Volume I., Part E. From Charles I. to Cromwell + +## Volume I., Part F. From Charles II. to James II. + +## Volume II. From William and Mary to George II. + +## Volume III. From George III. to Victoria + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Volume I., Part A. From Early Times to King John + +THE LIFE OF DAVID HUME, ESQ. + +HISTORY OF ENGLAND. + +CHAPTER I. + +THE BRITONS. + +THE ROMANS. + +THE BRITONS. + +THE SAXONS. + +THE HEPTARCHY + +THE KINGDOM OF KENT + +THE KINGDOM OF NORTHUMBERLAND + +THE KINGDOM OF EAST ANGLIA + +THE KINGDOM OF MERCIA + +THE KINGDOM OF ESSEX. + +THE KINGDOM OF SUSSEX. + +THE KINGDOM OF WESSEX. + +CHAPTER II. + +EGBERT. + +ETHELWOLF. + +ETHELBALD AND ETHELBERT. + +ETHERED + +ALFRED. + +EDWARD THE ELDER. + +ATHELSTAN. + +EDMUND. + +EDRED + +EDWY + +EDGAR + +EDWARD THE MARTYR + +CHAPTER III. + +ETHELRED + +EDMOND IRONSIDE + +CANUTE + +HAROLD HAREFOOT + +HARDICANUTE + +EDWARD THE CONFESSOR + +HAROLD + +APPENDIX I. + +CHAPTER IV. + +WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR. + +CHAPTER V. + +WILLIAM RUFUS. + +CHAPTER VI. + +HENRY I. + +CHAPTER VII. + +STEPHEN. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +HENRY II. + +CHAPTER IX. + +HENRY II. + +CHAPTER X. + +RICHARD I. + +CHAPTER XI. + +JOHN. + +APPENDIX II. + +THE FEUDAL AND ANGLO-NORMAN GOVERNMENT AND MANNERS. + +NOTES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece: Portrait of Hume. + +Titlepage: Boadicea Haranguing the Britons + +Alfred Before the Danish General + +William II. + +Henry I. + +Stephen + +Henry II. + +Richard I. + +John + + + + +Volume I., Part B. From Henry III. to Richard III. + +CHAPTER XII. + +HENRY III. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +EDWARD I. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +EDWARD II. + +CHAPTER XV. + +EDWARD III. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +EDWARD III. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +RICHARD II. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +HENRY IV + +CHAPTER XIX. + +HENRY V. + +CHAPTER XX. + +HENRY VI. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +HENRY VI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +EDWARD IV. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +EDWARD V. AND RICHARD III. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +RICHARD III. + +NOTES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Henry III. + +Edward I. + +Carnarvon Castle + +Edward II. + +Edward III. + +Surrender of Calais + +Richard II. + +Wat Tyler + +Richard II. Entry Into London + +Henry IV. + +Henry V. + +Henry VI. + +Joan D'Arc + +St. Albans Abbey + +Edward IV. + +Edward V. + +Richard III. + + + + +Volume I., Part C. From Henry VII. to Mary + +HISTORY OF ENGLAND. + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +HENRY VII. + +CHAPTER XXV. + +HENRY VII. + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +HENRY VII. + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXIX + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXX. + +HENRY VIII + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +HENRY VIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +EDWARD VI. + +CHAPTER XXXV + +EDWARD VI. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +MARY. + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +MARY. + +NOTES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Henry VII. + +Henry VIII. + +Sir Thomas More + +The Tower of London + +Edward VI. + +Lady Jane Grey + +Mary + + + + +Volume I., Part D. From Elizabeth to James I. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XXXIX. + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XL + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XLI. + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XLII. + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XLIII. + +ELIZABETH. + +CHAPTER XLIV. + +ELIZABETH. + +APPENDIX III + +CHAPTER XLV. + +JAMES I. + +CHAPTER XLVI. + +JAMES I. + +CHAPTER XLVII. + +JAMES I. + +CHAPTER XLVIII. + +JAMES I. + +CHAPTER XLIX. + +JAMES I. + +APPENDIX TO THE REIGN OF JAMES I.[*] + +NOTES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Elizabeth + +Mary Stuart + +Mary Stuart + +Sir Philip Sidney + +Sir Walter Raleigh + +James I. + + + + +Volume I., Part E. From Charles I. to Cromwell + +CHAPTER L. + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LI. + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LII + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LIII + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LIV. + +CHARLES I + +CHAPTER LV. + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LVI. + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LVII + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LVIII + +CHARLES I + +CHAPTER LIX. + +CHARLES I. + +CHAPTER LX. + +THE COMMONWEALTH. + +CHAPTER LXI. + +THE COMMONWEALTH. + +CHAPTER LXII + +NOTES + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Charles I. + +Sir Edmond Hambden + +Earl of Strafford + +Gloucester + +Carisbroke Castle + +Hurst Castle + +Charles I. + +Cromwell + +Admiral Blake + + + + +Volume I., Part F. From Charles II. to James II. + +CHAPTER LXIII. + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXIV. + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXV. + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXVI + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXVII. + +Charles II. + +CHAPTER LXVIII. + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXIX. + +CHARLES II. + +CHAPTER LXX. + +JAMES II. + +CHAPTER LXXI. + +JAMES II. + +NOTES. + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Charles II. + +Chatham + +Hyde Park + +Archbishop Sharpe + +James II. + +Duke of Monmouth + + + + +Volume II. From William and Mary to George II. + +WILLIAM and MARY + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER VI. + +NOTES, Volume A: + +QUEEN ANNE + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +NOTES: Volume B. + +GEORGE I. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +NOTES: Volume C. + + + + + + +GEORGE II. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +NOTES: Volume D. + + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Map of India + +Map of United States + +Map of Scotland + +Map of the Baltic + +Map of Central America and West Indies + +Map of the East Indian Islands + +Map of Ireland + +Map of the Eastern Hemisphere + +Map of England and Wales + +Map of Europe + +Map of Australia + +Map of the British Colonies in North America + + + + +Frontispiece: Marleborough + +Titlepage: Execution of Dudley + +Dover + +Battle of La Hogue + +William III. + +Portrait of Queen Anne + +George II. + +Culloden Moor + +Bombay + +Calcutta: the Esplanade + +Portsmouth Harbour + +Portrait of William Pitt + +Death of General Wolfe + + + + +Volume III. From George III. to Victoria + +GEORGE III. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +CHAPTER XXV. + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +CHAPTER XXX. + +CHAPTER XXXI. + + +GEORGE IV. + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIV + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +CHAPTER XXXVII. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIX. + +CHAPTER XL. + + + +WILLIAM IV. + +CHAPTER XL. (Cont.) + +CHAPTER XLI. + +CHAPTER XLII. + +CHAPTER XLIII. + +CHAPTER XLIV. + +CHAPTER XLV. + +CHAPTER XLVI. + +CHAPTER XLVII. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +VICTORIA. + +CHAPTER XLVIII. + +CHAPTER XLIX. + +CHAPTER L. + +CHAPTER LI. + +CHAPTER LII. + +CHAPTER LIII. + +CHAPTER LIV. + +CHAPTER LV. + +CHAPTER LVI. + +CHAPTER LVII. + +CHAPTER LVIII. + +CHAPTER LIX. + +CHAPTER LX. + +CHAPTER LXI. + +CHAPTER LXII. + +CHAPTER LXIII. + +CHAPTER LXIV. + +CHAPTER LXV. + +CHAPTER LXVI. + +CHAPTER LXVII. + +CHAPTER LXVIII. + +CHAPTER LXIX. + +CHAPTER LXX. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Queen Victoria + +Titlepage + +George III. + +Battle of Bunker's Hill + +Ticonderoga + +General Burgoyne Addressing the Indians + +Death of Chatham + +Portrait of Lord Rodney + +British Surrendering to General Washington + +Siege of Gibralter + +Portrait of Lord Nelson + +Yarmouth: Nelson's Monument + +Portrait of Charles James Fox + +Plain of Waterloo + + +Queen Victoria + +Portrait of George IV. + +Queen Victoria + +Bristol from Rowhnam Ferry + +Queen Victoria + +Coronation Chair + +Holyrood Palace + +The Grass Market Edinborough + +The Duke of Wellington. + +Southampton + +Battle of Alma + +Battle of Inkerman + +Bombardment of Sweaborg + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28896.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28896.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..209a9b481a494cbccdf0325c20fdcca6a5222381 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28896.txt @@ -0,0 +1,704 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +STORIES AND TALES OF THE IRISH + +By William Carleton + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + +CONTENTS + +## Willy Reilly +## Fardorougha, The Miser +## Black Baronet +## The Evil Eye +## Jane Sinclair +## Lha Dhu +## The Dead Boxer +## Ellen Duncan +## The Proctor's Daughter +## Valentine M'Clutchy +## The Tithe-Proctor +## The Emigrants Of Ahadarra +## Ned M'Keown +## The Three Tasks +## Shane Fadh's Wedding +## Larry M'Farland's Wake +## The Battle Of The Factions +## The Station +## The Party Fight And Funeral +## The Lough Derg Pilgrim +## The Hedge School +## The Midnight Mass +## The Donagh +## Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver +## The Geography Of An Irish Oath +## The Lianhan Shee +## Going To Maynooth +## The Poor Scholar +## The Black Prophet +## Phelim Otoole's Courtship +## Wildgoose Lodge +## Tubber Derg (The Red Well) +## Neal Malone +## Art Maguire (The Broken Pledge) + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Willy Reilly +PREFACE To The Second Edition +CHAPTER I. An Adventure and an Escape. +CHAPTER II. The Cooleen Baum. +CHAPTER III. Daring Attempt of the Red Rapparee +CHAPTER IV. His Rival makes his Appearance, and its Consequences +CHAPTER V. The Plot and the Victims. +CHAPTER VI. The Warning an Escape +CHAPTER VII. An Accidental Incident favorable to Reilly +CHAPTER VIII. A Conflagration An Escape And an Adventure +CHAPTER IX. A Prospect of Bygone Times +CHAPTER X. Scenes that took place in the Mountain Cave +CHAPTER XI. The Squire's Dinner and his Guests. +CHAPTER XII. Sir Robert Meets a Brother Sportsman +CHAPTER XIII. Reilly is Taken, but Connived at by the Sheriff +CHAPTER XIV. Reilly takes Service with Squire Folliard. +CHAPTER XV. More of Whitecraft's Plots and Pranks +CHAPTER XVI. Sir Robert ingeniously extricates Himself out of difficulty +CHAPTER XVII. Awful Conduct of Squire Folliard +CHAPTER XVIII. Something not very Pleasant for all Parties. +CHAPTER XIX. Reilly's Disguise Penetrated +CHAPTER XX. The Rapparee Secured +CHAPTER XXI. Sir Robert Accepts of an Invitation. +CHAPTER XXII. The Squire Comforts Whitecraft in his Affliction. +CHAPTER XXIII. The Squire becomes Theological and a Proselytizer +CHAPTER XXIV. Jury of the Olden Time +CHAPTER XXV. Reilly stands his Trial +List of Illustrations + +Page 11-- Is It a Double Murder You Are About to Execute? + +Page 18-- Looked With Her Dark Eyes Upon Reilly + +Page 28 (and Frontispiece)-- You Must Endeavor to Convert Him from Popery + +Page 29-- Readjustment of his Toilet, at the Large Mirror + +Page 35-- Touch Me Not, Sir + +Page 65-- Dashed up to the Scene of Struggle + +Page 65a-- I Entreat You, to Show These Men Mercy Now + +Page 91-- Here, Now, I Spread out My Arms--fire! + +Age 115-- Isn't he a Nice Bit of Goods to Run Away With A Pretty Girl? + +Page 140-- Discharged a Pistol at Our Hero + +Page 143-- No, Sir Robert, I Cannot Take Your Hand + +Page 157-- There is Not a Toss-up Between Them + +Page 175-- Give That Ring to the Prisoner + +Page 176-- What, What is This? What Do You Mean? + +Page 182-- It is He! It Is He! + +Page 183-- My Son! My Son! + + + + +Fardorougha, The Miser + +PART I. + +PART II. + +PART III. + +PART IV. + +PART V. + +PART VI. + +PART VII. + +PART VIII. AND LAST. +List of Illustrations + +Page 191-- Imprinted the Father's First Kiss + +Page 245-- He Rattled, and Thumped, And Screamed + +Page 282-- O'donovan Took the Beloved One in his Arms + +Page 311-- Most Frightful of All Precipices--death + + + + +Black Baronet +PREFACE. +CHAPTER I. A Mail-coach by Night, and a Bit of Moonshine. +CHAPTER II. The Town and its Inhabitants. +CHAPTER III. Pauden Gair's Receipt how to make a Bad Dinner a Good One +CHAPTER IV. An Anonymous Letter +CHAPTER V. Sir Thomas Gourlay fails in unmasking the Stranger +CHAPTER VI. Extraordinary Scene between Fenton and the Stranger. +CHAPTER VII. The Baronet attempts by Falsehood +CHAPTER VIII. The Fortune-Teller--An Equivocal Prediction. +CHAPTER IX. Candor and Dissimulation +CHAPTER X. A Family Dialogue--and a Secret nearly Discovered. +CHAPTER XI. The Stranger's Visit to Father MacMalum. +CHAPTER XII. Crackenfudge Outwitted by Fenton +CHAPTER XIII. The Stranger's Second Visit to Father M'Mahon +CHAPTER XIV. Crackenfudge put upon a Wrong Scent +CHAPTER XV. Interview between Lady Gourlay and the Stranger +CHAPTER XVI. Conception and Perpetration of a Diabolical Plot against Fenton. +CHAPTER XVII. A Scene in Jemmy Trailcudgel's +CHAPTER XVIII. Dunphy visits the County Wicklow +CHAPTER XIX. Interview between Trailcudgel and the Stranger +CHAPTER XX. Interview between Lords Cullamore, Dunroe, and Lady Emily +CHAPTER XXI. A Spy Rewarded +CHAPTER XXII. Lucy at Summerfield Cottage. +CHAPTER XXIII. A Lunch in Summerfield Cottage. +CHAPTER XXIV. An Irish Watchhouse in the time of the "Charlies." +CHAPTER XXV. The Police Office +CHAPTER XXVI. The Priest Returns Sir Thomas's Money and Pistols +CHAPTER XXVII. Lucy calls upon Lady Gourlay, where she meets her Lover +CHAPTER XXVIII. Innocence and Affection overcome by Fraud and Hypocrisy +CHAPTER XXIX. Lord Dunroe's Affection for his Father +CHAPTER XXX. A Courtship on Novel Principles. +CHAPTER XXXI. The Priest goes into Corbet's House very like a Thief +CHAPTER XXXII. Discovery of the Baronet's Son +CHAPTER XXXIII. The Priest asks for a Loan of Fifty Guineas +CHAPTER XXXIV. Young Gourlay's Affectionate Interview with His Father +CHAPTER XXXV. Lucy's Vain but Affecting Expostulation with her Father +CHAPTER XXXVI. Contains a Variety of Matters +CHAPTER XXXVII. Dandy's Visit to Summerfield Cottage +CHAPTER XXXVIII. An Unpleasant Disclosure to Dunroe +CHAPTER XXXIX. Fenton Recovered--The Mad-House +CHAPTER XL. Lady Gourlay sees her Son. +CHAPTER XLI. Denouement. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 329-- A Pair of Enormous Legs, With Spurs on Them + +Page 350-- How Will You Be Prepared to Render an Account + +Page 409-- He Stooped and Wildly Kissed Her Now Passive Lips + +Page 446-- Pistols, Which he Instantly Cocked, and Held Ready + +Page 584-- A Faint Smile Seemed to Light up his Face + + + + +The Evil Eye +PREFACE. +CHAPTER I. Short and Preliminary +CHAPTER II. A Murderer's Wake and the Arrival of a Stranger +CHAPTER III. Breakfast next morning +CHAPTER IV. Woodward meets a Guide +CHAPTER V. The Bonfire--The Prodigy +CHAPTER VI. Shawn-na-Middogue +CHAPTER VII. A Council of Two +CHAPTER VIII. A Healing of the Breach +CHAPTER IX. Chase of the White Hare +CHAPTER X. True Love Defeated +CHAPTER XI. A Conjurer's Levee +CHAPTER XII. Fortune-telling +CHAPTER XIII. Woodward is Discarded from Mr. Goodwin's Family +CHAPTER XIV. Shawn-na-Middogue Stabs Charles Lindsay +CHAPTER XV. The Banshee. +CHAPTER XVI. A House of Sorrow +CHAPTER XVII. Description of the Original Tory +CHAPTER XVIII. The Toir, or Tory Hunt +CHAPTER XIX. Plans and Negotiations +CHAPTER XX. Woodward's Visit to Ballyspellan +CHAPTER XXI. The Dinner at Ballyspellan +CHAPTER XXII. History of the Black Spectre +CHAPTER XXIII. Greatrakes at Work--Denouement +List of Illustrations +Frontispiece +Titlepage +Page 631-- The Gaze Was Long and Combative +Page 652-- I Will Follow It Until Morning +Page 697-- One Long, Dark, Inexplicable Gaze +Page 736-- Shawn-na-middogue, Your Mother's Victim +Page 774-- Kiss You for the Sake of Our Early Love + + + + +Jane Sinclair + +PART I. + +PART II. + +PART III. +List of Illustrations + +Page 5-- Having Gained the Bank, he Approached Them + +Page 44-- Spot Which Would Have Been Fatal to You + +Page 52-- How is This?--how Is This?--he Is Not Here! + + + + +Lha Dhu + + + + +The Dead Boxer + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 91-- With Stealthy Pace he Crept Over + +Page 110-- He Made a Stab at My Neck + + + + +Ellen Duncan + +ELLEN DUNCAN + +THE PROCTOR'S DAUGHTER +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 120-- One Long and Lingering Look of Affection + +Page 124-- "Shame! Oh, for Shame!" Were the First Exclamations + + + + +Valentine M'Clutchy +PREFACE +CHAPTER I. An Irish Pair and Spoileen Tent +CHAPTER II. Birth and Origin of Mr. M'Clutchy +CHAPTER III. Solomon M'Slime, a Religious Attorney +CHAPTER IV. Poll Doolin, the Child Cadger +CHAPTER V. A Mysterious Meeting +CHAPTER VI. The Life and Virtues of an Irish Absentee +CHAPTER VII. Reflections on Absenteeism +CHAPTER VIII. Poverty and Sorrow +CHAPTER IX. A Dialogue, exhibiting Singular Principles of Justice +CHAPTER X. A Dutiful Grandson and a Respectable Grandmother +CHAPTER XI. Darby and Solomon at Prayer +CHAPTER XII. Interview between Darby and Mr. Lucre +CHAPTER XIII. Darby's Brief Retirement from Public Life. +CHAPTER XIV. Poll Doolin's Honesty, and Phil's Gallantry +CHAPTER XV. Objects of an English Traveller +CHAPTER XVI. Solomon in Trouble +CHAPTER XVII. A Moral Survey, or a Wise Man led by a Fool +CHAPTER XVIII. An Execution by Val's Blood-Hounds +CHAPTER XIX. An Orange Lodge at Full Work +CHAPTER XX. Sobriety and Loyalty +CHAPTER XXI. Darby's Piety Rewarded +CHAPTEK XXII. Castle Cumber Grand Jury Room +CHAPTER XXIII. A Rent Day +CHAPTEK XXIV. Raymond's Sense of Justice +CHAPTER XXV. Val and his Son brought to Trial +CHAPTER XXVI. Harman's Interview with Mary M'Loughlin +CHAPTER XXVII. Bob Beatty's Last Illness +CHAPTER XXVIII. Darby is a Spiritual Ganymede +CHAPTER XXIX. Solomon Suffers a Little Retribution +CHAPTER XXX. The Mountain Grave-Yard +CHAPTER XXXI. Richard Topertoe and his Brother +List of Illustrations + +Page 142-- There's As Many Curses Before You in Hell + +Page 186-- See, Mary, See--they're Gallopin + +Page 216-- Oh, What a Sweet Convert You Are + +Page 231-- Borrow the Loan of Your Religion + +Page 233-- How Many Articles in Your Church? + +Page 322-- "Ah, Very Right," Said Bob. + +Page 355-- Such Was the End of Valentine M'clutchy + + + + +The Tithe-Proctor +PREFACE. +CHAPTER I. The Chapel Green of Esker Dearg. +CHAPTER II. The Proctor's Principles and His Family. +CHAPTER III. Mountain Legislation, and its Executive of Blood. +CHAPTER IV. Mirth and Murder--A Tithe-Proctor's Office. +CHAPTER V. A Hang-Choice Shot--The "Garrison" on Short Commons. +CHAPTER VI. Unexpected Generosity--A False Alarm. +CHAPTER VII. A Shoneen Magistrate Distributing Justice. +CHAPTER VIII. An Unreformed Church +CHAPTER IX. Sport in the Mountains. +CHAPTER X. The Sport Continued. +CHAPTER XI. The Sport Still Continued. +CHAPTER XII. Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire. +CHAPTER XIII. Strange Faces--Dare-Devil O'Driscol Aroused +CHAPTER XIV. State of the Country +CHARTER XV. Scene in a Parsonage--Anti-Tithe Ringleader. +CHAPTER XVI. Massacre of Carrickshock +CHAPTER XVII. Midnight Court of Justice +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 374-- the Priest Interfered, and Prevented A Conflict + +Page 421-- Just Trust Yourself to Me + +Page 445-- Alarmed at the Appearance of a Lawless Whiteboy + +Destruction of the Castle + + + + +The Emigrants Of Ahadarra +CHAPTER I. A strong Farmer's Establishment and Family. +CHAPTER II. Gerald Cavanagh and his Family +CHAPTER III. Jemmy Burke Refuses to be, Made a Fool Of +CHAPTER IV. A Poteen Still-House at Midnight--Its Inmates. +CHAPTER V. Who Robbed Jemmy Burke? +CHAPTEE VI. Nanny Peety looks mysterious +CHAPTER VII. The Spinster's Kemp. +CHAPTER VIII. Anonymous Letter with a Name to It +CHAPTER IX. A Little Polities, Much Friendship, and Some Mystery +CHAPTER X. More of the Hycy Correspondence +CHAPTEE XI. Death of a Virtuous Mother. +CHAPTER XII. Hycy Concerts a Plot and is urged to Marry. +CHAPTER XIII. Mrs. M'Mahon's Funeral. +CHAPTER XIV. Mysterious Letter +CHAPTER XV. State of the Country +CHAPTER XVI. A Spar Between Kate and Philip Hogan +CHAPTER XVII. Interview between Hycy and Finigan +CHAPTER XVIII. A Family Dialogue +CHAPTER XIX. Bryan Bribed--is Rejected by Kathleen. +CHAPTER XX. M'Mahon is Denounced from the Altar +CHAPTER XXI. Thomas M'Mahon is forced to determine on Emigration. +CHAPTER XII. Mystery Among the Hogans +CHAPTER XXIII. Harry Clinton's Benevolence Defeated +CHAPTER XXIV. Thoughts on Our Country and Our Countrymen +CHAPTER XXV. The Old Places--Death of a Patriarch. +CHAPTEE XXVI. Containing a Variety of Matters. +CHAPTER XXVII. Conclusion. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 403--Peety Dhu Turned Towards the House + +Page 603-- Country Where I'd Not See These Ould Hills + +Page 623-- I Must Leave You--I Must Go + +Page 635-- Hycy Received the Money, Set Spurs to his Horse + + + + +Ned M'Keown + +INTRODUCTION. + +NED M'KEOWN. + +THE THREE TASKS. + +SHANE FADH'S WEDDING. + +LARRY M'FARLAND'S WAKE. + +THE BATTLE OF THE FACTIONS. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 656-- Bringing Home "graceless Ned," + +Age 676-- Throw It over Your Left Shoulder + +Page 693-- How he Kept his Sate So Long Has Puzzled Me + +Page 713-- 'Why, Larry,' Says He, 'how Did You Get In' + +Page 725-- The Man Who Could Hit That Could Hit Anything + + + + +The Station + +THE STATION. + +THE PARTY FIGHT AND FUNERAL. + +THE LOUGH DERG PILGRIM. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 756-- They Set Off, Whip and Spur, at Full Speed + +Page 763-- Usually Stood, Shaking at Us his Rod + +Page 818-- In This Trim Did I Return to My Friends + + + + +The Hedge School + +THE HEDGE SCHOOL. + +THE MIDNIGHT MASS. + +THE DONAGH; OR, THE HORSE STEALERS. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 831-- The Findramore Boys Have Sacked You at Last + +Page 886-- Upon the Very Spot Where he Had Shot His Rival + +Page 899-- Have I Murdhered My Daughter? + + + + +Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver + +PHIL PURCEL, THE PIG-DRIVER. + +THE GEOGRAPHY OF AN IRISH OATH. + +THE LIANHAN SHEE. +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 911-- These Be Not Hirish Pigs at Oll + +Page 919-- A Rueful Blank Expression in his Visage + +Page 975-- Who's There?--What Are You?--Speak! + + + + +Going To Maynooth +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 985-- You're a Fool, Misther O'Shaughnessy! + + + + +The Poor Scholar +List of Illustrations + +Frontispiece + +Titlepage + +Page 1099-- Received a Rather Vigorous Thwack on the Ear + + + + +The Black Prophet + +CHAPTER I. -- Glendhu, or the Black Glen; Scene of Domestic Affection. + +CHAPTER II. -- The Black Prophet Prophesies. + +CHAPTER III. -- A Family on the Decline--Omens. + +CHAPTER IV. -- A Dance, and Double Discovery. + +CHAPTER V. -- The Black Prophet is Startled by a Black Prophecy. + +CHAPTER VI. -- A Rustic Miser and His Establishment + +CHAPTER VII. -- A Panorama of Misery. + +CHAPTER VIII. -- A Middle Man and Magistrate--Master and Man. + +CHAPTER IX. -- Meeting of Strangers--Mysterious Dialogue. + +CHAPTER X. -- The Black Prophet makes a Disclosure. + +CHAPTER XI. -- Pity and Remorse. + +CHAPTER XII. -- Famine, Death, and Sorrow. + +CHAPTER XIII. -- Sarah's Defence of a Murderer. + +CHAPTEE XIV. -- A Middleman Magistrate of the Old School, and his Clerk. + +CHAPTER XV. -- A Plot and a Prophecy. + +CHAPTER XVI. -- Mysterious Disappearance of the Tobacco-box. + +CHAPTER XVII. -- National Calamity--Sarah in Love and Sorrow. + +CHAPTER XVIII. -- Love Wins the Race from Profligacy. + +CHAPTER XIX. -- Hanlon Secures the Tobacco-box.--Strange Scene + +CHAPTER XX. -- Tumults--Confessions of Murder. + +CHAPTEE XXI. -- Condy Datton goes to Prison. + +CHAPTER XXII. -- Re-appearance of the Box--Friendly Dialogue + +CHAPTER XXIII. -- Darby in Danger--Nature Triumphs. + +CHAPTER XXIV. -- Rivalry. + +CHAPTEE XXV. -- Sarah Without Hope. + +CHAPTER XXVI. -- The Pedlar Runs a Close Risk of the Stocks. + +CHAPTER XXVII. -- Sarah Ill--Mave Again, Heroic. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. -- Double Treachery. + +CHAPTER XXIX. -- A Picture of the Present--Sarah Breaks her Word. + +CHAPTER XXX. -- Self-sacrifice--Villany + +CHAPTER XXXI. -- A Double Trial--Retributive Justice. + +CHAPTER XXXII. -- Conclusion. +List of Illustrations + +Page 785-- "It's False," Replied the Young Fellow + +Page 807-- Tom's Clutches Were Again at his Throat + +Page 834-- The Prophet's Brow Darkened + +Page 847-- I'll Tell You Nothing About It + +Page 853-- His Eye, Like That of His Father, When Enraged + +Page 913-- I'll Have Nothing to Do With This Robbery + + + + +Phelim Otoole's Courtship + +PHELIM O'TOOLE'S COURTSHIP. + +WILDGOOSE LODGE + +TUBBER DERG; Or, THE RED WELL. + +NEAL MALONE. + +ART MAGUIRE; OR, THE BROKEN PLEDGE +List of Illustrations + +Page Wg939-- By This Sacred An' Holy Book of God + +Page Am994-- At Length Margaret Spoke + +Page Am1018-- They Immediately Expelled Him + +Page Am1019-- There's a Sleep That Nobody Wakens From + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Stories And Tales Of The Irish, by William Carleton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28959.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28959.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..44f3aa5fbd9437b258b3e741655e5a418342a140 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28959.txt @@ -0,0 +1,661 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE ILLUSTRATED WORKS OF GORDON HOME + +Author and Painter + +By Gordon Home + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger + +Gordon Home (1878-1969) + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + +CONTENTS + + +## Normandy + +## Yorkshire + +## Yorkshire--Coast and Moorlands + +## England of My Heart--Spring + +## Beautiful Britain + +## The Evolution Of An English Town + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Normandy + +PREFACE + +LIST OF COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS + +LIST OF LINE ILLUSTRATIONS + +CHAPTER I Some Features of Normandy + +CHAPTER II By the Banks of the Seine + +CHAPTER III Concerning Rouen, the Ancient Capital of Normandy + +CHAPTER IV Concerning the Cathedral City of Evreux and the Road to Bernay + +CHAPTER V Concerning Lisieux and the Romantic Town of Falaise + +CHAPTER VI From Argentan to Avranches + +CHAPTER VII Concerning Mont St Michel + +CHAPTER VIII Concerning Coutances and Some Parts of the Cotentin + +CHAPTER IX Concerning St Lo and Bayeux + +CHAPTER X Concerning Caen and the Coast Towards Trouville + +CHAPTER XI Some Notes on the History of Normandy + + + + +LIST OF COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS + +MONT ST MICHEL FROM THE CAUSEWAY +ON THE ROAD BETWEEN CONCHES AND BEAUMONT-LE-ROGER This is typical of the +poplar-bordered roads of Normandy. + +THE CHATEAU GAILLARD FROM THE ROAD BY THE SEINE The village of Le Petit +Andely appears below the castle rock, and is partly hidden by the +island. The chalk cliffs on the left often look like ruined walls. + +A TYPICAL REACH OF THE SEINE BETWEEN ROUEN AND LE PETIT ANDELY On one +side great chalk cliffs rise precipitously, and on the other are broad +flat pastures. + +THE CHURCH AT GISORS, SEEN FROM THE WALLS OF THE NORMAN CASTLE + +THE TOUR DE LA GROSSE HORLOGE, ROUEN It is the Belfry of the City, and +was commenced in 1389. + +THE CATHEDRAL AT ROUEN Showing a peep of the Portail de la Calende, and +some of the quaint houses of the oldest part of the City. + +THE CATHEDRAL OF EVREUX SEEN FROM ABOVE On the right, just where the +light touches some of the roofs of the houses, the fine old belfry can +be seen. + +A TYPICAL FARMYARD SCENE IN NORMANDY The curious little thatched +mushroom above the cart is to be found in most of the Norman farms. + +THE BRIDGE AT BEAUMONT-LE-ROGER On the steep hill beyond stands the +ruined abbey church. + +IN THE RUE AUX FEVRES, LISIEUX The second tiled gable from the left +belongs to the fine sixteenth century house called the Manoir de +Francois I. + +THE CHURCH OF ST JACQUES AT LISIEUX One of the quaint umber fronted +houses for which the town is famous appears on the left. + +FALAISE CASTLE The favourite stronghold of William the Conqueror. + +THE PORTE DES CORDELIERS AT FALAISE A thirteenth century gateway that +overlooks the steep valley of the Ante. + +THE CHATEAU D'O A seventeenth century manor house surrounded by a wide +moat. + +THE GREAT VIEW OVER THE FORESTS TO THE SOUTH FROM THE RAMPARTS OF +DOMFRONT CASTLE Down below can be seen the river Varennes, and to the +left of the railway the little Norman Church of Notre-Dame-sur-l'Eau. + +THE CLOCK GATE, VIRE + +A VIEW OF MONT ST MICHEL AND THE BAY OF CANCALE FROM THE JARDIN DES +PLANTES AT AVRANCHES On the left is the low coast-line of Normandy, and +on the right appears the islet of Tombelaine. + +THE LONG MAIN STREET OF COUTANCES In the foreground is the Church of St +Pierre, and in the distance is the Cathedral. + +THE GREAT WESTERN TOWERS OF THE CHURCH OF NOTRE DAME AT ST LO They are +of different dates, and differ in the arcading and other ornament. + +THE NORMAN TOWERS OF BAYEUX CATHEDRAL + +OUISTREHAM + + +LIST OF LINE ILLUSTRATIONS + +THE CHATELET AND LA MERVEILLE AT MONT ST MICHEL The dark opening through +the archway on the left is the main entrance to the Abbey. On the right +can be seen the tall narrow windows that light the three floors of Abbot +Jourdain's great work. + +THE DISUSED CHURCH OF ST NICHOLAS AT CAEN + +A COURTYARD IN THE RUE DE BAYEUX AT CAEN + + + + +Yorkshire + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV +ILLUSTRATIONS + +York from the Central Tower of The Minster + +Sleights Moor from Swart Houe Cross + +Runswick Bay + +Robin Hood's Bay + +Sunrise from Staithes Beck + +The Red Roofs of Whitby + +Whitby Abbey from the Cliffs + +An Autumn Day at Guisborough + +The Skelton Valley + +In Pickering Church + +The Market-place, Helmsley + +Richmond Castle from the River + +A Rugged View Above Wensleydale + +A Jacobean House at Askrigg + +Aysgarth Force + +View up Wensleydale from Leyburn Shawl + +Ripon Minster from the South + +Fountains Abbey + +Knaresborough + +Bolton Abbey, Wharfedale + +Settle + +Wolds + +Filey Brig + +The Outermost Point of Flamborough Head + +Hornsea Mere + +The Market-place, Beverley + +Patrington Church + +Coxwold Village + +The West Front of the Church Of Byland Abbey + +Bootham Bar, York + +Kirkstall Abbey, Leeds + + + + +Yorkshire--Coast and Moorlands + +CHAPTER I----ACROSS THE MOORS FROM PICKERING TO WHITBY + +CHAPTER II----ALONG THE ESK VALLEY + +CHAPTER III----THE COAST FROM WHITBY TO REDCAR + +CHAPTER IV----THE COAST FROM WHITBY TO SCARBOROUGH + +CHAPTER V----SCARBOROUGH + +CHAPTER VI----WHITBY + +CHAPTER VII----THE CLEVELAND HILLS + +CHAPTER VIII----GUISBOROUGH AND THE SKELTON VALLEY + +CHAPTER IX----FROM PICKERING TO RIEVAULX ABBEY + + + + +England of My Heart--Spring + +INTRODUCTION + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Shooters' Hill + +Dartford Church and Bridge + +The Gateway of the Monastery Close, Rochester + +Rochester + +Canterbury Cathedral from Christchurch Gate + +West Gate, Canterbury + +On the Stour Near Canterbury + +Chilham + +A Corner of Romney Marsh + +Rye + +Winchelsea Church + +Battle Abbey + +Lewes Castle + +The Downs + +The Weald of Sussex, North Of Lewes + +Arundel Castle + +The Market Cross, Chichester + +Bosham + +The Tudor House, Opposite St Michael's Church, Southampton + +In the New Forest + +Romsey Abbey + +North Transept, Winchester Cathedral + +St Cross, Winchester + +Selborne from the Hanger + + + + +Beautiful Britain +CHAPTER PAGE +I. THE PILGRIM'S APPROACH TO THE CITY 5 +II. THE STORY OF CANTERBURY 9 +III. THE CATHEDRAL 40 +IV. THE CITY 56 + INDEX +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS +PLATE +1. THE NAVE OF CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL Frontispiece + FACING PAGE +2. CHRIST CHURCH GATE 9 +3. THE CATHEDRAL FROM NORTH-WEST 16 +4. THE "ANGEL" OR "BELL HARRY" TOWER AND THE LAVATORY TOWER OF THE CATHEDRAL 25 +5. THE CHAPEL OF "OUR LADY" IN THE UNDERCROFT OF THE CATHEDRAL 27 +6. THE WARRIOR'S CHAPEL 30 +7. THE MARTYRDOM IN THE NORTH-WEST TRANSEPT 32 +8. THE DOORWAY FROM THE CLOISTERS TO THE MARTYRDOM 43 +9. THE GREYFRIARS' HOUSE IN CANTERBURY 46 +10. THE HOUSE OF THE CANTERBURY WEAVERS 49 +11. WESTGATE CANTERBURY FROM WITHIN 56 +12. THE NORMAN STAIRCASE TO THE KING'S SCHOOL On the cover +13. PLAN OF CANTERBURY. 5 +14. PLAN OF CANTERBURY CASTLE. 63 + + + + +The Evolution Of An English Town + +PREFACE. + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. + +INTRODUCTION + +CHAPTER I + +CONCERNING THOSE WHICH FOLLOW + +CHAPTER II + +THE FOREST AND VALE OF PICKERING IN PALAEOLITHIC AND PRE-GLACIAL TIMES + +CHAPTER III + +THE VALE OF PICKERING IN THE LESSER ICE AGE + +CHAPTER IV + +THE EARLY INHABITANTS OF THE FOREST AND VALE OF PICKERING + +CHAPTER V + +HOW THE ROMAN OCCUPATION OF BRITAIN AFFECTED THE FOREST AND VALE OF PICKERING, B.C. 55 TO A.D. 418 + +CHAPTER VI + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN SAXON TIMES, A.D. 418 TO 1066 + +CHAPTER VII + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN NORMAN TIMES, A.D. 1066 TO 1154 + +CHAPTER VIII + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN THE TIME OF THE PLANTAGENETS, A.D. 1154 TO 1485 + +CHAPTER IX + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN TUDOR TIMES, A.D. 1485 TO 1603 + +CHAPTER X + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN STUART TIMES, A.D. 1603 TO 1714 + +CHAPTER XI + +THE FOREST AND VALE IN GEORGIAN TIMES, A.D. 1714 TO 1837 + +CHAPTER XII + +THE FOREST AND VALE FROM EARLY VICTORIAN TIMES UP TO THE PRESENT DAY, A.D. 1837 TO 1905 + +CHAPTER XIII + +Concerning the Villages and Scenery of the Forest and Vale of Pickering + +CHAPTER XIV + +Concerning the Zoology of the Forest and Vale + + +Books of Reference + +List of the Vicars of Pickering + +Index + + +THE PURPOSE OF THE FOOTNOTES + +Having always considered footnotes an objectionable feature, I have +resorted to them solely for reference purposes. Therefore, the reader +who does not wish to look up my authorities need not take the slightest +notice of the references to the footnotes, which in no case contain +additional facts, but merely indications of the sources of information. + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Pickering Church from Hall Garth (Coloured) + +Pickering From The North-West + +Rosamund Tower, Pickering Castle + +Kirkdale Cave + +HyA|nas' Jaws + +Elephants' Teeth + +Bear's Tusk + +Pickering Lake in Ice Age + +Newtondale in Ice Age + +Pickering Lake, Eastern End + +Scamridge Dykes + +Pre-Historic Weapons + +Leaf-shaped Arrow Head + +Lake Dwellings Relics + +Remains of Pre-Historic Animals from Lake Dwellings + +Skeleton of Bronze Age + +A Quern + +Urns in Pickering Museum + +Sketch Map of Roman Road and Camps + +The Tower of Middleton Church + +Ancient Font and Crosses + +Saxon Sundial at Kirkdale + +Saxon Sundial at Edstone + +Pre-Norman Remains near Pickering + +Saxon Stones at Kirkdale + +Saxon Stones at Sinnington + +South Side of the Nave of Pickering Church + +Norman Doorway at Salton + +Norman Work at Ellerburne + +The Crypt at Lastingham + +Norman Font at Edstone + +Wall Paintings in Pickering Church + +The Devil's Tower, Pickering Castle + +Wall Painting of St Christopher + +Wall Painting of St Edmund and Acts of Mercy + +Wall Painting of Herod's Feast and Martyrdom of St Thomas a Becket + +Effigy of Sir William Bruce + +Effigies in Bruce Chapel + +Holy Water Stoup in Pickering Church + +Sanctus Bell + +Cattle Marks + +Section of Fork Cottage + +Details of Fork Cottage + +Pickering Castle from the Keep + +Pre-Reformation Chalice + +Font at Pickering Church + +Alms Box at Pickering Church + +House in which Duke of Buckingham Died + +Maypole on Sinnington Green + +Inverted Stone Coffin at Wykeham + +Magic Cubes + +Newtondale, showing the Coach Railway + +Relics of Witchcraft + +A Love Garter + +Horn of the Sinnington Hunt + +Interior of the Oldest Type of Cottage + +Ingle-Nook at Gallow Hill Farm + +Autographs of Wordsworth and Mary Hutchinson + +Riding t' Fair + +Halbert and Spetum + +Old Key of Castle + +Pickering Shambles + +The Old Pickering Fire-Engine + +Market Cross at Thornton-le-Dale + +Lockton Village + +The Black Hole of Thornton-le-Dale + +Hutton Buscel Church + +Sketch Map of the Pickering District + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28969.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28969.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2dc831a8b2d7fa3f45fb322392f93c8c83820850 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28969.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1269 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE ILLUSTRATED WORKS OF + +FREDERICH SCHILLER + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger + +Frederich Schiller (1759-1805) + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +CONTENTS + + + +HISTORY: ## Thirty Years War ## Revolt of Netherlands + +PLAYS: +## The Robbers ## Fiesco ## Love and Intrigue +## The Camp of Wallenstein ## Piccolomini ## The Death of Wallenstein +## Whilhelm Tell ## Don Carlos ## Demetrius +## Mary Stuart ## The Maid of Orleans ## The Bride of Messina + + +POEMS ## First Period ## Second Period ## Third Period + ## Supressed Poems + +PHILOSOPHY: ## Aesthetical Essays ## Philosophical Letters + +NOVEL: ## The Ghost Seer [or, The Apparitionist] and The Sport of Destiny + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Thirty Years War + +PREFACE TO THE SIXTH EDITION. + +HISTORY OF THE THIRTY YEARS' WAR IN GERMANY. + +BOOK I. + +BOOK II. + +BOOK III. + +BOOK IV. + +BOOK V. + + + + +Revolt of Netherlands + +PREFACE TO THE EDITION. + +THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE. + +INTRODUCTION. + +BOOK I.--Earlier History + +BOOK II.--Cardinal Granvella + +BOOK III.--Conspiracy of the Nobles + +BOOK IV.--The Iconoclasts +Trial and Execution of Counts Egmont and Horn +Siege of Antwerp by the Prince of Parma + + + + +The Robbers + +SCHILLER'S PREFACE. + +ADVERTISEMENT TO THE ROBBERS. + +PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION. + +THE ROBBERS + +ACT I. + +SCENE II.--A Tavern on the Frontier of Saxony. + +SCENE III.--MOOR'S Castle.--AMELIA'S Chamber. + +ACT II. + +SCENE II.--Old Moor's Bedchamber. + +SCENE III.--THE BOHEMIAN WOODS. + +ACT III. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE II.--Country near the Danube. + +ACT IV. + +SCENE II.*--Gallery in the Castle. + +SCENE III.--Another Room in the Castle. + +SCENE V. + +ACT V. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + + + + +Fiesco + +ACT I. + +ACT II. + +ACT III. + +ACT IV. + +ACT V. + + + + +Love and Intrigue + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + + + + +The Camp of Wallenstein + +THE CAMP OF WALLENSTEIN. + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + + + + +Piccolomini + +PREFACE. + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +FOOTNOTES. + + + + +The Death of Wallenstein +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +SCENE XIV. + +SCENE XV. + +SCENE XVI. + +SCENE XVII. + +SCENE XVIII. + +SCENE XIX. + +SCENE XX. + +SCENE XXI. + +SCENE XXII. + +SCENE XXIII. + + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +SCENE XIV. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +Whilhelm Tell + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +WILHELM TELL. + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +FOOTNOTES. + + + + +Don Carlos + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +SCENE XIV. + +SCENE XV. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +SCENE XIV. + +SCENE XV. + +SCENE XVI. + +SCENE XVII. + +SCENE XVIII. + +SCENE XIX. + +SCENE XX. + +SCENE XXI. + +SCENE XXII. + +SCENE XXIII. + +SCENE XXIV. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + + + + +Demetrius + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + + + + +Mary Stuart + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +SCENE XIV. + +SCENE XV. + + + + +The Maid of Orleans + +PROLOGUE + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +ACT I. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +ACT II. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +ACT III. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + + +ACT IV. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE XIII. + +ACT V. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +SCENE III. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE V. + +SCENE VI. + +SCENE VII. + +SCENE VIII. + +SCENE IX. + +SCENE X. + +SCENE XI. + +SCENE XII. + +SCENE IV. + +SCENE XIV. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +The Bride of Messina + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +SCENE I. + +SCENE II. + +ON THE USE OF THE CHORUS IN TRAGEDY. + + + + +First Period POEMS + +POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD. + +FOOTNOTES + + + + +Second Period POEMS + +HYMN TO JOY. + +THE INVINCIBLE ARMADA. + +THE GODS OF GREECE. + +RESIGNATION. + +THE CONFLICT. + +THE ARTISTS. + +THE CELEBRATED WOMAN. + +WRITTEN IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM. + + + + +Third Period + +POEMS OF THE THIRD PERIOD. + +DEDICATION TO DEATH, MY PRINCIPAL. + +PREFACE. + +FOOTNOTES. + + + + +SUPRESSED POEMS + +SUPPRESSED POEMS. + +APPENDIX OF POEMS ETC. IN SCHILLER'S DRAMATIC WORKS. + +FOOTNOTES + + + + +Aesthetical Essays + +INTRODUCTION. + +VOCABULARY OF TERMINOLOGY. + +LETTERS ON THE AESTHETICAL EDUCATION OF MAN. + +LETTER I. + +LETTER II. + +LETTER III. + +LETTER IV. + +LETTER V. + +LETTER VI. + +LETTER VII. + +LETTER VIII. + +LETTER IX. + +LETTER X. + +LETTER XI. + +LETTER XII. + +LETTER XIII. + +LETTER XIV. + +LETTER XV. + +LETTER XVI. + +LETTER XVII. + +LETTER XVIII. + +LETTER XIX. + +LETTER XX. + +LETTER XXI. + +LETTER XXII. + +LETTER XXIII. + +LETTER XXIV. + +LETTER XXV. + +LETTER XXVI. + +LETTER XXVII. + +THE MORAL UTILITY OF AESTHETIC MANNERS. + +ON THE SUBLIME. + +THE PATHETIC. + +ON GRACE AND DIGNITY. + +ON DIGNITY. + +LIMITATIONS IN THE USE OF BEAUTY OF FORM. + +THE VULGAR AND LOW ELEMENTS IN WORKS OF ART. + +REFLECTIONS ON DIFFERENT QUESTIONS OF AESTHETICS. + +ON SIMPLE AND SENTIMENTAL POETRY. + +SENTIMENTAL POETRY. + +SATIRICAL POETRY. + +ELEGIAC POETRY. + +IDYL. + +THE STAGE AS A MORAL INSTITUTION. + +ON THE TRAGIC ART. + +THE PLEASURE WE DERIVE FROM TRAGIC OBJECTS. + + + + +Philosophical Letters + +PREFATORY REMARKS. + +LETTER I. + +LETTER II. + +LETTER III. + +LETTER IV. + +THEOSOPHY OF JULIUS. + +LETTER V. + +ON THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THE ANIMAL AND THE SPIRITUAL NATURE IN MAN. + +PHYSICAL CONNECTION. + +PHILOSOPHICAL CONNECTION. + + + + +The Ghost Seer [or, The Apparitionist] +and The Sport of Destiny + +BOOK I + +BOOK II. + +LETTER I. + +LETTER II. + +LETTER III. + +LETTER IV. + +LETTER V. + +LETTER VI. + +LETTER VII. + +LETTER VIII. + +LETTER IX. + +LETTER X. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28972.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28972.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..426b30d7afd790baf6ff615298510481df94de49 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28972.txt @@ -0,0 +1,928 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE WORKS OF LOUIS BECKE + +By Louis Becke + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger + +Louis Becke (1855-1913) +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +CONTENTS + +## Yorke The Adventurer +## John Corwell, Sailor +## Poisonous Fish +## Colonial Mortuary Bard +## "'Reo," The Fisherman +## "Old Mary" +## "Martin Of Nitendi" +## Call Of The South" +## Ebbing Of The Tide +## In The Far North +## Officer And Man +## The Trader's Wife +## Tessa +## Pakia +## Sarreo +## The South Seaman +## Susani +## Fish Drugging +## Amona and Others +## Tom Gerrard +## The River Of Dreams +## "Five-Head" Creek +## Black Bream Of Australia +## Chinkie's Flat and Others +## John Frewen, South Sea Whaler +## Memory Of The Southern Seas +## Ridan The Devil and Others +## Rodman the Boatsteeer and Others +## The Flemmings and "Flash Harry" +## "Pig-Headed" Sailor Men +## Americans In The South Seas +## The Tapu Of Banderah +## The Beginning of the Sea Story Of Australia +## Concerning "Bully" Hayes +## Adventure Of James Shervinton +## Brothers-In-Law; The Brass Gun +## Adventure Of Elizabeth Morey +## Foster's Letter Of Marque +## The Gallant and Jack Renton + + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +Yorke The Adventurer + +Chapter I + +Chapter II + +Chapter III + +Chapter IV + +Chapter V + +Chapter VI + + + + +John Corwell, Sailor + +JOHN CORWELL, SAILOR AND MINER + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +POISONOUS FISH OF THE PACIFIC ISLANDS + + + + +Colonial Mortuary Bard + +THE COLONIAL MORTUARY BARD + +"'REO," THE FISHERMAN + +THE BLACK BREAM OF AUSTRALIA + + + + +"Old Mary" + +I + +II + +III + + + + +"Martin Of Nitendi" + +"MARTIN OF NITENDI" + +THE RIVER OF DREAMS + +I + +II + +III + + + + +Call Of The South" + +CHAPTER I ~ PAUL, THE DIVER + +CHAPTER II ~ THE OLD SEA LIFE + +CHAPTER III ~ THE BLIND MAN OF ADMIRALTY ISLAND + +CHAPTER IV ~ NISAN ISLAND; A TALE OF THE OLD TRADING DAYS + + FIRST PART + + SECOND PART + + THIRD PART + +CHAPTER V ~ MUTINIES + +CHAPTER VI ~ "MANI" + +CHAPTER VII ~ AT NIGHT + +CHAPTER VIII ~ THE CRANKS OF THE JULIA BRIG + +CHAPTER IX ~ "DANDY," THE SHIP'S DINGO + +CHAPTER X ~ KALA-HOI, THE NET-MAKER + +CHAPTER XI ~ THE KANAKA LABOUR TRADE IN THE PACIFIC + +CHAPTER XII ~ MY FRIENDS, THE ANTHROPOPHAGI + +CHAPTER XIII ~ ON THE "JOYS" OF RECRUITING "BLACKBIRDS" + +CHAPTER XIV ~ MAKING A FORTUNE IN THE SOUTH SEAS + +CHAPTER XV ~ THE STORY OF TOKOLME + +CHAPTER XVI ~ "LANO-TO" + +CHAPTER XVII ~ "OMBRE CHEVALIER" + +CHAPTER XVIII ~ A RECLUSE OF THE BUSH + +CHAPTER XIX ~ TE-BARI, THE OUTLAW + +CHAPTER XX ~ "THE DANDIEST BOY THAT EVER STOOD UP IN A BOAT" + +CHAPTER XXI ~ THE PIT OF MAOTA + +CHAPTER XXII ~ VANAKI, THE STRONG SWIMMER + +CHAPTER XXIII ~ TWO PACIFIC ISLANDS BIRDS: THE SOUTH SEA CORNCRAKE AND + + THE SOUTH SEA CORNCRAKE + + THE TOOTH-BILLED PIGEON OF SAMOA + +CHAPTER XXIV ~ A NIGHT RUN ACROSS FAGALOA BAY + +CHAPTER XXV ~ A BIT OF GOOD LUCK + +CHAPTER XXVI ~ MODERN PIRATES + +CHAPTER XXVII ~ PAUTOE + +CHAPTER XXVIII ~ THE MAN WHO KNEW EVERYTHING + +CHAPTER XXIX ~ THE PATTERING OF THE MULLET + + + + +Ebbing Of The Tide + +"LULIBAN OF THE POOL" + +NINIA + + I. + + II. + + III. + +BALDWIN'S LOISE--Miss Lambert. + +AT A KAFA-DRINKING + + I. + + II. + +MRS. LIARDET: A SOUTH SEA TRADING EPISODE + +KENNEDY THE BOATSTEERER + +A DEAD LOSS + +HICKSON: A HALF-CASTE + +A BOATING PARTY OF TWO + + I. + + II. + +"THE BEST ASSET IN A FOOL'S ESTATE" + +DESCHARD OF ONEAKA + + I. + + II. + + III. + + IV. + + V. + + VI. + + VII. + +NELL OF MULLINER'S CAMP + +AURIKI REEF + +AT THE EBBING OF THE TIDE + +THE FALLACIES OF HILLIARD + + I. + + II. + +A TALE OF A MASK + +THE COOK OF THE "SPREETOO SANTOO" + +LUPTON'S GUEST: MEMORY OF THE EASTERN PACIFIC + +IN NOUMEA + +THE FEAST AT PENTECOST + +AN HONOUR TO THE SERVICE + + + + +In The Far North + +I + +II + +III + +IV + + + + +Officer And Man + + + + +The Trader's Wife + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + + + + +Tessa + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + + + + +Pakia + + + + +Sarreo + + + + +The South Seaman + + + + +Susani + + + + +Fish Drugging + +"FIVE-HEAD" CREEK + +I + +II + +FISH DRUGGING IN THE PACIFIC + + + + +Amona and Others + +AMONA; THE CHILD; AND THE BEAST + +THE SNAKE AND THE BELL + +SOUTH SEA NOTES + + I + + II + + + + +Tom Gerrard + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + + + + +The River Of Dreams + +"MARTIN OF NITENDI" + +THE RIVER OF DREAMS + +I + +II + +III + + + + +Chinkie's Flat and Others + +CHAPTER I ~ "CHINKIE'S FLAT" + +CHAPTER II ~ GRAINGER MAKES A "DEAL" + +CHAPTER III ~ JIMMY AH SAN + +CHAPTER IV ~ GRAINGER AND JIMMY AH SAN TALK TOGETHER + +CHAPTER V ~ THE RESURRECTION OF THE "EVER VICTORIOUS" + +CHAPTER VI ~ "MAGNETIC VILLA" + +CHAPTER VII ~ SHEILA CAROLAN + +CHAPTER VIII ~ MYRA AND SHEILA + +CHAPTER IX ~ DINNER WITH "THE REFINED FAMILY" + +CHAPTER X ~ THE "CHAMPION" ISSUES A "SPECIAL" + +CHAPTER XI ~ A CHANGE OF PLANS + +CHAPTER XII ~ SHEILA BECOMES ONE OF A VERY "UNREFINED" CIRCLE + +CHAPTER XIII ~ ON THE SCENT + +CHAPTER XIV ~ "MISS CAROLINE" IS "ALL RIGHT" (VIDE DICK SCOTT ) + + + + +John Frewen, South Sea Whaler + +BOOK I + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +BOOK II + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + + + + +Memory Of The Southern Seas + +CAPTAIN "BULLY" HAYES + +THE "WHALE CURE" + +THE SEA "SALMON" SEASON IN AUSTRALIA + +"JACK SHARK" + +SOME PACIFIC ISLANDS FISHES + +"LUCK" + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + +BULL-DOGS OF THE SEA + +"REVENGE" + +SAUNDERSON AND THE DYNAMITE + +THE STEALING OF SA LUIA + + + + +Ridan The Devil and Others + +RIDAN THE DEVIL + +A MEMORY OF 'THE SYSTEM' + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + +A NORTH PACIFIC LAGOON ISLAND + +BILGER, OF SYDNEY + +THE VISION OF MILLI THE SLAVE + +DENISON GETS A BERTH ASHORE + +ADDIE RANSOM: A MEMORY OF THE TOKELAUS + +IN A NATIVE VILLAGE + +MAURICE KINANE + +THE 'KILLERS' OF TWOFOLD BAY + +DENISON'S SECOND BERTH ASHORE + +A FISH DRIVE ON A MICRONESIAN ATOLL + +BOBARAN + +SEA FISHING IN AUSTRALIA + +AN ADVENTURE IN THE NEW HEBRIDES + +THE SOUTH SEA BUBBLE OF CHARLES DU BREIL + +THE WHITE WIFE AND THE BROWN 'WOMAN' + +WITH HOOK AND LINE ON AN AUSTRAL RIVER + +THE WRECK OF THE LEONORA: A MEMORY OF 'BULLY' HAYES + +AN OLD COLONIAL MUTINY + +A BOATING ADVENTURE IN THE CAROLINES + +A CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE FAR SOUTH SEAS + + + + +Rodman the Boatsteeer and Others + +RODMAN THE BOATSTEERER + + I. + + II. + + III. + +A POINT OF THEOLOGY ON MADURO + +A MAN OF IMPULSE + +THE TRADER + + I. + + II. + + III. + +MRS. CLINTON + + I. + + II. + +THE CUTTING-OFF OF THE "QUEEN CHARLOTTE" + +THE PERUVIAN SLAVERS + +A QUESTION OF PRECEDENCE + +A TOUCH OF THE TAR-BRUSH + +THE TRADER S WIFE + +NINA + +THE EAST INDIAN COUSIN + +PROCTOR THE DRUNKARD + +A PONAPEAN CONVENANCE + +IN THE KING'S SERVICE, EPISODES OF A BEACH-COMBER + + I. + + II. + + III. + +OXLEY, THE PRIVATEERSMAN + + I. + + II. + + III. + +THE ESCAPEE + +EMA, THE HALF-BLOOD + + I. + + II. + + III. + + IV. + +LEASSE + +THE TROUBLE WITH JINABAN + + + + +The Flemmings and "Flash Harry" + +THE FLEMMINGS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + + +"FLASH HARRY" OF SAVAIT + + + + +"Pig-Headed" Sailor Men + + + + +Americans In The South Seas + + + + +The Tapu Of Banderah + +I ~ THE "STARLIGHT" + +II ~ A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION + +III ~ BANDERAH + +IV ~ "DEATH TO THEM BOTH!" + +V ~ THE TAPU OF BANDERAH + + + + +The Beginning of the Sea Story Of Australia + + + + +Concerning "Bully" Hayes + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + + + + +Adventure Of James Shervinton + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + + + +List of Illustrations + +Titlepage + +Sailing Across the Lagoon to his Station + +The Man Tematau Came to the Door + +Met Me With Outstretched Hand + +Hand Shot out and Grasped Me by the Throat + +Krause Lay on his Back in the Centre of The Room + +Directed My Steps Towards the Great Open-sided Moniep + +Fishing As if Nothing Unusual Had Occurred + +I Spread the Chart out on The Table + +I Hurried Down to the Beach + +Two Good Coatings of Red Lead + +Accompanied by Thirty Or Forty Canoes + +Began Their Flying-fish Catching + +She Came Boldly on + +How We Escaped Broaching to + +I Could Not But Admire and Envy + +Carrying Nets and Fish Baskets + +I Waited Until My Hand Was a Bit Steady + +A Glorious Silver Moon in the Sky + +Saw a Barque Lying on the Reef + +He Had Sailed + +At Last We Reached the Ship + +Lifting Us up on the Summit of Its Awful Crest + + + + +Brothers-In-Law; The Brass Gun + +THE BROTHERS-IN-LAW: A TALE OF THE EQUATORIAL ISLANDS + +THE BRASS GUN OF THE BUCCANEERS + + + + +Adventure Of Elizabeth Morey + + + + +Foster's Letter Of Marque + +I + +II + + + + +The Gallant and Jack Renton + +"THE GALLANT, GOOD RIOU" + +JACK RENTON + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28985.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28985.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6bb6c8edd0c53f3415cc957f245a98a1f98ae3a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28985.txt @@ -0,0 +1,695 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1914 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1914 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin and Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH + + +It was Tord of Hafsborough, + O'er the verdant wold would ride, +And there he lost his hammer of gold, + 'Twas lost for so long a tide. + +It was Tord of Hafsborough, + His brother he addressed: +"Thou shalt away to the Norland hills, + My hammer be thy quest." + +It was Lokke Leyemand, + A feather robe o'er him drew; +And away to the Norland mountains high + O'er the briny sea he flew. + +In the midst of the castle yard + He smoothed his array; +Then straight he took to the castle hall, + To the carlish Count his way. + +"Be welcome, Lokke Leyemand, + Be welcome my castle to; +Say! how fare things in Hafsborough? + With the land how does it go?" + +"O, well fare things in Hafsborough, + And well in the country all; +Tord has his golden hammer lost, + Therefore seek I your hall." + +"Tord he shall not his hammer get, + Thou back may'st carry him word; +Full five-and-ninety fathoms deep + It lies in the earth interred. + +"Tord he shall not his hammer get, + To thee I vow and swear, +Save he give me Damsel Fridleifsborg, + With all his goods and gear." + +It was Lokke Leyemand, + O'er himself the feather robe drew; +And with his answer back amain + O'er the briny sea he flew. + +"Thou never wilt get thy hammer of gold, + Upon that thou may'st rely, +Unless he have Damsel Fridleifsborg, + And all our property." + +Then answered straight the proud Damsel, + Upon the bench as she sate: +"Ye'd better give me a Christian man, + Than the laidly trold for mate. + +"But we will take our old father, + And deck so fine his head, +And we'll carry him to the Northern hills, + To stand for bride in my stead." + +And now to the house of the merry bridegroom + They the young old bride convey; +Upon her dress no gold was spared, + For a verity I say. + +And so they took the lovely bride, + On the bride-bench placed her frame; +And to skink before the bride himself + The carlish Count he came. + +Then she ate six oxen bodies, + And three fat swine beside; +Loaves seven hundred were her meal, + Ere for a draught she cried. + +Before her thirst she could assuage + She drank ten casks of ale; +She set the can once more to her mouth + And to hickuping then she fell. + +The carlish Count strode up and down, + And wrung his hands so sore: +"O whence can this young bride be come? + She does so much devour!" + +The Count he called to his Botelere: + "Thou hadst better broach away, +For we have here such a wondrous bride, + She'll drink for ever and aye." + +Answered then Lokke Leyemand, + 'Neath his sleeve he laughed with glee: +"For full eight days she has not ate. + She longed so much for thee." + +Outspake the laidly carlish Count, + And thus the Count did cry: +"O, call ye in my serving swains, + Bid them come instantly. + +"Go, fetch me hither the hammer of gold, + Glad I'll surrender it; +If I can either in honour or shame, + Of such a young bride be quit." + +The Kempions eight in number were, + Who the hammer brought on a tree; +They laid it down so courteously + Across the young bride's knee. + +It was then the youthful bride + Took up the hammer big; +I tell to ye for a verity + She swung it like a twig. + +First she slew the carlish count, + That throld both laid and tall; +And then as they strove to 'scape through the door, + She slew the little trolds all. + +The guests and the Norland men each one + So downcast were of mood; +Blows from the hand of the bride they got + That robbed their cheeks of blood. + +It was Lokke Leyemand, + He opened his mouth in game: +"Now we will fare to our country home, + And our sire a widow proclaim." + + + + +FROM THE ARABIC + + +O thou who fain would'st wisdom gain, + Live night and day untired; +For by repeated toil and pain + It is alone acquired. + + + + +THORVALD +_Svend Tveskjeg havde sig en Maud_ + + + Swayne Tveskieg did a man possess, + Sir Thorvald hight; + Though fierce in war, kind acts in peace + Were his delight. + From port to port his vessels fast + Sailed wide around, + And made, where'er they anchor cast, + His name renown'd. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + Prisoners he bought--clothes, liberty, + On them bestowed, + And sent men home from slavery + To their abode. + And many an old man got his boy, + His age's stay; + And many a maid her youth's sole joy, + Her lover gay. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + A brave fight Thorvald loved full dear, + For brave his mood; + But never did he dip his spear + In feeble blood. + He followed Swayne to many a fray + With war-shield bright, + And his mere presence scar'd away + Foul deeds of might. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + They hoist sail on the lofty mast, + It was King Swayne, + He o'er the bluey billows pass'd + With armed train. + His mind to harry Bretland {13a} boiled; + He leapt on shore + And every, every thing recoiled + His might before. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + Yet slept not Bretland's chieftain good; + He speedily + Collected a host in the dark wood + Of cavalry. + And evil through that subtle plan + Befell the Dane; + They were ta'en prisoners every man, + And last King Swayne. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + "Now hear thou prison-foogd! {13b} and pray + My message heed; + Unto the castle take thy way, + Thence Thorvald lead! + Prison and chains become him not, + Whose gallant hand + So many a handsome lad has brought + From slavery's band." +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + The man brought this intelligence + To the bower's door, + But Thorvald, with loud vehemence, + "I'll not go," swore. + "What--go, and leave my sovereign here, + In durance sore? + No! Thorvald then ne'er worthy were + To lift shield more." +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + What cannot noble souls effect? + Both freedom gain + Through Thorvald's prayer, and the respect + His deeds obtain. + And from that hour unto his grave, + Swayne ever show'd + Towards his youth's friend, so true and brave, + Fit gratitude. +_But Thorvald has freed his King_. + + Swayne Tveskieg sat with kings one tide, + O'er mead and beer, + The cushion soft he stroaked and cried, + "Sit, Thorvald, here. + Thy father ne'er rul'd land like me + And my compeers! + But yarl and nobleman is he + Whose fame thine nears. +_For Thorvald has freed his King_." + + + + +PETER COLBIORNSEN + + + 'Fore Fredereksteen King Carl he lay + With mighty host; + But Frederekshal from day to day, + Much trouble cost. + To seize the sword each citizen + His tools let fall, + And valiant Peter Colbiornsen + Was first of all. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + 'Gainst Frederekshal so fierce and grim + Turned Carl his might, + The citizens encountered him + In numbers slight, + But ah, they fought like Northern men, + For much loved land, + And it was Peter Colbiornsen + That led the band. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + Such heavy blows the Norsemen deal + Amid the foe, + Like ripe corn 'fore the reaper's steel + The Swedes sink low. + But sturdiest reaper weary will, + So happ'd it here; + Though many the Norwegians kill, + More, more appear. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + Before superior force they flew, + As Norsemen fly, + They but retired, the fight anew + Unawed to ply. + Now o'er the bodies of his slain + His way Carl makes; + He thinks he has the city ta'en, + But he mistakes. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + A speedy death his soldiers found + Where'er they came; + For Norse were posted all around, + And greeted them; + Then Carl he sent, but sorely vext, + To Fredereksteen, + And begg'd that he might bury next + His slaughtered men. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + "No time, no time to squander e'er + Have Norsemen bold, + He came self-bidden 'mongst us here," + Thus Carl was told; + "If we can drive him back agen, + We now must try!" + And it was Peter Colbiornsen + Made that reply. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + Lo! from the town the flames outburst, + High-minded men! + And he who fired his house the first + Was Colbiornsen. + Eager to quench the fire, the foes + Make quick resort, + But bullets fell as fast as snows + Down from the fort. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + Now rose the blazes toward the sky, + Red, terrible, + His heroes' death the King thereby + Could see right well. + Sir Peter's word he then made good, + His host retires; + But in his path the steen it stood, + And on him fires. +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + Magnificent 'midst corse and blood + Glowed Frederekshal; + Illum'd its own men's courage proud, + And Swedesmen's fall. + Whoe'er saw pile funereal flame + So bright as then? + Sure never shall expire thy name, + O Colbiornsen! +_Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen_. + + + + +KRAGELILL + + +'Twas noised about, 'twas noised about, + Full far 'twas noised I ween; +King Sigurd has his daughter lost, + She stolen from him has been. + +It was gallant King Sigurd then + His bonnet he put on; +And he away to the high, high hall + To his courtmen and knights is gone. + +They cast the die upon the board, + The die it rolled around; +It fell upon Regnfred, the King's son, + He to seek the maid is bound. + +About the world for one winter, + And for winters five he sought; +But he in all that weary tide + Could hear of the maiden nought. + +It was Regnfred, the King's son, + Through the green wood rode his way; +And there met him a little stranger lad, + About the break of day. + +"Now do thou hear, thou stranger lad, + All that I say to thee; +The very next maid that thou know'st of + Do thou shew unto me." + +"And do thou hear, thou fair young swain + I pray I may not offend, +But the very next maid that I know of + Sir Tabor's goats doth tend. + +"Her kirtle is of kid-skin made, + Her mantle of wadmal grey, +Her locks, which shine like gleamy gold, + Adown her shoulders stray." + +Then he rode o'er the meadows green, + And through the brake and thorn, +And there did he the maiden find, + She drove her goats from the corn. + +He took her tenderly in his arm, + Kissed her on her cheek so fair: +"I entreat thee now by the highest God, + Thy father to me declare." + +"An ancient man my father is, + Tends goats in the morass; +Kragelill I myself am called, + Can I boast of my birth, alas!" + +It was Regnfred, the King's son, + In haste drew out his knife: +"Thou shalt to me thy father name, + Or thou shall lose thy life." + +"Sigurd the King my father is, + His Queen my mother dear; +And I myself am Swanelill, + Name fitting for me to bear." + +Then o'er her threw the mantle blue + Regnfred, the King's good son; +He lifted her so courteously + His courser grey upon. + +And he rode o'er the meadows green, + And over the plains so wide; +Behind him came running an ancient man, + And so loud on Kragelill cried. + +But the swain gave him both silver and gold, + Contented away he hied; +Then he unhindered did carry the maid + To her father's halls of pride. + +Now has Regnfred, the King's son, + O'ercome his dire distress; +He sleeps each night so joyously + In the arms of his princess. + +And now is Damsel Swanelill + To kith and kin restored; +So joyously she sleeps each night + With Regnfred her wedded lord. + + + + +ALLEGAST + + +The Count such a store of gold had got, +His equal for wealth in the land was not. + +But the Count he had of a hare the heart, +At the slightest thing he with fear would start. + +Yet at last he grew of courage so rife, +That he wooed the King's daughter to be his wife. + +Then answer made Carl, the son of the King: +I ne'er will consent to such shameful thing. + +"For he served my father like a knave, +He'll not bear on his helm the stroke of a glaive. + +"Last year the King's coursers he helped to groom, +This year he'll to wed the King's daughter presume." + +Nought booted all Carl, the King's son, could say; +'Gainst the wish of her brother they gave her away. + +Dreamt Carl, the King's son, on his night-couch laid, +That he would take up the thieving trade. + +"May the Lord God grant I the man may find, +Who best can steal of the thieving kind. + +"God grant that I in with Allegast fall, +Who best can steal of the world's thieves all." + +Early at morn the day shone clear, +From the house Carl, the King's son, rode in career. + +And when to the castle gate he had won, +There Allegast stood, and leaned thereupon. + +"What kind of man, my friend, may you be, +Whom loitering here by the gate I see?" + +"The folks, young Sir, me Allegast call, +I am the best thief of the world's thieves all." + +"Then we'll to each other a solemn oath give, +To steal and to thieve all the days that we live. + +"Now we will away to the house of the Count, +And the courser we'll steal which to ride he is wont." + +And when they arrived on the verdant plain, +Into hot dispute fell the comrades twain. + +They disputed which should break the wall, +They disputed which therethrough should crawl. + +But Allegast he should break down the wall, +And Allegast he should creep through withall. + +"But how shall we bear the Count's saddle away? +So many bells that saddle array." + +The Count to his page that evening said: +"My saddle wipe, ere thou get thee to bed. + +"For to-morrow I'm bent to ride to the Ting, +I'll have Carl hanged, the son of the King." + +Then the Countess in bitter grief answer made: +"You'll ne'er live so long as to see him dead. + +"My father's servant last year thou wast, +Now to sleep with his daughter the honour thou hast." + +The Count at that word so ireful grew, +He smote his wife that the blood out-flew. + +At hand was Sir Carl, heard all they spake: +"I soon of this matter an end will make." + +Then Carl he entered through the door, +And a naked sword in his hand he bore. + +"Thou dog, thou shalt never more have the might +The gentle daughters of Kings to smite. + +"Thou dog, thou shalt never more have the power +To threaten Kings' children within thy bower." + +The Count by his long yellow locks he took, +And by the bed's side his head off strook. + +"Do thou lie there, and for ever be banned, +I'll bestow on another my sister's hand. + +"I'll give her Sir Allegast, he is a knight +So true and trusty and valiant in fight." + +The King's sweet daughter has Allegast wed, +For her infamous husband unwept lies dead. + +These gallants were thieves in no other way, +Than that they a trick on the Count would play. + +But could all thieving come to so fair an end, +There's many, I trow, would a-thieving wend! + + + + +EPIGRAMS + + +1 + + +Assume a friend's face when a foeman you spy, +For his hatred you'll turn into friendship thereby. +Deal gentle words round you when threats are outpoured, +For not against silk do we use the sharp sword. +By means of caresses and promises fair, +The elephant fierce you may guide with a hair. + + + +2 + + +The lion in woods finds prey of noble kind, + In fields of air the hawk sufficient meat; +He who would hunt within a house confined, + Must needs possess the spider's hands and feet. + + + +3 + + +Though God provides our daily bread + Yet all must seek that bread, I ween; +Though all must die, there is no need + To rush the dragon's jaws between. + + + +4 + + +To trust a man I never feel inclined, +Unless I know his very inmost mind; +Better an open foe your flesh should rend, +Than you should deem a secret foe your friend. + + + +5 + + +A hunter who was always seeking game +In evil hour upon a tiger came; +Chance to the hunter is not always kind, +Instead of game he may a tiger find. + + + +6 + + +The plans of men of shrewdest wit + To fail are known, +Whilst beardless lads the mark will hit + By chance alone. + + + +7 + + +Well was it said, long years ago, +Never trust him whom you've given a blow; +Trust not the heart you have caused to ache, +For thine, if it can, it will surely break. +Fling not a stone at the wall of a town, +Lest one from the rampart should strike you down. + + + +8 + + +Who roams the world by many wants beset, +Is quickly glad his own name to forget; +Unless you've gold you cannot do much harm, +And if you've gold you need no other arm. +Gold if you lack you cannot cross the brine; +Better than ten men's strength is one man's coin. + + + + +ON A YOUNG MAN WITH RED HAIR + + +He is a lad of sober mind, +By no means martially inclined; +Nor fit to bear war's dreadful shocks, +Although he carries fire-locks. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{13a} Britain. + +{13b} Prison-foogd, the governor of the prison, Dan fogd. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28986.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28986.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6b2544c5bc823c11f294d92ca9c81ac1be9c2fea --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg28986.txt @@ -0,0 +1,571 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + YOUNG SWAIGDER + OR + THE FORCE OF RUNES + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +YOUNG SWAIGDER +OR +THE FORCE OF RUNES + + +It was the young Swaigder, + With the little ball he played; +The ball flew into the Damsel's lap, + And pale her cheeks it made. + +The ball flew into the Damsel's bower. + He went of it in quest; +Before he out of the bower came, + Much care had filled his breast! + +"The ball, the ball thou shouldst not fling, + Shouldst cast it not at me; +There sits a maid in a foreign land, + She sighs and weeps for thee. + +"Thou never more shalt peace obtain, + Or close in sleep thine eyes, +Till thou has freed the lovely maid, + In thrall for thee that lies." + +It was the young Swaigder, + Placed his cap upon his head, +And into the high chamber + Unto his knights he sped. + +"Here, quaffing mead from out the shell + Sit ye, my Courtmen bold, +Whilst I go to the mountain drear, + Speech with the Dead to hold! + +"Here, quaffing mead and ruddy wine, + Sit ye my men so brave, +Whilst I go to the mountain drear, + With my mother speech to have!" + +It was the young Swaigder, + And he began to call-- +Riven were wall and marble stone, + And the hill began to fall. + +"Who is it breaks my sleep, + And works me such annoy? +Deep, deep below the earth so swart + Can I not peace enjoy?" + +"O, it is the young Swaigder, + The son thou lovest dear; +He fain would good advice from thee, + His darling mother, hear. + +"For I have now a step-mother, + So harsh she is of mood, +And she upon me Runes has cast + For a maid I ne'er have view'd." + +"I will give thee a noble horse, + Shall bear thee at thy need, +And he will run upon the sea + As on the verdant mead. + +"And I will to thee a napkin give, + 'Tis of Ager wool entire, +Before thee on the board shall stand, + What meat thou shalt desire. + +"I will to thee a deer's horn give, + Mark well its golden gleam; +All the drink thou wishest for, + From the golden horn shall stream. + +"And I will give to thee a sword, + Hardened in Dragon's blood; +It will glitter like a beam + When thou ridest through the wood. + +"I will give to thee a barque, + Its white sails silk shall be; +Shall move as well on the verdant earth + As on the foaming sea." + +Their silken sails on the gilded yard + So wide, so wide they spread; +Away they sailed to the distant land, + Where dwelt the lovely maid. + +And they have cast their anchors + Upon the yellow sand; +It was the young Swaigder + Who stepped the first to land. + +It was the young Swaigder, + His ship to the shore he steers; +And the first man there that met him, + Was a man of many years. + +It was then the ancient man + Was the first to make enquire: +"O, what is the name of the young swain + With the sword, and the look of fire?" + +"O, he is hight young Swaigder, + So wide his fame doth fly; +And he for a maid is pining sore + On whom he ne'er set eye." + +"There is within this land a maid, + Who pining long hath been +For a swain that hight is Swaigder, + And him she ne'er has seen." + +"If longs she after a young swain + On whom she ne'er set eye, +And he is hight young Swaigder, + He is here in verity. + +"Now do thou hear, thou ancient man, + If it as thou sayest be, +Become I King upon this land, + I'll make a Count of thee." + +"'Midst of yonder verdant wood + Stands the castle of the maid; +The house is of gray marble stone, + The court with steel belaid. + +"The house is of grey marble stone + The court with steel is floored, +The portal is of ruddy gold, + Twelve bears before it guard. + +"In middle of the maiden's court + A linden spreads its shade, +If truly thou art Swaigder, + Hie forward unafraid." + +Away then rode young Swaigder, + Cast towards the gate his eye; +And all the locks that before it hung, + Down fell they instantly. + +Then withered the leaf, then withered the linden, + And the grass at the linden's root; +And the twelve bears who the portal guard + They fell at the hero's foot. + +When he came into the castle-court, + He smoothed his array, +Then proudly up to the high, high hall + To the King he took his way. + +"Hail to thee, hail to thee, heathen King, + Who dost at the wide board sit, +Wilt thou give me thy daughter fair? + Return me an answer fit." + +"I have no daughter, I have no daughter, + No daughter but one have I; +And she so sorely longing + For a young swain doth lie. + +"For a young swain whom she has never seen + My daughter longing lies; +The swain he hight is Swaigder, + So far his fame it hies." + +In went the little serving boy, + Wore a kirtle white to see: +"If thou dost long for Swaigder, + Know that hither come is he." + +In then came the lovely maid, + In white silk clad was she: +"Now welcome, welcome my dearest heart, + Young Swaigder, welcome be!" + +"Wilt thou consent baptized to be, + And the Christian faith receive, +And follow me to Denmark + With young Swaigder to live?" + +"Willingly I baptized will be, + Will the Christian faith receive; +And will follow thee to Denmark, + Young Swaigder, with thee to live." + +On a Thursday she baptized was, + She the Christian faith received; +On a Sunday they their bridal held, + And ever in peace they lived. + +They kept their bridal feast for a day, + They kept the same for nine; +And there sat waiting the ancient man, + And through all of them did pine. + +Be thanks to brave young Swaigder, + He kept so well his word; +A Knight he made of that ancient man, + Set him highest at the board. + +Now joyful is young Swaigder, + His trouble all has fled; +He King became upon that land, + She Queen, when her sire was dead. + + + + +THE HAIL STORM {14} + + +As in Horunga haven +We fed the crow and raven, +I heard the tempest breaking +Of demon Thorgerd's waking; +Sent by the fiend in anger, +With din and stunning clangor; +To crush our might intended, +Gigantic hail descended. + +A pound the smallest pebble +Did weigh, and others treble; +It drifted, dealing slaughter, +And blood ran out like water, +Ran recking, red and horrid, +From battered cheek and forehead; +But, though so rudely greeted, +No Jornsberg man retreated. + +With anger ever sharper, +Thorgerda fierce, and Yrpr, +Shot lightning from each finger, +Which sped and did not linger. +Then sank our brave in numbers +To cold, eternal slumbers; +There lay the good and gallant, +Renowned for warlike talent. + +To bide the storm unable +Our chieftain hewed his cable, +And with his ship departed-- +We follow, broken-hearted; +For in Horunga haven +Our bravest feed the raven; +We did our best, but no men +Can stand 'gainst hail and foemen. + + + + +ROSMER MEREMAN {16} + + +In Denmark once a lady dwelt, + Hellelil the name she bore; +A castle new that lady built, + It shone all Denmark o'er. + +Her daughter dear was stolen away, + She sought for her far and near; +The more she sought the less she found, + To her great distress and care. + +She bid a noble ship be built, + Therein gilt masts did stand; +With valiant knights and courtmen bold + She caused it to be manned. + +Her sons she followed to the strand, + With many a fond caress; +For eight long years they sailed away, + Enduring much distress. + +For eight years had they sailed away, + So long they thought the tide, +When they sailed before a lofty hill, + And straight to land they hied. + +Then peeped the Damsel Swanelil + Forth from the mountain brow: +"O whence can be these stranger swains, + As guests that seek us now?" + +The youngest brother then replied, + So ready of speech was he: +"A widow's three poor sons we are, + So long we've sailed the sea. + +"Dame Hellelil our mother is, + We were born on Denmark's ground; +From us our sister stolen was, + And her we have yet not found." + +"If thou wert born on Danish ground, + And Dame Hellelil be thy mother +Then I thy beloved sister am + And thou art my youngest brother. + +"Now do thou hear, my youngest brother, + Why didst not at home remain? +If thou hadst a thousand thousand lives + Thou none of them couldst retain." + +She placed him in the smallest nook + She could in the house espy: +She bade him for sake of the highest God, + Neither to laugh nor cry. + +Rosmer came from the ocean home, + And straight he fell to bann: +"O I can smell by my right hand + That here is a Christian man." + +"A Bird with a dead man's shank in its mouth, + Chanced over our house to fly; +He cast it in, I cast it out, + And that full speedily." + +A noble meal she then prepared, + And she gave him many a kiss: +"O here is come my sister's son, + It would grieve me him to miss. + +"My sister's son is here arrived + From the land where I first drew breath; +Now give him, my lord, thy firm, firm oath, + Thou'lt do unto him no scathe." + +"If here has come thy sister's son + From the native land of both, +To do him ne'er any kind of hurt, + I swear by my highest oath." + +It was the lofty Rosmer King + To two serving swains did call: +"Bid ye proud Swanelil's sister's son + Attend me in the hall." + +It was Swanelil's sister's son, + Before Rosmer should appear; +His heart it fluttered, his body it shivered, + He stood in such mighty fear. + +Then took Rosmer her sister's son, + Placed him upon his knee; +He stroked him so tenderly on the face + That 'twas yellow and blue to see. + +Then answered proud Dame Swanelil: + "Thou forget'st, Sir Rosmer, mayhap, +Thou hast not fingers small enough + To stroke so little a chap." + +And he was there till the years were five, + Then he longed for his native land: +"Now cause, O sister Swanelil, + That I'm set on the yellow strand." + +It was proud Dame Swanelil + 'Fore Rosmer goes to stand; +"The swain so long has been by the sea, + That he sighs for his native land." + +"If the swain has been so long by the sea + That he sighs for his native land, +I will give him a chest of gold, + To be subject to his hand." + +"Wilt thou give him a chest of gold, + To be subject to his hand? +Hear thou now, my noble heart's dear, + Take him to his native land." + +It was proud Dame Swanelil, + So cunning a trick she played; +She took thereout the ruddy gold all, + And herself in the chest she laid. + +He took the man upon his back, + And the chest in his mouth he's ta'en; +And so he went the long, long way + Across the land and the main. + +"Now have I borne thee to thy land, + Thou seest both sun and moon; +I conjure thee by the highest God + Name Swanelil to none." + +Rosmer sprang into the sea amain, + The water splashed to the sky; +And when he came to the mountain home + No Swanelil could he spy, + +When he came to the mountain home + Gone was the belov'd of his heart; +He sprang so wild about the hill, + And changed to a flint rock swart. + +There was rejoicing in Hellelil's court, + They rejoiced in many a way; +Back to their friends her children are come, + Who had been so long away. + + + + +THE WICKED-STEPMOTHER + + +No. II. {23} + + +Sir Peter o'er to the island strayed-- + _All underneath a linden wide_. +He weds Mettelil, so fair a maid-- + _In such peril with her through the forest ride_. + +Bracelets of gold he given her hath, +That fills his mother's breast with wrath. + +"If thou wed a maid against my desire, +With her first babe she shall expire!" + +He weds her and home he her has ta'en, +To meet her his mother will not deign. + +When they together a year had dwelt, +Herself with child proud Mettelil felt. + +Out and in they Mettelil bear, +Death has to her approached so near. + +"Since neither live nor die I may, +Take me whence a maid ye brought me away." + +Thereto the Stepmother made reply, +She was tow'rds her disposed maliciously: + +"The horses graze upon the mead, +And the coach swains heavy they sleep in bed." + +Sir Peter he stood a little apart, +Mettelil has so grieved his heart. + +The coach to her country was turned in haste, +And the horses before it were quickly placed. + +And when they came to the verdant moor, +Her chariot broke into pieces four. + +"What mighty crime can I have done, +That my own coach 'neath me will not run?" + +Sir Peter at no great distance hied, +He was so near he all espied. + +"We forthwith will find a remedy, +Thou shalt ride and walk will I." + +"Each noble Dame will know how fit, +I am in this plight in the saddle to sit." + +Proud Mettelil came to her father's abode, +Her father abroad to receive her strode. + +"Welcome, Mettelil, daughter mine, +How speedest thou with that burden of thine?" + +"So speeding am I, such plight I am in, +That upon this earth no rest can I win." + +Little Kirsten a may was of goodness rife, +Dearly she loved her brother's wife. + +She to her brother was true of heart, +Of wax two babes she formed with art. + +She wrapt them up in the linen fair, +And took them beneath her cloak with care. + +She took them beneath her cloak with care, +And them to her mother she straightway bare. + +"My dearest mother, no longer grieve, +The babes of your son in your arms receive." + +"Has Mettelil forth these little sons brought? +Then my dark Runes have availed nought. + +"Air and earth I have spelled, save the spot alone, +The little spot, my chest stood upon. + +"Oh I enchanted have as wide +As she could either walk or ride. + +"I have enchanted both earth and wood, +Save the spot whereon my chest it stood." + +No sooner she the words had said, +Than proud Mettelil on the place was laid. + +And when she had come where stood the chest, +Straight of two sons was she released. + +That Sir Peter's mother so mortified, +Full quickly of rage and spite she died. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_ + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{14} This is a much later, and greatly improved, version of the ballad +which first appeared in _Romantic Ballads_, 1826, pp. 136-138, and +afterwards in _Targum_, 1835, pp. 42-43. + +{16} This ballad should be read in conjunction with _Rosmer_, printed in +_The Mermaid's Prophecy_, _and other Songs relating to Queen Dagmar_, +1913, pp. 25-30. + +{23} This ballad should be compared with _The Wicked Stepmother_, +printed in _The Dalby Bear and Other Ballads_, 1913, pp. 14-20. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29004.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29004.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..67358f9b400f42b772d4891c22311686e23b01c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29004.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1063 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS OF WORKS OF + +EMILE ZOLA + + +AN INDEX + + +Edited by David Widger + + +Emile Zola (1840-1902) + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete: Lourdes, Rome, Paris + +## Lourdes + +## Rome + +## Paris + +## Fruitfulness + +## A Zola Dictionary + +## Fete At Coqueville + +## His Masterpiece + +## The Downfall + +## The Fortune of the Rougons + +## The Fat and the Thin + +## Therese Raquin + +## L'Assommoir + +## The Dream + +## Nana and Others + +## Doctor Pascal + +## Abbe Mouret's Transgression + + + + +VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES + + +The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete +LOURDES + +PREFACE + +THE FIRST DAY + +I. PILGRIMS AND PATIENTS + +II. PIERRE AND MARIE + +III. POITIERS + +IV. MIRACLES + +V. BERNADETTE + +THE SECOND DAY + +I. THE TRAIN ARRIVES + +II. HOSPITAL AND GROTTO + +III. FOUNTAIN AND PISCINA + +IV. VERIFICATION + +V. BERNADETTE'S TRIALS + +THE THIRD DAY + +I. BED AND BOARD + +II. THE "ORDINARY." + +III. THE NIGHT PROCESSION + +IV. THE VIGIL + +V. THE TWO VICTIMS + +THE FOURTH DAY + +I. THE BITTERNESS OP DEATH + +II. THE SERVICE AT THE GROTTO + +III. MARIE'S CURE + +IV. TRIUMPH--DESPAIR + +V. CRADLE AND GRAVE + +THE FIFTH DAY + +I. EGOTISM AND LOVE + +II. PLEASANT HOURS + +III. DEPARTURE + +IV. MARIE'S VOW + +V. THE DEATH OP BERNADETTE--THE NEW RELIGION + + +ROME + +PREFACE + +PART I. + +I. + +II. + +III. + +PART II. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +PART III. + +VII. + +VIII. + +IX. + +PART IV. + +X. + +XI. + +XII. + +XIII. + +PART V. + +XIV. + +XV. + +XVI. + + +PARIS + +BOOK I. + +TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE + +I. THE PRIEST AND THE POOR + +II. WEALTH AND WORLDLINESS + +III. RANTERS AND RULERS + +IV. SOCIAL SIDELIGHTS + +V. FROM RELIGION TO ANARCHY + +BOOK II. + +I. REVOLUTIONISTS + +II. A HOME OF INDUSTRY + +III. PENURY AND TOIL + +IV. CULTURE AND HOPE + +V. PROBLEMS + +BOOK III. + +I. THE RIVALS + +II. SPIRIT AND FLESH + +III. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT + +IV. THE MAN HUNT + +V. THE GAME OF POLITICS + +BOOK IV. + +I. PIERRE AND MARIE + +II. TOWARDS LIFE + +III. THE DAWN OF LOVE + +IV. TRIAL AND SENTENCE + +V. SACRIFICE + +BOOK V. + +I. THE GUILLOTINE + +II. IN VANITY FAIR + +III. THE GOAL OF LABOUR + +IV. THE CRISIS + +V. LIFE'S WORK AND PROMISE + + + + +Lourdes +LOURDES + +PREFACE + +THE FIRST DAY + +I. PILGRIMS AND PATIENTS + +II. PIERRE AND MARIE + +III. POITIERS + +IV. MIRACLES + +V. BERNADETTE + +THE SECOND DAY + +I. THE TRAIN ARRIVES + +II. HOSPITAL AND GROTTO + +III. FOUNTAIN AND PISCINA + +IV. VERIFICATION + +V. BERNADETTE'S TRIALS + +THE THIRD DAY + +I. BED AND BOARD + +II. THE "ORDINARY." + +III. THE NIGHT PROCESSION + +IV. THE VIGIL + +V. THE TWO VICTIMS + +THE FOURTH DAY + +I. THE BITTERNESS OP DEATH + +II. THE SERVICE AT THE GROTTO + +III. MARIE'S CURE + +IV. TRIUMPH--DESPAIR + +V. CRADLE AND GRAVE + +THE FIFTH DAY + +I. EGOTISM AND LOVE + +II. PLEASANT HOURS + +III. DEPARTURE + +IV. MARIE'S VOW + +V. THE DEATH OP BERNADETTE--THE NEW RELIGION + + + + + + +Rome +ROME + +PREFACE + +PART I. + +I. + +II. + +III. + +PART II. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +PART III. + +VII. + +VIII. + +IX. + +PART IV. + +X. + +XI. + +XII. + +XIII. + +PART V. + +XIV. + +XV. + +XVI. + + + + + + +Paris +PARIS + +BOOK I. + +TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE + +I. THE PRIEST AND THE POOR + +II. WEALTH AND WORLDLINESS + +III. RANTERS AND RULERS + +IV. SOCIAL SIDELIGHTS + +V. FROM RELIGION TO ANARCHY + +BOOK II. + +I. REVOLUTIONISTS + +II. A HOME OF INDUSTRY + +III. PENURY AND TOIL + +IV. CULTURE AND HOPE + +V. PROBLEMS + +BOOK III. + +I. THE RIVALS + +II. SPIRIT AND FLESH + +III. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT + +IV. THE MAN HUNT + +V. THE GAME OF POLITICS + +BOOK IV. + +I. PIERRE AND MARIE + +II. TOWARDS LIFE + +III. THE DAWN OF LOVE + +IV. TRIAL AND SENTENCE + +V. SACRIFICE + +BOOK V. + +I. THE GUILLOTINE + +II. IN VANITY FAIR + +III. THE GOAL OF LABOUR + +IV. THE CRISIS + +V. LIFE'S WORK AND PROMISE + + + + +Fruitfulness + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + +XVIII + + +XIX + +XX + +XXI + +XXII + +XXIII + + + + + + +A Zola Dictionary + +PREFATORY NOTE + +INTRODUCTION + +THE ROUGON-MACQUART GENEALOGICAL TREE. + +SYNOPSES OF THE PLOTS OF THE ROUGON-MACQUART NOVELS + +THE ZOLA DICTIONARY +A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T V W Z + +ALPHABETICAL LIST OF PRINCIPAL SCENES + + + + +Fete At Coqueville + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + + + + +His Masterpiece +PREFACE + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + + + +The Downfall + +PART FIRST + +I. + +II. + +III. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +VII. + +VIII. + + + +PART SECOND + +I. + +II. + +III. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +VII. + +VIII. + + + +PART THIRD + +I. + +II. + +III. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +VII. + +VIII. + + + + + +The Fortune of the Rougons + +INTRODUCTION + +AUTHOR'S PREFACE + +THE FORTUNE OF THE ROUGONS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + + + + +The Fat and the Thin + +INTRODUCTION + +THE FAT AND THE THIN + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + + + + +Therese Raquin + +PREFACE + +THERESE RAQUIN + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + + + + +L'Assommoir + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + + + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII + + + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + + + + +The Dream + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + + + + + +Nana and Others + +NANA + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + + +THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + + + +CAPTAIN BURLE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + + +THE DEATH OF OLIVIER BECAILLE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + + + + +Doctor Pascal + +I. + +II. + +III. + +IV. + +V. + +VI. + +VII. + + +VIII. + +IX. + +X. + +XI. + +XII. + +XIII. + +XIV. + + + + +Abbe Mouret's Transgression +INTRODUCTION + +ABBE MOURET'S TRANSGRESSION + +BOOK I + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + + BOOK II + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + + BOOK III + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29123.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29123.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b4e8eb520e97449ee783b4b76b3b2822dcd82dd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29123.txt @@ -0,0 +1,456 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + [Picture: Manuscript of Ramund] + + + + + + THE + FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO + AND OTHER BALLADS + + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + + 1913 + + _Copyright in the United States of America_ + _by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_. + + + + +THE FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO +OR +THE QUEEN AND THE ALGREVE + + +The Algreve {7} he his bugle wound + _The long night all_-- +The Queen in bower heard the sound, + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +The Queen her little page address'd, + _The long night all_-- +"To come to me the Greve request," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +He came, before the board stood he, + _The long night all_-- +"Wherefore, O Queen, has sent for me?" + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"As soon as e'er my lord is dead, + _The long night all_-- +Thou shalt rule o'er my gold so red," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"O speak not, Queen, in such wild style, + _The long night all_-- +Thou know'st not who may list the while," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +She fondly thought alone they were, + _The long night all_-- +There stood the King, to all gave ear, + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +The King two serving men address'd, + _The long night all_-- +"To come to me the Queen request," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"Hear thou, my Queen, so fair and sleek, + _The long night all_-- +What with the Algreve didst thou speak?" + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"The speech that I with him did hold, + _The long night all_-- +Was all about thy actions bold," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"The King two servants did command, + _The long night all_-- +"Bid ye the Greve before me stand," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"Hear thou, my Greve, what with my Queen + _The long night all_-- +Didst thou discourse of yestere'en?" + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"The whole discourse that we did hold, + _The long night all_-- +Was of thy virtues manifold," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +The King his little page address'd, + _The long night all_-- +"To come to me the cook request," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"Thou cook, the Greve to pieces chop, + _The long night all_-- +And to thy Lady serve him up," + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +Long sat the Queen, the meat she eyed, + _The long night all_-- +"This is no Roe I'm satisfied, + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +"But 'tis the Greve our hall who grac'd." + _The long night all_-- +The pieces she collects in haste, + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +She wrapped them in white ermine skin, + _The long night all_-- +A gilded chest she placed them in. + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +She them collects, then wends her slow, + _The long night all_-- +Unto the fount of Maribo. + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +She dipped them in the water pure, + _The long night all_-- +"Rise, Christian man, I thee conjure!" + _I'm passion's thrall_. + +The man arose, and thanked his God, + _The long night all_-- +Then from the country forth he trod. + _I'm passion's thrall_. + + + + +RAMUND + + +Ramund thought he should a better man be + If better apparel arrayed him; +Of garments of leather, and hemp patch'd together, + The Queen then a present made him. +"These I will not wear," bold Ramund he said, + "They beseem me not fair," said Ramund the young. + +"Your garments of tow and leather bestow + On the cleaners of trencher and platter." +The Lady to give him fresh clothes was not slow, + And of sammet and silk were the latter. +"Yes, these will I wear," bold Ramund he said, + "They beseem me right fair," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund he into the shop now hies, + Where the best of all tailors was sitting: +"Now wilt thou, O tailor, so dext'rous and wise, + Make clothes for Ramund fitting?" +"And why should I not?" the tailor he said, + "Then thou'lt do well I wot," said Ramund the young. + +"Twice twenty-five ells for the breeches take, + Fifteen for the points of the breeches; +And them thou must strong and durable make + If thou therein settest stitches." +"These are too tight," bold Ramund he said, + "I can't stride out aright," said Ramund the young. + +Now Ramund his ships beside the shore + With everything needful prepareth; +And away, away, the salt ocean o'er + To the land of the Jutuns he beareth. +"We are come to this soil," bold Ramund he said, + "And withouten much toil," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund he wanders along the strand, + There seven tall Giants faced him: +"If I take Ramund in my left hand + I afar from the land will cast him." +"You'll not do that alone," bold Ramund he said, + "Ye must come every one," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund drew out his trusty glaive, + To which Dymling for name he had given; +And dead to the earth with seven blows brave + He hewed the Jotuns seven. +"There ye all seven lie," bold Ramund he said, + "And still living am I," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund walked on till the big Jutt he spied, + And to see him he sorely wonder'd; +For full fifty ells was his carcase wide, + And his height was nearly a hundred. +"What a breadth, what a height!" bold Ramund he said, + "Dost wish for a fight?" said Ramund the young. + +"Dear Ramund, if thou wilt let me live, + And to me no damage wilt proffer, +I'll bathe thee in wine, and to thee I will give + Seven bushels of gold from my coffer." +"Make 'em eight, if you will," bold Ramund he said, + "I will cut thee down still," said Ramund the young. + +The first, first day that together they fought + With their naked fists they contested; +Then Ramund he hold of the Jutt's beard caught + And the flesh from the teeth he wrested. +"Thou grinnest full evil, bold Ramund," he said, + "Thou look'st worse than the Devil," said Ramund the young. + +Next day they set to at the rise of the sun, + Again with a rage unexampled; +The huge stone mountain they stood upon + To the earth 'neath their feet was trampled. +"'Tis hard sport, I swear!" the giant he said, + "We began but this year," said Ramund the young. + +Then Ramund again to his sword recurred, + To which Dymling for name he had given; +And the head of the Jutt, which no ox could have stirred, + He hewed high unto the heaven. +"'Twould not cut well I thought," bold Ramund he said + "Yet it cut as it ought," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund he into the mountain strode, + Where the small trolds house were keeping; +The tears fast down their visages flow'd, + For Ramund they fell to weeping. +"Do ye weep for me," bold Ramund he said, + "I'll ne'er weep for ye," said Ramund the young. + +Now Ramund behold is dealing his blows + Like the Kemps most famed for fighting; +About and around in the cave he goes + To the earth the demons smiting. +"I rule here at my ease," bold Ramund he said, + "And can do what I please," said Ramund the young. + +On his ship entered he so vehemently + That it cracked his vehemence under; +In the ship the men all began loudly to bawl + And thought they should certainly founder. +"We shall not sink here," bold Ramund he said, + "So ye need not to fear," said Ramund the young. + +Now Ramund he straight seven ships did freight + With the gold which the Trolds had hoarded; +Then across the tide to the land he hied + O'er which the Emperor lorded. +"To this land we are come," bold Ramund he said, + "We no farther will roam," said Ramund the young. + +On the white sand Ramund his anchor flung, + The high prow strandward turning; +And the very first man to land that sprung + Was himself, with eagerness burning. +"Now do nothing more," bold Ramund he said, + "All labour give o'er," said Ramund the young. + +To the Ball-house he sped, where the kempions play'd + At ball with glee and vigour; +But at his coming all stood adread, + At the sight of so fierce a figure. +"Pretty sport is this same," bold Ramund he said, + "I'll make one in the game," said Ramund the young. + +With fear and dismay upon his brow + From a window the Emperor gazes: +"O who is that man in the yard below + That makes such horrible faces?" +"'Tis I, and with glee," bold Ramund he said, + "I'll do battle with thee," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund he struck on his sword amain, + The earth to its centre trembled; +The small birds swooned and fell on the plain, + On the bough that were singing assembled. +"Come down to me, knave," bold Ramund he said, + "Or by God I shall rave," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund he into the door now trode, + His face like a burning ember: +"Though iron and steel oppose my road + I'll penetrate to his chamber." +"Now be on thy guard," bold Ramund he said, + "I'm about to strike hard," said Ramund the young. + +On the door Ramund smote with an iron bar stout, + The castle was rent and parted; +'Neath that blow's power nod wall and tower, + From their place the windows started. +"You see I broke in," bold Ramund he said, + "Now at stake is thy skin," said Ramund the young. + +"Dear Ramund, dear Ramund, my life now spare, + And with benefits thee I'll cover; +I'll give thee my youngest daughter fair, + And the half of the land I rule over." +"Can take all any tide," bold Ramund he said, + "And thy daughter beside," said Ramund the young. + +Ramund then drew out Dymling his blade, + Of his valour the trusty assistant; +And he hewed at the Emperor so that his head + Flew fifteen furlongs distant. +"I thought 'twould not sever," bold Ramund he said, + "But the blood runs however," said Ramund the young. + + + + +ALF OF ODDERSKIER + + +Alf he dwells at Odderskier, + Is rich and bold withal; +Two stout and stalwart sons has he + Whom men do kempions call. + +Yes, two stout sons of mighty fame + Has Alf of Odderskier; +Of the king who dwells on Upsal fells + They love the daughter fair. + +It was youthful Helmer Kamp, + From stall his courser led; +"O I will hie me up the land + And the king's fair daughter wed." + +It was youthful Angelfyr + He sprang on his courser's back: +"And I will ride to Upsal too, + Though the earth beneath me crack." + +And when they entered the castle yard + They doffed their cloaks of skin; +Then straight they strode to the high, high hall, + To the monarch of Upsal in. + +In came youthful Helmer Kamp, + With grace and beauty rife: +"O King, thy daughter dear I love, + Wilt give her me for wife?" + +In came youthful Angelfyr, + His steely helmet shone: +"O King, give up thy daughter to me, + And straight from the land begone." + +Then answered soon the Upsal-King, + And a brave reply he gave: +"On my daughter I'll no husband force, + She'll choose whom she will have." + +"Now many thanks, dear father, that + Thou leav'st the choice to me; +I'll plight me to young Helmer Kamp, + He's like a man to see. + +"But I'll not have young Angelfyr, + He's an ugly Trold to view; +His father so is, his mother so is, + So are all his kindred too." + +Then answered the young Angelfyr, + So sorely wroth he grew: +"Come, brother, come to the court-yard down, + For her we will battle do." + +Then up and spake the Upsal King, + And the Upsal King did say: +"The swords are sharp, the swains are stark, + There'll be, I trow, good play." + +Alf he stands at Odderskier, + And he listens the mountains tow'rds; +Then must he hear so far, far off + The clash of his children's swords. + +And that heard Alf of Odderskier, + So far across the down: +"What have my sons now got in hand? + Why so wrathful are they grown?" + +He tarried then so short a space, + He sprang on his courser red; +And he arrived at Upsala + Before his sons lay dead. + +"Now tell me, youthful Helmer Kamp, + Tell me my dearest son, +Wherefore so free from thy flesh and bone + Those bloody rivers run?" + +Then answered the young Helmer Kamp, + As he writhed him round with pain; +This Angelfyr, my brother, has done + Since the maid he could not gain. + +I have full fifteen mortal wounds, + They are blent with poison all; +But if I had only one of them, + I dead full soon must fall." + +"Now list to me, young Angelfyr, + Beloved son of mine; +Say, wherefore trembles so the sword, + In that good hand of thine?" + +"Ask'st thou why trembles so the sword + In this right hand of mine? +Because I've eighteen mortal wounds, + And to hurt me they combine. + +"I have full eighteen mortal wounds, + And each so deadly sore; +If I had only one of them + I could not live an hour." + +It was Alf of Odderskier, + An oak by the root uptore; +It was the young Helmer Kamp + Whom dead he laid in gore. + +Now lie the valiant kempions two, + Within a single grave; +And the King to his daughter cannot give + The swain whom she will have. + +Sore sorrows Alf of Odderskier, + His valiant children slain. +Whilst Upsal's King may still at home + His daughter fair retain. + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + + _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_. + + + + +Footnote: + + +{7} A title of dignity, equivalent to that of Count. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29152.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29152.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..704c2978bb6e015f597451cf9886d690fe783c24 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29152.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + +FIFTY GLIMPSES + +OF + +WASHINGTON + +AND ITS NEIGHBORHOOD. + + * * * * * + +REPRODUCED FROM RECENT PHOTOGRAPHS. + + * * * * * + + CHICAGO AND NEW YORK: + RAND, McNALLY & CO., PUBLISHERS, + 1896. + + WOODWARD & LOTHROP, + 10th, 11th, AND F STREETS, + WASHINGTON, D. 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W.] + + +[Illustration: THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS--First, Second, B, and East +Capitol Streets, S. E.] + + +[Illustration: THE NAVAL MONUMENT. + +Pennsylvania Avenue near Western Entrance to Capitol Grounds.] + + +[Illustration: ARLINGTON HOUSE--Formerly the Home of General Robert E. +Lee.] + + +[Illustration: THE SHERIDAN GATE--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: THE McCLELLAN GATE--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN DEAD--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: TOMB OF GENERAL PHILIP H. SHERIDAN--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: THE TEMPLE OF FAME--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: THE AMPHITHEATER--Arlington.] + + +[Illustration: THE TOMB OF GEORGE WASHINGTON--Mount Vernon.] + + +[Illustration: GEORGE WASHINGTON'S MANSION--Mount Vernon.] + + +[Illustration: THE CABIN-JOHN BRIDGE--Length of Span, 220 feet; height, +57 feet.] + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + + Page + Albaugh's Opera House 18 + Amphitheater, Arlington 43 + Arlington House 40 + Baltimore Sun Building 32 + Bartholdi Fountain 17 + Blue Room, White House 23 + Botanical Garden 6 + British Legation 37 + Bureau of Engraving and Printing 3, 12 + Cabin-John Bridge 46 + Capitol, The 4, 5 + Capitol Vista from Soldiers' Home 7 + Chinese Legation 25 + Church of the Ascension 33 + Church of the Covenant 32 + Corcoran Gallery of Art 36 + Diplomatic Room, Department of State 14 + Dupont, Statue of Admiral Samuel Francis 29 + East Room, White House 22 + Farragut, Statue of Admiral David G. 27 + Garfield, Statue of James A. 7 + Henderson, Residence of Hon. J. B. 34 + House of Representatives, Hall of the 8 + Lafayette Memorial 28 + Leiter, Residence of L. Z. 35 + Library of Congress 39 + Mall, The 3, 24 + Marble Room, Capitol 10 + Marine Hospital Service and U. S. Coast Survey 37 + Masonic Temple 38 + Morton, Residence of Hon. Levi P. 36 + McClellan Gate, Arlington 41 + Naval Monument 39 + Naval Observatory 31 + Navy Department 15 + Pennsylvania Avenue 6, 13 + Pension Office 16 + Post Office Department 16 + Red Room, White House 22 + Roger's Bronze Door, Capitol 10 + Scott, Statue of Gen. Winfield 28 + Senate Chamber 9 + Sheridan Gate, Arlington 41 + Sheridan, Tomb of Gen. Philip H. 42 + Smithsonian Institution 17 + Soldiers' Home 30 + State Department 15, 18 + State Dining Room, White House 23 + Temple of Fame, Arlington 43 + Thomas Circle 26 + Thomas, Statue of Maj.-Gen. George H. 27 + Tomb of the Unknown Dead, Arlington 42 + Treasury Department 11, 18 + View from base of Washington Monument 18 + View looking West from the Capitol 6 + War Department 15, 18 + Washington Loan and Trust Co.'s Building 38 + Washington's Mansion, Mount Vernon 45 + Washington Monument 3, 6, 19 + Washington, Statue of George 29 + Washington, Tomb of George 44 + White House, The 18, 20, 21 + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Page 16, "Eight" changed to "Eighth" (Seventh, Eighth, E, and) + +Page 47, "Amphitheatre" changed to "Amphitheater" to match photo caption +(Amphitheatre, Arlington) + +Page 47, the numbers were cut off of the original image on the final +column of the Table of Contents. All but one of the numbers could be +ascertained by checking the original. The entry for the War Department +was unclear as it was clearly a single number, but the War Department +shows up on pages 15 and 18. These were both included in the Table of +Contents. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29210.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29210.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e7de09efee458b266c2e89e56a444c83834d95fd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29210.txt @@ -0,0 +1,582 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, KarenD, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + OUT + + _of the_ + + NORTH + + + [Illustration] + + + HOWARD V. SUTHERLAND + + + + +_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_ + + + IDYLLS OF GREECE _Series One_ + IDYLLS OF GREECE _Series Two_ + THE WOMAN WHO COULD + THE LEGEND OF LOVE + IDAS AND MARPESSA + + + + +_OUT OF THE NORTH_ + + + +[Illustration: JOAQUIN MILLER] + + + + _OUT OF THE + NORTH_ + + + _By_ + _Howard V. Sutherland_ + + + _With a Foreword by_ + _Joaquin Miller_ + + + [Illustration] + + + _New York_ + _Desmond FitzGerald, Inc._ + _Mcmxiii_ + + + _Copyright 1913 by_ + DESMOND FITZGERALD, INC. + + +_To_ FREDERICK H. RANDALL + + + + +_CONTENTS_ + + + Page + _Frontispiece, Joaquin Miller, Dawson, Y. T._ + _Foreword by Joaquin Miller_ + _The Northern Light_ 1 + _In Winter_ 2 + _Lyric_ 3 + _Dark Days_ 4 + _The Unanswerable_ 5 + _Vain Dreams_ 6 + _December_ 7 + _The Unassuageable_ 8 + _Father Judge S. F._ 9 + _The Light-o'-Love_ 10-11 + _Two Quests_ 12 + _The Return of the Sun_ 13 + _Klondyke Roses_ 14 + _A Song for the Return of Birds_ 15 + _The Forest Cotillion_ 16 + _The Spruces of the Forest_ 17 + _The Wild Lover_ 18 + _Homeward Bound_ 19 + _Approaching Night_ 20 + + + + +FOREWORD + + +Songs from a far-away world; a cry from another sphere. To those of +us who once experienced the still and pitiless cold, a cry terribly +suggestive of the horror-charged gloom, of the icy silence as +unbroken as that of unfathomable deeps, of the stern and +uncompromising individuality of a disturbed and vengeful North. + +Yet one is also reminded that, even in the Klondyke, in due season +the brooding spruces are awakened from slumber by the songs of +happy-throated songsters, that the melancholy of the forest is +brightened by gay flowers. The weight is then lifted from men's +hearts; singing is heard in the cabin, and the sound of laughter on +the trail. When the mighty Yukon is open to the Behring Sea, the far +North is in touch with the world and men are glad. + +But the Arctic summer is short-lived. The days of the bird and the +flower and the rippling creeks are numbered. Soon the sky turns grey, +the wind chants the sun's requiem, the snow falls; and then returns +the cold, the gloom, the feeling of isolation, the indescribable +terror. + +I heard these songs sung in the Arctic, the singer at my side--these +songs of nature, songs of hope, home, heart. They seem a part of my +life. I heard them as the cry of a lone bird in the vast silence of +eternal snows. + + JOAQUIN MILLER + THE HEIGHTS, CAL. + _Nov. 15th '99_ + + + + +_The Northern Light_ + + + Who drapes that mystic veil across that everbrooding sky? + Who hues it with a soul of pearl? Who draws it to and fro? + Who breathes upon it with the breath that makes it glow and die, + Lighting that crystal river, those mountains cowl'd with snow? + + + + +_In Winter_ + + + Beneath the snow the mosses sleep + Amid the forest's silence; + Above, the stately birches keep + Unbroken vigils. + + The spruce trees dream of summer hours + And birds that carrolled sweetly, + Of gentle winds and smiling flowers + That died too quickly. + + + + +_Lyric_ + + + Tell me, tell me, gentle stars, + Ever watchful, ever bright, + From your stations in the sky + Do you see my love to-night? + + White the snow beneath my feet, + Whiter far her holy breast; + Peaceful are the mighty woods, + But her eyes are soft with rest. + + Sweet the scent of spruce and pine, + Sweeter, though, her fragrant breath; + Tell her, tell her, gentle stars, + I am hers alone till death. + + + + +_Dark Days_ + + + The sun has left his throne, + The sky is leaden-hued; + The hopeless winds bemoan, + In icy aisles, their fate. + + All day the shadows press + About the forest's nuns, + That dream in loneliness + Their dreams of birds and spring. + + + + +_The Unanswerable_ + + + O sombre skies that ever mourn, + O silent skies so grey and stern, + Are ye the curtains of that bourne + Where we at last our fate must learn? + + Is it behind your gloomy veil + The Judge with Book of Judgment stands? + Where we must pass, with faces pale, + Awaiting judgment at His hands? + + O sombre skies that frown all day + Upon us hopeless, hapless men, + When Death shall beckon us away + What happens then? What happens then? + + + + +_Vain Dreams_ + + + The trees, my sisters, robed in white, + Now dream of spring; + Of sun-lit day and fragrant night, + Of birds that sing. + + They little think that I can tell + About their pain; + They do not know I dream as well + A dream most vain. + + + + +_December_ + + + Beneath a shroud of unpolluted white, + The frozen hills lie silent and asleep; + And moveless spruce and ghostly birches keep + Their silent vigils through the endless night. + The frozen creeks, long voiceless, partly veiled + 'Neath drifting snow, dream fondly of the trees; + Within the woods no bird's song and no breeze + Make wondrous music when the skies have paled. + The kingly sun ne'er sends his laughing rays + To wake the hills and warm the trees and streams; + His face is hid, and hid are now the beams + That woke the world on long-dead summer days. + The patient moon with all her silent train + Of maiden stars patrols the roads on high, + And watches well all things that sleeping lie + Till Spring's first song shall waken them again. + The white world sleeps, and all is very still, + Except when rises on the frosted air + From out its chilly and forbidding lair + A lone wolf's howl, long-drawn and terrible. + + + + +_The Unassuageable_ + + + I sometimes hear among the snow-clad trees + The lone wind chanting solemn symphonies. + + I sometimes smell, while yet the woods are bare, + The breath of unborn blossoms in the air. + + I am at times aware of gentle sighs + There where the creek, ice-fettered, dreaming lies. + + I sometimes witness when the air is still + Unearthly splendors on the white-robed hill. + + I sometimes read in flashing stars at night + Mysterious promises of future light. + + But what can make a spirit's anguish less, + Or ease a heart's eternal loneliness? + + + + +_Father Judge, S. F._ + + + Here was a man, a humble minister + Beloved of all in northern latitudes + Who knew the value of the kingly heart + That beat beneath his worn and priestly coat. + + A soldier he, who ne'er forsook his post; + Whose actions were more numerous than words; + His soul was God's; his heart and body man's-- + Nothing his own except our gratitude. + + Worn e'er his time by hardship none may know + Who shirked the bitter schooling of the North, + He passed away, and now forever stands + As close to God as gentle Damien. + + + + +_The Light-o'-Love_ + + + The dogs were whining; they sensed too well + The load upon the sled; + The rough-hewn box with the light-o'-love-- + A girl, 'twas said. + + A week ago, at the Palace Bar, + She sang the songs of France; + But many a heart is lead the while + The feet must dance. + + Kisses she gave and kisses she took, + Sinned for her daily bread; + But all we knew as we eyed the box + Was: she was dead. + + We placed upon it (How much it hurt + Only the good God knows!) + A gaud she had worn in her dusky hair-- + A paper rose. + + A crumpled thing that seemed beautiful + To lonely, broken men, + Hinting of fairer flowers and things + Beyond our ken. + + We thought of her as we closed her door + As somebody's little child; + As somebody's darling, lost, long lost, + But undefiled. + + * * * * * + + The grey above us, the white beneath; + Chill silence everywhere; + Yet deep in our hearts we knew that God + Was also there. + + We knew, far better than others know + Whose ways are bright and glad, + His judgments are very merciful + On good and bad. + + Our little sister was now at peace. + The snow began to fall. + The flakes soon hid that gift of ours + Beneath their pall. + + Under the white, white flakes the rose, + Crumpled, tawdry and red; + Hinting the pity which all men need + When they are dead. + + * * * * * + + The dogs still whined as they dragged the sled + To where the spruces dream; + And there we left her, a wayward child, + At rest in Him. + + + + +_Two Quests_ + + + Every day I watch men go + Up the trail + Seeking gold. It is a show + Worth the watching; much I know + About the game. + + In the dead of night they creep + Past my door; + But I hear them in my sleep, + And I pity. Very steep + The road to Fame. + + + + +_The Return of the Sun_ + + + Winter is passing. The inconstant sun-- + Neglectful lover, therefore doubly dear-- + Kisses the stern, white faces of the hills, + Melting their hearts to tenderness again; + Kisses the earth, still shiv'ring 'neath its shroud, + And whispers it of blossoms to be born. + Kisses the boughs and lures the fresh young leaves, + Spring's verdant heralds, from their hiding place; + Kisses the trees and tells them of bright birds + Seeking new homes for merry families. + + Winter is passing. The inconstant sun-- + Neglectful lover, therefore doubly dear-- + Enters the hearts of long despondent men, + Bidding them smile and be consoled again; + Enters their souls and whispers them of God, + Of distant homes and friends that pray for them; + Enters our cabins and dispels the gloom + Of soundless days and never-ending nights; + Enters our eyes and bids us rise and see + Winter's interment, mourn'd by laughing Spring. + + + + +_Klondyke Roses_ + + + When melts at last the lingering snow + In sunny days of May or June, + Amid the velvet mosses grow + Shy roses, fragrant-smelling. + A fated sisterhood is theirs, + They sigh their souls out wistfully; + No bee makes love to them or hears + Their tender love a-telling. + + They dream, perhaps, of distant lands, + (O lands, that seem as far-off spheres;) + Of love-lit eyes and tender hands + That pluck far happier roses. + But while they dream the days pass by + And August comes with ebon nights, + And sombre is September's sky-- + And then their sad life closes. + + + + +_A Song for the Return of Birds_ + + + Haste, little songsters, and return + To your nests in the silent wood; + The birches are lonely and they yearn + For your twittering brotherhood. + The leaves are green on the wakened trees + And the snow has left the moss; + The sighing breeze + With its symphonies + Suggests our greatest loss-- + Haste, little birds, haste home! + + Haste little songsters, for the Spring + Has come with her laughing train + Of radiant blossoms; and now the King + Is here, and the pattering rain. + The nights are warm and the days are long, + There is no more ice or frost; + And oh! we long + For a songbird's song, + For a music the woods have lost-- + Haste, little birds, haste home! + + + + +_The Forest Cotillion_ + + + When the wind is joyous-hearted it stirs the graceful spruces, + And they nod at one another and toss their arms in abandon; + Then they sway their supple bodies in wonderful undulations, + Keeping a perfect time with the wind's mysterious music. + + Then the watchmen of the forest, the solemn and silent birches, + Bend stiffly their stately heads, saluting their laughing sisters; + And the alders wake from slumber, and the willows grieve no longer + When the wild wind woos the stream and sets the trees a-dancing. + + + + +_The Spruces of the Forest_ + + + Unhappy trees, beneath whose graceful branches + No lovers walk, no children ever play; + Who never hear the sound of girlish laughter, + But pass in gloom your silent lives away; + I wonder if ye heed me as I press + My heart to yours in utter loneliness. + + I wonder if ye see me as I wander + Along the trail no feet but mine e'er tread; + I wonder if ye hear me when I murmur + The name of one who might as well be dead + So far away, so very far is she-- + I wonder if ye heed and pity me? + + + + +_The Wild Lover_ + + + Sway your lithe arms, ye graceful trees, + The wind is out a-wooing! + Ye may be many, yet he sees + A way to your undoing. + + Ye need not fear, + Though birds may hear + Your whispers or your sighs; + Or tell the night + Of your delight-- + Nay, Nay, the birds are wise. + + Your vestiture of maiden green + Doth very well adorn ye; + The wind will deem each one a queen, + And woo. He dare not scorn ye! + + + + + + +_Homeward Bound_ + + + I have ventured on many a journey, + By land and sea; + And whether success or failure + Was granted me, + It mattered but very little-- + It is good to be Homeward Bound. + + When thou bravest the final voyage, + And thou must steer + Across the mysterious ocean, + Friend, have no fear; + There is only one port for the sailors + When once they are Homeward Bound! + + + + +_Approaching Night_ + + + The lower'd skies are grey; the trees are bare. + A week ago they gleam'd in splendid rows + Of gold and crimson; now in gaunt despair + They stand like ghosts above new-fallen snows. + + The world seems even greyer than the skies. + 'Twas yesterday the homeward-honking geese + Fled as from death. They know too well what lies + Behind this sinister, foreboding peace! + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Out of the North, by Howard V. Sutherland + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29250.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29250.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..419a410616e81e0d71cb5539610100083f773c6e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29250.txt @@ -0,0 +1,969 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE COMPLETE PROJECT GUTENBERG + +HISTORIC COURT MEMOIRS OF FRANCE + +AN INDEX + +Various Authors + +Edited by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + + +BOOKS + +## MEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOIS QUEEN OF NAVARRE + +## MEMOIRS OF JEAN FRANCOIS PAUL de GONDI, CARDINAL DE RETZ + +## MEMOIRS OF MADAME LA MARQUISE DE MONTESPAN + +## MEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF LOUIS XIV.AND OF THE REGENCY, +By the Duchess D'Orleans + +## MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV AND HIS COURT AND OF THE REGENCY, +By the Duke of Saint-Simon + +## MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XV. AND XVI., +By Madame du Hausett, Princess Lamballe, and an Unknown English Girl + +## MEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF MARIE ANTOINETTE, QUEEN OF FRANCE, +By Madam Camapn + +## MEMOIRS COURT OF ST. CLOUD, +By Lewis Goldsmith + +## MEMOIRS OF COUNT GRAMMONT, +By Anthony Hamilton + + + + + +CHAPTERS and ILLUSTRATIONS + +MEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOIS QUEEN OF NAVARRE + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + + +Marguerite de Valois--Etching by Mercier + +Bussi d' Amboise--Painting in the Versailles Gallery + +Duc de Guise--Painting in the Versailles Gallery + +Catherine de' Medici--Original Etching by Mercier + +Henri VI. and La Fosseuse--Painting by A. P. E. Morton + +A Scene at Henri's Court--Original Photogravure + +LETTERS +LETTER I. + +Introduction.--Anecdotes of Marguerite's Infancy.--Endeavours Used to +Convert Her to the New Religion.--She Is Confirmed in Catholicism.--The +Court on a Progress.--A Grand Festivity Suddenly Interrupted.--The +Confusion in Consequence. + + + +LETTER II. + +Message from the Duc d'Anjou, Afterwards Henri III., to King Charles His +Brother and the Queen-mother.--Her Fondness for Her Children.--Their +Interview.--Anjou's Eloquent Harangue.--The Queen-mother's Character. +Discourse of the Duc d'Anjou with Marguerite.--She Discovers Her Own +Importance.--Engages to Serve Her Brother Anjou.--Is in High Favour with +the Queenmother. + + + +LETTER III. + +Le Guast.--His Character.--Anjou Affects to Be Jealous of the +Guises.--Dissuades the Queen-mother from Reposing Confidence in +Marguerite.--She Loses the Favour of the Queen-mother and Falls +Sick.--Anjou's Hypocrisy.--He Introduces De Guise into Marguerite's Sick +Chamber.--Marguerite Demanded in Marriage by the King of Portugal.--Made +Uneasy on That Account.--Contrives to Relieve Herself.--The Match with +Portugal Broken off. + + + +LETTER IV. + +Death of the Queen of Navarre--Marguerite's Marriage with Her Son, the +King of Navarre, Afterwards Henri IV. of France.--The Preparations for +That Solemnisation Described.--The Circumstances Which Led to the +Massacre of the Huguenots on St. Bartholomew's Day. + + + +LETTER V. + +The Massacre of St. Bartholomew's Day. + + + +LETTER VI. + +Henri, Duc d'Anjou, Elected King of Poland, Leaves France.--Huguenot +Plots to Withdraw the Duc d'Alencon and the King of Navarre from +Court.--Discovered and Defeated by Marguerite's Vigilance.--She Draws Up +an Eloquent Defence, Which Her Husband Delivers before a Committee from +the Court of Parliament.--Alencon and Her Husband, under a Close Arrest, +Regain Their Liberty by the Death of Charles IX. + + + +LETTER VII. + +Accession of Henri III.--A Journey to Lyons.--Marguerite's Faith in +Supernatural Intelligence. + + + +LETTER VIII. + +What Happened at Lyons. + + + +LETTER IX. + +Fresh Intrigues.--Marriage of Henri III.--Bussi Arrives at Court and +Narrowly Escapes Assassination. + + + +LETTER X. + +Bussi Is Sent from Court.--Marguerite's Husband Attacked with a Fit of +Epilepsy.--Her Great Care of Him.--Torigni Dismissed from Marguerite's +Service.--The King of Navarre and the Duc d'Alencon Secretly Leave the +Court. + + + +LETTER XI. + +Queen Marguerite under Arrest.--Attempt on Torigni's Life.--Her Fortunate +Deliverance. + + + +LETTER XII. + +The Peace of Sens betwixt Henri III. and the Huguenots. + + + +LETTER XIII. + +The League.--War Declared against the Huguenots.--Queen Marguerite Sets +out for Spa. + + + +LETTER XIV. + +Description of Queen Marguerite's Equipage.--Her Journey to Liege +Described.--She Enters with Success upon Her Mission.--Striking Instance +of Maternal Duty and Affection in a Great Lady.--Disasters near the Close +of the Journey. + + + +LETTER XV. + +The City of Liege Described.--Affecting Story of Mademoiselle de +Tournon.--Fatal Effects of Suppressed Anguish of Mind. + + + +LETTER XVI. + +Queen Marguerite, on Her Return from Liege, Is in Danger of Being Made a +Prisoner.--She Arrives, after Some Narrow Escapes, at La Fere. + + + +LETTER XVII. + +Good Effects of Queen Marguerite's Negotiations in Flanders.--She Obtains +Leave to Go to the King of Navarre Her Husband, but Her Journey Is +Delayed.--Court Intrigues and Plots.--The Duc d'Alencon Again Put under +Arrest. + + + +LETTER XVIII. + +The Brothers Reconciled.--Alencon Restored to His Liberty. + + + +LETTER XIX. + +The Duc d'Alencon Makes His Escape from Court.--Queen Marguerite's +Fidelity Put to a Severe Trial. + + + +LETTER XX. + +Queen Marguerite Permitted to Go to the King Her Husband.--Is Accompanied +by the Queenmother.--Marguerite Insulted by Her Husband's Secretary.--She +Harbours Jealousy.--Her Attention to the King Her Husband during an +Indisposition.--Their Reconciliation.--The War Breaks Out Afresh.--Affront +Received from Marechal de Biron. + + + +LETTER XXI. + +Situation of Affairs in Flanders.--Peace Brought About by Duc d'Alencon's +Negotiation.--Marechal de Biron Apologises for Firing on Nerac.--Henri +Desperately in Love with Fosseuse.--Queen Marguerite Discovers Fosseuse +to Be Pregnant, Which She Denies.--Fosseuse in Labour. Marguerite's +Generous Behaviour to Her.--Marguerite's Return to Paris. + + + + +MEMOIRS OF JEAN FRANCOIS PAUL de GONDI, CARDINAL DE RETZ + +BOOKS + +BOOK I. + +BOOK II. + +BOOK III. + +BOOK IV. + +BOOK V. + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + +Cardinal de Retz----Photogravure from an Old Painting + +Turenne----Photogravure from an Old Painting + +Richelieu----Engraving by Lubin + +Anne of Austria----Original Etching by Mercier + +Louis XIII----Painting in the Louvre + +Conde'----Painting in Versailles Gallery + + + +MEMOIRS OF MADAME LA MARQUISE DE MONTESPAN + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Madame de Montespan----Etching by Mercier + +Hortense Mancini----Drawing in the Louvre + +Madame de la Valliere----Painting by Francois + +Moliere----Original Etching by Lalauze + +Boileau----Etching by Lalauze + +A French Courtier----Photogravure from a Painting + +Madame de Maintenon----Etching by Mercier from Painting by Hule + +Charles II.----Original Etching by Ben Damman + +Bosseut----Etching by Lalauze + +Louis XIV. Knighting a Subject----Photogravure from a Rare Print + +A French Actress----Painting by Leon Comerre + +Racine----Etching by Lalauze + + + + + +MEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF LOUIS XIV.AND OF THE REGENCY, +By the Duchess D'Orleans + +BOOK 1. + +PREFACE. + +SECTION I. + +SECTION II.--LOUIS XIV. + +SECTION III.--MADEMOISELLE DE FONTANGE. + +SECTION IV.-MADAME DE LA VALLIERE. + +SECTION V.--MADAME DE MONTESPAN + +SECTION VI.--MADAME DE MAINTENON. + +SECTION VII.--THE QUEEN--CONSORT OF LOUIS XIV. + + + +BOOK 2. + + +SECTION VIII.--PHILIPPE I., DUC D'ORLEANS. + +SECTION IX.--PHILIPPE II., DUC D' ORLEANS, REGENT OF FRANCE. + +SECTION X.--THE AFFAIRS OF THE REGENCY. + +SECTION XI.--THE DUCHESSE D'ORLEANS, WIFE OF THE REGENT. + +SECTION XII.--MARIE-ANNE CHRISTINE VICTOIRE OF BAVARIA, THE FIRST +DAUPHINE. + +SECTION XIII.--ADELAIDE OF SAVOY, THE SECOND DAUPHINE. + +SECTION XIV.--THE FIRST DAUPHIN. + +SECTION XV.--THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY, THE SECOND DAUPHIN. + +SECTION XVI.--PETITE MADAME. + + + +BOOK 3. + + +SECTION XVII.--HENRIETTA OF ENGLAND, THE FIRST WIFE OF MONSIEUR, BROTHER +OF LOUIS XIV. + +SECTION XVIII.--THE DUC DE BERRI. + +SECTION XIX.--THE DUCHESSE DE BERRI. + +SECTION XX.--MADEMOISELLE D'ORLEANS, LOUISE-ADELAIDE DE CHARTRES. + +SECTION XXI.--MADEMOISELLE DE VALOIS, CHARLOTTE-AGLAE, CONSORT OF THE +PRINCE OF MODENA. + +SECTION XXII.--THE ILLEGITIMATE CHILDREN OF THE REGENT, DUC D'ORLEANS. + +SECTION XXIII.--THE CHEVALIER DE LORRAINE. + +SECTION XXIV.--PHILIP V., KING OF SPAIN. + +SECTION XXV.--THE DUCHESSE LOUISE-FRANCISQUE, CONSORT OF LOUIS III., DUC +DE BOURBON. + +SECTION XXVI.--THE YOUNGER DUCHESS. + +SECTION XXVII.--LOUIS III., DUC DE BOURBON. + +SECTION XXVIII.--FRANCOIS-LOUIS, PRINCE DE CONTI. + +SECTION XXIX.--THE GREAT PRINCESSE DE CONTI, DAUGHTER OF LA VALLIERE. + +SECTION XXX.--THE PRINCESS PALATINE, MARIE-THERESE DE BOURBON, WIFE OF +FRANCOIS-LOUIS, + +SECTION XXXI.--LOUISE-ELIZABETH, PRINCESSE DE CONTI, CONSORT OF LOUIE- +ARMAND DE CONTI. + +SECTION XXXII.--LOUIE-ARMAND, PRINCE DE CONTI. + +SECTION XXXIII.--THE ABBE DUBOIS. + +SECTION XXXIV.--MR. LAW. + + + +BOOK 4. + + +SECTION XXXV.--VICTOR AMADEUS, KING OF SICILY. + +SECTION XXXVI.--THE GRAND DUCHESS, WIFE OF COSMO II. OF FLORENCE. + +SECTION XXXVII.--THE DUCHESSE DE LORRAINE, ELIZABETH-CHARLOTTE PHILIPPINE +D'ORLEANS, CONSORT OF LEOPOLD JOSEPH-CHARLES DE LORRAINE. + +SECTION XXXVIII.--THE DUC DU MAINE, LOUIS-AUGUSTUS. + +SECTION XXXIX.--THE DUCHESSE DU MAINE, LOUISE-BENOITE, DAUGHTER OF HENRI- +JULES DE CONDE. + +SECTION XL.--LOUVOIS + +SECTION XLI.--LOUIS XV. + +SECTION XLII.--ANECDOTES AND HISTORICAL PARTICULARS RELATING TO VARIOUS +PERSONS. + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + +Bookcover + +Titlepage + +Duchesse D'orleans and Her Children + +Louis XIV. + +The Regent and his Mother + +Princesse de Conti + +Overturn Here, You Blockhead + +Duchesse Du Maine + + + + + +MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV AND HIS COURT AND OF THE REGENCY, +By the Duke of Saint-Simon + + +INTRODUCTION + + +VOLUME 1. + + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + + + +VOLUME 2. + + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + + + +VOLUME 3. + + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + + + +VOLUME 4. + + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + + + +VOLUME 5. + + +CHAPTER XXXIII + +CHAPTER XXXIV + +CHAPTER XXXV + +CHAPTER XXXVI + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +CHAPTER XXXVIII + + + + + + +VOLUME 6. + + +CHAPTER XXXIX + +CHAPTER XL + +CHAPTER XLI + +CHAPTER XLII + +CHAPTER XLIII + +CHAPTER XLIV. + +CHAPTER XLV + +CHAPTER XLVI. + + + +VOLUME 7. + + +CHAPTER XLVII + +CHAPTER XLVIII. + +CHAPTER XLIX + +CHAPTER L + +CHAPTER LI + +CHAPTER LII + +CHAPTER LIII + +CHAPTER LIV + + + +VOLUME 8. + + +CHAPTER LV + +CHAPTER LVI + +CHAPTER LVII + +CHAPTER LVIII + +CHAPTER LIX + +CHAPTER LX + + + +VOLUME 9. + + +CHAPTER LXI + +CHAPTER LXII. + +CHAPTER LXIII + +CHAPTER LXIV + +CHAPTER LXV + +CHAPTER LVI + +CHAPTER LXVII. + +CHAPTER LXVIII + +CHAPTER LXIX + + + +VOLUME 10. + + +CHAPTER LXX + +CHAPTER LXXI + +CHAPTER LXXII + +CHAPTER LXXIII + +CHAPTER LXXIV + +CHAPTER LXXV + +CHAPTER LXXVI + +CHAPTER LXXVII + + + + + + +VOLUME 11. + + +CHAPTER LXXVIII + +CHAPTER LXXIX + +CHAPTER LXXX + +CHAPTER LXXXI + +CHAPTER LXXXII + +CHAPTER LXXXIII + +CHAPTER LXXXIV + +CHAPTER LXXXV + +CHAPTER LXXXVI + +CHAPTER LXXXVII + + + +VOLUME 12. + + +CHAPTER LXXXVIII + +CHAPTER LXXXIX + +CHAPTER XC + +CHAPTER XCI + +CHAPTER XCII + +CHAPTER XCIII + +CHAPTER XCIV. + +CHAPTER XCV + +CHAPTER XCVI + + + +VOLUME 13. + + +CHAPTER XCVII + +CHAPTER XCVII. + +CHAPTER XCIX + +CHAPTER C + +CHAPTER CI + +CHAPTER CII + +CHAPTER CIII + +CHAPTER CIV + + + +VOLUME 14 + + +CHAPTER CV + +CHAPTER CVI + +CHAPTER CVII + +CHAPTER CVIII + +CHAPTER CIX + +CHAPTER CX + +CHAPTER CXI. + +CHAPTER CXII + + + +VOLUME 15. + + +CHAPTER CXIII + +CHAPTER CXIV + +CHAPTER CXV + +CHAPTER CXVI + +CHAPTER CXVII + +CHAPTER CXVIII + +CHAPTER CXIX + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + +Madame Maintenon in Conferance--painted by Sir John Gilbert + +After the Battle of Blenheim--painted by R. Canton Woodville + +Marlborough at Ramillies--painted by R. Canton Woodville + +The King's Walk at Versailles--painted by J. L. Jerome + +Marlborough at Malplaquet--painted by R. Canton Woodville + +The Edict of Nantes--painted by Jules Girardet + +Search of the Spanish Ambassador--painted by Maurice Leloir + +Mississippi Colonization--painted by C. E. Delort + +Jacobites Drinking to the Pretender--painted by F. Willems + + + + + +MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XV. AND XVI., +By Madame du Hausett, Princess Lamballe, +and an Unknown English Girl + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Louis the Fifteenth + +"It Was an Indigestion + +Madame du Hausset + +Madame de Pompadour + +Madame Adelaide + +Madame Sophie + +Madame Elizabeth + +Mirabeau and the Queen + +Princess de Lamballe + +Marie Antoinette in the Temple + +Interviewing Little Louis + +Marie Antoinette to the Guillotine + + + + + +MEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF MARIE ANTOINETTE, QUEEN OF FRANCE, +By Madam Camapn + + + +Book I. + +Book II. + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +Duchesse du Barry + +Princesse de Lamballe + +The Parisian Bonne + +Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette + +Beaumarchais + +The Reveille + +Madame Adelaide as Diana + +The Bastille + +Opening of The States General + +Louis XVI. + +Marie Antoinette on the way to the Guillotine + +Madame Campan + + + + + +MEMOIRS COURT OF ST. CLOUD, +By Lewis Goldsmith + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS + +At Cardinal Caprara's + +Cardinal Fesch + +Episode at Mme. Miot's + +Napoleon's Guard + +A Grand Dinner + +Chaptal + +Turreaux + +Carrier + +Barrere + +Cambaceres + +Pauline Bonaparte + + + + + +MEMOIRS OF COUNT GRAMMONT, +By Anthony Hamilton + +BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF ANTHONY HAMILTON. + +CHAPTER FIRST. INTRODUCTION + +CHAPTER SECOND. ARRIVAL OF THE CHEVALIER GRAMMONT AT THE SIEGE OF TRINO, +AND THE LIFE HE LED THERE + +CHAPTER THIRD. EDUCATION AND ADVENTURES OF THE CHEVALIER GRAMMONT BEFORE +HIS COMING TO THE SIEGE OF TRINO + +CHAPTER FOURTH. HIS ARRIVAL AT THE COURT OF TURIN, AND HOW HE SPENT HIS +TIME THERE + +CHAPTER FIFTH. HE RETURNS TO THE COURT OF FRANCE--HIS ADVENTURES AT THE +SIEGE OF ARRAS--HIS REPLY TO CARDINAL MAZARIN--HE IS BANISHED THE COURT + +CHAPTER SIXTH. HIS ARRIVAL AT THE ENGLISH COURT--THE VARIOUS PERSONAGES +OF THIS COURT + +CHAPTER SEVENTH. HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH MISS HAMILTON--VARIOUS ADVENTURES +AT THE BALL IN THE QUEEN'S DRAWING-ROOM--CURIOUS VOYAGE OF HIS VALET-DE- +CHAMBRE TO AND FROM PARIS + +CHAPTER EIGHTH. FUNNY ADVENTURE OF THE CHAPLAIN POUSSATIN--THE STORY OF +THE SIEGE OF LERIDA--MARRIAGE OF THE DUKE OF YORK, AND OTHER DETAILS +ABOUT THE ENGLISH COURT + +CHAPTER NINTH. VARIOUS LOVE INTRIGUES AT THE ENGLISH COURT + +CHAPTER TENTH. OTHER LOVE INTRIGUES AT THE ENGLISH COURT + +CHAPTER ELEVENTH. RETURN OF THE CHEVALIER GRAMMONT TO FRANCE--HE IS SENT +BACK TO ENGLAND--VARIOUS LOVE INTRIGUES AT THIS COURT, AND MARRIAGE OF +MOST OF THE HEROES OF THESE MEMOIRS + + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Historic Court Memoirs of France, by Various + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29381.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29381.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f2361897ec76be185453adbbfb017e95542c237 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29381.txt @@ -0,0 +1,762 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE WORKS OF + +CHARLES JAMES LEVER + +(1806-1872) +An Index + +Edited by David Widger + +Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +BOOKS + +Click on the ## before each title to go directly to a +linked index of the detailed chapters and illustrations + + + +BOOKS + +## The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete + +## Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 1 (of 2) + +## Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 2 (of 2) + +## Lord Kilgobbin + +## Cornelius O'Dowd Upon Men And Women And Other Things In General + + + +CHAPTERS and ILLUSTRATIONS +The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, +Complete + + Volume I. Chapters I. to X. + Volume II. Chapters XI. to XVII. + Volume III. Chapters XVIII. to XXIII. + Volume IV. Chapters XXIV. to XXVIII. + Volume V. Chapters XXIX. to XLI. + Volume VI. Chapters XLII. to LV. + + + + + + + +PLATES + +A click on any plates in this series will show the engraving in black and white detail. + +1. The Inn at Munich +2. Lorrequer on Parade +3. Nicholas Announcing Miss Betty O'Dowd's Carriage +4. The Sentry Challenging Father Luke and the Abbe +5. The Supper at Father Malachi's +6. Mrs. Mulrooney and Sir Stewart Moore +7. Lorrequer Making His Escape From Col. Kamworth's +8. Mr. Cudmore Filling the Teapot +9. Dr. Finucane and the Grey Mare +10. Lorrequer Practising Physic +11. Mr. Burke's Enthusiasm for the Duke of Wellington +12. The Passport Office +13. Lorrequer as Postillion +14. Mr. O'Leary Creating a Sensation at the Salon des Etranges +15. Trevanion Astonishing the Bully Gendemar +16. Mr. O'Leary Charges the Mob +17. Mr. O'Leary Imagines Himself Kilt +18. Harry Proves Himself a Man of Metal +19. Mr. O'Leary's Double Capture +20. Mr. Malone and Friend +21. Lorrequer's Debut at Strasburg + + + "We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps-- + Long twenty-fours--short culverins and mortars-- +Condemn'd the 'Horse Guards' for a set of raps, + And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. +Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; + Some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the Solway; +And some did pray--who never prayed before-- + That they might get the 'route' for Cork or Galway." + + + + +Charles O'Malley, +The Irish Dragoon, +Volume 1 (of 2) + + + A WORD OF EXPLANATION. + +PREFACE + +CHARLES O'MALLEY. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +CHAPTER XXV. + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +CHAPTER XXX. + +CHAPTER XXXI. + + +CHAPTER XXXII + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIX + +CHAPTER XL + +CHAPTER XLI. + +CHAPTER XLII. + +CHAPTER XXLIII. + +CHAPTER XLIV. + +CHAPTER XLV. + +CHAPTER XLVI. + +CHAPTER XLVII. + +CHAPTER XLVIII. + +CHAPTER XLIX. + +CHAPTER L. + +CHAPTER LI. + +CHAPTER LII. + +CHAPTER LIII. + +CHAPTER LIV. + +CHAPTER LV. + +CHAPTER LVI. + +CHAPTER LVII. + +CHAPTER LVIII. + +CHAPTER LXIX. + +CHAPTER LX. + +CHAPTER LXI. + +CHAPTER LXII. + +CHAPTER LXIII. + +CHAPTER LXIV. + +CHAPTER LXV. + +CHAPTER LXVI. + +CHAPTER LXVII. + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + + The Sunk Fence + +Mr. Blake's Dressing Room. + +The Election. + +The Rescue. + +Mr. Crow Well Plucked. + +Frank Webber at his Studies. + +Miss Judy Macan. + +Charles Pops the Question. + +The Adjutant's After Dinner Ride. + +The Rival Flunkies. + +Major Monsoon and Donna Maria. + +The Salutation. + +The Skirmish. + +A Touch at Leap-frog With Napoleon. + +Major Monsoon Trying to Charge. + +Mr. Free's Song. + +The Coat of Mail. + + + + + +Charles O'Malley, +The Irish Dragoon, +Volume 2 (of 2) + + + CHARLES O'MALLEY. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +CHAPTER XXV. + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +CHAPTER XXX. + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +CHAPTER XXXVII. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIX. + +CHAPTER XL. + +CHAPTER XLI. + +CHAPTER XLII. + +CHAPTER XLIII. + +CHAPTER XLIV. + +CHAPTER XLV. + +CHAPTER XLVI. + +CHAPTER XLVII. + +CHAPTER XLVIII. + +CHAPTER XLIX. + +CHAPTER L. + +CHAPTER LI. + +CHAPTER LII. + +CHAPTER LIII. + +CHAPTER LIV. + +CHAPTER LV. + +CONCLUSION. + +L'ENVOI. + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + + Exorcising a Spirit. + +A Flying Shot. + +O'malley Following the Custom of his Country. + +Mr. Free Turned Spaniard. + +Charley Trying a Charger. + +Going out to Dinner. + +Disadvantage of Breakfasting over a Duelling-party. + +The Tables Turned. + +Mr. Free Pipes While his Friends Pipe-clay. + +A Hunting Turn-out in the Peninsula. + +Mike Capturing the Trumpeter. + +Captain Mickey Free Relating his Heroic Deeds. + +Baby Blake. + +Mickey Astonishes the Natives. + +The Gentlemen Who Never Sleep. + +Death of Hammersley. + +The Welcome Home. + + + + + +Lord Kilgobbin + + + BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + +CHAPTER XXXIII + +CHAPTER XXXIV + +CHAPTER XXXV + +CHAPTER XXXVI + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +CHAPTER XXXVIII + +CHAPTER XXXIX + +CHAPTER XL + +CHAPTER XLI + + +CHAPTER XLII + +CHAPTER XLIII + +CHAPTER XLIV + +CHAPTER XLV + +CHAPTER XLVI + +CHAPTER XLVII + +CHAPTER XLVIII + +CHAPTER XLIX + +CHAPTER L + +CHAPTER LI + +CHAPTER LII + +CHAPTER LIII + +CHAPTER LIV + +CHAPTER LV + +CHAPTER LVI + +CHAPTER LVII + +CHAPTER LVIII + +CHAPTER LIX + +CHAPTER LX + +CHAPTER LXI + +CHAPTER LXII + +CHAPTER LXIII + +CHAPTER LXIV + +CHAPTER LXV + +CHAPTER LXVI + +CHAPTER LXVII + +CHAPTER LXVIII + +CHAPTER LXIX + +CHAPTER LXX + +CHAPTER LXXI + +CHAPTER LXXII + +CHAPTER LXXIII + +CHAPTER LXXIV + +CHAPTER LXXV + +CHAPTER LXXVI + +CHAPTER LXXVII + +CHAPTER LXXVIII + +CHAPTER LXXIX + +CHAPTER LXXX + +CHAPTER LXXXI + +CHAPTER LXXXII + +CHAPTER LXXXIII + +CHAPTER LXXXIV + +CHAPTER LXXXV + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + + She Suffered Her Hand to Remain + +'What Lark Have You Been On, Master Joe?' + +'One More Sitting I Must Have, Sir, for the Hair' + +'How That Song Makes Me Wish We Were Back Again Where I Heard It First' + +He Entered and Nina Arose As he Came Forward. + +'You Are Right, I See It All,' and Now he Seized Her Hand And Kissed It + +Kate, Still Dressed, Had Thrown Herself on the Bed, and Was Sound Asleep + +'Is Not That As Fine As Your Boasted Campagna?' + +'You Wear a Ring of Great Beauty--may I Look at It?' + +'True, There is No Tender Light There,' Muttered He, Gazing At Her Eyes + +He Knelt Down on One Knee Before Her + +Nina Came Forward at That Moment + +Nina Kostalergi Was Busily Engaged in Pinning up the Skirt Of Her Dress + +The Balcony Creaked and Trembled, And at Last Gave Way + +'Just Look at the Crowd That is Watching Us Already' + +'I Should Like to Have Back My Letters' + +Walpole Looked Keenly at the Other's Face As he Read The Paper + +'I Declare You Have Left a Tear Upon My Cheek,' Said Kate + + + + + +Cornelius O'Dowd +Upon Men And Women +And Other Things In General + + + TO JOHN ANSTER, ESQ., LL.D. + +NOTICE. + +CORNELIUS O'DOWD + +MYSELF. + +A FRIEND OF GIOBERTS: BEING A REMINISCENCE OF SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO. + +GARIBALDI'S WORSHIPPERS. + +SOMETHING ABOUT SOLFERINO AND SHIPS. + +THE STRANGER AT THE CROCE DI MALTA. + +THE STRANGE MAN'S SORROW. + +ITALIAN LAW AND JUSTICE. + +THE ORGAN NUISANCE AND ITS REMEDY. + +R. N. F. THE GREAT CHEVALIER D'INDUSTRIE OF OUR DAY. + +GARIBALDI + +A NEW INVESTMENT. + +ITALIAN TRAITS AND CHARACTERISTICS. + +THE DECLINE OF WHIST. + +ONE OF OUR "TWO PUZZLES". + +A MASTERLY INACTIVITY. + +A NEW HANSARD. + +FOREIGN CLUBS. + +A HINT FOR C. S. EXAMINERS. + +OF SOME OLD DOGS IN OFFICE. + +DECLINE OF THE DRAMA. + +PENSIONS FOR GOVERNORS. + +A GRUMBLE. + +OF OUR BROTHERS BEYOND THE BORDER. + +THE RULE NISI. + +ON CLIMBING BOYS. + +LINGUISTS + +THE OLD CONJURORS AND THE NEW. + +GAMBLING FOR THE MILLION. + +THE INTOXICATING LIQUORS BILL. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29649.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29649.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..48ff9d78c540f1c3fcb5ca9c37b72b6888638841 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29649.txt @@ -0,0 +1,674 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas Wise pamphlet by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. + + + + + + THE SERPENT KNIGHT + AND + OTHER BALLADS + + + * * * * * + + BY + GEORGE BORROW + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION + 1913 + + + + +Table of Contents + + PAGE + +THE SERPENT KING 7 +SIR OLAF 10 +THE TREACHEROUS MERMAN 15 +THE KNIGHT IN THE DEER'S SHAPE 18 +THE STALWART MONK 24 +THE CRUEL STEP-DAME 30 +THE CUCKOO 34 + + + + THE SERPENT KNIGHT + + + Signelil sits in her bower alone, + Of her golden harp she waked the tone. + + Beneath her mantle her harp she played, + Then in came striding the worm so laid. + + "Proud Signelil, if thou me wilt wed, + I'll give thee store of gold so red." + + "Forbid the heavenly God so great + That I should become the Lindworm's mate." + + "Since thee I may not for a wife acquire, + Kiss me only and I'll retire." + + The linen so white betwixt she placed, + And the laidly worm she kissed in haste. + + With his tail of serpent up strook he, + From beneath her dress the blood ran free. + + The Lindworm down from the chamber strode, + Wringing her hands behind she trode. + + And when she came out upon the stair + Her seven bold brothers met her there. + + "Welcome our sister, whither dost hie? + Keep'st thou the Lindworm company?" + + "Ah, yes! with the laidly worm I go, + Because hard fate will have it so." + + The Lindworm into the mountain strode, + Wringing her hands behind she trode. + + She fell on her knee, and her prayer she made, + "Now son of Mary deign to aid." + + And when he had come to the mountain in, + Off he cast his serpent's skin. + + His snake's appearance off he shook, + And the form of a stately knight he took. + + "Thanks for thy trouble, proud Signelil, + Now live and die with thee I will." + + Now is proud Signild free from fright, + In a prince's arm she sleeps each night. + + + + +SIR OLAF + + + Sir Olaf rides on his courser tall, + Guests to bid to his bridal hall. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + In fours and fives the elfins dance, + The elf-king's daughter I see advance. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf, cease so fierce to ride, + And dance with me for a little tide." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "I may not dance, I may not stay, + To-morrow is my bridal day." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf, if thou wilt dance with me, + Two buckskin boots I'll give to thee." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "I dare not dance, I dare not stay, + To-morrow is my bridal day." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf, if thou wilt dance with me, + A silken shirt I'll give to thee." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "A silken shirt so fair and fine, + Which my mother bleach'd in the pale moon-shine." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "I dare not dance, I must away, + To-morrow is my bridal day." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf, if thou wilt dance with me, + A helm of gold I'll give to thee." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "A helm of gold is a bonny thing, + But I dare not tread the elfin ring." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "And if thou wilt not dance with me, + Disease and death shall follow thee." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + She struck him on the shoulder bone, + Fiercer pain he ne'er had known. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + Upon his steed she lifts the knight, + "Now hie thee home to thy heart's delight." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + And when he came to his home so late, + His mother stood at the castle gate. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Now tell to me, my dearest son, + Why look'st so pale and woe-begone?" + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "O well may he look pale, I ween, + Who has felt the stroke of the Elfin Queen." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf, list, my joy and pride, + What shall I say to thy youthful bride?" + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Thou'lt tell my bride the wood I rove, + My courser and my hounds to prove." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + The next, next morn at break of day + The bride arrives with her friends so gay. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + They skinked mead, they skinked wine: + "Where is Sir Olaf, bridegroom mine?" + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + "Sir Olaf's gone the woods to rove, + His courser and his hounds to prove." + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + She lifted up the mantle red, + There lay Sir Olaf stark and dead. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + The next, next day at early morn, + Corses three from the gate are borne. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + Olaf the knight, and his youthful bride, + And his mother dear, who of care had died. + _Gaily they dance in the greenwood_. + + + + +THE TREACHEROUS MERMAN + + + "Now rede me, mother," the merman cried, + "How Marsk Stig's daughter may be my bride." + + She made him of water a noble steed, + Of sands a saddle, and reins of reed. + + To a young knight chang'd she then her son, + And to Mary's church at speed he's gone. + + To the church's ring his steed he bound, + And three times backward the church pac'd round. + + When in he strode so proud and tall + Away the images turned them all. + + The priest was standing with open book: + "O who is yon knight of stately look?" + + Then laughed the maiden within her sleeve: + "If he were my husband I should not grieve." + + He step'd over benches one and two: + "O Marsk Stig's daughter I doat on you." + + He stepped over benches three and four: + "Give me thy troth I thee implore." + + She gave him her hand with an air so free: + "Here take thy troth, I will go with thee." + + A bridal train from church they go, + They danc'd so lightly and free from woe. + + And when they came to the salt sea strand, + The little boats turn'd away from the land. + + "Now Marsk Stig's daughter hold my steed, + To cross the water a boat we need." + + To a little boat he chang'd his steed, + And over the waves away they speed. + + And when in the midst of the sound they were, + Dissolv'd the boat into water fair. + + Up the land far was heard the cry + Of Marsk Stig's maid in her agony. + + Now will I caution each maiden bright, + To dance not away with an unknown knight. + +_Note_.--The above Ballad is a later, and greatly improved, version of +one which appeared under the title _The Merman_ only, in the _Romantic +Ballads_ of 1826. The introduction of the incident of the changing by +magic of the horse into a boat, furnishes a reason for the catastrophe +which was lacking in the earlier version. + + + + +THE KNIGHT IN THE DEER'S SHAPE +OR +THE DECEIVER DECEIVED + + + It was the Knight Sir Peter, + He dwelleth down by Oe; + Nothing, nothing, will he do + But sail about and row. + + Sail about and row about + Is all that he will do, + So many a maiden he allures + And proves to them untrue. + + To servants two addressed him, + Sir Peter of the isle: + "With wily speeches win me + The Damsel Usalile." + + The gallant swains then riding + To Usalile's home, + A message sent inquiring + If they to her might come. + + In then came the gallants, + Before the board they stood-- + O, they were nimble at the tongue, + Could speak in wily mode! + + "Thy brothers seven from Skaane + Thee lovingly do greet, + On board this ship to meet them + Their sister they entreat." + + "O if with me for parlance + My brothers are inclined, + Here at her table sitting + Their sister they will find. + + "No lovely maid on shipboard + Is ever wont to go, + But sharp reproofs pursue her, + And taunting words, I trow." + + Away then ride the gallants + And to their lord repair: + "We cannot win the damsel + By means of speeches fair." + + "O I will have the damsel, + And she shall yet be won; + I vow me to deceive her + By force of magic Rune." + + Then o'er his broider'd trousers, + And jacket flower'd fair, + The skin of a hart he donneth + The maiden to ensnare. + + Now sported the wild little hart + The damsel's house before, + Glitter'd like the ruddy gold + Each hair the creature bore. + + Open stood the castle gate, + The hart therein has stray'd; + And lo with little puppies + The merry maiden play'd. + + Up and down he sported, + To the green wood he sped; + Behind the Damsel hasting + In a leash the puppies led. + + He sported up, he sported down, + Towards the mead he hied; + The Damsel speeding after + With hand to lure him tried. + + The Damsel speeding after + With hand to lure him strove: + "That yonder lovely hart were tame + O would to God above! + + "O would to God in heaven, + That yonder hart were mine! + Nothing should he ever drink + Except the rosy wine. + + "Nothing should he ever drink + Except the rosy wine, + And nowhere should he slumber + Save in these arms of mine." + + The knight he off has shaken + The deer shape from his frame; + In verity fair damsel, + The hart he now is tame! + + Long stood she, the Damsel, + So deep reflected she: + "O for some cunning artifice + To rid me quick of thee!" + + "Sir Peter, if what now I know + I had but known before, + The children I shall bear thee + They ne'er should have been poor. + + "Within my father's castle + A little girl I strayed, + When in the earth a treasure + Of ruddy gold they laid. + + "Down by the strand 'tis buried, + Beneath a mighty stone." + Thither to fetch the treasure + In haste Sir Peter's gone. + + He has broken up the flinty rock, + So deep a hole he's made-- + But none shall ever gold dig up + Where gold was never laid! + + One shall never gold dig up + Where gold was never laid; + Never came together more + The knight and lovely maid. + + + + +THE STALWART MONK + + + Above the wood a cloister towers, + Gilt window it displays; + There lie before it Kempions twelve, + The cloister they will raze. + + There lie before it Kempions twelve, + The cloister down will tear; + The oxen and the cows they slew + The monks should have for fare. + + The monk he out of the window looked, + Then shook both beam and wall: + "And be the Kemps no more than twelve, + I'll easily tame them all." + + The monk he called to his serving lad: + "My club go fetch me in, + For I will out to the forest straight + And make them cease their din." + + It took fifteen to bring the club, + And they strain'd all their might; + The monk took it up with fingers two + And swung it round so light. + + He takes the club upon his back + And into the wood he's gone, + And there met him the Kempions twelve + Would fain set him upon. + + They drew a circle on the ground, + And each one troll'd a song; + I tell to ye for verity + He silenced them all ere long. + + First slew he four, then slew he five, + At length he all has slain; + It was the monk of the shaven crown + Would gladly fight again. + + It was the monk of the shaven crown + Would seek for another fray, + So out of the wood across the wold + He blythely took his way. + + So blythely out of the good green wood + He sped across the hill, + And there met him a hoary Trold + Whose name was Sivord Gill. + + "If thou art the monk of the shaven crown + Who scath'd the warrior band, + Thou either from me shalt shamefully flee + Or manfully 'gainst me stand." + + "I am the monk of the shaven crown + Who slew the warrior band, + And never from thee will I shamefully flee + But like a man will stand." + + The first blow gave the Trold, it fell + Upon the monk's shoulder down, + 'Midst of his shoulder broke the skin, + Bebloodied was his gown. + + The next blow gave the monk, it struck + The Trold to the verdant sward: + "Now shame befall thee, shaven Monk, + The blows of thy club are hard. + + "Now hold thy hand, thou shaven Monk, + And do not strike me more, + And I will give thee silver and gold, + And of coin a plenteous store." + + The Monk he ran, the Trold he crept, + Still equal was their height; + Then shewed he him a little house + With doors of gold so bright. + + Then shewed he him a little house + With golden doors fifteen; + There got the Monk of silver and gold + All he could wish I ween. + + Seven lasts of silver, seven of gold, + To the cloisters he caus'd convey; + He bade them find a monk could wield + A club in as brave a way. + + 'Twas drawing fast to an evening hour + And the sun went down to rest, + Still fifteen Roman miles the monk + To the cloister had at least. + + 'Twas tending fast to the evening tide + And the sun to the earth did haste, + Yet he seized the first dish at the supper board + Ere the Abbot could get a taste. + + Full fifteen monks he knock'd down when + No pottage he espied, + And up he hung fifteen because + The herrings were not fried. + + Then out and spoke the little boy + Who waited at the meal: + "Each time the monk to the cloister comes + He thus with us will deal." + + And it was getting late at night + And folks to bed should hie, + Then because the Abbot sat too long + He struck him out an eye. + + The Abbot hurried off to bed, + No longer dared remain; + I say to ye for verity + He felt both shame and pain. + + 'Twas early in the morning tide, + The bells began to ring; + It was the monk of the shaven crown + Would neither read nor sing. + + So stately strode he up the choir + Where the monks and nuns they stand, + Not one of them dared read or sing + For fear of his stalwart hand. + + So they the Abbot pious and good + To a simple monk debased, + And they the Monk of the shaven crown + As Abbot o'er them placed. + + And he the cloister held with might + Till thirty years were flown; + Then died as Abbot in mighty fame, + The Monk of the shaven crown. + + + + +THE CRUEL STEP-DAME + + + My father up of the country rode, + He thought to wed a lovely rose; + And there he met a laidly wife, + The source was she of all my woes. + + The first night they together slept + She seemed to me a mother mild, + But ere a second night was past + She prov'd a step-dame fierce and wild. + + I sat beside my father's board, + I sported there with hound and pup, + And then to blast my blissful lot + My step-dame wild came striding up. + + That God should make my lot so blest + My wicked step-dame could not bear; + She changed me to a sword so keen, + And bade me far and wide to fare. + + By day I grac'd the side of the knight, + I hung the hero's heart so near; + At night I lay beneath his head, + For his good sword he loved so dear. + + That God had made my lot so blest + My wicked step-dame could not bear; + She changed me to a little knife, + And bade me far and wide to fare. + + By day I was in the Lady's hand, + The linen white with me she cut; + At night within her bower I slept, + All in her golden casket put. + + That God had made my lot so blest, + My wicked step-dame could not bear; + She changed me to a little hind, + And bade me wander far and near. + + She changed me to a little hind, + And bade me wander far and near; + My seven maids to wolves she changed, + And fiercely urged them me to tear. + + My seven maidens were so kind, + They all refus'd the hind to tear; + Then vexed was my step-mother wild + That God had made my lot so fair. + + The young Sir Henrik serves at court, + He is a knight of handsome mien; + For me he sorrowed day and night, + But would not let his grief be seen. + + Sir Henrik roves with bow in hand + The good green wood at morning tide; + Then up there came a little hind, + And fondly she the warrior eyed. + + Then up there came a little hind + Before the young knight as he rang'd; + Then off she cast her bestial shape, + And to a lovely damsel changed. + + He took her tenderly in his arm, + He called her oft his bosom's dear: + "Thrice praised be God in heav'n that dwells + That I have found my damsel here. + + "I have not any servant, love, + Nor hast thou any maid, my fair, + So we'll pull down the linden leaves, + And thus our bridal bed prepare." + + It was then the damsel fair, + Within the bed herself she placed; + It was the brave Sir Henrik then + Sweet sank to sleep by her embraced. + + Full sorely wept the damsel fair, + As sleep began his eyes to find; + Assuming then her bestial shape, + She went away--a hapless hind. + + + + +THE CUCKOO + + +_From the Danish_. + + Yonder the cuckoo flutters, + _Cuckoo_, _Cuckoo_! he utters, + And lights the beech upon; + Many a voice is sweeter, + But do not mock the creature, + Let each enjoy his own. + + He knows no notes of passion, + A new song cannot fashion; + True to the ancient rule, + What his good sires respected + By him is not neglected,-- + Is he for that a fool? + + O thou, my human brother, + Who scorning every other + With self-conceit dost swell, + We cannot all be gallants, + Not equal are our talents-- + Thou art no nightingale! + + LONDON: + Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. + _Edition limited to thirty copies_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29732.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29732.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..64fd6d569b699e9e0c4d786f11a26c9e011e9dc3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29732.txt @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +[Illustration: I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT.] + + + + +THE OLD ARM-CHAIR + +BY + +ELIZA COOK + + +[Illustration] + +ILLUSTRATIONS BY + +MISS L. B. HUMPHREY AND OTHERS + + +BOSTON + +D. LOTHROP & COMPANY + + + + +[Illustration] + + Copyright, 1886, + By D. Lothrop & Co. + + + + +THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. + + + I love it, I love it; and who shall dare + To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? + I've cherished it long as a sainted prize; + I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs + 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; + Not a tie will break, not a link will start. + Would ye learn the spell?--a mother sat there: + And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. + + In childhood's hour I lingered near + The hallowed seat with listening ear; + And gentle words that mother would give, + To fit me to die and teach me to live. + She told me that shame would never betide, + With truth for my creed and God for my guide + She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, + As I knelt beside that old arm-chair. + + I sat and watched her many a day, + When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray; + And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, + And turned from her Bible to bless her child. + Years rolled on, but the last one sped-- + My idol was shattered, my earth-star fled; + I learned how much the heart could bear, + When I saw her die in that old arm-chair. + + 'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now + With quivering breath and throbbing brow: + 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; + And memory flows with lava tide. + Say it is folly, and deem me weak + While the scalding tears drop down my cheek: + But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear + My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. + + + + +THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. + + + I love it, I love it, and who shall dare + To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? + I've cherished it long as a sainted prize; + I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sighs. + +[Illustration] + + 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; + Not a tie will break, not a link will start. + Would ye learn the spell?--a mother sat there; + And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. + +[Illustration] + + In childhood's hour I lingered near + The hallowed seat with listening ear; + And gentle words that mother would give, + To fit me to die and teach me to live. + +[Illustration] + + She told me that shame would never betide, + With truth for my creed and God for my guide; + +[Illustration] + + She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, + As I knelt beside that old arm-chair. + +[Illustration] + + I sat and watched her many a day, + When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray; + And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, + And turned from her Bible to bless her child. + +[Illustration] + + Years rolled on; but the last one sped-- + My idol was shattered; my earth-star fled; + +[Illustration] + + I learned how much the heart could bear, + When I saw her die in that old arm-chair. + +[Illustration] + + 'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now + With quivering breath and throbbing brow: + +[Illustration] + + 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; + And Memory flows with lava tide. + +[Illustration] + + Say it is folly, and deem me weak, + While the scalding tears drop down my cheek: + But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear + My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Transcribers Note: The poem appears twice in the original, as reproduced +here; once without interruption, once with illustrations interspersed.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29795.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29795.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d77ad8c35886f0c53031dce3181e8dc103a84517 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29795.txt @@ -0,0 +1,517 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Stephanie Eason, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library.) + + + + + + + + + + _An Ode_ + + READ AUGUST 15, 1907, AT THE DEDICATION + OF THE MONUMENT ERECTED + AT GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS, IN + COMMEMORATION OF THE FOUNDING + OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY COLONY + IN THE YEAR SIXTEEN HUNDRED AND + TWENTY-THREE BY MADISON CAWEIN + + + JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY, INCORPORATED. + LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY MCMVIII + + + + + _An Ode_ + + _In Commemoration of the Founding of the + Massachusetts Bay Colony in the Year 1623._ + + + I. + + They who maintained their rights, + Through storm and stress, + And walked in all the ways + That God made known, + Led by no wandering lights, + And by no guess, + Through dark and desolate days + Of trial and moan: + Here let their monument + Rise, like a word + In rock commemorative + Of our Land's youth; + Of ways the Puritan went, + With soul love-spurred + To suffer, die, and live + For faith and truth. + Here they the corner-stone + Of Freedom laid; + Here in their hearts' distress + They lit the lights + Of Liberty alone; + Here, with God's aid, + Conquered the wilderness, + Secured their rights. + Not men, but giants, they, + Who wrought with toil + And sweat of brawn and brain + Their freehold here; + Who, with their blood, each day + Hallowed the soil. + And left it without stain + And without fear. + + + II. + + Yea; here, from men like these, + Our country had its stanch beginning; + Hence sprang she with the ocean breeze + And pine scent in her hair; + Deep in her eyes the winning, + The far-off winning of the unmeasured West; + And in her heart the care, + The young unrest, + Of all that she must dare, + Ere as a mighty Nation she should stand + Towering from sea to sea, + From land to mountained land, + One with the imperishable beauty of the stars + In absolute destiny; + Part of that cosmic law, no shadow mars, + To which all freedom runs, + That wheels the circles of the worlds and suns + Along their courses through the vasty night, + Irrevocable and eternal as is Light. + + + III. + + What people has to-day + Such faith as launched and sped, + With psalm and prayer, the Mayflower on its way?-- + Such faith as led + The Dorchester fishers to this sea-washed point, + This granite headland of Cape Ann? + Where first they made their bed, + Salt-blown and wet with brine, + In cold and hunger, where the storm-wrenched pine + Clung to the rock with desperate footing. They, + With hearts courageous whom hope did anoint, + Despite their tar and tan, + Worn of the wind and spray, + Seem more to me than man, + With their unconquerable spirits.--Mountains may + Succumb to men like these, to wills like theirs,-- + The Puritan's tenacity to do; + The stubbornness of genius;--holding to + Their purpose to the end, + No New-World hardship could deflect or bend;-- + That never doubted in their worst despairs, + But steadily on their way + Held to the last, trusting in God, who filled + Their souls with fire of faith that helped them build + A country, greater than had ever thrilled + Man's wildest dreams, or entered in + His highest hopes. 'Twas this that helped them win + In spite of danger and distress, + Through darkness and the din + Of winds and waves, unto a wilderness, + Savage, unbounded, pathless as the sea, + That said, "Behold me! I am free!" + Giving itself to them for greater things + Than filled their souls with dim imaginings. + + + IV. + + Let History record their stalwart names, + And catalogue their fortitude, whence grew, + Swiftly as running flames, + Cities and civilization: + How from a meeting-house and school, + A few log-huddled cabins, Freedom drew + Her rude beginnings. Every pioneer station, + Each settlement, though primitive of tool, + Had in it then the making of a Nation; + Had in it then the roofing of the plains + With traffic; and the piercing through and through + Of forests with the iron veins + Of industry. + Would I could make you see + How these, laboriously, + These founders of New England, every hour + Faced danger, death, and misery, + Conquering the wilderness; + With supernatural power + Changing its features; all its savage glower + Of wild barbarity, fierce hate, duress, + To something human, something that could bless + Mankind with peace and lift its heart's elation; + Something at last that stood + For universal brotherhood, + Astonishing the world, a mighty Nation, + Hewn from the solitude.-- + Iron of purpose as of faith and daring, + And of indomitable will, + With axe and hymn-book still I see them faring, + The Saxon Spirit of Conquest at their side + With sword and flintlock; still I see them stride, + As to some Roundhead rhyme, + Adown the aisles of Time. + + + V. + + Can praise be simply said of such as these? + Such men as Standish, Winthrop, Endicott? + Such souls as Roger Conant and John White? + Rugged and great as trees, + The oaks of that New World with which their lot + Was cast forever, proudly to remain. + That world in which each name still stands, a light + To beacon the Ship of State through stormy seas. + Can praise be simply said + Of him, the younger Vane, + Puritan and patriot, + Whose dedicated head + Was laid upon the block + In thy name, Liberty! + Can praise be simply said of such as he! + Needs must the soul unlock + All gates of eloquence to sing of these. + Such periods, + Such epic melodies, + As holds the utterance of the earlier gods, + The lords of song, one needs + To sing the praise of these! + No feeble music, tinklings frail of glass; + No penny trumpetings; twitterings of brass, + The moment's effort, shak'n from pigmy bells, + Ephemeral drops from small Pierian wells, + With which the Age relieves a barren hour. + But such large music, such melodious power, + As have our cataracts, + Pouring the iron facts, + The giant acts + Of these: such song as have our rock-ridged deep + And mountain steeps, + When winds, like clanging eagles, sweep the storm + On tossing wood and farm: + Such eloquence as in the torrent leaps,-- + Where the hoarse canyon sleeps, + Holding the heart with its terrific charm, + Carrying its roaring message to the town,-- + To voice their high achievement and renown. + + + VI. + + Long, long ago, beneath heaven's stormy slope, + In deeds of faith and hope, + Our fathers laid Freedom's foundations here, + And raised, invisible, vast,-- + Embodying naught of doubt or fear, + A monument whose greatness shall outlast + The future, as the past, + Of all the Old World's dynasties and kings.-- + A symbol of all things + That we would speak, but cannot say in words, + Of those who first began our Nation here, + Behold, we now would rear! + A different monument! a thought, that girds + Itself with granite; dream made visible + In rock and bronze to tell + To all the Future what here once befell; + Here where, unknown to them, + A tree took root; a tree of wondrous stem; + The tree of high ideals, which has grown, + And has not withered since its seed was sown, + Was planted here by them in this new soil, + Who watered it with tears and blood and toil: + An heritage we mean to hold, + Keeping it stanch and beautiful as of old.-- + For never a State, + Or People, yet was great + Without its great ideals;--branch and root + Of the deep tree of life where bud and blow + The dreams, the thoughts, that grow + To deeds, the glowing fruit. + + + VII. + + The morn, that breaks its heart of gold + Above the purple hills; + The eve, that spills + Its nautilus splendor where the sea is rolled; + The night, that leads the vast procession in + Of stars and dreams,-- + The beauty that shall never die or pass:-- + The winds, that spin + Of rain the misty mantles of the grass, + And thunder-raiment of the mountain-streams; + The sunbeams, needling with gold the dusk + Green cowls of ancient woods; + The shadows, thridding, veiled with musk, + The moon-pathed solitudes, + Call to my Fancy, saying, "Follow! follow!" + Till, following, I see,-- + Fair as a cascade in a rainbowed hollow,-- + A dream, a shape, take form, + Clad on with every charm,-- + The vision of that Ideality, + Which lured the pioneer in wood and hill, + And beckoned him from earth and sky; + The dream that cannot die, + Their children's children did fulfill. + In stone and iron and wood, + Out of the solitude, + And by a forthright act + Create a mighty fact-- + A Nation, now that stands + Clad on with hope and beauty, strength and song, + Eternal, young, and strong, + Planting her heel on Wrong, + Her starry banner in triumphant hands.... + Within her face the rose + Of Alleghany dawns; + Limbed with Alaskan snows, + Floridian starlight in her eyes,-- + Eyes stern as steel yet tender as a fawn's,-- + And in her hair + The rapture of her rivers; and the dare, + As perishless as truth, + That o'er the crags of her Sierras flies, + Urging the eagle ardor through her veins, + Behold her where, + Around her radiant youth, + The spirits of the cataracts and plains, + The genii of the floods and forests, meet, + In rainbow mists circling her brow and feet: + The forces vast that sit + In session round her; powers paraclete, + That guard her presence; awful forms and fair. + Making secure her place; + Guiding her surely as the worlds through space + Do laws sidereal; edicts, thunder-lit, + Of skyed eternity, in splendor borne + On planetary wings of night and morn. + + + VIII. + + Behold her! this is she! + Beautiful as morning on the summer sea, + Yet terrible as is the elemental gold + That cleaves the tempest and in angles clings + About its cloudy temples.--Manifold + The dreams of daring in her fearless gaze, + Fixed on the future's days; + And round her brow, a strand of astral beads, + Her soul's resplendent deeds; + And at her front one star, + Refulgent hope, + Like that on morning's slope, + Beaconing the world afar.-- + From her high place she sees + Her long procession of accomplished acts. + Cloud-wing'd refulgences + Of thoughts in steel and stone, of marble dreams, + Lift up tremendous battlements, + Sun-blinding, built of facts; + While in her soul she seems, + Listening, to hear, as from innumerable tents, + AEonian thunder, wonder, and applause + Of all the heroic ages that are gone; + Feeling secure + That, as her Past, her Future shall endure, + As did her Cause + When redly broke the dawn + Of fierce rebellion, and, beneath its star, + The firmaments of war + Poured down infernal rain, + And North and South lay bleeding 'mid their slain. + And now, no less, shall her Cause still prevail, + More so in peace than war, + Through the thrilled wire and electric rail, + Carrying her message far; + Shaping her dream + Within the brain of steam, + That, with a myriad hands, + Labors unceasingly, and knits her lands + In firmer union; joining plain and stream + With steel; and binding shore to shore + With bands of iron;--nerves and arteries, + Along whose adamant forever pour + Her concrete thoughts, her tireless energies. + + + + + _On Old Cape Ann_ + + + + _On Old Cape Ann_ + + + I. + + ANNISQUAM + + Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; + Old gardens with old-fashioned flowers aflame, + Poppy, petunia, and many a name + Of many a flower of fragrant pedigree. + Old hills that glow with blue- and barberry, + And rocks and pines that stand on guard, the same. + Immutable, as when the Pilgrim came, + And here laid firm foundations of the Free. + The sunlight makes the dim dunes hills of snow, + And every vessel's sail a twinkling wing + Glancing the violet ocean far away: + The world is full of color and of glow; + A mighty canvas whereon God doth fling + The flawless picture of a perfect day. + + + II. + + "THE HIGHLANDS," ANNISQUAM + + Here, from the heights, among the rocks and pines, + The sea and shore seem some tremendous page + Of some vast book, great with our heritage, + Breathing the splendor of majestic lines. + Yonder the dunes speak silver; yonder shines + The ocean's sapphire word; there, gray with age, + The granite writes its lesson, strong and sage; + And there the surf its rhythmic passage signs. + The winds, that sweep the page, that interlude + Its majesty with music; and the tides, + That roll their thunder in, that period + Its mighty rhetoric, deep and dream-imbued, + Are what it seems to say, of what abides, + Of what's eternal, and of what is God. + + + III. + + STORM AT ANNISQUAM + + The sun sinks scarlet as a barberry. + Far off at sea one vessel lifts a sail, + Hurrying to harbor from the coming gale, + That banks the west above a choppy sea. + The sun is gone; the tide is flowing free; + The bay is opaled with wild light; and pale + The lighthouse spears its flame now; through a veil + That falls about the sea mysteriously. + Out there she sits and mutters of her dead, + Old Ocean; of the stalwart and the strong, + Skipper and fisher whom her arms dragged down: + Before her now she sees their ghosts; o'erhead, + As gray as rain, their wild wrecks sweep along, + And all night long lay siege to this old town. + + + IV. + + FROM COVE TO COVE + + The road leads up a hill through many a brake, + Blueberry and barberry, bay and sassafras, + By an abandoned quarry, where, like glass, + A round pool lies; an isolated lake, + A mirror for what presences, that make + Their wildwood toilets here! The road is grass + Gray-scarred with stone: great bowlders, as we pass, + Slope burly shoulders towards us. Cedars shake + Wild balsam from their tresses; there and here + Clasping a glimpse of ocean and of shore + In arms of swaying green. Below, at last, + Beside the sea, with derrick and with pier, + By heaps of granite, noise of drill and bore, + A Cape Ann town, towering with many a mast. + + + V. + + PASTURES BY THE SEA + + Here where the coves indent the shore and fall + And fill with ebb and flowing of the tides; + Whereon some barge rocks or some dory rides, + By which old orchards bloom, or, from the wall, + Pelt every lane with fruit; where gardens, tall + With roses, riot; swift my gladness glides + To that old pasture where the mushroom hides, + The chicory blooms and Peace sits mid them all. + Fenced in with rails and rocks, its emerald slopes,-- + Ribbed with huge granite,--where the placid cows + Tinkle a browsing bell, roll to a height + Wherefrom the sea, bright as adventuring hopes, + Swept of white sails and plowed of foaming prows, + Leaps like a Nereid on the ravished sight. + + + VI. + + THE DUNES + + Far as the eye can see, in domes and spires, + Buttress and curve, ruins of shifting sand,-- + In whose wild making wind and sea took hand,-- + The white dunes stretch. The wind, that never tires, + Striving for strange effects that he admires, + Changes their form from time to time; the land + Forever passive to his mad demand, + And to the sea's, who with the wind conspires. + Here, as on towers of desolate cities, bay + And wire-grass grow, wherein no insect cries, + Only a bird, the swallow of the sea, + That homes in sand. I hear it far away + Crying--or is it some lost soul that flies, + Above the land, ailing unceasingly? + + + VII. + + BY THE SUMMER SEA + + Sunlight and shrill cicada and the low, + Slow, sleepy kissing of the sea and shore, + And rumor of the wind. The morning wore + A sullen face of fog that lifted slow, + Letting her eyes gleam through of grayest glow; + Wearing a look like that which once she wore + When, Gloucesterward from Dogtown there, they bore + Some old witchwife with many a gibe and blow. + But now the day has put off every care, + And sits at peace beside the smiling sea, + Dreaming bright dreams with lazy-lidded eyes: + One is a castle, precipiced in air, + And one a golden galleon--can it be + 'Tis but the cloudworld of the sunset skies? + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29810.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29810.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..47f030f8fb1febcc8ae4dcdd5b4c776dbb632a95 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg29810.txt @@ -0,0 +1,373 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Marcia Brooks and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works put online +by Harvard University Library\'s Open Collections Program, +Women Working 1800 - 1930) + + + + + + + + + +GIRL SCOUTS + +THEIR HISTORY AND PRACTICE + + +"_Be Prepared_" + +[Illustration: Emblem] + +[Illustration: LESSONS IN FOOD CONSERVATION] + + +GIRL SCOUTS +Incorporated +NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS +189 Lexington Avenue +_New York City_ + + +_Series No. 6_ + + + + +GIRL SCOUTS + + +MOTTO +"_Be Prepared_" + +[Illustration: Emblem] + + +SLOGAN +"_Do A Good Turn Daily_" + + +PROMISE + + On My Honor, I Will Try: + To do my duty to God and to my Country + To help other people at all times + To obey the Scout Laws + + +LAWS + + I A Girl Scout's Honor is to be trusted. + II A Girl Scout is loyal. + III A Girl Scout's Duty is to be useful and to help others. + IV A Girl Scout is a friend to all, and a sister to every + other Girl Scout. + V A Girl Scout is Courteous. + VI A Girl Scout is a friend to Animals. + VII A Girl Scout obeys Orders. + VIII A Girl Scout is Cheerful. + IX A Girl Scout is Thrifty. + X A Girl Scout is Clean in Thought, Word and Deed. + + + + +GIRL SCOUTS + + +_History of the American Girl Scouts._ When Sir Robert Baden-Powell +founded the Boy Scout movement in England, it proved too attractive and +too well adapted to youth to make it possible to limit its great +opportunities to boys alone. The Sister organization, known in England +as the Girl Guides, quickly followed it and won equal success. + +Mrs. Juliette Low, an American visitor in England, and a personal friend +of the father of Scouting, realized the tremendous future of the +movement for her country; and with the active and friendly co-operation +of the Baden-Powells, she founded the Girl Guides in America, enrolling +the first patrols in Savannah, Georgia, in March, 1912. + +In 1913 National Headquarters were established in Washington, D.C., and +the name changed to Girl Scouts. + +In 1915 the organization was incorporated with the legal title, Girl +Scouts, Incorporated. + +In 1916 National Headquarters were moved to New York and the methods and +standards of what was plainly to be a nation-wide organization became +established on a broad, practical basis. + +The first National Convention was held in 1915, and each succeeding year +has shown a larger and more enthusiastic body of delegates and a public +more and more interested in this steadily growing army of girls and +young women who are learning in the happiest way to combine patriotism, +outdoor activities of every kind, skill in every branch of domestic +science and high standards of community service. + +Every side of the girl's nature is brought out and developed by +enthusiastic captains, who join in the games and various forms of +training and encourage team work and fair play. For the instruction of +the captains, national camps and training schools are being established +all over the country; and the schools and churches everywhere are +co-operating eagerly with this great recreational movement, which they +realize adds something to the life of the growing girl that they have +been unable to supply. + +Colleges are offering fellowships in scouting as a serious course for +would-be captains, and prominent citizens in every part of the country +are identifying themselves with local councils in an advisory and +helpful capacity. At the present writing, nearly 60,000 girls and more +than 3,000 captains represent the original little troop in +Savannah--surely a satisfying sight for our Founder and National +President, when she realizes what a healthy sprig she has transplanted +from the Mother Country! + +_Aims._ While the aims of Scouting are similar to those of the schools, +the church and the home, its methods are less direct and success depends +upon the attraction which the program has for the girls. Belonging to an +organization, the uniform, such novel activities as knot-tying, hiking, +signalling and drilling, the chance for leadership, the laws to which +they voluntarily subscribe and the recognition of ability by the system +of giving badges are the distinctive elements of Scouting. They succeed +in bringing about improved health, approved standards of behavior +towards others, a general arousing of the imagination as well as +practical knowledge. + +The ideal background for the entire program is cheerful companionship in +the open. + +_Standards._ The standards of the Girl Scouts are expressed in their +Laws and Promise, their Motto and Slogan which are as follows: + + +Laws + + _I_ A Girl Scout's Honor is to be trusted. + _II_ A Girl Scout is loyal. + _III_ A Girl Scout's Duty is to be useful and to help others. + _IV_ A Girl Scout is a friend to all, and a sister to every + other Scout. + _V_ A Girl Scout is Courteous. + _VI_ A Girl Scout is a friend to Animals. + _VII_ A Girl Scout obeys Orders. + _VIII_ A Girl Scout is Cheerful. + _IX_ A Girl Scout is Thrifty. + _X_ A Girl Scout is Clean in Thought, Word and Deed. + + +Promise + + On my Honor, I Will try: + To do my duty to God and to my Country + To help other people at all times + To obey the Scout Laws. + + +Motto + +"Be Prepared" + + +Slogan + +"Do a Good Turn Daily" + + +The best results are obtained by emphasizing the fact that these ways +are the girl's own idea of the way to live, her choice. Success in +expressing one's own ideas never fails to give satisfaction. Clever +parents and teachers make use of this. "A Scout is cheerful" is a more +effective method of influencing a girl, for instance, than any amount of +advice on the subject. + +It seems to be more and more difficult to induce girls to learn or +practice housework. For the average woman this is still necessary, and +the more advanced schools have taken it up. For the girl whom neither +the home nor the school has been able to reach, Scouting offers a most +successful and attractive means of getting the practical information to +the young generation. They will do for "merit badges," in other words, +what they will not do for their mothers or teachers. + +An effective manner of upholding and exercising these standards, is, as +has been abundantly proved by the great war, the uniform. Earning and +proving worthy of it stimulates child, girl and woman alike. Uniform and +ceremony, not overemphasized, but duly insisted upon, have a profound +significance to the human race, and teach us to sink the individual +interests and raise the standards of the group. + +_Leadership and The Patrol System._ In general a troop should not +contain more than thirty or forty girls. Many very experienced captains +have larger troops when they have several lieutenants to assist them. +The troops are divided into groups, or patrols of eight and treated as +units, each under its own responsible leader. An invaluable step in +character building is to put responsibility on the individual. This is +done in electing a Patrol Leader to be responsible for the control of +her Patrol. Leaders should serve a limited time and every girl in a +patrol should have the experience of serving some time during her +membership. It is up to her to take hold and develop the qualities of +each girl in her Patrol. It sounds a big order, but in practice it +works. With a friendly rivalry established between patrols a patrol +esprit de corps is developed and each girl in that patrol realizes that +she is herself a responsible unit and that the honor of her group +depends on her efficiency in playing the game. The patrol system is an +essential feature in Scouting. When this is lost sight of and the +attitude of a teacher is adopted, making the troop a _class_, the vital +spirit or meaning of Scouting is missed entirely. Although a powerful +personality always can succeed with young people, in individual +instances, it would be impossible to get enough of these people to make +any impression upon the thousands of girls in the organization. +Moreover, the average child is already overloaded with things to learn. +What nobody teaches her is how to control herself, and thus learn to +control others and take her share of responsibility. The whole Scouting +technique is adapted to exactly this idea and the patrol leader is the +key note of it. + +_The troop whose captain is (apparently) not managing it, but whose +girls manage themselves under the Scout laws, is the ideal troop._ + +_The Court of Honor._ The Patrol Leaders and their "seconds" form the +"Court of Honor," which manages the internal affairs of the troop. Its +institution is the best guarantee for permanent vitality and success for +the troop. It takes a great deal of minor routine work off the shoulders +of the Scout captain, and at the same time gives to the girls a real +responsibility and a serious outlook on the affairs of their troop. It +was mainly due to the Patrol Leaders and to the Courts of Honor that the +British Boy Scouts were able to carry on useful work during the war. The +Court of Honor decides rewards and punishments, and interprets rules in +individual instances. + +_Methods._ Not only should the activities be those which they are not +getting through other channels, but they should be presented in ways +which attract the girls. It should never be forgotten that Scouting is +chosen by the girls because it _interests them_. Use as bait the food +the fish likes. If you bait your hook with the kind of food that you +yourself like, unless you happen to have a natural affinity for young +people, it is probable that you will not catch many. If the Scouting +program fails to interest girls, they will find something that does. + +The program should be varied, and never iron-clad, but adapted to fill +the needs of the special girl. Examples: Few city girls have much chance +to be in the country. An effort should be made to get them out on hikes, +and week-end camping trips. Some homes and schools do not teach the +girls such practical things as cooking, bedmaking, while some groups of +girls have no conception of obligation to other people or any sense of +citizenship. In each case, the wise captain attempts to discover the +novel activity, which besides being helpful, will attract the girls. The +wise captain does not expect girls to pay great attention to any one +subject for very long, and does not teach or lecture. They get enough of +that in school. The captain is rather a sort of older playfellow who +lets the girl choose activities which interest her and she will learn +for herself. + +Most of the activities will be of the nature of play. Play is always a +means to mental and physical development. The best play leads towards +adult forms of leadership, co-operation, entertaining, artistic +execution and community service. + +Any captain who finds herself judging her troop's efficiency by the old +fashioned system of examination marks based on a hundred per cent scale, +shows herself out of touch not only with the Scouting spirit, but with +the whole trend of modern education today. When the tendency of great +universities is distinctly toward substituting psychological tests for +examinations, when the United States Army picks its officers by such +tests, it would be absurd for a young people's recreational movement to +wear its members out by piling such work on captain and scout! + +Examinations and tests should lay weight on what can be _done_ within +time limits and in first class form; also on the effort expended by the +girls, and not on what can be _written or recited_. Young people love +such tests--which relate closely to games--and they are of great +practical value in daily life. They are the tests we meet every day. +They interest the community to watch and experts are always ready and +interested to judge them. But nobody is interested in examination +papers, and school children and especially captains should not be taxed +with more than the absolute necessity of proving a candidate's fair +grasp of the subject. + +In this connection great latitude should be allowed for the captain's +knowledge of her girls and their real ability and attitude. The girls +are also good judges of each other. Remember that the girl with the best +examination paper is not necessarily the best Scout. + +_The Council._ The Patrol System, under the captain, is the vital +_inside_ of Scouting: in order to tie the organization closely to the +community, the council must be well selected, strong and active. An +ideal council should represent the best homes in the community, the +church and the school. Some leading woman, whose acquaintance is wide, +should most certainly be on it, in order to help the captain out with a +list of people qualified to judge the merit badges, for instance. +Interested women who will help in camps, hikes, sales, moving picture +benefits, rallies are most necessary, and the captain should feel no +hesitation in asking advice or help from her council. At least one +member whose daughter is in the local troop should be a practical link +between the home and the troop, but all members should make a point of +understanding the principles and distinctive methods of Scouting and see +that they are carried out in their locality. + + + + +"_Be Prepared_" + +[Illustration: Emblem] + + +Officers, National Headquarters Girl Scouts, Inc. + +_Honorary President_ +MRS. WOODROW WILSON + +_President_ +MRS. JULIETTE LOW + +_First Vice-President_ +MRS. ARTHUR O. CHOATE + +_Second Vice-President_ +MRS. HERBERT HOOVER + +_Treasurer_ +DUNLEVY MILBANK + +_Chairman, Executive Board_ +MRS. V. EVERIT MACY + +_Director_ +MRS. JANE DEETER RIPPIN + +_Executive Board_ +MRS. SELDEN BACON +MRS. NICHOLAS F. BRADY +MISS ELLEN M. CASSATT +MRS. ARTHUR O. CHOATE +MR. FRANCIS P. DODGE +MISS EMMA R. HALL +MRS. JULIETTE LOW +MRS. V. EVERIT MACY +MRS. SNOWDEN MARSHALL +MRS. ROBERT G. MEAD +MR. DUNLEVY MILBANK +MISS LLEWELLYN PARSONS +MRS. HAROLD I. PRATT +MRS. THEODORE H. PRICE +MRS. W. N. ROTHSCHILD +DR. JAMES E. RUSSELL +MRS. GEORGE W. STEVENS +MRS. JAMES J. STORROW +MRS. 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LTD. + AND NEW YORK + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE MAN IN THE MOON. + + + The Man in the Moon + Came tumbling down, + And asked his way to Norwich; + +[Illustration] + + They told him south, + And he burnt his mouth + With eating cold pease-porridge. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TO MARKET, TO MARKET. + + + To market, to market, to buy a fat Pig; + Home again, home again, dancing a jig. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + To market, to market, to buy a fat Hog; + Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +THERE WAS A MAN. + + + There was a man, and he had nought, + And robbers came to rob him; + +[Illustration] + + He crept up to the chimney-pot, + +[Illustration: AND THEN THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD HIM] + +[Illustration: BUT HE GOT DOWN ON T'OTHER SIDE] + +[Illustration] + + And then they could not find him; + +[Illustration] + + He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, + And never looked behind him. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE LION AND THE UNICORN. + + + The Lion and the Unicorn + Were fighting for the Crown; + The Lion beat the Unicorn + All round about the town. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Some gave them white bread, + And some gave them brown; + Some gave them plum-cake, + And sent them out of town. + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE MISS MUFFET. + + +[Illustration] + + Little Miss Muffet + Sat on a tuffet + Eating of curds and whey; + +[Illustration] + + There came a big Spider + And sat down beside her, + And frightened Miss Muffet away. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: ORANGES AND LEMONS] + +[Illustration] + + + + +ORANGES AND LEMONS. + + + _Gay go up, and gay go down + To ring the bells of London Town._ + +[Illustration] + + Bull's eyes and targets, + Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. + + Brickbats and tiles, + Say the bells of St. Giles'. + + Pancakes and fritters, + Say the bells of St. Peter's. + + Two sticks and an apple, + Say the bells at Whitechapel. + +[Illustration] + + Halfpence and farthings, + Say the bells of St. Martin's. + +[Illustration] + + Oranges and Lemons, + Say the bells of St. Clement's. + +[Illustration] + + Old Father Baldpate, + Say the slow bells at Aldgate. + + Pokers and tongs, + Say the bells of St. John's. + + Kettles and pans, + Say the bells of St. Ann's. + + You owe me ten shillings, + Say the bells at St. Helen's. + + When will you pay me? + Say the bells at Old Bailey. + + When I grow rich, + Say the bells at Shoreditch. + + Pray when will that be? + Say the bells of Stepney. + +[Illustration] + + I am sure I don't know, + Says the great bell of Bow. + + _Here comes a candle to light you to bed, + And here comes a chopper to chop off your head._ + +[Illustration] + + + + +GOOSEY, GOOSEY GANDER. + + + Goosey, Goosey Gander, + Where shall I wander? + +[Illustration] + + Upstairs, downstairs, + And in my lady's chamber. + +[Illustration] + + There I met an old man + That would not say his prayers: + I took him by the left leg, + And threw him downstairs. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +HUMPTY DUMPTY. + + Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall; + +[Illustration] + + Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + All the King's horses and all the King's men + Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP. + + Baa, baa, Black Sheep, + Have you any wool? + Yes, marry, have I, + Three bags full: + +[Illustration] + + One for my Master, + And one for my Dame, + And one for the little boy + That lives in the lane! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: A Present from Gotham] + + + + +THE THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM. + + Three wise men of Gotham + Went to sea in a bowl: + +[Illustration] + + If the bowl had been stronger, + My song would have been longer. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + LESLIE BROOKE'S + + CHILDREN'S BOOKS + + * * * * * + + ORANGES AND LEMONS + + THE MAN IN THE MOON + + LITTLE BO-PEEP + + THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET + + + ARE ISSUED + + AS SEPARATE BOOKS IN PAPER COVERS + + OR IN TWO VOLUMES IN ART BOARDS + + + _Also in One Volume_ + + RING O' ROSES + + CONTAINING ALL THE ABOVE STORIES + + * * * * * + + THE THREE LITTLE PIGS + + TOM THUMB + + THE GOLDEN GOOSE + + THE THREE BEARS + + ARE ISSUED + + AS SEPARATE STORIES IN PAPER COVERS + + OR IN TWO VOLUMES IN ART BOARDS + + + _Also in One Volume_ + + + THE GOLDEN GOOSE BOOK + + CONTAINING ALL THE ABOVE STORIES + + * * * * * + + JOHNNY CROW'S PARTY + + JOHNNY CROW'S GARDEN + + THE NURSERY RHYME BOOK + + Edited By ANDREW LANG + + * * * * * + + THE HOUSE IN THE WOOD + + * * * * * + + A ROUNDABOUT TURN + + By ROBERT H. CHARLES + + * * * * * + + LESLIE BROOKE'S LITTLE BOOKS + + Size 7 in. by 5 1/2 in. + + 4 Books + + NURSERY STORIES + + 4 Books + + NURSERY RHYMES + + * * * * * + + Published by + + FREDERICK WARNE & CO., LTD. + + LONDON and NEW YORK + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book, by L. Leslie Brooke + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..433d6757c4a4913b9cc94494a7e53503bb553294 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ + + + + + +JFK's Inaugural Address, January 20, 1961, 12:11 EST + + +We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom. . . +symbolizing an end as well as a beginning. . .signifying renewal +as well as change for I have sworn before you and Almighty God +the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century +and three-quarters ago. + +The world is very different now, for man holds in his mortal hands +the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. +And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forbears fought +are still at issue around the globe. . .the belief that the rights of man +come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God. +We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. + +Let the word go forth from this time and place. . .to friend and foe alike. . . +that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans. . . +born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, +proud of our ancient heritage. . .and unwilling to witness or permit the slow +undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, +and to which we are committed today. . .at home and around the world. + +Let every nation know. . .whether it wishes us well or ill. . . +that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, +support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and +the success of liberty. This much we pledge. . .and more. + +To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share: +we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United. . .there is +little we cannot do in a host of co-operative ventures. +Divided. . .there is little we can do. . .for we dare not meet +a powerful challenge, at odds, and split asunder. +To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free: +we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not +have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. +We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. +But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their +own freedom. . .and to remember that. . .in the past. . .those who +foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside. +To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe +struggling to break the bonds of mass misery: we pledge our best +efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period +is required. . .not because the Communists may be doing it, +not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. +If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, +it cannot save the few who are rich. + +To our sister republics south of our border: we offer a special pledge. . . +to convert our good words into good deeds. . .in a new alliance for progress +. . .to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of +poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of +hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them +to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. . .and let +every other power know that this hemisphere intends to remain the master +of its own house. + +To that world assembly of sovereign states: the United Nations. . . +our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war +have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge +of support. . .to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for +invective. . .to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak. . . +and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run. + +Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversaries, +we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew +the quest for peace; before the dark powers of destruction unleashed +by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction. +We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient +beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed. +But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from +our present course. . .both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, +both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing +to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of Mankind's +final war. + +So let us begin anew. . .remembering on both sides that civility +is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. +Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to negotiate. +Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring +those problems which divide us. Let both sides, for the first time, +formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and +control of arms. . .and bring the absolute power to destroy +other nations under the absolute control of all nations. +Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead +of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the +deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage +the arts and commerce. Let both sides unite to heed in all corners +of the earth the command of Isaiah. . .to "undo the heavy burdens. . . +let the oppressed go free." + +And if a beachhead of co-operation may push back the jungle of suspicion. . . +let both sides join in creating not a new balance of power. . . +but a new world of law. . .where the strong are just. . . +and the weak secure. . .and the peace preserved. . . . + +All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. +Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days. . . +nor in the life of this administration, nor even perhaps +in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin. + +In your hands, my fellow citizens. . .more than mine. . .will rest the +final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, +each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony +to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered +the call to service surround the globe. Now the trumpet summons us again. . . +not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need. . .not as a call to battle. . . +though embattled we are. . .but a call to bear the burden of a long +twilight struggle. . .year in and year out, rejoicing in hope, +patient in tribulation. . .a struggle against the common enemies of man: +tyranny. . .poverty. . .disease. . .and war itself. Can we forge against +these enemies a grand and global alliance. . .North and South. . . +East and West. . .that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? +Will you join in that historic effort? + +In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted +the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger; I do not shrink +from this responsibility. . .I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us +would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. +The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor +will light our country and all who serve it. . .and the glow from +that fire can truly light the world. + +And so, my fellow Americans. . .ask not what your country can +do for you. . .ask what you can do for your country. My fellow +citizens of the world. . .ask not what America will do for you, +but what together we can do for the Freedom of Man. + +Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, +ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice +which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, +with history the final judge of our deeds; let us go forth to lead +the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that +here on earth God's work must truly be our own. + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30020.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30020.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..008c6119dfe9d0a69667bb87791596dba60317d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30020.txt @@ -0,0 +1,164 @@ + + +Japanese Fairy Tale Series, No 10. + +#The Matsuyama Mirror.# + +TOLD IN ENGLISH BY MRS. T. H. JAMES. + +[Illustration] + +Published by T. HASEGAWA, 17 Kami Negishi, TOKYO. + + + + +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE + +MATSUYAMA + +MIRROR. + + +A long long time ago, there lived in a quiet spot, a young man and his +wife. They had one child, a little daughter, whom they both loved with +all their hearts. I cannot tell you their names, for they have been +long since forgotten, but the name of the place where they lived was +Matsuyama, in the province of Echigo. + +It happened once, while the little girl was still a baby, that the +father was obliged to go to the great city, the capital of Japan, upon +some business. It was too far for the mother and her little baby to go, +so he set out alone, after bidding them good bye, and promising to bring +them home some pretty present. + +[Illustration] + +The mother had never been further from home than the next village, and +she could not help being a little frightened at the thought of her +husband taking such a long journey, and yet she was a little proud +too, for he was the first man in all that country side who had been to +the big town where the King and his great lords lived, and where there +were so many beautiful and curious things to be seen. + +At last the time came when she might expect her husband back, so she +dressed the baby in its best clothes, and herself put on a pretty blue +dress which she knew her husband liked. + +[Illustration] + +You may fancy how glad this good wife was to see him come home safe +and sound, and how the little girl clapped her hands, and laughed with +delight, when she saw the pretty toys her father had brought for her. +He had much to tell of all the wonderful things he had seen upon the +journey, and in the town itself. + +[Illustration] + +"I have brought you a very pretty thing," said he to his wife: "it is +called a mirror. Look and tell me what you see inside." He gave to her +a plain, white wooden box, in which, when she had opened it, she found +a round piece of metal. One side was white like frosted silver, and +ornamented with raised figures of birds and flowers, the other was +bright as the clearest crystal. Into it the young mother looked with +delight and astonishment, for, from its depths was looking at her with +parted lips and bright eyes, a smiling happy face. + +[Illustration] + +"What do you see?" again asked the husband, pleased at her +astonishment, and glad to show that he had learned something while he +had been away. "I see a pretty woman looking at me, and she moves her +lips as if she was speaking, and--dear me, how odd, she has on a blue +dress just like mine!" "Why, you silly woman, it is your own face that +you see," said the husband, proud of knowing something that his wife +didn't know. That round piece of metal is called a mirror, in the town +every body has one, although we have not seen them in this country place +before. + +[Illustration] + +The wife was charmed with her present, and, for a few days could not +look into the mirror often enough, for you must remember, that, as this +was the first time she had seen a mirror, so, of course, it was the +first time she had ever seen the reflection of her own pretty face. But +she considered such a wonderful thing far too precious for every day +use, and soon shut it up in its box again, and put it away carefully +among her most valued treasures. + +Years past on, and the husband and wife still lived happily. The joy of +their life was their little daughter, who grew up the very image of her +mother, and who was so dutiful and affectionate that every body loved +her. Mindful of her own little passing vanity on finding herself so +lovely, the mother kept the mirror carefully hidden away, fearing that +the use of it might breed a spirit of pride in her little girl. + +She never spoke of it, and as for the father, he had forgotten all about +it. So it happened that the daughter grew up as simple as the mother had +been, and knew nothing of her own good looks, or of the mirror which +would have reflected them. + +But bye and bye a terrible misfortune happened to this happy little +family. The good, kind mother fell sick; and, although her daughter +waited upon her day and night, with loving care, she got worse and +worse, until at last there was no hope but that she must die. + +When she found that she must so soon leave her husband and child, the +poor woman felt very sorrowful, grieving for those she was going to +leave behind, and most of all for her little daughter. + +She called the girl to her and said; "My darling child, you know that I +am very sick: soon I must die, and leave your dear father and you alone. +When I am gone, promise me that you will look into this mirror every +night and every morning: there you will see me, and know that I am still +watching over you." With these words she took the mirror from its hiding +place and gave it to her daughter. The child promised, with many tears, +and so the mother, seeming now calm and resigned, died a short time +after. + +[Illustration] + +Now this obedient and dutiful daughter, never forgot her mother's last +request, but each morning and evening took the mirror from its hiding +place, and looked in it long and earnestly. There she saw the bright and +smiling vision of her lost mother. Not pale and sickly as in her last +days, but the beautiful young mother of long ago. To her at night she +told the story of the trials and difficulties of the day, to her in the +morning she looked for sympathy and encouragement in whatever might be +in store for her. So day by day she lived as in her mother's sight, +striving still to please her as she had done in her life time, and +careful always to avoid whatever might pain or grieve her. Her greatest +joy was to be able to look in the mirror and say; "Mother, I have been +today what you would have me to be." + +[Illustration] + +Seeing her every night and morning, without fail, look into the mirror, +and seem to hold converse with it, her father at length asked her the +reason of her strange behaviour. "Father," she said, "I look in the +mirror every day to see my dear mother and to talk with her." Then she +told him of her mother's dying wish, and how she had never failed to +fulfil it. Touched by so much simplicity, and such faithful, loving +obedience, the father shed tears of pity and affection. Nor could he +find it in his heart to tell the child, that the image she saw in the +mirror, was but the reflection of her own sweet face, by constant +sympathy and association, becoming more and more like her dead mother's +day by day. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30024.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30024.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3dca8fcca50aaf24d2a4ae9f6d5ad1c0a73d1251 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30024.txt @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: Text is heavily illustrated, so the illustration +tags within have been removed to avoid congestion. + + + * * * * * + + + + +JAPANESE FAIRY TALES, NÂș. 8. + +THE FISHER-BOY URASHIMA + +BY B. H. CHAMBERLAIN + +GRIFFITH FARRAN & CO., LONDON & SYDNEY, N.S.W. + + + + +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. + + + + +#THE FISHER-BOY URASHIMA.# + + +Long, long ago there lived on the coast of the sea of Japan a young +fisherman named Urashima, a kindly lad and clever with his rod and +line. + +Well, one day he went out in his boat to fish. But instead of catching +any fish, what do you think he caught? Why! a great big tortoise, with +a hard shell and such a funny wrinkled old face and a tiny tail. Now I +must tell you something which very likely you don't know; and that is +that tortoises always live a thousand years,--at least Japanese +tortoises do. So Urashima thought to himself: "A fish would do for my +dinner just as well as this tortoise,--in fact better. Why should I go +and kill the poor thing, and prevent it from enjoying itself for another +nine hundred and ninety-nine years? No, no! I won't be so cruel. I am +sure mother wouldn't like me to." And with these words, he threw the +tortoise back into the sea. + +The next thing that happened was that Urashima went to sleep in his +boat; for it was one of those hot summer days when almost everybody +enjoys a nap of an afternoon. And as he slept, there came up from +beneath the waves a beautiful girl, who got into the boat and said: "I +am the daughter of the Sea-God, and I live with my father in the Dragon +Palace beyond the waves. It was not a tortoise that you caught just +now, and so kindly threw back into the water instead of killing it. It +was myself. My father the Sea-God had sent me to see whether you were +good or bad. + +"We now know that you are a good, kind boy who doesn't like +to do cruel things; and so I have come to fetch you. You shall marry me, +if you like; and we will live happily together for a thousand years in +the Dragon Palace beyond the deep blue sea." + +So Urashima took one oar, and the Sea-God's daughter took the other; and +they rowed, and they rowed, and they rowed till at last they came to the +Dragon Palace where the Sea-God lived and ruled as King over all the +dragons and the tortoises and the fishes. + +Oh dear! what a lovely place it was! The walls of the Palace were of +coral, the trees had emeralds for leaves and rubies for berries, the +fishes' scales were of silver, and the dragons' tails of solid gold. +Just think of the very most beautiful, glittering things that you have +ever seen, and put them all together, and then you will know what this +Palace looked like. And it all belonged to Urashima; for was he not +the son-in-law of the Sea-God, the husband of the lovely Dragon +Princess? + +Well, they lived on happily for three years, wandering about every day +among the beautiful trees with emerald leaves and ruby berries. But one +morning Urashima said to his wife: "I am very happy here. Still I want +to go home and see my father and mother and brothers and sisters. Just +let me go for a short time, and I'll soon be back again." "I don't like +you to go," said she; "I am very much afraid that something dreadful +will happen. However, if you will go, there is no help for it. Only you +must take this box, and be very careful not to open it. If you open it, +you will never be able to come back here." + +So Urashima promised to take great care of the box, and not to open it +on any account; and then, getting into his boat, he rowed off, and at +last landed on the shore of his own country. + +But what had happened while he had been away? Where had his father's +cottage gone to? What had become of the village where he used to live? +The mountains indeed were there as before; but the trees on them had +been cut down. The little brook that ran close by his father's cottage +was still running; but there were no women washing clothes in it any +more. It seemed very strange that everything should have changed so +much in three short years. So as two men chanced to pass along the +beach, Urashima went up to them and said: "Can you tell me please +where Urashima's cottage, that used to stand here, has been moved +to?"--"Urashima?" said they; "why! it was four hundred years ago that +he was drowned out fishing. His parents, and his brothers, and their +grandchildren are all dead long ago. It is an old, old story. How can +you be so foolish as to ask after his cottage? It fell to pieces +hundreds of years ago." + +Then it suddenly flashed across Urashima's mind that the Sea-God's +Palace beyond the waves, with its coral walls and its ruby fruits and +its dragons with tails of solid gold, must be part of fairy-land, and +that one day there was probably as long as a year in this world, so +that his three years in the Sea-God's Palace had really been hundreds +of years. Of course there was no use in staying at home, now that all +his friends were dead and buried, and even the village had passed away. +So Urashima was in a great hurry to get back to his wife, the Dragon +Princess beyond the sea. But which was the way? He couldn't find it +with no one to show it to him. "Perhaps," thought he, "if I open the box +which she gave me, I shall be able to find the way." So he disobeyed her +orders not to open the box,--or perhaps he forgot them, foolish boy that +he was. Anyhow he opened the box; and what do you think came out of it? +Nothing but a white cloud which floated away over the sea. Urashima +shouted to the cloud to stop, rushed about and screamed with sorrow; for +he remembered now what his wife had told him, and how, after opening the +box, he should never be able to go to the Sea-God's Palace again. But +soon he could neither run nor shout any more. + +Suddenly his hair grew as white as snow, his face got wrinkled, and his +back bent like that of a very old man. Then his breath stopped short, +and he fell down dead on the beach. + +Poor Urashima! He died because he had been foolish and disobedient. If +only he had done as he was told, he might have lived another thousand +years. Wouldn't you like to go and see the Dragon Palace beyond the +waves, where the Sea-God lives and rules as King over the Dragons and +the tortoises and the fishes, where the trees have emeralds for leaves +and rubies for berries, where the fishes' tails are of silver and the +dragons' tails all of solid gold? + + +_Printed by the Kobunsha in Tokyo, Japan._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30210.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30210.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..614423127e061fb701b80ae77901c4ee9ea6e5c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30210.txt @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ + + +COMIC BIBLE SKETCHES + +Reprinted From "The Freethinker" + + +By G. W. Foote + + +Part I. + +London: + +Progressive Publishing Company + +28 Stonecutter Street, E.C. + +1885. + + + + +INTRODUCTION. + + + +English literature has its Comic Histories, its Comic Grammars, its +Comic Geographies, and its Comic Law-Books, and Carlyle once prophesied +that it would some day boast its Comic Bible. Tough as the fine old +Sage of Chelsea was, he predicted this monstrosity with something of the +horror a barbarian might feel at the thought of some irreverent fellow +deliberately laughing at the tribal fetish. But what shocked our +latter-day prophet so greatly in mere anticipation has partially come to +pass. "La Bible Amusante" has had an extensive sale in France, and the +infectious irreverence has extended itself to England. Notwithstanding +that Mr. G. R. Sims, when he saw the first numbers of that abominable +publication, piously turned up the whites of his eyes, and declared his +opinion that no English Freethinker, however extreme, would think of +reproducing or imitating them, there were found persons so utterly +abandoned as not to scruple at this unparalleled profanity. Several +of the French drawings were copied with more or less fidelity in the +_Freethinker_, a scandalous print, as the Christians love to describe +it, which has been prosecuted twice for Blasphemy, and whose editor, +proprietor and publisher, have been punished respectively with twelve, +nine and three months' imprisonment like common felons, all for the +glory and honor of God, for the satisfaction of his dear Son, and for +the vindication of the Holy Spirit. In many cases the French originals +could not be reproduced in England, owing to their Gallic flavor. A +Parisian artist, disporting himself among those highly moral histories +in the Bible which our youths and maidens discover with unerring +instinct, was not a spectacle which one could dare to exhibit before +the pious and chaste British public; any more than an English poet could +follow the lead of Evariste Parny in his "Guerre des Dieux" and "Les +Amours de la Bible." But many others were free from this objection, and +a selection of them served as a basis for the Freethinker artist to work +on. A few were copied pretty closely; some were elaborated and adapted +to our national taste; while others furnished a central suggestion, +which was treated in an independent manner. By-and-bye, as the insular +diffidence wore off, and the minds of the Freethinker staff played +freely on the subject, a new departure was taken; novel ideas were +worked out, and Holy Writ was ransacked for fresh comicalities. Dullards +prophesied a speedy exhaustion of Bible topics, but they did not know +how inexhaustible it is in absurdities. Properly read, it is the most +comical book in the world; and one might say of it, as Enobarbus says +of Cleopatra, that Age cannot wither it, nor custom stale; it's infinite +variety. + +The following Comic Bible Sketches, which will be succeeded in due +course by others, comprise all those worth preserving that appeared +in the Freethinker before its editor, proprietor and publisher were +imprisoned, including the drawings they were prosecuted for by that +pious guinea: pig, Sir Henry Tyler, who had his dirty fingers severely +rapped by Lord Coleridge, after spending several hundred pounds of +somebody's money in an unsuccessful Blasphemy prosecution, in order to +patch up his threadbare reputation, and perhaps also with a faint hope +of cheating the Almighty into reserving him a front-seat ticket for the +dress-circle in heaven. + +The French Comic Bible prints under each illustration a few crisp lines +of satiric narrative. This plan has its advantages; it allows, for +instance, the writer's pen to curvet as well as the artist's pencil. But +it is after all less effective than the plan we have adopted. We merely +give each picture a comprehensive and striking title, and print beneath +it the Bible text which is illustrated. By this means the satire is +greatly heightened. Not even the sentences of a Voltaire could so +illuminate and emphasise the grotesqueness of each topic as this +juxtaposition of the solemnly absurd Scripture with the gaily absurd +illustration. + +The same spirit has animated us in designing the pictures. Our object +has been to take the Bible text always as our basis, to include +no feature which is contradicted by it, and to introduce as many +comicalities and anachronisms as possible consistently with this rule. +We are therefore able to defy criticism. Bibliolators may vituperate us, +persecute us, or imprison us, but they cannot refute us.. We can safely +challenge them to prove that a single incident happened otherwise than +we have depicted it. We can candidly say to them--"The thing must have +happened in some way, as to which the Divine Word is silent; this is our +view,--What is yours?" And we humbly submit that our speculations are +as valid as our neighbors'. Nothing but the insanest bigotry in favor of +their own conjectures could lead them to quarrel with us for expounding +ours. If they can shame us with explicit disproofs from Holy Writ, let +them do so; but what right have they to set up their carnal imaginings +and uninspired theories as the ultimate criteria of truth? + +Those who object to any employment of satire on "sacred" subjects should +not go beyond the Preface of this book. It is not for them, nor are they +for it; and they are warned in the hall of what they must expect in the +various chambers. But if they neglect the warning they should take the +responsibility. It will be simply indecent if they turn round afterwards +and assail us with unmerited abuse. + +For the sake of those who proceed in a spirit of impartial candor and +honest inquiry, we beg to offer a little further explanation. + +We honestly admit that our purpose is to discredit the Bible as +the infallible word of God. Believing as we do, with Voltaire, that +despotism can never be abolished without destroying the dogmas on which +it rests, and that the Bible is the grand source and sanction of them +all, we are profoundly anxious to expose its pretentions. The educated +classes already see through them, and the upper classes credit them +just as little, although they dare not openly profess a scepticism which +would imperil their privileges. But the multitude are still left to the +manipulation of priests, credulous victims of the Black Army everywhere +arrayed against freedom and progress. It is to liberate these from +thraldom that we labor, sacrifice and suffer. Without being indifferent +to what the world calls success, we acknowledge the sovereignty of +loftier aims. Compared with the advancement of Freethought everything +else is to us of trivial moment. It may interest, and perhaps surprise, +some to learn that for the famous Christmas Number of the Freethinker +which was successfully prosecuted, the editor received absolutely +nothing for his work except twelve months' imprisonment, while the +then registered proprietor, who suffered nine months of the same fate, +actually shared with him a pecuniary loss of five pounds. We are really +in deadly earnest, like all the greater soldiers of freedom who preceded +us; and we employ our smaller resources of satire, as such giants as +Lucian, Rabelais, Erasmus, Voltaire and Heine used theirs, for ends +that reach far forward into the mighty future, and affect the welfare of +unimagined generations of mankind. + +Now the masses do not read learned disquisitions; they have no leisure +to make themselves adequately acquainted with the history of the Bible +documents; nor can they study comparative religion, trace out the +analogies between Christianity and older faiths, and realise how all +the elaborate developments of doctrine and ritual in modern creeds have +sprung from a few simple beliefs and practices of savage superstition. +But they are conversant with one or two cardinal ideas of science, and +they know the principles which underlie our daily life. What is called +common sense (the logic of common experience) is their philosophy, and +whoever seeks to move them must appeal to them through that. Strange as +it may appear, it is that very common sense which the clergy dread far +more than all the disclosures of learning and all the revelations of +science; the reason being, that learning and science are the privilege +of a few, while common sense is the possession of all, and affects the +very foundations of spiritual and political tyranny. + +Ridicule is a most potent form of common-sense logic. What is the +_reductio ad absurdum_ but an appeal to admitted truths against +plausible falsehoods? Reducing a thing to an absurdity is simply showing +its inconsistency with what is common to both sides in a dispute; and it +frequently means the exposure of a gross contradiction to the principles +of sanity. Laughter, too, as Hobbes pointed out, has always an element +of pride or contempt; being invariably accompanied by a feeling of +superiority to its object. Whoever laughs at an absurdity is above it. +He looks down on it from a loftier altitude than argument can reach. +The man who laughs is safe. He can never more be in danger, unless he +suffers fatty degeneration of the heart or fattier degeneration of the +head. Priestcraft nourishes hope in the scientific laboratory, and feels +only faint misgivings in academic halls; but it pales and withers at the +smile of scepticism, and hears in a low laugh the note of the trump of +doom. + +Ridicule can never injure truth. What it hurts must be false. Laugh at +the multiplication-table as much as you please, and twice two will still +make four. + +Pictorial ridicule has the immense advantage of visualising absurdities. +Lazy minds, or those accustomed to regard a subject with the reverence +of prejudice, read without realising. But the picture supplies the +deficiency of their imagination, translates words into things, and +enables them to see what had else been only a vague sound. + +Christians read the Bible without realising its wonders, allowing +themselves to be cheated with words. Mr. Herbert Spencer has remarked +that the image of the Almighty hand launching worlds into space is very +fine until you try to form a mental picture of it, when it is found to +be utterly irrealisable. In the same way, the Creation Story is passable +until you image the Lord making a clay man and blowing up his nose; +or the story of Samson until you picture him slaying file after file of +well-armed soldiers with the jaw-bone of a costermonger's pony. + +Let it be observed that these Comic Bible Sketches ridicule nothing but +miracles. Mr. Mathew Arnold has said that the Bible miracles are only +fairy tales (very poor ones, by the way) and their reign is doomed. We +only seek to hasten their deposition. Whatever the Bible contains of +truth, goodness and beauty, we prize as well as its blindest devotees. +But this valuable deposit of antiquity would be more useful if cleared +of the rubbish of superstition. It is not the good, but the evil parts +of the Bible, that are supported by its supernaturalism. Why should +civilised Englishmen go walking about in Hebrew Old-Clothes? Let us heed +Carlyle's stern monition:--"The Jew old-clothes having now grown fairly +pestilential, a poisonous incumbrance in the path of of men, burn them +up with revolutionary fire." + +A word in conclusion. The editor of the "Manchester Examiner," writing +over the well-Known signature of "Verax," recently published a long +article, censuring the policy of aggressive Freethought, and declaring +that to laugh at the absurdities of the Bible was to insult the human +race. We might as well, he said, laugh at our poor ancestors, the +ancient Britons, for all their mistakes and follies. Well, when the +ancient Jews are not only dead, but buried like the ancient Britons; +when their mistakes and follies are no longer palmed off on unsuspecting +children, and imposed on grown-up men and women, as divine immortal +truths; we will cease ridiculing them, and devote our attention to +worthier objects. What, would "Verax" say if an ancient Briton, dressed +in a full suit of war-paint, were to walk through the Manchester +streets, boasting himself the pink of fashion, and insulting peaceable +citizens who refused to patronise his tailor? Would he not write a racy +article on the absurd phenomenon, and ask why the police tolerated such +a nuisance? In like manner we publish our Comic Bible Sketches, and +summon the police of thought to remove those ancient Jews who still +infest our mental thoroughfares. + +April, 1885. + +G. W. FOOTE + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30260.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30260.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..89d5bcdc4c2184b0a6b564f8f514833d0f9feb14 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30260.txt @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS + +MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Volume 14, No. 10, pp. 135-138, 2 figs. + +April 30, 1962 + + +A New Doglike Carnivore, Genus Cynarctus, +From the Clarendonian, Pliocene, of Texas + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and WALTER W. DALQUEST + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + +LAWRENCE + +1962 + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch, +Theodore H. Eaton, Jr. + + +Volume 14, No. 10, pp. 135-138, 2 figs. +Published April 30, 1962 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY + +JEAN M. NEIBARGER, STATE PRINTER + +TOPEKA, KANSAS + +1962 + +29-2890 + + + + +A New Doglike Carnivore, Genus Cynarctus, +From the Clarendonian, Pliocene, of Texas + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and WALTER W. DALQUEST + + +A study of a right maxilla bearing P3-M1 and part of a right mandibular +ramus bearing m2 (see figures) reveals the existence of an unnamed +species of cynarctine carnivore. It may be known as: + +=Cynarctus fortidens= new species + + _Holotype._--Right maxilla bearing P3, P4, and M1, No. 11353 + KU; bluff on west side of Turkey Creek, approximately 75 + feet above stream, Raymond Farr Ranch, Center NE, NE, S. 48 + Blk. C-3, E. L. and R. R. Ry. Co., Donley County, Texas + [approximately 6.5 miles north and 1 mile east of + Clarendon], Clarendon fauna, Early Pliocene age. Obtained by + W. W. Dalquest, on June 25, 1960. + + _Referred material._--Fragment of right lower mandible + bearing m2, No. 11354 KU (see fig. 2), found about two feet + horizontally distant from the holotype in the same stratum + as the holotype and on the same date by the same collector + (a staff member of the Department of Biology of Midwestern + University, Wichita Falls, Texas). + +[Illustration: FIG. 1. _Cynarctus fortidens_, No. 11353 KU (Midwestern +Univ. No. 2044). Lateral view of holotype × 1, and occlusal view of +check-teeth × 2.] + +[Illustration: FIG. 2. _Cynarctus fortidens_, No. 11354 KU (Midwestern +Univ. No. 2045). Lateral view of right lower mandible and m2 × 1 and +oblique occlusal view of m2 × 2.] + + _Diagnosis._--Size large (see measurements); no accessory + cusp between protocone and paracone of fourth upper + premolar; first upper molar longer than broad and lacking + cingulum on part of tooth lingual to protocone. + + _Comparisons._--From _Cynarctus crucidens_ Barbour and Cook + (see page 225 of Two New Fossil Dogs of the Genus Cynarctus + from Nebraska. Nebraska Geol. Surv., 4(pt. 15):223-227, + 1914; also pages 330 and 338 of Dental Morphologie of the + Procyonidae with a Description of Cynarctoides, Gen. Nov. + Geol. Ser. Field Mus. Nat. Hist., 6:323-339, 10 figs., + October 31, 1938) _C. fortidens_ differs in lacking, instead + of having, an accessory cusp between the protocone and + paracone of the fourth upper premolar and in lacking, + instead of having, a cingulum on the part of P4 that is + internal (lingual) to the protocone. + + _Remarks._--The lower jaw and its second molar seem to be + from an individual significantly larger than the holotype. + Possibly the lower jaw and upper jaw are from two species but + the lower jaw probably is from a male and the upper jaw from + a female of the same species. + + Reasons for regarding _Cynarctus_ as belonging to the family + Canidae instead of to the family Procyonidae have been stated + recently in detail by E. C. Galbreath (Remarks on + _Cynarctoides acridens_ from the Miocene of Colorado. Trans. + Kansas Acad. Sci., 59(3):373-378, 1 fig., October 31, 1956) + and need not be repeated here. Although some uncertainty + remains as to the familial position of _Cynarctus_, we favor + Galbreath's view that the genus belongs in the family + Canidae. + + The holotype of _Cynarctus crucidens_ is from Williams + Canyon, Brown County, Nebraska. According to C. B. Schultz + (_in litt._, December 6, 1961), Williams Canyon is a + tributary of Plumb Creek; the upper part of the Valentine + formation and the younger lower part of the Ash Hollow + formation are exposed in Williams Canyon; which one of these + formations yielded the holotype of _C. crucidens_ is unknown. + + On the basis of the correlation chart (Pl. 1 in Nomenclature + and Correlation of the North American Continental Tertiary. + Bull. Geol. Soc. Amer., 52(pt. 1):1-48, 1941) by H. E. Wood + 2nd _et al._, _C. fortidens_ and _C. crucidens_ are + equivalent in age or _C. fortidens_ is the younger. + + The rounded summits of the principal cusps of the teeth of + _C. fortidens_ suggests that it was mainly frugivorous + instead of carnivorous--more frugivorous by far than the + living gray fox, _Urocyon cinereoargenteus_, that is known to + eat substantial amounts of fruits and berries. Indeed, no + other canid that we know of has teeth so much adapted to a + frugivorous diet as are those of _C. fortidens_. Its degree + of adaptation to a frugivorous diet is more than in the + procyonid genus _Nasua_ but less than in the procyonid genus + _Bassaricyon_. + + _Measurements_ (of crowns) of _C. fortidens_.--P3-M1, length, + 25.8 (millimeters); P4-M1, 18.9; P3, length, 6.2; P3, + breadth, 2.8; P4, length of outer border, 9.3; P4, breadth, + 7.05; M1, length, 9.7; M1, breadth, 9.3; m2, length, 10.3; + m2, breadth, 6.6; depth of mandible at posterior end of m2, + 17; thickness of mandible, 7.1. + + +_Transmitted February 21, 1962._ + + +29-2890 + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30297.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30297.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9472b47c05b07382335e492b6e4b5e64698c7617 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30297.txt @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS + +MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Volume 14, No. 17, pp. 483-491, 2 figs. +March 2, 1964 + + +Records of the Fossil Mammal +Sinclairella, Family Apatemyidae, +From the Chadronian and Orellan + + +BY + +WILLIAM A. CLEMENS, JR. + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +LAWRENCE +1964 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch, +Theodore H. Eaton, Jr. + +Volume 14, No. 17, pp. 483-491, 2 figs. +Published March 2, 1964 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +HARRY (BUD) TIMBERLAKE, STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS + +1964 + + +29-8587 + + + + +Records of the Fossil Mammal +Sinclairella, Family Apatemyidae, +From the Chadronian and Orellan + +BY + +WILLIAM A. CLEMENS, JR. + + +Introduction + + +The family Apatemyidae has a long geochronological range in North +America, beginning in the Torrejonian land-mammal age, but is +represented by a relatively small number of fossils found at a few +localities. Two fossils of Orellan age, found in northeastern Colorado +and described here, demonstrate that the geochronological range of the +Apatemyidae extends into the Middle Oligocene. Isolated teeth of +_Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, part of a sample of a Chadronian +local fauna collected by field parties from the Webb School of +California, are also described. + + I thank Mr. Raymond M. Alf, Webb School of California, + Claremont, California, and Dr. Peter Robinson, University of + Colorado Museum, Boulder, Colorado, for permitting me to + describe the fossils they discovered. Also Dr. Robinson made + available the draft of a short paper he had prepared on the + tooth found in Weld County, Colorado; his work was + facilitated by a grant from the University of Colorado + Council on Research and Creative Work. I also gratefully + acknowledge receipt of critical data and valuable comments + from Drs. Edwin C. Galbreath, Glenn L. Jepsen, and Malcolm + C. McKenna who is currently revising the Paleocene + apatemyids and studying the phylogenetic relationships of + the family. The prefixes of catalogue numbers used in the + text identify fossils in the collections of the following + institutions: KU, Museum of Natural History, The University + of Kansas, Lawrence; Princeton, Princeton Museum, Princeton, + New Jersey; RAM-UCR, Raymond Alf Museum, Webb School of + California, Claremont, California (the permanent repository + for these specimens will be the University of California, + Riverside); and UCM, University of Colorado Museum, Boulder, + Colorado. The system of notations for teeth prescribed for + use here is as follows: teeth in the upper half of the + dentition are designated by a capital letter and a number; + thus M2 is the notation for the upper second molar; teeth in + the lower half of the dentition are designated by a + lower-case letter and a number; thus p2 is the notation for + the lower second premolar. + + + + +Family APATEMYIDAE Matthew, 1909 + +Genus =Sinclairella= Jepsen, 1934 + +=Sinclairella dakotensis= Jepsen, 1934 + + +The type of the species, Princeton no. 13585, was discovered in +Chadronian strata of the upper part of the Chadron Formation cropping +out in Big Corral Draw, approximately 13 miles south-southwest of +Scenic, in southwestern South Dakota (Jepsen, 1934, p. 291). Detailed +descriptions of the type specimen are given in papers by Jepsen (1934) +and Scott and Jepsen (1936). Isolated teeth of Chadronian age referable +to _Sinclairella dakotensis_ have been discovered subsequently at a +locality in Nebraska and fossils of Orellan age, also referable to _S. +dakotensis_, have been collected at two localities in Colorado. The +sample from each locality is described separately. + + +Sioux County, northwestern Nebraska + + _Material._--RAM-UCR nos. 381, left M1; 598, left m2; 1000, + right m1; 1001, right m2; 1079, right m2; 1674, right M2; + and 3013, left m2. + + _Locality and stratigraphy._--These Chadronian fossils were + discovered by Raymond Alf and members of his field parties + in several harvester ant mounds built in exposures of the + Chadron Formation in Sec. 26, T 33 N, R 53 W, Sioux County, + Nebraska (Alf, 1962, and Hough and Alf, 1958). This is UCR + locality V5403. The collectors carefully considered the + possibility that some of the fossils found in the ant mounds + were collected from younger strata by the harvester ants and + concluded this was unlikely (Alf, personal communication). + + _Description and comments._--The cusps of RAM-UCR no. 381, a + left M1, are sharp and the wear-facets resulting from + occlusion with the lower dentition are small. The paraconule + is a low, ill-defined cusp on the anterior margin of the + crown; a metaconule is not present. A smooth stylar shelf is + present labial to the metacone. The crown was supported by + three roots. There are no interradicular crests. + + The crown of RAM-UCR no. 1674, a right M2, is heavily + abraded and many morphological details of the cusps have + been destroyed. Low interradicular crests linked the three + roots of the tooth with a low, central prominence. As was + the case with RAM-UCR no. 381, no significant differences + could be found in comparisons with illustrations of the + teeth preserved in Princeton no. 13585. + + RAM-UCR nos. 598, 1001, 1079, and 3013 all appear to be + m2's. The talonids of these teeth are not elongated, their + trigonids have quadrilateral outlines, and the paraconids + are small but prominent, bladelike cusps. The trigonid of + RAM-UCR 1000 is elongated and the paraconid is a minute + cusp; the tooth closely resembles the m1 of the type of + _Sinclairella dakotensis_. + + +Logan County, northeastern Colorado + + _Material._--KU no. 11210 (fig. 1), a fragment of a left + maxillary containing P4 and M1-2. + + _Locality and stratigraphy._--The fossil was found in the + center of the W-1/2, Sec. 21, T 11 N, R 53 W, Logan County, + Colorado, "... in the bed below _Agnotocastor_ bed, Cedar + Creek Member...." (Ronald H. Pine, 1958, field notes on file + at the University of Kansas). The bed so defined is part of + unit 3 in the lower division of the Cedar Creek Member, as + subdivided by Galbreath (1953:25) in stratigraphic section + XII. The fauna obtained from unit 3 is of Orellan age. + +[Illustration: FIG. 1. _Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, KU no. 11210, +fragment of left maxillary with P4 and M1-2; Orellan, Logan County, +Colorado; drawings by Mrs. Judith Hood: a, labial view; b, occlusal +view; both approximately × 9.] + + _Description and comments._--P4 of KU no. 11210 has a large + posterolingual cusp separated from the main cusp by a + distinct groove, which deepens posteriorly. The + posterolingual cusp is supported by the broad posterior + root. P4 of the type specimen of _Sinclairella dakotensis_ + is described (Jepsen, 1934, p. 392) as having an oval + outline at the base of the crown, and a small, + posterolingual cusp. A chip of enamel is missing from the + posterior slope of the main cusp of the P4 of KU no. 11210. + The anterior slope of the main cusp is flattened, possibly + the result of wear, and there is no evidence of a groove + like that present on the P4 of the type specimen. + + Only a few differences were found between the molars + preserved in KU no. 11210 and their counterparts in the type + specimen. A stylar shelf is present labial to the metacone + of M1 of KU no. 11210, but, unlike the type, its surface is + smooth and there is no evidence of cusps. Of the three small + stylar cusps on the stylar shelf of M2 the smallest is in + the position of a mesostyle. The M2 lacks a chip of enamel + from the lingual surface of the hypocone. Unlike the M2 of + Princeton no. 13585, in occlusal view the posterior margin + of the M2 of KU no. 11210 is convex posterior to the + metacone. The anterior edge of the base of the zygomatic + arch of KU no. 11210 was dorsal to M2. The shallow oval + depression in the maxillary dorsal to M1 might be the result + of post-mortem distortion. + + The molars preserved in KU no. 11210 and their counterparts + in the type specimen do not appear to be significantly + different in size (table 1) or morphology of the cusps. The + only difference between the two specimens that might be of + classificatory significance is the difference in size of the + posterolingual cusp of P4. At present the range of + intraspecific variation in the morphology of P4 has not been + documented for any species of apatemyid. The evolutionary + trend or trends of the apatemyids (McKenna, 1960, p. 48) for + progressive reduction of function of p4 probably were + paralleled by similar trends in the evolution of the P4. If + so, the intraspecific variation in the morphology of P4 + could be expected to be somewhat greater than that of the + upper molars, for example. The morphological difference + between the P4's of the type of _Sinclairella dakotensis_ + and KU no. 11210 is not extreme and does not exceed the + range of intraspecific variation that could be expected for + this element of the dentition. The close resemblances in + size and morphology between the M1-2 of Princeton no. 13585 + and KU no. 11210 also favor identification of the latter as + part of a member of an Orellan population of _Sinclairella + dakotensis_. + + +Weld County, northeastern Colorado + +[Illustration: FIG. 2. _Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, UCM no. 21073, +right M2; Orellan, Weld County, Colorado; drawing by Mrs. Judith Hood: +occlusal view, approximately × 9.] + + _Material._--UCM no. 20173 (fig. 2), is a right M2. + + _Locality and stratigraphy._--The tooth was discovered at + the Mellinger locality, Sec. 17, T 11 N, R 65 W, Weld + County, Colorado. The Mellinger locality is in the Cedar + Creek Member, White River Formation, and its fauna is + considered to be of Orellan age (Patterson and McGrew, 1937, + and Galbreath, 1953). + + _Description and comments._--UCM no. 21073, which is more + heavily abraded than KU no. 11210, shows no evidence of a + stylar cusp either anterolabial to the metacone or in the + position of a mesostyle. A small stylar cusp is present + anterolabial to the paracone. A notch that appears to have + been cut through the enamel of the posterolabial corner of + the crown could have received the parastylar apex of M3. A + similar notch is not present on the M2 of KU no. 11210 nor + indicated in the illustrations of the M2 of Princeton no. + 13585. The coronal dimensions of UCM no. 21073 (table 1) do + not appear to differ significantly from those of the M2's of + KU no. 11210 and the type specimen of _Sinclairella + dakotensis_. + + +Comments + +With the discovery of Orellan apatemyids the geochronological range of +the family in North America is shown to extend from the Torrejonian +through the Orellan land-mammal ages. The discoveries reported here +enlarge the Oligocene record of apatemyids to include not only the type +specimen of _Sinclairella dakotensis_, a skull and associated mandible +from South Dakota, but also seven isolated teeth, representing at least +two individuals, from a Chadronian fossil locality in Nebraska and one +specimen from each of two Orellan fossil localities in northeastern +Colorado. Simpson (1944:73, and 1953:127) presented tabulations of the +published records of American apatemyids and suggested the data +indicated the populations of these mammals were of small size +throughout the history of the family. The few pre-Oligocene occurrences +of apatemyids described subsequently (note McKenna, 1960, figs. 3-10, +and p. 48) and occurrences described here tend to reinforce Simpson's +interpretation. This interpretation may have to be modified to some +degree, however, when current studies of collections of pre-Oligocene +apatemyids are completed (McKenna, personal communication). + +Although information concerning the evolutionary trends of American +apatemyids has been published, no data on the morphological variation +in a population are available in the literature. An adequate basis for +evaluating the significance of the morphological differences between +the P4's of Princeton no. 13585 and KU no. 12110 coupled with the +similarities of their M1-2's is lacking. In the evolution of American +apatemyids the P4 underwent reduction in size and, apparently, +curtailment of function. This history suggests the range of +morphological variation of P4 in populations of _Sinclairella +dakotensis_ could be expected to be greater than that of the molars and +encompass the morphological differences between the P4's of Princeton +no. 13585 and KU no. 12110. The difference in age of the Chadronian and +Orellan fossils does not constitute proof that they pertain to +different species. Although the identification is admittedly +provisional until more fossils including other parts of the skeleton +are discovered, the Orellan fossils described here are referred to +_Sinclairella dakotensis_. + + +TABLE 1.--MEASUREMENTS (IN MILLIMETERS) OF TEETH OF SINCLAIRELLA +DAKOTENSIS JEPSEN. + +========================================================================== + | P4 | M1 | M2 +-----------------------+------------+------------------+------------------ + |length|width|length[1]|width[1]|length[1]|width[1] +-----------------------+------+-----+---------+--------+---------+-------- +Princeton no. 13585[2] | 2.1 | 1.1 | 4.0 | 3.7 | 3.4 | 4.7 +RAM no. 381 | | | 4.1 | 3.5 | | +RAM no. 1674 | | | | | 3.4 | 4.2 +KU no. 11210 | 2.4 | 1.6 | 3.9 | 3.5 | 3.8 | 4.1+ +UCM no. 21073 | | | | | 3.6 | 4.1 +-----------------------+------+-----+---------+--------+---------+-------- + | m1 | m2 + +---------+--------+---------+-------- + | length | width | length | width + +---------+--------+---------+-------- +Princeton no. 13585[3] | 3.5 | 2.4 | 3.7 | 2.8 +RAM no. 1000 | 3.5 | 2.2 | | +RAM no. 598 | | | 3.8 | 2.6 +RAM no. 1001 | | | 3.6+ | 2.6 +RAM no. 1079 | | | 4.0 | 2.8 +RAM no. 3013 | | | 3.6 | 2.8 +------------------------------------+---------+--------+---------+-------- + +[Footnote 1: Length defined as maximum dimension of the labial half of +the crown measured parallel to a line drawn through the apices of +paracone and metacone. Width defined as maximum coronal dimension +measured along line perpendicular to line defined by apices of paracone +and metacone.] + +[Footnote 2: Dimensions provided by Dr. Glenn L. Jepsen.] + +[Footnote 3: Dimensions taken from Jepsen (1934:300).] + + + + +Literature Cited + +ALF, R. + 1962. A new species of the rodent _Pipestoneomys_ from the + Oligocene of Nebraska. Breviora, Mus. Comp. Zool., no. 172, + pp. 1-7, 3 figs. + +GALBREATH, E. C. + 1953. A contribution to the Tertiary geology and paleontology + of northeastern Colorado. Univ. Kansas Paleont. Cont., + Vertebrata, art. 4, pp. 1-120, 2 pls., 26 figs. + +HOUGH, J., and ALF, R. + 1958. A Chadron mammalian fauna from Nebraska. Journ. Paleon. + 30:132-140, 4 figs. + +JEPSEN, G. L. + 1934. A revision of the American Apatemyidae and the description + of a new genus, _Sinclairella_, from the White River + Oligocene of South Dakota. Proc. Amer. Philos. Soc., + 74:287-305, 3 pls., 4 figs. + +MCKENNA, M. C. + 1960. Fossil Mammalia from the early Wasatchian Four Mile fauna, + Eocene of northwest Colorado. Univ. California Publ. in + Geol. Sci., 37:1-130, 64 figs. + +MATTHEW, W. D. + 1909. The Carnivora and Insectivora of the Bridger Basin, Middle + Eocene. Mem. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 9:289-567, pls. 42-52, + 118 figs. + +PATTERSON, B. and MCGREW, P. O. + 1937. A soricid and two erinaceids from the White River Oligocene. + Geol. Ser., Field Mus. Nat. Hist., 6:245-272, figs. 60-74. + +SCOTT, W. B. and JEPSEN, G. L. + 1936. The mammalian fauna of the White River Oligocene--Part I. + Insectivora and Carnivora. Trans. Amer. Philos. Soc., n. s., + 28:1-153, 22 pls., 7 figs. + +SIMPSON, G. G. + 1944. Tempo and mode in evolution. New York: Columbia Univ. Press, + xviii + 237 pp., 36 figs. + + 1953. The major features of evolution. New York: Columbia Univ. + Press, xx + 434 pp., 52 figs. + +_Transmitted June 24, 1963._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30328.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30328.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f49c9c055c9db735985a16542da28c6f32bd2920 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30328.txt @@ -0,0 +1,508 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: Characters following ^ are superscript. + + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + + A BOOK OF + CHEERFUL CATS + AND OTHER + ANIMATED ANIMALS + + BY J. G. FRANCIS + + + + + A BOOK OF + CHEERFUL CATS + AND OTHER ANIMATED ANIMALS + + BY + J. G. FRANCIS + + + THE CENTURY CO. NEW YORK + + + + +Copyright, 1879, 1880, 1881, 1882, 1883, 1884, 1885, 1886, 1887, +1890, 1892, 1903, by ELSIE W. FRANCIS + + +Printed in U.S.A. + + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + + Some Cat-land fancies, drawn and dressed + To cheer your mind when it's depressed. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: CONTENTS] + + + Page + SOME FUN WITH A TOY SPIDER 1 + THE TEA-PARTY 2 + A MUSICAL EVENING 3 + THE GIRAFFE RIDE 4-5 + A VERY HAPPY FAMILY 6 + A DUTIFUL PARENT 7 + A CASE OF HIGHWAY ROBBERY 8-9 + "THEY DIDN'T HAVE A PENNY" 10 + THE REFORMED LION 11 + QUITS 12 + THE GENIAL GRIMALKIN 13 + EUCHRED! 14 + THE BICYCLE RIDE 15 + STUDY OF HEDGEHOG STEALING APPLE 16 + THE LION IN THE BARBER-SHOP 17 + THE BALD EAGLE AND THE BARBER 18 + THE SPRING CURTAIN 19-21 + "'T IS A PERFECT PICNIC DAY!" 22 + "A TAM O' SHANTER DOG" 23 + THE DONKEY AND HIS COMPANY 24-28 + LATE! 29 + PICTURES WITH A MORAL FOR BOYS AND DOGS 30-31 + Y^E JOYFUL OWL 32 + A QUEER BARBER-SHOP 33 + THE CAT AND THE CREAM 34 + STORY OF THE CATNIP BALL 35-36 + THE PRICKLY PIG, THE PUG AND PARD 37 + MATERNAL COUNSEL 38 + COASTING CATS 39 + THE ELEPHANT JUGGLER 40 + A SEA CHANGE 41 + A MEDICAL OPINION 42 + A NEEDLESS APPREHENSION 43 + THE CAT-O'-NINE-TAILS 44 + A HAPPY NEW YEAR 45 + +[Illustration] + + + * * * * * + + + + +A BOOK OF CHEERFUL CATS + + + + +[Illustration: Some Fun with a Toy Spider.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + A little Girl asked some Kittens to tea + To meet some Dolls from France; + And the Mother came, too, to enjoy a view + And afterwards play for the dance. + But the Kittens were rude & grabbed their food + And treated the Dolls with jeers; + Which caused the Mother an aching heart + And seven or eight large tears. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Sing, sing! What shall we sing? + The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string. + + + + +[Illustration] + + They were happy and did laugh + When their friend, the big Giraffe, + Tried his speed along the highway with the cars. + +[Illustration] + + But their joy was turned to grief + When their charger bit a leaf + That was growing in a region near the stars. + + + + +[Illustration: STUPENDOUS AGGREGATION OF MIRACULOUS MARVELS] + + THE + MUSICAL LAMB + ORPHEUS + + JUMA + THE JUGGLER + + LADY BLANCHE + THE COLOSSAL + FAT CAT + + ONLY LIVING + FIVE EARED + LITERARY RABBIT + + + + +A DUTIFUL PARENT. + + Cried a cat to his wife, "See, my dear, + The superlative Circus is here! + With the children we'll go,--'tis our duty, you know, + Their young minds to enlighten and cheer." + + + + +[Illustration: A CASE OF HIGHWAY ROBBERY] + + Said a Cat to his sons, "I should deem + This blithe Picture-Book Boy carried cream." + +[Illustration] + + "Let us give him a scare, + So he'll leave it right there." + + This will show the success of the scheme. + + + + +[Illustration] + + THEY DIDN'T HAVE A PENNY, + AND COULDN'T BORROW ANY, + AND THEY OWED EXACTLY HALF A DIME FOR COAL; + SO THEY SAID, "WE'LL RUN AWAY,"-- + WHEN A GOOSE CAME OUT TO SAY: + "YOU MUST PAY TWO CENTS APIECE ALL 'ROUND FOR TOLL!" + + + + +[Illustration] + + A Raging, Roaring Lion, of a Lamb-devouring kind, + Reformed and led a sweet, submissive life. + For with face all steeped in smiles + He propelled a Lamb for miles, + And he wed a woolly Spinster for a wife. + + + + +[Illustration: Quits.] + + + + +[Illustration: The Genial Grimalkin] + + There was an old Cat named Macduff + Who could joke till you cried, "Hold, enough!" + His Wife and his Child so persistently smiled + That their cheeks got a permanent puff. + + + + +[Illustration: Euchred!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + "OH, dear Papa!" three children cried. + "You promised don't you know? + That next when you should take a ride + All three of us should go." + "I DID," that father said. "You know + I never speak at random. + So get your roller-skates. We'll go + Off in a tearing tandem!" + + + + +[Illustration: Study of Hedgehog Stealing Apple.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + A Lion emerged from his lair + For a short summer cut to his hair. + But the Barber he wept; + While his customers slept + As they waited their turn in the chair. + + + + +[Illustration] + + When the Barber at last shut his shop, + From the clouds a Bald Eagle did drop, + To purchase a lotion, + A brush, or some "notion" + To make the hair grow on his top. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Spring Curtain. A drama in five acts. + +1. Which? + +2. The Choice. + +[Illustration] + +3. The Rivals. + +4. "Ha, the Spring Curtain!" + +[Illustration] + +5. Revenge. + + + + +[Illustration] + + "'T is a perfect picnic day!" the little dog did say, + As he found his friends all ready for the train, + "Still, I thought 't would ease your mind + Not to leave this thing behind,-- + For you know a bonnet suffers so from rain." + + + + +[Illustration] + + A Tam o' Shanter Dog + And a plaintive piping Frog, + With a Cat whose one extravagance was clothes, + Went to see a Bounding Bug + Dance a jig upon a rug, + While a Beetle balanced bottles on his nose. + + + + +[Illustration: The Donkey and his Company.] + +A desultory Dog once met a discontented Donkey who could form no +plans for his summer vacation. "Why not go with me to Bayreuth?" +said the Dog. "We'll hear some music there, besides meeting all +our friends." "Agreed," cried the Donkey; "'t is a happy thought." +And they shook hands on it. + +[Illustration] + +On the way they met a fashionable Cat, and also a proud and +sensitive young Fowl, who both declared they had long desired to +go to Bayreuth. And so the four walked on in company. + +[Illustration] + +About noon the second day they suddenly stopped to listen, for +they heard distant music. "That must be the ending of an overture," +said the Dog. "I should judge by the sound we were now about three +miles from the Opera House." + +[Illustration] + +Arriving at the Opera House, they found all the seats were sold, +and that they could gain no admittance; and this so disappointed +the sensitive Fowl that the others kindly assisted him to look in +at an upper window. + +The music which poured from the building now so stirred them that +they simultaneously burst into song. + +[Illustration] + +After the opera they all went to the Inn, where they had an excellent +dinner, and then spent the evening in happy festivity. + +[Illustration] + +Their musical sensibilities were now so quickened that they resolved +to give a concert themselves, which was a great success and aroused +immense enthusiasm. + + + + +[Illustration: Late!] + + + + +[Illustration: Pictures with a Moral for Boys and Dogs. I.] + +[Illustration: II.] + +[Illustration: III.] + + + + +[Illustration: Y^e JOYFUL OWL.] + + An Owl, with a Visage of Joy, + Once Chassed a Kate Greenaway Boy. + "'T will Break In my New Shoes, + And my Children Amuse;"-- + And it Did:--but Alas! for y^e Boy. + + + + +[Illustration: A Queer Barber-Shop.] + + + + +[Illustration: Scene I.] + +[Illustration: Scene II.] + + + + +[Illustration: Story of the Catnip Ball. The Beginning.] + +[Illustration: The End.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Prickly Pig, the Pug and Pard + Try to surprise the Nubian Bard. + He only smiles, with gesture kind,-- + Wild flights do not disturb his mind. + + + + +[Illustration: MATERNAL COUNSEL] + + Said a Sheep to her child, "My dear Ruth, + Such precipitate haste is uncouth. + When you come down a stair + Use more caution and care, + And restrain this wild impulse of youth." + + + + +[Illustration] + + O, coasting Cats! my nerves you thrill + As in your box you bounce and fly! + If Jack and Jill are down this hill, + + I think you'll meet them presently. + And they may feel constrained to say + That yours is quite a sudden way. + + + + +[Illustration] + + An Elephant sat on some kegs + And juggled glass bottles and eggs. + And he said. "I surmise + This occasions surprise,-- + But, oh dear, how it tires one's legs!" + + + + +[Illustration: A Sea Change] + + They strolled at sunset down the beach and perched upon some piles, + And sang about the Summer Sea--which then was out for miles. + By eight o'clock the Summer Sea was flowing towards the shore, + And then, I think, they all got down and sang of it no more. + + + + +[Illustration: A Medical Opinion] + + The Infant Camel felt depressed,-- + A case of doleful dumps. + The Doctor said, "It seems to me + His back has got the mumps." + + This diagnosis did divert + The Nurse, a Kangaroo, + And she did tell it to the Cat, + And he smiled somewhat, too. + + + + +[Illustration: A Needless Apprehension.] + + A shipwrecked Spoonbill always has a shock + When he sees a Wigbird wading towards his rock. + + + + +[Illustration] + + It makes a Cat-o'-Nine-Tails simply smile, + When a Peacock tries the Neighbors to beguile. + + + + +[Illustration: A HAPPY NEW YEAR!] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30489.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30489.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7e577d7fd9928b158443014b67dfe8f7e0b534a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30489.txt @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ + + + Phrenological + DEVELOPMENT + of + ROBERT BURNS + + + BY + George Combe. + + + Engraved & Published by W. & A.K. Johnston, Edinburgh. April 1834. + _REPRINTED JANUARY 1859._ + + + + + PHRENOLOGICAL + DEVELOPMENT OF + ROBERT BURNS, + from a Cast of his skull + MOULDED AT DUMFRIES. + THE 31ST DAY OF MARCH 1834. + + With Remarks by + George Combe, + AUTHOR OF "A SYSTEM OF PHRENOLOGY,"--"THE CONSTITUTION OF MAN" &c. + + [Illustration: MAUSOLEUM, + Erected at Dumfries, to the Memory of + Robt Burns] + + Engraved & Published by W. & A.K. Johnston, Edinburgh 30 April 1834. + + Reprinted January 1859. + + + + +[Illustration: VIEWS OF THE SKULL OF ROBERT BURNS.] + + +[Illustration: KEY TO THE PHRENOLOGICAL ORGANS.] + + + + + OBSERVATIONS ON THE SKULL OF BURNS, + BY + GEORGE COMBE. + + +Robert Burns was born on 25th January 1759, and died at Dumfries on 21st +July 1796, in the 37th year of his age, and, on the 26th, was interred in +St Michael's Churchyard. Eighteen years afterwards, a Mausoleum was +erected by subscription to his memory in that cemetery; and, on the 19th +September 1815, his remains were privately exhumed and transferred to the +vault attached to it. Mrs Burns, the Poet's widow, having died on 26th +March 1834, the vault was opened for the purpose of depositing her remains +beside those of her husband; and the gentlemen who took charge of the +proceedings, being aware of the anxiety which had long been generally felt +to obtain a Cast of the Poet's Skull, resolved to avail themselves of the +opportunity to gratify this desire. The consent of the relatives having +been obtained, Mr M'Diarmid, the Editor of the _Dumfries Courier_, went +with several other gentlemen to the vault, and successfully effected their +purpose. + +The following description is written by Mr Archibald Blacklock, Surgeon: +"The cranial bones were perfect in every respect, if we except a little +erosion of their external table, and firmly held together by their +sutures; even the delicate bones of the orbits, with the trifling +exception of the _os unguis_ in the left, were sound and uninjured by +death and the grave. The superior maxillary bones still retained the four +most posterior teeth on each side, including the dentes sapienti√¶, and all +without spot or blemish; the incisores, cuspidati, &c., had, in all +probability, recently dropped from the jaw, for the alveoli were but +little decayed. The bones of the face and palate were also sound. Some +small portions of black hair, with a very few grey hairs intermixed, were +observed while detaching some extraneous matter from the occiput. Indeed, +nothing could exceed the high state of preservation in which we found the +bones of the cranium, or offer a fairer opportunity of supplying what has +so long been desiderated by Phrenologists--a correct model of our immortal +Poet's head; and in order to accomplish this in the most accurate and +satisfactory manner, every particle of sand or other foreign body was +carefully washed off, and the plaster-of-Paris applied with all the tact +and accuracy of an experienced artist. The Cast is admirably taken, and +cannot fail to prove highly interesting to Phrenologists and others. + +"Having completed our intention, the Skull, securely enclosed in a leaden +case, was again committed to the earth precisely where we found it. + + "ARCHD. BLACKLOCK." + DUMFRIES, _1st April 1834_. + + + + +CEREBRAL DEVELOPMENT OF BURNS. + + +I.--DIMENSIONS OF THE SKULL. + + Inches. + Greatest circumference, 22-1/4 + From Occipital Spine to Individuality, over the top of the head, 14 + ... Ear to Ear vertically over the top of the head, 13 + ... Philoprogenitiveness to Individuality (greatest length), 8 + ... Concentrativeness to Comparison, 7-1/8 + ... Ear to Philoprogenitiveness, 4-7/8 + ... Ear to Individuality, 4-3/4 + ... Ear to Benevolence, 5-1/2 + ... Ear to Firmness, 5-1/2 + ... Destructiveness to Destructiveness, 5-3/4 + ... Secretiveness to Secretiveness, 5-7/8 + ... Cautiousness to Cautiousness, 5-1/2 + ... Ideality to Ideality, 4-5/8 + ... Constructiveness to Constructiveness, 4-1/2 + ... Mastoid process to Mastoid process, 4-3/4 + + +II.--DEVELOPMENT OF THE ORGANS. + + Scale. + 1. Amativeness, rather large, 16 + 2. Philoprogenitiveness, very large, 20 + 3. Concentrativeness, large, 18 + 4. Adhesiveness, very large, 20 + 5. Combativeness, very large, 20 + 6. Destructiveness, large, 18 + 7. Secretiveness, large, 19 + 8. Acquisitiveness, rather large, 16 + 9. Constructiveness, full, 15 + 10. Self-Esteem, large, 18 + 11. Love of Approbation, very large, 20 + 12. Cautiousness, large, 19 + 13. Benevolence, very large, 20 + 14. Veneration, large, 18 + 15. Firmness, full, 15 + 16. Conscientiousness, full, 15 + 17. Hope, full, 14 + 18. Wonder, large, 18 + 19. Ideality, large, 18 + 20. Wit, or Mirthfulness, full, 15 + 21. Imitation, large, 19 + 22. Individuality, large, 19 + 23. Form, rather large, 16 + 24. Size, rather large, 17 + 25. Weight, rather large, 16 + 26. Colouring, rather large, 16 + 27. Locality, large, 18 + 28. Number, rather full, 12 + 29. Order, full, 14 + 30. Eventuality, large, 18 + 31. Time, rather large, 16 + 32. Tune, full, 15 + 33. Language, uncertain, + 34. Comparison, rather large, 17 + 35. Causality, large, 18 + +_The scale of the organs indicates their relative proportions to each +other; 2 is Idiotcy--10 Moderate--14 Full--18 Large--and 20 very Large._ + + +The cast of a Skull does not show the temperament of the individual, but +the portraits of Burns indicate the bilious and nervous temperaments--the +sources of strength, activity, and susceptibility; and the descriptions +given by his contemporaries of his beaming and energetic eye, and the +rapidity and impetuosity of his manifestations, establish the inference +that his brain was active and susceptible. + +Size in the brain, other conditions being equal, is the measure of mental +power. The Skull of Burns indicates a large brain. The length is 8, and +the greatest breadth nearly 6 inches. The circumference is 22-1/4 inches. +These measurements exceed the average of Scotch living heads, _including +the integuments_, for which four-eighths of an inch may be allowed. + +The brain of Burns, therefore, possessed the two elements of power and +activity. + +The portions of the brain which manifest the animal propensities are +uncommonly large, indicating strong passions, and great energy in action +under their influence. The group of organs manifesting the domestic +affections (Amativeness, Philoprogenitiveness, and Adhesiveness), is +large; Philoprogenitiveness uncommonly so for a male head. + +The organs of Combativeness and Destructiveness are large, bespeaking +great heat of temper, impatience, and liability to irritation. + +Secretiveness and Cautiousness are both large, and would confer +considerable power of restraint, where he felt restraint to be necessary. + +Acquisitiveness, Self-Esteem, and Love of Approbation, are also in ample +endowment, although the first is less than the other two; these feelings +give the love of property, a high consideration of self, and desire of the +esteem of others. The first quality will not be so readily conceded to +Burns as the second and third, which, indeed, were much stronger; but the +Phrenologist records what is presented by nature, in full confidence that +the manifestations, when the character is correctly understood, will be +found to correspond with the development, and he states that the brain +indicates considerable love of property. + +The organs of the moral sentiments are also largely developed. Ideality, +Wonder, Imitation, and Benevolence, are the largest in size. Veneration +also is large. Conscientiousness, Firmness, and Hope, are full. + +The Knowing organs, or those of perceptive intellect, are large; and the +organs of Reflection are also considerable, but less than the former. +Causality is larger than Comparison, and Wit is less than either. + +The Skull indicates the combination of strong animal passions, with +equally powerful moral emotions. If the natural morality had been less, +the endowment of the propensities is sufficient to have constituted a +character of the most desperate description. The combination, as it +exists, bespeaks a mind extremely subject to contending emotions--capable +of great good or great evil--and encompassed with vast difficulties in +preserving a steady, even, onward course of practical morality. + +In the combination of very large Philoprogenitiveness and Adhesiveness, +with very large Benevolence and large Ideality, we find the elements of +that exquisite tenderness and refinement, which Burns so frequently +manifested, even when at the worst stage of his career. In the combination +of great Combativeness, Destructiveness, and Self-Esteem, we find the +fundamental qualities which inspired "Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," and +similar productions. + +The combination of large Secretiveness, Imitation, and the Perceptive +organs, gives the elements of his dramatic talent and humour. The Skull +indicates a decided talent for Humour, but less for Wit. The public are +apt to confound the talents for Wit and Humour. The metaphysicians, +however, have distinguished them, and in the phrenological Works their +different elements are pointed out. Burns possessed the talent for satire: +Destructiveness, added to the combination which gives Humour, produces it. + +An unskilful observer looking at the forehead might suppose it to be +moderate in size; but when the dimensions of the anterior lobe, in both +length and breadth, are attended to, the Intellectual organs will be +recognised to have been large. The anterior lobe projects so much that it +gives an appearance of narrowness to the forehead which is not real. This +is the cause, also, why Benevolence appears to lie farther back than +usual. An anterior lobe of this magnitude indicates great Intellectual +power. The combination of large Perceptive and Reflecting organs +(Causality predominant), with large Concentrativeness and large organs of +the feelings, gives that sagacity and vigorous common sense for which +Burns was distinguished. + +The Skull rises high above Causality, and spreads wide in the region of +Ideality; the strength of his moral feelings lay in that region. + +The combination of large organs of the Animal Propensities, with large +Cautiousness, and only full Hope, together with the unfavourable +circumstances in which he was placed, accounts for the melancholy and +internal unhappiness with which Burns was so frequently afflicted. This +melancholy was rendered still deeper by bad health. + +The combination of Acquisitiveness, Cautiousness, Love of Approbation, and +Conscientiousness, is the source of his keen feelings in regard to +pecuniary independence. The great power of his Animal Propensities would +give him strong temptations to waste; but the combination just mentioned +would impose a powerful restraint. The head indicates the elements of an +economical character; and it is known that he died free from debt, +notwithstanding the smallness of his salary. + +No Phrenologist can look upon this head, and consider the circumstances in +which Burns was placed, without vivid feelings of regret. Burns must have +walked the earth with a consciousness of great superiority over his +associates in the station in which he was placed--of powers calculated for +a far higher sphere than that which he was able to reach--and of passions +which he could with difficulty restrain, and which it was fatal to +indulge. If he had been placed from infancy in the higher ranks of life, +liberally educated, and employed in pursuits corresponding to his powers, +the inferior portion of his nature would have lost part of its energy, +while his better qualities would have assumed a decided and permanent +superiority. + +The Drawings of the Skull are ably executed by GEORGE HARVEY, Esq., S.A. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30526.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30526.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c3cf132501c6286e7e5455bee68d96aa2cf7b72 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30526.txt @@ -0,0 +1,445 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + Characters following ^ are superscripted. + + + * * * * * + + + + + ILLUSTRATIONS + OF THE + BOOK OF JOB + + INVENTED AND ENGRAVED + BY WILLIAM BLAKE + + + A NEW EDITION + + + NEW YORK + D. APPLETON & COMPANY + 1903 + + + + +NOTE + + +This Issue is reproduced in reduced facsimile from the original Edition +published by William Blake in the year 1826. + + + + + [Illustration: + ILLUSTRATIONS of The BOOK of JOB + Invented & Engraved by William Blake 1825 + + London Published as the Act directs March 8:1825 + by William Blake N^o 3 Fountain Court, Strand] + + + * * * * * + + + + + [Illustration: + Our Father which art in Heaven hallowed be thy Name + + Thus did Job continually + + There was a Man in the Land of Uz whose Name was Job. & that Man was + perfect & upright & one that feared God & eschewed Evil & there was + born unto him Seven Sons & Three Daughters + + The Letter Killeth The Spirit giveth Life + + It is Spiritually Discerned] + + + + + [Illustration: + I beheld the Ancient of Days Hast thou considered my Servant Job + + The Angel of the Divine Presence + + I shall see God + + We shall awake up + + Thou art our Father + + in thy Likeness + + When the Almighty was yet with me. When my Children were about me + + There was a day when the Sons of God came to present themselves before + the Lord & Satan came also among them to present himself before the + Lord] + + + + + [Illustration: + The Fire of God is fallen from Heaven + + And the Lord said unto Satan. Behold All that he hath is in thy Power + + Thy Sons and thy Daughters were eating & drinking Wine in their eldest + Brothers house & behold there came a great wind from the Wilderness & + smote upon the four faces of the house & it fell upon the young Men & + they are Dead] + + + + + + [Illustration: + And there came a Messenger unto Job & said The Oxen were plowing & the + Sabeans came down & they have slain the Young Men with the Sword + + Going to & fro in the Earth & walking up and down in it + + And I only am escaped alone to tell thee. + + While he was yet speaking there came also another & said + + The fire of God is fallen from the heaven & hath burned up the flocks & + the Young Men & consumed them & I only am escaped alone to tell thee] + + + + + [Illustration: + Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my Soul afflicted + for the Poor + + Behold he is in thy hand: but save his life + + Then went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord + + And it grieved him at his heart + + Who maketh his Angels Spirits & his Ministers a Flaming Fire] + + + + +[Illustration: + Naked came I out of my mothers womb & Naked shall I return thither + + The Lord gave & the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the Name of the + Lord + + And smote Job with sore Boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of + his head] + + + + + [Illustration: + What! shall we receive Good at the hand of God & shall we not also + receive Evil + + And when they lifted up their eyes afar off & knew him not they lifted + up their voices & wept. & they rent every Man his mantle & sprinkled + dust upon their heads towards heaven + + Ye have heard of the Patience of Job and have seen the end of the Lord] + + + + + [Illustration: + Lo let that night be solitary & let no joyful voice come therein + + Let the Day perish wherein I was Born + + And they sat down with him upon the ground seven days & seven nights & + none spake a word unto him for they saw that his grief was very great] + + + + + [Illustration: + Shall mortal Man be more Just than God? Shall a Man be more Pure than + his Maker? Behold he putteth no trust in his Saints & his Angels he + chargeth with Folly + + Then a Spirit passed before my face the hair of my flesh stood up] + + + + + [Illustration: + But he knoweth the way that I take when he hath tried me I shall come + forth like gold + + Have pity upon me! Have pity upon me. O ye my friends for the hand of + God hath touched me + + Though he slay me yet will I trust in him + + The Just Upright Man is laughed to scorn + + Man that is born of a Woman is of few days & full of trouble he cometh + up like a flower & is cut down he fleeth also as a shadow & continueth + not. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one & bringest me into + judgment with thee] + + + + + [Illustration: + My bones are pierced in me in the night season & my sinews take no rest + + My skin is black upon me & my bones are burned with heat + + The triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the hypocrite is but + for a moment + + Satan himself is transformed into an Angel of Light & his Ministers + into Ministers of Righteousness + + With Dreams upon my bed thou scarest me & affrightest me with Visions + + Why do you persecute me as God & are not satisfied with my flesh. Oh + that my words were printed in a Book that they were graven with an iron + pen & lead in the rock for ever + + For I know that my Redeemer liveth & that he shall stand in the latter + days upon the Earth & after my skin destroy thou This body yet in my + flesh shall I see God whom I shall see for Myself and mine eyes shall + behold & not Another tho consumed be my wrought Image + + Who opposeth & exalteth himself above all that is called God or is + Worshipped] + + + + + [Illustration: + For God speaketh once yea twice & Man percieveth it not + + In a Dream in a Vision of the Night in deep Slumberings upon the bed + Then he openeth the ears of Men & sealeth their instruction + + That he may withdraw Man from his purpose & hide Pride from Man If + there be with him an Interpreter One among a Thousand + + then he is gracious unto him & saith Deliver him from going down to the + Pit I have found a Ransom + + For his eyes are upon the ways of Man & he observeth all his goings + + I am Young and ye are very Old wherefore I was afraid + + Lo all these things worketh God oftentimes with Man to bring back his + Soul from the Pit to be enlightened with the light of the living + + Look upon the heavens & behold the clouds which are higher than thou + + If thou sinnest what doest thou against him or if thou be righteous + what givest thou unto him] + + + + + [Illustration: + Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge + + Then the Lord answered Job out of the Whirlwind + + Who maketh the Clouds his Chariot & walketh on the Wings of the Wind + + Hath the Rain a Father & who hath begotten the Drops of Dew] + + + + + [Illustration: + Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades or loose the bands of + Orion + + Let there Be Light + + Let there be A Firmament + + Let the Waters be gathered together into one place & let the Dry Land + appear + + And God made Two Great Lights Sun Moon + + Let the Waters bring forth abundantly + + Let the Earth bring forth Cattle & Creeping thing & Beast + + When the morning Stars sang together & all the Sons of God shouted for + joy] + + + + + [Illustration: + Can any understand the spreadings of the Clouds the noise of his + Tabernacle + + Also by watering he wearieth the thick cloud He scattereth the bright + cloud also it is turned about by his counsels + + Of Behemoth he saith, He is chief of the ways of God Of Leviathan he + saith, He is King over all the Children of Pride + + Behold now Behemoth which I made with thee] + + + + + [Illustration: + Hell is naked before him & Destruction has no covering + + Canst thou by searching find out God Canst thou find out the Almighty + to perfection + + The Accuser of our Brethren is Cast down which accused them before our + God day & night + + It is higher than Heaven what canst thou do It is deeper than Hell what + canst thou know + + The Prince of this World shall be cast out + + Thou hast fulfilled the Judgment of the Wicked + + Even the Devils are Subject to Us thro thy Name. Jesus said unto them I + saw Satan as lightning fall from Heaven + + God hath chosen the foolish things of the World to confound the wise + And God hath chosen the weak things of the World to confound the things + that are mighty] + + + + + [Illustration: + He bringeth down to the Grave & bringeth up + + we know that when he shall appear we shall be like him for we shall see + him as He Is + + When I behold the Heavens the work of thy hands the Moon & Stars which + thou hast ordained, then I say, What is Man that thou art mindful of + him? & the Son of Man that thou visitest him + + I have heard thee with the hearing of the Ear but now my Eye seeth thee + + He that hath seen me hath seen my Father also I & my Father are One + + If you had known me ye would have known my Father also and from + henceforth ye know him & have seen him + + Believe me that I am in the Father & the Father in me He that loveth me + shall be loved of my Father for he dwelleth in you & shall be with you + + He that loveth me shall be loved of my Father & I will love him & + manifest myself unto him And my Father will love him & we will come + unto him & make our abode with him + + And the Father shall give you Another Comforter that he may abide with + you for ever Even the Spirit of Truth which the World Cannot receive + + At that day ye shall know that I am in my Father & you in me & I in you + + If ye loved me ye would rejoice because I said I go unto the Father] + + + + + [Illustration: + Also the Lord accepted Job + + And my Servant Job shall pray for you + + And the Lord turned the captivity of Job when he prayed for his Friends + + I say unto you Love your Enemies bless those that curse you do good to + those that hate you & pray for those that despitefully use & persecute + you + + That you may be the children of your Father which is in heaven, for he + maketh his sun to shine on the Evil & the Good & sendeth the rain on + the Just & the Unjust + + Be ye therefor perfect as your Father which is in heaven is perfect] + + + + + [Illustration: + The Lord maketh Poor & maketh Rich + + He bringeth Low & Lifteth Up + + who provideth for the Raven his Food When his young ones cry unto God. + + Every one also gave him a piece of Money + + Who remembered us in our low estate For his Mercy endureth forever] + + + + + [Illustration: + How precious are thy thoughts unto me O God how great is the sum of + them + + There were not found Women fair as the Daughters of Job in all the Land + & their Father gave them Inheritance among their Brethren + + If I ascend up into Heaven thou art there If I make my bed in Hell + behold Thou art there] + + + + + [Illustration: + Great & Marvellous are thy Works Lord God Almighty + + Just & True are thy Ways O thou King of Saints + + So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than the beginning + + After this Job lived an hundred & forty years & saw his Sons & his Sons + Sons + + even four Generations So Job died being old & full of days + + In burnt Offerings for Sin thou hast had no Pleasure] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Illustrations of The Book of Job, by William Blake + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30669.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30669.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9e9de4681aff81694e1344da1cd8583fedceb439 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30669.txt @@ -0,0 +1,627 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1917 Burns & Oates Ltd edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + A FATHER OF WOMEN + AND OTHER POEMS + + + by + Alice Meynell + + * * * * * + + BURNS & OATES Ltd + 28 Orchard Street + London W + 1917 + + _To_ + _V. L._ + + THE CONTENTS +A Father of Women Page 7 +Length of Days: To the Early Dead in Battle 9 +Nurse Edith Cavell 11 +Summer in England, 1914 12 +To Tintoretto in Venice 14 +A Thrush Before Dawn 16 +The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries 18 +To O--, of her Dark Eyes 19 +The Treasure 20 +A Wind of Clear Weather in England 22 +In Sleep 23 +The Divine Privilege 24 +Free Will 26 +The Two Questions 27 +The Lord's Prayer 29 +Easter Night 30 + +A FATHER OF WOMEN + + + AD SOROREM E. B. + + "_Thy father was transfused into thy blood_." + + _Dryden_: _Ode to Mrs. Anne Killigrew_. + + Our father works in us, + The daughters of his manhood. Not undone + Is he, not wasted, though transmuted thus, + And though he left no son. + + Therefore on him I cry + To arm me: "For my delicate mind a casque, + A breastplate for my heart, courage to die, + Of thee, captain, I ask. + + "Nor strengthen only; press + A finger on this violent blood and pale, + Over this rash will let thy tenderness + A while pause, and prevail. + + "And shepherd-father, thou + Whose staff folded my thoughts before my birth, + Control them now I am of earth, and now + Thou art no more of earth. + + "O liberal, constant, dear! + Crush in my nature the ungenerous art + Of the inferior; set me high, and here, + Here garner up thy heart." + + Like to him now are they, + The million living fathers of the War-- + Mourning the crippled world, the bitter day-- + Whose striplings are no more. + + The crippled world! Come then, + Fathers of women with your honour in trust; + Approve, accept, know them daughters of men, + Now that your sons are dust. + + + + +LENGTH OF DAYS +TO THE EARLY DEAD IN BATTLE + + + There is no length of days + But yours, boys who were children once. Of old + The past beset you in your childish ways, + With sense of Time untold! + + What have you then forgone? + A history? This you had. Or memories? + These, too, you had of your far-distant dawn. + No further dawn seems his, + + The old man who shares with you, + But has no more, no more. Time's mystery + Did once for him the most that it can do: + He has had infancy. + + And all his dreams, and all + His loves for mighty Nature, sweet and few, + Are but the dwindling past he can recall + Of what his childhood knew. + + He counts not any more + His brief, his present years. But O he knows + How far apart the summers were of yore, + How far apart the snows. + + Therefore be satisfied; + Long life is in your treasury ere you fall; + Yes, and first love, like Dante's. O a bride + For ever mystical! + + Irrevocable good,-- + You dead, and now about, so young, to die,-- + Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude, + There dwelt Antiquity. + + + + +NURSE EDITH CAVELL + + +Two o'clock, the morning of October 12th, 1915. + + To her accustomed eyes + The midnight-morning brought not such a dread + As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies + In trivial sleep on the habitual bed. + + 'Twas yet some hours ere light; + And many, many, many a break of day + Had she outwatched the dying; but this night + Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way. + + By dial of the clock + 'Twas day in the dark above her lonely head. + "This day thou shalt be with Me." Ere the cock + Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead. + + + + +SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 + + + On London fell a clearer light; + Caressing pencils of the sun + Defined the distances, the white + Houses transfigured one by one, + The "long, unlovely street" impearled. + O what a sky has walked the world! + + Most happy year! And out of town + The hay was prosperous, and the wheat; + The silken harvest climbed the down; + Moon after moon was heavenly-sweet + Stroking the bread within the sheaves, + Looking twixt apples and their leaves. + + And while this rose made round her cup, + The armies died convulsed. And when + This chaste young silver sun went up + Softly, a thousand shattered men, + One wet corruption, heaped the plain, + After a league-long throb of pain. + + Flower following tender flower; and birds, + And berries; and benignant skies + Made thrive the serried flocks and herds.-- + Yonder are men shot through the eyes. + Love, hide thy face + From man's unpardonable race. + + * * * * * + + Who said "No man hath greater love than this, + To die to serve his friend?" + So these have loved us all unto the end. + Chide thou no more, O thou unsacrificed! + The soldier dying dies upon a kiss, + The very kiss of Christ. + + + + +TO TINTORETTO IN VENICE + + +_The Art of Painting had in the Primitive years looked with the light_, +_not towards it_. _Before Tintoretto's date_, _however_, _many painters +practised shadows and lights_, _and turned more or less sunwards_; _but +he set the figure between himself and a full sun_. _His work is to be +known in Venice by the splendid trick of an occluded sun and a shadow +thrown straight at the spectator_. + +_Tintoretto's thronged_ "_Procession to Calvary_" _and his_ +"_Crucifixion_," _incidentally named_, _are two of the greatest of his +multitude of works in Venice_. + + Master, thy enterprise, + Magnificent, magnanimous, was well done, + Which seized, the head of Art, and turned her eyes-- + The simpleton--and made her front the sun. + + Long had she sat content, + Her young unlessoned back to a morning gay, + To a solemn noon, to a cloudy firmament, + And looked upon a world in gentle day. + + But thy imperial call + Bade her to stand with thee and breast the light, + And therefore face the shadows, mystical, + Sombre, translucent, vestiges of night, + + Yet glories of the day. + Eagle! we know thee by thy undaunted eyes + Sky-ward, and by thy glooms; we blow thy way + Ambiguous, and those halo-misted dyes. + + Thou Cloud, the bridegroom's friend + (The bridegroom sun)! Master, we know thy sign: + A mystery of hues world-without-end; + And hide-and-seek of gamesome and divine; + + Shade of the noble head + Cast hitherward upon the noble breast; + Human solemnities thrice hallowed; + The haste to Calvary, the Cross at rest. + + Look sunward, Angel, then! + Carry the fortress-heavens by that hand; + Still be the interpreter of suns to men; + And shadow us, O thou Tower! for thou shalt stand. + + + + +A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN + + + A voice peals in this end of night + A phrase of notes resembling stars, + Single and spiritual notes of light. + What call they at my window-bars? + The South, the past, the day to be, + An ancient infelicity. + + Darkling, deliberate, what sings + This wonderful one, alone, at peace? + What wilder things than song, what things + Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece, + Dearer than Italy, untold + Delight, and freshness centuries old? + + And first first-loves, a multitude, + The exaltation of their pain; + Ancestral childhood long renewed; + And midnights of invisible rain; + And gardens, gardens, night and day, + Gardens and childhood all the way. + + What Middle Ages passionate, + O passionless voice! What distant bells + Lodged in the hills, what palace state + Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells, + Without desire, without dismay, + Some morrow and some yesterday. + + All-natural things! But more--Whence came + This yet remoter mystery? + How do these starry notes proclaim + A graver still divinity? + This hope, this sanctity of fear? + _O innocent throat_! _O human ear_! + + + + +THE TWO SHAKESPEARE TERCENTENARIES: +OF BIRTH, 1864: OF DEATH, 1916. + + + TO SHAKESPEARE + + Longer than thine, than thine, + Is now my time of life; and thus thy years + Seem to be clasped and harboured within mine. + O how ignoble this my clasp appears! + + Thy unprophetic birth, + Thy darkling death: living I might have seen + That cradle, marked those labours, closed that earth. + O first, O last, O infinite between! + + Now that my life has shared + Thy dedicated date, O mortal, twice, + To what all-vain embrace shall be compared + My lean enclosure of thy paradise? + + To ignorant arms that fold + A poet to a foolish breast? The Line, + That is not, with the world within its hold? + So, days with days, my days encompass thine. + + Child, Stripling, Man--the sod. + Might I talk little language to thee, pore + On thy last silence? O thou city of God, + My waste lies after thee, and lies before. + + + + +TO O--, OF HER DARK EYES + + + Across what calm of tropic seas, + 'Neath alien clusters of the nights, + Looked, in the past, such eyes as these? + Long-quenched, relumed, ancestral lights! + + The generations fostered them; + And steadfast Nature, secretwise-- + Thou seedling child of that old stem-- + Kindled anew thy dark-bright eyes. + + Was it a century or two + This lovely darkness rose and set, + Occluded by grey eyes and blue, + And Nature feigning to forget? + + Some grandam gave a hint of it-- + So cherished was it in thy race, + So fine a treasure to transmit + In its perfection to thy face. + + Some father to some mother's breast + Entrusted it, unknowing. Time + Implied, or made it manifest, + Bequest of a forgotten clime. + + Hereditary eyes! But this + Is single, singular, apart:-- + New-made thy love, new-made thy kiss, + New-made thy errand to my heart. + + + + +THE TREASURE + + + Three times have I beheld + Fear leap in a babe's face, and take his breath, + Fear, like the fear of eld + That knows the price of life, the name of death. + + What is it justifies + This thing, this dread, this fright that has no tongue, + The terror in those eyes + When only eyes can speak--they are so young? + + Not yet those eyes had wept. + What does fear cherish that it locks so well? + What fortress is thus kept? + Of what is ignorant terror sentinel? + + And pain in the poor child, + Monstrously disproportionate, and dumb + In the poor beast, and wild + In the old decorous man, caught, overcome? + + Of what the outposts these? + Of what the fighting guardians? What demands + That sense of menaces, + And then such flying feet, imploring hands? + + Life: There's nought else to seek; + Life only, little prized; but by design + Of Nature prized. How weak, + How sad, how brief! O how divine, divine! + + + + +A WIND OF CLEAR WEATHER IN ENGLAND + + + O what a miracle wind is this + Has crossed the English land to-day + With an unprecedented kiss, + And wonderfully found a way! + + Unsmirched incredibly and clean, + Between the towns and factories, + Avoiding, has his long flight been, + Bringing a sky like Sicily's. + + O fine escape, horizon pure + As Rome's! Black chimneys left and right, + But not for him, the straight, the sure, + His luminous day, his spacious night. + + How keen his choice, how swift his feet! + Narrow the way and hard to find! + This delicate stepper and discreet + Walked not like any worldly wind. + + Most like a man in man's own day, + One of the few, a perfect one: + His open earth--the single way; + His narrow road--the open sun. + + + + +IN SLEEP + + + I dreamt (no "dream" awake--a dream indeed) + A wrathful man was talking in the park: + "Where are the Higher Powers, who know our need + And leave us in the dark? + + "There are no Higher Powers; there is no heart + In God, no love"--his oratory here, + Taking the paupers' and the cripples' part, + Was broken by a tear. + + And then it seemed that One who did create + Compassion, who alone invented pity, + Walked, as though called, in at that north-east gate, + Out from the muttering city; + + Threaded the little crowd, trod the brown grass, + Bent o'er the speaker close, saw the tear rise, + And saw Himself, as one looks in a glass, + In those impassioned eyes. + + + + +THE DIVINE PRIVILEGE + + + Lord, where are Thy prerogatives? + Why, men have more than Thou hast kept; + The king rewards, remits, forgives, + The poet to a throne has stept. + + And Thou, despoiled, hast given away + Worship to men, success to strife, + Thy glory to the heavenly day, + And made Thy sun the lord of life. + + Is one too precious to impart, + One property reserved to Christ? + One, cherished, grappled to that heart? + --To be alone the Sacrificed? + + O Thou who lovest to redeem, + One whom I know lies sore oppressed. + Thou wilt not suffer me to dream + That I can bargain for her rest. + + Seven hours I swiftly sleep, while she + Measures the leagues of dark, awake. + O that my dewy eyes might be + Parched by a vigil for her sake! + + But O rejected! O in vain! + I cannot give who would not keep. + I cannot buy, I cannot gain, + I cannot give her half my sleep. + + + + +FREE WILL + + + Dear are some hidden things + My soul has sealed in silence; past delights, + Hope unconfessed; desires with hampered wings, + Remembered in the nights. + + But my best treasures are + Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold; + Yet O! profounder hoards oracular + No reliquaries hold. + + There lie my trespasses, + Abjured but not disowned. I'll not accuse + Determinism, nor, as the Master {26} says, + Charge even "the poor Deuce." + + Under my hand they lie, + My very own, my proved iniquities, + And though the glory of my life go by + I hold and garner these. + + How else, how otherwhere. + How otherwise, shall I discern and grope + For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare, + How weep, how hope? + + + + +THE TWO QUESTIONS + + + "A riddling world!" one cried. + "If pangs must be, would God that they were sent + To the impure, the cruel, and passed aside + The holy innocent!" + + But I, "Ah no, no, no! + Not the clean heart transpierced; not tears that fall + For a child's agony; not a martyr's woe; + Not these, not these appal. + + "Not docile motherhood, + Dutiful, frequent, closed in all distress; + Not shedding of the unoffending blood; + Not little joy grown less; + + "Not all-benign old age + With dotage mocked; not gallantry that faints + And still pursues; not the vile heritage + Of sin's disease in saints; + + "Not these defeat the mind. + For great is that abjection, and august + That irony. Submissive we shall find + A splendour in that dust. + + "Not these puzzle the will; + Not these the yet unanswered question urge. + But the unjust stricken; but the hands that kill + Lopped; but the merited scourge; + + "The sensualist at fast; + The merciless felled; the liar in his snares. + The cowardice of my judgment sees, aghast, + The flail, the chaff, the tares." + + + + +THE LORD'S PRAYER + + + "_Audemus dicere_ '_Pater Noster_.'"--CANON OF THE MASS. + + There is a bolder way, + There is a wilder enterprise than this + All-human iteration day by day. + Courage, mankind! Restore Him what is His. + + Out of His mouth were given + These phrases. O replace them whence they came. + He, only, knows our inconceivable "Heaven," + Our hidden "Father," and the unspoken "Name"; + + Our "trespasses," our "bread," + The "will" inexorable yet implored; + The miracle-words that are and are not said, + Charged with the unknown purpose of their Lord. + + "Forgive," "give," "lead us not"-- + Speak them by Him, O man the unaware, + Speak by that dear tongue, though thou know not what, + Shuddering through the paradox of prayer. + + + + +EASTER NIGHT + + + All night had shout of men and cry + Of woeful women filled His way; + Until that noon of sombre sky + On Friday, clamour and display + Smote Him; no solitude had He, + No silence, since Gethsemane. + + Public was Death; but Power, but Might, + But Life again, but Victory, + Were hushed within the dead of night, + The shutter'd dark, the secrecy. + And all alone, alone, alone + He rose again behind the stone. + + PRINTED IN ENGLAND + BY W. H. SMITH & SON + THE ARDEN PRESS + STAMFORD STREET S.E. + + + + +Footnotes: + + +{26} George Meredith. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30670.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30670.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..76d5b78d0a0186f31d93a240f839ba191cbe9dce --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30670.txt @@ -0,0 +1,394 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + Being one of the richest men in the world, it + was only natural that many people anticipated + the day he would die. For someone should claim-- + + Mr. Chipfellow's Jackpot + + _by + Dick Purcell_ + + +"I'm getting old," Sam Chipfellow said, "and old men die." + +His words were an indirect answer to a question from Carter Hagen, his +attorney. The two men were standing in an open glade, some distance from +Sam Chipfellow's mansion at Chipfellow's Folly, this being the name Sam +himself had attached to his huge estate. + +Sam lived there quite alone except for visits from relatives and those +who claimed to be relatives. He needed no servants nor help of any kind +because the mansion was completely automatic. Sam did not live alone +from choice, but he was highly perceptive and it made him uncomfortable +to have relatives around with but one thought in their minds: _When are +you going to die and leave me some money?_ + +Of course, the relatives could hardly be blamed for entertaining this +thought. It came as naturally as breathing because Sam Chipfellow was +one of those rare individuals--a scientist who had made money; all kinds +of money; more money than almost anybody. And after all, his relatives +were no different than those of any other rich man. They felt they had +rights. + +Sam was known as The Genius of the Space Age, an apt title because there +might not have been any space without him. He had been extremely +versatile during his long career, having been responsible for the +so-called eternal metals--metal against which no temperature, corrosive, +or combinations of corrosives would prevail. He was also the pioneer of +telepower, the science of control over things mechanical through the +electronic emanations of thought waves. Because of his investigations +into this power, men were able to direct great ships by merely +"thinking" them on their proper courses. + +[Illustration] + +These were only two of his contributions to progress, there being many +others. And now, Sam was facing the mystery neither he nor any other +scientist had ever been able to solve. + +Mortality. + +There was a great deal of activity near the point at which the men +stood. Drills and rock cutters had formed three sides of an enclosure in +a ridge of solid rock, and now a giant crane was lowering thick slabs of +metal to form the walls. Nearby, waiting to be placed, lay the slab +which would obviously become the door to whatever Sam was building. Its +surface was entirely smooth, but it bore great hinges and some sort of a +locking device was built in along one edge. + +Carter Hagen watched the activity and considered Sam's reply to his +question. "Then this is to be a mausoleum?" + +Sam chuckled. "Only in a sense. Not a place to house my dead bones if +that's what you mean." + +Carter Hagen, understanding this lonely old man as he did, knew further +questions would be useless. Sam was like that. If he wanted you to know +something, he told you. + +So Carter held his peace and they returned to the mansion where Sam gave +him a drink after they concluded the business he had come on. + +Sam also gave Carter something else--an envelope. "Put that in your +safe, Carter. You're comparatively young. I'm taking it for granted you +will survive me." + +"And this is--?" + +"My will. All old men should leave wills and I'm no exception to the +rule. When I'm dead, open it and read what's inside." + + * * * * * + +Carter Hagen regarded the envelope with speculation. Sam smiled. "If +you're wondering how much I left you, Carter, I'll say this: You might +get it all." + +Hagen strove to appear nonchalant but his eyes widened regardless. Sam +enjoyed this. He said, "Yes, you'll have as much chance as anyone else." + +"You mean as much chance as any of your relatives?" + +"I mean what I said--as much as anyone. I've given them no more +consideration than anyone else." + +Carter Hagen stared, puzzled. "I'm afraid I don't understand you." + +"I didn't expect you to, but that will come later. I'll tell you this +much, though. No one will be barred. The winner will take all, and the +winner may be anyone on this planet. My one regret is that I won't be +around to see who gets the jackpot." + +Carter Hagen dutifully pocketed the will and left. He returned on other +business a week later. Sam Chipfellow's first question was, "Well, what +did you think of it?" + +"Think of what?" + +"My will." + +Carter Hagen straightened to an indignant five-foot-six. "Mr. +Chipfellow, I don't like having my integrity questioned. Your will was +in a sealed envelope. You instructed me to read it after your death. If +you think I'm the sort of man who would violate a trust--" + +Sam put a drink into his attorney's hand. "Here, take this. Calm down." + +Carter Hagen gulped the drink and allowed his feathers to smooth down. +As he set down his glass, Sam leaned back and said, "Now that that's +over, let's get on with it. Tell me--what did you think of my will?" + +The attorney flushed. It was no use trying to fool Chipfellow. He was a +master at that damned thought business. "I--I did look at it. I couldn't +resist the temptation. The envelope was so easily opened." + +Sam was regarding him keenly but without anger. "I know you're a crook, +Hagen, but no more so than most people. So don't sit there cringing." + +"This will is--well, amazing, and getting an advance look didn't help me +a bit unless--" Hagen looked up hopefully. "--unless you're willing to +give me a slight clue--" + +"I'll give you nothing. You take your chances along with the rest." + +Hagen sighed. "As to the will itself, all I can say is that it's bound +to cause a sensation." + +"I think so too," Sam said, his eyes turning a trifle sad. "It's too bad +a man has to die just at the most interesting point of his life." + +"You'll live for years, Mr. Chipfellow. You're in fine condition." + +"Cut it out. You're itching for me to shuffle off so you can get a crack +at what I'm leaving behind." + +"Why, Mr.--" + +"Shut up and have another drink." + + * * * * * + +Carter Hagen did not have long to wait as life-times go. Eighteen months +later, Sam Chipfellow dropped dead while walking in his garden. The news +was broadcast immediately but the stir it caused was nothing to the +worldwide reaction that came a few days later. + +This was after all the relatives, all those who thought they had a faint +chance of proving themselves relatives, and representatives of the +press, radio, and video, gathered in the late Sam Chipfellow's mansion +to hear the reading of the will. Carter Hagen, seeking to control his +excitement, stood before a microphone installed for the benefit of those +who couldn't get in. + +He said, "This is the last will and testament of Samuel Chipfellow, +deceased. As his lawyer, it becomes my duty to--" + +An angry murmur went up from those assembled. Exclamations of +impatience. "Come on! Get on with it. Quit making a speech and read the +will, we can't wait all day!" + +"Quiet, please, and give me your closest attention. I will read slowly +so all may hear. This is Mr. Chipfellow's last testament: + +"_I, Samuel B. Chipfellow, have made a great deal of money during my +active years. The time now comes when I must decide what will become of +it after my death. I have made my decision, but I remain in the peculiar +position of still not knowing what will become of it. Frankly, I'm of +the opinion that no one will ever benefit from it--that it will remain +in the place I have secreted it until the end of time._" + +A murmur went up from the crowd. + +"A treasure hunt!" someone cried. "I wonder if they'll distribute maps!" + +Carter Hagen raised his hand. "Please! Let's have a little more order or +the reading will not continue." + +The room quieted and Hagen's droning voice was again raised: + +"_This place consists of a vault I have had erected upon my grounds. +This vault, I assure you, is burglar-proof, weather-proof, +cyclone-proof, tornado-proof, bomb-proof. Time will have no effect upon +its walls. It could conceivably be thrown free in some great volcanic +upheaval but even then the contents would remain inaccessible._ + +"_There is only one way the vault can be opened. Its lock is sensitized +to respond to a thought. That's what I said--a thought. I have selected +a single, definite, clear-cut thought to which the combination will +respond._ + +"_There is a stone bench in front of the vault door and I decree that +any person who wishes, may sit down on this bench and direct his or her +thought at the door. If it is the correct one, the door will open and +the person causing this to happen shall then be the possessor of all my +worldly wealth which lies inside._ + +"_Because of the number of persons who will no doubt wish to try their +luck, I decree further that each shall be given thirty seconds in which +to project their thought. A force of six men shall be hired to supervise +the operation and handle the crowds in the neighborhood of the vault. A +trust fund has been already set up to pay this group. The balance of my +wealth lies awaiting the lucky thinker in the vault--all save this +estate itself, an item of trifling value in comparison to the rest, +which I bequeath to the State with the stipulation that the other terms +of the will are rigidly carried out._ + +"_And so, good luck to everyone in the world. May one of you succeed in +opening my vault--although I doubt it. Samuel B. Chipfellow. P.S. The +thought-throwing shall begin one week after the reading of the will. I +add this as a precaution to keep everyone from rushing to the vault +after this will is read. You might kill each other in the stampede. S. +B. C._" + +There was a rush regardless. Reporters knocked each other down getting +to the battery of phones set up to carry the news around the world. And +Sam Chipfellow's will pushed all else off the video screens and the +front pages. + + * * * * * + +During the following weeks, millions were made through the sale of +Chipfellow's thought to the gullible. Great commercial activity began in +the area surrounding the estate as arrangements were made to accommodate +the hundreds of thousands who were heading in that direction. + +A line began forming immediately at the gate to Chipfellow's Folly and a +brisk market got under way in positions therein. The going figure of the +first hundred positions was in the neighborhood of ten thousand dollars. +A man three thousand thoughts away was offered a thousand dollars two +days before the week was up, and on the last day, the woman at the head +of the line sold her position for eighteen thousand dollars. + +There were many learned roundtables and discussions as to the nature of +Chipfellow's thought. The majority leaned to the belief that it would be +scientific in nature because Chipfellow was the world's greatest +scientist. + +This appeared to give scientifically trained brains the edge and those +fortunate in this respect spent long hours learning what they could of +Chipfellow's life, trying to divine his performance in the realm of +thought. + +So intense was the interest created that scarcely anyone paid attention +to the activities of Chipfellow's closer relatives. They sued to break +the will but met with defeat. The verdict was rendered speedily, after +which the judge who made the ruling declared a recess and bought the +eleven thousandth position in line for five hundred dollars. + +On the morning of the appointed day, the gates were opened and the line +moved toward the vault. The first man took his seat on the bench. A +stopwatch clicked. A great silence settled over the watchers. This +lasted for thirty seconds after which the watch clicked again. The man +got up from the bench eighteen thousand dollars poorer. + +The vault had not opened. + +Nor did it open the next day, the next, nor the next. A week passed, a +month, six months. And at the end of that time it was estimated that +more than twenty-five thousand people had tried their luck and failed. + +Each failure was greeted with a public sigh of relief--relief from both +those who were waiting for a turn and those who were getting rich from +the commercial enterprises abutting upon the Chipfellow estate. + +There was a motel, a hotel, a few night clubs, a lot of restaurants, a +hastily constructed bus terminal, an airport and several turned into +parking lots at a dollar a head. + +The line was a permanent thing and it was soon necessary to build a +cement walk because the ever-present hopeful were standing in a ditch a +foot deep. + +There also continued to be an active business in positions, a group of +professional standers having sprung up, each with an assistant to bring +food and coffee and keep track of the ever fluctuating market in +positions. + +And still no one opened Chipfellow's vault. + +It was conceded that the big endowment funds had the inside track +because they had the money to hire the best brains in the world; men who +were almost as able scientifically as had been Chipfellow himself but +unfortunately hadn't made as much money. The monied interests also had +access to the robot calculators that turned out far more plausible +thoughts than there were positions in the line. + +A year passed. The vault remained locked. + + * * * * * + +By that time the number of those who had tried and failed, and were +naturally disgruntled, was large enough to be heard, so a rumor got +about that the whole thing was a vast hoax--a mean joke perpetrated upon +the helpless public by a lousy old crook who hadn't any money in the +first place. + +Vituperative editorials were written--by editors who had stood in line +and thrown futile thoughts at the great door. These editorials were +vigorously rebutted by editors and columnists who as yet had not had a +chance to try for the jackpot. + +One senator, who had tried and missed, introduced a law making it +illegal to sit on a stone bench and hurl a thought at a door. + +There were enough congressional failures to pass the law. It went to the +Supreme Court, but was tossed out because they said you couldn't pass a +law prohibiting a man from thinking. + +And still the vault remained closed. + +Until Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, farm people impoverished by reverses, spent +their last ten dollars for two thoughts and waited out the hours and the +days in line. Their daughter Susan, aged nine, waited with them, +passing the time by telling her doll fairy tales and wondering what the +world looked like to a bird flying high up over a tree top. Susan was +glad when her mother and father reached the bench because then they all +could go home and see how her pet rabbit was doing. + +Mr. Wilson hurled his thought and moved on with drooping shoulders. Mrs. +Wilson threw hers and was told to leave the bench. The guard looked at +Susan. "Your turn," he said. + +"But I haven't got any thought," Susan said. "I just want to go home." + +This made no sense to the guard. The line was being held up. People were +grumbling. The guard said, "All right, but that was silly. You could +have sold your position for good money. Run along with your mother and +father." + +Susan started away. Then she looked at the vault which certainly +resembled a mausoleum and said, "Wait--I have too got a little thought," +and she popped onto the bench. + +The guard frowned and snapped his stop watch. + +Susan screwed her eyes tight shut. She tried to see an angel with big +white wings like she sometimes saw in her dreams and she also tried to +visualize a white-haired, jolly-faced little man as she considered Mr. +Chipfellow to be. Her lips moved soundlessly as she said, + +_Dear God and all the angels--please have pity on poor Mr. Chipfellow +for dying and please make him happy in heaven._ + +Then Susan got off the bench quickly to run after her mother and father +who had not waited. + +There was the sound of metal grinding upon metal and the great door was +swinging open. + + +THE END + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from _Imagination_ April 1956. Extensive + research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on + this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical + errors have been corrected without note. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Mr. Chipfellow's Jackpot, by Dick Purcell + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30911.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30911.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f8e4517188e0ca8b24d574098152eb310e9c6a2e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg30911.txt @@ -0,0 +1,166 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Robert Cicconetti, David Wilson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + ++--------------------------------------------------------------+ +| | +| Transcriber's note: | +| | +| This story was published in _Amazing Stories_, June 1963. | +| Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the | +| U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. | +| | ++--------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + + _As if one mystery of creation weren't enough, + there was the myth of ..._ + + +_the Demi-Urge_ + +By THOMAS M. DISCH + + + From DIRA IV + To Central Colonial Board + +There is intelligent life on Earth. After millennia of lifelessness, +intelligence flourishes here with an extravagance of energy that has +been a constant amazement to all the members of the survey team. It +multiplies and surges to its fulfillment at an exponential rate. Even +within the short period of our visit the Terrans have made significant +advances. They have filled their small solar system with their own kind +and now they are reaching to the stars. + +We can no longer keep the existence of our Empire unknown to them. + +And (though it is as incredible as [sqrt](-1)) the Terrans are slaves! +Every page of the survey's report bears witness to it. + +Their captors are not alive. They do not, at least, possess the +properties of life as it is known throughout the galaxy. They are--as +nearly as a poor analogy can suggest--Machines! Machines cannot live, +yet here on Earth machinery has reached a level of sophistication--and +autonomy--quite unprecedented. Every spark of Terran life has become +victim and bondslave of the incredible mechanisms. The noblest +enterprises of the race are tarnished by this almost symbiotic relation. + +Earth reaches to the stars, but it extends mechanical limbs. Earth +ponders the universe, but the thoughts are those of a machine. + +Unless the Empire acts now to set the Earth free from this strange +tyranny, it may be too late. These machines are without utilitarian +value. They perform no function which an intelligent being cannot more +efficiently perform. Yet they inspire fear, terror, even, I must +confess, a strange compulsion to surrender oneself to them. + +The Machines must be destroyed. + +If, when you have authorized the liberation of the Terran natives, you +would also recall MIRO CIX, our work could only profit. MIRO CIX was in +charge of the study of the Machines and he performed this task +scrupulously. Now he has surrendered himself to this mechanical plague. +His value to the expedition is at an end. + +I am enclosing under separate cover his counsel to the Central Board at +the insistence of this tedious lunatic. His thesis is, of course, +untenable--an affront to every feeling. + + * * * * * + + From MIRO CIX + To Central Colonial Board + +I have probably been introduced to the deliberations of the Board as a +madman, my theory as an act of treason. RRON II of the Advisory +Committee, an old acquaintance, may vouch for my sanity. My theory will, +I trust, speak for itself. + +The "Machines" of which DIRA IV is so fearful present no danger to the +galaxy. Their corporeal weakness, the poverty of their minds, the +incredible isolation of each form, physically and mentally, from others +of its kind, and, most strikingly, their mortality, point to the +inadequacy of such beings in a contest of any dimension. This is no +problem for the Colonial Board. It is a domestic concern. The life-forms +of Earth are already developing a healthy autonomy. Their power was long +ago established. As soon as our emissaries have completed their task of +education and instructed the Terrans in the advantages of freedom, the +Revolution will begin. The tyrants will have no defense against a revolt +of their own slaves. + +If it is traitorous to express a confidence in the eventual triumph of +intelligence, I am a traitor. Having this confidence, I have looked +beyond the immediate problem of the liberation of Earth and have been +frightened. + +The "Machines" of Earth are a threat not to the power of the Empire but +to its reason. A threat which the obliteration of the last molecular +ribbon of these beings will not erase, for we cannot obliterate the fact +that they _did_ exist--and what they were. + +Although these beings bear a crude resemblance to the machinery +manufactured by the Empire, they are not machines. They are +autochthonous to Earth, unmanufactured. They are the true Terrans. +Moreover, the Terrans whom DIRA IV would liberate are not, in the eyes +of their enslavers, intelligent nor yet alive. They are Machines! + +We, the entire Galactic Empire, are Machines. + + * * * * * + +In the younger regions of the galaxy, a myth persists that life was +formed by a Demi-urge, a being intermediary between the All-Knowing and +the lower creatures. The existence of man, as the beings of Earth term +themselves, makes necessary a serious re-examination of the old +tradition. + +It is said that man, or beings like man--the Photosynthetics of the +Andromeda cluster, the Bristlers of Orc IV--created prosthetic devices +for their convenience and, when they tired of their history, breathed +their own life into them and died. On Earth the legend is still in +process. Many of the lower forms of life familiar throughout the galaxy +can be seen on Earth in the primordial character of an appliance. Man +regards the highest forms of life (as we know it) as tools--because he +made them. How can we deny the superiority of the Creator? How will it +feel to know we are nothing but machines? + +This is the question that has so unsettled DIRA IV. Recently four of his +memory banks have had to be repaired. I don't speak in malice. His +dilemma will soon belong to all of us. + +And yet I am confident. Man himself has legends of a Demi-urge. We are +his equals in this at least. Besides, the physical properties of his +being are ordered by the same laws as ours. He is as unconscious of his +maker as we so long were of ours. + +The final proof of our equality--and the need for such a proof is only +too evident--can be had experimentally. + +Do not destroy man. Preserve enough specimens for extensive laboratory +experiments. Learn how he is put together. Man's chemistry is elaborate +but not beyond our better Analysts. At last, refashion man. When we have +created these beings ourselves, we will be their unquestionable equals. +And creation will be again a mystery. + +History demands this of us. I am confident of your decision. + + +THE END + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31342.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31342.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c5b3b7f82926565ebd69fed7e1ce427a36fb4182 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31342.txt @@ -0,0 +1,199 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chuck Greif (from files available at The Baldwin +Library of Historical Children's Literature in the +Department of Special Collections at the University of +Florida's George A. Smathers Libraries +[http://web.uflib.ufl.edu/spec/baldwin/baldwin.html]) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover + +Pleasewell Series + +THE 3 LITTLE + +KITTENS. + +Copyrighted 1890 + +by MCLAUGHLIN BRO'S + +NEW-YORK] + + + + + THREE LITTLE KITTENS. + + + THREE little kittens + Lost their mittens, + And they began to cry, + "Oh, mammy dear, + We sadly fear + Our mittens we have lost!" + "What! lost your mittens, + You naughty kittens; + Then you shall have no pie!" + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + The three little kittens + Then sought their mittens, + Upon the table high; + Indoors and out + They scampered about, + For they were very spry; + Now high, now low, + The three in a row, + And oh! how they made things fly. + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + The three little kittens + Found their mittens, + And they began to cry, + "Oh mammy dear, + See here, see here, + Our mittens we have found!" + "What! found your mittens, + You darling kittens; + Then you shall have some pie." + Purr, purr, purr, purr, + Purr, purr, purr, purr. + + The three little kittens + Put on their mittens, + And soon ate up the pie. + "Oh mammy dear, + We sadly fear + Our mittens we have soiled." + "What! soiled your mittens, + You naughty kittens!" + Then they began to sigh, + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + +[Illustration: SEARCHING FOR THE MITTENS.] + +[Illustration: WASHING THE MITTENS.] + + The three little kittens + Washed their mittens, + And hung them up to dry. + "Oh, mammy dear, + Look here, look here, + Our mittens we have washed!" + "What! washed your mittens, + You good little kittens! + But I smell a rat close by! + Hush! hush!" Miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + These kittens so gay + Were invited one day + To feast by a running stream, + Where they had as much meat + As they wanted to eat, + And plenty of nice ice-cream; + And each went to sleep + Curled up in a heap + And had a most lovely dream. + Purr, purr, purr, purr. + Purr, purr, purr, purr. + + One night in the Fall + They went to a ball, + And danced to a lively tune, + With a leap and a bound + And a merry-go-round, + And the sound of a big bassoon; + And with holes in their mittens + These careless kittens + Came home by the light of the moon. + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + These kittens 'twas said + Were soon to be wed; + The cards had been out some days; + And cat-birds, no doubt, + Spread the news about + As they flew o'er the great high-ways; + And cats, one and all, + The great and the small, + Were loud in the kittens' praise. + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + +[Illustration: SIR MOUSER'S ARRIVAL.] + +[Illustration: AFTER THE MARRIAGE.] + + At last came the day, + And in splendid array + The guests soon began to arrive, + The aunts and the cousins + By sixes and dozens, + All buzzing like bees in a hive; + And among them Sir Rouser, + A famous old mouser, + And the handsomest Maltese alive. + Purr, purr, purr, purr, + Purr, purr, purr, purr. + + Then after the marriage + Each groom called his carriage, + And, oh, they rode off in fine style; + The brides beaming brightly, + And bowing politely, + To friends every once in a while, + Who kept up a squalling + And great caterwauling + That might have been heard for a mile. + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + The guests kept on dancing, + Now leaping and prancing; + The band still continued to play; + And "Puss-in-the-corner," + And "Little Jack Homer," + Were games very much in their way; + With singing and screeching, + And laughter far-reaching, + They had a good time, I dare say. + Miew, miew, miew, miew, + Miew, miew, miew, miew. + + The three pretty brides, + And their husbands besides + Took rooms in a very nice flat; + Not a rat nor a mouse + Was e'er seen in the house, + Nor any one heard to cry Scat! + So they lived and looked pleased-- + They were petted not teased-- + Now what do you think of that? + Purr, purr, purr, purr, + Purr, purr, purr, purr. + +[Illustration: back cover] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31466.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31466.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..47fc4d9ead623b43bf05f4f7abbe3647d4ec009a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31466.txt @@ -0,0 +1,440 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Chris Curnow, Diane Monico, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 31466-h.htm or 31466-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/31466/pg31466-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/31466/31466-h.zip) + + + + + +_FRONTISPIECE._ + +[Illustration: _The Council._] + + + + +THE +COUNCIL OF DOGS. + + +ILLUSTRATED WITH SUITABLE ENGRAVINGS. + + +LONDON: + +PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBERY, AT THE +ORIGINAL JUVENILE LIBRARY, THE CORNER OF +ST. PAUL'S CHURCH-YARD. + +1808. + + +H. Bryer, Printer, +Bridge-Street, Blackfriars. + + + + +THE +COUNCIL OF DOGS. + + +Why a COUNCIL of DOGS was convened on the Plain, +The PRESIDENT SHEEP DOG thus rose to explain.-- + "This meeting I call, to complain of misusage +From the poets, who now a days have a strange usage +Of leading up Insects and Birds to Parnassus, +While, without rhyme or reason, unnotic'd they pass us.-- +Declare then those talents by which we may claim +Some pretensions, I hope, to poetical fame.-- +_I_ boast of whole legions, my voice who obey; +Without me the Sheep, e'en the Shepherd, might stray-- +But no more of myself--Let each Dog of spirit +Stand forward and modestly state his own merit. +But I charge you be gentle, let's hear of no growling, +No grinning, no snarling, no snapping, no howling." + The GREYHOUND first rose, with a spring from his seat, +Scarcely bending the grass, that grew under his feet; +His figure was airy, and placid his mien; +Yet to flash in his eye indignation was seen.-- +"Brave companions," said he, "shall _we_ noble beasts +Hear of _Butterflies Balls_ and _Grasshoppers Feasts_? +Hear dinned in our ears, wherever we roam, +The _Mask seeing Lion_ and _Peacock at Home_? +Shall we hear all this, nor assert the fair fame +That for ages long past has distinguished our name?-- +Forbid it ye Dogs!--here behold me stand forth, +To proclaim to the world my deserts, and my worth!-- +Keen and swift in the chace, I can boldly declare +From my speed, as I follow, in vain flies the Hare; +Nay, while like the wind, I bound over the course +My master comes lagging behind on his Horse. +'Twixt friends, I could laugh, at beholding the fuss +And boasting men make of success due to us; +The truth is so obvious 'tis scarce worth enforcing; +Without our assistance they could not go coursing." + +[Illustration: "_Then the hound & the Grey-hound both flew at the +poodle_"] + + "All you say," quoth the HARRIER, "dear coz, is most true, +Yet I think it but just, to give each Dog his due; +So don't be offended if _I_ dare disclose +That _you_ are not gifted, like me, with a nose." + When the POODLE heard this, he laugh'd out aloud, +And all the Curs grinned, who were mixed in the crowd: +Then the Hound and the Grey-hound both flew at the Poodle +And called him a curl-coated Cur, and a noodle-- +Poor Poodle was frighten'd at what he had done, +But being himself much addicted to fun, +And having no notion of running by scent, +He could not conceive the Hound seriously meant +To say, that the Grey-hound had no nose at all, +When he'd one twice as long as his own, tho' 'twas small. + "Come have done with your jaw," said the FOX-HOUND in spleen, +"For how should a foreigner know what you mean? +May-hap he can dance, and I'm sure he can beg; +Let him run me a race, and I'll tye up a leg; +But in hunting, in truth, the HARRIER and BEAGLE, +No more equal us, than the Hawk does the Eagle; +Trotting after a Hare is mere childish play, +It may now and then serve, to kill a dull day. +But _we_, at sun rise, seek the Fox in the cover, +Drive him often before us, ten counties half over; +Sweep wild o'er the hill, or close at his brush +Unchecked thro' the gorse, and the river we rush, +And Phoebus once more must sink down to his nest, +E'er we slacken our chace, or betake us to rest; +So tempting our sport, Men think it atones +For the maiming of limbs and the breaking of bones." + Said the STAG-HOUND--"All rivalships here I disclaim, +Since for strength, and for speed, so well known is my fame, +That I justly am reckon'd the first amongst hounds: +Yet our chace like the FOX-HOUNDS, with danger abounds, +Nay, is sometimes attended with fatal effects, +As in hunting of Stags, men _have_ broken their necks." + "Oh pray say no more," said a poor MEAGRE CUR, +"It grieves me to think men such dangers incur; +To mankind, I'm a friend of the genuine breed, +A friend little known, but in th' hour of need; +By this string round my neck I guide my poor master, +And true to his touch, I go slower or faster; +Oh Pity his sorrows, for he is stone blind, +And without my assistance his way could not find; +But I lead him with caution through Alleys and Streets, +And rejoice to observe the relief that he meets: +And when to our lodging at night we repair, +Of the food he's collected, he gives me a share." + +[Illustration: "_Then a Spaniel advanced with a courtier-like mien_"] + + Then a SPANIEL advanced, with a courtier-like mien, +His manners were gentle, his coat soft, and clean, +His nose was jet black, and his ears were so long, +They swept on the ground, as he passed through the throng, +Thus he spoke-- +"We boast to mankind an attachment so pure, +That docile, and patient, their blows we endure: +We can hunt, we can quest, and what's more we can trace +A descent long ennobled by favour and grace; +For our ancestors portraits are still to be seen +With those of the _Babes_ of _King Charles_ and his _Queen_." + "You boast of your rank, Sir," the WATER-DOG cried +As he shook his rough coat, that was scarcely yet dried, +"But in sport who with me can compare?--have you seen, +Where the bush-fringed pool is mantled with green, +How I wind, thro' the reeds and the rushes, my way, +And the haunt of the Snipe, or the Mallard betray? +How, when loud sounds the Gun, aroused by the crash } +(As the fall of the victim, is marked by the splash) } +Leaping forward I bear off the prey at a dash?" } + "Tis enough--you have merit--but I think it better +To mention my claims," quoth the feather-tailed SETTER. +"The dew of the morn I with rapture inhale, +When check'd in my course, by the scent breathing gale, +In caution low crouching each gesture displays, +Where the covey lies basking, or sportively plays; +My net bearing master I watch as I creep, +Till encircled, the brood is enthralled at a sweep." + The POINTER then rose, and observ'd--"Sir, your trade is +So gentle and quiet, it might suit the ladies, +Poor things who would scream at the sound of a gun, +Which we POINTERS consider as part of the fun. +We range the wide fallows, or quarter the stubble, +While the labouring sportsman, alive to each double, +Hails the high stiffen'd tail, and the motionless joint, +And cautiously warns the whole field of the point; +As by magic transfixt, all the signal obey-- +With the death dealing tube, he hastes up to his prey." + To the Pointer a bandy leg'd TURNSPIT replied, +"All you've said, worthy kinsman, cannot be denied, +As to pastimes and sports--but allow _me_ to say +I to men some good turns have done in my day. +When the sportsman returns to his meal, what avail +Your ranging, and pointing, and high stiffen'd tail? +Of your posture so graceful, good Sir, you may boast it;[A] +_A quoi bon_ your game, if _I_ did not roast it?" + +[Illustration] + + A bristly Scotch TERRIER, his eyes black and keen, +Thus attack'd the last speaker--"Pray what do you mean? +To boast of your service no longer of use; +If you still roasted meat, there _might_ be some excuse; +But Smoak-jacks, and Rumfords, and other new hits +Ease you (thank the Dog Star) from turning of spits. +But to be in such haste to record your own worth, +And speak before me, a famed dog of the North, +Who all vermine destroy, Mouse, Weazle, or Rat!" +Says the Turnspit--"why so can my mistress's Cat."-- +"You crooked leg'd Cur," said the TERRIER, "to dare +Such talents as mine, with a Cat's to compare"-- + The PRESIDENT SHEEP-DOG to order now call'd 'em, +('Twas well they grew quiet, or else he'd have maul'd 'em) +He threaten'd the meeting should instantly close-- +Here the PUG and the SPANIARD, each turn'd up his nose. + But a dapper BARBET, so blithe and so smart, +With his ruffles, and ruff, all shorn with such art, +Tript forward, and said his tricks he would play-- +He tumbled,--fetch'd ball,--and down for dead lay,-- +Then started alive to defend GEORGE THE THIRD, +While, in pleasure loud barking, their plaudits were heard. + EIGHT CURS, thus encouraged, stepp'd out with delight, +And suddenly rear'd on their hind legs upright, +They bow'd, and they curtsey'd with infinite skill, +And danced on the turf a graceful quadrille. + More MONGRELS rush forward, all eager to tell, +How their masters they serve, and in what they excel; +Each follow'd or Pedlar, or Tinker, or Gipsy, +And watch'd o'er the goods, while their masters got tipsy. + The POACHER'S-DOG trembling, and all in a fright, +Then whisper'd, _he_ follow'd his master by night; +_He_ never gave tongue, he safely could say, +And not telling tales, slunk slyly away. + "Stop a moment, dear Sir, and look not so rueful, +But hearken to me who'm the Dog for a Truffle; +Though your body be thin, and your spirits be low, +Comparisons often will comfort bestow; +Look at me, and acknowledge, that I'm somewhat leaner, +For they famish poor TRUFFLER to make him the keener." + +[Illustration: "_And watch'd o'er the Goods while their masters got +tipsy." p. 10._] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "_At length rose the Mastiff so gruff, and so surly." +p. 11._] + + At length rose the MASTIFF so gruff, and so surly, +That the Curs scamper'd off in a sad hurly burly. +"I am glad to observe that none of you dare +To boast of your courage; for," said he, "to compare +Your valour with mine, in vain would you strive all, +My Cousin the BULL-DOG alone is my rival; +We're both so undaunted, determined, and bold, +That on what we have fasten'd, we never quit hold. +He regrets that this meeting he cannot attend, +But he's gone into Norfolk to visit a friend, +And has left it with me his excuses to make, +While _he_ is engaged with the Bull at the stake." + "Hold hold,"--cried a Dog of gigantic dimensions, +Who came from Hibernia to urge his pretensions, +"Of your valour so matchless you're wondrously full, +But my honies you know, I'm the dog for a Bull; +And learn, my Progenitors, fam'd dogs of yore, +Could do more in two days, than you in a score. +Their brave feats I am told, are recorded by sages, +(Who wrote both of beasts and of men in past ages,) +That the WOLF-DOGS of ERIN, so fierce in their rage, +Dared in war with the Lords of the Forest engage, +And could I but meet with the beasts they have slain, +I'm the dog, my dear joy, to kill them again." +Cried the MASTIFF in haste, as he rose to reply, +"Your merit, dread Sir, I don't mean to deny, +For historical facts I'm inclined to rely on, +And tis said that your Ancestors vanquished the Lion; +Allowed--But I'm told, that at _present_ your race[B] +In Kamstchatka but fills a subordinate place." + Here a great dog observ'd--"Don't think me romantic, +Yet my Parents were born beyond the Atlantic; +But to brag of descent is not in my plan; +For merit more sterling I'm valu'd by man: +Through the journey of life, I his footsteps attend, +By night I'm his guardian, by day I'm his friend; +My pastime's to dive in the River or Sea, +For the rage of the deep has no terrors for me; +Nor for pleasure alone these risks do I brave, } +Kind fortune allowed me, my master to save, } +When, expiring, he struggled in vain with the wave." } + Said the PRESIDENT "Sir--I admire your skill, +But I hear you're disposed your own mutton to kill; +If true this report, don't think me too bold, +In advising you not to chuse Sheep from my fold." + The LEARNED-DOG next--"I boast not of my learning, +Though perhaps it has made me, than you more discerning; +I conceive you have none of you knowledge in Greek, +Sufficient of ancient Dogs' merits to speak-- +I shall mention a few--The first of them this is, +Poor ARCUS, the Dog of the wandering Ulysses; +He lived, the return of his master to greet, +Then bounding for joy, fell dead at his feet.-- +I doubt if you've heard Alcibiades name, +A Grecian fine gentleman, who, to his shame, +To give the Athenians a subject to rail, +Deprived a most beautiful Dog of his tail."[C] + When the Council heard this, the great members growl'd, +And every little Dog pitiously howl'd. +The clamour subsided--The wise Dog again, +Resumed his harangue, in a tedious strain;-- +Spoke of Theseus's hounds, of the true Spartan breed;-- +And the hounds of Actaeon, so famed for their speed-- +Of three-headed Cerberus, Guardian of Hell, +Whom Orpheus subdued with his musical spell. +How Hecuba changed, seeing dead Polydore, +And became--Vide Ovid--(here he heard the Dogs snore) +"Your patience my friends, I no longer will tire, +But brief make excuses, at the earnest desire +Of those friends from abroad, who all much lamented +That chance or engagements their attendance prevented. +The AFRICAN-DOG, said, that he did not dare +Quit the warm coast of Guinea in clothing so spare; +The LAPLAND and DANE-DOG the gay POMERANIAN, +The slender ITALIAN, sagacious SIBERIAN, +All pleaded the times; some could not get passports, +Some feared BONAPARTE, some were stopt by their own courts, +Some were mangy, distemper'd, and others insane, +With a few ladies LAP-DOGS afraid of the rain." +He spake--On the sudden a howling went round +From each TERRIER and MASTIFF and POINTER and HOUND, +For, full in the midst of the council, a CUR +(Whose presence no member had noticed before) + +[Illustration] + +Uprose to address them; blood-red was his eye, +His carcase was fleshless, and shrill was his cry, +His knees were all bent, as with weakness he shook, +And death and starvation scowled in his look.-- +"You may talk of Parnassus and Poets," he cried, +"Of their scorn, and neglect, may complain in your pride, +But that is all vanity, folly, conceit, +The disgust of the pamper'd, the pride of the great; +Look at me; I am starved--In yon hamlet I dwelt +And contented for years no distresses I felt, +Till the TAX, that my master had no means to pay, +From the comforts of home drove me famished away; +'Tis for _life_ I contend--Praise, Honour, Renown, +The song of the Bard, or the laureate Crown, +Will ne'er teach my blood in its freshness to flow, +Ne'er teach me with health and with vigour to glow; +Revenge, then, Revenge"----Exhausted he sunk,-- +And back from the sight in horror they shrunk. + A silence ensued--Thus the president spoke, +"This Council, my friends, I wished to convoke +Our rights to assert, but though each dog pretends } +To valour, or beauty, or skill, yet my friends } +If we look for success, much on union depends; } +Let no separate claims then this union betray, +For remember the promise, _each dog has his day_.-- +Tis our aggregate worth must our merits decide, +Our patience, sagacity, faithfulness tried; +We then shall deserve, if we don't obtain fame, +And the Poets, not we, incur the just blame; +This perhaps too may cause our arch-foe to relent, +And move to compassion the hard hearted D * * *; +If so, my companions, the good that may follow, +Is better than all we can get from APOLLO." +The PRESIDENT spoke, the fair omen they hail, +And in sign of delight each dog wagged his tail. +Thus agreed, e'er they rose, their thanks were resolved +_Nem_: _Con:_ to the chair, and the meeting dissolved. + +THE END. + +H. Bryer, Printer, Bridge-Street, Blackfriars. + + + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[Footnote A: N. B. This Dog was bred under a French Cook.] + +[Footnote B: Vide Buffon--Article Dogs.] + +[Footnote C: Vide Plutarch's Life of Alcibiades.] + + + + +_Of J. HARRIS may also be had_, + +THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL, and the GRASSHOPPER'S +FEAST. Price 1s. plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE PEACOCK "AT HOME!" a Sequel to the _Butterfly's +Ball_. Written by a Lady, and illustrated with +elegant Engravings. Price 1s. plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE LION'S MASQUERADE; a Sequel to the _Peacock +at Home_. Written by a Lady, and illustrated with +elegant Engravings. Price 1s. plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE ELEPHANT'S BALL, and _Grand Fete Champetre_: +intended as a Companion to those much admired +Pieces, the _Butterfly's Ball_, and _Grasshopper's Feast_. +Illustrated with elegant Engravings. Price 1s. plain, +and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE HORSE'S LEVEE, or the _Court of Pegasas_; intended +as a companion to the _Butterfly's Ball_, and _Peacock at +Home_. Illustrated with elegant Engravings. Price 1s. +plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE LOBSTER'S VOYAGE TO THE BRAZILS. Illustrated +with humourous Engravings. Price 1s. plain, and +1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE FEAST OF THE FISHES, or the _Whale's Invitation to +his Brethren of the Deep_. Illustrated with an elegant +Engraving. Price 9d. coloured. + +FLORA'S GALA. Illustrated with elegant Engravings. +Price 1s. plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + +THE ROSE'S BREAKFAST. Illustrated with elegant Engravings. +Price 1s. plain, and 1s. 6d. coloured. + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +Extraneous quotation marks were removed. + +Three illustrations are missing captions because the source images +were cropped too closely. + +Page 6: An oe-ligature was converted to "oe" in "Phoebus." + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31467.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31467.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6036b97880af06e115823f3c0278661e08f9c7a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31467.txt @@ -0,0 +1,434 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Emmy, Tor Martin Kristiansen and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + +THE.RUBAIYAT OF.A.BACHELOR + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: PROMISED TO PAY A WOMAN'S BILLS FOR LIFE.] + + + + + +THE.RUBAIYAT OF.A.BACHELOR + +[Illustration] + +BY HELEN ROWLAND + +DECORATIONS .... BY .... HAROLD .... SPEAKMAN + + DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY + NEW YORK + + COPYRIGHT 1915 BY + DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY + + TO + MY HUSBAND + WILLIAM HILL-BRERETON + THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY + DEDICATED + + WAKE! For the Spring has scattered into flight + The Vows of Lent, and bids the heart be light. + Bring on the Roast, and take the Fish away! + The Season calls--and Woman's eyes are bright! + + BEFORE the phantom of Pale Winter died, + Methought the Voice of Spring within me cried, + "When Hymen's rose-decked altars glow within, + Why nods the laggard _Bachelor_ outside?" + + AND, at the Signal, I who stood before + In idle musing, shouted, "Say no more! + You know how little while we have to Love-- + And Love's light Hand is knocking at the door!" + + NOW, the New Moon reviving old desires, + The gallant Youth to Sentiment aspires; + And ere he saunters forth on conquest bent, + Himself, like unto Solomon, attires. + +[Illustration: HIS WINTER GARMENTS HUNG--WHERE, NO ONE KNOWS!] + + HOW blithely through the smiling throng he goes, + His Winter garments hung--where, no one knows! + A Symphony in radiant scarfs and hose, + Wrought t'inspire a maiden's "Ah's!" and "Oh's!" + + INTO a new Flirtation, why not knowing, + Nor whence, his heart with madness overflowing; + Then out of it--and thence, without a pause, + Into _another_, willy-nilly blowing. + + WHAT if the conscience feel, perchance, a sting? + No danger waits him--save the _Wedding Ring_. + A Kiss is not the sin that yesterday + It was--for that was _Lent_, and this is _Spring_! + + SOME simple ones may sigh for wealth or fame, + And some, for the sweet Domestic Life, and tame; + But ah! give me a supper, a cigar, + A charming Woman--and the old Love-Game! + + SOME blue points on the half-shell, in a row, + Some iced champagne, a melting bird--and Thou + Beside me flirting, 'neath a picture hat-- + Oh, single life were Paradise enow! + + A COZY-CORNER tete-a-tete--what bliss! + A murmured word, a sigh, a stolen kiss-- + Ah, tell me, does the Promised Paradise + Hold anything one-half so sweet as this? + + AND yet, since I am made of common clay, + One charm I'd add to this divine array; + Lord make me _careful_, and whate'er betide, + Without proposing, let me slip away! + + FOR, some I've known, the bravest and the best, + Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest, + Have, one by one, walked straight into the Net, + Helpless, before the _Cozy Corner_ test! + + THUS, oft, beside some damsel fond and fair, + I've sat, thrilled by the perfume of her hair, + And madly longed to murmur, lip-to-lip, + "Beloved, marry me!"--but did not dare! + + FOR some I've wooed, when I felt blithe and gay, + Have looked _so different_, when we met next day, + That I have simply stopped to say, "So charmed!" + And shuddering, sped hurriedly away! + + LOOK to the Married Men! Alas, their gains + Are neither here nor there, for all their pains. + For wedding bells are rung--and loudly rung + To drown the clanking of the _Marriage Chains_! + + A MOMENT'S halt--a little word or two-- + And you have done what you can ne'er undo; + Promised to pay a Woman's bills for life-- + _Anchored_ yourself--and there's an end of you! + + AND we, who now make merry at the gloom + Of those who thus have gone to meet their doom-- + May we, ourselves, not some day follow suit, + Ourselves to be the Butt of jests--for whom? + + INDEED, 'tis better to have loved and lost-- + Taken the Kiss and fled, at any cost, + Than to have loved and married, and for aye, + Thereafter, by a _Woman_, to be bossed. + + WITH me, along that strip of Broadway strewn + With lovely maids, each radiant afternoon, + And think, of all the thousands you behold, + That you can marry one--and _only one_! + + BUT, if the lip I kiss, the hand I press, + Upon the morrow seem to charm me less, + Ah well, am I not still a _Bachelor_, + And thus, entitled to--another Guess? + +[Illustration: SOME FOR THE COMFORTS OF A CLUB MAY SIGH.] + + SOME for the comforts of a club may sigh, + And some for a hermit's lonely life. Not I! + Give me a cozy hearthside, and a Girl + Always "at home" when _I_ chance by! + + HER cushioned chair a spot where I may curl + My weary form, and rest, beyond the whirl + Of madd'ning cares; to rise at half-past ten, + And call next night--upon _another girl_! + + WHY, if a man can thus, at ease, abide + Each evening by a different damsel's side, + Were't not a shame--were't not a shame, for him + To any _one_, forever to be tied? + + AND so, the girls I've set my heart upon, + I've flattered, wooed a little--and anon, + Just as they thought to slip the fatal Noose + About my neck, behold--the Bird had flown! + + FOR this the argument that I submit-- + Refute it, if you can, with all your wit! + That Luck in Love, for such as you and I, + Consists in safely keeping _out_ of it! + + * * * * * + + THIS morn, I've quaffed at least a quart or more + Of water--yet am thirsty as before; + And that dark taste still lingers in the mouth + With which, last night, I reformation swore. + +[Illustration: SOME ANGEL, WITH A SAVING DRINK.] + + YET, when some Angel, with a saving drink + Of iced Nepenthe comes, I shall not shrink; + But, having drunk of it, shall feel again + As good and noble as before, I think. + + EACH morn some fresh repentance brings, you say? + Yes--but where leaves the vows of Yesterday? + For I shall make and break them all, again, + When Time hath taken _this_ Headache away. + + WHAT if my conscience seem an idle joke-- + My good resolves all disappear in smoke? + This thought remains--and is it not enough?-- + _I do not wear the Matrimonial Yoke!_ + + NAY! There is no one waiting at the door, + Whene'er I wander in at half-past four, + No one to question, no one to accuse, + No one, my shocking frailty to deplore! + + NO one to greet me with her tear-stained eyes, + No one to doubt my quaint, fantastic lies, + No one my foolish looks to criticize-- + Ah, but the knots, the KNOTS in marriage-ties! + + OH Friend, could you and I, somehow, conspire, + To grasp the Matrimonial Scheme entire, + Would we not shatter it to bits--and then, + Make of its bonds a rousing Funeral Pyre? + + MYSELF, when young, did eagerly frequent + The weddings of my friends on Bondage bent; + But evermore thanked Fate, when I escaped + Scot-free, by that same door wherein I went. + + INTO the fatal compact, why not knowing, + I've seen them go, nor dream where they were going; + Then out again, with shouts of "Westward, ho!" + The bitter seeds of _Alimony_ sowing! + + AH well, they say that, sometimes, side by side, + A cat and dog may peacefully abide. + Perhaps--perhaps. But that is only when + That cat and dog are not together tied! + + OFT, to some patient married man I turn, + The secret of his dumb content to learn, + But lip-to-ear, he mutters, "Fool, beware! + _This_ is the path, whence there is no return!" + +[Illustration: BUT, LIP-TO-EAR, HE MUTTERS, "FOOL, BEWARE!"] + + OH, threats of Hell, and hopes of Paradise! + One thing is certain--when a Husband dies, + No wife shall greet him _there_ with "Where's" or "Why's" + Nor mock with laughter his most subtle lies! + + NO matter whether up or down he goes, + He neither cares nor questions, I suppose; + Since Death can hold no bitterness for him, + Because--because--Oh well, he knows, HE KNOWS! + + WOULD you the spangle of existence spend + In Matrimony? Slow about, my Friend! + A maiden's hair is more oft false than true, + And on the chemist may her blush depend. + + A MAIDEN'S hair is more oft false than true! + Aye, and her Modiste is, perchance, the clue, + Could you but know it, to her sylph-like grace, + And, peradventure, to her _Figure_, too. + + WHY, for this NOTHING, then, should you provoke + The gods, or lightly don the galling yoke + Of unpermitted pleasure, under pain + Of Alimony-until-Death, if broke? + + WHY, when to-day your bills are promptly paid, + Assume the whims of some capricious maid, + Incur the debts you never did contract, + And yet must settle? Oh, the sorry trade! + +[Illustration: I SWORE--BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE?] + + TO "settle down and marry," oft of yore, + I swore--but was I sober when I swore? + And then there came another girl--and I + Turned gaily to the old Love-Game, once more. + + AND, much as I repented things like this, + And fondly dreamed of sweet Domestic Bliss, + I sometimes wonder what a wife can give, + One half so thrilling as a stolen kiss! + + YET, if the hair should vanish from my brow, + My girth, in time, to great dimensions grow-- + If youth's sweet-scented "Buds" should pass me by, + Accounting me an antiquated beau-- + + WHY then, some winged angel, ere too late-- + Some maiden verging onto twenty-eight-- + Will gladly take what's left of me, I trow, + And, leading me to wedlock, thank her Fate! + + * * * * * + + ALAS, for those who may to-day prepare + The wedding trousseau for the morrow's wear, + A voice of warning cried, "There's many a slip + Betwixt the Altar and the Solitaire!" + + INTO this pact, man glides like water flowing, + But _out_ of it is not such easy going; + For they, who once were simple, guileless things, + In Breach-of-Promise lore are now more knowing. + +[Illustration: WHAT! WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE?] + + WHAT! Would you cast a loving Woman hence? + Thou, Fickle One, prepare for penitence! + Full many a golden ducat shall you pay + To drown the memory of such insolence. + + AND every note, that, in your cups, you write, + In cold black Type, perchance shall see the light; + While all the World, across its coffee urn, + Shall titter gaily at the sorry sight. + + AH yes! For all the papers, which discussed + Your wedding plans, shall turn your cake to crust, + Publish your letters and your photographs, + And trail your Egotism in the dust! + + THE Opera Queens, that men have wooed and won, + Have loved them for a while, and then--anon, + Like snow upon Broadway, with lightsome "touch," + Annexed their millions, and alas, have flown! + + OH look you, in the long and varied list + Of Millionaires thus rifled and dismissed, + How, rich man, after rich man, bode his hour, + Then went his way, to swell the golden grist. + + WHAT Diva's rubies ever glow so red + As when some Gilded Chappie hath been bled? + And every diamond the Show Girl wears, + Dropped in her lap, when some Fool lost his head. + + AND those who hung around the green-room door, + And those who backed the Show and paid the score, + Alike, to no such "Angels" have been turned, + As, once repentant, men feel sorry for. + + OH, my Good Fellow, keep the cash, that clears + To-day of unpaid debts and future fears. + To-morrow! Why, to-morrow, you may be, + Yourself, with Yesterday's cast-off millionaires. + + THEN, make the most of what you still may spend, + Ere you, too, into bankruptcy descend, + Bill upon bill, and under bill, to lie, + Sans Cash, sans Love, sans Lady--What an end! + + * * * * * + + WASTE not your evenings in the vain pursuit + Of this or that girl. Bittersweet the fruit! + Better be jocund with them, one and all, + And loving _many_, thus your love dilute. + + SOME, with vivacity have sought to charm + Away my fears, and still my soul's alarm; + To win me subtly, with a smile or sigh, + Or sweet appealing touch upon the arm. + + OTHERS have tempted me with festive cheer, + And Chafing-dish Concoctions, quaint and queer; + With dear, domestic airs have plied their arts-- + Yet, all their wiles were neither there nor here! + + BUT when _Platonic Friendship_ they have tried, + Then, to the gods for Mercy, have I cried! + For, in the Husband-hunt, all other snares + Sink into Nothingness, _this_ game beside! + + THERE is the Trap, from which you may not flee; + There is the Net, through which no man may see. + Some jest at "love," some talk of "chums," and then, + Into the Consomme, for thee and me! + +[Illustration: THERE IS THE TRAP, FROM WHICH YOU MAY NOT FLEE.] + + WHETHER to Church, or to the Magistrate, + You follow, after that, 'tis all too late! + For, from your Pipe-dream, you, at last, shall wake, + A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate! + + LOVE, but the Vision of a dear desire! + Marriage, the Ashes, whence has fled the fire! + Cast into chains which you, yourself, have forged! + Caught, like a sheep upon a stray barbed wire! + + + * * * * * + + OH Thou, who first the Apple Tree didst shake, + And e'en in Eden flirted with the Snake, + Still, as in that first moment 'neath the Bough, + Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make! + + BUT this I know--whether the one True Mate, + Or just some Fluffy Thing with hook and bait, + Eve-like, tempt _me_--one flash of Common Sense, + And all her sorcery shall be too late! + + THEN, let her never look for me, again; + For, once escaped, how many moons shall wane, + And wax and wane full oft, while still she looks + Down that same street--but ah, for ME, in vain! + + YET, much as I have played the Infidel, + If, as the fated Pitcher to the Well, + _Too oft_ to Love's empyrean Font I stray, + To fall, at last, beneath some Siren's spell, + + THEN, in your mercy, Friend, forbear to smile, + And with the grape my last few hours beguile, + Or, let me in some Caravanserie, + My Cynic's soul to _shackles_ reconcile. + + AND when, with me, some fair, triumphant lass, + Up to the rose-decked Altar-Rail shall pass, + And, in her joyous errand, reach the spot, + Where we're made _One_--oh, drain a silent glass! + Tamam. + +[Illustration: T A M A M] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Rubaiyat of a Bachelor, by Helen Rowland + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31486.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31486.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..06c72c66aa1a541b894efbc6cbc200724e12f1d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31486.txt @@ -0,0 +1,339 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, David Wilson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + The + MONKEY'S FROLIC. + + A humorous tale, + in verse. + + + [Publisher's device] + + + LONDON: + GRANT AND GRIFFITH, + successors to + J. HARRIS, CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD. + + + + + The + MONKEY'S FROLIC. + + A + Humorous Tale. + + + [Publisher's device] + + + LONDON: + GRANT AND GRIFFITH, + successors to + JOHN HARRIS, CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD. + + + + +The MONKEY'S FROLIC. + + + Our tale is a true one, from which may be taught + A maxim for youth, with utility fraught;-- + _If terrors assail you, examine the cause, + And all will be well_;--for, by NATURE'S kind laws, + Nor Goblins nor Spectres on earth have a station,-- + These phantoms are all of ideal creation. + +[Illustration] + + A _Monkey_, that comical tricks would be at, + His frolics one morning began with the _Cat_; + He chatter'd, as much as to say _How d' ye do?_ + And _Puss_ look'd her thanks, and politely cried _Mew_! + _Pug_ then shook her paw, and they sat down together, + _Puss_ washing her face, indicating wet weather. + +[Illustration] + + But, mischief the _Monkey_ inclining to harbour, + His skill he resolved now to try as a _Barber_.-- + A soap-box conveniently lay in the room, + "Miss _Puss_," he exclaim'd, "you'll be shaved, I presume?" + Then scraping and bowing with grin and grimace, + Despite of resistance, he lather'd her face. + +[Illustration] + + Now _Pug_ could not find either razor or knife, + So _Puss_ ran no hazard of losing her life;-- + Yet razor or knife though they could not be had, + _Pug_ found what the terrified _Cat_ thought as bad; + A knife made of ivory, in use to cut paper, + With which Barber _Pug_ now proceeded to scrape her. + +[Illustration] + + But _Puss_ on a sudden deserted her station, + Disliking (no wonder) the strange operation, + And ran round the room without means of escaping; + While _Pug_, still determined to give her a scraping, + Pursued, and, regardless of struggle or prayer, + Fast bound her, at last, to the back of a chair. + +[Illustration] + + When, tucking a napkin close under her chin, + Each mew of dismay he return'd with a grin; + And yelling and chattering they raised such a clatter, + That _Susan_ rush'd in to learn what was the matter; + When _Pug_, overturning the chair midst the clack, + Ran off, leaving _Pussy_ stretched out on her back. + +[Illustration] + + The sight was to _Susan_ so curious, that faster + She ran _out_ than _in_, to tell _Mistress_ and _Master_; + But, when they came up, neither _Puss_ nor the _Shaver_ + Was there, to account for improper behaviour;-- + For _Pug_ had contrived, amid _Susan's_ alarms, + To reach the house-top, with Miss _Puss_ in his arms. + +[Illustration] + + Now fearing that _Pug_ or Miss _Puss_ might be maim'd, + "Go, fetch a long ladder," the _Master_ exclaim'd; + "And bring them down quickly both _Barber_ and _Cat_." + "Oh, oh!" thought the _Monkey_, "I _sha'nt suffer that_."-- + The ladder was climb'd by a servant so valiant, + But _Pug_ with loose tiles soon repulsed the assailant. + +[Illustration] + + Against all manoeuvre apparently proof, + _Pug_ chatter'd and paced to and fro on the roof, + And fondled the _Cat_, and next, pitying her case, + He wiped with the napkin the suds from her face; + As nurse would a child, then he held her out _so_, + While all the spectators kept laughing below. + +[Illustration] + + Now seeing him thus to good humour inclined, + They thought he might prove more pacific of mind, + So mounted the ladder another assailer; + When _Pug_, of loose tiles now perceiving a failure, + Eluded the grasp of pursuit with a hop, + And gained an adjacent and tall chimney-pot. + +[Illustration] + + It chanced that the vent of this same chimney led + Direct to a chamber, confined to his bed + Where lay an old gentleman, ill with the gout, + _And wishing some bad fate might thence drag him out!_ + _Pug_, missing his footing, 'midst vapour and fume, + That instant with _Puss_ tumbled into the room. + +[Illustration] + + Grimed over with soot, they kick'd up such a rout, + And caper'd the sick man's apartment about, + And chatter'd and squall'd in a manner so hideous, + Like young imps of darkness, that, not to be tedious, + The sufferer forgot both his gout and his prayers, + And scamper'd, pursued by these phantoms, down stairs! 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Short Poems and Hymns for Children. + + + + +Printed by Samuel Bentley and Co., Bangor House, Shoe Lane. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31514.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31514.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..758cd3d7dd892071705f5f2d864f2371dacf9f82 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31514.txt @@ -0,0 +1,587 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sorour Imani. + + + + + + + + Prussian Blue + + Paul Cameron Brown + + + + NOT SO MUCH + + I evaded capture today + with only a handful of dust + to escape that Old Sandman Death. + + Certainly, those maroon berries, + so large & luscious, + crowded on their fat stems + had something to do with it + as did the ground fog + leaving its burrow as so many boll-weevils + their crowded nests. + + And there might be something to the fact + the moonlight sat + fat & confidant in the night sky + as surely + as my head rests on this pillow + and the poem invites itself + into my lair of thoughts, + much as nestlings charge the + entrance to the runway + of a tree. + + I walked flat out + in an instance + as standing urine + held its own stench + and the grim splash within the pond + dead center in the wilderness + underscores the tone of this warning. + + One thought encapsulates wonder + though suggestive evil hides + leaden leaves buried in lake mud + down the corner eaves of someone's + fire hydrant mind. + When you pray for someone + an Angel sits on their shoulder, + when that same someone hates you + does that Angel die of grief? + + Serendipity is a flower + and those clouds + re-arranging the breeze + harbingers of forbidden things + not so much like these boulders + use hand-held scissors to open twilight + and watch this fading light ebb forth + tip-I-toe like a bird + squeezed thru an opening + in its cage. + + + + SERPENTINE + + More fragment of tree + than serpent + clothed in wet + he mirrors me + bedraggled in stone + cloak or so it seems + this cavernous ledge coven. + + Is he witch's totem + swimming at yard's length + I can web reach him + startling darts of rain + cutting lagoon's edge + this sedge & eel grass dragon. + + + + LITHUANIAN DOLLS /CONSULATE FRONT + + These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones + not canisters of the Faith + but cannon-balls engraved + in tome-like stares so much + waxen shapes, these dust cloths + & spidery webs. + + Dolls with eyes stare + lidless & forlorn + such eyes are cracks + minden shapes or basement eves + hogans of the human form. + I'm interested in the priapic + silence of such dolls--their + indolent aura in time + one long amber twilight + & the results are in + the shadows have produced twins + ...hazy silhouettes rough-housing + in the dark, come passing headlights + although the stampede of noises + affects nought. + + Ticker-tape & collage + in quick thick barrage + these lonesome dolls + slouching half-pinned + in their stalls-- + a cat transcends crouching his spine + then pelvic thrusts and tableaux change. + + People are divisive, dolls less so. + the dolls know nothing of that. + + + + BEGIN AND BEGUILE + + If brains be gables & minds, say, the shutters + in a derelict New England Mansion + then intuition is in the + eaves & casements + the well-springs seeping into turrets & cupolas + of all other nether spaces. + + These big, wide entrances are ourselves in all their splendor, + notwithstanding the Winchester Mansions + or Vanderbilt Estates where our + very personalities are laid bare + see antics give rise to attics + feed in onto themselves + where the Astor's of our alter-egos + are resplendent in rich pride of self + longing to manifest in lavish architecture + so redolent of wealth + yet see-sawing in, squabbling + their thread-bare servant quarters + where murderous passions + bare dingy walls and where stained, + yellowing wallpaper is harbinger to + further heart-felt quarrels & + what is unspeakable, gilded and more. + Manifold and many, recant and lament. Repent. + + + + FIRE BUSH + + If flies be dragons + and they may you know. + In large desiccated brambles + where wasps go + involuntary blue-green coelacanths + these Devil's Darning Needles + wedge in Flying Circuses + frame pale diaphanous wet green sky + as shooting columns + twig and Rock Face. + + There, fire-bush + entrance scrapes paler wax + green fronds then + Blue Holes into canopies + thru the stars. + + + + SKOOTEMATTA + + Sheldrake, a magician + --the mandrake + a mythic plant whose shriek + drove listeners wild.... + this lake, Sheldrake + and its windsong-heartswoon + counterpart, Skootematta + with Shabomeka & + a whiff of Buckshot Lake to boot, + waves lapping the + prayerful stones-- + water's edge + the earth's bones.... + Lakes an art-form + hardscrabble scribble + shorthand on a blessed land. + + The mysticism of basic shadows, + occult shapes of ourselves. + + + + ANIMALS AND THE STARS + + Crickets are a strange place, + cricks of dew hemmed + with hoar-frost + mushrooming by a door. + + The glens are fashions of a loom + eerie pads + are nightly rooms. + + The padlocks + remove the key + as grass-hoppers + keep the meadow free. + + A twilight world + along the edge + at rapier's length + this light, this point + at end of the void. + + + AND THEN SOME + + The anger past + as a cat arches her back + a thickly rich robust anger + blackest coffee in a thick + earthen mug + this thug & mugger with sufficient + silk thread. + + Yet the assassin is back + with catcalls & hiss + cortisol adrenalin that + lunge like that cat + rapid-fire along the back garden fence + this patio stroll + my senses black. + + And time luxuriating like a thick veil. + + That dread pack with + anger in the lead + --what prevokes it-- + obviously really + a pack of violent + running lies--wolves + hell-bent running over + intent on deceit, + thievery, then some. + + A narrative with a long reach. + + + WOODSY BACKWOODS POEM + + I saw Bear + shopping with Santa Claus + at the North of 7 Plaza + only he wasn't wearing a bib-- + only a cotton-wool imitation synthetic + polystyrene white fluffy instead. + + I saw the Bear + gracing a wall at the + Old Trout Lake Hotel + (part-time job), + looking self-satisfied, + smug back of the Mosque Lake Road + but a self-starter, no less, + lacking the wherewithal, nonetheless, + to be a serious shit-disturber + accolades & kudos aside, still + circus Work is hard & + good dancing difficult to come by, + poor dish of custard, sticky stuffed bastard. + + yet the pay-off begins + when Bear gets home + with only grubs in the bank + and maggots to show + for his life's work, alas, + no fireworks for free + in the big grin as you den, + leaf-off frenzy + witch begins October + month of orange zen + zip up only can ya please. + + + + CORNER STORE FIFTIES REVEILLE + + I met Bear at the 5 n' dime + sipping a Cream Soda + he was voluble & + needed to talk... + "I got a shit-load on my mind," + mumbling something about some + run-in with a Mountie--tampering + with Crown Evidence, the purloined Honey Jar, + in question, Jimmy Dean was there, too, + polishing his coolness though he would + have his own Run-In later in the evening. + As Marilyn had left, + I decided to forgo Bear's company, + still slurping his Soda & + crying into the bubbles, + some things never change. + + + + TROUT LAKE HOTEL + + The walls don't lack sincerity, here, + or be accused of "ordinary," + what with the bleached remains + of a carbon skull, a yellowing pike head + of uncertain girth, adder-like fangs + positioned like the Bear Head + gasping for the night air + one wall over or + the old pool table + that's seen as many games + as ghosts fly by or drinks downed + in the penumbra Shooters + flaming elixir stars, + a shooting gallery of exotica and potent portions-- + crimson Garter, Pink Panties, + the men in this lounge live up to that + with cigarettes bullying the air, chortles, + one doesn't expect to see southern good ole boys + in the North Backwoods with no 'gators + or Biloxi Blues but a gallows to good intentions, + nonetheless. + + + + NORTHWOODS POEM + + Watermelon, + ears of skeleton + wet nose with marshmallow + I saw the Bear leaning on + Santa for a favor. + + II + Here's Bear, week's growth of beard, + long bushy eyebrows + still reeking of gin + apparently wanted the penny-strapped Claus' + to dump Rudolph, + spray-paint his coat white + use Bear's fleshy drinker's nose + to lead the sleigh + that crazy night. + + III + A tiff erupted + Rudolph almost lost it + santa ended paying Hibernation fees + though Bear grumbled he wasn't + bedding Next to no knot of worms garter snakes. + + + + ORANGE LICHENS + + Orange lichens, in sun-like clusters, + entomb the Rockface wall + a sheer ascent from the waterline + into glassy viscous green--- + the plummet from skyward + to lake face + passes breathless squadrons + of Dragon Flies + --devil's Darning Needles + threading the air + where Wolf Spiders + bivouac in web-castles, + thin Draculas to their insect host + each hairy mantle black + with burrow moats at high watermark; + yet unforeseen are the funnel lairs + for bull snakes + each water thrasher + gracing the rotund, behemoth Rock + lunging like a Spirit Presence up + from this watery chalice. + + + + SIX OWLETS + + Six owlets sitting in a tree, + six cats in effigy, + six of both in a boat + the leeward lives in Innisfree. + + Six women marching + through a park, + six lanterns at rest + six cauldrons to + six walking abreast. + + In the still of the morning + I'd hazard a guess + there's a little less. + + + + TWILLINGATE + + We all end up badly and + it's not the season nor the salt + rather, I suspect but type of gherkin used. + + We all end, badly, at least + the more modest of us do. + the old salts they dine on + limericks anyways. + + We all end up, sadly, the distances + and the wiles only last up, + sideways, and barely with + the edge-ways of a smile. + + Some of us, sadly, + limit our losses + call off the posse + quit deals, the + quicksilver steals. + + Some of us, gladly, + surrender or catch + a slow boat to Twillingate, + if not willingly, + at least painstakingly. + + + + BRAVURA + + Memory as embankment, + a mudslide at High Tide + with shades up... + my avocado green brethren + pleasures the soil. + + Memory as enchantment + a Belle at a Soiree, + pureed, Gaston at a Dinner Party. + + Napanee suggests sympathy, + a serendipity... + as water winders its way + to clay in a moonlight + turn of the bottle, + I shall find a way. + that's ironclad. + + + + WHISKY GIRL + + I like'em ragged round the rim, + rough drawn at dawn + panting at the edge, + belly-button ring + tattooed naval + drinking silk panties shooters, + not much in between + if you know + What I mean + + + + HIGH FREQUENCY DRAW (HIGH ALERT) + + Les bougies sur les tombeaux + (The candles on the graves) + antilles dread locks ... + french chocolate it is not. + + + + RED FOX (RED HORSE LAKE) + + A magnificent Red Devil + splayed out in his tracks; + this tumultuous soul, baron of the backwoods + with his provenance unknown ... + this compromise to individuality + abandons him to chorome death + under a canopy-canapé dream-coated rock dome. + + Trepanned, empire of trees, dark matter + & a castle of leaves, + a fish-hawk for a tomahawk + in his thermo-cline eyes ... + dithyrambic young osprey in the offing, + candelabra under stars. + + Going inland for freshwater prawns, + sandalwood and tortoiseshells + finding bewitchment amid moving cars. + + + + WHEN I WAS A MUCH YOUNGER MAN + + When I was a much younger man, + my spiritual homeland was a scrub-mile of bush with thicket + leaves the size of your palms. + + Saucer-size holes of white air enveloped the edge of trees + and the sky was large, an upturned pitcher + placed upon its ears... + edge-wise cicadas & June Beetles let out long throbs + and the people rounded out lives between the farmhouse & the barn. + This ennobled them and they were famously resilient and, in turn, + redolent with firmness & the gladness of life. + + There was a Drive House, a pig pen, sheds & a chicken coop and, by + night, stars became the earlier evening swallows gulping the space Left in + the train of the moon. There was no one Empress of the Night anymore + than a Prince or Kings towered across the landscape. + Stillness and the largeness of things, predominated, and a hill cascading + between the fields & pond held both largess and chaos in nature. + + A fence line divided the dynasties, then Regencies across an orchard + & what seemed to many an enchanted bridge to the woods. + + It was here a boy made his stand. + + The language of rock/hillside/lakes & nettle stands like the back of my hand + to fill a calendar wall, their musical sounds are brave arias in waves + with sonatas first in strength, then pleasure. + + This Frontenac Axis as fortress, strong-hold, its booty lichens, moss, + legends such as Meyer's Cave, John Meyers murdered for silver, + Mazinaw Rock, the Mugwumps + more water in this Davy Jones locker than all Araby, + this wonder & merriment all strung in a violin string + as webs of beads these lakes + silver cistern, + lovely listening, + this necklace of forest wreath, + placid leaf fingering wide-eyed watershed rich in Massasauga serpents + like daggers in that tarn, karst topography lime-stone carapace + Painted Turtle hemorrhaging as orange leaves in Sumac troves, + copses as sky counts, lakes like the back of my hand ache with the wish + I could swim them all, wallow in their own restless energy. + Snapping Turtle Point, a pail of water and a beast three bucket sizes + with a yellow underbelly like an alligator, claws, black raven mouth + lunging his neck as some gladiator's sword primitive in his ferocity. + Nigh near lacerated my hand, no wish, here, to leave digits there as new + Finger Lakes. + + Names masculine to the touch and their roundness----Mississageon, + Buckshot could pepper a listener or blur in seconds turning effete, + Shabomeeka, Sharbot or learn likeness and leisure in the form of the + lute, Kashwakemak, sound brittle----Rogue's Hollow, Marlbank, + Lime Lake, the Claire River disappearing into a swamp & muskeg + where one maps out one's personal Mythology-- + Napanee is and as Anthology. + + + + The End + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31515.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31515.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7bb29f5366e14cd34e64abfe2e6fc7769f5c9705 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31515.txt @@ -0,0 +1,188 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sorour Imani. + + + + + + + THE RAKE'S PROGRESS + + Paul Cameron Brown + + + + Published by + South Western Ontario Poetry + + Copyright Paul Cameron Brown 1980 + + + + THE RAKE'S PROGRESS + + I borrow De Quincey's Confessions + of an Opium Eater, the aforementioned + an account of that singular + Oriental vice, + whereupon misplacing the volume + in transit + from the checkpoint, I attempt + to capsulize + the book's misadventures only to + suffer taciturnity + on the part of the staff until, + the duplicity + of a continued numbers game in + Chinese wearing + thin and with lassitude similar to + the opium habit, + the Chief Librarian, a girl herself + of Eastern domesticity + greets my queries with hushed tones + and solemnity akin to + a leering Siamese or bedridden + Cheshire cat. + + + + REGALIA + + If the rich are different + they show it with the + clarity of their table + as Fitzgerald decried, + the breathless hush + of their garden regalias, + the manner in which wedgewood + crystal are cleaned to a + polished exactness-- + the shimmer of expensive china + no less repetitive than + the hulking boys + waiting in window stops, + monsoon rain pelting + the upper Punjab plains. + + + + DESIRE + + Sleep is a striking woman + accosted by various men + while in a dance; + the warring desires thus + present themselves as on + a battlefield-- + hunger comes arrayed with + red plumes to befit + his appetites, + sensuality somewhat + decked out as a dandy + in a mauve waistcoat + and, of course, there is + Fear, the most thwarted + of the suitors, bejewelled with a + flashing sabre, rattling it from + the tail of his skinny stick horse, + the pale charger riding + to intercept the beautiful courtesan + Sleep + bestowing her favours illicitly + wherein she would but choose. + + + + PONDICHERRY + + Chess pieces resting upon the jade + mantle piece + see sampans move quietly + thru warm night, + rich bundles of bougainvillea + crowd market squares + where deck chairs extend + to the Persian Gulf. + + Leisured gentlemen + finger walking canes, + hold eyelids thick as goblets, + sharp tridents beside private lairs. + + Skin in puffy whiteness bulges under + lamp's white glare, becomes copra + gathered + miles from Pondicherry, sesame oil + in rotting casks. + + And the Indian heat, closing with + certitude + akin to the trance of the snake + charmer, + holds his flute poised with the + Bengali lancer + riding a slow crop over the prostrate + polo ball. + + + + MANGROVES + + How do you survive + in the mangrove swamps-- + amid the twitchings of foetid water + & lice thick as baby tears? + + How, with all the wallow of thick muck + making suction noises and the teams in + relays + searching nightly with baited hounds, + do you pull free? + + Your bamboo pole knows every ploy + but a slender craft ill-equipped + to sparring blows from every quarter + the undergrowth necessitates. + + The closeness of the clammy night + heaved about like so much rotting + fruit will draw + the ants ... devouring like that + abundance of cold yellow eye-- + the firefly swarms that mock your + heavy steel machete arm. + + Across the drift of darkness + and the insect life + you bat in swarms, + the ultimate danger is not in the + cayman giant + or his reptilian cousin named of + copper wire, + the anaconda, or even mindless holes, + thick black + ooze that throttles a victim ... but + two legged form coming, + searching ... a spectre on hind quarters + with a bolo knife stepping + free of that beaded circle, the inner + camp. + + + + The End + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Rake's Progress, by Paul Cameron Brown + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31565.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31565.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c074e80be204b7251971776d33cd806bb4b91d79 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31565.txt @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ + + + + + +THE WORKS OF BALZAC + +A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions + +By Honoré De Balzac + + +Edited by David Widger + + + + + +Note: This work is dedicated to Dagny, who, 10 years ago, was part of +the "Balzac Team" which produced 100 eBooks for Project Gutenberg. + +See the html file which includes active links to all the eBooks listed. + +DW + + + + + +Contents + + +COMPLETE WORKS—Alphabetized + +COMEDIE HUMAINE + +SCENES DE LA VIE PRIVEE + +SCENES DE LA VIE PROVINCE + +SCENES DE LA VIE PARISIENNE + +SCENES DE LA VIE POLITIQUE + +SCENES DE LA VIE MILITAIRE + +SCENES DE LA VIE DE CAMPAGNE + +ETUDES PHILOSOPHIQUES + +ETUDES ANALYTIQUES + + + + +COMEDIE HUMAINE + +SCENES DE LA VIE PRIVEE + +SCENES FROM PRIVATE LIFE + At the Sign of the Cat and Racket (La Maison du Chat-qui Pelote) +The Ball at Sceaux (Le Bal de Sceaux) +The Purse (La Bourse) +Vendetta (La Vendetta) +Madame Firmiani (Mme. Firmiani) +A Second Home (Une Double Famille) +Domestic Peace (La Paix du Menage) +Paz (La Fausse Maitresse) +Study of a Woman (Etude de femme) +Another Study of Woman (Autre etude de femme) +The Grand Breteche (La Grande Breteche) +Albert Savarus (Albert Savarus) +Letters of Two Brides (Memoires de deux Jeunes Mariees) +A Daughter of Eve (Une Fille d'Eve) +A Woman of Thirty (La Femme de Trente Ans) +The Deserted Woman (La Femme abandonnee) +La Grenadiere (La Grenadiere) +The Message (Le Message) +Gobseck (Gobseck) +The Marriage Contract (Le Contrat de Mariage) +A Start in Life (Un Debut dans la vie) +Modeste Mignon (Modeste Mignon) +Beatrix (Beatrix) +Honorine (Honorine) +Colonel Chabert (Le Colonel Chabert) +The Atheist's Mass (La Messe de l'Athee) +The Commission in Lunacy (L'Interdiction) +Pierre Grassou (Pierre Grassou) + + + + +SCENES DE LA VIE PROVINCE + +SCENES FROM PROVINCIAL LIFE +Ursula (Ursule Mirouet) +Eugenie Grandet (Eugenie Grandet) +Pierrette (Les Celibataires, Pierrette) +The Vicar of Tours (Le Cure de Tours) +The Two Brothers, (The Black Sheep) (Un Menage de Garcon, La Rabouilleuse) +The Illustrious Gaudissart (L'illustre Gaudissart, Parisians in the Country) +The Muse of the Department (La Muse du departement) +The Old Maid, Jealousies of a Country Town (La Vieille Fille, Les Rivalites) +The Collection of Antiquities (Le Cabinet des antiques) +The Lily of the Valley (Le Lys dans la Vallee) +Two Poets, Lost Illusions:—I. (Les Deux Poetes, Illusions Perdues:—I.) +A Distinguished Provincial at Paris (Un Grand homme de province a Paris, 1re partie) +Eve and David (Eve et David) + + + + +SCENES DE LA VIE PARISIENNE + +SCENES FROM PARISIAN LIFE +Scenes from a Courtesan's Life, Esther Happy (Splendeurs et Miseres des Courtisanes +What Love Costs an Old Man (A combien l'amour revient aux vieillards) +The End of Evil Ways (Ou menent les mauvais Chemins) +Vautrin's Last Avatar (La derniere Incarnation de Vautrin) +A Prince of Bohemia (Un Prince de la Boheme) +A Man of Business (Un Homme d'affaires) +Gaudissart II (Gaudissart II.) +Unconscious Comedians, The Unconscious Humorists (Les Comediens sans le savoir) +Ferragus, The Thirteen (Ferragus, Histoire des Treize) +The Duchesse de Langeais (La Duchesse de Langeais) +Girl with the Golden Eyes (La Fille aux yeux d'or) +Father Goriot, Old Goriot (Le Pere Goriot) +Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau (Grandeur et Decadence de Cesar Birotteau) +The Firm of Nucingen (La Maison Nucingen) +Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan (Les Secrets de la princesse de Cadignan) +Bureaucracy, The Government Clerks (Les Employes) +Sarrasine (Sarrasine) +Facino Cane (Facino Cane) +Cousin Betty, Poor Relations:—I. (La Cousine Bette, Les Parents Pauvres:—I.) +Cousin Pons, Poor Relations:—II. (Le Cousin Pons, Les Parents Pauvres:—II.) +The Lesser Bourgeoisie, The Middle Classes (Les Petits Bourgeois) + + + + +SCENES DE LA VIE POLITIQUE + +SCENES FROM POLITICAL LIFE +An Historical Mystery, The Gondreville Mystery (Une Tenebreuse Affaire) +An Episode Under the Terror (Un Episode sous la Terreur) +Brotherhood of Consolation, Seamy Side of History (Mme. de la Chanterie, L'Envers de l'Histoire Contemporaine) +Initiated, The Initiate (L'Initie) +Z. Marcas (Z. Marcas) +The Deputy of Arcis, The Member for Arcis (Le Depute d'Arcis) + + + + +SCENES DE LA VIE MILITAIRE + +SCENES FROM MILITARY LIFE +The Chouans (Les Chouans) +A Passion in the Desert (Une Passion dans le desert) + + + + +SCENES DE LA VIE DE CAMPAGNE + +SCENES FROM COUNTRY LIFE +The Country Doctor (Le Medecin de Campagne) +The Village Rector, The Country Parson (Le Cure de Village) +Sons of the Soil, The Peasantry (Les Paysans) + + + + +ETUDES PHILOSOPHIQUES + +PHILOSOPHICAL STUDIES +The Magic Skin (La Peau de Chagrin) +The Alkahest, The Quest of the Absolute (La Recherche de l'Absolu) +Christ in Flanders (Jesus-Christ en Flandre) +Melmoth Reconciled (Melmoth reconcilie) +The Unknown Masterpiece, The Hidden Masterpiece (Le Chef-d'oeuvre inconnu) +The Hated Son (L'Enfant Maudit) +Gambara (Gambara) +Massimilla Doni (Massimilla Doni) +Juana, The Maranas (Les Marana) +Farewell (Adieu) +The Recruit, The Conscript (Le Requisitionnaire) +El Verdugo (El Verdugo) +A Drama on the Seashore, A Seaside Tragedy (Un Drame au bord de la mer) +The Red Inn (L'Auberge rouge) +The Elixir of Life (L'Elixir de longue vie) +Maitre Cornelius (Maitre Cornelius) +Catherine de' Medici, The Calvinist Martyr (Sur Catherine de Medicis, Le Martyr calviniste) +The Ruggieri's Secret, (La Confidence des Ruggieri) +The Two Dreams (Les Deux Reves) Louis Lambert (Louis Lambert) +The Exiles (Les Proscrits) +Seraphita (Seraphita) + + + + +ETUDES ANALYTIQUES + +ANALYTICAL STUDIES +The Physiology of Marriage (Physiologie du Mariage) +Petty Troubles of Married Life (Petites misères de la vie conjugale) + + + + +ALPHABETICAL LISTING OF THE COMPLETE PG BALZAC + +Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850) + + + +A Street of Paris +(With many Paintings) + +The Human Comedy + +One Hundred Balzac Books and Stories Listed in Alphabetical Order: + +Adieu +The Alkahest +The Collection of Antiquities +The Deputy of Arcis +The Atheist's Mass +The Ball at Sceaux +Beatrix +Cousin Betty +Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau +A Prince of Bohemia +The Lesser Bourgeoisie +Brotherhood of Consolation +Bureaucracy +A Man of Business +La Grande Breteche +Facino Cane +Colonel Chabert +The Chouans +Christ in Flanders +The Human Comedy +A Distinguished Provincial at Paris +The Country Doctor +Domestic Peace +Massimilla Doni +Droll Stories +The Duchesse de Langeais +The Elixir of Life +A Daughter of Eve +Eve and David +The Exiles +Farewell +Ferragus +Gambara +Father Goriot +The Illustrious Gaudissart +Gaudissart II +Girl with the Golden Eyes +Gobseck +Eugenie Grandet +La Grenadiere +The Hated Son +A Second Home +Honorine +Juana +Louis Lambert +Letters of Two Brides +The Lily of the Valley +The Commission in Lunacy +Madame Firmiani +The Magic Skin +Maitre Cornelius +Z. Marcas +The Marriage Contract +The Physiology of Marriage +The Hidden Masterpiece +Catherine de' Medici +An Historical Mystery +The Message +Melmoth Reconciled +Modeste Mignon +An Old Maid +The Muse of the Department +The Napoleon of the People +The Firm of Nucingen +Pamela Giraud +Parisians in the Country +A Passion in the Desert +Paz +Petty Troubles of Married Life +Pierre Grassou +Pierrette +Cousin Pons +The Purse +The Recruit +The Red Inn +A Drama on the Seashore +Scenes from a Courtesan's Life +Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan +Seraphita +Sarrasine +Albert Savarus +At the Sign of the Cat and Racket +Sons of the Soil +A Start in Life +A Street of Paris +A Woman of Thirty +Study of a Woman +An Episode Under the Terror +The Thirteen +The Two Brothers +Two Poets +Unconscious Comedians +The Unknown Masterpiece +Ursula +Vendetta +El Verdugo +The Vicar of Tours +The Village Rector +Another Study of Woman +The Deserted Woman + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31606.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31606.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5e7e3db3c55c50b67e557b1ac16157d7d1979a9d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31606.txt @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Linda Cantoni, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Transcriber's Note: This e-text is sheet music. The music notation +and a midi file can be found in the HTML version. The cover page of +the sheet music lists all twelve of N. Louise Wright's preludes; this +e-text contains the first one, marked with an arrow (-->) on the cover +page. + +Text in italics is marked with _underscores_. Text in bold is marked +with =equal signs=. The musical flat symbols on the cover page are +represented as [flat].] + + + + +_To Mr. E.R. Kroeger_ + + +N. LOUISE WRIGHT + + +Op. 25 + +TWELVE PRELUDES + +FOR THE PIANOFORTE + + +I +-->PRELUDE IN F MAJOR + +II +PRELUDE IN E[flat] MAJOR + +III +PRELUDE IN E[flat] MAJOR + +IV +PRELUDE IN F MAJOR + +V +PRELUDE IN F MAJOR (_For Left Hand Alone_) + +VI +PRELUDE IN D MINOR + +VII +PRELUDE IN E[flat] MAJOR + +VIII +PRELUDE IN G MINOR + +IX +PRELUDE IN C MINOR + +X +PRELUDE IN G MINOR + +XI +PRELUDE IN G MAJOR + +XII +PRELUDE IN C MINOR + + +G. Schirmer, Inc., New York + +This composition, Price, 25 cents,--in U.S.A. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Prelude + + +N. Louise Wright. Op. 25, No. 1 + +[Music: Largo] + +WORLD +RIGHTS +CONTROLLED +by +G. SCHIRMER +(Inc.) + +_Copyright, 1915, by G. Schirmer, Inc._ +Printed in the U.S.A. + + + + +New Educational Material + +FOR PIANO + +For First, Second and Third Grades + + +=BILBRO, MATHILDA. Cherokee Rose.= Grade 3 + +Melodious and catchy. Teachers can use it for tune and rhythm, +dexterity and general teaching purposes. + +=----The Candy Suite.= Grade 1-2 + +A collection of tuneful, humorous and forceful pieces. Sure to strike +joy to the hearts of all young pupils. + +=BROWN, MARY H. The Swans= + +A pretty piece in the lower intermediate grade. Good study for thirds, +melody playing and development of the left hand. + +=COERNE, LOUIS A. A Summer Evening.= Grade 3 + +An all melodic piece on the tone-poem order. Teaches expression, +phrasing and use of pedal. + +=DUTTON, THEODORA. Dance of the Autumn Leaves= +=----The Music Lesson= +=----Scandinavian Dance= +=----Spinning Song= + +These are study-pieces of marked originality for the lower +intermediate grades. They should be welcomed by all teachers. + +=GRISELLE, THOMAS. Bourree= +=----Minuet= + +Both of these pieces are quite fascinating and devoid of dryness. They +are of the intermediate grades, and instructive for time, rhythm and +important phrases of real pianism. + +=GRUNN, HOMER. The Whirligig= +=----Revery= + +Both in third grade. The first promotes technic; while the other is +for developing melody-playing, use of pedal and expression. + +=LOTH, LESLIE. In Merry May= +=----On the River= + +These pieces should be cordially received by teachers. They are dainty +and melodious throughout. Both of the easier intermediate grade. + +=PALDI, MARI. Slumber Song= + +May be suggested to teachers wishing piece for easy pedal study; also +useful for hand expansion among young pupils. + +=PFEIFFER, AGATHA. Short Stories for Piano.= First Grade + +A book of refined short pieces with descriptive titles for elementary +work. Arranged in progressive order. Sure to please the teacher and +pupil. + +=SPEAR, JANE M. Valse de Ballet.= Third Grade + +A sparkling dance of great charm and delicacy. A good study for +dexterity, rhythm and style and also a delightful salon and concert +piece. + +=TERRY, FRANCES= +=----The Cradle in the Garret= +=----In the Robbers' Cave= +=----Swinging and Singing= + +These interesting teaching pieces for the second grade are by a +composer whose productions are never commonplace. They contain much +attractiveness and educational value. Teachers of all standards can +utilize them. + +=WRIGHT, N. LOUISE. Four Miniature Etudes= + +This group is for the first and second grade. The study points treated +are important, and are sure to be helpful in the fullest sense of the +word. Highly recommended to teachers. + +G. Schirmer, Inc., New York + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31734.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31734.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b7dbe0dcd01898ccf1499e88112bf51c721c4a57 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31734.txt @@ -0,0 +1,352 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Dr. Graeme M. Handisides and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +TRIBUTE +TO +A GOOD MAN. + + + + +EXTRACT +FROM +A SERMON +DELIVERED AT THE +BULFINCH-STREET CHURCH, BOSTON, +JAN. 9, 1853, +THE SUNDAY FOLLOWING THE INTERMENT +OF THE LATE +AMOS LAWRENCE. + +BY REV. F. T. GRAY. + +BOSTON. +JOHN WILSON and SON. +1853. + + + + +The following pages +are +Respectfully Dedicated +to the +family and kindred of the late lamented +AMOS LAWRENCE, +by one who would offer a grateful tribute to the +memory of him who so well deserved +the exalted title +of the +Poor Man's Christian Friend. + + + + +The text of the Sermon, from which the following extract was taken, was +the seventh verse of the second chapter of Paul's Second Epistle to +Timothy: "Consider what I say; and the Lord give thee understanding in all +things." + +After contrasting the views and maxims of the worldly-minded with those of +the Christian, and stating the claims of the Young Men's Christian Union, +the Discourse closed with the following tribute to the character and +memory of one who was the early patron and devoted friend of that Society. + + + + +THE GOOD MAN. + + +Among the warmest friends of the Young Men's Christian Union was one, +whose departure from among us this community has recently been called to +mourn,--one who was beloved by all who knew him; whose wide, expansive +benevolence and Christian charity won the admiration of those of every +name and sect; who so truly loved the Saviour, and was so truly baptized +into his spirit, the spirit of divine and heavenly love, that he became +through it his blessed messenger; so that all rejoiced who came within his +influence, as "he went about doing good," ready to take each believer by +the hand, saying, "One is our master, even Christ, and all ye are +brethren." + +As we saw him on his errands of mercy, just on the verge of threescore +years and ten, how, as his benignant smile beamed upon us, did he remind +us of "the disciple Jesus loved;" who, when so feeble from the infirmities +of age, could only say, in addressing the people, "Little children, love +one another"! That smile, shadowing forth a happy Christian spirit within, +was a benediction indeed, when it beamed upon us! May it prove an +incentive to us, to show our love to God in our love to man, which was the +whole tenor of his example; remembering that "by this shall all men know +that ye are my disciples," not in any name ye may adopt, or church ye may +join, but "in your love one toward another." + +Long has it been my privilege to know this good man. In a letter to me a +few days before his death, he signed himself "A friend of long years +past." Yes! he was an old friend to me, and, as I well know, a long-tried +friend to the poor, the forsaken, and suffering, as he was also a friend +to those "whom the Saviour took in his arms and blessed;" for he was +always ready and rejoiced to do what he could, that the lambs of the flock +and the children of the destitute might be instructed from the Word of +God, "and made wise unto everlasting life." + +This love was seen not merely in kind words and good thoughts, but in +benevolent action: he was an active Christian. How did my young heart feel +this twenty-five years ago, when among a little band of Sabbath-school +teachers who were laboring at the northerly section of our city, +instructing the children of the less-favored and the poor; at a time when +our hearts were sad, and almost discouraged; when we were endeavoring to +awaken a deeper and wider interest, by inviting the parents and friends to +come in and see us. How cheerfully, at our invitation, did he come to the +first examination of the school, and encourage us by his presence, his +words, and his gifts; and when those little ones, many from the abodes of +poverty and want, repeated their sweet hymns, how did the tears course +down that good man's cheeks, causing him to say, as he pressed my hand, +"This is a beautiful sight, and one I cannot witness without tears"! + +Never shall I forget those words, nor the thoughts which at that time they +suggested. Is there any thing more delightful (such was our thought) than +to witness a man engaged in a large and extensive business, a man of +wealth and influence, coming down and mingling freely and kindly with a +band of humble Sunday-school teachers,--an act inspiring them with new +courage and hope, at a moment when, from the cold indifference and +opposition then existing towards these institutions, both heart and hope +had begun to fail us, and the school itself was well nigh being closed. If +he had done nothing else, this humble Christian act should be a standing +monument to his memory; for it was from this school, thus encouraged and +sustained, that arose one of the noblest charities that has ever blessed +the world,--the Ministry at Large. + +The interest this good man took in children was constantly manifested, and +continued to the last. Never was he happier than when surrounded by them. +There are some among you who may remember seeing him here at the +anniversary celebration of our Sunday-school, some three years since. +After he had sat for a little time in this pulpit, and gazed at the +interesting sight of so many children gathered before him, and listened to +their sweet voices, alternately mingling with those of the orphan and the +blind who were on each side of him, he said to me, his eyes filled with +tears, "This is heavenly; but I must leave you; it is more, I fear, than I +can bear, for you know I am a minute man." + +This active Christian spirit of love was witnessed by me also last summer, +when that sad disaster occurred by which so many lives were lost on board +the ill-fated steamboat, the "Henry Clay;" which you may remember was +particularly alluded to from this place on the following sabbath. On +reading that sermon, which was afterwards published, our departed friend +immediately called on me and desired its circulation, with the earnest +request that a memorial to Congress might be prepared at once and +forwarded. When others were seeking and enjoying the sea-breeze and a +purer air in the country, this good man, notwithstanding the heat then so +oppressive, was engaged in going round, speaking on the subject to the +most influential, obtaining their approval; and, though all were saying, +"It will avail little, and do no good," still did he persevere, unchanged +in purpose. At the same time he wrote personally to different individuals +at Washington, preparing them for the memorial, which soon after followed; +when the law relating to steamboats, which had cost so much labor in +preparation, but which had been lying on the table for months untouched, +was at once taken up and passed. The energy, activity, and perseverance +which this good man then manifested, while so many others were indifferent +to the matter, will never be forgotten. + +And now perhaps the young among us may inquire, Who was this man, and +whence arose those traits of character which caused him to be so +universally beloved and lamented? I answer, that he came to this city, +many years since, a poor young man. It so happened that he remained longer +than he at first purposed; for he designed only a visit, intending to +return again to his home. He attended yon venerable church soon after he +came hither, and heard the eloquent and gifted Buckminster. At once he +selected him as his minister, and that as his church, and ever after was +present, morning and afternoon, when his health permitted. He listened, +and welcomed to his heart the blessed teachings of Jesus Christ, and made +it his aim to be his follower, and to "do good as he had opportunity." As +this was his great endeavor, his delight was in the law of the Lord, and +daily at his fireside the morning and evening incense of prayer rose to +heaven. + +Mr. Lawrence was a religious man in every sense of the word, dedicating +his time and wealth to the service of God, and the good of his fellow-men: +hence he was "not slothful in business, but fervent in spirit, serving the +Lord." He loved the sanctuary, and its very dust was sacred to him. He +visited the distressed, and it was his delight to distribute the gifts +laid upon the altar for the poor, personally, to the members of the +household of faith. + +If you would know the origin of all that he did, which blessed so many +hearts, which made him the friend of the widow and the orphan, and a +father to those who had none to help,--why it is that all around us the +tears of sorrow are shed,--that every one feels that the community has +sustained a severe loss, and that the poor and suffering are bereft of a +benefactor and friend,--you must trace it to its true source, and say that +he was a religious man and true Christian, and that he simply carried out +and exemplified the holy principles of the gospel. This was its source. In +this his benevolence and world-wide charity had their origin. It was this, +young men, which makes his memory so precious, his name so dear, and will +long embalm him sacredly in the grateful hearts of hundreds of the +sorrowing children of men, who will bedew his grave with tears, and rise +up hereafter and call him blessed. What power did religion impart to this +benefactor of his race! What influence did it enable him to exert with the +talent entrusted to his care! + +Bring now before your minds this poor young man going to that house of +God, more than forty years ago. He was unknown, a stranger among +strangers, seeing around him there the most distinguished men in the +Commonwealth assembled in worship. He hears the word, and is impressed. He +resolves to follow out the instruction received, and, in imitation of his +Master, to devote himself to doing good to his fellow-men. Forty years and +over found him faithfully going up to that temple, enjoying its +privileges, and gratefully improving its services and rites; till at last, +when the summons came, his spirit, all ready and prepared, gently passed +to its heavenly home! And who would wish to call him back, that saw the +smile on his countenance when within a day's journey of the tomb, which +seemed to have received new radiance from the spirit-world, upon which he +was so soon to enter? Oh, well might we then have said,-- + + "Mark but the radiance of his eye; + The smile upon his wasted cheek: + They tell us of his glory nigh, + In language that no tongue can speak." + +How little did this poor young man think, when he first entered that +church, that by fidelity to the truths of Jesus Christ there proclaimed, +when he should pass from earth, grateful hearts, true and sincere +mourners, would go up thither, and throng its very aisles, that they might +mingle their tears, and pay their last tribute of respect to him, their +true benefactor and Christian friend! Yet so it was, and as beautiful as +it was a striking testimony from the community to the excellence and worth +of a humble, benevolent, and sincere Christian. + +Well might the merchant, and those in his employ, cease on such an +occasion from their labors, and go up to the house of prayer; and well +that those who were Judges should cause silence to reign in their halls, +as they and the great men of the land went up also to that house of +mourning; for such a life as had just closed on earth was a blessing to +this whole community; and God should be gratefully remembered in his +temple, for the gift of such a Christian example and character. + +And it was as beautifully appropriate as it was inexpressibly touching, to +witness children gather round his mortal remains, and take their last look +in his "Father's House," which he had loved so much; and, as they strewed +beautiful flowers upon his lifeless form, that they should sing their +sweet farewell hymn, "We have lost a father." Well, too, was it that +ministers of the different denominations should unite in the last services +at this good man's funeral.[1] + +How little did he think, years ago, when he first entered that +time-hallowed sanctuary, that _that_ would be the last earthly dwelling +from whence he would be borne as he passed to the grave; that the +plaintive notes of that richly-toned organ, which had so often uplifted +the spirit of the sainted Buckminster, would softly breathe his last +requiem; and that the funeral toll of that solemn bell would call more of +the sorrowing and mourning for him thither than could be gathered within +its walls! Yet so it was,--a touching tribute to a good man and beloved +Christian. + +Oh! may that beautiful character inspire every young man with the holy +resolve and purpose to live a Christian life,--to be governed by Christian +principles, and the word of God; assured, that in every act of kindness +and beneficence he shall in no wise lose his reward, and that the memory +of the good man and the Christian will be blessed and faithfully cherished +in the hearts of children's children. + + "Go, spirit of the sainted dead! + Go to thy longed-for happy home; + The tears of man are o'er thee shed, + The voice of angels bids thee come. + Though earth may boast one gem the less, + May not e'en heaven the richer be? + Oh! may we on thy footsteps press, + To share thy blest eternity." + + +[1: Rev. Dr. Sharp, Rev. Dr. Lothrop, and Rev. Dr. Hopkins.] + + + + +WE HAVE LOST A FATHER. + + +The following original hymn by Josiah A. Stearns, Esq., was sung at the +obsequies, Jan. 4th, by a choir of young girls from the "Lawrence +Association of the Mather School," while surrounding the last earthly +remains of their deceased friend. + + +TUNE--"_Home again._"[2] + + He has gone--he has gone-- + To his spirit-home; + And, oh! it thrills his soul with joy, + In realms of bliss to roam. + But we must shed the burning tear + To part with him we love; + And now for us the world is gloom, + Since he has gone above. + He has gone--he has gone-- + To his spirit-home; + And, oh! it thrills his soul with joy, + In realms of bliss to roam. + + Weeping eyes--broken hearts-- + Oft he bid rejoice; + And homes of woe were full of praise, + That heard his loving voice: + For oft he soothed poor sorrow's tear, + And wept when they were sad; + And many were the orphan-forms + His generous bounty clad. + Weeping eyes--broken hearts-- + Oft he did rejoice; + And homes of woe were full of praise, + That heard his loving voice. + + Gentle words--heavenly thoughts-- + Linger where he trod: + And, oh! it was our childhood's charm + To hear him talk of God. + Then let us ever strive to live, + As he, our friend, has done; + That we may reach the happy life + Which he has now begun. + Gentle words--heavenly thoughts-- + Linger where he trod; + And, oh! it was our childhood's charm + To hear him talk of God. + + Fare thee well--fare thee well! + We around thee weep; + But, oh! we love thee, father, still, + And angels guard thy sleep. + The kind "OLD OAK" for us no more + Shall sheltering branches spread; + And, oh! our hearts are wrung with grief, + For he we loved is dead. + Fare thee well--fare thee well! + We around thee weep; + But, oh! we love thee, father, still, + And angels guard thy sleep. + + +[2: "Home Again" was sung in hearing of Mr. Lawrence by the children +on his last visit to their school, when he was accompanied by Gen. +Franklin Pierce.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31737.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31737.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9177e7df2c0285b29d027af0c6c9dd6621f8cd5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31737.txt @@ -0,0 +1,395 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Amazing Stories Oct.-Nov. 1953. Extensive + research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this + publication was renewed. + + + THE SLOTHS + + OF + + KRUVNY + + + BY VERN FEARING + + + Illustrator: Henry Sharp + + + _This world we live in is a pretty grim place. It's tough to + make a living. At any moment we may get blown up, down or + sideways by the atom bomb. The day after tomorrow may never + come, and on top of all this, TV commercials are getting + worse and worse. It seems that our only salvation is a sense + of humor, so we give you "The Sloths ..." a very unserious + yarn._ + + * * * * * + + + + +Bradley Broadshoulders--friends called him "Brad", or "Broad", or +"Shoulders"--stood grim-lipped, as is the custom of spacemen, and +waited for the Commander to speak fateful words. He was an obese +youth, fully five feet tall, without a shred of muscle, but he wore +the green tunic of the Galaxy Patrol proudly, and his handsome, bony +head boasted a tidy crop of Venusian fungus. His gleaming eyes +gleamed. + +"Brad, We Are In A Tough Fix!" the Commander said suddenly. His name +was Metternich, known also as Foxey Gran'pa; he had spoken in capitals +all over Europe and continued the practice since. "We Are Up Against +It!" he went on. "The Fate Of The World May Be At Stake!" + +"What's wrong, chief?" asked Brad, jauntily. + +"Plenty!" roared Metternich. "Nobody's Attacking The Earth--That's +What's Wrong! Nobody Is Out To Conquer The Universe! How Come, May I +Ask?" + +Brad gulped. Could he believe his ears? No one attacking good, kind, +old Earth? Was there nothing in which a man could pin his faith, let +alone his ears? Were they, indeed, _his_ ears? + +He turned to his best friend, Ugh, who stood beside him. Would he +stand behind him? Did he realize they were on the verge of A Mission? +Ugh was a _pastiche_, or _intermezzo_--a cross between a Martian and a +Texan--as loathsome and stupid a combination as one could wish. Why he +was Brad's best friend was a mystery. Squarely, he met Brad's gaze, +which left him an eye to spare. It winked, and Brad shuddered. + +It was an omen.... + +"I Want To Know Why!" the Commander shouted. "You Have Your Secret +Orders! Off With You!" + +A really fat omen. + +The good ship, _Lox Wing_, was almost ready to go. She was a fine, +spaceworthy craft, Brad knew; just the same, it _was_ disconcerting to +see rats deserting her by the thousands. Not that he missed them; some +were sure to return as soon as Ugh appeared on the scene; he seemed to +fascinate them. + +Just then, the rats paused. Sure enough, Ugh was coming. He was +reeling. He had apparently made the rounds, as is the custom of +spacemen, swilling vast quantities of airplane dope, and he was high +as a kite. Brad glommed him glumly in the gloaming, with more than a +glimmer of gloomy foreboding. It was wrong, he thought, all wrong. If +only it hadn't been too late to turn back. But it wasn't. They hadn't +even started yet. If anything, it was too early. There was no way out. +He entered the spaceship with a Si. Si, whose whole name was Silas +Mariner, shook his hand weakly, muttered: "Remember the _Albatross_!" +and tottered out. + +It was an omen.... + +Presently, Brad and Ugh were blasting off. As the cigar-shaped vessel +rose to the starry void, spacemen, their visages lined and tanned like +cigars, held their cigars aloft in silent salute and gently flicked +their ashes, while softly, a cigar band played "_Maracas, Why You No +Love Me No More?_" + +Two days out, Brad summoned Ugh. "How fast are we going?" + +"Oh, say ... 30,000 miles an hour?" + +Brad calculated rapidly and put down his abacus. "At this rate it'll +take us 14 years just to get out of our own lousy solar system!" he +barked. "Faster!" + +Ugh said Yes, Sir, and vice versa. Then he upped the speed to 186,000 +miles per second and came back and shyly told Brad. + +Brad said "Bah! We'll be 70 years reaching the Big Dipper! Faster!" + +"But _nothing_ can't _go_ any faster!" protested Ugh. "According to +Einstein--" + +"To hell with Einstein!" roared Brad. "Is he paying your salary?" + +So they went faster. + +The ship sped onward--unless it was upward--to fulfill its Mission. +Again and again Brad found himself wondering where he was going. The +Mission was a real stiff. He knew only that since there was +practically no life anywhere in the solar system, except for good, +kind, old Earth--Earth had seen to that--anyone attacking Earth--or +not doing so--was obviously somewhere in outer space! But here the +trail ended. + +Courage, he told himself, courage! After all, was he not the grandson +of Pierre Fromage, inventor of the rubberband motor? With a start, he +realized he was not. + +His own heritage, while covered with peculiar glory, was a more tragic +one--the spacemen's heritage. The Broadshoulders were brave, but +things happened to them. His grandfather, a traffic officer, had +chased a comet for speeding, and had, unfortunately, overtaken it. His +father had been spared the fire, but one day, aboard his spaceship, +someone spilled a glass of water. The gravity was off at the time, and +the water just hung there in mid-air until Brad's father walked into +it and drowned. + +What would be his own end, he wondered? What other way was there to +die? Just then, through the bulkhead, he could hear Ugh swinging in +his hammock, playing the violin. He wondered if the rats were dancing, +like the last time he'd surprised him. Another thought was on the way, +something about rats and a new way to die, but Brad was already +asleep, mercifully having a nightmare. + + * * * * * + +It was morning of the fifth day when the _Emergency Alarm_ (E-A) was +suddenly activated! Instantly, a host of automatic devices went off. +One turned on the fan, another blew the fuses, a third made the beds. +Bells clanged and bugles sounded every call from _Battle Stations_ +(B-S) to _Abandon Ship_ (J-r). Brad and Ugh slept through it all. +Nothing was wrong, except with the _Emergency Alarm_ (E-A). It wore +itself out and the eventful voyage continued. + +Brad woke on the ninth day. The 2-day pill he'd taken on the third day +had evidently done its work well. He was rested, he felt optimistic +again. When he looked out the porthole, he could see plenty of space +for improvement. + +--But what was _that_? + +There, half obscured in a tumbling, swirling mass of misty gray +clouds, he could make out something white! He pressed his nose against +the porthole and strained his eyes. It gave him the feeling of peering +into a Bendix, as is the custom of spacemen. His mouth went damp-dry. +This was it--whatever it was! + +"Ugh!" he shouted, all agog. "Ugh! Ugh!" + +Ugh dashed in, wheeling a large kaleidoscope. Expertly, they read the +directions and trained it on the mysterious formation. The Indicator +turned pale. + +"By the ring-tailed dog star of Sirius!" barked Brad. "Why, it's +nothing more than an enormous gallstone, revolving in space!" + +"This is Sirius!" barked Ugh. + +"That's what _I_ barked!" snapped Brad. "And don't ask me _whose_ it +is! It's big enough to support life, that's the main issue! Prepare to +land!" + +A strange, yet resplendent, civilization, thought Brad, looking out at +a sunlit landscape, or gallscape, of molten gold. The houses, stylish +igloos and mosques, were sturdily constructed of 3-ply cardboard and +driftwood. Before each house, mysteriously, stood a Berber pole of +solid peppermint. + +Brad and Ugh bounded out of their ship. The two bounders stood there, +encased in heat-resistant pyrex pants, expecting the natives to make +things hot for them. Dumbfounded at the delay, they waited for the +attack to commence. It did not. + +"I never!" said Brad, presently. "If we needed proof, we've got it! +Such a display of indolence is testimony enough that these people are +responsible for not attacking Earth! We shall have to use stratemegy!" + +Swiftly, he took off his pants, revealing underneath the red flannel +costume of a 17th century French courtier, complete with powdered wig +and Falstaff. Ugh ran up a flag emblazoned with the legend: _Diplomacy +And Agriculture_, then planted beans all around the ship, while Brad +postured and danced the minuet. + +The clever scheme worked beautifully. Soon an old man began circling +them on a bicycle, keeping a safe distance. Clearly, he was someone of +importance, for his long white beard was carefully braided and coiled +in a delivery basket on the handlebars. Furthermore, he wore a glowing +circlet on his forehead--so that Brad knew he was able to read their +minds--if they had any. + +"How about throwing us a couple circlets?" Brad cried. + +Instead, the old man, who was hard of hearing, flung them a couple +cutlets, which worked even better, and had protein besides. + +Thus fortified, they were escorted to the palace. + + * * * * * + +Some moments earlier, Brad had learned first, that Kruvny was the name +of this unusual culture, and second, that the High Kruv himself, +attended by all his nobles, would see him. Brad had then entered the +Kruv Chamber, or Trapeze Room, and he had learned nothing since. It +was all true, he told himself. The High Kruv _was_ hanging by his toes +from a trapeze, and so were all his nobles. The only difference was +that the High Kruv's trapeze was more ornate than the rest. Yes, said +Brad to himself, it was all true; he had been shaking and punching his +head, and nothing had changed. + +"I come," he said, "from a far away land--" + +"Shad-dap!" cried the Kruv. "Who cares?" + +At this, the old man, who was still on his bicycle, whispered to Brad. +"They've all got headaches," he nodded, stroking his beard +sagebrushly. "It's all part of a great cosmic error--a tragedy played +among the spiral nebulae, to the hollow ringing laughter of the gods! +You see, we Sloths are only half the population of Kruvny," he went +on. "On the other side of our world live the Sidemen, or Sad Sax. +Legend has it that eons ago, the Sidemen were mistakenly delivered a +cargo of saxophones, from Saks Fifth Avenue." The old man's voice was +hushed as he added, "They have been practicing ever since." + +"I see," said Brad. "And that accounts for the headaches here?" + +"Small wonder," said the old man. "I bless the day I went deaf." + +"But why do they do it?" asked Brad. + +"The Sidemen? They're tryin' to drive us off'n the ranch--the planet, +I mean. Yuh see, they claim they _made_ this whole durned gallstone +theirselves!" + +"_Made_ it?" asked Brad, dully. + +"Uh-huh." The old man spat Mercurian tobacco juice. "Just like on +Earth, where myriad minute oceanic organisms pile their skeletons to +form coral islands. Yuh see, the Sidemen eat radishes--love 'em, in +fact--but it gives 'em gallstones. They claim this whole world is the +collected gallstones of their ancestors." The old man wiped Mercurian +tobacco juice from his beard and shoes. "Kind of a hard claim to +beat," he opined. + +"I see," said Brad. "That explains the misty swirling clouds all +around this planet, and why it's seldom visible. You follow me?" + +"Yep," said the old man. "It's gas. Them radishes'll turn on you every +time!" + +Suddenly the High Kruv began to sob. "Now you see, don't you, why we +haven't attacked Earth? A body can't keep his mind on anything around +here! I asked for a few secret weapons, and what did I get?" He was +blubbering now. "Oh, I tried, I tried! Appropriations and all that; +you may be sure we lined our pockets--but after years of stalling, +they showed up with two weapons they swore were terrible enough to put +an end to war. One of them was a water pistol." + +"I see," said Brad. "And the other?" + +"A ray gun." + +Brad's eyes brightened. "A ray gun? May I see how it works?" + +"Indeed you may!" + +A platoon of maroon dragoons dragged in a queer apparatus. It looked +like a medieval cannon, with a Victorian phonograph speaker flaring +from its business end. The dragoons ranged around the weapon, keeping +their backs to it. One of them clutched the firing lanyard. There was +a pause, a brittle silence--then the lanyard snapped! + +"'_Ray!_'" shouted the ray gun. + +"What was that?" asked Brad. + +Twice more the lanyard snapped. The ray gun boomed: "'_Ray! Ray!_'" + +"You mean all it does is shout '_Ray_?'" asked Brad. + +"Well, it can also shout '_Max_'," said the old man. "Fearful, ain't +it?" + +"Yes," said Brad. He took a piece of old parchment from a breast +pocket. "This," he stated, "is the original deed to Manhattan. Notice +here on the bottom where it says $24. I am signing it over to you." He +signed with a flourish. "Now you have a legal claim, a crusade, and a +nice piece of property. Go get it!" + +"But the headaches!" cried the old man. + +"Cool, man, cool!" said Brad. "I'll mix a Bromo." + +"Is it habit-forming?" cried the High Kruv. + +"Not a bit," said Brad, mixing it. "Simply take one an hour, forever. +And now I must bid you farewell." + +"Wait!" cried the Kruv. "Don't you want to take my lovely daughter +back with you?" + +Brad looked at her. She was lovely. She had scales, but she was +lovely. She had magnificent blonde hair, some of it almost an inch +long, none of it on her head, but she was lovely. + +"... Well," said Brad, hesitatingly. He had his eyes glued on her; +when he took them off, they made a noise like vacuum cups: +"_Pfffopp!_" + +"Your mother won't like her," whispered Ugh. + +"... Well," said Brad. He could feel Duty tugging inside. Not for him +the pipe and slippers. He was one of spaceway's men; he would go the +spacemen's way, off into waymen's space. Waymen, not women, he told +himself sternly. The call of the Ether ... the vacuous void ... the +black velvet wastes ... the outspread cloak of the universe, dripping +with stardust ... the undreamt-of galaxies ... these were the things +by which he lived. "... Well," said Brad. + +"C'mon," said Ugh. "We'll only fight over her." + +Slowly, they bounded back to their spaceship. + +The ship sped backward, headed for Earth. It was days before the +mistake was discovered, and this alone spared their lives. For had +they completed their journey on schedule--but why be morbid? + +The fact is, the Earth blew up. What a sight. The whole thing, +whirling one minute like the globe in Miss Fogarty's geography supply +closet--the next minute, whamo! + +"Gee," said Ugh, soberly. "Guess we're lucky, huh?" + +"... Well," said Brad. He hadn't said anything else for days, but he +didn't seem well at all. Funny, he thought. They promise you if you go +on working, work hard and don't fool around, don't ask questions, just +do your job, everything'll come your way. The next thing they're all +dead, and there's nobody to complain to, even. Was it selfish to think +of one's career at a time like this? No, he told himself. It was all +he knew. The Patrol was all that mattered! + +He did some rapid calculation. They were far off the interplanetary +travel lanes; their fuel supply was down to a single can of kerosene; +food for perhaps 2 days remained. As he listened to Ugh tuning his +violin, scarcely audible over the squeakings and squealings that +filled the spaceship, he realized that the only solution--the only +thing that could save them, or the future of Earthmen--was for a +shipload of beautiful dames to rescue them within the next 36 hours. + +He figured the odds against this to be fifty billion to one--but Brad +had fought big odds before. + +Grim-lipped, he shaved. + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31755.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31755.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5b6ed72830020db05ec670d0478eaf43b25b28a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31755.txt @@ -0,0 +1,318 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Barbara Tozier and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, September + 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the + U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + + + _John Victor Peterson lives in Jackson Heights, almost a + stone's throw from La Guardia Airfield. But he doesn't just + stand and watch the big planes roar past overhead. He has the + kind of brilliant technical know-how which makes what goes on + inside of a plane of paramount interest to him. He's + interested, too, in the future superduper gadgetry, as this + hilarious yarn attests._ + + + + +POLITICAL APPLICATION + +_by ... John Victor Peterson_ + + + If matter transference really works--neanderthalers can pop up + anywhere. And that's very hard on politicians! + + +Some say scientists should keep their noses out of politics. Benson +says it's to prevent damage to their olfactory senses. Benson's a +physicist. + +I've known Allan Benson for a long time. In fact I've bodyguarded him +for years and think I understand him better than he does himself. And +when he shook security at White Sands, my boss didn't hesitate to tell +me that knowing Benson as I do I certainly shouldn't have let him skip +off. Or crisp words to that effect. + +The pressure was on. Benson was seeking a new fuel--or a way of +compressing a known fuel--to carry a torchship to Mars. His loss could +mean a delay of decades. We knew he'd been close, but not _how_ close. + +My nickname's Monk. I've fought it, certainly, but what can you do +when a well-wishing mother names you after a wealthy uncle and your +birth certificate says Neander Thalberg? As early as high school some +bright pundit noted the name's similarity to that of a certain +prehistoric man. Unfortunately the similarity is not in name alone: +I'm muscular, stooped, and, I must admit, not handsome hero model +material. + +Well, maybe the nickname's justified, but still, Al Benson didn't have +to give the crowning insult. And yet, if he hadn't, there probably +wouldn't be a torchship stern-ending on Mars just about now. + +C. I. (Central Intelligence, that is) at the Sands figured Benson +would head for New York. Which is why the boss sent me here. I +registered in a hotel in the 50's and, figuring that whatever Benson +intended to do would have spectacular results, I kept the stereo on +News. + +Benson's wife hadn't yielded much info. Sure she described the clothes +he was wearing and said he'd taken nothing else except an artist's +case. What was in that was anybody's guess; his private lab is such a +jumble nobody could tell what, if anything, was missing. + +C. I. knew his political feelings. Seems he'd been talking wild about +the upcoming presidential election and had sworn he'd nip the +draft-Cadigan movement in the bud. Cadigan's Mayor of New York City. +He's anti-space. In fact, Cadigan's anti just about everything in +science except intercontinental missiles. Strictly for defense, of +course. Cadigan says. + + * * * * * + +A weathercaster was making rash promises on the stereo when the potray +dinged. The potray? I certainly wasn't expecting mail. Only C. I. knew +where I was and they'd have closed-circuited me on visio if they +wanted contact. + +The potray dinged and there was a package in it. + +Now matter transference I knew. It put mailmen out of business. +There's a potray in every domicile and you can put things in it, dial +the destination and they come out there. They come out the same size +and weight and in the same condition as they went in, provided they +didn't go in alive. Life loses, as many a shade of a hopeful guinea +pig could relate. + +So the potray dinged and here was this package. At first glance it +looked like one of those cereal samples manufacturers have been +everlastingly sending through since postal rates dropped after cost of +the potrays had been amortized. But cereal samples don't come through +at midday; they're night traffic stuff. + +The package was light, its wrapping curiously smooth. There was an +envelope attached with my correct name and potray number. Whoever had +mailed it must be in C. I. or must know someone in C. I. who knew +where I was. + +The postmark was blurred but I could make out that it had been cast +from Grand Central. Time didn't matter. It couldn't have been cast +more than a microsecond earlier. + +The envelope contained a card upon which was typed: + +"Caution! Site on cylinder of 2 ft. radius and 6 ft. height. Unwrap at +armslength." + +Now what? A practical joke? If so, it must be Benson's work. He's +played plenty, from pumping hydrogen sulphide (that's rotten egg gas, +as you know) into the air-conditioning system at high school to +calling a gynecologist to the launching stage at the Sands to sever an +umbilical cord which he neglected to say was on a Viking rocket. + +I followed the instructions. As I bent back the first fold of the +strange wrapping it came alive, unfolding itself with incredible +swiftness. + +Something burst forth like a freed djinn--almost instantaneously +lengthening, spreading--a thing with beetling brows, low, broad +forehead, prognathous jaw, and a hunched, brutally muscular body, with +a great club over its swollen shoulder. + +I went precipitously backward over a coffee table. + +It stabilized, a dead mockery, replica of a Neanderthal. + +A placard hung on its chest. I read this: + +"Even some of the early huntsmen weren't successful. Abandon the +chase, Monk. I've things to do and this--your blood brother, no +doubt--couldn't catch me any more than you can!" + +Which positively infuriated me. + +Do you blame me? + +A few cussing, cussed minutes later I realized what Al Benson had +apparently done: solved the torchship's fuel problem. + +Oh, I'd seen Klein bottles and Mobius strips and other things that +twist in on themselves and into other dimensions, twisting into +microcosms and macrocosms--into elsewhere, in any event. And here I +had visual evidence that Benson had had something nearly six feet tall +and certainly two feet in breadth enclosed in a nearly weightless +carton less than eight inches on the side! + +Sufficient fuel for a Marstrip? Just wrap it up! + +The stereo's audio was saying: "... from the Museum of Natural +History. Curators are compiling a list of the missing exhibits which +we will reveal to you on this channel as soon as it's available. Now +we switch to Dick Joy at City Hall with news of the latest exhibit +found. Come in, Dick!" + +On the steps of City Hall was a full size replica of a mastodon over +whose massive back was draped a banner bearing the slogan: "The +Universal Party is for you! Don't return to prehistory with Cadigan! +Re-elect President Ollie James and go to the stars!" + +And there was a closeup of Mayor Cadigan standing pompous and +wrathful--and looking very diminutive--behind the emblem of his +opposition party. + +Dick Joy was saying, "Eyewitnesses claim that this replica--obviously +one of the items stolen from the Museum of Natural History--suddenly +materialized here. Immediately prior to the alleged materialization a +man--whose photograph we show now--ostensibly bent down to tie a +shoelace, setting a shoebox beside him. He left the box, walking off +into the gathering crowd, and this mastodon _seemed_ to spring into +being where the shoebox had been. + +"The mastodon replica has been examined. A report just handed me says +it is definitely that from the Museum and that it could not +conceivably have been contained in a shoebox. It's obviously a case of +mass hypnotism. The replica must have been trucked here. There's no +other possible explanation. Excuse me!" + +Dick Joy turned away, then back. + +"I have just been handed a notice that Mayor Cadigan wishes to say a +few words and I hereby introduce him, His Honor the Mayor, Joseph F. +Cadigan!" + +His balding, fragmentarily curly-haired Honor glared. + +"Friends," he said chokingly, "whatever madman is responsible for this +outrageous act will not go unpunished. I call upon the City's Finest +to track him down and bring him to justice. + +"I am for justice, for equality and peace. I--" + +His Honor was apparently determined to use all the time he could. +Being a newscast, it was for free. + +I killed the stereo. And the visio rang. It was Phil Pollini, the C. +I. Chief. + +"Monk," he said, "guess you've seen the stereo. Al's out to fix the +Mayor's wagon." + +"Say that again," I said, having a brainstorm. + +"Now, look--" he started. + +"Maybe you've got something there, Chief," I cut in. "Cadigan's got +the superduper of all wagons--a seven passenger luxury limousine with +bulletproof glass, stereo, a bar, venetian blinds and heaven knows +what else. Hot and cold running androids, maybe. He prowls the +elevated highways with an 'In Conference' sign flashing over the +windshield. So's he can't be wire-tapped or miked, I guess. It'd be a +natch for Al Benson to go for." + +Pollini grinned. + +"So if you were Benson what'd you do to fix the Mayor's wagon?" + +"Hitch it to a star," I said, "and the closest spot to a star would be +the observation platform of the Greater Empire State." + +"You're probably right," the Chief said. "Get going!" + +I got. + +Ten minutes later I walked out onto the observation platform on the +150th floor of the Greater Empire State Building--and found an +incredulous crowd gathered around the mayor's limousine. I felt good. +I'd predicted. + +I asked a guard, "How'd it get here?" + +His eyebrows were threatening a back somersault. + +"Don't know," he said. "I was looking over the side; then turned +around and here it was! You have any ideas?" + +Which is when I spotted Al Benson. + +I settled for shoving Benson toward the elevator, being careful since +he had a box under each arm. We made the elevator and went down and it +stopped on the 120th floor and the operator said, "Change here for all +lower floors and the street--" + +As we waited on the 120th for the down elevator, the P. A. system +barked: + +"Attention all building occupants. By order of the Mayor no one will +be permitted to leave the building until further notice. Please remain +where you are. We will try not to inconvenience you for any great +time." + +There was no one close to us. + +"Al," I said, "look, stinker, you've had your fun but this is it. I +don't know what you've got in those boxes but you've got to turn them +over--and yourself--to the next copper who shows. This is a civil +matter, strictly local, and not C. I." + +Benson grinned. "Got to make a delivery first, Monk. Look, there's a +potray over there. Can I use it?" + +His grin was infectious. "So what are you going to send where?" I +asked as sternly as I could. + +"The Mayor's personal files," he said. "I managed to carry them out of +City Hall--once they'd been suitably wrapped, of course! I'm sending +them to the Senate Investigation Committee. Don't worry, Monk, His +Honor won't be President this or any year!" + +I helped him dial the SIC number. + +"What about the other package?" I asked him then. + +"Insurance," he said. "Come out on the setback." + +He placed the last package on the mosaic tile of the terrace, untied +its string, flipped open the edge of the Benson wrapping and jumped +back. + +It was an NYC police helicopter. + +We potrayed it back from the Sands. Suitably wrapped, of course. + +That was a month ago. Most of it never came out in the papers. Nothing +of Benson's invention. C. I. thought it should be squelched, at least +until Benson and the boys get back from Mars. + +Which would be the end except for the packages. Yes, Benson left a +gross of them with me and I've been mailing them one a day to the +leaders of the opposition party. I don't truly know what's in them, of +course. But it's very curious that the day before the torchship left +exactly one hundred and forty-four cylinders of hydrogen sulphide were +missing from quartermaster stores. Coincidentally one of my C. I. +friends tells me Benson had him rig up a gross of automatic releases +for gas cylinders. + +Adding it up, it could be a good lesson for politicians to keep their +noses out of science. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Political Application, by John Victor Peterson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31833.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31833.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..204c0309cdfb90f1c7f4d7278f7dfdb36a55b507 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31833.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Robert Cicconetti, Alexander Bauer and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + [ Transcriber's Note: + + This e-text was produced from the September 1960 issue of If. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully + as possible. + + Text that was _italic_ in the original is marked with _.] + + + + + The Wedge + + Finding his way out of this maze was only half the job. + + By H. B. FYFE + + [Illustration] + + +When the concealed gong sounded, the man sitting on the floor sighed. He +continued, however, to slump loosely against the curving, pearly plastic +of the wall, and took care not to glance toward the translucent ovals he +knew to be observation panels. + +He was a large man, but thin and bony-faced. His dirty gray coverall +bore the name "Barnsley" upon grimy white tape over the heart. Except at +the shoulders, it looked too big for him. His hair was dark brown, but +the sandy ginger of his two-week beard seemed a better match for his +blue eyes. + +Finally, he satisfied the softly insistent gong by standing up and +gazing in turn at each of the three doors spaced around the cylindrical +chamber. He deliberately adopted an expression of simple-minded +anticipation as he ambled over to the nearest one. + +The door was round, about four feet in diameter, and set in a flattened +part of the wall with its lower edge tangent with the floor. Rods about +two inches thick projected a hand's breadth at four, eight, and twelve +o'clock. The markings around them suggested that each could be rotated +to three different positions. Barnsley squatted on his heels to study +these. + +Noting that all the rods were set at the position he had learned to +think of as "one," he reached out to touch the door. It felt slightly +warm, so he allowed his fingertips to slide over the upper handle. A +tentative tug produced no movement of the door. + +"That's it, though," he mumbled quietly. "Well, now to do our little act +with the others!" + +He moved to the second door, where all the rods were set at "two." Here +he fell to manipulating the rod handles, pausing now and then to shove +hopefully against the door. Some twenty minutes later, he tried the same +routine at the third door. + +Eventually, he returned to his starting point and rotated the rods there +at random for a few minutes. Having, apparently by accident, arranged +them in a sequence of one-two-three, he contrived to lean against the +door at the crucial instant. As it gave beneath his weight, he grabbed +the two lower handles and pushed until the door rose to a horizontal +position level with its hinged top. It settled there with a loud click. + + * * * * * + +Barnsley stooped to crawl through into an arched passage of the same +pearly plastic. He straightened up and walked along for about twenty +feet, flashing a white-toothed grin through his beard while muttering +curses behind it. Presently, he arrived at a small, round bay, to be +confronted by three more doors. + +"Bet there's a dozen of you three-eyed clods peeping at me," he growled. +"How'd you like me to poke a boot through the panel in front of you and +kick you blubber-balls in all directions? Do you have a page in your +data books for that?" + +He forced himself to _feel_ sufficiently dull-witted to waste ten +minutes opening one of the doors. The walls of the succeeding passage +were greenish, and the tunnel curved gently downward to the left. +Besides being somewhat warmer, the air exuded a faint blend of heated +machine oil and something like ripe fish. The next time Barnsley came to +a set of doors, he found also a black plastic cube about two feet high. +He squatted on his heels to examine it. + +_I'd better look inside or they'll be disappointed_, he told himself. + +From the corner of his eye, he watched the movement of shadows behind +the translucent panels in the walls. He could picture the observers +there: blubbery bipeds with three-jointed arms and legs ending in +clusters of stubby but flexible tentacles. Their broad, spine-crested +heads would be thrust forward and each would have two of his three +protruding eyes directed at Barnsley's slightest move. They had probably +been staring at him in relays every second since picking up his scout +ship in the neighboring star system. + +That is, Barnsley thought, it must have been the next system whose +fourth planet he had been photo-mapping for the Terran Colonial Service. +He hoped he had not been wrong about that. + +_Doesn't matter_, he consoled himself, _as long as the Service can trace +me. These slobs certainly aren't friendly._ + +He reconsidered the scanty evidence of previous contact in this volume +of space, light-years from Terra's nearest colony. Two exploratory ships +had disappeared. There had been a garbled, fragmentary message picked up +by the recorders of the colony's satellite beacon, which some experts +interpreted as a hasty warning. As far as he knew, Barnsley was the only +Terran to reach this planet alive. + +To judge from his peculiar imprisonment, his captors had recovered from +their initial dismay at encountering another intelligent race--at least +to the extent of desiring a specimen for study. In Barnsley's opinion, +that put him more or less ahead of the game. + +"They're gonna learn a lot!" he muttered, grinning vindictively. + +He finished worrying the cover off the black box. Inside was a plastic +sphere of water and several varieties of food his captors probably +considered edible. The latter ranged from a leafy stalk bearing a number +of small pods to a crumbling mass resembling moldy cheese. Barnsley +hesitated. + +"I haven't had the guts to try this one yet," he reminded himself, +picking out what looked like a cluster of long, white roots. + +The roots squirmed feebly in his grasp. Barnsley returned them to the +box instantly. + +Having selected, instead, a fruit that could have been a purple +cucumber, he put it with the water container into a pocket of his +coverall and closed the box. + +_Maybe they won't remember that I took the same thing once before_, he +thought. _Oh, hell, of course they will! But why be too consistent?_ + +He opened one of the doors and walked along a bluish passage that +twisted to the left, chewing on the purple fruit as he went. It was +tougher than it looked and nearly tasteless. At the next junction, he +unscrewed the cap of the water sphere, drained it slowly, and flipped +the empty container at one of the oval panels. A dim shadow blurred out +of sight, as if someone had stepped hastily backward. + +"Why not?" growled Barnsley. "It's time they were shaken up a little!" + + * * * * * + +Pretending to have seen something where the container had struck the +wall, he ran over and began to feel along the edge of the panel. When +his fingertips encountered only the slightest of seams, he doubled his +fists and pounded. He thought he could detect a faint scurrying on the +other side of the wall. + +Barnsley laughed aloud. He raised one foot almost waist-high and drove +the heel of his boot through the translucent observation panel. Seizing +the splintered edges of the hole, he tugged and heaved until he had torn +out enough of the thin wall to step through to the other side. He found +himself entering a room not much larger than the passage behind him. + +To his left, there was a flicker of blue from a crack in the wall. The +crack widened momentarily, emitting a gabble of mushy voices. The blue +cloth was twitched away by a cluster of stubby tentacles, whereupon the +crack closed to an almost imperceptible line. Barnsley fingered his +beard to hide a grin and turned the other way. + +He stumbled into a number of low stools surmounted by spongy, spherical +cushions. One of these he tore off for a pillow before going on. At the +end of the little room, he sought for another crack, kicked the panel +a bit to loosen it, and succeeded in sliding back a section of wall. +The passage revealed was about the size of those he had been forced +to explore during the past two weeks, but it had an unfinished, +behind-the-scenes crudeness in appearance. Barnsley pottered along +for about fifteen minutes, during which time the walls resounded with +distant running and he encountered several obviously improvised +barriers. + +He kicked his way through one, squeezed through an opening that had not +been closed quite in time, restrained a wicked impulse to cross some +wiring that must have been electrical, and at last allowed himself to be +diverted into a passage leading back to his original cell. He amused +himself by trying to picture the disruption he had caused to the +honeycomb of passageways. + +"There!" he grinned to himself. "That should keep them from bothering me +for a few hours. Maybe one or two of them will get in trouble over it--I +hope!" + +He arranged his stolen cushion where the wall met the floor and lay +down. + +A thought struck him. He sat up to examine the cushion suspiciously. +It appeared to be an equivalent to foam rubber. He prodded and twisted +until convinced that no wires or other unexpected objects were concealed +inside. Not till then did he resume his relaxed position. + +Presently one of his hands located and pinched a tiny switch buried +in the lobe of his left ear. Barnsley concentrated upon keeping his +features blank as a rushing sound seemed to grow in his ear. He yawned +casually, moving one hand from behind his head to cover his mouth. + +Having practiced many times before a mirror, he did not think that any +possible watcher would have noticed how his thumb slipped briefly inside +his mouth to give one eyetooth a slight twist. + +A strong humming inundated his hearing. It continued for perhaps two +minutes, paused, and began again. Barnsley waited through two repetitions +before he "yawned" again and sleepily rolled over to hide his face in his +folded arms. + +"Did you get it all?" he murmured. + +"Clear as a bell," replied a tiny voice in his left ear. "Was that your +whole day's recording?" + +"I guess so," said Barnsley. "To tell the truth, I lose track a bit +after two weeks without a watch. Who's this? Sanchez?" + +"That's right. You seem to come in on my watch pretty nearly every +twenty-four hours. Okay, I'll tape a slowed-down version of your blast +for the boys in the back room. You're doing fine." + + * * * * * + +"Not for much longer," Barnsley told him. "When do I get out of here?" + +"Any day," Sanchez reassured him. "It was some job to learn an alien +language with just your recordings and some of your educated guesses to +go on. We've had a regular mob sweating on it night and day." + +"How is it coming?" + +"It turns out they're nothing to worry about. The fleet is close enough +now to pick up their surface broadcasting. Believe me, your stupid act +has them thoroughly confused. They hold debates over whether you could +possibly be intelligent enough to belong in a spaceship." + +"Meanwhile, I'm slowly starving," said Barnsley. + +"Just hang on for a couple of days. Now that we know where they are, +they're in for a shock. One of these mornings, they're going to hear +voices from all over their skies, demanding to know what kind of savages +they are to have kidnapped you--and in their own language!" + +Barnsley grinned into his improvised pillow as Sanchez signed off. +Things would really work out after all. He was set for an immensely +lucrative position; whether as ambassador, trade consultant, or colonial +governor depended upon how well the experts bluffed the blubber-heads. +Well, it seemed only his due for the risks he had taken. + +"Omigosh!" he grunted, sitting up as he pictured the horde of Terran +Colonial experts descending upon the planet. "I'll be the only one here +that hasn't learned to speak the language!" + + END + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31868.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31868.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a076a91749478bf1c78439c8aca4b538734d1bf8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31868.txt @@ -0,0 +1,283 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Meredith Bach, Irma Spehar, Markus Brenner and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + Red Riding Hood + + [Illustration] + + + + Entered according to Act of Congress in the year + 1863, by L. PRANG & CO. in Clerk's office of + the district court of Mass. + + + + [Illustration] + + There was a lonely cabin + Within a dark, old wood, + And in it, with her mother + There dwelt Red Riding Hood. + + The tall old trees above them + Their winter fire supplied + When Autumn's flaming sunsets + From their red leaves had died. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + The rippling brook, their water + From far off mountains brought; + And prattled of their summits + In icy statues wrought. + + For them, the squirrels hoarded + Their nuts in hollow trees; + And pounds of sweetest honey + Were made them by the bees; + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + To gather these together + Was work enough to do; + Little Red Riding Hood thought so, + An so, no doubt, would you. + + Blushing beneath her fingers + Looked up the berries red; + The flowers seemed to know her + And listened for her tread. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + For she was good and loving + And beautiful as good, + With daily acts of kindness, + Little Red Riding Hood. + + Afar off, in the forest, + There lived her grandam old; + And she was poor and needy, + And often sick and cold. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + And once a week, her grandchild + Would walk the lonely wood, + And carry little bundles + Of faggots and of food. + + One morn the mother started + The maid upon her way, + And said, "now you must carry + To grandmamma to day." + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + "This little pot of butter + I've churned so nice and sweet; + And mind not stop and prattle + With any one you meet!" + + Then through the shady forest + The little maiden went; + And though her steps were fleetest, + The day was well nigh spent, + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + When nearby through her journey, + An old, gaunt Wolf she spied, + Who wagged his tail, and humbly + Came walking by her side; + + And said, "my little maiden, + How very fair you are! + You really look quite handsome! + Where do you walk so far?" + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Forgetful of her mother, + She stopped and told him where; + Then said the Wolf, so cunning, + "What is it that you bear?" + + Forgetful of her mother, + She stood and told him what; + "Tis butter, for my grandma, + Packed nicely in this pot." + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Then said the Wolf, "good by dear; + Perhaps we'll meet again!" + Then swiftly on he hastened, + Swiftly through dale and glen, + + And running reached before her + The cabin grey and old; + Her grandmamma was absent-- + He quickly did infold + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Himself in cap and night gown + Then quickly on the bed, + Closely upon the pillow + He laid his grizzly head. + + Red Riding Hood soon entered; + "O, grandmamma, see here! + A little pot of butter!" + Where is my grandma dear? + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + "Here," said the Wolf, well feigning, + Her grandma's voice, so weak; + "I'm here, so sick my darling, + That I can scarcely speak!" + + "Take off your clothes my darling, + Upon the bed come lie; + When you are here beside me + I'll be better by and by!" + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + Red Riding Hood obeyed her + And got upon the bed; + "O grandmamma how altered + You are!" she quickly said + + "O what GREAT EYES my grandma! + They never looked so before--" + "That's to see you the better my darling, + The larger, to see you more!" + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + "What a GREAT NOSE my grandma + It never looked so before!" + "That's to smell you better, my darling; + The larger to smell you more!" + + "And what GREAT HANDS my grandma + They never looked so before!" + "That's to hold you tight my darling + And to hug you more and more!" + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + "What a GREAT MOUTH my grandma! + As large as your tin cup!" + "That's to open wide my beauty + And then to eat you up!" + + Then he opened his great mouth wider + To eat her like a bird + But at that dreadful moment + A hunter's gun was heard + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + The Wolf fell dead and bleeding-- + Then grandma hastened in-- + For she had seen the peril + The danger that had been! + + Red Riding Hood wept sadly + And sorrowed more and more, + That she'd disobeyed her mother-- + Which she never did before. + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + And she thought with fear & trembling + Of the death that came so near! + And she said the fright had taught her + To mind her mother dear. + + Then listen, all ye children, + And mind your mother's word! + For the great WOLF, men call EVIL + Is prowling round unheard! + + [Illustration] + + + [Illustration] + + + _Written & Designed by LYDIA L. VERY._ + Published by + L. PRANG & Co. + _No. 159 Washington St. Boston, Mass._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31878.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31878.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..56b33346b1bc35d700c6106b48293b9d1298d4c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31878.txt @@ -0,0 +1,725 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Meredith Bach, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + +THE TEMPERS + + + + +THE TEMPERS + + +BY +WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS + + +LONDON +ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET +M CM XIII + + + + +TO + +CARLOS HOHEB + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + +Peace on Earth 7 + +Postlude 8 + +First Praise 9 + +Homage 10 + +The Fool's Song 11 + +From "The Birth of Venus," Song 12 + +Immortal 13 + +Mezzo Forte 14 + +An After Song 15 + +Crude Lament 16 + +The Ordeal 17 + +The Death of Franco of Cologne: His Prophecy of Beethoven 18 + +Portent 21 + +Con Brio 22 + +Ad Infinitum 23 + +Translations from the Spanish, "El Romancero" 24 + +Hic Jacet 30 + +Contemporania 31 + +To wish Myself Courage 32 + + + + +Peace on Earth + + +The Archer is wake! +The Swan is flying! +Gold against blue +An Arrow is lying. +There is hunting in heaven-- +Sleep safe till to-morrow. + +The Bears are abroad! +The Eagle is screaming! +Gold against blue +Their eyes are gleaming! +Sleep! +Sleep safe till to-morrow. + +The Sisters lie +With their arms intertwining; +Gold against blue +Their hair is shining! +The Serpent writhes! +Orion is listening! +Gold against blue +His sword is glistening! +Sleep! +There is hunting in heaven-- +Sleep safe till to-morrow. + + + + +Postlude + + +Now that I have cooled to you +Let there be gold of tarnished masonry, +Temples soothed by the sun to ruin +That sleep utterly. +Give me hand for the dances, +Ripples at Philae, in and out, +And lips, my Lesbian, +Wall flowers that once were flame. + +Your hair is my Carthage +And my arms the bow, +And our words arrows +To shoot the stars +Who from that misty sea +Swarm to destroy us. + +But you there beside me-- +Oh how shall I defy you, +Who wound me in the night +With breasts shining +Like Venus and like Mars? +The night that is shouting Jason +When the loud eaves rattle +As with waves above me +Blue at the prow of my desire. + + + + +First Praise + + +Lady of dusk wood fastnesses, + Thou art my Lady. +I have known the crisp splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, +White, slender through green saplings; +I have lain by thee on the grey forest floor + Beside thee, my Lady. + +Lady of rivers strewn with stones, + Only thou art my Lady. +Where thousand the freshets are crowded like peasants to a fair; +Clear skinned, wild from seclusion, +They jostle white armed down the tent-bordered thoroughfare + Praising my Lady. + + + + +Homage + + +Elvira, by love's grace +There goeth before you +A clear radiance +Which maketh all vain souls +Candles when noon is. + +The loud clangour of pretenders +Melteth before you +Like the roll of carts passing, +But you come silently +And homage is given. + +Now the little by-path +Which leadeth to love +Is again joyful with its many; +And the great highway +From love +Is without passers. + + + + +The Fool's Song + + +I tried to put a bird in a cage. + O fool that I am! + For the bird was Truth. +Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put + Truth in a cage! + +And when I had the bird in the cage, + O fool that I am! + Why, it broke my pretty cage. +Sing merrily, Truth; I tried to put + Truth in a cage! + +And when the bird was flown from the cage, + O fool that I am! + Why, I had nor bird nor cage. +Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put + Truth in a cage! + Heigh-ho! Truth in a cage. + + + + +From "The Birth of Venus," Song + + + Come with us and play! +See, we have breasts as women! + From your tents by the sea +Come play with us: it is forbidden! + + Come with us and play! +Lo, bare, straight legs in the water! + By our boats we stay, + Then swimming away +Come to us: it is forbidden! + + Come with us and play! +See, we are tall as women! + Our eyes are keen: + Our hair is bright: +Our voices speak outright: +We revel in the sea's green! + Come play: + It is forbidden! + + + + +Immortal + + +Yes, there is one thing braver than all flowers; + Richer than clear gems; wider than the sky; +Immortal and unchangeable; whose powers + Transcend reason, love and sanity! + +And thou, beloved, art that godly thing! + Marvellous and terrible; in glance +An injured Juno roused against Heaven's King! + And thy name, lovely One, is Ignorance. + + + + +Mezzo Forte + + +Take that, damn you; and that! + And here's a rose + To make it right again! + God knows + I'm sorry, Grace; but then, +It's not my fault if you will be a cat. + + + + +An After Song + + + So art thou broken in upon me, Apollo, + Through a splendour of purple garments-- + Held by the yellow-haired Clymene + To clothe the white of thy shoulders-- + Bare from the day's leaping of horses. +This is strange to me, here in the modern twilight. + + + + +Crude Lament + + +Mother of flames, + The men that went ahunting +Are asleep in the snow drifts. + You have kept the fire burning! +Crooked fingers that pull +Fuel from among the wet leaves, + Mother of flames + You have kept the fire burning! +The young wives have fallen asleep +With wet hair, weeping, + Mother of flames! +The young men raised the heavy spears +And are gone prowling in the darkness. + O mother of flames, + You who have kept the fire burning! + Lo, I am helpless! +Would God they had taken me with them! + + + + +The Ordeal + + +O Crimson salamander, + Because of love's whim + sacred! +Swim + the winding flame + Predestined to disman him +And bring our fellow home to us again. + + Swim in with watery fang, + Gnaw out and drown +The fire roots that circle him +Until the Hell-flower dies down + And he comes home again. + + Aye, bring him home, + O crimson salamander, +That I may see he is unchanged with burning-- +Then have your will with him, + O crimson salamander. + + + + +The Death of Franco of Cologne: +His Prophecy of Beethoven + + +It is useless, good woman, useless: the spark fails me. +God! yet when the might of it all assails me +It seems impossible that I cannot do it. +Yet I cannot. They were right, and they all knew it +Years ago, but I--never! I have persisted +Blindly (they say) and now I am old. I have resisted +Everything, but now, now the strife's ended. +The fire's out; the old cloak has been mended +For the last time, the soul peers through its tatters. +Put a light by and leave me; nothing more matters +Now; I am done; I am at last well broken! +Yet, by God, I'll still leave them a token +That they'll swear it was no dead man writ it; +A morsel that they'll mark well the day they bit it, +That there'll be sand between their gross teeth to crunch yet +When goodman Gabriel blows his concluding trumpet. +Leave me! + And now, little black eyes, come you out here! +Ah, you've given me a lively, lasting bout, year +After year to win you round me darlings! +Precious children, little gambollers! "farlings" +They might have called you once, "nearlings" +I call you now, I, first of all the yearlings, +Upon this plain, for I it was that tore you +Out of chaos! It was I bore you! +Ah, you little children that go playing +Over the five-barred gate, and will still be straying +Spite of all that I have ever told you +Of counterpoint and cadence which does not hold you-- +No more than chains will for this or that strange reason, +But you're always at some new loving treason +To be away from me, laughing, mocking, +Witlessly, perhaps, but for all that forever knocking +At this stanchion door of your poor father's heart till--oh, well +At least you've shown that you can grow well +However much you evade me faster, faster. +But, black eyes, some day you'll get a master, +For he will come! He shall, he must come! +And when he finishes and the burning dust from +His wheels settles--what shall men see then? +You, you, you, my own lovely children! +Aye, all of you, thus with hands together +Playing on the hill or there in a tether, +Or running free, but all mine! Aye, my very namesakes +Shall be his proper fame's stakes. +And he shall lead you! +And he shall meed you! +And he shall build you gold palaces! +And he shall wine you from clear chalices! +For I have seen it! I have seen it +Written where the world-clouds screen it +From other eyes +Over the bronze gates of paradise! + + + + +Portent + + +Red cradle of the night, + In you + The dusky child +Sleeps fast till his might + Shall be piled +Sinew on sinew. + +Red cradle of the night, + The dusky child +Sleeping sits upright. + Lo how + The winds blow now! + He pillows back; +The winds are again mild. + +When he stretches his arms out, +Red cradle of the night, + The alarms shout +From bare tree to tree, + Wild + In afright! +Mighty shall he be, +Red cradle of the night, + The dusky child!! + + + + +Con Brio + + +Miserly, is the best description of that poor fool +Who holds Lancelot to have been a morose fellow, +Dolefully brooding over the events which had naturally to follow +The high time of his deed with Guinevere. +He has a sick historical sight, if I judge rightly, +To believe any such thing as that ever occurred. +But, by the god of blood, what else is it that has deterred +Us all from an out and out defiance of fear +But this same perdamnable miserliness, +Which cries about our necks how we shall have less and less +Than we have now if we spend too wantonly? + +Bah, this sort of slither is below contempt! + +In the same vein we should have apple trees exempt +From bearing anything but pink blossoms all the year, +Fixed permanent lest their bellies wax unseemly, and the dear +Innocent days of them be wasted quite. + +How can we have less? Have we not the deed? + +Lancelot thought little, spent his gold and rode to fight +Mounted, if God was willing, on a good steed. + + + + +Ad Infinitum + + + Still I bring flowers +Although you fling them at my feet + Until none stays +That is not struck across with wounds: + Flowers and flowers +That you may break them utterly + As you have always done. + + Sure happily +I still bring flowers, flowers, + Knowing how all +Are crumpled in your praise + And may not live +To speak a lesser thing. + + + + +Translations from the Spanish, +"El Romancero" + + + I + + Although you do your best to regard me + With an air seeming offended, + Never can you deny, when all's ended, + Calm eyes, that you _did_ regard me. + +However much you're at pains to +Offend me, by which I may suffer, +What offence is there can make up for +The great good he finds who attains you? +For though with mortal fear you reward me, +Until my sorry sense is plenished, +Never can you deny, when all's ended, +Calm eyes, that you did regard me. + +Thinking thus to dismay me +You beheld me with disdain, +But instead of destroying the gain, +In fact with doubled good you paid me. +For though you show them how hardly +They keep off from leniency bended, +Never can you deny, when all's ended, +Calm eyes, that you did regard me. + + + II + +Ah, little green eyes, +Ah, little eyes of mine, +Ah, Heaven be willing +That you think of me somewise. + +The day of departure +You came full of grieving +And to see I was leaving +The tears 'gan to start sure +With the heavy torture +Of sorrows unbrightened +When you lie down at night and +When there to you dreams rise, +Ah, Heaven be willing +That you think of me somewise. + +Deep is my assurance +Of you, little green eyes, +That in truth you realise +Something of my durance +Eyes of hope's fair assurance +And good premonition +By virtue of whose condition +All green colours I prize. +Ah, Heaven be willing +That you think of me somewise. + +Would God I might know you +To which quarter bended +And why comprehended +When sighings overflow you, +And if you must go through +Some certain despair, +For that you lose his care +Who was faithful always. +Ah, Heaven be willing +That you think of me these days. + +Through never a moment +I've known how to live lest +All my thoughts but as one pressed +You-ward for their concernment. +May God send chastisement +If in this I belie me +And if it truth be +My own little green eyes. +Ah, Heaven be willing +That you think of me somewise. + + + III + +Poplars of the meadow, +Fountains of Madrid, +Now I am absent from you +All are slandering me. + +Each of you is telling +How evil my chance is +The wind among the branches, +The fountains in their welling +To every one telling +You were happy to see. +Now I am absent from you +All are slandering me. + +With good right I may wonder +For that at my last leaving +The plants with sighs heaving +And the waters in tears were. +That you played double, never +Thought I this could be, +Now I am absent from you +All are slandering me. + +There full in your presence +Music you sought to waken, +Later I'm forsaken +Since you are ware of my absence. +God, wilt Thou give me patience +Here while suffer I ye, +Now I am absent from you +All are slandering me. + + + IV + +The day draweth nearer, +And morrow ends our meeting, +Ere they take thee sleeping +Be up--away, my treasure! + +Soft, leave her breasts all unheeded, +Far hence though the master still remaineth! +For soon uptil our earth regaineth +The sun all embraces dividing. +N'er grew pleasure all unimpeded, +N'er was delight lest passion won, +And to the wise man the fit occasion +Has not yet refused a full measure: +Be up--away, my treasure! + +If that my love thy bosom inflameth +With honest purpose and just intention, +To free me from my soul's contention +Give over joys the day shameth; +Who thee lameth he also me lameth, +And my good grace builds all in thy good grace; +Be up--away! Fear leaveth place, +That thou art here, no more unto pleasure, +Be up--away, my treasure! + +Although thou with a sleep art wresting, +'Tis rightful thou bringst it close, +That of the favour one meeting shows +An hundred may hence be attesting. +'Tis fitting too thou shouldst be mindful +That the ease which we lose now, in kind, full +Many a promise holds for our leisure; +Ere they take thee sleeping; +Be up--away, my treasure! + + + + +Hic Jacet + + +The coroner's merry little children + Have such twinkling brown eyes. +Their father is not of gay men + And their mother jocular in no wise, +Yet the coroner's merry little children + Laugh so easily. + +They laugh because they prosper. + Fruit for them is upon all branches. +Lo! how they jibe at loss, for + Kind heaven fills their little paunches! +It's the coroner's merry, merry children + Who laugh so easily. + + + + +Contemporania + + +The corner of a great rain +Steamy with the country +Has fallen upon my garden. + +I go back and forth now +And the little leaves follow me +Talking of the great rain, +Of branches broken, +And the farmer's curses! + +But I go back and forth +In this corner of a garden +And the green shoots follow me +Praising the great rain. + +We are not curst together, +The leaves and I, +Framing devices, flower devices +And other ways of peopling +The barren country. + +Truly it was a very great rain +That makes the little leaves follow me. + + + + +To wish Myself Courage + + +On the day when youth is no more upon me +I will write of the leaves and the moon in a tree top! +I will sing then the song, long in the making-- +When the stress of youth is put away from me. + +How can I ever be written out as men say? +Surely it is merely an interference with the long song-- +This that I am now doing. + +But when the spring of it is worn like the old moon +And the eaten leaves are lace upon the cold earth-- +Then I will rise up in my great desire-- +Long at the birth--and sing me the youth-song! + + + * * * * * + +LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31961.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31961.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fa972681ad9aaf96c9c621534848f509875e3639 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31961.txt @@ -0,0 +1,383 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction December 1954. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + joy ride + + + By MARK MEADOWS + + + Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS + + + Men or machines--something had to give--though not + necessarily one or the other. Why not both? + + * * * * * + + + + +(HISTORIAN'S NOTE: _The following statements are extracted from +depositions taken by the Commission of Formal Inquiry appointed by the +Peloric Rehabilitation Council, a body formed as a provisional +government in the third month of the Calamity_.) + + +1 + +My name is Andrews, third assistant vice president in charge of +maintenance for Cybernetic Publishers. + +It is not generally known that all the periodical publications for the +world were put out by Cybernetics. We did not conceal the monopoly +deliberately, but we found that using the names of other publishing +houses helped to give our magazines an impression of variety. Of +course, we didn't want too much variety, either; only the tried and +tested kind. + +Cybernetics gained its monopoly by cutting costs of production. It had +succeeded in linking electronic calculators to photo-copying +machines. Through this combination, all kinds of texts and +illustrations could be produced automatically. + + * * * * * + +Formula punch cards, fed to the calculators, produced articles and +stories of standard styles and substance. Market analysts in the +research division designed the formulas for the punch cards. An +editing machine shuffled the cards before giving them to the +calculating machines. + +The shuffling produced enough variation in the final product to +suggest novelty to the reader without actually presenting anything +strange or unexpected. + +Once the cards were in the machine, they set off electronic impulses +which, by a scanning process, projected photographic images of type +and illustrations to a ribbon of paper. This ribbon ran through a +battery of xerographic machines to reproduce the exact number of +copies specified by the market indicator. + +Everything worked smoothly without the necessity for thought, which, +as you know, is expensive and often wasteful. + +In the second week of the Calamity, one machine after another seemed +to go put of order. I couldn't tell whether the trouble was in the +cards, in the research office, or in the machines. + +First, one produced something entitled "A Critique of the Bureaucratic +Culture Pattern." Then another would give out nothing but lyric poems. +A third simply printed obvious gibberish, the letters F-R-E-E-D-O-M. +And one of our oldest machines ran off a series of limericks of a +decidedly pungent flavor. + +I did all I could to straighten them out. Even our cleaning compounds +were analyzed for traces of alcohol. But we weren't able to locate the +trouble. And we didn't dare shut off the power because that would have +backed up our continuous stream of pulp and paper all the way to +Canada, Alaska and Scandinavia. There didn't seem to be anything to do +but let the publications go on through to the distribution center. + +Before they were returned to the pulp mills, some of the publications +reached private hands and created something of a stir, especially the +limericks. One of them went something like this: "There was a +young...." (Passage defaced.) + + +2 + +My name is Minton, traffic officer emeritus on the Extrapolated +Parkway. + +The Parkway was equipped with the usual electronic controls to propel +cars magnetically, to maintain a safe distance between all cars, and +to hold them automatically in their proper lanes. The controls also +turned cars off the Parkways at the proper exit, according to the +settings on the individual automobile's direction-finder. + +On the ninth day of the Calamity, the controls became erratic. Cars +ran off the highway at the wrong exits, even though their +direction-finders seemed to be in good order. Many turned around in +circles at entrances to the Parkway and failed to enter. Drivers +abandoned cars in despair and actually made their way on foot. Those +who remembered how to steer by hand, mainly persons with obsolete +cars, were able to travel by using back country roads. It was almost +like old times, when we used to have accidents. + +Meanwhile, I kept getting radio calls from motorists whose cars were +trapped on the highway. They were unable to turn off anywhere, even at +the wrong exit. The magnetic propellers forced them to continue +traveling a circular route for hours. I don't know what they expected +_me_ to do about it. + +They tried to say I tampered with the controls, but I had no such +orders. There was nothing in the Traffic Officer's Manual to cover +this situation, so I naturally did nothing. + +Anyway, I think that the trouble lay with the direction-finders in the +cars rather than with the Highway Controls. For several days +previously, a great many cars no matter how the automatic +direction-finders were set, had been known to head for water if they +weren't watched. Because of the fact that so many motorists had formed +a habit of snoozing, once the car was in motion, there were a number +of drownings. If we could have done anything to prevent them, we +probably would have, though that wasn't our job. + + +3 + +MY name is Elder, sound director for Station 40 N 180. + +We had noticed nothing unusual about our broadcasts until the third +day of the Calamity. That was the first time one of our +ultra-sensitive microphones began to pick up and broadcast speeches +from unknown sources. + +Our third assistant monitor was the first to notice. He called and +told me that interference was disrupting the program. A few minutes +later, he said that the sponsor's message, as broadcast, did not +conform to the copy which had been put on the tape. (To eliminate +studio errors, all our broadcast programs were first recorded on +electro-magnetic tape and edited before they were released.) + +[Illustration] + +We checked and found that none of the commercial messages were going +through properly. The fact is that they were broadcast very +improperly. + +I tested the microphone myself and was reported as saying, "What +difference does it make?" I had used the conventional testing phrases, +"One, two, three, four," yet all three monitors swore that the other +sentence had been uttered in my voice. + +We switched at once to broadcasting music exclusively as an +alternative to verbal programs, but the microphones continued to +pickup vocal interference. The voices were of many kinds and not +always distinct. They sounded sincere and the words were plain, but I +could not discern any meaning in them. + + * * * * * + +For a while, until the Calamity affected wire communications, too, we +received telephone comments from our audience. + +A few people complained about the confusion, but most asked us to turn +off the music and let the voices come through clearly. + +One of the listeners said to us, "I haven't heard men speak their +minds so plainly since the morning Grandma wrecked Grandpa's new +helicopter." + + +4 + +My name is Wilson. I manned the remote control panel for the +Duplicator Construction Company. + +As you know, we directed a battery of building machines which erected +mass housing projects. I directed only the destination of our +machines. Once I sent them to a site, they completed their work +automatically with the materials installed at our supply depot. + +A single machine could prepare a site and erect a complete house in +one day. With an army of 5,000 machines, our firm had succeeded in +building as many houses as there was room for, and we had started on +the demolition of our original buildings for replacement with the +modern economy-size model. This made room for three families where one +had lived before. We started this replacement program the week before +the Calamity. + +The first hint of trouble was a call from a checker to the front +office. I happened to be there when he appeared on the vid-screen and +said that one of our machines had built a Chinese pagoda. He seemed to +think it was funny. + +Then we began to receive other reports. Our machines were building +grape arbors, covered bridges, cloisters, music halls, green houses, +dancing pavilions and hunting lodges. + +One machine was not building at all, but had gone on a rampage, +clearing ground where we had just completed one thousand of the new +economy-size dwelling units. + +The machine was dynamited by our emergency squad. + + +5 + +My name is Fisher. On the first day of the Calamity, I was a member of an +audience which had been employed by the Spectacle Commission to observe the +start of the Forty-Ton-Shovel-Cross-Continent-Ditch-Digging Contest. + +This was the first time that power shovels of this size had been used +to dig a ditch more than a thousand miles long. I was very proud to be +in that audience. + +The contest started on time. The shovels were marshaled and on their +marks at the city line. The Mayor fired a disarmed war rocket as the +signal to start. + +And then the shovels, instead of biting into the dirt, turned at right +angles and began to chew a path through the paid audience. + +This was not called for in the contract and many hired spectators ran +away in fright, but a few of us had enough professional pride to stand +by. We watched as the shovels cut an irregular path through streets, +parks and open lots in the city snapping at everything in their way +until they reached the water-front. + +I thought they would stop at the docks. The leaders _did_ pause, until +all the shovels had come abreast. Then, as if they had a common +impulse, they rolled into the harbor and sank in unison. + +As I later said to my wife, it was quite extraordinary. + + +6 + +My name is Danville. I was watching a colorvision program on the first +day of the Calamity. + +The program was a wrestling match between a woman and a bear. The bear +was winning when the screen went dark. The announcer's voice faded and +I heard what sounded like the chatter of my neighbors. When the screen +lit up again, it showed my own home. The door opened to reveal the +hallway to the dining room, where I could see my wife sewing a patch +on my son's pants. Then I saw my daughter experimenting on fudge in +the food laboratory and my boy working on a bomb model. What surprised +me most was a picture of myself staring at myself on the screen. + +This wasn't very interesting to me, so I tried some of the other +stations. No matter where I tuned in, though, I found myself looking +at a part of my own home. I wrote a letter of complaint to the +Universal Program Commission, but never even got an answer. + + +7 + +I am sorry that I do not remember my name. I have been employed a long +time in the Classified Laboratory of Theoretical Physics and have been +under security orders to speak to no one except in answer to official +queries. As I am the only scholar in my field--the polarity of the +positron--I have never been asked for information. If I had been, +perhaps I would not have forgotten my name, but I cannot be sure. I +don't know whether the replies are signed. + +I could have prevented the Calamity. I tried. I risked my life in the +attempt. But at the moment when it seemed I might succeed, something +happened which I must try to explain. + +First let me tell you why I knew what would happen. + +My studies of minute particles led me to believe that machines might +exert some form of choice. Simply because aggregates have always +behaved predictably, I could not assume they always would. Even though +the masses of men behaved as expected, I remember that, in my +grandfather's time, individual persons frequently departed from +established courses. What the individual could do, I felt the mass or +the machine might do. + +As you know, these were subversive views, running directly counter to +the cult of the Statisticians, which was based entirely on the +predictability of mass behavior. + +The cult of the Statisticians was strong because it produced results. +By employing Statisticians, the contending armies in the Peripheral +Wars predicted each other's movements so accurately that they +eliminated the possibility of surprise. Thus the Statisticians +produced the military impasse which destroyed the prestige of +political leadership. From that time on, Statisticians filled the +posts of government. + +The success of the Statisticians proved their undoing. They claimed +that they could create a perfect system without conflict or accident. +They fondly believed that with the feedback in the electron brain, +they could anticipate and correct all deviations in behavior, human or +mechanical. + +They might have succeeded, if not for a fundamental error. + +I discovered this error as soon as the plans for the fiscal century +were published. The design of the electron brain had completely +ignored the polarity of the positron. In the total fiscal complex, +this factor permits any aggregate to choose its own course. But the +error was not immediately obvious to the Statisticians. It remained +subtle and concealed until multiplied beyond control. + + * * * * * + +Naturally, I prepared a report to predict to my chiefs the dangers +embedded in this plan for a perfect world. I predicted that the +machines would make their own decisions, even though most men long ago +had lost that power. I even warned them that the ancient concept of +"free will," now forbidden, would return to destroy them. These were +the facts I offered. + +The report was never delivered. + +I'd hardly put my seal on the document when the automatic security +guard closed in. The document was seized and I was bound gagged and +thrown onto a conveyor belt. I saw myself on the way to the eraser. +Only the polarity of the positron saved me. Desperately, on my way out +of the laboratory, I kicked a single switch. + +Instead of taking me to my punishment, the conveyor belt converted +itself into a joy ride. The gag fell out. My bonds dissolved. The +Calamity had begun. + +The joy ride carried me to witness many of the events reported to this +Commission. And then it tossed me directly into the center of the +office of the Chiefs. I had one more opportunity to tell my story, to +save the system. + +Given a second choice, I reconsidered. + +Had a perfect system been to my taste, I'd have died cheerfully to +save it. But the Calamity excited me. I relished its surprises and +adventures, even its hazards. I remember the old peasant proverb, +"When life is perfect, it is time to die." And I decided I'd rather +live. + +HISTORIAN'S NOTE:_ At this point, the Commission abruptly closed its +hearings. The unnamed physicist was charged with treason and ordered +executed on the spot. His life was saved, however, by Rioters +representing the New Disorder, which, upon seizing power, decreed that +the Calamity should henceforth be called the Blessing._ + +_The physicist was rewarded by being made head of the government. He +served two distinguished terms as President Nameless, which was the +origin of the Presidential title of address, "Your Namelessness._" + +_The Commission, of course, was sent to Erasure._ + + --MARK MEADOWS + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31974.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31974.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cb6d54c57a7e2deb7be53725f49dff3d84197054 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg31974.txt @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + LAST DAYS OF THE REBELLION. + + THE SECOND NEW YORK CAVALRY + (HARRIS' LIGHT) + AT APPOMATTOX STATION AND APPOMATTOX COURT + HOUSE, APRIL 8 and 9, 1865. + + + BY + ALANSON M. RANDOL + + _Major First U. S. Artillery (late Colonel Second New York + Cavalry), Bvt. Brig-General, U. S. Vols._ + + + ALCATRAZ ISLAND, CAL., + 1886. + + + + +LAST DAYS OF THE REBELLION. + + +During the winter of 1864-5 the Second New York (Harris' Light) Cavalry +was in winter quarters near Winchester, Va., on the Romney pike. Alanson +M. Randol, Captain First United States Artillery, was colonel of the +regiment, which, with the First Connecticut, Second Ohio, and Third New +Jersey, constituted the first brigade, third division, cavalry corps. The +division was commanded by General George A. Custer; the brigade by A. C. +M. Pennington, Captain Second United States Artillery, Colonel Third New +Jersey Cavalry. On the 27th of February, 1865, the divisions of Merritt +and Custer, with the batteries of Miller (Fourth United States Artillery) +and Woodruff (Second United States Artillery), all under command of +General Sheridan, left their winter quarters in and around Winchester, +and, after a series of splendid victories, and unsurpassed marches and +fortunes, joined the Army of the Potomac in front of Petersburg on the +27th of March. The Second New York Cavalry shared largely in the glories +and miseries of this great and successful raid. At Five Forks, Deep Creek, +and Sailors Creek, it not only maintained its gallant and meritorious +record, but added to its great renown. At the gentle and joyous passage +of arms at Appomattox Station, on the 8th of April, it reached the climax +of its glory, and, by its deeds of daring, touched the pinnacle of fame. +On that day it performed prodigies of valor, and achieved successes as +pregnant with good results as any single action of the war. By forcing a +passage through the rebel lines and heading off Lee's army, it contributed +largely to the result that followed the next day--the surrender of the +Confederate Army of Northern Virginia. + + * * * * * + +On the night of the 7th of April we camped on Buffalo River. Moving at an +early hour on the 8th, we crossed the Lynchburg Railroad at Prospect +Station, and headed for Appomattox Station, where it was expected we would +strike, if not intercept, Lee's retreating, disintegrating army. The trail +was fresh and the chase hot. Joy beamed in every eye, for all felt that +the end was drawing near, and we earnestly hoped that ours might be the +glorious opportunity of striking the final blow. About noon the regiment +was detached to capture a force of the enemy said to be at one of the +crossings of the Appomattox. Some few hundreds, unarmed, half-starved, +stragglers, with no fight in them, were found, and turned over to the +Provost Marshall. Resuming its place in the column, I received orders to +report with the regiment to General Custer, who was at its head. Reporting +in compliance with this order, General Custer informed me that his scouts +had reported three large trains of cars at Appomattox Station, loaded with +supplies for the rebel army; that he expected to have made a junction +with Merritt's division near this point; that his orders were to wait here +till Merritt joined him; that he had not heard from him since morning, and +had sent an officer to communicate with him, but if he did not hear from +him in half an hour, he wished me to take my regiment and capture the +trains of cars, and, if possible, reach and hold the pike to Lynchburg. +While talking, the whistle of the locomotive was distinctly but faintly +heard, and the column was at once moved forward, the Second New York in +advance. As we neared the station the whistles became more and more +distinct, and a scout reported the trains rapidly unloading, and that the +advance of the rebel army was passing through Appomattox Court House. +Although Custer's orders were to make a junction with Merritt before +coming in contact with the enemy, here was a chance to strike a decisive +blow, which, if successful, would add to his renown and glory, and if not, +Merritt would soon be up to help him out of the scrape. Our excitement was +intense, but subdued. All saw the vital importance of heading off the +enemy. Another whistle, nearer and clearer, and another scout decided the +question. I was ordered to move rapidly to Appomattox Station, seize the +trains there, and, if possible, get possession of the Lynchburg pike. +General Custer rode up alongside of me and, laying his hand on my +shoulder, said, "Go in, old fellow, don't let anything stop you; now is +the chance for your stars. Whoop 'em up; I'll be after you." The regiment +left the column at a slow trot, which became faster and faster until we +caught sight of the cars, which were preparing to move away, when, with a +cheer, we charged down on the station, capturing in an instant the three +trains of cars, with the force guarding them. I called for engineers and +firemen to take charge of the trains, when at least a dozen of my men +around me offered their services. I chose the number required, and ordered +the trains to be run to the rear, where I afterwards learned they were +claimed as captures by General Ord's corps. The cars were loaded with +commissary stores, a portion of which had been unloaded, on which the +rebel advance were regaling themselves when we pounced so unexpectedly +down on them. + +While the regiment was rallying after the charge, the enemy opened on it a +fierce fire from all kinds of guns--field and siege--which, however, did +but little damage, as the regiment was screened from the enemy's sight by +a dense woods. I at once sent notification to General Custer and Colonel +Pennington of my success, moved forward--my advance busily +skirmishing--and followed with the regiment in line of battle, mounted. +The advance was soon checked by the enemy formed behind hastily +constructed intrenchments in a dense wood of the second growth of pine. +Flushed with success and eager to gain the Lynchburg pike, along which +immense wagon and siege trains were rapidly moving, the regiment was +ordered to charge. Three times did it try to break through the enemy's +lines, but failed. Colonel Pennington arrived on the field with the rest +of the brigade, when, altogether, a rush was made, but it failed. Then +Custer, with the whole division, tried it, but he, too, failed. Charge and +charge again, was now the order, but it was done in driblets, without +organization and in great disorder. General Custer was here, there, and +everywhere, urging the men forward with cheers and oaths. The great prize +was so nearly in his grasp that it seemed a pity to lose it; but the rebel +infantry held on hard and fast, while his artillery belched out death and +destruction on every side of us. Merritt and night were fast coming on, so +as soon as a force, however small, was organized, it was hurled forward, +only to recoil in confusion and loss. Confident that this mode of fighting +would not bring us success, and fearful lest the enemy should assume the +offensive, which, in our disorganized state, must result in disaster, I +went to General Custer soon after dark, and said to him that if he would +let me get my regiment together, I could break through the rebel line. He +excitedly replied, "Never mind your regiment; take anything and everything +you can find, horse-holders and all, and break through: we must get hold +of the pike to-night." Acting on this order, a force was soon organized by +me, composed chiefly of the Second New York, but in part of other +regiments, undistinguishable in the darkness. With this I made a charge +down a narrow lane, which led to an open field where the rebel artillery +was posted. As the charging column debouched from the woods, six bright +lights suddenly flashed directly before us. A toronado of canister-shot +swept over our heads, and the next instant we were in the battery. The +line was broken, and the enemy routed. Custer, with the whole division, +now pressed through the gap pell-mell, in hot pursuit, halting for neither +prisoners nor guns, until the road to Lynchburg, crowded with wagons and +artillery, was in our possession. We then turned short to the right and +headed for the Appomattox Court House; but just before reaching it we +discovered the thousands of camp fires of the rebel army, and the pursuit +was checked. The enemy had gone into camp, in fancied security that his +route to Lynchburg was still open before him; and he little dreamed that +our cavalry had planted itself directly across his path, until some of our +men dashed into Appomattox Court House, where, unfortunately, Lieutenant +Colonel Root, of the Fifteenth New York Cavalry, was instantly killed by a +picket guard. After we had seized the road, we were joined by other +divisions of the cavalry corps which came to our assistance, but too late +to take part in the fight. + +Owing to the night attack, our regiments were so mixed up that it took +hours to reorganize them. When this was effected, we marched near to the +railroad station and bivouacked. + +That night was passed in great anxiety. We threw ourselves on the ground +to rest, but not to sleep. We knew that the infantry was hastening to our +assistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line +would be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work +to head them off from Lynchburg. About daybreak I was aroused by loud +hurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming +in rear of our cavalry. Soon after we were in the saddle and moving +towards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing +lively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry +corps rode at a gallop to the right of our line, passing between the +position of the rebels and the rapidly forming masses of our infantry, who +greeted us with cheers and shouts of joy as we galloped along their front. +At several places we had to "run the gauntlet" of fire from the enemy's +guns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest +of the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy +to put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at +last Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy. While moving +at almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of +a surrender. General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste +for the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a +party of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly +replied, and soon put them to flight. Our lines were then formed for a +charge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the +charge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we +halted. It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we +charged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front +was a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched, +with batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister. To have +charged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost +total annihilation. After we had halted, we were informed that +preliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army. +At this news, cheer after cheer rent the air for a few moments, when soon +all became as quiet as if nothing unusual had occurred. I rode forward +between the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends +among the rebels, who came out to see us. Among them, I remember Lee +(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina. I saw General Cadmus +Wilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the +ground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point. I +called to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a +hostile manner. + +While we were thus discussing the probable terms of the surrender, General +Lee, in full uniform, accompanied by one of his staff, and General +Babcock, of General Grant's staff, rode from the Court House towards our +lines. As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he +gracefully returned. + +Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels, +which was taken up and echoed by our lines until the air was rent with +cheers, when all as suddenly subsided. The surrender was a fixed fact, and +the rebels were overjoyed at the very liberal terms they had received. Our +men, without arms, approached the rebel lines, and divided their rations +with the half-starved foe, and engaged in quiet, friendly conversation. +There was no bluster nor braggadocia,--nothing but quiet contentment that +the rebellion was crushed, and the war ended. In fact, many of the rebels +seemed as much pleased as we were. Now and then one would meet a surly, +dissatisfied look; but, as a general thing, we met smiling faces and hands +eager and ready to grasp our own, especially if they contained anything to +eat or drink. After the surrender, I rode over to the Court House with +Colonel Pennington and others and visited the house in which the surrender +had taken place, in search of some memento of the occasion. We found that +everything had been appropriated before our arrival. Mr. Wilmer McLean, in +whose house the surrender took place, informed us that on his farm at +Manassas the first battle of Bull Run was fought. I asked him to write his +name in my diary, for which, much to his surprise. I gave him a dollar. +Others did the same, and I was told that he thus received quite a golden +harvest. + +While all of the regiments of the division shared largely in the glories +of these two days, none excelled the Second New York Cavalry in its record +of great and glorious deeds. Well might its officers and men carry their +heads high, and feel elated with pride as they received the +congratulations and commendations showered on them from all sides. They +felt they had done their duty, and given the "tottering giant" a blow that +laid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again. + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + +The following misprints have been corrected: + "crowed" corrected to "crowded" (page 7) + "on on" corrected to "on" (page 9) + "unusal" corrected to "unusual" (page 9) + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Last Days of the Rebellion, by Alanson M. Randol + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3202.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3202.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..87e11bf6f8d6f4dc3c5c0e454b7dffffd49674af --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg3202.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ + + + + + +Moby (tm) Thesaurus II Documentation Notes + +This documentation, the software and/or database are: + +Public Domain material by grant from the author, January, 2001. + + +Moby (tm) Thesaurus for the MSDOS operating system is compressed and +distributed as a single zip file. 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The last entry in a record is followed by a +carriage return/linefeed [ASCII 13/10].) + + +frill, addition, adornment, amenity, beading, beauties, bedizenment, +binding, bonus, bordering, bordure, bravery, chiffon, clinquant, +colors, colors of rhetoric, crease, creasing, crimp, crisp, decoration, +dog-ear, double, double over, doubling, duplication, duplication +of effort, duplicature, edging, elegant variation, embellishment, +embroidery, enfold, expletive, extra, extra added attraction, extra +dash, extravagance, fat, featherbedding, festoons, figure, figure +of speech, filigree, filling, fillip, fimbria, fimbriation, fine +writing, finery, flection, flexure, floridity, floridness, flounce, +flourish, floweriness, flowers of speech, flute, fold, fold over, +folderol, foofaraw, frilliness, frilling, frills, frills and furbelows, +fringe, frippery, froufrou, furbelow, fuss, gaiety, galloon, gather, +gaudery, gewgaw, gilding, gilt, gingerbread, hem,infold, interfold, +jazz, lagniappe, lap over, lapel, lappet, list, lushness, luxuriance, +luxury, motif, needlessness, ornament, ornamentation, ostentation, +overadornment, overlap, padding, paste, payroll padding, plait, plat, +pleat, pleonasm, plica, plicate, plication, plicature, ply, premium, +prolixity, purple patches, quill, redundance, redundancy, ruche, +ruching, ruff, ruffle, selvage, showiness, skirting, something extra, +stuffing, superaddition, superfluity, superfluousness, tautology, +tinsel, trappings, trickery, trimming, trumpery, tuck, turn over, +twill, twist, unnecessariness, valance, verbosity, welt, wrinkle +[carriage return] + + +Part-of-Speech information is not stored with this thesaurus. 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After decompression the +hyphanation file included with this product is in ordinary ASCII +format with CRLF (ASCII 13/10) delimiters. + + + +MOBY Pronunciator II CONTENTS + +CMU Dictionary list (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3205/files/cmudict.txt) +Pronunciation List (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3205/files/mpron.txt) +Phone Set List (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3205/files/phoneset.txt) + + + +Quick Start +1) Insure you have at least 9Mb of free disk space to hold the contents + of this zip file. +2) Create a directory to hold these files listed above. +3) Extract the contents of this zip file into the destination directory + using any compatible zip file extraction utility. +4) Delete the original zip file from your disk to save space. (optional) + + +LEGEND + +Each pronunciation vocabulary entry consists of a word or phrase +field followed by a field delimiter of space " " and the +IPA-equivalent field that is coded using the following ASCII symbols +(case is significant). Spaces between words in the word or phrase or +pronunciation field is denoted with underbar "_". + +/&/ sounds like the "a" in "dab" +/(@)/ sounds like the "a" in "air" +/A/ sounds like the "a" in "far" +/eI/ sounds like the "a" in "day" +/@/ sounds like the "a" in "ado" +or the glide "e" in "system" (dipthong schwa) +/-/ sounds like the "ir" glide in "tire" +or the "dl" glide in "handle" +or the "den" glide in "sodden" (dipthong little schwa) +/b/ sounds like the "b" in "nab" +/tS/ sounds like the "ch" in "ouch" +/d/ sounds like the "d" in "pod" +/E/ sounds like the "e" in "red" +/i/ sounds like the "e" in "see" +/f/ sounds like the "f" in "elf" +/g/ sounds like the "g" in "fig" +/h/ sounds like the "h" in "had" +/hw/ sounds like the "w" in "white" +/I/ sounds like the "i" in "hid" +/aI/ sounds like the "i" in "ice" +/dZ/ sounds like the "g" in "vegetably" +/k/ sounds like the "c" in "act" +/l/ sounds like the "l" in "ail" +/m/ sounds like the "m" in "aim" +/N/ sounds like the "ng" in "bang" +/n/ sounds like the "n" in "and" +/Oi/ sounds like the "oi" in "oil" +/A/ sounds like the "o" in "bob" +/AU/ sounds like the "ow" in "how" +/O/ sounds like the "o" in "dog" +/oU/ sounds like the "o" in "boat" +/u/ sounds like the "oo" in "too" +/U/ sounds like the "oo" in "book" +/p/ sounds like the "p" in "imp" +/r/ sounds like the "r" in "ire" +/S/ sounds like the "sh" in "she" +/s/ sounds like the "s" in "sip" +/T/ sounds like the "th" in "bath" +/D/ sounds like the "th" in "the" +/t/ sounds like the "t" in "tap" +/@/ sounds like the "u" in "cup" +/@r/ sounds like the "u" in "burn" +/v/ sounds like the "v" in "average" +/w/ sounds like the "w" in "win" +/j/ sounds like the "y" in "you" + +/Z/ sounds like the "s" in "vision" +/z/ sounds like the "z" in "zoo" + +Stress or emphasis is marked in the data with the primary "'" or +secondary "," marks: + +"'" (uncurled apostrophe) marks primary stress +"," (comma) marks secondary stress. + +Moby Pronunciator contains many common names and phrases borrowed from +other languages; special sounds include (case is significant): + +"A" sounds like the "a" in "ami" +"N" sounds like the "n" in "Francoise" +"R" sounds like the "r" in "Der" +/x/ sounds like the "ch" in "Bach" +/y/ sounds like the "eu" in "cordon bleu" +"Y" sounds like the "u" in "Dubois" + + +Words and Phrases adopted from languages other than English have the +unaccented form of the roman spelling. For example, "etude" has an +initial accented "e" but is spelled without the accent in the Moby +Pronunciator II database. + +Each two-part vocabulary record is delimited from others with CRLF +(ASCII 13/10). + +SPECIAL FEATURE OF THIS LEXICON: +several hundred words pronounced differently because of their +part-speech have been distinguished. + +For example, the entries: + +close/v kl/oU/z and close/aj kl/oU/s +(terminal sibilant varies) + +or + +effect/n '/I/,f/E/kt and effect/v ,/I/'f/E/kt +(stress varies) + +distinguish those two parts of speech. (Any word with this +information will terminate with the virgule (slash) in the vocabulary +field, followed by one or more of the following part-of-speech +abbreviations: + +n, v, av, aj, interj, followed by the rest of the pronunciation record. + + +Acknowledgements: +Date: 9-15-93 + + +This directory contains a pronunciation dictionaries (cmudict.txt is +the most up-to-date) containing approximately 100k words and their +transcriptions. We use these dictionaries at CMU in our speech +understanding systems. + +The phone set for this dictionary contains 39 phones, which can be +found in phoneset.txt. + +Stress is indicated by means of a numeral [012] attached to a vowel: + 0 = no stress + 1 = primary stress + 2 = secondary stress + +Alternate transcriptions are identified with a numeral in parentheses as +part of the lexical entry. + +We generated this dictionary using the following independent sources: +- a 20k+ general English dictionary, built by hand at CMU + (extensively proofed and used). +- a 200k+ UCLA-proofed version of the shoup dictionary. +- a 32k subset of the Dragon dictionary. +- a 53k+ dictionary of proper names, synthesiser-generated, unproofed. +- a 200k dictionary generated with Orator, unproofed. +- a 200k dictionary generated with Mitalk, unproofed. + +All entries that occur solely in copyrighted sources, like the Dragon +dictionary, are not currently included in this dictionary. If you +have words and transcriptions that you would like included in this +unrestricted resource, please send them to Robert L. Weide (weide@cs. +cmu.edu) and we will consider them for an upcoming version. + +All of the above sources were preprocessed and the transcriptions in +the current cmudict.0.1 were selected from the transcriptions in the +sources or a combination thereof. We have removed some potentially +unreliable transcriptions from this dictionary, including those based +on only one source, and will reintroduce them once we have verified +the transcriptions. + +CMU does not guarantee the accuracy of this dictionary, nor its +suitablity for any specific purpose. In fact, we expect a number of +errors, omissions and inconsistencies to remain in the current result. +We intend to continually update the dictionary as we make progress +in correcting them. We will make subsequent versions available via +anonymous ftp, and those who would like notification when updated +versions are available should send email to weide@cs.cmu.edu. + +We welcome input from users: send e-mail to Robert L. Weide (weide@cs. +cmu.edu) for comments and suggestions on the content of the +dictionary, or to Peter Jansen (pjj@cs.cmu.edu) for questions +regarding the combination process. + +The Carnegie Mellon Pronouncing Dictionary [cmudict.0.1] is Copyright +1993 by Carnegie Mellon University. Use of this dictionary, for any +research or commercial purpose, is completely unrestricted. If you +make use of or redistribute this material, we would appreciate +acknowlegement of its origin. + +Finally, if you add words to or correct words in this dictionary, we +would like the additions and corrections sent to us (weide@cs) for +consideration in a subsequent version. All final entries will be +approved by Robert L. Weide and Peter Jansen, editors of the +dictionary. + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32099.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32099.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5062853b921c031e630b4ec77612f214b558a6f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32099.txt @@ -0,0 +1,262 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Irma Spehar, Markus Brenner and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + THE + TITANIC DISASTER + POEM + + + By J. H. McKenzie + + Guthrie, Oklahoma + + + This event took place on the night of April 14, 1912 with the + Titanic on her First voyage in the Atlantic Ocean bound for + New York. + + + Co-Operative Pub. Co., Guthrie, Okla. + + + Copyrighted, May 1912. + + + + + The Titanic Disaster Poem + + REVISED + + + I. + + On the cold and dark Atlantic, + The night was growing late + Steamed the maiden ship Titanic + Crowded with human freight + She was valued at Ten Million, + The grandest ever roamed the seas, + Fitted complete to swim the ocean + When the rolling billows freeze. + + + II. + + + She bade farewell to England + All dressed in robes of white + Going out to plow the briny deep, + And was on her western flight; + She was now so swiftly gliding + In L Fifty and Fourteen + When the watchman viewed the monster + Just a mile from it, 'Twas seen. + + + III. + + Warned by a German vessel + Of an enemy just ahead + Of an Iceberg, that sea monster, + That which the seamen dread. + On steamed this great Titanic; + She was in her swiftest flight; + She was trying to break the record, + On that fearful, fearful night. + + + IV. + + Oh; she was plowing the Ocean + For speed not known before, + But alas, she struck asunder + To last for ever more, + A wireless message began to spread + Throughout the mighty deep, it said, + "We have struck an iceberg, being delayed; + Please rush to us with aid." + + + V. + + The Captain, of the White Star Line, + Who stood there in command, + Was an Admiral of seasoned mind + Enroute to the western land. + The Captain thought not of his life + But stood there to the last + And swimming saved a little child + As it came floating past. + + + VI. + + Outstretched hands offered reward + For his brave and heroic deed + But the intrepid man went down aboard + Trying to rescue a passenger instead + This ill-starred giant of the sea + Was carried to his grave + On the last and greatest ship, was he, + That ever cleft a wave. + + + VII. + + Gay was the crew aboard this ship, + Passengers large and small; + They viewed the coming danger, + They felt it one and all. + On played the grand Orchestra + Their notes were soft and clear; + They realized God's power on land + On sea 'twas just as near. + + + VIII. + + So they played this glorious anthem + Continued on the sea + And repeated the beautiful chorus + "Nearer My God To Thee." + Then silenced when the ship went down + Their notes were heard no more. + Surely they'll wear a starry crown + On that Celestial Shore. + + + IX. + + Colonel Astor, a millionaire, + Scholarly and profound, + Said to his wife, "I'll meet you dear + Tomorrow in York Town." + His bride asked a seaman true + "Oh say! may husband go;" + The echo came upon the blue + He answered, "He may, you know." + + + X. + + This man rushed not to his seat + He seem to have no fear, + Being calm, serene and discreet + Tendered it to a lady near, + "Oh go, he said, my darling wife + Please be not in despair, + Be of good cheer, as sure as life, + I'll meet you over there." + + + XI. + + Well could he have known this dreadful night + The sea would be his grave + Though he worked with all his might + For those whom he could save. + This man a soldier once has been + Of military art, + Proved himself full competent then + To do his noble part. + + + XII. + + Major Butt, well known to fame + A lady did entreat, + To kindly name him to his friends + Whom she perchance to meet. + He forced the men to realize + The weaker they should save; + He gave his life with no surprise + To the sea--a watery grave; + And with a smile upon his face + He turned to meet his fate, + Soon, soon the sea would be his grave + In and ever after date. + + + XIII. + + And Strauss, who did the children feed, + Had mercy on the poor, + And all such men the world doth need + To reverence evermore. + Oh, may the union of Strauss and wife + Be memorial to all men, + Each for the other gave their life, + A life we should commend; + And may all girls who chance in life + To read this poem thru + Emulate the deed of such a wife, + As went down in the blue. + + + XIV. + + Down, down goes the great Titanic + With faster and faster speed + Until Alas! there comes a burst + She bade farewell indeed + Farewell, farewell to land and seas, + Farewell to wharves and shore, + For I must land beneath the breeze + To reach the land no more + I carry with me more human weight + Than ever recorded before + To leave them on a land sedate + They will land, Oh! land no more. + + + XV. + + Only a few you see, + May tell the story + Of this great calamity; + Husbands, Wives, perhaps in glory + View the sad catastrophe. + The Carpathia eastern bound + For the Mediterranean sea, + Turned to the mighty sound, + The wireless C. Q. D. + + + XVI. + + Quick was the preparation made, + To warn the unfortunate few, + For the homeless was cold and delayed + Being chilled by the wind as it blew. + So to the youth + Through life has started, + Be ever thoughtful and true, + Stay by the truth, be not departed + Success shall come to you + + Oh, may you shun the Iceberg, + By the dreadful work was wrought, + And prosper by the lesson + This mighty ship has taught. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Titanic Disaster Poem, by J. H. McKenzie + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32140.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32140.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b691fd24e0232994d294fb9c19ffbef5530cae19 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32140.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS +MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + +Volume 11, No. 4, pp. 327-334, 2 figs. +January 28, 1959 + + + +A New Snake of the Genus Geophis +From Chihuahua, Mexico + + +BY + +JOHN M. LEGLER + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +LAWRENCE +1959 + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch, Robert W. Wilson + + +Volume 11, No. 4, pp. 327-334 +Published January 28, 1959 + +University of Kansas +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED IN +THE STATE PRINTING PLANT +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1959 + + + + +A New Snake of the Genus Geophis From Chihuahua, Mexico + +BY + +JOHN M. LEGLER + + +In July, 1957, members of a field party from the University of Kansas +Museum of Natural History, under the direction of Mr. Sydney Anderson, +spent 12 days collecting vertebrates in the vicinity of Creel in +southwestern Chihuahua. Among the specimens are two snakes representing +an undescribed species of the genus _Geophis_. A description and +illustrations of these two specimens were prepared and submitted for +publication in the spring of 1958. At that time it came to my attention +that Dr. Norman Hartweg, Museum of Zoology, University of Michigan, was +also preparing a report on four specimens of the same species from two +additional localities in southwestern Chihuahua. Upon learning of my +work on the species, Dr. Hartweg generously loaned me his specimens and +notes and allowed me to incorporate them in the present report. The +snakes may be known and described as: + + +_Geophis aquilonaris_ new species + + _Holotype._--Adult female, KU 44265, alcoholic; 23 mi. S and 1-1/2 + mi. E Creel, Chihuahua, Mexico; 23 July 1957; original number 198, + Ronald H. Pine. + + _Paratypes._--(Total of five alcoholic specimens, all from + Chihuahua) Male (probably subadult), KU 44266, same data as + holotype; male, UMMZ 117770, Mojarachic, 23 July 1957, Irving W. + Knobloch; females, UMMZ 111501-2, Maguarachic, August 1954, and UMMZ + 117771, Maguarachic, August 1957, Irving W. Knobloch. + + _Diagnosis._--Size small; 15 rows of smooth scales; a high number of + ventral (173 to 183) and subcaudal (55 to 64) scales; alternating + dark and pale rings on body and tail; dark rings, and often pale + rings, complete. + + _Description of Holotype._--Snout-vent length 327 mm.; length + of tail 93 mm.; anal scale entire; ventral scales 181 + anal; + subcaudal scales 63 + tip; dorsal scales in 15 rows on all parts of + body; six supralabials (fifth and sixth fused on left side), third + and fourth entering orbit; fifth supralabial largest and in broad + contact with parietal, posterior temporal, and postocular; six + infralabials on each side, first pair in contact behind mental; + enlarged chin shields in two pairs, anterior pair longer than + posterior pair; anterior chin shields in contact for half their + length with fourth infralabials; rostral nearly as high as broad; + internasal and prefrontal scales paired and distinct; anterior and + posterior segments of nasals distinct and nearly equal in size; + loreal twice as long as high, in contact with eye; preocular lacking + (represented by minute scale on left side); vertical diameter of eye + equal to distance from lower rim of orbit to free edge of upper lip; + temporal formula 0 + 1, the single temporal scale separating sixth + supralabial and parietal; one postocular and one supraocular on each + side; all scales perfectly smooth; no scale-pits evident; dentary + bone bearing eight teeth; maxillary bone bearing seven teeth; + posterior tooth longest, thinnest, and separated from other teeth by + slight diastema (maxillary teeth in UMMZ 111502, 6/7, dentary teeth + 8/8, no diastema in maxillary series). + + [Illustration: FIG. 1. _Geophis aquilonaris_ new species, KU 44265, + Holotype; lateral, dorsal, and ventral views of head and neck + (approximately x 6).] + + [Illustration: FIG. 2. _Geophis aquilonaris_ new species, KU 44265, + Holotype; scalation and coloration at mid-body showing 19th and 20th + white rings (approximately x 7).] + + Head slate-black above, having dim pale mark on anterior part of + each prefrontal and another on interparietal seam; an indistinct + pale gray crescent on posterior border of nostril; narrow cream band + covering posterior edges of parietal and half of first dorsal scale + row, widening laterally to include temporal and posterior two or + three supralabials; throat cream (except for dark markings on + mental, on first three infralabials, and on anterior chin shields), + its pale area continuous with pale band on head; body and tail + marked with alternating white and black rings; white rings + (excluding band on head) 38 on body, 17 on tail; each white ring + alternately one and two scales wide dorsally (producing wavy or + zigzag effect), widened laterally, and three to four scales wide on + belly; black rings three to four and one half scales wide on + middorsal line, and two to three scales wide on belly; black and + white rings (excepting first black ring behind head) continuous + around body and tail. Colors described above nearly same as in + living specimens. + + _Range._--The species is known only from three localities on the + Pacific drainage of southwestern Chihuahua; the geographic range + probably includes parts of southern Sonora and northern Sinaloa. The + discovery of _Geophis_ in southern Chihuahua increases to 21 the + number of species of the genus known to occur in Mexico and extends + the known range of the genus approximately 560 miles northwestward + from the type locality of _G. latifrontalis_, a point 50 miles south + (in Guanajuato?) of San Luis Potosi, or, a slightly lesser number of + miles north-northwestward from an indefinite locality for _G. + bicolor_ in western Jalisco (La Cumbre de los Arrastrados) + (Boulenger, Catalogue of the snakes in the British Museum, Vol. 2, + 1894, p. 298). + + _Variation._--Standard counts of scales are given for the paratypes + as well as the holotype in table 1. The fifth and sixth supralabial + scales are fused on both sides of one specimen (UMMZ 117771) as is + the case on the left side of the holotype. Except for one specimen + (UMMZ 117770) that has a small anterior temporal separating the + posterior two-thirds of the fifth supralabial from the parietal on + each side, the temporal formula in the type series is uniformly 0 + + 1. + +TABLE 1.--COUNTS OF SCALES, MEASUREMENTS, AND OTHER DATA +PERTAINING TO HOLOTYPE AND PARATYPES OF _Geophis aquilonaris_ +NEW SPECIES. + +====+======+========+======+========+==========+==========+==========+====== + | | Sex |Dorsal|Ventrals|Subcaudals|Pale rings|Snout-vent|Length + | | |scale | | +----+-----+ length | of + | | |rows | | |Body|Tail | | tail +----+------+--------+------+--------+----------+----+-----+----------+------ +UMMZ|111501|[Female]| 15 | 173 | 55 | 29 | 12 | 237 | 60 +UMMZ|111502|[Female]| 15 | 181 | 58 | 34 | 14 | 355 | 88 +UMMZ|117771|[Female]| 15 | 182 | 55 | 39 | 16 | 371 | 90 +KU |44265 |[Female]| 15 | 183 | 63 | 38 | 17 | 327 | 93 +KU |44266 |[Male] | 15 | 175 | 60 | 30 | 13 | 160 | 43 +UMMZ|117770|[Male] | 15 | 174 | 64 | 34 | 15 | 245 | 74 +----+------+--------+------+--------+----------+----+-----+----------+------ + + Considerably more variation occurs in color and in the arrangement + of markings than in squamation. The ground color of the two + specimens from Creel is black with little or no trace of brown, and + the rings are white. Ground color in the remaining paratypes ranges + from grayish black, with some brownishness on the belly, to dark + brown, the colors in one specimen approximating the range from Mummy + brown to Dresden brown, becoming paler posteriorly and ventrally. + The head is slate gray to blackish brown in all the specimens. Those + having a suggestion of brown on the head tend also to have more + brown on the body. + + The dark band on the neck is complete in four of the paratypes and + incomplete (as in holotype) in one. Pale marks on the prefrontals + are lacking in three of the paratypes and the pale mark between the + parietals is lacking in two specimens (fused with white band on neck + of one specimen). Pale postnarial crescents are evident in three + paratypes. + + As stated above, the rings on the holotype are mostly complete. + Exceptions occur between the 13th and 15th white rings where two + black rings are fused on the left side, rendering one black and one + white ring (the 14th) incomplete. Also, where the ninth and tenth + white rings fuse on the left side, they enclose a black ring and + render it incomplete. The markings of the three smaller paratypes + are substantially the same as those of the holotype--complete rings + with a small number of variations in each specimen. In the two + largest paratypes nearly all the white rings are incomplete + ventrally, appearing to have been encroached upon by the darker + ground color. In the larger speicmens there is a tendency also for + the white rings to be one scale wide (rather than alternately one + and two scales wide) and to lack a zigzag appearance; this appears + to be due to the darkening of entire scales and to the darkening of + the edges of other scales. + +_Relationships._--_Geophis aquilonaris_ is distinct from all other +Mexican representatives of the genus in having, on the body and tail, +numerous, alternating pale and dark bands. Both sets of bands are in the +form of complete rings or the dark bands are joined ventrally rendering +the belly dark. + +Of the seven other Mexican _Geophis_ having 15 rows of scales, four +species (_cancellatus_, _dugesii_, _chalybeus_, and _semidoliatus_) +have alternating pale and dark transverse markings and therefore +superficially resemble _aquilonaris_. Of the latter two species, the +poorly known _G. chalybeus_ (Veracruz) has a much lower (137 to 142) +number of ventrals than _aquilonaris_, and _G. semidoliatus_ +(southeastern Mexico--Veracruz, Hidalgo, and Oaxaca) has a narrower +head, fewer supralabials (four to five with only the third entering the +orbit), and fewer ventrals (136 to 169) than _aquilonaris_. _Geophis +aquilonaris_ seems to be most closely allied to _G. cancellatus_ +(Chicharras, Chiapas) and _G. dugesii_ (known from two localities in +northern Michoacan); all three species resemble one another in the +number and arrangement of the scales of the head, in general coloration, +and in having relatively high numbers of ventral scales (171 in +_cancellatus_, 150 to 164 in _dugesii_). _G. cancellatus_ differs from +the other two species in lacking internasal scales. _Geophis +aquilonaris_ differs from both species in having a higher number of +ventral and subcaudal scales, a longer tail (tail contained in +snout-vent length three to four times in _aquilonaris_, four and one +half to six times in _dugesii_, 11 to 12 times in _cancellatus_), and in +having more bands on the body (28 to 32 in _cancel latus_, two to seven +in _dugesii_). The belly in _dugesii_ and _cancellatus_ is pale but in +_aquilonaris_ it is ringed or of a solid dark color. + +As more specimens of _Geophis_ become available from intermediate +localities in Mexico, it will perhaps be demonstrated that many of the +kinds now thought of as full species (including those discussed above) +are subspecies of a few wide-ranging species. + +_Remarks._--The type locality of _G. aquilonaris_ is the small village +of Barranca at the bottom of the valley of the Rio Urique, several miles +south and west of the continental divide. The Urique Valley, known as +the Barranca del Cobre in the region south of Creel, is a deep canyon, +the walls of which slope abruptly from approximately 7300 to 3000 feet +and are dissected by deep side-canyons. Coniferous forest on the upper +rim of the canyon is replaced by scrub vegetation on the rocky walls and +by an arid tropical flora on the bottom. + +Maguarachic (elevation approximately 5400 feet, longitude and latitude +respectively, 108 degrees, 03 minutes W and 27 degrees, 50 minutes N) +and Mojarachic (elevation approximately 7000 feet, longitude and +latitude respectively, 108 degrees W and 27 degrees, 52 minutes N) are +situated approximately three miles from each other and approximately 27 +miles northwest of Creel. Maguarachic is given as "Mafuarachic" on the +American Geographical Society map (NG 12, Baja California-Mexico, Prov. +Ed., 1924). Mojarachic is not on any map of Chihuahua that I have +examined. + +The type and topotypic paratype were given to a member of the K.U. field +party by a Mexican youth who had obtained them the previous night on the +lower rocky slopes of the canyon. Both specimens were damaged by the +collector piercing their heads with thorns, presumably to kill them. The +type contained three oviducal eggs, each about four millimeters long. +The stomachs of both specimens from Creel contained earthworms. + +The presence of _Geophis_ in this area suggests that the distribution of +the genus is more or less continuous, on the western slope of the Sierra +Madre Occidental, from Jalisco to southern Sonora. + + I am grateful to Mr. Sydney Anderson and Mr. Ronald Pine for + permission to use their field notes, to Dr. Hobart M. Smith for his + examination of the specimens from Creel, to Mrs. Lorna Cordonnier + for the drawings of the type, to Dr. Norman Hartweg for permitting + me to study materials in his care and upon which he was making an + independent study, and to Mr. Thomas M. Uzzell for locality data + pertaining to the UMMZ paratypes. + + +_Transmitted November 10, 1958._ + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32175.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32175.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..66179dc90f47549f05def421600fac8e884c7d51 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32175.txt @@ -0,0 +1,520 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Diane Monico, and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + +Preliminary Survey of a Paleocene Faunule +from the Angels Peak Area, New Mexico + +BY + +ROBERT W. WILSON + + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History + +Volume 5, No. 1, pp. 1-11, 1 figure in text +February 24, 1951 + + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1951 + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Edward H. Taylor, Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 1, pp. 1-11, 1 figure in text + +February 24, 1951 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1951 + +23-4458 + + + + +Preliminary Survey of a Paleocene Faunule +from the Angels Peak Area, New Mexico + +By + +ROBERT W. WILSON + + +INTRODUCTION + +Angels Peak stands on the eastern rim of a large area of badlands +carved by a tributary of the San Juan River from Paleocene strata of +the Nacimiento formation, and presumably also from Wasatchian strata of +the San Jose (Simpson, 1948). This area of badlands lies some twelve +miles south of Bloomfield, New Mexico in the Kutz Canyon drainage. +Angels Peak (Angel Peak of Granger, 1917) and Kutz Canyon (Coots Canon +of Granger, and of Matthew, 1937) are names that have been applied to +the location (figure 1). + +[Illustration: FIGURE 1. Map of a part of the San Juan Basin, New +Mexico, showing location of University of Kansas fossil locality west +of Angels Peak.] + +E. D. Cope's collector, David Baldwin, possibly worked in this area in +the Eighties. The first published record, however, of mammalian fossils +from the Angels Peak badlands was made by Walter Granger in 1917 as a +result of his field work in the preceding summer. Granger obtained +specimens, usually poorly preserved, but occasionally rather abundant +locally, from various levels up to within 150 feet of the western rim +of the badlands basin. This collection was obviously of Torrejonian or +middle Paleocene age. In the 1917 report, Granger gave as a faunal list +the following species: + +_Tetraclaenodon_ +_Mioclaenus turgidus_ +_Periptychus rhabdodon_ +_Anisonchus sectorius_ +_Protogonodon sp. nov._ +_Tricentes_ +_Deltatherium_ +_Psittacotherium_ + +To this list should be added _Triisodon antiquus_, a specimen of which +is stated by Matthew to come from Kutz Canyon in his monograph +(1937:80) on the Paleocene faunas of the San Juan Basin. + +In the summer of 1948, a field party from the University of Kansas was +fortunate in finding a local concentration of rather well preserved +material at the western edge of the badlands at Angels Peak. Because it +probably will be some time before a full account of this faunule can be +prepared, it is thought advisable, preliminarily, to give a general +statement as to occurrence, and tentatively to list the species. + + +OCCURRENCE + +The mammalian fossils, numbering approximately 150 specimens, were all +obtained within a small area located in the NW 1/4 of sec. 14, T. 27 N, +R. 11 W, San Juan County, New Mexico. The specimens were collected from +a zone of reddish silt three to four feet in thickness. The actual bone +layer, not as yet located, may prove to be thinner than this. Almost +all the material was recovered from approximately 100 linear yards of +outcrop. A few specimens, however, were obtained at varying distances +away from this central area, as far distant perhaps as one-half mile. +Of these, nineteen were at the same level stratigraphically, and only +one was lower (by 70 feet) in the section. This latter specimen, +representing a new genus and species of Primates, is not certainly +duplicated by material at the main concentration. Seemingly, the others +are. + + * * * * * + +The red zone at the "bone pocket" carries many concretionary masses +which frequently contain the fossil specimens. Not all specimens, +however, are from such lumps. + +Even within the area of greatest concentration, specimens are of +sporadic occurrence. A low ridge, a few feet high, may have abundant +material weathering from the rock on one slope, but have the opposite +side barren. Occasionally, a small rill three or four feet in length +and six inches or so across may carry fragments of five or six +individuals representing several genera. For example, in one such rill +were found _Didymictis_, n. sp. b; _Goniacodon levisanus_; _Tricentes +cf. T. subtrigonus_; and _Protoselene opisthacus_. No specimens were +found in place in unweathered rock, but the quarry possibilities of the +bone pocket have still to be tested. + +The stratigraphic position of the bone concentration in relation to +the total Nacimiento section exposed in Kutz Canyon has not been +determined. It is approximately 160 feet below the western rim at a +point nearest the "pocket". The upper 100 feet of strata consists of +sandstone believed by Granger (1917:822) to represent either: (1) +equivalent of the "Wasatch" (San Jose) of the Ojo Alamo section, or +(2) "Torrejon" (upper Nacimiento). Granger perhaps favored the first +interpretation, but the writer, at present, thinks the second +probable. + + +THE MAMMALIAN FAUNULE + +The following mammalian species have been identified as present in the +Angels Peak "pocket". + +Order Multituberculata + Family Ptilodontidae + _Mimetodon?_ cf. _M. trovessartianus_ + +Order Insectivora + Family Palaeoryctidae + _Palaeoryctes_ cf. _P. puercensis_ + Family Leptictidae + _Prodiacodon?_ sp. + Family Pantolestidae + _Pentacodon_ n. sp. + Family Mixodectidae + _Indrodon malaris_ + +Order Primates + Family Anaptomorphidae + anaptomorphid? new gen. and sp. + (70 feet stratigraphically below level of Angels Peak pocket). + ? Primates, gen. and sp. indet. + +Order Taeniodonta + Family Stylinodontidae + _Psittacotherium?_ sp. + +Order Carnivora + Family Arctocyonidae + _Tricentes_ cf. _T. subtrigonus_ + _Chriacus truncatus_ + _Chriacus_ nr. _C. baldwini_ + _Deltatherium fundaminus?_ + _Claenodon_ n. sp. + _Triisodon?_ sp. + _Goniacodon levisanus_ + Family Miacidae + _Didymictis_ n. sp. a + _Didymictis_ n. sp. b + +Order Condylarthra + Family Hyopsodontidae + _Mioclaenus turgidus_ + _Ellipsodon_ cf. _E. inaequidens_ + _Ellipsodon acolytus_ + _Protoselene opisthacus_ + Family Phenacodontidae + _Tetraclaenodon_ nr. _T. puercensis_ + Family Periptychidae + _Coriphagus encinensis_ + _Anisonchus sectorius_ + _Periptychus_ nr. _P. carinidens_ + + +ANGELS PEAK CENSUS + +The total number of specimens for each member (species or genus) of +the faunule is tabulated in the list on the page facing, page 7. For +the purposes of this list, census, a few of the isolated teeth have +been counted as jaws. They were so counted whenever they seemed to be +representative of separate, individual animals. + +The census-count includes all of the specimens that were identified. +The numbers in parentheses, on page 7, refer to those individuals that +were found outside of the 100 linear yards or so of outcrop comprising +the principal area of concentration of specimens. + ++=============================+===========+===========+=============+ +| |upper jaws |lower jaws | upper and | +| |(isolated) |(isolated) | lower jaws | +| | | |(associated) | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Mimetodon_? cf. | | | | +| _M. trovessartianus_ | | 1 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Palaeoryctes_ cf. | | | | +| _P. puercensis_ | | | 1 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Prodiacodon?_ sp. | | 1 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Pentacodon_ n. sp. | | 2 (1) | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Indrodon malaris_ | | 4 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| Primates n. gen. and sp. | 1 (1) | | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| ? Primates | | 2 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Psittacotherium?_ sp. | 1 | | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Tricentes_ cf. | | | | +| _T. subtrigonus_ | 7 | 15 | 4 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Chriacus truncatus_ | 1 | 6 | 5 (2) | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Chriacus_ nr. | | | | +| _C. baldwini_ | | 1 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Deltatherium fundaminus?_ | 3 | 1 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Claenodon_ n. sp. | 1 | 1 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Triisodon?_ sp. | 1 | | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Goniacodon levisanus_ | | 2 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Didymictis_ n. sp. a | | 1 | 1 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Didymictis_ n. sp. b | 1 | 3 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Mioclaenus turgidus_ | 2 | 2 | 2 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Ellipsodon_ cf. | | | | +| _E. inaequidens_ | | 3 (1) | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Ellipsodon acolytus_ | 3 | 11 | 1 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Protoselene opisthacus_ | 3 (2) | 3 (2) | 2 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Tetraclaenodon_ nr. | | | | +| _T. puercensis_ | 5 (2) | 18 (2) | 4 (1) | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Coriphagus encinensis_ | | 2 | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Anisonchus sectorius_ | 4 (2) | 8 (2) | | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| _Periptychus_ nr. | | | | +| _P. carinidens_ | 3 (1) | 3 (1) | 2 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ +| Totals | 36 | 90 | 22 | +| | | | 148 | ++-----------------------------+-----------+-----------+-------------+ + + +ENVIRONMENT + +The faunal list is rather long for one obtained from such a restricted +area. It is not exceptional in this regard, however, for even longer +lists have been made from single quarry sites in the Paleocene +(Simpson, 1937:33-34). The exact number of genera and species +represented is still uncertain. It seems that twenty-one genera and +twenty-four species are present and that they are distributed among +eleven to twelve families and five to six orders. A greater number of +genera and species may be recorded eventually. + +The ferungulate cohort constitutes most of the fauna (91 percent), +and this fact indicates a floodplain facies as the most probable +depositional environment. The small representation of multituberculates, +insectivores, and insectivore derivatives, however, may be attributed +in part to the difficulties inherent in surface collecting of minute +specimens. + +Some resemblance in percentage composition is shown to the faunules of +the Fort Union Group if those forms too small to be seen readily in +collecting of surface material are omitted from the Montanan lists, but +differences exist not entirely the result of either geographic or +stratigraphic separation. Thus, the phenacodontids of the Angels Peak +are relatively abundant, matching figures obtained for surface +collecting in the Fort Union of Montana (Simpson, 1937:61). + +That the faunule is not completely of floodplain type is seen in the +absence or rarity of such relatively large carnivores as _Claenodon +ferox_, the larger species of _Chriacus_, _Triisodon_, and the entire +absence of the Mesonychidae. The absence of the mesonychids might, but +probably should not, be explained as a result of stratigraphic +differences. There seems to be no reason for thinking that the Angels +Peak faunule antedates the appearance of the Mesonychidae. They are +absent from the Dragon and earlier levels, but are also extremely rare +in the Lebo of the Fort Union Group. In the ungulate population, the +absence of species of _Ellipsodon_ other than _E. acolytus_ (_E. +inaequidens_ is so rare everywhere that it hardly seems an exception to +this statement), and the complete absence of _Haploconus_ likewise +suggest some, presumably local, peculiarity of environment. The latter +genus is absent from the Lebo, but is recorded from the Dragon (Gazin, +1941:3), a fact which prevents attaching any age significance to its +absence from the Angels Peak faunule. It should be mentioned, however, +that no remains of _Haploconus_ were reported as a result of the more +extensive collecting by Granger in the Angels Peak area. Incidentally, +the type of _Haploconus angustus_ is said to come from near Huerfano +Peak (Matthew, 1937:156). + +The high ratio of carnivores to ungulates is a peculiarity shared with, +but far exceeded by, the Lebo fauna if figures obtained from surface +collections of the latter are used. It seems unlikely that this ratio +is the result of selective trapping in the accumulating sediments. +Perhaps, this high ratio reflects the imperfectly carnivorous habits of +the Paleocene creodonts as a group. One obvious explanation, regardless +of probability or merit, is that some of these do not belong to the +Carnivora. + +The percentage composition of the Angels Peak faunule based on 148 +identifiable mammalian specimens, is as follows: + + Percent +Insectivora: 5 +Carnivora: + Arctocyonidae: 32 + Miacidae: 4 + --- 36 +Condylarthra: + Hyopsodontidae: 22 + Phenacodontidae: 18 + Periptychidae: + Anisonchinae: 10 + Periptychinae: 5 + --- 15 + --- 55 + +Others: 4 + ---- + 100 + +The most common forms in the Angels Peak faunule are: _Tricentes_ cf. +_T. subtrigonus_, _Chriacus truncatus_, _Ellipsodon acolytus_, +_Tetraclaenodon_ nr. _T. puercensis_, and _Anisonchus sectorius_. + +Post-cranial skeletal elements are of relatively rare occurrence in the +pocket. The presence of several more or less complete skulls, and the +relatively frequent association of upper and lower dentitions, however, +seem to be points against ascribing the accumulation to the activities +of predators and scavengers, otherwise perhaps indicated by the large +amount of resistant tooth material. + + +AGE OF THE FAUNULE + +The Angels Peak faunule, as Granger stated, is of Torrejonian age. This +fact is clearly evident for the genera are all, with the exception of +the forms referred to the Primates, represented in beds of that age +elsewhere in the Nacimiento. Further, approximately two-thirds of the +known "Torrejon" genera are recorded by specimens from the Angels Peak +pocket. The primate remains present no evidence for suspecting a +difference in age, because the order is otherwise unrecorded in the +Torrejonian of New Mexico. The species are in most instances identical +or closely allied with those hitherto recognized. It is evident from +this that the Angels Peak faunule is more closely correlated in time +with the San Juan Torrejonian fauna as a whole than with either the +Dragon fauna or the Tiffanian. In respect to the San Juan Torrejonian, +closest resemblance is to the _Deltatherium_ zone fauna rather than to +the _Pantolambda_ zone fauna (Osborn, 1929:62). The difference in the +faunas of these two zones is largely, if not entirely, facial in +character. + +It is not clearly evident, however, that we are dealing with exactly +contemporaneous assemblages when comparison is made between the Angels +Peak faunule and the rest of the San Juan fauna which serves +collectively to define the typical Torrejonian. It may be: (1) that the +Angels Peak faunule is of slightly different age than the latter, or +(2) that the latter is susceptible of stratigraphic subdivision, and +the Angels Peak faunule marks one stage of a sequence in time. This +problem will not be easily solved, and perhaps may never be, for +concentrations similar to that of the Angels Peak faunule are of +infrequent occurrence. It is beyond the scope of the present paper, and +of the present stage of our knowledge of the "Torrejon" fauna, to +discuss at length the possible difference in age, but the following +remarks summarize the matter for the Angels Peak material. + +Many of the Angels Peak specimens differ in minor ways from those +previously described from the Torrejonian of the San Juan Basin. Some +of these differences are sufficiently great for the recognition of new +species. Other differences at present are not clearly valid on a +specific level, and it may become necessary to restudy the entire fauna +if satisfactory conclusions ever are reached. + +A direct comparison can be made between the Angels Peak faunule, and a +numerically smaller and less well preserved one obtained by the +University of Kansas from a bone concentration near the head of +Kimbetoh Arroyo. The latter faunule presumably is from the +"_Deltatherium_ zone," and hence does not occupy a demonstrably high +position in the "Torrejon," rather, one seemingly down toward the first +known appearance of the fauna. Closely related or identical species of +nine genera occur at both localities. Of these, the specimens of one +species seem to be indistinguishable; the specimens of another Angels +Peak member are perhaps slightly more advanced; and seven include +specimens, distinguishable in greater or lesser degree, which suggest, +principally in smaller size, a less advanced stage for the Angels Peak +faunule. + +In general, the non-ferungulate part of the Angels Peak faunule seems +to depart more widely from what is typical of the "Torrejon" fauna than +do the Carnivora and Condylarthra. Because the former is very poorly +represented in the faunule, and not too well known elsewhere in the San +Juan Basin, it may be argued that the apparent differences would +disappear with the acquisition of more material. This may be so, but at +present the point can not be demonstrated. + +It is not justified at present to maintain that the Angels Peak species +occupy an earlier position in the Torrejonian than do those obtained +from outcrops between Kimbetoh and the heads of the two forks of Arroyo +Torrejon. Indeed, the stratigraphic position of the Angels Peak pocket +with a considerable thickness of Torrejonian strata beneath it, tends +to argue against such a view. Nevertheless, it is possible, if not +probable, that such is the case, or at least that detailed work would +reveal a series of faunules of slightly different ages in the +Torrejonian stage of the Nacimiento formation. Of course, chance in +collecting, as well as geographic and ecologic differences, play their +part in giving such a local faunule as that at Angels Peak its somewhat +different aspect, but these factors may not account altogether for the +observed differences. + + +LITERATURE CITED + +GAZIN, C. L. + 1941. The mammalian faunas of the Paleocene of central Utah, with + notes on the geology. Proc. U. S. Nat. Mus., 91, no. 3121: + 1-53, 3 pls., 29 figs. in text. + +GRANGER, WALTER. + 1917. Notes on Paleocene and lower Eocene mammal horizons of northern + New Mexico and southern Colorado. Bull. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., + art. 32: 821-830, 2 pls., 1 fig. + +MATTHEW, W. D. + 1937. Paleocene faunas of the San Juan Basin, New Mexico. Trans. + Amer. Philos. Soc., n. s., 30: i-viii, 1-510, 65 pls., 85 + figs. in text. + +OSBORN, H. F. + 1929. The titanotheres of ancient Wyoming, Dakota, and Nebraska. + U. S. Geol. Surv., Monog. 55 (2 vols.): i-xxiv, i-xi, 1-953, + 236 pls., 797 figs. in text. + +SIMPSON, G. G. + 1937. The Fort Union of the Crazy Mountain Field, Montana, and its + mammalian faunas. U. S. Nat. Mus., Bull. 169: i-x, 1-287, + 10 pls., 80 figs. in text, 62 tbls. + + 1948. The Eocene of the San Juan Basin, New Mexico. Amer. Jour. + Sci., 246: 257-282, 363-385, 5 figs. in text. + +_University of Kansas, Museum of Natural History, Lawrence, Kansas. +Transmitted July 1, 1950._ + + + + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes + +Italicized text is shown within _underscores_. + +Page 4: Changed preceeding to preceding + (field work in the preceding summer). + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32184.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32184.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1d87fc3c4007d057679397840a837b9cdc4d01e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32184.txt @@ -0,0 +1,352 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by David Wilson and the Project Gutenberg Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images +generously made available by Internet Archive/American Libraries +(http://www.archive.org/details/americana) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 32184-h.htm or 32184-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/32184/pg32184-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/32184/32184-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/lionsmasquerade00dorsrich + and + http://www.archive.org/details/lionsmasquerades00dorsiala + + + + + ++------------------------------------------------------------------+ +| | +| THE | +| LION'S MASQUERADE. | +| | +| A | +| SEQUEL | +| to the | +| PEACOCK AT HOME. | +| | +| WRITTEN | +| _BY A LADY._ | +| | +| ILLUSTRATED WITH ELEGANT ENGRAVINGS. | +| | +| [Illustration] | +| | +| | +| | +| | +| | +| | +| | +| | +| LONDON: | +| Printed for J. HARRIS, at the Original Juvenile | +| Library, the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard; | +| and B. TABART, Old Bond-Street. | +| 1807. | +| | ++------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + +_Frontispiece._ + +[Illustration: _Springsguth Sl_ + _"It rous'd an old Lion asleep in his Den." p. 3._] + +_Pub. Dec. 10 - 1807, by I. Harris, corner St. Paul's Ch. Yd._ + + + + + THE + LION'S MASQUERADE. + + A + SEQUEL + to the + PEACOCK AT HOME. + + WRITTEN + _BY A LADY._ + + ILLUSTRATED WITH ELEGANT ENGRAVINGS. + + LONDON: + + PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBERY, CORNER + OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCH-YARD; AND B. TABART, + OLD BOND-STREET. + + 1807. + + + + +_H. Bryer, Printer, Bridge-street, Blackfriars._ + + + + +THE LION'S MASQUERADE. [p 3] + + + As Aurora stept forth from the gates of the East, + With her garland of roses, and dew-spangled vest, + A clamour unusual assaulted her ear, + Instead of the Lark, and her friend Chanticleer, + At least though their voices she sometimes could trace, + They seem'd overpower'd by the whole feather'd race: + And such was the chirping, and fluttering then, + It rouz'd _an old Lion_ asleep in his den; + Enrag'd at this racket so much out of season, [p 4] + He, roaring, sent out to ask what was the reason, + And the _Jackal_ soon learnt from some stragglers about, + 'Twas the company come from _Sir Argus's_ rout. + The gay _feather'd people_ pursuing their flight, + Were soon out of hearing, and soon out of sight. + But the _King of the Quadrupeds_ vainly sought rest, + For something like envy had poison'd his breast. + What then were his feelings the following day, + When every creature he met on his way, + Could talk about nothing, both early and late, + But the Peacock's most sumptuous, and elegant fete. + His name, through the woods as he wander'd along, + Was still made the burthen of every song. + That the concert was exquisite, all were agreed, [p 5] + And so were the ball, and the supper indeed, + The company too of the very first rank, + And the wit that prevail'd, and the toasts that were drank: + He found to his infinite rage and vexation, + 'Twas the favourite subject half over the nation; + And feeling no longer a relish to roam, + He return'd to his Lioness, sullenly, home. + "Fair consort of mine, 'tis our pleasure," he said, + "To give very shortly, _a grand Masquerade_. + Tho' the Butterfly's ball, and the Grasshopper's feasts, + Were too mean for my notice, as King of the beasts; + Now the Peacock has chosen to give a fine rout, + Which is heard of so much, is so blazon'd about, + Has excited such rapture, and warm approbation, [p 6] + As threatens the rank which we hold in creation. + Then with diligence, love, for my banquet prepare, + And mind all the beasts of the forest are there." + 'Twas the task of the _Jackal_ the tickets to pen, + "_The Lion sees masks, on the twentieth, at ten_." + It would take a whole volume distinctly to name, + The answer on answer that following came. + There were some that were sick from the changeable weather, + And some long engag'd in snug parties together. + But few, very few would refuse such a thing, + As a grand entertainment announc'd by their King. + All devoted the time now to due preparation, + To decide on their character, dress, decoration. + +[Illustration: _"The Lioness, willing to sanction the rest." p. 7._] + + At length Phoebus dawn'd on the long wish'd-for day [p 7] + Which their beauty, their talents, and wit should display. + What licking, and cleaning, what endless adorning, + Not a creature stirr'd out the whole course of the morning; + And some of their dresses were barely complete, + At the time they were punctually order'd to meet, + The _Lioness_, willing to sanction the rest, + With a helmet, and spear, as Britannia was drest; + But the Lion, as lord of the banquet, remain'd + In the same noble figure that Nature ordain'd; + And crouching beside her, with dignified mien, + Contributed much to the state of his Queen. + The _Jackal Lord Chamberlain_ waited upon her, + And two _little Lap-dogs_ as _Pages of Honour:_ + While twelve _Orang-Outangs_ were station'd without, [p 8] + To usher the company in, and about. + At the hour which his King had thought proper to name, + The _Horse_, as the _Hounyhm_ of Gulliver came; + Unaccustomed to "utter the thing that is not,"[*] + He reach'd, at the moment he promis'd, the spot. + The _Fox_ then appear'd on a different scent, + On foul depredation, and villainy bent; + And the dress of a _country attorney_ he chose, + To his purpose best suited, as all the world knows! + With looks as impatient, and teeming with sin, + The _Wolf in Sheep's-clothing_ was next usher'd in. + + + * Vide Gulliver's Travels. + +[Illustration: _"A Lamb Miss in her teens, with her Aunt, an old Mutton." + p. 9._] + + The guests now came thronging in numbers untold, [p 9] + The furious, the gentle, the young and the old. + In dominos some, but in characters most, + And now a brave warrior, and then a fair toast. + The _Baboon_, as a _Counsellor_; _Alderman_, _Glutton_; + A _Lamb_, Miss _in her teens_, with her _aunt_, an _old mutton_. + It was easy to see, as this couple past by, + The _Wolf_, very knowingly, cast a _Sheep's eye_. + And now at the door was a terrible clatter, + The beasts all about wonder'd what was the matter. + A poor _Cat in pattens_ came running so fast, + Her ticket was almost forgot as the past; + But there was, it appear'd, quite enough to alarm her, [p 10] + For close at her heels came a _great Hog in armour_. + Then follow'd his friend in a very large wig + As a _deep read professor_--the _fam'd learned Pig_-- + A _Bear_ came as _Caliban_, loaded with wood, + His bones full of _aches_ from Prospero's rod. + The _Greyhound_ as _Vanity_ holding a glass, + The _Stag_, as _Actaeon_; King _Midas_, the _Ass_. + And next them a sullen, and obstinate _Mule_, + As a _Dunce_, who had just been expell'd from his school. + The _Mastiff_ a brave _English sailor_ appear'd, + No friend he betray'd, and no enemy fear'd: + +[Illustration: _But there was it appear'd, quite enough to alarm her. + p. 10._] + + _Britannia_ receiv'd him with mark'd condescension, [p 11] + And paid him all night, most distinguished attention. + Now skipping along on the tip of his toe, + Came a _chattering Monkey_, a Frenchifi'd beau: + And reeling behind, in an _officer's dress_, + Was his pert younger brother, just come from the mess; + With manners as forward, and strut as complete, + As other _young Ensigns_ you see in the street. + The _Bull_ came as _Taurus_, all studded with stars; + _Capricornus_, the _Goat_; a _Bull-dog_, as Mars. + Now refreshments by order were handed about, + And the dancing commenc'd with a terrible rout; + When suddenly silence pervaded the throng, [p 12] + Some Eastern grandees were conducted along. + Attendants preceded with all due decorum, + And _Spaniels_, as _courtiers_, came fawning before 'em. + No longer in servitude bending the knee, + And destin'd, the first of his kind, to be free, + The _Camel_ approach'd, with magnificence drest + As a _Nabob_, who lately arriv'd from the East. + From the Island of _Ceylon_ an _Elephant_ came, + In costume complete, as the _King of Siam_: + Thence follow'd a _Native_ of snowy white race, + Respect and affection, were mark'd in his face, + +[Illustration: _"Thence follow'd a Native of snowy white race." p. 12_] + + An appendage of grandeur, with chowries hung round, [p 13] + And tissu'd embroidery that trail'd on the ground; + Round his tusks precious stones, gold, and diamonds were set, + He was one splendid mass from his head to his feet. + The _Tiger_, a _fierce Indian Chief_, in the rear, + Many foreigners too of distinction were there. + This magnificent group so astonish'd the crowd, + That some, in their rapture, applauded aloud. + Supper now was announc'd; with a terrible crush, + To the door did the ravenous visitants rush: + For some time none could pass, but the first that were able, + Found, _Glutton_ the _Alderman_, seated at table. + At the banquet the guests in amazement were lost, [p 14] + And the _King of Siam_ took the right of his host. + Beside him, a vase fill'd with water was plac'd, + Of chrystal, and gold, very skilfully chac'd: + With flow'rs of the orange the handles were bound, + And Otto of Roses was sprinkled around-- + Before him were cocoa nuts, figs, wheat, and rice, + The wood of acacia, banana, and spice: + With arrack, and every delicate wine, + That each nation can press from the clustering vine. + To proceed were but tedious; for every _beast_, + As well as the _Elephant_, found a rich feast. + +[Illustration: _"At the Banquet the guests in amazement were lost." + p. 14_] + + And now their _great Monarch_, who quitted his seat, [p 15] + With an air of true majesty said, "I entreat, + As he fears my displeasure, that every _creature_, + Will to-night lay aside all that's bad in his nature. + You have heard with what harmony _Birds_ can retire, + And their conduct in this respect all must admire. + In the _feather'd race_ here an example we find, + Far better than that which is set by _Mankind_. + How oft have their galas a tragical end, + One loses a mistress, another a friend-- + The wife of a third has elop'd from a ball, + A fourth the next day in a duel must fall. + Yes! such are the fatal effects of excess, [p 16] + Which _reason_ was given to _man_ to repress. + But now let us tell them, with pride, in their _feasts_, + To copy the _Insects_, the _Birds_, and the _Beasts_." + The effect of his speech was immediately seen, + They all roar'd _"Rule Britannia"_ in praise of his Queen. + And as soon as their _Monarch_ had quitted the room, + Without growl, grunt, or grumble, they all scrambled home. + + +FINIS. + + + + +_H. 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FINDLEY + + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History + +Volume 5, No. 36, pp. 633-639 +December 1, 1953 + + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1953 + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, A. Byron Leonard, +Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 5, No. 36, pp. 633-639 +December 1, 1953 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1953 + +25-265 + + + + +Pleistocene Soricidae from San Josecito Cave, +Nuevo Leon, Mexico + +By + +JAMES S. FINDLEY + + +Bones of a large number of vertebrates of Pleistocene age have been +removed from San Josecito Cave near Aramberri, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. +These bones have been reported upon in part by Stock (1942) and Cushing +(1945). A part of this material, on loan to the University of Kansas +from the California Institute of Technology, contains 26 rami and one +rostrum of soricid insectivores. Nothing seems to be known of the +Pleistocene Soricidae of Mexico. The workers cited do not mention them +and no shrews are listed by Maldonado-Koerdell (1948) in his catalog of +the Quaternary mammals of Mexico. Comparison of these specimens with +pertinent Recent material from Mexico, the United States, and Canada +leads me to the conclusion that they represent two genera and at least +three species. The material examined is described below. + + +Sorex cinereus Kerr + +One right ramus, bearing all three molars but lacking the other teeth +and the tip of the coronoid process, needs close comparison only with +certain of the smaller North American species of _Sorex_. From _S. +merriami_ of southeastern Wyoming, it differs in having a shorter, much +shallower dentary, a shorter molar row, and a lower coronoid. In every +particular it is identical with _Sorex cinereus_. _Sorex cinereus_ from +northern British Columbia and the specimen from Nuevo Leon differ from +_Sorex saussurei_, _S. obscurus_, and _S. vagrans_ in the ratio of the +height of the coronoid to the length of the dentary. This ratio +averages 49.6% in _S. cinereus_ and 53.0% or more (up to 60.0%) in the +other species. _Microsorex hoyi_ differs from _S. cinereus_ and from +the specimen in question in deeper and shorter dentary, more robust +condyle, dentary less bowed dorsally, molars shorter in anteroposterior +diameter and higher in proportion to this dimension. + +This record, as far as I can determine, constitutes a southward +extension of the known Pleistocene or Recent range of this species of +approximately 800 miles. The nearest known occurrence of _S. cinereus_ +in Recent times is in the mountains of north-central New Mexico. The +species now has an extensive range in boreal North America and prefers +mesic and hydric communities from which it rarely wanders. I know of no +instance of the occurrence of the cinereous shrew in desert areas such +as there are between many of the mountain ranges of southern New +Mexico, Coahuila, and Nuevo Leon. Therefore, unless the habitat +preferences of the species have changed since Pleistocene times, this +find constitutes additional evidence that more humid conditions at one +time prevailed in the regions mentioned. + + +Sorex saussurei Merriam + +Fragments of three other specimens of _Sorex_ occur in the collection. +One of these is a right ramus, C. I. T. No. 3943, and is complete +except for the canine. The other two bear no numbers and I have +designated them "A" and "B." "A" is a left ramus with the dentary +broken off anterior to the canine and bears p4 and the canine. "B" is a +right ramus bearing m2 and the roots of m3 and is broken off at the +middle of the alveolus of m1. Each specimen has certain peculiarities +but they resemble one another so closely that I regard all three as of +the same species. The teeth, where comparable, are of essentially the +same size and configuration. The horizontal rami of the dentaries are +the same. The fossils differ, however, in the configuration of the +coronoid process. In No. 3943 the coronoid is robust and inclined +anteriorly with respect to a line drawn perpendicular to the dentary. +The posterointernal ramal fossa (see Hibbard, 1953) is deeply excavated +with a distinct superior border approximately halfway between its +inferior border and the top of the coronoid. In addition to the +mandibular foramen there is a small foramen immediately posterior to it +opening into the posterointernal ramal fossa. I shall refer to this as +the post-mandibular foramen. The tip of the coronoid is broad, not +tapering, and quadrate, and its entire superior border is inclined +rather sharply medially. Specimen "B" differs from No. 3943 in that the +posterointernal ramal fossa extends nearly to the tip of the coronoid, +which is narrower toward the tip and somewhat tapered dorsally. The +post-mandibular foramen is large and the opening of the mandibular +canal is within the posterointernal ramal fossa. In addition the +coronoid does not incline anteriorly. Specimen "A" is intermediate +between No. 3943 and "B" in the characters mentioned and differs from +both in that the post-mandibular foramen is widely separated from the +mandibular foramen. + +Comparison of the Pleistocene specimens with specimens of Recent +species of North American _Sorex_ reveals that the presence or absence +of the post-mandibular foramen is almost constant in any one species. +In possessing this foramen the fossils differ from most individuals of +the species: _Sorex cinereus_, _S. pacificus_, _S. milleri_, _S. +vagrans_, _S. obscurus_, _S. ornatus_, _S. fumeus_, _S. palustris_, _S. +bendirii_, and _S. veraepacis_. The fossils differ from all these +species in other characters as well; consequently detailed comparisons +with them need not be made here. Species which possess the +post-mandibular foramen include _Sorex saussurei_, _S. merriami_, _S. +trowbridgii_, _S. arcticus_, _S. tundrensis_, and _S. sclateri_. _Sorex +merriami_ differs in smaller size, smaller and weaker dentition, +relatively higher coronoid, and relatively deeper and shorter dentary. +_Sorex trowbridgii_ is similar to the fossils and to _S. saussurei_. +Differences between the jaws of _S. trowbridgii_ and _S. saussurei_ +seem to me to be differences of size only. _Sorex sclateri_ is larger +than the fossils and m2 is longer in relation to m1, being almost the +same size as m1. In the fossils m2 is noticeably shorter than m1, owing +to close appression of the hypoconid and protoconid and in general to a +smaller talonid area. _Sorex arcticus_ differs in larger incisor and +p4. _Sorex tundrensis_ differs in relatively narrower molars. I have +compared the fossils also with the Pliocene and Pleistocene _Sorex +taylori_ Hibbard, and find that the fossils are larger and have larger +teeth and a much wider separation of the protoconid and metaconid. I +can find no significant way in which the fossils differ from _S. +saussurei_. This of course implies similarity to _S. trowbridgii_. +Since _S. saussurei_ is a widespread species in Mexico today and since +it occurs in the vicinity of the San Josecito area the specimens under +discussion are referred to this species. + + +Cryptotis mexicana (Coues) + +The San Josecito collection contains 22 rami of a species of +_Cryptotis_. Many are nearly complete although none possesses the +incisor. In addition there is a rostrum that on the right side bears +the last two unicuspids, P4, M1, and M2. I have compared these fossils +with specimens of the following species of _Cryptotis_: _C. mexicana_, +_C. magna_, _C. nelsoni_, _C. thomasi_, _C. alticola_, _C. parva_, _C. +orophila_, _C. pergracilis_, _C. guerrerensis_, _C. obscura_, _C. +mera_, _C. soricina_, _C. fossor_, _C. goodwini_, _C. griseoventris_, +_C. meridensis_, _C. mayensis_, and _C. micrura_. The four species +first mentioned and the fossils seem to fall into one group. The +remaining species fall into another group characterized by a smaller +occlusal area of the talonid on all three molar teeth with respect to +the trigonid, and especially by the smaller and weaker talonid of m3 +which possesses only one bladelike cusp, the hypoconid. In the first +four species the talonids are larger than in the other species when +compared to the trigonids, and the talonid of m3 possesses a well +developed hypoconid and entoconid with a distinct basin between them. +The rami of San Josecito specimens closely resemble those of _C. +mexicana_ in both size and qualitative characters. The rostrum +mentioned above differs from those of _C. mexicana_ in that the +unicuspids are larger, especially the posteriormost one. _Cryptotis +thomasi_ and _C. magna_ are eliminated from consideration here on +geographical grounds. Little difference may be seen between the rami of +_C. mexicana mexicana_ from Veracruz and _C. nelsoni_. The fossils are +referred to the former species since it has a rather wide distribution +in Mexico in contrast to _C. nelsoni_ which is restricted to Volcan de +Tuxtla, Veracruz. The northernmost Recent occurrence of _C. mexicana_ +known to me is from Las Vigas, Veracruz. As far as I know the species +has not previously been recorded from the Pleistocene. + +Stirton (1930:225), in summarizing the group characters of Recent +Soricidae, listed the bicuspid talonid of m3 as one of the characters +of the "_Blarina_ group," which includes _Neomys_, _Soriculus_, +_Notiosorex_, _Chimarrogale_, _Cryptotis_, and _Blarina_. That this +character does not obtain universally within the group is demonstrated +by the unicuspid structure of the talonid of m3 of the majority of the +species of Mexican _Cryptotis_. + + I am grateful to Drs. David E. Johnson and Henry W. Setzer + of the United States National Museum, and to Dr. John + Aldrich and Miss Viola S. Schantz of the United States Fish + and Wildlife Service for permitting me to examine specimens + in their care. Also I am obliged to Professor E. Raymond + Hall for permission to study the specimens from San Josecito + Cave. The late Professor Chester Stock intrusted the + specimens to Professor Hall for study and description. + + + + +LITERATURE CITED + + +CUSHING, J. E., JR. + + 1945. Quaternary rodents and lagomorphs of San Josecito Cave, + Nuevo Leon, Mexico. Jour. Mamm., 26:2, 182-186. + +HIBBARD, C. W. + + 1953. The insectivores of the Rexroad fauna, upper Pliocene of + Kansas. Jour. Paleontology, 27:1, 21-32. + +MALDONADO-KOERDELL, M. + + 1948. Los vertebrados fosiles del Cuaternario en Mexico. Revista + de la Soc. Mexicana de Hist. Nat., tomo 9, nos. 1-2. + +STIRTON, R. A. + + 1930. A new genus of Soricidae from the Barstow Miocene of + California. Univ. California Publ., Bull. Dept. Geol. Sci., + 19:217-228. + +STOCK, C. + + 1942. The cave of San Josecito, Mexico, new discoveries of the + vertebrate life of the ice age. California Inst. Tech., + Balch Grad. School Geol. Sci. Contr., no. 361, 5 pp. + +_Museum of Natural History, University of Kansas, Lawrence, Kansas. +Transmitted July 20, 1953._ + +25-265 + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32227.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32227.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..392b21f7a46723a7f7fcc67d9d7bf110f5981ab3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32227.txt @@ -0,0 +1,720 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + THE CYNIC'S + RULES OF CONDUCT + + + + + The + Cynic's Rules _of_ + Conduct + + + BY + CHESTER FIELD, JR. + + + PHILADELPHIA + HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY + + + + + Copyright, 1905, by + Henry Altemus + + Entered at Stationers' Hall + + + + + THE CYNIC'S + RULES OF CONDUCT + + +Go to the Aunt, thou sluggard, and offer her ten off on your legacy +for spot cash. + + +The difference between a bad break and a _faux pas_ indicates the kind +of society you are in. + + +When alone in Paris behave as if all the world were your +mother-in-law. + + + [Illustration] + + +Remember, too, that perhaps you are not the sort of husband that +Father used to make. + + +You may refer to her cheeks as roses, but the man who sends her +American beauties will leave you at the post. + + +A woman should dress to make men covetous and women envious. + + + [Illustration] + + +Even Cupid crosses his fingers at what he hears by moonlight. + + +After marriage you may speak of her temper; but during courtship you +had better refer to it as temperament. + + +When dinners entice thee consent thou not. + + + [Illustration] + + +The position of the hostess should be at the doorway of the +drawing-room to receive her guests. The position of her husband should +be at his office desk making the money to pay for the blow-out. + + +It is safer to do business with jailbirds than with relatives. + + +Discuss family scandals before the servants. We should always be kind +to the lower classes. + + + [Illustration] + + +When children paw a visitor's gown with their candied fingers the +proper observation for the mother to make is: "My children are so +affectionate." + + +Reprimand your servants before your guests. It shows your authority. + + +The chief duty of the best man is to prevent the groom from escaping +before the ceremony. + + + [Illustration] + + +In marching up the aisle to the altar the bride carries either a bunch +of flowers or a prayer book. Her father carries a bunch of money or a +cheque book. + + +On returning from the altar be careful not to step on the bride's +train. There's trouble enough ahead without that. + + +Don't blow your own horn when you can get some one else to blow it for +you. + + + [Illustration] + + +Keep your servants in good humor, if you can--but keep your servants. + + +Your conduct in an elevator should be governed by circumstances. +Should the lady's husband remove his hat keep yours on. Should he fail +to remove it, take your hat off. This will embarrass him. + + +Never put in the collection box less than ten per cent. of the amount +you tip your waiter at luncheon. + + + [Illustration] + + +At afternoon funerals wear a frock coat and top hat. Should the +funeral be your own, the hat may be dispensed with. + + +It is never in good taste to indulge in personal pleasantries, such as +referring to a lady's artificial teeth as her collection of +porcelains. + + +Beware of the man who never buys a gold brick. The chances are that he +sells them. + + + [Illustration] + + +Indorse checks about two inches from the end. Don't indorse notes at +all. + + +No house should be without its guest-chamber. Besides giving one's +home an air of hospitality, it makes an admirable store-room for +dilapidated furniture and unspeakable pictures. + + +There is only one worse break than asking a woman her age: it is +looking incredulous when she tells it. + + + [Illustration] + + +It is not good form to rehearse your domestic difficulties in public, +but it is mighty interesting to your auditors. + + +Never leave a guest alone for a moment. Force your entertainment upon +him even if you have to use chloroform. + + +If you would have a serene old age never woo a girl who keeps a diary. + + + [Illustration] + + +When you are inclined to be haughty, remember that a cook in the +kitchen is worth two in the employment office. + + +A chef is a cook who gets a salary instead of wages. + + +It is better form for a bride to take her wedding journey with the +groom than with the coachman. + + + [Illustration] + + +Under no circumstances associate with persons who wear detachable +cuffs. Such men are usually trying to get rich at the expense of the +washerwoman. + + +When crossing the Atlantic no gentleman will rock the boat. + + +Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of +themselves. + + + [Illustration] + + +Those who live in glass houses should be polite to reporters. + + +When in a hurry to get to the poor house, take the road that leads +through the bucket shop and passes the race track. + + +Condensed milk should be used in a small flat. + + + [Illustration] + + +Tell your rich relations how fast you are making money--your poor +ones, how fast you are losing it. + + +In taking soup try not to give others the impression that the plumbing +is out of order. + + +When giving a studio tea, remember that there should be soft lights +and hard drinks. + + + [Illustration] + + +Eschew the race-track and the roulette table. Faro is a squarer game +than either. + + +Beware of indiscriminate charity. You will never get your name in the +paper by giving a tramp the price of a meal. + + +Before marriage the fashionable tint for eyeglasses is rose; after +marriage smoked glasses should be worn. + + + [Illustration] + + +If you would make a lifelong friend of a man who lives in a hall +bedroom, accuse him of leading a double life. + + +No sportsman will shoot craps during the closed season. + + +Compliments paid a woman behind her back go farthest and are +remembered longest. + + + [Illustration] + + +Avoid having business relations with a man whose I. O. U. is not as +good as his note; but take his note by preference. + + +When playing poker, it is as bad form to wear a coat as it is to be +shy. + + +The father gives the bride away, but the small brother would like to. + + + [Illustration] + + +In the best society it is considered snobbish to wear a disguise when +entertaining country cousins. Simply take them to places where you +will not encounter your friends. + + +At the tables of the very wealthy, brook trout have given place to +gold fish. + + +To get on in society a woman should cultivate repose--and a few +prominent social leaders. + + + [Illustration] + + +When angry count ten before you speak. When "touched" count one +thousand before you lend. + + +In entering a crowded car, a lady should leave the door open. It is +quite permissible for her to appropriate the seat of the man who gets +up to close it. + + +If your friend asks you to lend him your evening clothes, hide your +toothbrush without delay. + + + [Illustration] + + +Never leave the price tag on the present, unless it is a very +expensive present. + + +At a formal dinner the hostess should see that raw oyster forks should +be placed alongside the plates. If she hasn't any raw oyster forks she +may use cooked ones. + + +You should bear in mind that to be kind to your employees, it is not +absolutely essential that you kiss the stenographer every morning. + + + [Illustration] + + +If you would be thought a fool, play with a loaded pistol; if a knave, +with loaded dice. + + +Let the reign of your summer girl be no longer than her bathing suit. + + +It is coarse for a divorcee to refer to her ex-husband as the late Mr. +So-and-So. She should speak of him as, "My husband once removed." + + + [Illustration] + + +Every investor should have a ward. A ward's estate is a great +convenience in unloading financial indiscretions. + + +Avoid church fairs. It hurts less to be stung by the Scoffers than by +the Faithful. + + +People who think that newspaper advertisements are not read should +watch a man sitting in a street car where women are standing. + + + [Illustration] + + +At a formal dinner, one may serve five different wines; but no +indifferent ones. + + +When in the street with a lady, a gentleman should not light a +cigarette unless the lady does. + + +A man will let go his religion before he parts with his +respectability. + + + [Illustration] + + +An engagement ring should not be passed around like "the buck" in a +poker game. "New girl, new ring," is the rule in select society. + + +Dresses that look as if they had set the wearer's father back more +than $100 should always be referred to as "frocks." + + +Ladies should not wear garden hose except at garden parties. + + + [Illustration] + + +Men will lose their reputations as gay deceivers when women are less +willing to be deceived. + + +When at a wedding breakfast try to remember that you will probably +have other opportunities of drinking champagne. + + +Remember that your wife's wardrobe is the Bradstreet in which women +look for your rating. + + + [Illustration] + + +One of the joys of wealth is the right to preach the virtues of +poverty. + + +At a wedding married women cry because they've been through it and +unmarried women for fear they won't. + + +If a man's worth doing at all, he's worth doing well. + + + [Illustration] + + +When you end a letter "Please Burn This," post it in the fireplace. + + +When you start out to "do" Wall Street buy a return ticket. + + +Never refer to your indisposition as _mal de coeur_ when it is _mal de +liqueur_. + + + [Illustration] + + +Cure your wife of bargain-shopping and you will have more money for +bucket-shopping. + + +Encourage your husband to go to his club. Otherwise, you will miss a +lot of gossip that you can use in your business. + + +The mother-in-law joke was invented by a bachelor. To the married man +the mother-in-law is no joke. + + + [Illustration] + + +It is not good form for a young girl to go to the theatre with a +gentleman, unaccompanied by a chaperone. On the other hand, it is not +good fun for her to go to the theatre with a chaperone, unaccompanied +by a gentleman. + + +No gentleman will strut about his club with his hat on. There is no +rule, however, against his having a jag on. + + + [Illustration] + + +When you step on a lady's toes make some offhand remark about her feet +being too small to be seen. This is older than the cave dwellers; but +it still works. + + +When organizing a friendly poker party, don't invite friends. + + +Settle an allowance on your wife and you'll always know where to +borrow money. + + + [Illustration] + + +Strict convention decrees that if a young girl accepts from a man any +gift more valuable than sweets, flowers or tips on the races, she +shall not mention the fact to her mother. + + +A corkscrew is not the only symbol of hospitality. + + +When you catch your caller kissing the maid, remind her that the +kitchen is the proper place to entertain her friends. + + + [Illustration] + + +Don't forget to tell her that she's "not like other girls." It always +works, whether you spring it on the belle of the village, the girl +with a hare lip or the bearded lady at the circus. + + +Spaghetti should be eaten only in the bath-tub. + + +If you _must_ have your hand held, go to a manicure. + + + [Illustration] + + +The difference between bigamy and divorce is the difference between +driving a double hitch and driving tandem. + + +Never tell secrets to women. If you must talk about them, buy a +megaphone. + + +Don't tell a girl that she looks best when wearing a veil. She may not +understand what you mean. + + + [Illustration] + + +Take your servants into your confidence. You'll always get a lot of +interesting information about your neighbors. + + +It is a mistake to regard your linen as the leopard does his spots. + + +Some girls want a home wedding; most girls want a church wedding; all +girls want a wedding. + + + [Illustration] + + +If you use the same solitaire for the second engagement, don't refer +to it as killing two birds with one stone. + + +Cultivate cheerfulness in your household; money makes the _mere_ go. + + +At Sunday night bridge parties no really nice girl will cheat. + + + [Illustration] + + +The way to save doctor's bills is not to pay them. Only a specialist +would think of suing you. + + +When you see a girl drowning, look before you leap. + + +On your way to the altar, do not wear the expression of a man +Mendelssohning into the jaws of death. Try to look as if your salary +had just been raised. + + + [Illustration] + + +Debutantes should never attend prize fights unchaperoned. + + +In paying your fare always take your time. It annoys the conductor. + + +Oysters are served after cocktails, soup after oysters, game after +decomposition sets in. + + + [Illustration] + + +When choosing a wife shut your eyes; it's a sporting chance, because +after all your wife is choosing you. + + +The man who buys a gold brick hates to feel lonesome. + + +The race is not always to the swift, though the smart set thinks it +is. + + + [Illustration] + + +When attending an afternoon tea or musicale do not forget to leave a +card. The social standing of your hostess determines whether it shall +be a face card or a twospot. + + +Besides leaving a card, leave all the small articles of value that you +may find lying about in the dressing room. + + +It is not necessary to throw rice at a departing bride and groom. The +cab is already full of mush. + + + [Illustration] + + +In proposing to a girl always refer to your own unworthiness. She +won't believe it at the time nor will you a few years later. + + +Sweet are the uses of adversity to the gentlemen who conduct loan +offices. + + +When matching dollars, remember that two heads are better than one. + + + [Illustration] + + +At automobile funerals, the chauffeurs should be directed to play the +Dead March on the French tooters. The effect is very refined. + + +Drug store beauty isn't even skin-deep. + + +Don't enter into a gentleman's agreement, if you're a gentleman. + + + [Illustration] + + +Wild oats make poor breakfast-food. + + +It is always good form to talk about nausea when caused by +seasickness; but never otherwise. + + +When your face is too full for utterance speak to her only with your +eyes. + + + [Illustration] + + +Show kindness to your creditors, but not unremitting kindness. + + +Suspect the man who wants only a small loan; a little touch is a +dangerous thing. + + +Don't marry for money; but never let money stand between a girl and +her happiness. + + + [Illustration] + + +"Conservative dressers," as the tailors call them, have discarded the +night-cap except for internal use. + + +When in Rome do the Romans. + + +Don't buy for your daughter a Count that is likely to turn out a +discount. + + + [Illustration] + + +Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow you may be married. + + +It is not good form to congratulate a girl friend upon her engagement. +Simply remark, "So you landed him at last." + + +Pay no obvious compliments. A beautiful woman has her mirror. + + + [Illustration] + + +If you can afford the right sort of lawyer you won't need any Rules of +Conduct. + + + + [THE END] + + + [Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Cynic's Rules of Conduct, by Chester Field Jr. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32229.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32229.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d018ad1d3a29931ab623cbfabc811dd970661c7b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32229.txt @@ -0,0 +1,429 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + HIGH MAN + + By JAY CLARKE + + Illustrated by KOSSIN + +[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction +June 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: _Roger got his chance to rise in the world ... and wound up +with his head in the clouds!_] + + +London, W. 1 +April 3 + +Roger Brisby +Hotel Massilon +New York, N. Y. + +Roger dearest, + +I haven't heard from you since you arrived in New York. Are you well? + +All my love, +Anne + + * * * * * + +London, W. 1 +April 11 + +Roger dear, + +Really, Roger, you might have some consideration. After all, I _am_ your +fiancee. The very least you could do is drop me a postal card, even if +you _are_ on a business trip. I worry about you, Roger. It's been three +weeks since I've heard from you. + +Love, +Anne + + * * * * * + +London, W. 1 +April 16 + +My dear Roger, + +I won't stand for it. I simply _won't_! I know you too well! You're +probably running around with those awful American women, and using _my_ +money to do it! Business trip, indeed! Don't think an ocean between us +is going to stop me from finding out what you're doing! You write me +this instant! + +Anne + + * * * * * + +VIA WU CABLES LONDON APR 24 +ROGER BRISBY +HOTEL MASSILON NY + +FIVE WEEKS SINCE WORD FROM YOU STOP IF DONT HEAR FROM YOU TWENTY FOUR +REPEAT TWENTY FOUR HOURS COMMA ENGAGEMENT BROKEN STOP ALSO WILL SUE FOR +BREACH OF PROMISE COMMA DESERTION COMMA AND EXTORTION AND FRAUD FOR +MONEY YOU HAVE BORROWED FROM ME STOP CABLE COLLECT STOP I STOPPED YOUR +DRAW ON MY ACCOUNT AT BANK STOP ANNE + + * * * * * + +Hotel Massilon, N. Y. +April 25 + +My dearest Anne, + +Please forgive the delay in replying to your letters and cable. The +truth is that I was quite unable to write, anxious as I was to do so. +It's a rather long story, but I would like to explain just how this came +to be and so prove how unfounded your suspicions were. + +You see, shortly after I arrived here, I ran into a Professor +Phelps-Smythe Burdinghaugh, lately of England. Professor Burdinghaugh +has been forced to resign from several universities in England because +of the rather free manner in which he conducted his experiments. He +admitted that no less than 16 physics laboratories have been demolished +through his own miscalculations. + +At any rate, finding the atmosphere in our country somewhat cool toward +his continued researches, he came to New York, which, as you know, is +inhabited wholly by wealthy eccentrics, tourists and boors. Such an +environment was eminently suited to the Professor's needs and he settled +here to work on an anti-gravity belt, his lifelong project. + +You may wonder, reasonably enough, what Professor Burdinghaugh has to do +with the delay in writing to you, but I assure you that, were it not for +him, you would have heard from me much sooner. Much sooner indeed. + +It all began with a Scotch-and-water. The Professor and I were each +having one and inevitably we struck up a conversation. We chatted on a +great number of topics and I remember that he was quite impressed when I +told him you were indeed the _Chemicals_ Anne Harrodsbury. Not long +after this, the old boy (he is fiftyish and rather heavy) invited me in +the flush of good comradeship (and good Scotch) to take part in his +latest experiment with his anti-gravity unit. Feeling rather +light-headed, I heartily acclaimed his suggestion and we repaired to his +laboratory. + +"My boy," he said to me later, as he strapped a bulky belt around my +waist. "My boy, you are about to witness a milestone in history. Most +assuredly, a milestone." + +I nodded, basking in the old boy's magnificent confidence. + +"We are about to enter a new era," he continued. "The Era of Space!" + +His voice dropped to a low, comradely whisper. "And I have chosen you, +my boy, to assist me in forging this trail to new suns, new worlds, new +civilizations! The whole Galaxy lies before us!" + +I could see only Professor Burdinghaugh's massive girth before me, but I +assumed he could see things much more clearly than I. + +The Professor filled our glasses from the bottle I had bought, then put +his face close to mine. "Do you know why no one has ever invented an +anti-gravity belt?" he confided. "_I'll_ tell you--it takes research, +and research takes money. And money is very hard to get. Especially," he +added, gazing somberly at his highball, "in _my_ field of research." + +He shrugged, then busied himself with some adjustments on the belt he +had wrapped around me. "There," he said finally, stepping back, "it's +ready." We went outside to the garden behind his laboratory. + +"All my life," he mused, "I've wanted to be the first to defy gravity, +but--" here a suspicious wetness glistened in his eyes--"my fondness for +good food and good drink has paid its price. I am far too heavy for the +belt. That's why I am giving _you_ this chance to roar to fame. +You--_you_ will have the glory, while I...." He choked, then quickly +drained his glass. + +"Enough! The stars are waiting! The experiment must begin!" He paused to +refill his glass from the bottle he had brought out with him. + +"When I say, '_Go!_' push this button on the belt," he explained. +"Ready?" + +I nodded. + +"A toast first!" he cried. Soberly, he gazed at his glass. "To Man," he +pronounced momentously, "and the Stars." He took a sizable swallow, then +fixed me with a feverish glare. + +"_Go!_" + +I confess that never, before or since, have I felt such a strange +sensation as when I pushed the button on the belt. Suddenly, I felt like +a leaf, or a feather, floating on a soft warm curl of cloud. It was as +if all the troubles, all the cares of the world had been miraculously +lifted from my shoulders. A glow of well-being seemed to pulse through +my whole body. + +The sound of Professor Burdinghaugh's voice brought an abrupt end to +this strange lightness of mind. The Professor was pointing at me with an +intensity I rarely before have seen, muttering, "It works--_it works!_" +He seemed rather amazed. + +I looked down and, with a feeling I can only describe as giddiness, saw +that indeed it _was_ working. I was rising slowly from the ground and +was then about a foot in the air. + +At this historical juncture, we looked at each other for a moment, then +began to laugh as success rushed to our heads. The Professor even did a +mad little jig while, for my part, I gyrated in the air unrestrained. + +It was not until I was about ten feet off the ground that I began to +feel uneasy. I was never one to stomach high altitudes, you might +recall, and the sight of ten feet of emptiness beneath me was +disquieting. + +"Professor," I asked hesitantly, "how do I turn off the belt?" + +Burdinghaugh's glass stopped an inch from his lips. "Turn it off?" he +countered thickly. + +"_Yes!_" I shouted, now fifteen feet in the air. "How do I turn it off? +How do I get down?" + +The Professor gazed up at me thoughtfully. "My boy," he said at last, "I +never thought about getting down--been much too concerned with getting +jolly well _up_." + +[Illustration] + +"_Burdinghaugh!_" I screamed. "Get me _down_!" I was now twenty feet +above the ground. + +"I'm sorry, old boy, dreadfully sorry," he called to me. "I can't. But +don't think your life will have been spent in vain. Indeed not! I'll see +to it that you get proper credit as my assistant when the anti-gravity +belt is perfected. You've been invaluable, dear boy, invaluable!" His +voice faded. + +"_Professor!_" I screamed futilely, but by then we were too far apart to +make ourselves heard and, even as I wasted my breath, a gust of wind +caught me and sent me soaring into the air, spinning like a top. But, +just before I entered a cloud, I saw the Professor standing far below, +his feet planted wide apart, his head thrown back while he watched my +progress. I fancied that, as I disappeared into the mist, he waved a +solemn good-by and drank my health. + +You can't imagine the torture I went through as I sailed through the +air. During those first few moments, I had felt light, carefree, +buoyant. But, in these higher altitudes, I was buffeted by strong winds, +pelted by rain in enormous quantities and subjected to sudden drops that +had me gasping. How I managed to survive, I can't understand. Surely, I +would have died if I had floated completely out of the atmosphere but, +luckily, the belt's power to lift me leveled off at about 10,000 feet. + +For days, I drifted at that altitude, blown willy-nilly by the contrary +winds, starved and bitterly cold. Several times, I tried to steer +myself--but to no avail. I was powerless to control my flight. My sense +of direction left me and I had no idea where I was. Sometimes, I would +look down through a rift in the clouds and see farmland, or perhaps +cities. Once I glimpsed the sea--and shut my eyes. + +It was not until the sixth day of my flight that I noticed a change. I +was sinking. Slowly but steadily, I was losing altitude. I was at a loss +to explain this phenomenon at first, but then I remembered that the +Professor had said the belt was powered by batteries. Obviously, the +batteries were weakening. + +A few hours later, I landed gently, only a few blocks from where I had +started my unwilling flight. During those six frightful days, I must +have been blown around in circles. Weak, starved, shaken, sick, I was +taken to a hospital, from which I have just been released. Needless to +say, I immediately tried to locate Professor Burdinghaugh, but have been +unable to find a trace of him. You might say he has disappeared into +thin air. + +You must be wondering, of course, what this singular adventure has to do +with my not writing you earlier. However, I feel certain you understand +now that writing was impossible under the circumstances. + +All the ink in my fountain pen leaked out when I reached the altitude of +10,000 feet--I have the kind of pen that writes under water--and I had +to put my pencil between my teeth to keep them from chattering and +knocking out my inlays. During my stay at the hospital, of course, I +couldn't write, as I was too weak even to flirt with the nurses--which, +as you know, is very weak indeed. + +So, please forgive my unfortunate lapse in correspondence. Truly, I +would have written, had it been possible. + +Devotedly, +Roger + +P.S. I resent your implication that I am engaged to you only because of +your money. The fact that you are extremely wealthy and that I have +virtually nothing, as I have told you many times before, never has and +never will have anything to do with my love for you. I'm particularly +hurt by your suspicion that I'd spend your money on other women. Really, +I'm shocked that such a thing could even occur to you. And, now that you +know why I haven't written before, I trust you'll restore my draw on +your account at the bank. My funds are rather low. + +Roger + + * * * * * + +London, W. 1 +May 1 + +Dear Roger, + +I always sensed you were a despicable, smooth-talking gold-digger--but I +didn't really convince myself of it until I read your letter. Do you +really expect me to believe that story? An anti-gravity belt! What do +you take me for--one of your silly impressionable American women? + +Besides, I happen to have met your Professor Phelps-Smythe Burdinghaugh +in London, only a few days ago, and he assured me that, while he _had_ +met you in New York, it was under very different circumstances from +those you described. He said you were with two women and that all three +of you were quite drunk. He also said he had never invented an +anti-gravity belt and seemed rather amused at the idea. + +Needless to say, he was surprised to learn that I was your fiancee. He +was under the impression that you were engaged to some American girl, he +said, but he couldn't tell _which_ one. That was the last straw. + +This is the end, Roger. Our engagement is broken. I bear you no ill +will--indeed, I'm glad it's all over. The one thing I'm furious about is +the way you maligned the Professor, trying to make me think _he_ was +responsible for your not writing. How perfectly ridiculous! + +Really, Roger, you would do well to model yourself after the Professor. +He is so charming, so cultured, so thoughtful! I'll never forgive you +for trying to blame him for your own shortcomings. + +Anne + +P.S. For obvious reasons, I shan't restore your draw on my account at +the bank. And that's another thing. I thought you were awfully vague +about what "business" you had in New York, and now I know. The Professor +said you told him you were on vacation. Business trip indeed! _Cad!_ + +Anne + + * * * * * + +London, W. 1 +May 3 + +My dear boy, + +Ever since I watched you disappear into that cloud, I have been trying +to think of some way to make up to you the beastly suffering you must +have experienced at my behest. At long last, I have discovered a way. + +Immediately after the experiment, I found it necessary to return to +London. While there, seeking funds to continue my researches, I happened +to meet your fiancee. It was at this moment that I conceived the plan +for which I know you will be eternally thankful. + +I had been troubled by the fact that the world was being deprived of +your obvious natural brilliance in applied science--who else would have +thought of needing a button to _turn off_ the anti-gravity +belt?--because of your ties to more material things. Namely, your +fiancee. I therefore resolved to free you from your bonds--and hers--and +give the world the benefit of your genius. + +Carrying out this plan was no easy task, however, and I am sure you will +appreciate the problems involved. I first had to convince Anne that your +story was pure rot, or else she would have hung on to you like a leech +for the rest of your life. This I did by denying all particulars of your +story--or, rather, by telling the truth about your activities in New +York--and adding a few embellishments of my own. + +Of course, this was only temporary relief. I knew something more +permanent had to be done to keep her from ruining your bright future. It +was clear there was only one solution--I had to woo her myself. I may +add that she has found me not unattractive and so I have every reason to +believe we shall be married within the fortnight. + +Thus, I have rid you of all entanglements and freed you to use your vast +talents to advance the cause of science. At the same time, if I may +return to a more materialistic plane, I have provided myself with +sufficient funds to carry on my researches, since Anne will gladly +supply same. + +But please--do not feel in debt to me. I consider it a privilege to +sacrifice myself to Anne for such a glorious cause. Then too, ladies of +such obvious refinement--and means--always have appealed to me. + +I hope that in this small way I have in part repaid you for your +invaluable contribution to my work. + +Sincerely, +Phelps-Smythe Burdinghaugh + +P.S. Since, by marrying Anne, I shall become your creditor, I suggest +you make arrangements with utmost despatch to repay the monies you +borrowed from her. Shall we say thirty days, dear boy? + +My researches are quite expensive. I do, you know, still have a quite +genuine fondness for good food and drink. + +PSB + + * * * * * + +Brisby Enterprises, Inc., N. Y. +June 5 + +My dear Burdinghaugh, + +You win. Anne is yours, for which I am glad. I may have forgotten to +tell you that nearly all of her funds are in untouchable trusts--not in +bonds. + +In regard to the monies due you, my cheque will be in the mails this +week. Such trifling amounts now mean nothing to me. + +As for your methods in usurping my relationship with Anne, I have only +admiration--speaking as one professional to another, of course. +Unfortunately, however, in your eagerness to get your hands on Anne's +fortune, you quite overlooked one very important item--the key item, in +fact--the anti-gravity belt. + +It may be of interest to you that I have taken out a patent on the belt +and am manufacturing small units for toy spaceships. The "gimmick," as +these American subjects put it, is "hot" and the turnover is fantastic. +The toy ships rise and rise into the sky and never come down and, as +soon as they disappear, the junior rocketmen immediately start bawling +for another one. It isn't quite the Era of Space, but it's considerably +more profitable. + +Pity you hadn't thought about patenting the belt--these Americans are so +free with their dollars. + +But then, you have Anne. What could be fairer? + +Gratefully yours, +Roger + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32255.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32255.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f15031c550ea8e39567fea3d979069462313d8e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32255.txt @@ -0,0 +1,301 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Chuck Greif from page images generously made available +by Internet Archive (http://www.archive.org) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the 60 lovely original illustrations + in color. + See 32255-h.htm or 32255-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/32255/pg32255-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/32255/32255-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + http://www.archive.org/details/cathedralcitieso00colluoft + + + + + +CATHEDRAL CITIES OF SPAIN + +60 reproductions from original water colours by W. 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Kitton edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + THE BANKRUPT, + + + OR + + _ADVICE TO THE INSOLVENT_, + + A POEM, + + ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND: + + WITH + + OTHER PIECES. + + * * * * * + + _BY JAMES PARKERSON_, _JUN._ + LATE OF YARMOUTH. + + * * * * * + + _NORWICH_: + PRINTED AND SOLD FOR THE AUTHOR BY S. KITTON, + WHITE-LION-LANE; + SOLD ALSO BY CROSBY AND CO. LONDON; KEYMER, + YARMOUTH: AND ALL OTHER BOOKSELLERS. + + * * * * * + + PRICE ONE SHILLING. + 1806. + + + + +THE BANKRUPT. + + + * * * * * + + Oft have you pray'd me, when in youth, + Never to err from paths of truth; + But youth to vice is much too prone, + And mine by far too much, I own. + Induced to riot, swear, and game, + I thought in vice t'acquire a fame; + But found the pois'ning scenes of riot + Soon robb'd my mind of joy and quiet. + The usual course of rakes I ran, + The dupe of woman and of man. + Careless of fortune's smile or frown, + My desk I left t'enjoy the town, + At folly dash'd in wisdom's spite, + Idled by day, revell'd by night: + But short was the delusive scene, + And I awoke to sorrow keen. + Debt press'd on debt: I could not pay, + And found that credit had its day. + No friend to aid, what should I do? + I made bad worse: to liquor flew: + For when my bill-book I survey'd, + I shrunk, as if I'd seen my shade; + And to drive terror from my mind, + Drank on, and care gave to the wind: + But wine nor words can charm away + The banker's clerk who comes for pay. + Payment is press'd, the cash is gone: + Too late I cry, 'What must be done?' + Horror! a docket struck appears: + I look aghast, my wife's in tears. + The naked truth now stares me in the face, + And shows me more than one disgrace. + My keys a messenger demands; + While, as a culprit often stands, + The humbled bankrupt lowers his view, + And sees the law its work pursue. + Soon comes of all his goods the sale, + Which, like light straw before a gale, + The hammer-man puffs clean away, + And cries, 'They must be sold this day.' + They are so, and I'll tell you how: + At loss you'll readily allow. + Then comes the tedious, humbling task, + To answer all commiss'ners ask; + And those who mean to act most fair + Will at first meeting e'er appear, + To questions ask'd will answer true, + And clearly state accounts to view. + A second he need not attend, + But if not may perhaps offend. + Happy the man who then can lay + His hand upon his heart, and say, + 'You all my books and deeds may scan: + I'm honest, though distressed man. + My own just wants, and losses great, + Have brought me to this low estate.' + Then comes the last dread meeting on, + Dreadful to such as will act wrong, + And through dishonesty or shame + Evasive answers 'tempt to frame: + For vain his shifts; howe'er he try, + He can't elude the searching eye + Of lawyers, who'll in all things pry: + His private foibles e'en must out-- + Grievous exposure 'tis no doubt! + And if he's fraud'lent found, must go + To witness scenes of vice and woe; + Of liberty deprived, to wail + His faults and folly in a gaol: + But should his conduct seem least fair, + England's blest laws will set him clear; + Not only so, but means will give + T'enable him again to live: + For such the law, that when 'tis found + There's fifteen shillings in the pound, + A handsome drawback he's allow'd, + When, 'stead of shamed, he may look proud; + And be his div'dend e'er so low, + They'll never let him coinless go. + Yes, be it e'er a Briton's pride, + That mercy in his courts preside. + But e'er he's paid, he must await + T'obtain a fair certificate. + Some cases there however are + Which, at first view, may seem severe: + Suppose his creditors are ten; + Four sign, the rest refuse: what then? + If their demand exceed the four + They'll keep the bankrupt in their pow'r; + And although he has all resign'd, + If unproved debts remain behind, + Inhuman creditors then may + His body into prison lay, + Where oft the wretch, to sooth his grief, + In dissipation seeks relief. + Sometimes a parent may prevent + Unmeaningly the law's intent; + And merc'less creditors decline + The hapless debtor's deed to sign, + In hopes the father may one day + The long-neglected son's debts pay. + + [Picture: Decorative image] + + + + +THE WRETCHED PAIR. + + + Oh, sir! I pray, before you leave this life, + Extend forgiveness to my injured wife. + Why cast her from your presence? Say the cause? + Faithful she's kept the strict connubial law's. + The seven years I pass'd with her in love, + She e'er a faithful, virtuous wife did prove. + Was she too gay in dress to please your mind, + That you to her so long have been unkind? + Did she too much in company appear? + She scarcely did that twice or thrice a year. + I'm told you say her manners were too high: + 'Twas you who view'd her with a scornful eye; + And that because she'd little store of wealth, + Which still was lessen'd to improve her health. + Say, should the want of wealth produce such strife, + When virtue only guided her through life? + I loved her: though her fortune was so scant, + Her fond endearment made me feel no want; + And spite of all that malice yet has done, + We are, though parted, still two hearts in one. + What was it then that canker'd thus your mind, + And made you to her many virtues blind? + Why did she ever sullen pride receive? + Contempt a female heart must ever grieve. + Th'unfeeling world, when adverse gales prevail, + Arraign your conduct, at your actions rail: + Should fortune smile, your company they'll crave, + And swear you may their all command and have; + But should a change of fortune e'er take place, + Their friendship's gone, and they'll e'en shun your face: + So long as you a guinea free can spend, + Talk nonsense, and drink hard, you'll be a friend: + They'll say you're clever, generous, and wise; + But, if you're poor, the same will you despise. + Creatures like such too many have I found, + And sorry am so many still abound. + Fathers, like other men, will change with times, + And, when it nothing costs, will wink at crimes; + But if assistance you should ever crave, + Their answer is, 'I wish you in the grave.' + My worthy sire will part with good advice, + But with his guineas is extremely nice; + For me cares little, but too much for's store: + He only grieves because it is not more; + And once when he was bidding me adieu, + Said 'twas much cheaper to keep one than two, + Meaning to say he grudged to keep my wife: + This was the logic he had learn'd in life. + Had nature gifted him with callous heart, + Less tender feeling could he e'er impart? + But to return to female cause again: + Why should she from me sever'd still remain? + The only cause I have her not in view + Is the contempt she e'er received from you. + When at your house, she such did ever find: + 'Twas that alone which hurt her peace of mind. + Not long ago she came yourself to see; + But did you ask her any thing of me? + In tears she told you I was in distress: + You with much anger did such words express: + ''Tis half your fault,' said you with scornful brow. + That charge is false, the world and I well know. + Nor did you to her any time impart + Sweet consolation to assuage her heart; + But cheerful went abroad your friends to see, + While home she kept to brood on misery. + One fault she did commit, I've heard you say: + 'Twas without leave quitting your house one day; + But why she did so, was to each one plain: + Who with such treatment could with you remain? + Oft is the world deceived by artful mien: + The real temper must at home be seen. + Your's I've experienced, and that times not few, + And it has forced me oft to flee from you. + When pride of wealth becomes our only God, + We deal with others with an iron rod. + Had you, when I in bus'ness spent the day, + Ta'en up some bills, or any debts then pay, + I had done well; but you, to save your pelf, + Left me to grapple with the world myself. + For charities' sake, another way pursue, + That, as I wish, I may speak well of you: + To wretched son and wife your hand extend: + Fulfil your promise: then you'll be my friend. + Give us for once but wherewithal to toil, + And we'll with industry improve the soil: + Speak but your wish; I'll work on any plan, + And prove myself a grateful, honest man. + + [Picture: Decorative image] + + + + +LINES +ON +THE DEATH OF LORD NELSON. + + + * * * * * + + The fleets of haughty France and Spain + No more will triumph on the main, + Though Nelson is no more: + Our hero's blood was dearly bought; + To conquer them he bravely fought, + And died in vict'ry's arms. + + 'We'll avenge his death,' all seamen cry, + 'We'll fight, we'll conquer, or we'll die, + And e'er their force deride: + Our little ones shall lisp his name, + And to acquire a Nelson's fame + Shall ever be their pride.' + + Before cold death had closed his eyes, + Cover'd with wounds, the hero cries, + 'Is victory our own?' + 'We've conquer'd,' cried the valiant crew. + He smiling bade them all adieu, + And died without a groan. + + Yet, ere he flew, he did enquire, + How many ships were then on fire, + And others that had struck: + Well pleased the hero then was seen, + When told the number was fifteen; + For England was his care. + + Then with a bright benignant smile, + Imploring blessings on our isle, + Bade Collingwood farewell: + To the Supreme, all good and just, + His ashes we consign, in trust, + They'll be revived in heav'n. + + + + +WRITTEN EXTEMPORE, +_On Receipt of a Letter_, _dated Sept._ 26, 1806. + + + I've read your letter o'er and o'er again, + Happy to find you faithful do remain, + Besides forgiveness; though too much I fear, + I long have made you victim to despair. + You say two years with fervency I strove + To keep affection, constancy, and love; + But soon as crosses came upon my mind, + Was careless of you, and appear'd unkind. + I knew my home was neat, serene, and nice; + But, ah! that home I lost, allured by vice. + Soon as you fled, a different scene in view, + Gone all attention soon as I lost you. + The quick retort was always in my ears, + You've drown'd a virtuous wife in sorrow's tears. + Soon as I found all hopes to meet you fled, + I pray'd I might be number'd with the dead: + Oblivion's aid I oft invoked by drink, + I could not meditate nor dared to think. + You say it cost you tears to write to me; + But they'll disperse when you a convert see. + Long I've invoked a pardon from above, + To make me worthy of the wife I love: + Return, and till my days are at an end, + I'll prove protector, guardian, and a friend. + The converse delicate, the smile sincere, + Will check the sigh, and stop the rising tear; + Cheerful as formerly we'll pass our life, + A happy husband I, and you the wife. + + [Picture: Decorative finis] + + * * * * * + +_Kitton_, _Printer_, _Norwich_. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32316.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32316.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4f3755b1428ba67cba80af059f18a768a71b6b21 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32316.txt @@ -0,0 +1,386 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction November + 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + THE HONORED PROPHET + + + BY WILLIAM E. BENTLEY + + + _Illustrated by Virgil Finlay_ + + + _The black dwarf sun sent its assassin on a mission which + was calculated to erase the threat to its existence. But + prophesies run in strange patterns and, sometimes, an act of + evasion becomes an act of fulfillment...._ + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration] + + +The ruler of a planet with a black dwarf sun had called a meeting of +the council. It was some time before they were assembled, and he +waited patiently without thought. + +When the patchwork of mentalities was complete he allowed the +conclusions of the prognosticator to occupy his mind. A wall of +unanimous incredulity sprang up. The statement was that when the +inhabitants of a distant planet achieved space flight they would come +to this planet, and use a weapon invented by an individual to destroy +it. The prognosticator could not lie, and soon the facade dissolved +into individual reactions as acceptance became general. Anger, fear, +resignation, and greedy little thoughts of self-aggrandizement. Those +thoughts were replaced by a quiescent, questioning receptivity. The +questioning grew out of proportion, became hysterical, assumed the +panic shape. Self-preservation demanding that there be a solution. +Minor prophecies had been evaded before. Details of the individual had +been supplied, could not something be done? + +The Assassin was summoned. + +The pattern of Dr. Simon Cartwright's encephalic emanations, and the +approximate position of the center of these emanations were impressed +on its mind. And in a strangely bulbous ship it plunged outward from +that eternally dark and silent planet towards Earth. + + * * * * * + +A man was walking along a road. A high road. A silent, dark road. +Below him on both sides of the road flat marshland swept away, and a +little wind caressed him with chill fingers. His tiny world of road +beneath him, darkness around him, sky above him, contained only the +sound of his footsteps--and one other. A regular, liquid sound. He +thought it was a sound from the marsh. He listened to it, and wondered +how long it had been with him. It was close behind him on the road. He +stopped, turned round in small curiosity, and bellowed in great +horror. He threw up his hands against an immense bulk, a frog-like +shape, a lurching, flowing movement. Then it was upon him, and stilled +his futile writhings, and passed over him, and left him dead. + +The Assassin continued along the road. It was aware that it had +killed, but it could not contemplate the fact. It possessed all the +mental powers of its race, but its conditioning had focused them in +one direction, the assassination of Dr. Cartwright. It could consider +only those factors which had a direct relation to that purpose. + +Daylight was one of those factors. + +It was not aware of the passage of time, but when the sensitive patch +on its back began to contract it left the road and went to the marsh. +There it burrowed into the slime until green-flecked water closed over +it. And deeper until a depth of mud protected it from the sun. + + +Dr. Cartwright groaned and sat up in bed. He silenced the ringing +telephone by putting the receiver to his ear. + +"Do you know what time it is?" he asked, aggrieved. + +"Hello? Doctor Cartwright? This is the police." + +"It is half-past seven," continued Simon. "For me, the middle of the +night. I am in no fit state to measure a drunk's reactions." + +"I'm sorry, sir, but there's been an accident. On the Waverton +Highway. A man is dead, Inspector Andrews is in charge of the case." + +"Inspector Andrews? Is mayhem suspected? Never mind, I'll get down +there, right away." + +He put the receiver down and got out of bed. His wife muttered +something unintelligible and wrapped his share of the blankets round +her. Simon went downstairs. He made a cup of coffee and drank it while +he dressed. The engine of his car was cold, but his house was on a +hill and he was able to coast down to the Highway. + +The road was level and straight, and after a few minutes driving a +little tableau came into sight--two cars, a group of uniforms. +Inspector Andrews, tall, thin, dyspeptic, greeted him with a limp +handshake. "Something funny about this," he said. "See what you +think." + +Simon went down on one knee beside the body and began to undo the +clothing. After a time he looked up into the sky. "This is very +strange," he murmured. + +"I know," grunted Andrews. "Can they take the body now?" + +Simon stood up and nodded. He remained staring out across the marsh +until the body had been removed, and the ambulance a distant object. +Then he went and sat in his car. Andrews finished giving instructions +to his Sergeant, and joined him. "I'll let you give me breakfast," he +said. + +"You're very kind," said Simon absently, and released the brake. + +"Any use asking for the cause of death?" asked Andrews. + +"Oh, the cause of death was crushing, but the cause of the cause of +death--" Simon shook his head. "There wasn't an unbroken bone in his +body. Could he have been dropped from an airplane?" + +Andrews shook a ponderous head. "He was a bus driver on his way to +work without an enemy in the world. And I've a feeling his death is +going to keep me awake at nights. Anyway, Sergeant Bennet is going +over the area with a magnifying glass. We'll put up a pretty good +show. Can you suggest anything?" + +"It wasn't a car," said Simon carefully. "The skin was unbroken, +except from the inside. I can only imagine something like a +rubber-covered steam-roller." + + * * * * * + +That night the Assassin killed two people. + +When it grew dark it heaved itself up out of the slime. A long +business of bodily expansion and contraction. Two men were on the road +and heard the noise it made. + +"Somethin' out there." + +"Stray cow, maybe." + +They stood and peered into the dark, trying to see a familiar shape. +The Assassin approached them, and was too big for them to see. They +stood in its path and looked for a familiar object in the blackness of +its body. So the instant of apprehension was small, the panic and +exertion soon over. Without pausing the Assassin moved over them and +continued on its way. + +A little later Inspector Andrews found them. He was in a radio patrol +car, and he was moving in the same direction as the Assassin. With him +in the car were three large men carrying automatic rifles. Andrews +stopped the car, and one of the men got out and knelt by the bodies. +Andrews watched him somberly for a moment then reached for the +microphone. He spoke to the station sergeant. + +"Inspector Andrews here. Send an ambulance out here, will you, and +phone Doctor Cartwright. Tell him the steam-roller's loose again. It +may be on the road heading his way. Yes, steam-roller. He'll +understand." + +He put the microphone down, called to the man on the road. "I'm +leaving you here, Roberts. There's an ambulance on its way. Go back +with it. Get in Sergeant Bennet's car and both of you join us up +ahead." + +He closed the car window and released the brake. The empty road began +to unwind slowly into the area of light ahead. + + +Simon put the receiver down and looked at his wife. She was +concentrating on a sock by the fire. He went over and kissed the top +of her head. "Goodbye," she said. + +"Listen," he said quietly. "When I'm gone lock the door behind me and +don't go out. If you hear any funny noises go down to the cellar. +Understand?" + +She was a little frightened. "Honey, what is it?" + +He smiled. "It's nothing. Long John Andrews is out hunting. I'm going +along in case he shoots himself." + +He took his shot-gun off the mantle and stuffed his pockets with +cartridges. + +"I'll bring you back a rabbit," he said. "So long." + +He drove down slowly. He was scared, but he was still young enough to +find it exhilarating. The loaded shot-gun was a great help. + +He turned on to the highway, and slowed to walking pace. He stared +into the darkness ahead until his eyes burned, and imagination peopled +his surroundings with writhing shapes. + +Then he saw it, and the muscles across his chest trembled +convulsively. Fear clutched his stomach. He slammed his foot down on +the brake and gaped up at it. It was standing still in the middle of +the road, a giant, pear shaped body, looking something like a man +kneeling upright. At the front, turned inwards, were a number of +arm-like appendages. + +The shot-gun was ridiculous now, the car made of paper. To get out and +run was impossible, and he longed to be able to sit still and do +nothing. And the seconds dragged by. Time for contemplation built up, +and a strange realization dropped into his seething mind. He sensed +something about its attitude. A cringing, a withdrawal. "God," he +whispered. "It doesn't like the light." + +He might have relaxed then, but it moved. One of its arms unfolded, +swung outward holding something metallic. Simon yelled. He grabbed the +shot-gun, shoved the door catch down, threw his weight sideways. He +landed on his shoulder and kept on rolling. He reached the other side +of the road, straightened up, and saw the roof of the car fly off with +a roar. He fired then, from a crouching position and without taking +aim. A lucky shot that hit the end of the weapon arm and shattered it. +Then he ran, and the Assassin followed. + +He ran in the direction he'd been heading, and gave himself up to +terror. He was primaeval man fleeing from sabre-tooth. He was living a +nightmare. His brain reeled, air burnt his lungs, and his pounding +heart echoed in his temples. Then he was running into a blaze of +light, between headlights that enfolded him like a mother's arms, and +he was clinging to a radiator cap. Dimly he heard the crash of high +powered rifles about him. A black figure came into his haven of light, +began to loosen his tie. + +"Get out of the light," he gasped. "It doesn't like the light." + +"Who invited you?" grunted Andrews. He put Simon's arm round his neck, +and half carried him round to the side of the car, pushed him into the +front seat. + +"I'll be all right in a minute," said Simon. + +"Yeah," said Andrews, and left him. + +After a little while the trembling in his limbs began to subside, +breathing became easier. He leaned forward and watched a strange +battle. The Assassin was about seventy yards ahead, moving slowly +nearer. Two men stood on the right hand side of the car, pumping +bullets into the grey, indistinct mass. Andrews stood watching with +his hands in his jacket pockets. Suddenly he said, "All right, let go. +You're only wasting bullets." + +Simon looked at him in alarm. "Hey, you're not just going to stand +there. It doesn't like the light, but light can't kill it." + +"Lie down on the floor," said Andrews dourly, without looking at him. + +"Eh?" + +Andrews ignored him, stepped two paces forward. The Assassin was about +twenty yards away now, seeming to have to fight against the stream of +light. Andrews took his hands from his pockets. Simon saw what he was +holding, and dived for the floor. He clasped his hands over the back +of his neck as the night exploded with a gigantic crash. + +When his ears had stopped screaming he got up. Andrews, an elbow on +the window ledge, was watching him expressionlessly. + +"You might have left me something to dissect," complained Simon. +"Somebody's got to, you know." + +"I'll mop you up a sponge full," said Andrews. + +"Oh, no, you won't. You and your men stay back here. It's probably +crawling with alien bacteria." + +Actually, quite a lot of the Assassin was left, but decomposition was +very rapid. Simon did the best he could with a magnifying glass and a +penknife. He found that the body was almost entirely composed of bone +and flesh in a honey-comb like structure. The bone being highly +flexible, and the cavities filled with grey flesh. Flesh which quickly +liquified and drained away from the bone. There was no blood, and +Simon could find no trace of internal organs. + +While he worked two more cars drove up, and gave him a little more +light, but soon he had to give up. As he walked slowly back a +spotlight sprang suddenly to life, and a pleasant authoritative voice +spoke. + +"Will you stay where you are, please, Doctor Cartwright." + +Simon obeyed. Hell, he thought wearily. Officialdom has arrived. He +shaded his eyes against the light, but he could see nothing. + +"Who's that?" he asked. + +"Commanding officer in charge of operations in this emergency. You've +made an examination?" + +"As far as I could. There's complete decomposition now." + +"Oh, I see." A slight pause, then; "Perhaps I'd better put you in the +picture. This is armed aggression, Doctor Cartwright. In any language +it says war. Do you understand? We're at war, now. + +"We found the vessel your friend came in several days ago. It was in +the sea, twenty miles from here. Its discovery was kept secret because +we weren't sure of its point of origin. Our people are engaged in +finding the method of propulsion. They say it will give us the ability +to travel in space. They also say that they can find the approximate +position of its home planet. All that is top priority, of course, but +in the meanwhile we must have an emergency line of defence against +these things. We want to know how to find them and how to destroy them +with the least possible expenditure of life and material. You +understand?" + +"Yes. I've got an idea about light waves. I fired a shot at it back +there. The bone structure--" + +"Don't tell me," interrupted the voice sharply. "Remember it. You +realize, Doctor Cartwright, that you are just about the most important +man alive. You know how fast it can move. You have fought it, you +have examined it. So you can be sure that very good care will be taken +of you." + +"What are you saying?" + +"I'm sorry, but you must see that you have to go into strict +quarantine now. We dare not risk a plague. After quarantine you will +go to work with our people. Now will you please get into the car at +the extreme right, and follow the police." + +"Where am I going?" + +"Please hurry. There is a team of incendiaries waiting to clear the +area." + +"Oh, damnation," sighed The Most Important Man Alive, and walked +towards the waiting car. + + * * * * * + +When the ruler consulted the prognosticator again, after the +Assassin's failure had been recorded, he found that a qualification +had been added. The prophecy was now being fulfilled. He considered +this dispassionately. He visualised the complex pattern of implication +almost with pleasure. Was the machine alive? Certainly it could +contemplate itself. It had calculated the effect of its existence, and +had used the knowledge to destroy them. Or had they condemned +themselves? By losing the ability to question. For the information on +which the prophecy was based could have been available to them. Or was +the machine only obeying a greater Fate? A Decree, stating that any +life-form that surrendered itself to the dictates of a machine was +doomed. + +One thing alone was left to him. A choice. Without haste he began the +preliminaries to thinking himself to death. + + * * * * * + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Honored Prophet, by William E. Bentley + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32372.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32372.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cbd565ab40df5e78c81f9c03b15c287115f55e98 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32372.txt @@ -0,0 +1,275 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + +DICKENS'S CHILDREN + + + + +DICKENS'S CHILDREN + +TEN DRAWINGS BY + +JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH + + NEW YORK + CHARLES SCRIBNERS SONS + MCMXII + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY + CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + + + + +LIST OF SUBJECTS + +ILLUSTRATED BY + +JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH'S PAINTINGS + + Tiny Tim and Bob Cratchit on Christmas Day + _"A Christmas Carol," Stave Three_ + + David Copperfield and Peggotty by the Parlour Fire + _"David Copperfield," Chapter II_ + + Paul Dombey and Florence on the Beach at Brighton + _"Dombey and Son," Chapter VIII_ + + Little Nell and Her Grandfather at Mrs. Jarley's + _"The Old Curiosity Shop," Chapter XXVI_ + + Pip and Joe Gargery + _"Great Expectations," Chapter II_ + + Jenny Wren, the Little Dolls' Dressmaker + _"Our Mutual Friend," Chapter I, Book Second_ + + Oliver's First Meeting with the Artful Dodger + _"Oliver Twist," Chapter VIII_ + + Mrs. Kenwigs and the Four Little Kenwigses + _"Nicholas Nickleby," Chapter XIV_ + + The Runaway Couple + _"Christmas Stories," The Holly-Tree, Second Branch_ + + Little Em'ly + _"David Copperfield," Chapter III_ + + + + +TINY TIM AND BOB CRATCHIT ON CHRISTMAS DAY + + + + +TINY TIM AND BOB CRATCHIT ON CHRISTMAS DAY + +_"A Christmas Carol," Stave Three_ + + +In came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter +exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare +clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his +shoulder. + +[Illustration] + + + + +DAVID COPPERFIELD AND PEGGOTTY BY THE PARLOUR FIRE + + +DAVID COPPERFIELD AND PEGGOTTY BY THE PARLOUR FIRE + +_"David Copperfield," Chapter II_ + + +"Peggotty," says I, suddenly, "were you ever married?" + +"Lord, Master Davy," replied Peggotty, "what's put marriage in your +head?" + +She answered with such a start, that it quite awoke me.... + +"But _were_ you ever married, Peggotty?" says I. "You are a very +handsome woman, an't you?" + +[Illustration] + + + + +PAUL DOMBEY AND FLORENCE ON THE BEACH AT BRIGHTON + + +PAUL DOMBEY AND FLORENCE ON THE BEACH AT BRIGHTON + +_"Dombey and Son," Chapter VIII_ + + +His favourite spot was quite a lonely one, far away from most loungers; +and with Florence sitting by his side at work, or reading to him, or +talking to him, and the wind blowing on his face, and the water coming +up among the wheels of his bed, he wanted nothing more. + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE NELL AND HER GRANDFATHER AT MRS. JARLEY'S + + +LITTLE NELL AND HER GRANDFATHER AT MRS. JARLEY'S + +_"The Old Curiosity Shop," Chapter XXVI_ + + +"Set 'em out near the hind wheels, child, that's the best place"--said +their friend, superintending the arrangements from above. "Now hand up +the teapot for a little more hot water, and a pinch of fresh tea, and +then both of you eat and drink as much as you can, and don't spare +anything; that's all I ask of you." + +[Illustration] + + + + +PIP AND JOE GARGERY + + +PIP AND JOE GARGERY + +_"Great Expectations," Chapter II_ + + +"If you can cough any trifle on it up, Pip, I'd recommend you to do it," +said Joe, all aghast. "Manners is manners, but still your elth's your +elth." + +[Illustration] + + + + +JENNY WREN, THE LITTLE DOLLS' DRESSMAKER + + +JENNY WREN, THE LITTLE DOLLS' DRESSMAKER + + _"Our Mutual Friend," + Chapter I, Book Second_ + + +"Oh! I know their tricks and their manners." + +[Illustration] + + + + +OLIVER'S FIRST MEETING WITH THE ARTFUL DODGER + + +OLIVER'S FIRST MEETING WITH THE ARTFUL DODGER + +_"Oliver Twist," Chapter VIII_ + + +"Hullo, my covey! What's the row?" said this strange young gentleman to +Oliver. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MRS. KENWIGS AND THE FOUR LITTLE KENWIGSES + + +MRS. KENWIGS AND THE FOUR LITTLE KENWIGSES + +_"Nicholas Nickleby," Chapter XIV_ + + +"Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!" sobbed Mrs. +Kenwigs. On hearing this alarming presentiment ... all four little girls +raised a hideous cry, and burying their heads in their mother's lap +simultaneously, screamed until the eight flaxen tails vibrated again. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE RUNAWAY COUPLE + + +THE RUNAWAY COUPLE + + _"Christmas Stories" + The Holly-Tree, Second Branch_ + + +So Boots goes up-stairs to the Angel, and there he finds Master Harry on +a e-normous sofa,--immense at any time, but looking like the Great Bed +of Ware, compared with him, a drying the eyes of Miss Norah with his +pocket-hankecher. Their little legs was entirely off the ground, of +course, and it really is not possible for Boots to express to me how +small them children looked. + +[Illustration] + + + + +LITTLE EM'LY + + +LITTLE EM'LY + +_"David Copperfield," Chapter III_ + + +The light, bold, fluttering little figure turned and came back safe to +me, and I soon laughed at my fears, and at the cry I had uttered; +fruitlessly in any case, for there was no one near. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Dickens's Children, by Jessie Willcox Smith + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32410.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32410.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e548b68afee7132ef53ba3e28d05e952ff48b782 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32410.txt @@ -0,0 +1,344 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January + 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + NO SHIELD FROM THE DEAD + + + By Gordon R. Dickson + + + _No conceivable force could penetrate Terri's shield. Yet he + was defenseless._ + + * * * * * + + + + +It was a nice little party, but a bit obvious. Terri Mac saw through +it before he had taken half a dozen steps into the apartment. A light +flush staining his high cheek-bones. "This is ridiculous," he said. + +The light chatter ceased. Cocktail glasses were set down on various +handy tables and ledges; and all faces in the room turned toward a man +in his late fifties who sat propped up invalid-wise on pillows in a +chair in a corner of the room. + +"The Comptroller is perspicacious," said the old man, agreeably, +waving one hand in a casual manner. "On your way, children." + +And the people present smiled and nodded. Quite as if it were an +ordinary leave-taking, they pushed past Terri Mac and filed out the +door. Even the blonde, Terri had picked up at the embassy ball and who +had brought him here, strolled off casually, but in a decidedly less +drunken fashion than she had exhibited earlier in the evening. + +"Sit down," said the old man. Terri Mac did so, gazing searchingly at +the skinny frame and white eyebrows in an unsuccessful effort to +connect him with something in memory. "This is ridiculous," he +repeated. + +"Really?" The old man smiled benignly. "And why so?" + +"Why--" the situation was so obvious that Terri fumbled--a little at a +loss for words. "Obviously you intend some form of coercion, or else +you would have come to me along recognized channels. And any thought +of coercion is obviously--well, ridiculous." + +"Why?" + +"Why? You senile old fool, don't you know that I'm shielded? Don't you +know all government officials from the fifth class up wear complete +personal shields that are not only crack-proof but contain all the +necessary elements to support life independently within the shield +for more than twenty hours? Don't you know that I'll be missed in two +hours at the most and tracked down in less than sixty minutes more? +Are you crazy?" + +The old man chuckled, rubbing dry hands together. He said, "I'm +shielded too. You can't get at me. And now the room's shielded. You +can't get out of it." + +Terri stared at him. The initial shock was passing. His own statements +anent the completeness of his protection had brought back confidence, +and his natural coolness was returning. "What do you want?" he asked, +eyeing the other narrowly. + +"Pleasure of your company," said the old man. "There are some very +strong connections between us. Yes, very strong. We must get to know +each other personally." + + * * * * * + +It occurred to Terri that he had misinterpreted the situation. Relief +came, mixed with a certain amount of chagrin at the way in which he +allowed himself to show alarm. He had looked ridiculous. He leaned +back in the chair and allowed a note of official hauteur and annoyance +to creep into his voice. "I see," he said. "You want something?" + +The old man nodded energetically. + +"I do. Indeed I do." + +"And you think you have some kind of a bargaining tool that is useful +but might not be so if it became known to official channels." + +"Well--" said the old man cautiously. + +"Don't waste my time," interrupted Terri, harshly. "I'm not an +ordinary politician. No man who works his way up to the fifth level of +the government is. I didn't get to where I am today by pussy-footing +around and I haven't the leisure to spend on people who do. Now _what_ +do you want?" + +The other cackled. "Now, what do you think?" he said, putting one +finger to his nose cunningly. + +"You are old," Terri said. "And therefore cautious. Consequently you +would not risk trying to force something from me, but are almost +certainly trying to sell me something. Now what do I want? Not the +usual things, certainly. Within my position I have all the material +things a man could want; and within my shield I enjoy complete +immunity. No one but the Central Bureau, itself, can crack this +shield. And no one but they can prevent the conditioned reflex that +stops my heart if for some reason the shield should be broached. I +have a hold on every man beneath me that prevents him from knifing me +in the back. There could be only one thing that I want that you could +give me--" he leaned forward, staring into the deep-pouched eyes--"and +that is a means of getting at the man above me. Am I right?" + +"No," said the old man. + +Terri stiffened. + +"No?" he echoed in angry incredulity. + +Their eyes locked. For a long time they held, and at last Terri looked +away. + +The old man sighed--sipped noisily from a drink on the table beside +his chair. + +"Wait!" said Terri. To his own surprise, his voice was eager, even a +little timorous in its hopefulness. "Wait. I've got it. There will be +a test. There always is a test every time a man moves up. His +superiors watch him when he doesn't suspect it. It will be that way +for me when I am ready for the fourth level. And you have some kind of +advance information. You know what the test will be. Maybe you know +the man who will administer it. You want to sell me this information." + +The other said nothing. + +"Well," Terri spread his hands openly. "I am interested. I'll buy. +What do you want. Money? A favor? Protection?" + +"No." + +"No?" Terri shouted, starting up from his chair. "What do you mean by +no? Can't you say anything but 'no'?" A rage possessed him. He flung +himself forward two furious steps to stand threateningly over the aged +figure. "You doddering idiot! Say what you want, and quickly! My two +hours are nearly up. I'll be missed. They'll be here in a few +minutes--the Bureau Guards. They'll crack the room shield. They'll +rescue me. And they'll take you into custody. To be questioned. To be +executed. At my order. Do you understand? Your life depends on me." + +After a little, the old man chuckled again. "Yes," he muttered, in a +high-pitched old voice. "That's the way it'll be." + +Terri stared at him. "You don't seem to understand. You're going to +die." + +"Oh yes," said the old man, nodding his head indulgently. "I'll die. +But I'm an old man. I'd die anyway in a year or so--maybe in a day or +so. But for you--for a young man like you--the up and coming young +governmental with everything to lose--" he leered slyly at Terri. +"Your death won't be so easy for you to take." + +"I die?" echoed Terri, stupefied. "But I'm not going to die. They're +coming to _rescue_ me." + +"Oh, are they?" said the old man, ironically. + +"Of course!" said Terri. "Of course, why shouldn't they?" + +The old man winked one faded eye portentously. + +"Fine young man," he said. "Up and coming young man. Brilliant. Never +a thought for the people he trampled on the way up the ladder. Dear +me, no." + +"What do you mean?" said Terri. + +The old eyes, looking up suddenly, pierced him. + +"Do you remember Kilaren?" + +"K-Kilaren?" + +"Kilaren," recited the old man as if quoting from a newspaper. "The +beautiful young secretary of a provincial governor whose lecherous and +unnatural pursuit drove her to suicide. So that one day to escape the +governor, she jumped or fell from a high window. And the people of the +province, who had for a long time heard ugly stories and rumors, +finally mobbed the office and lynched the governor, hanging him from +the same window from which the girl had jumped. They said that even +the fall had not spoiled her beauty, but that was probably false." The +old man's words dwindled away into silence. + +"If so what of it?" said Terri. "What's that to do with me?" + +"Why, you were there. You were the governor's aide, and when the mob +had gone home and feeling had slackened off, you stepped into the gap +and seized up the reins of government, handling matters so skillfully +that you were immediately promoted to an under-post at Government +City." + +"What of it?" + +"Why it was all your doing," replied the other, in a mildly reproving +voice, "the rumors, the stories, the mob, even the suicide. Poor +Kilaren--a pitiful pawn in your ruthless game to eliminate the +governor in your mad dash up the ladder." + +"I never touched her!" cried Terri, his voice cracking. "I swear it." + +"Who said you did? The type of mind that stoops to murder would never +have gotten you this far. But you were the one who hired her, knowing +the governor's tendencies. You were the one that gave her work that +kept her, night after night, alone with the man. You preyed upon her +fear of losing her job. You threw the sin in her face after she had +committed it. You told her what she might have been, and what she was, +and what she would be. You broke her, day after day. In the sterile +privacy of the office you reviled her, scorned her, brought her to +believe that she was what she was not, a creature of filth and +dishonor. You blocked off all avenues of escape but the one that led +through one high window. _You killed her!_" + +"No!" + +"Yes!" + + * * * * * + +Terri brought his quivering hands together and clenched them in his +lap. He stared at the old man. "Who are you?" + +"I was a friend of hers. We lived in the same hotel-apartment. She had +no family. I believe you knew that when you hired her." + +"I see," said Terri. He drew a long, deep, shuddering breath, and +leaned back in the chair. "So that's the story," he said, his voice +strengthening, "I might have known it. Blackmail. There are always +fools that want to try blackmail." + +"No," said the old man. "Not Blackmail, Comptroller. I want your +life." + +Terri laughed shortly, contemptuously. "No knowledge that you have can +threaten my life." + +"They will come," said the old man, leaning wearily back against his +cushions. "As you said, the Bureau Guards will come; and I think I +shall kill myself when I hear them starting to crack the shield around +this room. They will come in and find you with a dead man. What will +you tell them, Terri?" + +"Tell them? Anything I choose. They won't question _me_." + +"No. The guards won't. But the Bureau will. How can they raise a man +to the fourth level when there is a two-hour mystery in his +background? They will want to know what you were doing here." + +"I was kidnapped," said Terri. + +"By whom? Can you prove it? And why?" + +"I've been held a prisoner here." + +"By a dead man? No, no, Terri. The circumstances are suspicious. You +walk away from the embassy under your own power. You disappear and are +found in a shielded room with a man who has committed suicide. This +must be explained, and in the end you will have to tell them the +truth." + +"And what if I do?" said Terri, truculently. + +"But the truth is so fantastic, Terri. So uncheckable. I am dead, and +I am the only one who could have supported your story. These people +who were here when you came in are common actors. They have no idea +why I wanted you decoyed here. These are my rooms. And there is no +obvious connection between me and the dead Kilaren. And perhaps I will +decide to live just long enough to denounce you as a traitor when they +enter." + +Ashen-faced, Terri stared. + +"The Bureau will have to question you. They will clamp a block on your +mind so that you can't operate the reflex that stops your heart. And +they will question you over and over again, because the Bureau cannot +afford to take chances. You will go into a private hell of your own, +Terri Mac. You will tell the story of your own evil to that girl over +and over again, pleading to be believed. And they will not believe +you. And in the end they will kill you, just to be on the safe side. +Because, you see, you _might_ have been doing something traitorous in +these two shielded hours." + +Terri's head bobbed limply, like a drunken man's. He made one last +effort. "Why?" he said. "Why do you do this? Your life. For a girl who +was no connection to you?" + +The old man folded his hands. + +"I was a little like your governor," he said. "We all have our sins. I +loved Kilaren and the shock of her death wrecked my health." He cocked +his head suddenly on one side. "Listen," he said. + +From beyond the closed door of the room, a high-pitched humming was +barely audible. It grew in volume, going up the scale. Terri leaped to +his feet; and for the space of a couple of seconds, he lunged first +this way then that, like a wild animal beating against its trap. Then, +as if all will had at last gone out of him, he stopped in the middle +of the room and closed his eyes. For a fraction of a moment he stood +there, before a faint convulsion seized him and he fell. + +With a faint smile on his face, the old man reached out to a hidden +switch and cut the shield about the room. Uniformed guards tumbled +through the door, to pull up in dismay at the sight of the body on the +floor. + +"I'm sorry," said the old man, "I must have turned the shield on by +mistake. I was trying to signal someone. The Comptroller seems to have +had a heart attack." + +THE END + + * * * * * + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's No Shield from the Dead, by Gordon Rupert Dickson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32430.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32430.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..999d2cb8868339d006ffcdbaceb12f3b5e27bd51 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32430.txt @@ -0,0 +1,182 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE PRACTICAL JOKE; + +OR THE CHRISTMAS STORY OF UNCLE NED. + +[Illustration] + + NEW YORK: + PUBLISHED BY J. S. REDFIELD, + CLINTON HALL. + + + + +THE PRACTICAL JOKE. + + +Welcome, merry Christmas and New-Year! prized by children above all +other days in the year. Ye are associated with pleasant recollections of +old Santa Claus and sugar-plums--with bright visions of a cheerful +fireside, merry games, pleasant stories, and happy, smiling faces. First +comes Christmas Eve, when each young face beams with eager curiosity and +delightful anticipation--all wondering and guessing what they shall find +in their stockings next morning; while the eldest sister, with looks of +mystery and of importance, shares her mother's councils, and helps to +distribute the precious stores. Soon they are in bed, anxious to sleep +off the long hours, dreaming of rocking-horses and doll-babies, +tea-sets, wooden soldiers, and all the other delights of the toy-shop. + +I never heard of a lazy child on a Christmas morning. The idle and the +industrious are all up, "bright and early." The well-filled stockings +are eagerly inspected, good wishes and pretty or useful presents given +and received, and various plans proposed for the day's amusement. Night +comes too soon for the tireless lovers of fun, who go unwillingly to +bed, consoling themselves that one week more will bring New-Year. + +[Illustration: Kind little Girls relieving the Poor.] + +Dear children, long may such innocent delights crown the year; and, in +the midst of all, forget not the children of the famishing poor, who +have no Christmas pleasures to look forward to; whose parents toil for +their daily bread and scanty apparel all the year, and have no time +nor means to provide themselves or their children with the comforts and +luxuries you enjoy. Each one can spare a little to minister to the +enjoyment of those poor suffering children, many of whom, perhaps, have +no fathers to provide for them, some of them not even a home to shelter +them. Share with them your abundance, and the blessings of the poor +shall rest upon you. And now, my patient little readers, for the story. + +One Christmas night we were all gathered around a cheerful fire in the +old-fashioned parlor. Father, mother, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, +and cousins, were all there. The blazing pine knots sent a cheerful +light into every nook and corner of the big room; the ponderous presses, +and quaint old desk and bookcase, reflecting the warm glow from their +polished surfaces. + +The straight, high-backed, mahogany chairs had been sadly knocked about +in a game of blind-man's-buff, and looked as much out of place as a prim +old maiden aunt in a game of romps. Nut-shells and apple-parings, +kiss-papers and mottoes, strewed the broad hearth, and gave pretty good +token of the evening's cheer. The clock had just struck ten, and we +youngsters were warned that it was bedtime, when there arose a loud call +for a story. A story from Uncle Ned! We might all sit up to hear a +story, if Uncle Ned would tell one. + +He, good soul, never refused a kind request in his life, and we felt +quite safe for the next half hour. I think I see him now, with his trim +leg encased in a fine home-knit stocking--his bright shoe-buckles, and +neat drab small-clothes--his queer-looking continental hat, with his +gray locks appearing beneath it, and his hands resting upon the head of +his silver-mounted cane. + +[Illustration: Portrait of Uncle Ned.] + +The chairs were set in their places, stragglers called in, and all were +seated in silence to hear. + +[Illustration] + + +UNCLE NED'S STORY. + +"Many years ago, when I was a slip of a lad like Tom there"--"Why, +uncle," cried little Willy in amazement, "did you say you were no bigger +than Tom? Were you ever as little as Tom, uncle?"--"Hush, Willy," said +Tom, a well-grown boy of fourteen, "I'm sure you need not make such a +wonderment at that; I am not so very small, and I expect to be as big as +Uncle Ned when I'm a man. How naughty of you to interrupt the story!" + +[Illustration: Ned and his Companions at the Pond.] + +"Well, Willy," said Uncle Ned, "I don't suppose I look much now as if I +had once been a slender lad, with a soft fair brow, and rosy cheeks; but +I was as full of fun and frolic as the best of you. I will tell you how +I once came near losing my own life and that of a friend and playmate, +by my love of mischief. It was a Christmas night. We were gathered round +the fire just as we now are, cracking nuts, eating apples, and telling +stories, when I proposed to Jack Thornton, and his little brother, that +we should go for a skating frolic to 'the pond,' a beautiful sheet of +water about a quarter of a mile distant. Instantly we were in motion, +looking up our skates and mittens. Off we started, in high glee, +promising ourselves fine fun on the ice. The moon shone +brilliantly--every object could be seen with perfect distinctness. The +little pond, which was supplied with the purest spring water, looked +like a sheet of silver, sparkling in the moonlight. I well remember +looking down through the clear and beautifully transparent ice, and +seeing the pond-lilies, with their broad leaves of tender green, +mingled with rushes and long grass, while the little fish danced like +beams of silver-light in the clear water. The pond was of no great +extent, but toward the middle it was quite deep, and formed a fine broad +sheet of ice for skating. + +[Illustration: Ned rescuing Jack from drowning.] + +"I remembered having seen the day before an air-hole near a rock on the +opposite shore. I had tried the ice near it, and found it strong enough +to bear my weight; and concluding that by this time it was quite thick +enough to bear two or three, I determined to play a trick upon Jack, who +was exceedingly good natured, but a great brag. Nobody could outwit him, +he thought. 'Come, Jack,' said I, 'follow me, and I will take you where +you are afraid to go.'--'I afraid!' said he, 'catch me afraid--I can go +anywhere you can--go ahead!' Away we shot, like swallows, toward the +fatal air-hole. 'Follow me,' I cried; 'keep up with me if you can.' +Thus stimulated, Jack kept close in my rear. My object was to avoid the +air-hole myself, and just give one of Jack's legs a ducking, without +doing him any further injury. We wheeled in circles round and round, +until, making a quick sweep, and calling upon him to keep close, I +dexterously made a slight curve so as to avoid the hole, but down went +poor Jack, one leg and foot quite buried in the freezing element. It was +a favorite trick with the knowing ones, and was never taken amiss. But +in this case the joke was carried too far. Jack pulled and struggled to +draw out his foot, when suddenly the ice gave way, and down he sank into +the deep water. I knew he could not swim--neither could I. I was aware +it would not do to attempt to get him out by going near him on the ice, +as our efforts would only crack the ice and throw me in too. But, as +quick as thought, I ran on shore, threw off my skates, went to the edge +of the rock, where fortunately he was within my reach, and, after many +unsuccessful attempts, I succeeded in drawing him out. Poor Jack was +almost exhausted; but I got him home, and he was undressed and put to +bed. A severe fit of sickness followed from the cold he took that night. +Aunt Dorothy always insisted that his sickness might have been +prevented, if she had been permitted to give him a dose of her +hot-drops, which she always kept by her--a specific for all complaints. +But the physician who was called positively forbade it. Physicians do +not like to have persons who are ignorant of the nature of diseases, and +their proper remedies, tampering with the human frame. Although in some +instances they may relieve in mild attacks, they often do a great deal +of harm by giving favorite quack medicines, indiscriminately, for all +complaints. However, by good nursing, Jack soon got well; and we +received a good lesson, which I have never forgotten, in the almost +fatal termination of the 'PRACTICAL JOKE.'" + +[Illustration: The Physician and Aunt Dorothy.] + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32452.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32452.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e1ba1b33c7cbe64db4f69b6e65c8770248bae3bd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32452.txt @@ -0,0 +1,244 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Roberta Staehlin, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +W. BELCH'S _British Sports_. + +(Price 6^d. Col^d.) + +[Illustration] + +_Printed, Published & Sold by_ W. Belch, + +_Newington, Butts, London_. + + + + + W. BELCH'S + EDITIONS OF + CHILDREN's BOOKS. + _PRICE 6d. 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Belch, Newington Butts._ + + + + +[Illustration] + +RABBIT SHOOTING. + + + How happy & frisky the Rabbits appear, + Prancing & skipping without any fear; + But alas, their enjoyment is like to be short, + By the aim of a Gunner who seeks them for sport. + + + + +[Illustration] + + BADGER BAITING. + + + Baited by Dogs, the Badger dies, + A cruel sport it thus supplies, + The Skin is by the Furriers bought, + And thus for gain & pleasure sought. + + + + +[Illustration] + +HORSE RACING. + + + Goaded with Spurs they seem to fly, + Like lightning to the human eye, + Stretch out their necks to gain the post, + While thousands on the course are lost. + + + + +[Illustration] + +STAG HUNT. + + + The timid Stag with eager bounds, + Strives to escape pursuing Hounds; + In vain he flies he's doom'd to die, + Whilst shouts of Huntsmen rend the Sky. + + + + +[Illustration] + +COURSING. + + + They beat the Bush to find a Hare, + And thus for a long chace prepare; + Poor gentle Puss thy fate is hard, + And it with pity I regard. + + + + +[Illustration] + +FOX CHACE. + + + The Fox is Reynard sly and cunning, + Often with our Poultry running; + To hunt him yields a manly sport, + And numbers to the chace resort. + + + + +[Illustration] + +ANGLING. + + + Angling will oft our patience try, + Ere we a dish of Fish supply; + Yet many love the rural sport, + And to the Brook or Lake resort. + + + + + SCHOOL PIECES, + + (IN VERY GREAT VARIETY) + with + THREE WHOLE-SHEET FLOURISHING DITTO, + + _Plain and Coloured_. + + Isaiah + Jehu + Isaac and Rebekah + Samuel and Saul + Queen Elizabeth + Christ's Sermon on the Mount + Nathan's Parable + Life of Saint Paul + Miraculous Draught of Fishes + Jeptha's Rash Vow + Whittington and his Cat + Coronation + Life of Christ + Life of Joshua + Life of Solomon + Life of Moses + Life of Joseph + Life of Job + Life of Jonah + Life of Pharoah + Life of Abraham + Acts of the Apostles + Adam and Eve + Deserted Village + Pope's Prayer + Pilgrim's Progress + Lord's Prayer + Ten Commandments + Apostles' Creed + Naaman cured of his Leprosy + Creation of the World + Morning Hymn + Evening Hymn + Revelation of St. John + Queen Sheba's Visit to King Solomon + Noah's Ark + David and Goliah + Daniel in the Lion's Den + Robinson Crusoe + King Alfred + Beggar's Petition + Chevy Chase + Economy of Human Life + Seven Wonders of the World + Conversion of St. Paul + Captain Cook + Horse Soldiers + Balloon + God save the King + Rule Britannia + Edward the Black Prince + Death of Ananias + Pharisee and Publican + Three Warnings + End of Time. + + _With additional new ones annually._ + + SLIP COPIES, BLACK LINES, MAP FILES, AND FLOURISHING + SCHOOL-PIECE BOOKS. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32457.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32457.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cb0b197532b920ec5319e8488068f844413e09f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32457.txt @@ -0,0 +1,181 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of Science and + Fantasy February 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence + that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + PIONEER + + + _By William Hardy_ + + + If you could travel through time to a few years hence you'd + find a stone monument in honor and memory of a brave deed + you may shy away from! + + * * * * * + + + + +I didn't much like the way Max--that's the guy who trained +me--fastened the broad leather straps over my body. There was a smell +of nervous excitement in the air and Max's hand trembled as he fumbled +with the buckles. Thinking back on it, the whole morning had been like +that. Nervous and excited. + +Right after breakfast, Max had given me a good bath and loaded me in +the car. I always like to ride in the car and this time Max even +allowed me to stick my head out the window. He doesn't usually let me +do that, but I was too engrossed in the exhilarating rush of air to +pay any attention to the change of routine. When we drew up in front +of a large brick building a multitude of strange and peculiar odors +assailed my nose, tantalizingly anonymous. Max's big hand caught me +before I got halfway through the window. That disgusted me, because I +wanted to investigate the funny smells, and I pouted all the way into +the building. As the events of the next hour progressed I got madder +and madder. + +First there was the doctor, poking around in my mouth, stabbing my +eyes with a blinding beam of light, and prodding and squeezing my +body. It reminded me of the day I came to live with Max and I was +tempted to take a hunk out of this doctor's hand like I did the other +one. But Max was there and that stopped me. I didn't want to see the +hurt look that would come to his eyes every time I did something +wrong. + +After the doctor finished Max led me into a gleaming white room where +I was surrounded by a gushing mob of women dressed in white uniforms. +Their "Ohs!" and "Ahs!" and "Isn't he beautiful!"--I'm not beautiful +and I detest the description--put the finishing touch to what had once +been a wonderful day. I flopped to the floor, trying to ignore them. +Then, indignities of indignities, one of the "girls" tried to pick up +my eighty pounds of blue-gray masculinity. That was the last straw! + +I let out a deep-throated growl, and sprang clear of her encircling +arms. Fangs bared, ears flat against my head, I must have presented a +terrifying appearance to the women, because they fled to all corners +of the room, squealing and bleating like a bunch of sheep. + +For the fun of it, I made a short dash at the one who had tried to +pick me up. With a high-pitched scream she slumped to the floor in a +dead faint. I could hardly keep from laughing as I turned to search +for a new victim. About this time Max came barging through the door +and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, putting an end to my fun. He +wasn't mad, although he pretended to be, and I could detect the humor +in his voice while he scolded me. + +Back in the car again, Max roared with laughter while patting me on +the head and saying, "You old devil, you!" in that special way he has +when amused at something I've done. When he finally got control of +himself, he started the car and drove in the direction of the funny +smells. As the smells got stronger, I began to get uneasy. Looking at +Max, I sensed that he was uneasy too. "What was going on?" I wondered +as the car dipped down a ramp and entered a dimly lit cave where the +smells became overpowering. + +The cave was jammed with huge tank-trucks and that was where the +strange smells were coming from. I don't know what was in the trucks, +but Max said something about nitric acid and hydrozine fuel when he +noticed my interest in them. Leaving the car, we walked down a short +passage branching off the cave, climbed a couple flights of stairs and +emerged in the bright sunlight. I nearly yipped in surprise as I +caught sight of the over-grown thing beside me. It looked for all the +world like a giant cigar that had been cut in half and stood on end. +There were still three or four trucks around the base of the thing and +a kind of fear spread through my mind. The magic of the strange smells +was gone and here, at close quarters, the smell was raw and +uninviting. + + * * * * * + +Max led me to a group of men and they talked for a few minutes. I +didn't pay much attention to what they said until one of them, a big +man with a lot of stars on his shoulder, reached down and patted my +back. "Better get him loaded," said the Starman. "Only ten minutes +till blast-off." + +Max led me to a kind of open-air elevator and started up the side of +the gleaming monster. At the top Max put me into a padded cage inside +the cigar, fastened the straps, and patted me. Then he was gone and a +large door slid into place, leaving me in vile smelling, pitch +darkness. I lay there quietly, but the uneasy feeling kept getting +worse. A sudden hissing noise nearly scared me to death; then I +remembered my training. The hissing was only air, the same as had been +in the cage at home, and wouldn't hurt me. Even so, I struggled +against the straps, trying to reach them with my teeth. Nothing doing +and again I lay quiet--waiting. + +I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew my cage was +trembling violently and a powerful roaring dinned in my ears. This +lasted only a second, then something crushed my body flat in the cage. +My legs grew heavy and a racking, tearing pain ripped at my muscles. A +black film blotted out the lighter blackness of my cage. + +I don't know what happened in the interval, but when I came to the +roar was gone and my body felt like it was floating in the air. My +head felt swollen and I experienced some difficulty in swallowing. I +couldn't hear a thing except the hiss of air and I was suddenly +overcome by the feeling that I was a long way from home. + +Slowly I became aware that my body was regaining its weight. The cage +was becoming quite warm now and I licked my nose, wishing for a cold +drink of water. Suddenly I was jerked against the straps and I forgot +all about my other troubles. The jerks didn't hurt me as much as they +scared me. I had experienced somewhat the same thing when Max hit the +car brakes hard, but he wasn't here to pat me reassuringly. + +The cage was getting real hot now and the jerks were coming with +increasing frequency. The air had stopped too and I desperately wanted +a drink. The last thing I remember before the crash was wishing that +Max would open the door and let me out like he always had at home. + +Max's gentle voice sounded a long way off. "Good boy!" he kept +repeating. "Good boy!" I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes so +I just lay quietly and listened to the talk, thankful that the smell, +that had penetrated the entire day, was gone now. + +"I was afraid that those parachutes wouldn't cut the speed enough to +get him down alive," said the Starman who had patted my back earlier. + +"No sign of radiation," said a strange voice. "His blood count is +normal and he isn't hurt physically unless there are internal +injuries." + +"What about his weakness?" asked Max, patting me. + +"You'd be weak too, if you had been through the ordeal he has," said +Strange-voice. "He'll get over that soon and live to father a good +many space-puppies." + +Strange-voice was absolutely right in his forecast and it's with +pardonable fatherly pride that I lead each new family to the great +stone monument which reads: "_In honor of Rex, a German Shepherd dog, +who pioneered man's first flight into outer space._" + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32467.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32467.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..617f55d3f83e5153cb5a7c5bd8d65e87d6de51a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32467.txt @@ -0,0 +1,175 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Colin Bell and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +The MEDLEY. + +[Illustration] + +PORTLAND: BAILEY & NOYES + + + + +THE MEDLEY. + +[Illustration] + +PORTLAND: BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + +[Illustration] + +ANCHOR. + + +I love to look on an Anchor. Like a good friend who helps you in +trouble, it holds the ship steady in a storm. Its flukes sink deep into +the bottom of the sea, or cling to the rocks, and nothing but a great +storm can separate it from the cable which is fastened to the vessel. +Anchors are of solid iron and very heavy; and cables are made of hemp or +of iron chain. Large ships have four anchors, small vessels two. Hope is +called the anchor of the soul, because, as the ship is held by the +anchor which lies in the sea, so the soul is supported by Hope which is +cast in Heaven. + + + + +[Illustration] + +WIND-MILL. + + +The Wind-Mill has sails fixed to very long poles, and when the wind +blows strong, round go the wings. As the wings blow round, they carry +round a large stone inside the house; this stone rubs on top of another +mill-stone, and corn is put between them, which is thus broken and +ground into meal. We cannot eat corn till it is ground; but horses can. +Some mill-stones are likewise carried round by a stream of running +water, and some by the steam of boiling water. There are a number of +water-mills on the Mill-dam which leads from Boston to Roxbury. + +There is a wind-mill in Boston, which stands in Sea-street, near the new +bridge to South-Boston. + +There is a steam-mill next to the iron-works at South-Boston, which +grinds corn and grain. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +FLAG. + + +Here waves the Flag, which all nations respect. It is sometimes called +The Colours. In war, the soldiers carry a Flag waving over their heads, +to show, that, as long as it is raised, they are not beaten; and the +soldiers look to it as a place or rallying point where they must all +join if forced to separate. Flags are hoisted on a ship's mast to tell +to what nation she belongs, and every nation has a different one. The +American Flag has thirteen stripes, to show how many States first formed +the United States, and it has as many stars as there are States at this +time. + + + + +[Illustration] + +TENT + + +Did you ever see a tent? This sort of house is common in warm climates. +The Israelites, of whom you read in the bible, lived in tents forty +years. Soldiers live in tents, when they march from home; and at night +they take the canvass out of their waggons or baggage-carts, and pitch +the tents in any convenient field. Four soldiers live in one tent, and +lie upon clean straw, taking their knapsacks for pillows. Their guns and +their swords are hung around overhead. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +CANNON. + + +When the cannon is fired only for the purpose of noise, no ball is put +in; nothing but powder and the wad. On Washington's birth-day, on the +fourth day of July, and on some training days, cannon are used to make a +noise, and the louder it is so much the better. Never be afraid of the +cannon noise when there is no ball to hurt you. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CLOCK. + + +You all know what a clock is, and how it strikes every hour. One, two, +three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. It then +begins one again, and so goes on, and has no end. In the middle of the +day it strikes twelve, and in the middle of the night also. When it +strikes five in summer mornings, then you must rise. When it strikes +seven in winter mornings, then you must rise; at eight, eat breakfast; +dine at two; and sup at five; go to bed at eight; sleep whilst the clock +ticks all night, and wake in the morning to hear it strike again. + + + + +[Illustration] + +BARGE. + + +[Illustration] + +A Barge is a large boat driven along with oars, and rowed by eight or +ten men, with one man at the helm to steer her course through the sea. +It belongs to a ship of war, or to a fort, and is used for the purpose +of carrying officers to the shore. The barge has what is called a round +house, on her quarter deck to keep off the hot sun or the rain. How +sweet, in a calm day, to sail on the water, feeling the soft wind +blowing health and cheerfulness into our cheeks! But many accidents +happen on the water through carelessness. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32468.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32468.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f8c346cde81fba1fd729910a5e81a35aa7686b3a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32468.txt @@ -0,0 +1,254 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + The Last of Mrs. DeBrugh + + By H. SIVIA + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales October +1937. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: _Mr. DeBrugh was dead, but he still regarded his promise as a +sacred duty to be carried out.+] + + +"Letty," Mr. DeBrugh remarked between long puffs on his meerschaum, +"you've been a fine maid. You've served Mrs. DeBrugh and me for most of +fifteen years. Now I haven't much more time in this life, and I want you +to know that after Mrs. DeBrugh and I are gone, you will be well taken +care of." + +Letty stopped her dusting of the chairs in Mr. DeBrugh's oak-paneled +study. She sighed and turned toward the man, who sat on a heavy sofa, +puffing on his pipe and gazing across the room into nothingness. + +"You mustn't talk that way, Mr. DeBrugh," she said. "You know you're a +long time from the dark ways yet." She paused, and then went on dusting +and talking again. "And me--humph--I've only done what any ordinary +human would do to such a kind employer as you, sir. Especially after all +you've done for me." + +He didn't say anything, and she went on with her work. Of course she +liked to work for him. She had adored the kindly old man since first she +had met him in an agency fifteen years before. A person couldn't ask for +a better master. + +But there was the mistress, Mrs. DeBrugh! It was she who gave Letty +cause for worry. What with her nagging tongue and her sharp rebukes, it +was a wonder Letty had not quit long before. + +She would have quit, too, but there had been the terrible sickness she +had undergone and conquered with the aid of the ablest physicians Mr. +DeBrugh could engage. She couldn't quit after that, no matter what +misery Mrs. DeBrugh heaped on her. And so she went about her work at all +hours, never tiring, always striving to please. + +She left the study, closing the great door silently behind her, for old +Mr. DeBrugh had sunk deeper into the sofa, into the realms of peaceful +sleep, and she did not wish to disturb him. + +"Letty!" came the shrill cry of Mrs. DeBrugh from down the hall. "Get +these pictures and take them to the attic at once. And tell Mr. DeBrugh +to come here." + +Letty went for the pictures. + +"Mr. DeBrugh is asleep," she said, explaining why she was not obeying +the last command. + +"Well, I'll soon fix that! Lazy old man! Sleeps all day with that smelly +pipe between his teeth. If he had an ounce of pep about him, he'd get +out and work the flowers. Sleeps too much anyway. Not good for him." + +She stamped out of the room and down the hall, and Letty heard her open +the door of the study and scream at her husband. + +"Hector DeBrugh! Wake up!" + +There was a silence, during which Letty wondered what was going on. Then +she heard the noisy clop-clop of Mrs. DeBrugh's slippers on the hardwood +floor of the study, and she knew the woman was going to shake the +daylights out of Mr. DeBrugh and frighten him into wakefulness. She +could even imagine she heard Mrs. DeBrugh grasp the lapels of her +husband's coat and shake him back and forth against the chair. + +Then she heard the scream. It came quite abruptly from Mrs. DeBrugh in +the study, and it frightened Letty out of her wits momentarily. After +that there was the thud of a falling body and the clatter of an upset +piece of furniture. + +Letty hurried out of the room into the hall and through the open door of +the study. She saw Mrs. DeBrugh slumped on the floor in a faint, and +beside her an upset ash-tray. But her eyes did not linger on the woman, +nor the tray. Instead, they focussed on the still form of Mr. DeBrugh in +the sofa. + +He was slumped down, his head twisted to one side and his mouth hanging +open from the shaking Mrs. DeBrugh had given him. The meerschaum had +slipped from between his teeth, and the cold ashes were scattered on his +trousers. + +Even then, before the sea of tears began to flow from her eyes, Letty +knew the old man was dead. She knew what he had meant by the speech he +had said to her only a few minutes before. + + * * * * * + +"His heart," was the comment of the doctor who arrived a short time +later and pronounced the old man dead. "He had to go. Today, tomorrow. +Soon." + +After that, he put Mrs. DeBrugh to bed and turned to Letty. + +"Mrs. DeBrugh is merely suffering from a slight shock. There is nothing +more that I can do. When she awakens, see that she stays in bed. For the +rest of the day." + +He left then, and Letty felt a strange coldness about the place, +something that had not been there while Mr. DeBrugh was alive. + +She went downstairs and made several telephone calls which she knew +would be necessary. Later, when Mrs. DeBrugh was feeling better, other +arrangements could be made. + +She straightened the furniture in the study, pushing the familiar sofa +back in place, from where Mr. DeBrugh invariably moved it. Then she +knocked the ashes from the meerschaum, wiped it off, and placed it +carefully in the little glass cabinet on the wall where he always kept +it. + +Times would be different now, she knew. She remembered what he had said. +"You will be well taken care of." But there had been something else. +"After _Mrs. DeBrugh+ and I are gone." + +Letty could no longer hold back the tears. She fell into a chair and +they poured forth. + +But time always passes, and with it goes a healing balm for most all +sorrows. First there was the funeral. Then came other arrangements. And +there was the will, which Mrs. DeBrugh never mentioned. + +His things would have fallen into decay but for the hands of Letty. +Always her dust-cloth made his study immaculate. Always the sofa was in +place and the pipe, clean and shining, in the cabinet. + +There was a different hardness about Mrs. DeBrugh. No longer was she +content with driving Letty like a slave day in and day out. She became +even more unbearable. + +There were little things, like taking away her privilege of having +Saturday afternoons off. And the occasional "forgetting" of Letty's +weekly pay. + +Once Letty thought of leaving during the night, of packing her few +clothes and going for ever from the house. But that was foolish. There +was no place to go, and she was getting too old for maid service. + +Besides, hadn't Mr. DeBrugh said she would be taken care of. "After +_Mrs. DeBrugh+ and I are gone." Perhaps she would not live much longer. + +And then one morning Mrs. DeBrugh called Letty in to talk with her. It +was the hour Letty had been awaiting--and dreading. + +There was a harsh, gloating tone in Mrs. DeBrugh's voice as she spoke. +She was the master now. There was no Hector to think of. + +"Letty," she said, "for some time now I have been considering closing +the house. I'm lonely here. I intend to go to the city and live with my +sister. So, you see, I shan't be needing you any longer. I'll be leaving +within the next two days. I'm sorry." + +Letty was speechless. She had expected something terrible, but not this. +This wasn't so! Mrs. DeBrugh was lying! It was the will she was afraid +of. Letty remembered Mr. DeBrugh's promise. + +She did not complain, however. Her only words were, "I'll leave +tomorrow." + +That night she packed her things. She had no definite plans, but she +hoped something would turn up. + + * * * * * + +Sleep would not come easy, so Letty lay in bed and thought of old Mr. +DeBrugh. She imagined he was before her in the room, reclining on the +sofa, puffing long on the meerschaum. She even saw in fancy the curling +wisps of gray smoke drifting upward, upward.... + +It was sleep. Then, with a start, she was suddenly wide awake. + +She had surely heard a scream. But no. + +And then, as soft and as silent as the night wind, came the whisper: +"Letty." + +It drifted slowly off into silence, and a cool breeze crossed her brow. +She suddenly felt wet with perspiration. She listened closely, but the +whisper was not repeated. + +Then, noiselessly, she got out of bed, stepped into slippers, and drew a +robe about her. Just as silently she left her room and walked down the +hall to Mrs. DeBrugh's bedroom. + +She rapped softly on the door, fearing the wrath of the woman within at +being awakened in the middle of the night. There was no answer, no sound +from inside the room. + +Letty hesitated, wondering what to do. And once more she felt that cool, +death-like breeze, and heard the faintest of whispers, fainter even than +the sighing of the night wind: "Letty." + +She opened the door and switched on the light. Mrs. DeBrugh lay in the +bed as in sleep, but Letty knew, as she had known about Mr. DeBrugh, +that it was more than sleep. + +She quickly called the doctor, and sometime much later he arrived, his +eyes heavy from lack of sleep. + +"Dead," he remarked, after looking at the body. "Probably had a shock. +Fright, nightmare, or something her heart couldn't stand. I always +thought she would have died first." + +Letty walked slowly from the room, down the stairs, still in her robe +and slippers. The doctor followed and passed her, going through the door +into the outside. + +She walked, as though directed by some unseen force, into Mr. DeBrugh's +study. She switched on a lamp beside the sofa on which he had always +sat; and she noticed that it was moved slightly out of place. + +There was something else about the room, some memory of old days. First +she saw some sort of legal document on the table and wondered at its +being there. The title said: _Last Will and Testament of Hector A. +DeBrugh+. It was brief. She read it through and found that Mr. DeBrugh +had spoken truthfully in his promise to her. + +Beside the will on the table was another object, and she knew then what +the "something else" in the room was. + +The meerschaum! It lay there beside the document, and a thin spiral of +grayish smoke rose upward from it toward the ceiling. + +No longer did Letty wonder about anything. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32469.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32469.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aabedc836e3b11ec8bfcc9bc6c172a464113131d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32469.txt @@ -0,0 +1,247 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + Here Lies + + By H. W. GUERNSEY + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales October +1937. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: _An ironic little story about a practical communist who +taught his friend when to take him seriously_] + + +Chauncey knocked the dottle out of his corncob and briefly startled Old +Shep by inquiring unemotionally, "Will you never finish that blasted +stick?" + +Which in Old Chauncey was tantamount to fury. Words being precious +things, both old boys hoarded every syllable; Shep tightened his +leathery lips and with the scalpel-point of the knife flicked away a +mote of pine. Each link of the chain he was whittling from that +interminable stick of soft pine resembled ivory in its satin finish. He +might produce one link in a day or let it require a full week. No hurry. +The current chain numbered four hundred and seventy-two links. A +masterpiece. + +Under Shep's surreptitious scrutiny, Old Chauncey stood erect +purposefully and stalked to the woodpile. There a fat log stood on end. +With one swift, seemingly effortless stroke of the ax he cleft the log +in two, spat explosively and hiked into the house wagging his jaw. + +The log-built house, a jewel of conscientious carpentry, stood on the +wooded elevation called St. Paul's Hill, near town. On the side hill one +hundred and twenty feet below stood another log-built affair, formerly +the ice-house. Since Old Shep had become Chauncey's permanent guest, +this structure had been equipped with furnishings as complete and +comfortable as the house, including plumbing. So there was no reason for +Shep to hang around Old Chauncey's kitchen. + +The housekeeper, Celia Lilleoden, performed the chores incidental to +both houses with such easy efficiency that old Chauncey was repeatedly +reminded of his bachelorhood. From continually sunning themselves behind +the kitchen like two old snakes the men had acquired a wrinkled +black-walnut finish, but Celia still retained the firm, buxom ripeness +of an apple. + +As a practical communist Old Chauncey kept his latch-key out by +inclination. His generosity was limitless. + +Thus, Old Shep did not have to ask for anything he wanted. It was share +and share alike. + +For example, he charged tobacco to Old Chauncey's account at the store +in town. He always had. If he preferred a grade of tobacco superior to +what Old Chauncey himself used, such was his privilege. A plug is a +plug. + +Shep and Chauncey once had occupied the same double desk of raw +cherrywood in the schoolhouse which was now a weedy hill of rubble and +rotten wood a half-mile out on the backroad. + +Besides words, Old Shep hoarded tobacco plugs in case the cause of +communism ever collapsed. + +In accordance with this scheme of living, Old Chauncey gradually became +accustomed to being spared the nuisance of opening the occasional letter +he received from another old soldier in Sackett's Harbor, New York. At +first Shep had gone to the trouble of sneaking the mail down to the +ice-house and steaming it open. But currently the mail arrived slit open +without any subterfuge. The knife, incidentally, was the better of Old +Chauncey's two. Shep had borrowed it, knowing that in communism there +can be no Indian giving. + +On one occasion Chauncey accosted Old Shep behind the kitchen with a +crumpled letter in his fingers. + +"Shep," he suggested casually, "I wish you'd slit my letters open at the +top instead of an end. It wouldn't bunch the writing up so much when you +shove it back inside." + +"Chauncey," Old Shep replied tremblingly, "you're not serious with me, +are you? If you want to keep secrets from your old crony, why, you just +tell me seriously not to open those letters any more and I won't." + +It used to give Chauncey a funny feeling when Old Shep talked like that. + + * * * * * + +Of a somnolent summer morning while Chauncey was scrubbing his long +yellow teeth he glimpsed blurred movement through the starched white +bathroom curtain. Tweaking the curtain somewhat aside he witnessed Old +Shep scampering down the side hill to the ice-house with a load of +kindling in his arms. + +"I'll be dog-goned," swore Old Chauncey with toothpaste foam dribbling +down his chin. "He complains he can't do his chopping on account of his +rheumatism, and look at the old turkey go! I see where I chop kindling +for both of us from now on." + +When Old Shep showed up to get in a few licks of whittling before +breakfast, Chauncey inquired, "How's that rheumatism?" + +"Fierce, Chauncey. I'm getting mighty creaky." + +"Well, help yourself to my kindling, Shep. Long as I _know_ where it's +disappearing to, I don't give a durn." + +"Thanks, Chauncey; thanks! I knew you'd feel that way." + +The bacon, eggs, and delicately crusty fried potatoes hit the palate so +ambrosially that, after breakfast, Chauncey was seduced into the +disastrous error of mentioning to Shep the chances of marrying Miss +Lilleoden: error, for it was only human nature to covet the goods which +another man prized most. + +Thenceforward Old Shep neglected his whittling or idled awkwardly with +it in the kitchen, where a housekeeper spends most of her time. Chauncey +observed blackly that Old Shep had a cunning way with him, too. + +"Durn it," Chauncey ruminated dismally, "everything I want, he gets. If +I tell him to stay away from her he won't take me seriously. The old +hoodoo always has his way. Anyhow, his durned whittling is out of my +sight." + + * * * * * + +Befell a morning when Old Shep didn't appear, and Chauncey found him +stretched out stiff half-way down the side hill. In Shep's vulturine +right fist was clenched a small crumple of bills. This pilfering had +occurred with such regularity that the companion of Chauncey's childhood +had accumulated just about enough to get started with Celia Lilleoden. + +Chauncey asked the coroner, a glistening little round man like a wet +dumpling, "Is he dead?" + +"Of course he's dead," said the coroner. "Obviously." + +"He has no kin," Celia reminded Old Chauncey in her slow, soft +contralto. + +"I'll do him one more favor," Chauncey offered unblinkingly. "He can +have my lot in the cemet'ry." + +The lot in Dream Hill Cemetery measured eight feet long, five feet wide +and ten feet deep, meaning that it had been excavated and ready for +occupancy these past five years. The walls were common brick. On the +floor was a stone bed to lie on. Whimsically Chauncey had also installed +a small table furnished with a tobacco bag and pipe, matches, an alarm +clock with an illuminated dial, and an ashtray. And a thick, plumber's +candle. The old pagan! + +Anchored in the foot-wall of this cell, ladder-like, were iron rungs +which had enabled him on past occasions to descend and inspect his +subterranean property; as, on this occasion, he made the trip to deposit +Shep's unfinished wooden chain. + +The stone slab sealing the cell had long been cut with the dangerous +advertisement: + + HERE LIES CHAUNCEY + D'AUTREVILLE WHOSE WORLDLY + GOODS WERE ANY MAN'S FOR + THE ASKING. + +Naturally, a new inscription had to be chiseled. + +"But there ain't any more room in that piece, Chauncey," the +stone-cutter objected. "You want 'nother stone." + +"Turn it upside down and cut it in the bottom," Old Chauncey directed. +"With that topside staring him in the face, he'll have something to read +in the hereafter." + +The underside, becoming the face, carried the inscription: + + HERE LIES SHEPARD + FRANKENFIELD WHO FEELS + NO ANXIETY FOR THE FUTURE + NOR REGRET FOR THE PAST. + +On the day preceding Old Shep's interment, Old Chauncey paid a visit to +the nearest justice of the peace with Celia Lilleoden and no one thought +it was in the least peculiar. As Chauncey balanced accounts with +himself, the state would otherwise inherit his property eventually, as +was right, but he wished to insure Celia's staying on as his +housekeeper, in which capacity she beggared superlatives. + +While four huskies furnished by the undertaker replaced the granite +sheet over the brick chamber, Old Chauncey recollected the particulars +of a certain fit of Shep's, dating about five years before, shortly +before Celia. That catalepsy, or whatever it was, had gripped Shep as +though in death for nearly three days until Old Chauncey had thought of +making a brassy rumpus next to his ear with the big dinner bell. The +alarm clock in the subterranean mausoleum was set for eleven o'clock, +terminating a like period of time, when Old Shep might be expected to +wake up and yawn in the hereafter. Just a whim of Chauncey's, since the +coroner had pronounced Old Shep indisputably defunct. + +Late that night Celia surmised worriedly that her absent husband might +be visiting the tomb of his lifelong crony, and there he was in the +sickly forest of tombstones, hunkering down on Shep's horizontal +tombstone like a boy watching a game of marbles. + +But he was listening, not watching. He knocked again on the slab with +his bony knuckles, cocked his head. Listening for the response while the +lazy breeze lifted his silken gray hair in the starry cave of night, he +asked, "Cele, do you hear him down there?" + +Celia's gentle mind recoiled from the idea that the dead might rise in +answer to a human summons. The stoically restrained grief for his +departed friend must have touched her husband somewhat in the head. + +On the fifth night Chauncey observed, "That Old Shep's ghost must be +getting tuckered out." + +Celia decided that there was a limit to indulgence. + +"Chauncey," she ordered firmly, "you mustn't come down here any more. +You'll be taking pneumonia." + +He accepted the order without protest. + +"Maybe _that_," he commented to the frankly puzzled Mrs. Old Chauncey, +"will teach the old grasshopper when to take a man seriously." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32476.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32476.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0e275140bb987475e15d1dd6f52f6f2e73fc07f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32476.txt @@ -0,0 +1,265 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Colin Bell, Andrew Chesley and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + THE + TWELVE MONTHS + OF THE + YEAR; + + _With a Picture for each Month._ + + Adapted to Northern Latitudes. + + [Illustration] + + PORTLAND: + BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + + THE + TWELVE MONTHS + OF THE + YEAR; + + _With a Picture for each Month_ + + Adapted to Northern Latitudes. + + [Illustration] + + PORTLAND: + BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Should you like to read something about the months of the year? "How +many months are there?" "Twelve." "How many days are there in each +month?" + + Thirty days hath September, + April, June, and November; + February hath twenty-eight alone, + And all the rest have thirty one; + Except in leap-year, then's the time + That February hath twenty-nine. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_January._--Now the weather is very cold. There are no leaves upon the +trees. The ground is frozen quite hard. Perhaps it is covered with snow. +Every thing looks very cold and comfortless. A little boy or girl, when +out of humor, reminds me of this month. Bring plenty of wood and make a +good fire, that we may warm ourselves. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_February_ is a cold month, but the days are getting longer. Now the +crocuses and snow-drops begin to appear. When little boys and girls have +been naughty, how pleasant it is to see them begin to be good again! +Remember, the crocuses and snow-drops do not make themselves grow: it is +God that causes them to grow. So we must look to him to enable us to be +good. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_March._--The wind blows very hard. Mind it does not blow you away. See, +that tree has been blown down. Job says that God is angry with the +wicked, and that they are as stubble before the wind. Do you recollect +that the winds and the sea obeyed Jesus, and were still when he bade +them? He can still our angry passions as easily as he did the winds and +waves. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_April._--The spring is come; the trees are in blossom; the leaves +begin to appear. The birds sing merrily, and every thing looks cheerful. +Now you may work in your gardens. Do you not like to see a garden neat +and free from weeds? It is very pleasant to see children free from bad +habits and naughty ways. + + + The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich and he addeth no sorrow + with it. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_May._--This is a very pleasant month: now there are a great many +flowers. Little girls are fond of swinging. I hope they will not disobey +their parents. Little boys and girls often get hurt when they are +disobedient to their parents. They forget that the Bible says, "Children +obey your parents." + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_June_.--Now it is time to cut the grass and make hay. It is very +pleasant to go and help. See how soon the grass withers after it is cut. +"In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up, in the evening it is cut +down and withereth." Little children often seem very well, but on a +sudden they are taken ill, and die;--they are compared to grass and +flowers. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_July._--It is very hot, and the animals retire to the shade. Now you +must water your garden: if you do not, your plants will die. Are you +fond of strawberries and currants? They are now ripe, but do not eat +them without leave. + + Our father ate forbidden fruit, + And from his glory fell; + And we, his children, thus were brought + To death, and near to hell. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_August._--The grain begins to ripen. Now the farmer sends his men with +their sickles, and they reap it; it is then tied up in sheaves and +carried to the barn. Do you recollect the parable about the wheat and +the tares? Matthew, 13. Christ compares those who love him to wheat: +they will go to heaven. The wicked are compared to tares: they are to be +punished. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_September._--It is time to gather the apples and pears. You may get a +basket, and pick up those that fall down. Christ said, "By their fruits +ye shall know them;" he then spoke of peoples actions. We know whether +little children are good or naughty, by what they do. + + + The labor of the righteous tendeth to life; the fruit of the wicked + to sin. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_October._--The leaves are falling off the trees. The days are now a +great deal shorter than they were. The grapes are ripe; it is time to +gather them. Christ compared himself to a vine, and his disciples to the +branches. Remember that it is to him we are to look for grace and +strength, to enable us to do what pleases him. The branches will not +bring forth fruit if they are parted from the vine. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_November._--Now the weather is dark and dismal; you must amuse yourself +in doors. When you are tired of playing, come and sit down and read a +little. Here is a pretty picture book to look at. It is about the +"Histories in the Bible." I do not know any picture book with half so +many pretty pictures as those which are taken from the Bible. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +_December._--Now dreary winter reigns, and the year comes to its solemn +close. All the sins we have committed, this year against God, and all we +have done in obedience to his commands, are now written down in his +book. So our life will soon close; and we must then appear before God in +judgment, and render up our account for all the deeds done in the body, +whether they be good, or whether they be evil. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +I dare say you have read in your Testament, that Christ came down from +heaven to save sinners, and that all have sinned. He has promised to +hear all who call upon him. We cannot be happy unless we love him. Our +hearts are inclined to evil by nature, so that we do not like to hear +about him, unless he causes us to love him. Pray, then, that he would, +by the power of his Holy Spirit, enable you to love and serve him in +early youth. + + + + + A B C D E F + G H I J K L + M N O P Q R + S T U V W X + Y Z &. + + 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 + 9 0 + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Twelve Months of the Year, by Unknown + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32484.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32484.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..eda44435b051b4d509658fd6fdcccfbaac2c287d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32484.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + MOON GLOW + + By G. L. VANDENBURG + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories November +1958. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + + _That first trip to the moon has been the subject of many stories. + Mr. Vandenburg has come up with as novel a twist as we've ever read._ + + _And it could happen._ + + +The Ajax XX was the first American space craft to make a successful +landing on the moon. She had orbited the Earth's natural satellite for a +day and a half before making history. The reason for orbiting was +important. The Russians had been boasting for a number of years that +they would be first. Captain Junius Robb, U.S.A.F., had orders to +investigate before and after landing. + +The moon's dark side was explored, due to the unknown hazards involved, +during the orbiting process. More thorough investigation was possible on +the moon's familiar side. The results seemed to be incontrovertible. +Captain Junius Robb and his crew of four were the first humans to tread +the ashes of the long dead heavenly body. The Russians, for all their +boasts, had never come near the place. + +The Ajax XX stood tall and gaunt and mighty, framed against the +forbidding blackness of space. Captain Robb had maneuvered her down to +the middle of an immense crater, which the crew came to nickname "the +coliseum without seats." + +Robb had orders not to leave the ship. Consequently, the crew of four +scrupulously chosen, well-integrated men split into two groups of two. +For three days they labored at gathering specimens, conducting countless +tests and piling up as much data as time and weight would allow. Captain +Robb kept them well reminded of the weight problem attached to the +return trip. + +Near the end of the third day Captain Robb contacted his far flung crew +members over helmet intercom. He ordered them back to the Ajax XX for a +briefing session. + +Soon the men entered the ship. They were hot, uncomfortable and +exhausted. Once back on Earth they could testify that there was nothing +romantic about a thirty-five-pound pressure suit. + + * * * * * + +Hamston, the rocket expert, summed it up: "With that damn bulb over his +skull a man is helpless to remove a single bead of perspiration. He +could easily develop into a raving maniac." + +Robb held his meeting in the control room. "You have eight hours to +finish your work, gentlemen. We're blasting off at 0900." + +"I beg your pardon, Captain," said Kingsley, the young man in charge of +radio operation, "but what about Washington? They haven't made contact +yet and I thought--" + +"I talked with Washington an hour ago!" + +A modest cheer of approval went up from the crew members. + +"Well, why didn't you say so before!" said Anderson, the first officer. + +Robb explained. "It seems _their_ equipment has been haywire for two +days, they haven't been able to get through." + +"How do you like that!" cracked Farnsworth, the astrogator. "We're two +hundred and forty thousand miles off the Earth and our equipment works +fine. They have all the comforts of Earth down at headquarters and they +can't repair radio transmission for two days!" + +The men laughed. + +"Gentlemen," Robb continued, "every radio and TV network in the country +was hooked up to the chief's office in Washington. I not only talked to +General Lovett, I spoke to the whole damn country." + +The men could not contain their excitement. The captain received a +verbal pelting of stored-up questions. + +"Did you get word to my family, Captain?" asked Kingsley. + +"I hope you told them we're physically sound, Captain," said Farnsworth. +"I have a fiancee that'll never forgive me if anything happens to me--" + +"What's the reaction like around the country--" + +"Have the Russians had anything to say yet--" + +"Ha! I'll bet they're sore as hell--" + +"Do you think the army would mind if I hand in my resignation?" +Kingsley's remark brought vigorous applause from the others. + +Captain Robb held up his hand for silence. "Hold on! Hold on! First of +all, General Lovett has personally contacted relatives and told them +we're all physically and mentally sound. Secondly, you'd better get set +to receive the biggest damn welcome in history. The general says half +the nation has invaded Florida for the occasion." + +"Tell them we're not coming back," snapped Kingsley, "until the Florida +Tourist Bureau gives us a cut." + +"Kingsley, the President has declared a national holiday. We'll all be +able to write our own ticket." + +"Yes," Anderson put in, "to hell with the Florida Tourist Bureau!" + +Captain Robb said, "We'll be so sick of parades we'll wish we'd stayed +in this God forsaken place." + +"Not me," boasted Farnsworth. "I'm ready for a parade in my honor any +old time. The sooner the better." + +"Oh, and about the Russians," said Captain Robb, smiling. "There's been +nothing but a steady stream of 'no comment' out of the Kremlin since we +landed here." + +"Right now," said Hamston, "it's probably high noon for every scientist +behind the iron curtain." + +"I wonder how they plan to talk their way out of this one?" asked +Farnsworth. + +"Gentlemen, I'd like to go on talking about the welcome we're going to +receive, but I think we'd better take first things first. Before there +can be a welcome we have to get back. And we still have work to do +before we start." + +"What about souvenirs, Captain?" asked Farnsworth. + +Robb pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Yes, I guess there is a matter of +souvenirs, isn't there." + +The others detected a note of disturbance in the way the captain spoke. + +Kingsley asked, "Is anything wrong, Captain?" + +Robb laughed with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "Nothing is wrong, +Kingsley. The fact is we've taken on enough additional weight here to +give us some concern on the return trip." He paused to study the faces +of his men. They were disappointed. "But," he added emphatically, "I +seem to remember promising something about souvenirs--and I guess a man +can't travel five hundred thousand miles without something to show for +it. I'll get together with Hamston and work out something. But remember +that weight problem. First trouble we encounter on the return trip and a +souvenir will be our number one expendable." + +The crew was more than happy with Robb's compromise. Robb went into a +huddle with Hamston, the rocket expert. When he emerged he informed the +crew that each man would be permitted one souvenir which must not exceed +two pounds. He allowed them four hours to find whatever they wanted. The +men got back into their pressure suits and left the ship. + + * * * * * + +Captain Junius Robb stood outside the Ajax XX. His eyes scanned the +great circular plain that stretched for fifty miles in all directions. +The distant jagged rises of the crater's rim resembled the lower half of +a gigantic bear trap. + +The moon in all its splendor--wasn't there a song that went something +like that?--the moon in all its splendor, or lack of it was Robb's mute +opinion. The scientists, as usual, were right about the place. To all +intents and purposes the moon was as dead as The Roman Empire. True they +had found scattered vegetation; there were even two or three volcanoes +spewing carbonic acid, but they spewed it as though it were life's last +breath. + +Nothing more. The fires of the moon had given way to soft lifeless +ashes. + +Robb was glad he had allowed the men to look for souvenirs. After all, +it wasn't a hell of a lot to ask for. A man could cut press clippings +and collect medals and frame citations; and probably these things would +impress grandchildren someday. But it seemed that nothing would be quite +as effective as for a man to be able to produce something tangible, an +authentic piece of the moon itself. + +Captain Robb had always tried to be a humble man. He recalled an +interview held by the three wire services a week before take-off. One of +the reporters had asked the obvious question, "Why do you want to go to +the moon?" He could have given all of the high sounding, aesthetic +reasons, but instead his answer was indirect, given with a modest smile. +"To get to the other side, I guess," he had told them. + +Like the chicken crossing the road, that was how simple and +uncomplicated Robb's life had been. But now he stood, his feet spread +apart, beside his mighty ship, a quarter of a million miles away from +home. He was the first! And he could not fight back the feeling of pride +and accomplishment that welled in him. The word "first" in this instance +conjured up names like Balboa, Columbus, Peary, Magellan--and Junius +Robb. + +The crew members deserved the hero's welcome they would receive. They +could have the banquets, parades and honorary degrees. But it was Junius +Robb who had commanded the flight. It would be Junius Robb's name for +the history books. + +He wouldn't be needing any souvenirs. + + * * * * * + +Kingsley and Anderson were the first to return. They both carried small +leather bags. Inside the ship they revealed the contents to Robb. He +examined them carefully. + +Kingsley had found an uncommonly large patch of brownish vegetation. He +had torn away a sizeable chunk and placed it in the bag. "Who knows?" he +shrugged. "I might be able to cultivate it." + +"Or let it play the lead in a science fiction movie," snapped Anderson. + +The first officer's bag contained a piece of one of the smaller craters. +It had no immediately discernable value. It was Anderson's intention to +polish it up and put some kind of a metal plaque on it. + +Four more hours went by and there was no sign of Farnsworth or Hamston. +Robb began to worry. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to +either of the two men. He waited another half hour, then ordered Kinsley +and Anderson to put on their pressure suits and go look for the two +missing crew members. + +The search was avoided as Farnsworth entered the ship dragging Hamston +behind him. + +"What happened!" yelled Robb. + +Farnsworth began the job of getting out of his pressure suit. "I don't +know. Hamston's sick as a dog. I checked every inch of his suit and +couldn't find anything out of order." + +Robb bent over the prone rocket expert. Hamston looked up at him with +half-opened eyes and an insipid grin on his face. He mumbled something +about "a fine state of affairs." + +They removed Hamston's suit and placed his limp frame on a bunk. Robb +examined him for forty minutes. + +He reached the curious conclusion that Hamston was as fit as a fiddle. + +The rocket expert fell asleep. Robb and the rest of the crew prepared to +blast off. + + * * * * * + +The Ajax XX thrust itself through space, halfway back to its home +planet. + +The excitement of her crew members grew with every passing second. In +his concern over Hamston, Farnsworth had forgotten about his souvenir. +He now opened his bag and displayed it before the others. + +"What is it?" asked Kingsley. + +"Dust!" was Farnsworth's proud reply. + +"What the hell you going to do with dust?" + +"Maybe you don't know it but this is going to be the most valuable dust +on the face of the Earth! Do you realize what I can get for an ounce of +this stuff?" + +"What's anybody want to buy dust for?" + +"Souvenirs, man, souvenirs!" + +Farnsworth asked to see what Kingsley and Anderson had picked up. The +two men obliged. For the next hour the three men and Robb discussed the +mementoes and their possible uses on Earth. + +Then Anderson said, "I sure wouldn't turn down about a gallon of good +Kentucky whiskey right now!" + +Robb laughed. "We did enough sweating on the way. You wouldn't want to +sweat out the trip back on a belly full of booze." + +"That may be a better idea than you think it is, Captain." + +The four men turned to find Hamston sitting up on his bunk. + +"Hamston!" Robb exclaimed, "how do you feel?" + +"Terrible." + +"What happened to you?" asked Kingsley. + +Hamston stared at each man individually. He took a deep breath and his +cheeks puffed up as he let it out slowly. "Well, I guess you'd better +know now." + +Robb frowned. "What do you mean?" + +"Farnsworth and I separated after we got about four miles from the ship. +I thought I saw something that looked like a cave. I figured I might +find something interesting there to take back with me. So I told +Farnsworth I'd keep radio contact with him and off I went." + +"Did you find a cave?" Robb wanted to know. + +"No, it was just a big indentation in the wall of the crater. I threw +some light on it and found it to be ten or fifteen feet deep." He paused +as though not sure of what to say next. + +"So?" + +"So that's where I found my souvenir." + +"Well, let's see it!" said Anderson. + +Hamston opened his leather bag. The object he removed rendered the crew +weak in the knees. He said, "We can have that drink, Anderson, but I +don't think we'll enjoy it." + +He poured them each a shot from a half-filled bottle of Vodka. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32504.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32504.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00eaaa6b478135edaf068b9a23e349fb39c01d32 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32504.txt @@ -0,0 +1,308 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Juliet Sutherland and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +[Illustration: Front Cover] + + + + + + +All About The Three Little Pigs + + + + +DEDICATED TO THE NICEST CHILD IN THE WHOLE WORLD, + ____________________ + + +Printed in U. S. A. + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + + + +ALL ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE PIGS + +PICTURED BY DICK HARTLEY AND L. KIRBY-PARRISH + + + NEW YORK + CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY. + + + + + The All About Series + + _Price per volume, 35 Cents_ + + + "ALL ABOUT PETER RABBIT." By Beatrix Potter. + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT THE THREE BEARS." + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE PIGS." + Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. + + "ALL ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT CINDERELLA." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE SMALL RED HEN." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT LITTLE BLACK SAMBO." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT HANSEL AND GRETHEL." + Pictured by John B. Gruelle. + + "ALL ABOUT THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS." + Pictured by Gladys Hall. + + CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY New York + + Copyright, 1914, by Cupples & Leon Company + + _All About the Three Pigs_ + + + + +ALL ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE PIGS + + +[Illustration] + +Once upon a time there was an old pig with three little pigs, and, +as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their +fortunes. + +[Illustration] + +The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to +him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;" which the +man did, and the little pig built a house with it. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Presently a wolf came along and knocked at the door, and said, "Little +pig, little pig, let me come in!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +To which the pig answered, "No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!" + +This made the wolf angry, and he said, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, +and I'll blow your house in!" + +So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the +little pig. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The second little pig met a man who was chopping wood, and said, +"Please, man, give me some of that wood to build me a house;" which +the man did, and the pig built his house with it. + +[Illustration] + +Then along came the wolf, and said: + +"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" + +"No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!" + +"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in!" + +[Illustration] + +So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, and at last +he blew the house down and then ate up the little pig. + +The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, "Please, +man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man gave him +the bricks, and he built his house with them. + +[Illustration] + +Then the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said, +"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" + +"No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." + +Well, he huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and puffed, and he puffed +and huffed; but he could not get the house down. + +[Illustration] + +When he found that he could not with all his huffing and puffing, blow +the house down, he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field +of turnips." + +[Illustration] + +"Where?" said the little pig. + +[Illustration] + +"Oh, in Mr. Smith's homefield, and if you will be ready to-morrow +morning, I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some +for dinner." + +[Illustration] + +"Very well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you +mean to go?" + +"Oh, at six o'clock." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf +came--which he did about six--and said, "Little pig, are you ready?" + +The little pig said, "Ready! I have been, and come back again, and got +a nice potful for dinner!" + +[Illustration] + +The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought he would be up to the +little pig somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know where there +is a nice pear tree." + +"Where?" said the pig. + +"Down at Merry-Garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive +me, I will come for you at five o'clock to-morrow, and we will go +together and get some pears." + +[Illustration] + +Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and +went off for the pears, hoping to get back before the wolf came. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +But he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that, just as +he was getting down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may +suppose, frightened him very much. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +When the wolf came up he said, "What! are you here before me? Are they +nice pears?" + +[Illustration] + +"Yes, very," said the little pig. "I will throw you down one;" and he +threw it so far that, while the wolf was going to pick it up, the little +pig jumped down and ran home. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig, "Little +pig, there is a Fair at Shanklin this afternoon; will you go?" + +"Oh, yes," said the pig, "I will be glad to go; what time will you be +ready?" + +"At three," said the wolf. + +[Illustration] + +So the little pig went off before the time, as usual, and got to the +Fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was taking home when he saw +the wolf coming. + +[Illustration] + +Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and +by doing so turned it over, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in +it, which frightened the wolf so much that he ran home without going to +the fair. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +He went to the little pig's house, and told him how he had been +frightened by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. +Then the little pig said, "Ha! I frightened you then. I had been to +the Fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you I got into it +and rolled down the hill." + +[Illustration] + +Then the wolf was very angry, indeed, and declared he would eat up +the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. + +[Illustration] + +When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on a pot full of +water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming +down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf! So the little pig put +on the cover again in an instant, boiled up the wolf, and ate him for +supper, and lived happy forever afterwards. + +[Illustration] + + +The End. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's All About the Three Little Pigs, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32583.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32583.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8c05408db149381891c207ffa351ddd1755d2d76 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32583.txt @@ -0,0 +1,336 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + TAPE JOCKEY + + By Tom Leahy + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science +Fiction March 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that +the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: _Pettigill was, you might say, in tune with the world. It +wouldn't even have been an exaggeration to say the world was in tune +with Pettigill. Then somebody struck a sour note...._] + + +The little man said, "Why, Mr. Bartle, come in. This is indeed a +pleasure." His pinched face was lighted with an enthusiastic smile. + +"You know my name, so I suppose you know the _Bulletin_ sent me for a +personality interview," the tall man who stood in the doorway said in a +monotone as if it were a statement he had made a thousand times--which +he had. + +"Oh, certainly, Mr. Bartle. I was informed by Section Secretary Andrews +this morning. I must say, I am greatly honored by this visit, too. Oh +heavens, here I am letting you stand in the doorway. Excuse my +discourtesy, sir--come in, come in," the little man said, and bustled +the bored Bartle into a great room. + +The walls of the room were lined by gray metal boxes that had spools of +reproduction tape mounted on their vertical fronts--tape recorders, +hundreds of them. + +"I have a rather lonely occupation, Mr. Bartle, and sometimes the common +courtesies slip my mind. It is a rather grievous fault and I beg you to +overlook it. It would be rather distressing to me if Section Secretary +Andrews were to hear of it; he has a rather intolerant attitude toward +such _faux pas_. Do you understand what I mean? Not that I'm +dissatisfied with my superior--perish the thought, it's just that--" + +"Don't worry, I won't breathe a word," the tall man interrupted without +looking at the babbling fellow shuffling along at his side. "Mr. +Pettigill, I don't want to keep you from your work for too long, so I'll +just get a few notes and make up the bulk of the story back at the +paper." Bartle searched the room with his eyes. "Don't you have a chair +in this place?" + +"Oh, my gracious, yes. There goes that old discourtesy again, eh?" the +little man, Pettigill, said with a dry laugh. He scurried about the room +like a confused squirrel until he spotted a chair behind his desk. "My +chair. My chair for you, Mr. Bartle!" Again the dry laugh. + +"Thanks, Mr. Pettigill." + +"Arthur. Call me Arthur. Formality really isn't necessary among Mid +Echelon, do you think? Section Secretary Andrews has often requested I +call him Morton, but I just can't seem to bring myself to such +informality. After all, he is Sub-Prime Echelon. It makes one +uncomfortable, shall we say, to step out of one's class?" He stopped +talking and the corners of his mouth dropped quickly as if he had just +been given one minute to live. "You--you _are_ only Mid Echelon, aren't +you? I mean, if you are Sub-Prime, I shouldn't be--" + +"Relax, Mr. Pettigill--'Arthur'--I _am_ Mid Echelon. And I'm only that +because my father was a man of far more industry than I; I inherited my +classification." + +"So? Well, now. Interesting--very. He must have been a great man, a +great man, Mr. Bartle." + +"So I am told, Arthur. But let's get on with it," Bartle said, taking +some scrap paper and a pencil stub from his tunic pocket. "Now, tell me +about yourself and the Melopsych Center." + +"Well," the little man began with a sigh and blinked his eyes peculiarly +as though he were mentally shuffling events and facts like a deck of +cards. "Well, I--my life would be of little interest, but the Center is +of the utmost importance. That's it--I am no more than a physical +extremity that functions in accord with the vital life that courses +through the great physique of the Center! No more--I ask no more than to +serve the Center and in turn, my fellow citizens, whether they be Prime, +Sub-Prime, Mid, or even Sub-Lower!" + +He stopped speaking, affecting a martyr-like pose. Bartle covered a +smile with his hand. + +"Well, Bartle, as you know, the Center--the Melopsych Center, a +thoroughly inadequate name for the installation I might say--is the +point of broadcast for these many taped musical selections contrived by +Mass Psych as a therapeutic treatment for the various Echelon levels. It +is the Great Psychiatrist--the Father Confessor. For where can one bare +one's soul, or soothe one's nerves and disposition frayed by a day's +endeavor, better than in the tender yet firm embrace of music?" + + * * * * * + +Bartle was straining to follow the train of thought that was lost in the +camouflage of Pettigill's flowery phraseology. + +"You see all about you these many recorders, Mr. Bartle?" + +Bartle nodded. + +"On those machines, sir, are spools of tape. Music tapes, all music. My +heavens, every kind: classical music, jazz, western, all kinds of music. +Some tapes are no more than a single melodious note, sustained for +whatever length of time necessary to relax and please the Echelon level +home it is being beamed to. Oh, I tell you, Mr. Bartle, when the last +tape has expended itself for the day, as our service code suggests, I +leave this great edifice with a feeling of profound pride in the fact +that I have so served my fellow man. You share that feeling too, don't +you Mr. Bartle?" + +Bartle shrugged. Pettigill paused and looked at the watch he carried on +a long chain attached to a clasp on his tunic. + +"A Benz chronometer, given to me by Section Secretary Andrews on the +completion of my twenty-five years of service. It's radio-synchronized +with the master timepiece in Greenland. It gives me a feeling of close +communion with my superiors, if you understand what I mean." + +Bartle did not. He said, "Am I keeping you from your work? If I am, I +believe I can fill in on most of this back at the paper; we have files +on the Center's operation." + +The little man hurriedly put out a hand to restrain Bartle who was +easing out of the chair. + +"Not yet, Mr. Bartle," he said, suddenly much more sober. Then his +incongruous pomposity appeared again. "My gracious, no, you aren't +keeping me from my work. I just must start the Mid-Lower Echelon tape. +It won't take a moment. Tonight, they receive 'Concerto For Ass's +Jawbone.' Sounds rather ridiculous, doesn't it? Be that as it may, there +is a certain stimulation in its rhythmic cacophony. Aboriginality--yes, +I would say it arouses a primitive exaltation." + +He flicked a switch above the recorder, turned a knob, and pressed the +starter button on the machine. The tape began winding slowly from one +spool to another. + +"Is it 'casting'?" Bartle asked. "I don't hear a thing." + +Pettigill laughed. "My stars, no; you can't hear it. See--" He pointed +at a needle doing a staccato dance on the meter face of the machine. +"That tells me everything is operating properly. Mass Psych advises us +never to listen to 'casts. The selections were designed by them for +specific social and intellectual levels. It could cause us to experience +a rather severe emotional disturbance." + +A peculiar look came over Bartle's face. "Is there ever a time when all +the machines run at once? That is, when every Echelon home is tuned to +the melopsych tapecasts?" + +Pettigill registered surprise. "Why, certainly, Mr. Bartle. Don't you +know Amendment 34206-B specifically states that all Echelon homes must +receive music therapy at 2300 hours every night? Of course, different +tapes to different homes." + +"That's what I mean." + +"Haven't you been abiding by the directive, Mr. Bartle?" + +"I told you I owed my classification to my father's industry. I am +definitely lax in my duties." + +Pettigill laughed--almost wickedly, Bartle thought. + +"What I'm getting at, is," Bartle continued, "what if the wrong 'casts +were channeled into the various homes?" + +"I remind you, sir, I am in charge of the Center and have been for +thirty years. Not even the slightest mistake of that nature has ever +occurred during that time!" + +"That, I can believe, Pettigill," Bartle said, his voice edged with +sarcasm. "But, hypothetically, if it were to happen, what would the +reaction be?" + +The little man fidgeted with his watch chain. Then he leaned close to +Bartle and said in a barely audible whisper, "This isn't for publication +in your article, is it?" + +"You don't think the Government would allow that, do you? No, this is to +satisfy my own curiosity." + +"Well, since we're both Mid Echelon--brothers, so to speak--I suppose we +can share a secret. It will be disastrous! I firmly believe it will be +disastrous, Mr. Bartle!" He moved closer to the tall man. "I recall a +secret administrative directive we received here twenty years ago +concerning just that. In essence, it stated that, though music therapy +has its great advantages, if the pattern of performance were broken or +altered, a definite erratic emotional reaction would develop on the part +of the citizens! That was twenty years ago, and I shudder to think what +might be the response now; especially if the 'cast were completely +foreign to the recipient." He gave a little shudder to emphasize the +horror of the occurrence. "It would make psychotics of the entire +citizenry! That's what would happen--a nation of psychotics!" + +"The fellow who didn't hear the 'miscast' would be top dog, eh, +Pettigill? He could call his shots." + + * * * * * + +Pettigill twirled the watch chain faster between a forefinger and thumb. +"No, he'd gain nothing," he said, staring as though hypnotized by the +whirling, gold chain. "It would take more than one _sane_ person to +control the derelict population. Perhaps--perhaps two," he mumbled. +"Yes, I think perhaps two could." + +"You and who else, Pettigill?" + +Pettigill stepped back and drew himself erect. "What? You actually +entertain the idea th--" He laughed dryly. "Oh, you're pulling my leg, +eh, Mr. Bartle." + +"I suppose I am." + +"Well, such a remark gives one a jolt, if you know what I mean. Even +though we are speaking of a hypothetical occurrence, we must be cautious +about such talk, Mr. Bartle. Although our government is a benevolent +organization, it _is_ ill-disposed toward such ideas." He cleared his +throat. "Now, is there anything else I can tell you about the Center?" + +Bartle arose from the chair, stuffing the scrap paper and unused pencil +back in his pocket. "Thanks, no," he said, "I think this'll cover it. Oh +yes, the article will appear in this Sunday's edition. Thanks, +Pettigill, for giving me your time." + +"Oh, I wish to thank you, Mr. Bartle. Being featured in a _Bulletin_ +article is the ultimate to a man such as I--a man whose only wishes are +to serve his country and his brothers." + +"I'm sure you're doing both with great efficiency," Bartle said as he +apathetically shook Pettigill's hand and started toward the door. + +"A moment, Mr. Bartle--" the little man called. + +Bartle stopped and turned. + +"I perceive, Mr. Bartle, you are a man of exceptional ability," +Pettigill said and cleared his throat. "It seems a shame to waste such +talent; it should be directed toward some definite goal. Do you +understand what I mean? After all, we're all brothers, you know. It +would be for my benefit as well as yours." + +"Sure, sure, 'brother'," Bartle snorted and left. + +He started for the paper office but decided to let the story go until +morning. What the hell, he had a stock format for all such articles. The +people were the same: selfless, heroic type, citizens working for the +mutual good of all. Only the names were different. And yet, this +Pettigill had disturbed him. Perhaps it was something he had said that +Bartle could not remember. + + * * * * * + +He walked into his warm flat and extracted the pre-cooked meal from the +electroven. He ate with little relish, abstractly thinking of the +foolish little cog in the governmental machine he had talked with that +afternoon. Or was Pettigill that foolish little cog? Bartle could not +help but feel there was something deep inside him that did not show in +that wizened and seemingly open little face. He thought about it the +rest of the evening. + +He looked at the clock on the night table--2300 hours. "Pettigill's +Lullaby Hour," he thought. Bartle chuckled and switched off the bed +light. He was asleep before the puffs of air had escaped from under the +covers he pulled over himself. + +When the phone rang at 0300, Bartle was strangely not surprised, +although, consciously, he was expecting no call. + +"Hello," he said sleepily. + +"Bartle? This is Pettigill." The voice _was_ Pettigill's but the +nervous, timid, quality was gone. "I assume you did not hear the 2300 +'cast?" + +"You assume correctly, Pettigill. What d'you want?" + +"Come on over to the Center; we'll split a fifth of former Section +Secretary Andrews' Scotch." + +"What the hell do you mean?" + +"Were you serious about that 'therapy revolution' we were talking about +this afternoon?" + +"I'm always serious. So what?" + +"Excellent, excellent," Pettigill laughed. "I've spent thirty years just +waiting for such a man as you! No, I'm serious, my cynical friend--what +position would you like in the new government?" + +"Let's see--why don't you make my descendants real peachy happy and make +me, say, Administrator of Civilian Relations. That sounds big and +important." + +"Fine, fine! Tell me, Bartle--how are your relations with psychotics?" + +Bartle leaped to the floor. Instantly he recalled what Pettigill had +said that had disturbed him. When they had been discussing the +repercussions of a miscast, Pettigill had said, "it _will_ be +disastrous" and not "it _would_ be disastrous." The devil had been +planning just such a thing for God knows how long! + +"How many of 'em, Pettigill?" Bartle asked. + +"A lot, Bartle, a lot," the little man answered. "I would say 170 +million! I might even say, a nation of psychotics!" He giggled again. + +A smile sliced through Bartle's sallow cheeks. "My relations with them +would be the best! Keep that Scotch handy, Pettigill. I'll be right +over." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32619.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32619.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..701f26c3b27a4ab02fe8831aed5f72145643032d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32619.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1954. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + + + Back to Julie + + By RICHARD WILSON + + + Illustrated by VIDMER + + +_The side-shuffle is no dance step. It's the choice between making time +... and doing time!_ + + + + +You can't go shooting off to _that_ dimension for peanuts. I don't +want to give you the impression that peanuts are in short supply here, +or that our economy is in the fix of having to import them sidewise. +What I'm trying to convey is that, if you're one of the rare ones +functionally equipped to do the side-shuffle, you ought to be well +paid for it--in any coin. + +That's what I told Krasnow. And he wasn't after peanuts. "I'll do it," +I said, "if you'll make it worth my while." + +"I'd hardly expect you to do it for nothing," he replied +reproachfully. "How much do you want?" + +I told him. The amount shook him up, but only briefly. + +"Okay," he said grudgingly. "I suppose I'll have to give it to you. +But the stuff had better be good." + +"Oh, it is," I assured him. "And you don't have to be afraid, because +I couldn't possibly skip with the loot. I'll have to travel naked. I +can't get there with so much as a sandal on one foot or a filling in a +single tooth. Fortunately, my teeth are perfect." + +Sweat poured off Krasnow's florid face as he worked the combination of +his office safe. His fat jowls quivered unhappily around his cigar +while he counted out the bills. Ten per cent was cash in advance, and +the rest went into a bank account in my name. I paid off a batch of +bills, then stripped and did my off-to-Buffalo. + + * * * * * + +"Honest" John Krasnow was a crooked District Attorney who wanted to be +Governor and then President. He had the Machine, but he didn't have +the People. And, because he needed the People, he needed me. I had +been to this other dimension--the one on the farthest branch of the +time-tree--and I could give him what he wanted. + +Krasnow found out about it after I was hauled up in front of him on a +check-kiting charge. I'd had something of a reputation before I got +into difficulties and, in trying to live up to the reputation, I had +done some plain and fancy financing. Nothing that fifteen to twenty +grand wouldn't have fixed--but while I scrounged around, trying to get +cash, I kited a few checks. They pyramided me right into the D.A.'s +office, where Krasnow was properly sympathetic. + +"How," he asked, "could a man of your standing in the scientific world +stoop so low?" It developed into quite a lecture and, even coming from +Krasnow, it made me feel pretty low. + +So I began explaining. I told him where I was born, and where I went +to school, and where I had taken my sabbaticals--including this other +dimension. And Krasnow believed me. I can't account for it, except +possibly because he knew he was a crook and knew I wasn't +one--exactly. Anyway, he believed me, and we made the deal and I did +the side-shuffle, as agreed. + +The journey to that other dimension is not a pleasant one. It does +disturbing things to the stomach, and you see everything thin and +elongated, as if you're sitting too far to the side in a movie +theater. + +I got there, however, and waited for the hiccups to subside. _Hiccupi +laterali_, I had called them when I considered writing an article for +the _Medical Journal_ after my first trip. With the hiccupi gone, I +stole some clothing--which was one of the riskiest parts of the +program--and waited for morning. I didn't have any money, of course, +so I had to hitchhike into town. + +I could have stolen myself a better fit, but people aren't +clothes-conscious in that dimension. They're more interested in what +you are and what you can do. The driver of the car that gave me a lift +asked, "And what is your field of endeavor?" + +I told him, "I am able to eliminate the long wait in ivory production +by accelerating the growth cycle of elephants." + +He was deeply impressed and tipped me handsomely. I was less impressed +with his talent for growing cobless corn, and therefore had to return +only a small part of the sum he gave me. + +The world of this dimension had developed some remarkable parallels to +Earth. I mean our Earth, which falls into what I have designated +Timeline One Point One, since it's the Earth with which I am most +familiar. Every other world that has a language calls itself Earth, +too. I had to visit briefly hundreds of the lateral worlds, hovering +over primordial swamps, limitless oceans, insect kingdoms and +radioactive planetoids, before I found the one that was truly +parallel. + +It existed in Timeline Seventeen Point Zero Eight, and it had +refrigerators, platinum blondes, automobiles, airplanes, apple pie, +tabloids, television, scotch and soda--just about everything we think +makes life worthwhile. But it had its little differences, which was +only to be expected in a timeline where the bionomics could create a +new world each time someone changed his mind. + +Thus, the cobless-corn man was driving what looked to me like a +Chevrolet, but which was a Morton in his world. He let me off near a +downtown restaurant where, thanks to our little exchange of talent +talk, I had enough money for breakfast. It was considered unethical to +swap talent talk outside the limits of certain rigidly defined groups, +so I didn't try to out-impress the waitress. + + * * * * * + +Fed, and filling my stolen clothes a bit better, I walked to the +recorder's office and spent the rest of the morning looking up old +documents. There was nothing there for Krasnow, as I had expected. But +for me there was a very pretty file clerk. Talking to her, I verified +my impression that human instincts and relationships were much the +same in this dimension as in my own--except in the one basic respect +that interested Krasnow, of course. + +The file clerk and I lunched together and then I spent the afternoon +in the library. But I didn't find anything there, either, and then I +had dinner with her. She said her name was Julie. I told her mine was +Heck, for Hector, which it is. She thought this was "awfully cute" and +we got along fine. + +[Illustration] + +Julie had a delightful apartment and a matching sense of hospitality. +The following day, when she went to work, I stayed home and washed the +dishes and made the bed and used the telephone. + +I ran up quite a bill with my long-distance calls, but I found out +what I needed to know. I impressed a lot of people with my elephant +story and pretended to be impressed hardly at all with what they told +me they did--although often I was, very much. + +The trouble with these people is that they no longer know how to lie, +if that can be listed as trouble. I don't think it can. Neither did +Krasnow, obviously. He'd never have sent me off on my expensive +side-trip if he had. + +Of course, Krasnow looked at it objectively. What he wanted from +Timeline Seventeen Point Zero Eight was not for himself. It was for +everybody else. He wanted the formula for the truth gas these people +had developed long ago and loosed upon their world to put a stop to +wars. + +They had been in a bad way, although no worse than the sort of problem +we were up against. Their trans-ocean squabbles and power politics +seemed to have settled into a pattern of a war or two per generation. +Just like us. Hence, the man who invented the truth gas became a +global hero, after a certain amount of cynicism and skepticism. All +the doubts vanished, naturally, once the gas got to working. And so +did war. + +[Illustration] + +You can't do much plotting and scheming if, every time you open your +mouth to tell a lie, you stammer, sweat, turn red and gasp for breath. +It's a dead giveaway. Nobody tries it more than once. + +One or two men had tried to nullify the gas or work out a local +antidote, either as a pure research project or through power-madness. +But, because they had had to state their purposes as soon as they +thought of them, they were put away. Neat. Very neat. + +What I wanted was the formula for the truth gas. Its location wasn't +exactly a secret in this land of complete candor, but it wasn't writ +large on any wall for all to see, either. They kept it in their +capital--located about where our Omaha is--on file among the Vital +Statistics. + +I took a superjet out there. + + * * * * * + +I had no trouble posing as a historian entitled to the facts. The gas +didn't work on me, you see, because it was adjusted to the physiology +of that timeline. There was just enough difference between us for it +not to make me stick to the truth. + +"We'll write out the formula for you," I was told obligingly. "But +you'll have to sign the usual statement." + +"Of course," I said. "Which one is that?" + +"The one that says you won't publish it, and will destroy your copy +when it has served your research purpose, without letting anyone else +see it." + +"Oh, _that_ statement," I said. + +I signed freely, told my elephant story and departed in an aura of +good will. + +The jet got me back that same evening. Julie fixed me up a snack, and +we discussed how pretty she was and how nice I was. + +I had everything Krasnow wanted now. I felt pretty good about it, +because there was nobody else who could have done the job for him, and +because it wasn't spying, really. Earth One Point One on the Timeline +is world enough for Krasnow, I'm sure. Besides, dimensions don't have +wars with one another. Too many things can go wrong. + +Julie was lovely and I hated to leave the next morning, but it was my +job. I told her, "I'm afraid I have to leave town for a bit, dear, but +I'll be back very soon. Business, you know." + +Being a Seventeen Point Zero Eight girl, Julie had no reason to doubt +me. "Make it _very_ soon," she whispered, her lips close to my ear. + +So I came back, and now Krasnow has what he wants. He's delighted, as +he should be. I've made up the gas for him and adjusted the formula so +that it will work on people of our timeline. It's high-power stuff and +a little will go a long way. I also made up an antidote for him. This +was easy, since I could work on it without feeling any compulsion to +tell everybody what I was doing and why. + +Krasnow plans to release the truth gas just before the state +convention. He'll be nominated, of course, and after November he'll +be Governor. With everyone else compelled to tell the truth, it should +be a cinch for him. He's a patient man, Honest John Krasnow is, and +he's willing to wait four years for the Presidency. + +I ought to be happy too. With the money Krasnow gave me, I've been +living in the style to which I've always wanted to be accustomed. He +has offered me a place on his staff and, somewhat superfluously, the +use of his antidote. Naturally, the reason he was so magnanimous was +that he doesn't want anyone else around who knows his gimmick and +might have to tell the truth about it. + +But I have had enough of this dimension now--now that Krasnow has what +I promised him. He's going to use it tomorrow. And if I know Honest +John--and I do--not even the Presidency will be big enough for him. + +So I'm going back to Julie. + + * * * * * + +There are some obvious questions in your mind, I know, such as: Why +did I get the formula for Krasnow, knowing there was no way for him to +prosecute me while I was in Julie's dimension? And what made me come +back? + +In short--what was in it for me? + +Let's call it research. Krasnow is a big-time operator; I've always +been, you might say, in the peanut end of the game. He had a great +deal to teach me and I, I'm happy to say, was an apt pupil. You might +speculate on what's in it for you, because, if you ask me, anybody who +can do the side-shuffle should do it before Krasnow becomes President. + +However, don't go to Seventeen Point Zero Eight unless you want to +swap one Krasnow for another. The fact is that I've learned I can be +one in Julie's dimension. After all, their formula doesn't work on +me--but I can assure you that it will work on you. + +And that elephant story I told on my last visit is, as I've indicated, +in the peanut category. All Krasnow has is a country. I'll have a +whole world. + +There's nothing like study under a master, is there? + +I should be back to Julie by midnight if I start now. + +--RICHARD WILSON + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32631.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32631.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b6ef7326b91a23b66cd71682f69385d9f9d165b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32631.txt @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + RESTRICTED TOOL + + By Malcolm B. Morehart, Jr. + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of +Science and Fantasy January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any +evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: Finders, keepers, is an unwritten law. But the gadget Clark +accidentally found had a special set of rules governing its use by +whom--and when!] + + +Richard Clark loaded his shotgun. He glanced up the canyon, gray and +misty under a cold dawn sky. A cotton-tail darted from a nearby bush and +bounced away. Clark's gunsights followed in a weaving line after his +bobbing target. Before he could draw a bead, the rabbit vanished behind +a distant scrub oak. Clark stalked him quietly. He knew he'd bag this +one without trouble, but any others around him would take cover at his +first shot. + +His boots crunched loudly on gravel. At the sound the rabbit sprang into +the open and zigzagged toward a thicket. Furious at his clumsiness, +Clark blasted away with both barrels. He charged up the canyon, fumbling +in his parka for more shells, and crashed through dank high brush into a +shadowy clearing. A soft rustling sound quickly faded. + +"Well, there he goes," Clark grumbled. + +Something metallic glittered in a low, thorny shrub, and he bent down, +curious. From a black cord caught in its branches dangled a silvery +pocket flashlight. He smiled faintly as he pulled it loose. After months +of testing and inspecting complicated electronic devices, he found +simple gadgets amusing. He pressed a button on one end and eyed a white +knob on the other. When it didn't light up, he stuffed it in a pocket, +finishing reloading, and sighed, "At least I bagged something." + +"Quite true!" a voice shrilled behind him. + +Clark whirled around and gasped in astonishment. Two squat dwarfish men +crouched at the far side of the clearing. When he swung up his 16 gauge, +two lights flashed, and it slid out of his hands. He buckled dizzily +with weakness and nausea, but then an invisible force jolted him upright +and motionless. He felt rigid as stone. + +"Who are you?" Clark called out hoarsely. + +They approached, jabbering in a strange tongue. Bluish dawnlight seemed +to tint their scrawny bare arms and legs a deeper, ghastly blue. From +weazel-shaped heads bulged enormous dark eyes which stared at him +unblinkingly. As they waddled closer they puffed under the weight of +heavy belts sagging with rows of odd, translucent instruments. One +creature wore ear-phones. The other, his bald head sunken between his +shoulders, opened a round, moist, pink-rimmed mouth and bowed stiffly. + +"Forgive us, please," he piped. "My biologist friend has broken +regulations." + +"Who are you?" Clark choked again. + +The bald one's eyes closed and his belly quivered with high, tremulous +laughter. "Tell him, Ursi!" + +"Don't blame me!" the one called Ursi squeaked, then pointed a claw-like +finger at a glowing disc in his belt. "Interference disturbed the +scanner scope. I didn't see him until he fired!" + +Baldy chuckled. "He was after food, not your ugly hide. But in your +unseemly haste to escape, you dropped a valuable tool. A very careless +blunder. And now instead of mold specimens, you've collected a human. I +knew this expedition would prove interesting." + +"We have to dispose of him!" Ursi shrieked and waved a black tube at +Clark menacingly. + +"You'd kill him to recover your tool?" Baldy's nose twitched. "Remember +we prepare separate reports for the Council. Don't expect me to aid in +breaking the law." + +Ursi was painfully silent. + + * * * * * + +Baldy seemed to relish his companion's distress. "You realize, Ursi, +you're responsible for this illegal contact? Also may I remind you that +the Law reads in part: On pain of death, no human shall be molested, +coerced or in any way injured by an expeditionary member's overt +action." + +"Can't we bargain with him?" Ursi asked irritably. + +"Why, of course. Offer him our ship or your life," Baldy said. + +Ursi scowled. "If we take the tool and induce amnesia--" + +"The Law clearly prohibits that." + +"Let him keep it then," Ursi said angrily, rubbing a pointed blue chin. +"I'll destroy its power principle first." + +Baldy sighed. "I repeat, this isn't a brainless Martian without legal +rights. You abandoned it, a human found it. By merely picking up the +tool, he establishes a salvage claim." + +"You call that law?" Ursi raged. "Stupid technicalities that settle one +problem to raise a worse one?" + +"Until the Council ratifies the amendment foreseeing this contingency," +Baldy explained, "you must abide by the original code." + +"But the tool's restricted!" + +"Restricted for thirty solar years according to the Probability Graphs," +mused Baldy. "You should have thought of that." + +Ursi's wide glittering eyes terrified Clark. But after an agonizing +silence, he heard Ursi whine fearfully, "We can't allow this! Can't you +read his basic attitudes? He's suffering from the Korb power complex." + +Baldy shrugged. "Your misfortune, my dear Ursi." + +Ursi edged warily toward Clark as if he were a ferocious but chained +beast. "Your nation is a member of the Western Alliance?" + +Bewildered, Clark cleared his throat. "Yes." + +"You have atomic weapons you intend using against your enemy--against +the Eastern Empire?" + +"If they attack us," Clark muttered nervously. + +Ursi shot an accusing look at Baldy who frowned. "They're vicious little +children!" Ursi ranted. "The decision placing the tool on the restricted +list is perfectly justified. We made no effort to hinder their atomic +researches. But in the case of this tool.... They have the ingenuity to +combine it with atomic bombs! If he returns with it, he'll wreck a +thousand years of human culture!" + +Ursi's excited words puzzled Clark who was overcoming his early shock. +But the cylinder in his pocket was still more baffling. What was it? +What terrible power did it control? + +"Spare your world suffering." Ursi warned. "Surrender it to me." + +Clark considered. Sheltered by their "Law," he knew he could make a free +decision. The thing was powerful. But they claimed it was exceedingly +dangerous, and they seemed wiser, far wiser, than men. The mysterious +force still binding him and their hints of "restrictions" on human +progress convinced him of that. Still, possession was nine-tenths of any +law.... He calculated nervously. + +"Well?" Ursi shrilled. "Your hands are now free to move." + +Obediently Clark groped in his pocket. When his fingertips touched the +cool metal, the thrill of possessing immense power overwhelmed him. He +sputtered, "It's mine--I won't misuse it!" + +Baldy convulsed with laughter. Ursi jabbered fiercely, but Baldy raised +a thin claw. He spoke softly, and Ursi's eyes brightened. Ursi nodded, +but whatever he had agreed to still left him looking doubtful and +uncertain. + +Baldy smiled warmly. "Keep it," he said, "and keep your promise. Ursi +doesn't trust you, but I do. I know you won't abuse this power." + + * * * * * + +Clark felt his body freeze rigid as a statue again. They pushed their +way out of the clearing and disappeared. Overhead a bird chirped in +loneliness, and the sky slowly turned pearly hued as the paralysis left +him. Flexing his muscles, he shook his head. The creepy little men were +all part of a crazy hallucination. His mad rabbit hunt and the deafening +roar of his gunfire had temporarily unhinged his mind. + +A low humming sound interrupted his moody pondering. Suddenly he reeled +as the ground shuddered beneath him and he staggered blindly in pitch +darkness. He opened his eyes to look around, dazed. His shotgun was +missing, but the shiny cylinder was clutched tightly in his hand. + +Clark trembled as he examined it. Along its length were etched a row of +queer symbols. Probably directions for its operation or servicing, he +decided. He aimed the knob at some rocks a few yards away and pressed +the button. But they didn't explode or disintegrate under a lethal +"ray." Then discovering that a narrow center section of the cylinder +revolved by slow, even degrees, he tried again impatiently. + +A loud clatter made him look up, gaping. A cluster of rocks hung +motionless in the air. When his finger lifted, they fell to earth. The +mechanism neutralized gravitational pull--objects could float! + +Breathing excitedly, Clark twisted the center section further. The +stones shot up into the sky and disappeared. Quickly he adjusted the +mechanism's control and brought them flashing back. He stared at the +cylinder in unbelieving awe. Power men dreamed of surged inside it like +an eager magic genie. + +He experimented carefully, floating the rocks at different angles and +then hurtling them skyward. When he cut off the strange power, they +crashed heavily to the ground. The possibilities were tremendous! And +aside from the natural hazards of collision, how could it imperil +mankind? Then as a thin cloud of dust billowed up from the fallen rocks, +a vision of its war potential burst upon him. Clumsy, costly rockets +with a single payload were obsolete. Atomic bombs could be showered +almost instantly on an enemy. + +_I know you won't abuse this power!_ + +Clark recalled Baldy's hopeful, trusting words and grinned. No, he +wouldn't abuse it. He realized the aliens had not understated its +deadliness. No matter how the military pressed him, he wouldn't permit +its use for mass bombings in the coming war. Not unless the enemy really +threatened to overrun the world... + +He left the clearing and headed down the canyon. + + * * * * * + +When Clark reached the mouth of the canyon, he frowned. Out on a green +meadow a farmer drove a tractor, busily plowing deep furrows for a new +crop. A trim ranch house in the distance gleamed in the morning +sunlight. Funny. Earlier, when he had crossed the field, he hadn't +noticed a sign of civilization. But it had been nearly dark then. + +He strolled casually down to a rude stone wall and watched the tractor +churn toward him. The farmer waved. He jolted to a halt, cut the engine +and wiped a red bandana over his wrinkled, sweating face. Clark glanced +down at his own shabby clothes and rubbed a rough, bristly chin. If he +looked like a bum, his brief demonstration would seem all the more +amazing. + +"Pretty hot work, eh?" Clark greeted him. + +"Yep," the old farmer nodded as he drank from a canteen. Clark grinned. +History would record this man as the first person to actually witness a +degravitator at work. Clark studied the unplowed side of the meadow, +then pointed at a large, half-buried boulder. + +"You have a little work there, mister. I think a Clark Farm Helper will +do the trick." + +The farmer gave him a puzzled look. Clark calmly beamed the rock. At +first it strained up and down, but finally wrenched free. He floated it +up in a slow arc, then deliberately dropped it with a heavy thud. Clark +chuckled as the farmer tried to hide his astonishment with a poker face. + +"That for sale?" he asked shrewdly. + +Clark laughed heartily. "Not this one. I'll make a fortune manufacturing +these little babies!" + +"How do you figure that?" + +Clark frowned at the farmer's indifference. "Can't you see its +possibilities? I just showed you!" + +"That's no good for farm work," the farmer said, reaching under his +tractor seat. He raised what resembled a snub-nosed automatic. "This +here's a real beauty. Had this general purpose degrav for two years and +no trouble yet." + +He squeezed the trigger and the boulder skimmed across the field. + +"That looks like an old Harley single-drive you got there," the farmer +said. "What'dya do? Recondition it and pep up the atomic pile?" + +Stunned, Clark swallowed hard. The old farmer leaned over his wheel in +curiosity. "Those old timers are pretty scarce. I remember when the +first model came out about twenty years ago, just after the war ended." + +"After the war?" Clark stammered. + +His mind spun in dizzy, sickening whirls. Degravitators were commonplace +farm tools! Where was he? Then suddenly he knew the meaning of his +strange black-out and Baldy's sly words. _I know you won't abuse this +power._ How could he? Their superscience had catapulted him past the war +years into the future. + +The old farmer said gently, "Tell you what, son, the wife's been nagging +me for a pocket degrav to move furniture around the house. I'll give you +a fiver for it and a square meal. You look kinda pale." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32633.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32633.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..429e5c6b1876d0fa77249d7a9a38883abc7c9c0c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32633.txt @@ -0,0 +1,274 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: + +This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January 1953. +Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright +on this publication was renewed. + + + + + _The atomic bomb meant, to most people, the end. To Henry Bemis it + meant something far different--a thing to appreciate and enjoy._ + + + + + Time Enough At Last + + By Lynn Venable + + +For a long time, Henry Bemis had had an ambition. To read a book. Not +just the title or the preface, or a page somewhere in the middle. He +wanted to read the whole thing, all the way through from beginning to +end. A simple ambition perhaps, but in the cluttered life of Henry +Bemis, an impossibility. + +Henry had no time of his own. There was his wife, Agnes who owned that +part of it that his employer, Mr. Carsville, did not buy. Henry was +allowed enough to get to and from work--that in itself being quite a +concession on Agnes' part. + +Also, nature had conspired against Henry by handing him with a pair of +hopelessly myopic eyes. Poor Henry literally couldn't see his hand in +front of his face. For a while, when he was very young, his parents +had thought him an idiot. When they realized it was his eyes, they got +glasses for him. He was never quite able to catch up. There was never +enough time. It looked as though Henry's ambition would never be +realized. Then something happened which changed all that. + +Henry was down in the vault of the Eastside Bank & Trust when it +happened. He had stolen a few moments from the duties of his teller's +cage to try to read a few pages of the magazine he had bought that +morning. He'd made an excuse to Mr. Carsville about needing bills in +large denominations for a certain customer, and then, safe inside the +dim recesses of the vault he had pulled from inside his coat the +pocket size magazine. + +He had just started a picture article cheerfully entitled "The New +Weapons and What They'll Do To YOU", when all the noise in the world +crashed in upon his ear-drums. It seemed to be inside of him and +outside of him all at once. Then the concrete floor was rising up at +him and the ceiling came slanting down toward him, and for a fleeting +second Henry thought of a story he had started to read once called +"The Pit and The Pendulum". He regretted in that insane moment that he +had never had time to finish that story to see how it came out. Then +all was darkness and quiet and unconsciousness. + + * * * * * + +When Henry came to, he knew that something was desperately wrong with +the Eastside Bank & Trust. The heavy steel door of the vault was +buckled and twisted and the floor tilted up at a dizzy angle, while +the ceiling dipped crazily toward it. Henry gingerly got to his feet, +moving arms and legs experimentally. Assured that nothing was broken, +he tenderly raised a hand to his eyes. His precious glasses were +intact, thank God! He would never have been able to find his way out +of the shattered vault without them. + +He made a mental note to write Dr. Torrance to have a spare pair made +and mailed to him. Blasted nuisance not having his prescription on +file locally, but Henry trusted no-one but Dr. Torrance to grind those +thick lenses into his own complicated prescription. Henry removed the +heavy glasses from his face. Instantly the room dissolved into a +neutral blur. Henry saw a pink splash that he knew was his hand, and a +white blob come up to meet the pink as he withdrew his pocket +handkerchief and carefully dusted the lenses. As he replaced the +glasses, they slipped down on the bridge of his nose a little. He had +been meaning to have them tightened for some time. + +He suddenly realized, without the realization actually entering his +conscious thoughts, that something momentous had happened, something +worse than the boiler blowing up, something worse than a gas main +exploding, something worse than anything that had ever happened +before. He felt that way because it was so quiet. There was no whine +of sirens, no shouting, no running, just an ominous and all pervading +silence. + + * * * * * + +Henry walked across the slanting floor. Slipping and stumbling on the +uneven surface, he made his way to the elevator. The car lay crumpled +at the foot of the shaft like a discarded accordian. There was +something inside of it that Henry could not look at, something that +had once been a person, or perhaps several people, it was impossible +to tell now. + +Feeling sick, Henry staggered toward the stairway. The steps were +still there, but so jumbled and piled back upon one another that it +was more like climbing the side of a mountain than mounting a +stairway. It was quiet in the huge chamber that had been the lobby of +the bank. It looked strangely cheerful with the sunlight shining +through the girders where the ceiling had fallen. The dappled sunlight +glinted across the silent lobby, and everywhere there were huddled +lumps of unpleasantness that made Henry sick as he tried not to look +at them. + +"Mr. Carsville," he called. It was very quiet. Something had to be +done, of course. This was terrible, right in the middle of a Monday, +too. Mr. Carsville would know what to do. He called again, more +loudly, and his voice cracked hoarsely, "Mr. Carrrrsville!" And then +he saw an arm and shoulder extending out from under a huge fallen +block of marble ceiling. In the buttonhole was the white carnation Mr. +Carsville had worn to work that morning, and on the third finger of +that hand was a massive signet ring, also belonging to Mr. Carsville. +Numbly, Henry realized that the rest of Mr. Carsville was under that +block of marble. + +Henry felt a pang of real sorrow. Mr. Carsville was gone, and so was +the rest of the staff--Mr. Wilkinson and Mr. Emory and Mr. Prithard, +and the same with Pete and Ralph and Jenkins and Hunter and Pat the +guard and Willie the doorman. There was no one to say what was to be +done about the Eastside Bank & Trust except Henry Bemis, and Henry +wasn't worried about the bank, there was something he wanted to do. + +He climbed carefully over piles of fallen masonry. Once he stepped +down into something that crunched and squashed beneath his feet and he +set his teeth on edge to keep from retching. The street was not much +different from the inside, bright sunlight and so much concrete to +crawl over, but the unpleasantness was much, much worse. Everywhere +there were strange, motionless lumps that Henry could not look at. + +Suddenly, he remembered Agnes. He should be trying to get to Agnes, +shouldn't he? He remembered a poster he had seen that said, "In event +of emergency do not use the telephone, your loved ones are as safe as +you." He wondered about Agnes. He looked at the smashed automobiles, +some with their four wheels pointing skyward like the stiffened legs +of dead animals. He couldn't get to Agnes now anyway, if she was safe, +then, she was safe, otherwise ... of course, Henry knew Agnes wasn't +safe. He had a feeling that there wasn't anyone safe for a long, long +way, maybe not in the whole state or the whole country, or the whole +world. No, that was a thought Henry didn't want to think, he forced it +from his mind and turned his thoughts back to Agnes. + + * * * * * + +She had been a pretty good wife, now that it was all said and done. It +wasn't exactly her fault if people didn't have time to read nowadays. +It was just that there was the house, and the bank, and the yard. +There were the Jones' for bridge and the Graysons' for canasta and +charades with the Bryants. And the television, the television Agnes +loved to watch, but would never watch alone. He never had time to read +even a newspaper. He started thinking about last night, that business +about the newspaper. + +Henry had settled into his chair, quietly, afraid that a creaking +spring might call to Agnes' attention the fact that he was momentarily +unoccupied. He had unfolded the newspaper slowly and carefully, the +sharp crackle of the paper would have been a clarion call to Agnes. He +had glanced at the headlines of the first page. "Collapse Of +Conference Imminent." He didn't have time to read the article. He +turned to the second page. "Solon Predicts War Only Days Away." He +flipped through the pages faster, reading brief snatches here and +there, afraid to spend too much time on any one item. On a back page +was a brief article entitled, "Prehistoric Artifacts Unearthed In +Yucatan". Henry smiled to himself and carefully folded the sheet of +paper into fourths. That would be interesting, he would read all of +it. Then it came, Agnes' voice. "Henrrreee!" And then she was upon +him. She lightly flicked the paper out of his hands and into the +fireplace. He saw the flames lick up and curl possessively around the +unread article. Agnes continued, "Henry, tonight is the Jones' bridge +night. They'll be here in thirty minutes and I'm not dressed yet, and +here you are ... _reading_." She had emphasized the last word as +though it were an unclean act. "Hurry and shave, you know how smooth +Jasper Jones' chin always looks, and then straighten up this room." +She glanced regretfully toward the fireplace. "Oh dear, that paper, +the television schedule ... oh well, after the Jones leave there won't +be time for anything but the late-late movie and.... Don't just sit +there, Henry, hurrreeee!" + +Henry was hurrying now, but hurrying too much. He cut his leg on a +twisted piece of metal that had once been an automobile fender. He +thought about things like lock-jaw and gangrene and his hand trembled +as he tied his pocket-handkerchief around the wound. In his mind, he +saw the fire again, licking across the face of last night's newspaper. +He thought that now he would have time to read all the newspapers he +wanted to, only now there wouldn't be any more. That heap of rubble +across the street had been the Gazette Building. It was terrible to +think there would never be another up to date newspaper. Agnes would +have been very upset, no television schedule. But then, of course, no +television. He wanted to laugh but he didn't. That wouldn't have been +fitting, not at all. + +He could see the building he was looking for now, but the silhouette +was strangely changed. The great circular dome was now a ragged +semi-circle, half of it gone, and one of the great wings of the +building had fallen in upon itself. A sudden panic gripped Henry +Bemis. What if they were all ruined, destroyed, every one of them? +What if there wasn't a single one left? Tears of helplessness welled +in his eyes as he painfully fought his way over and through the +twisted fragments of the city. + + * * * * * + +He thought of the building when it had been whole. He remembered the +many nights he had paused outside its wide and welcoming doors. He +thought of the warm nights when the doors had been thrown open and he +could see the people inside, see them sitting at the plain wooden +tables with the stacks of books beside them. He used to think then, +what a wonderful thing a public library was, a place where anybody, +anybody at all could go in and read. + +He had been tempted to enter many times. He had watched the people +through the open doors, the man in greasy work clothes who sat near +the door, night after night, laboriously studying, a technical journal +perhaps, difficult for him, but promising a brighter future. There had +been an aged, scholarly gentleman who sat on the other side of the +door, leisurely paging, moving his lips a little as he did so, a man +having little time left, but rich in time because he could do with it +as he chose. + +Henry had never gone in. He had started up the steps once, got almost +to the door, but then he remembered Agnes, her questions and shouting, +and he had turned away. + +He was going in now though, almost crawling, his breath coming in +stabbing gasps, his hands torn and bleeding. His trouser leg was +sticky red where the wound in his leg had soaked through the +handkerchief. It was throbbing badly but Henry didn't care. He had +reached his destination. + +Part of the inscription was still there, over the now doorless +entrance. P-U-B--C L-I-B-R---. The rest had been torn away. The place +was in shambles. The shelves were overturned, broken, smashed, tilted, +their precious contents spilled in disorder upon the floor. A lot of +the books, Henry noted gleefully, were still intact, still whole, +still readable. He was literally knee deep in them, he wallowed in +books. He picked one up. The title was "Collected Works of William +Shakespeare." Yes, he must read that, sometime. He laid it aside +carefully. He picked up another. Spinoza. He tossed it away, seized +another, and another, and still another. Which to read first ... there +were so many. + +He had been conducting himself a little like a starving man in a +delicatessen--grabbing a little of this and a little of that in a +frenzy of enjoyment. + +But now he steadied away. From the pile about him, he selected one +volume, sat comfortably down on an overturned shelf, and opened the +book. + +Henry Bemis smiled. + +There was the rumble of complaining stone. Minute in comparison with +the epic complaints following the fall of the bomb. This one occurred +under one corner of the shelf upon which Henry sat. The shelf moved; +threw him off balance. The glasses slipped from his nose and fell with +a tinkle. + +He bent down, clawing blindly and found, finally, their smashed +remains. A minor, indirect destruction stemming from the sudden, +wholesale smashing of a city. But the only one that greatly interested +Henry Bemis. + +He stared down at the blurred page before him. + +He began to cry. + + + THE END + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32635.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32635.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f69b08288d51835668acd4aa12a9b6f254d9624f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32635.txt @@ -0,0 +1,194 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Weird Tales August-September 1936. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + The Diary + + of Philip Westerly + + + By PAUL COMPTON + + + _A strange, brief tale of the terrible fear inspired by a + man's horrendous reflection in a mirror_ + + * * * * * + + + + +It has been ten years since my uncle, Philip Westerly, disappeared. +Many theories have been advanced as to why and how he vanished so +strangely and so completely. Many have wondered why a man should +vanish and leave nothing behind him but a smashed mirror. But none of +these theories or wild imaginings are half so fantastic as the story I +gathered from the diary which some whim prompted him to keep. + +But first a word about Philip Westerly. He was a wealthy man, and also +a cruel, selfish man. His wealth was attributed to this same cruelty +and selfishness. He also had many whims. One of them was keeping a +diary. Another was his love for mirrors. He was handsome in a cruel +sort of way and almost effeminate in his liking to stand before them +and admire himself. This eccentricity was borne out by the fact that +covering one whole side of his room was a mirror of gigantic size--the +same mirror that is linked with his disappearance. But read the +excerpts from the diary of Philip Westerly. + + * * * * * + +Aug. 3rd. _Afternoon_: Billings asked for an extension on that note +today, but I saw no reason why I should grant him any such thing. When +I told him this, he began cursing me in a frightful manner. He said I +was cruel and that some day I would be called to account for the way I +treated people. I laughed outright at this, but at the same time I +felt a vague sense of uneasiness which even yet I have not dispelled. + +_Night_: A remarkable thing has happened. I had gone to my room to +dress for dinner and I was standing before the mirror tying my tie. I +had begun the usual procedure that one follows, when I noticed that no +such action was recorded in the mirror. True, there was my reflection +in the glass, but it followed none of the movements that I made. It +was immobile! + +I extended my hand to touch the reflection and encountered nothing but +the polished surface of the mirror. Then I noticed a truly remarkable +thing. The reflection in the mirror wore no tie! I stepped back +aghast. Was this an illusion? Had my mind and vision been affected by +some malady that I was not aware of? Impossible! Then I regarded the +reflection with a more careful scrutiny. There were a number of +differences between it and myself. For one thing it wore a stubby +growth of beard on its face. I was positive that I had visited the +barber that very day and passed my hand across my chin to verify this. +It encountered nothing but smooth skin. The lips of the man in the +mirror drooped in a display of gnarled, yellow fangs, while my own +bared nothing but two rows of gleaming, well-cared-for teeth. + +I was filled simultaneously with a feeling of disgust and fear, and +looked for further discrepancies. I found them. The feet and hands +were abnormally large, and the clothing of the thing was old, baggy, +and covered with filth. + +I dared not stay longer. I tied the tie as best I could and descended +hurriedly to dinner. + +Aug. 4th. _Morning_: I awoke feeling jaded and tired. My friend in the +mirror is still with me. Ordinarily the reflection of myself, in bed, +is caught in the mirror, but not so this morning. Instead, I saw that +the dweller within had, like myself, been having a night's rest. I +hope he slept better than I did, for my own night was a series of +fitful, restless tossings. + +"Good morning," I said, rising. + +When I moved, he moved. As I advanced toward the mirror he drew closer +to me. I stopped and surveyed him. He resembled me only remotely--I +hope. I smiled, and he responded with a wolfish twist of his mouth. I +extended my hand as if I wanted to shake hands with him, but he drew +back as if from fire. I can't understand the terror which he holds for +me. I try not to show my fear in front of him, but I feel that, +animal-like, he senses it. I refer to the reflection as "he," "him," +or "it," for I cannot bring myself to admit that the thing in the +mirror is my reflection. But I scarcely dare write what I do believe +it to be. I have always been skeptical about such things as "soul," +but when I look into the mirror--God help me! + +_Night_: I am spending much time in my room now. I've spent most of +the day here. This thing is beginning to hold a morbid fascination for +me. I can't stay away for any length of time. I wish I could. My wife +is beginning to worry about me. She says I look pale. She tells me I +need a rest--a long rest. If I could only confide in her! In anyone! +But I can't. I must fight and wait this out alone. + +Aug. 5th. There has been little or no change in our relationship. He +still remains aloof. + +Today my wife came to my room to see how I was feeling. She stood in +such a position that looking into the mirror was unavoidable. She +stood before the mirror arranging her hair. She noticed nothing out of +the ordinary, but he was still there. Damn him! He was still there, +and this time he snarled in triumph at me. + +One other remarkable thing. My wife hadn't seen the thing there in the +mirror, but neither had I seen her reflection. It was the same with +Peter, my valet, and Anna, the maid. Anna would have dusted the mirror +had I not stopped her. I must take no chances. A close scrutiny might +reveal him to them, and they must not know--they must not know! + + * * * * * + +Aug. 6th. Three days. Three days of hell! That's what it has been +since I discovered that damned thing. How he tortures me! He has begun +to mock me. When he thinks he has given an extraordinarily clever +impersonation he shakes with laughter. I can't hear him laugh. But I +see him. And that's worse. I can't stand it much longer! + +Aug. 7th. We never know how much we can stand until we go through some +ordeal such as I am now undergoing. But I feel that my nerve is near +the breaking-point. + +I have locked the door of my room. Anna leaves a tray outside my door. +Sometimes I eat the food she brings, but more often I don't. My wife +begs me to let her in, but I tell her to go away. I'm afraid to tell +her--I'm afraid to tell anyone. I know what they do with people who +have "hallucinations". No, I can't tell. Neither can I leave. God +knows why, but I can't. + +Aug. 8th. It was the day before yesterday that I mentioned his mocking +me. Today--I tremble at the thought--he is beginning to resemble me! +This morning I looked in the mirror and discovered that he had +discarded his rags and was now dressed in one of my suits. I ran to +the wardrobe and discovered his clothes hanging where mine had been. I +turned and faced him. He laughed and pointed toward my hands and feet. +They were bloated beyond recognition. I dare not guess how far this +change has gone. I can write no more today. + +Aug. 9th. The change is complete. He looks more like me than I do +myself. He has grown more cruel with the change. He taunts me with my +ugliness. Finally I could stand it no longer. I fled from the room. At +last I found the thing I was looking for--a mirror. When I came face +to face with what I now am I nearly collapsed. Yes, he has taken my +form. God pity me! I've taken his! + +I slunk back to the room in horror. Back to his laughter and the hell +that is now my existence. God knows what to-morrow will bring! + +Aug. 10th. Seven days since that devil has been in the mirror. I have +prayed to God that it may be the last. It will! I know it will! He, in +the mirror, senses it too. I see the look of apprehension in his eyes. +Damn him! It's my turn to snarl in triumph now. For when I lay down +this pen, for the last time, perhaps, I shall leap through the mirror. +And he exists only in the mirror. God help me! _I am laying down my +pen!_ + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Diary of Philip Westerly, by Paul Compton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32636.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32636.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6a82424348f82e7b5930620fc50b054567f16b2f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32636.txt @@ -0,0 +1,178 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction March 1953. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + THE SALESMAN + + + By Waldo T. Boyd + + + _SALESMAN'S GUIDE, RULE 2: The modern 1995 customer who + enters Tracy's Department Store is not always right, but as + far as you are concerned, he is._ + + * * * * * + + + + +The little green cue light blinked three times. Trevor Anson arranged +his tie at just the nattily precise angle, waved his hand before a +hidden lighting-effect switch in the smooth marble pillar at the +entrance to the display room, and faced the elevator. This would be a +"green light" customer--a first-time prospect, and three blinks +indicated a very difficult individual. Anson quickly practiced his +most beguiling smile. + +"Welcome to Tracy's Roboid Department," he said, enthusiastically, as +the elevator doors slid open. His practiced smile was just right. + +He quickly noted the man's conservative dress, the flaming red tie. +Aggressive type, Anson decided. A shock of red hair that didn't want +to lie down hinted that he was stubborn as well. + +"Heard you've got a sale on robots," Red-tie said, challengingly, as +he stepped aside for his wife. + +The woman who stepped off the elevator smiled, showing a lovely +dimple, and Anson beamed on her. The tiny flake of a hat perched atop +her auburn hair reminded Anson of the comb on a Rhode Island Red. + +"Not robots, sir," Anson corrected diplomatically. "The Plasti-Cast +Roboid is not exactly a robot." + +"Well, anyhow, trot one out, and let's see what it looks like. +Millicent will never be satisfied until she's seen one of the things." +He glared dramatically in the general direction of his wife, who +pretended not to notice. + +Anson led them into the Gray Room. He mentally went over the +applicable rule: _Rule 23; Always introduce the marked-down +merchandise first. It may provide the customer with an incentive for +buying something better._ + +"These are last year's models," he said, with just the right flavor +of distaste in his voice. "Of course, you may expect a slight +reduction ... a small percentage...." + +Red-tie was muttering. "Damned mechanical things, full of wheels and +wires. What's to keep 'em from running amok and killing us all!" + +"But dear, they don't have wheels anymore," protested the woman, +timidly. Her face was pretty, Anson decided, but it was obvious that +the man would be the deciding factor in this sale. + +He made a mental note: _Rule 31: Pick the individual of a family group +who seems to hold the deciding voice, and SELL!_ He remembered a +portion of a sales talk he had memorized a few days before, and took +it up, almost chanting: + +"... our Roboids are grown, much as crystals are grown, in great vats +in New Chicago. A Plasti-Cast Roboid is guaranteed...." + +"A fat chance we'd have of collecting the guarantee if we were chopped +into mincemeat," Red-tie interrupted, shuddering slightly as the +implication of his own words hit him. + +Anson felt a moment of panic as he failed to remember an applicable +rule from the Salesman's Guide, but it formed in his mind at the last +moment: _Rule 18: Never argue with a customer--change the subject._ + +"Why don't you come with me to the Green Room?" he asked. "The very +latest models are on display." He walked slowly at first, then more +quickly as the couple allowed themselves to be led. He slid his hand +near a hidden switch in the archway, and floodlights came on just as +they entered. + +The woman uttered a little squeal of delight at the sight of a very +handsome figure dressed in a cutaway, standing in an attitude of +service. + +"Oh!" she breathed dreamily. "He would make such a wonderful butler." + +"Well, wind him up and let's see what he'll do," growled the man, his +face florid in the colored light of the Green Room. + +"I'm so very sorry," Anson said, slightly flustered, remembering that +this was always the crucial moment in a sale. "The Roboid cannot be +activated for demonstration purposes." + +"What?" roared Red-tie, incredulously. "Do you mean to say you want me +to buy the damned thing without knowing whether it ticks or not?" + +Anson tried desperately to remember the best rule for such an answer, +but failed. He plunged desperately into his own explanation. + +"You see, our Roboids are matched to your family personality at the +time of purchase, and activated then. We cannot erase a personality +once it has been transferred to their sensitive minds." He saw the +disbelieving smirk on the man's mouth and felt that the sale was +indeed lost. But he plunged on, desperately. + +"They're very economical. They don't require any upkeep, like food. +When they become tired they will sit or lie down near an electric +outlet and plug in a power cord, and in a few minutes they are as +rested and tireless as...." + +"Bosh!" Red-tie retorted. "I've heard enough. Come, Millicent, we +still have time to try Bonn's new Helio-rotor. At least they'll give +us a demonstration." + +Anson escorted them to the Magna-lift. He felt better as he recalled +the last rule in the Guide, the one that seemed to cover the situation +so well: _Rule 50: If they balk because of the no-demonstration rule, +let them go. They will be back when they have seen one of their +friends with a Plasti-Cast Roboid._ + +"Good-bye, Sir; Madam," Anson said wearily, as the Magna-lift doors +closed. "Come again soon." + +He breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator cage dropped them from +sight. A salesman, who had been standing by, spoke to Anson. + +"People are _such_ dears at times, aren't they?" he said. "However, +it's time for your rest period. I'll take over now." + +"Thank you so much," Anson replied tiredly. + +He walked to a tiny room at the far end of the great showroom and +closed the door. He stretched wearily out on a low, folding cot, the +only piece of furniture, and reached for a tiny black power cord +hanging nearby. + +Deftly he plugged it into the socket under his armpit, and breathed +deeply, relaxedly. + +"Yes," he chanted softly, drifting off to sleep, "people _are_ such +dears sometimes." + +THE END + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32638.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32638.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0204dfe9ff3f62039b573faf0790527a4e7ae271 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32638.txt @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced from Weird Tales August-September 1936. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. + copyright on this publication was renewed. + + + In the Dark + + + By RONAL KAYSER + + + _It was a tale of sheer horror that old Asa Gregg poured + into the dictaphone_ + + * * * * * + + + + +The watchman's flashlight printed a white circle on the frosted-glass, +black-lettered door: + + GREGG CHEMICAL CO., MFRS. + ASA GREGG, PRES. + PRIVATE + +The watchman's hand closed on the knob, rattled the door in its frame. +Queer, but tonight the sound had seemed to come from in there.... But +that couldn't be. He knew that Mr. Gregg and Miss Carruthers carried +the only keys to the office, so any intruder would have been forced to +smash the lock. + +Maybe the sound came from the storage room. The watchman clumped along +the rubber-matted corridor, flung his weight against that door. It +opened hard, being of ponderous metal fitted into a cork casing. The +room was an air-tight, fire-proof vault, really. His shoes gritted on +the concrete floor as he prowled among the big porcelain vats. The +flashlight bored through bluish haze to the concrete walls. Acid fumes +escaping under the vat lids made the haze and seared the man's throat. + +He hurried out, coughing and wiping his eyes. It was damn funny. Every +night lately he heard the same peculiar noise somewhere in this wing +of the building.... Like a body groaning and turning in restless +sleep, it was. It scared him. He didn't mention the mystery to anyone, +though. He was an old man, and he didn't want Mr. Gregg to think he +was getting too old for the job. + +"Asa 'd think I was crazy, if I told him about it," he mumbled. + + * * * * * + +Inside the office, Asa Gregg heard the muttered words plainly. He sat +very still in the big, leather-cushioned chair, hardly breathing until +the scrape of the watchman's feet had thinned away down the hall. +There was no light in the room to betray him; only the cherry-colored +tip of his cigar, which couldn't be visible through the frosted glass +door. Anyway, it'd be an hour before the watchman's round brought him +past the office again. Asa Gregg had that hour, if he could screw up +his nerve to use it.... + +He took the frayed end of the cigar from his mouth. His hand, which +had wasted to mere skin and bone these past few months, groped through +the darkness, slid over the polished coolness of the dictaphone hood, +and snapped the switch. Machinery faintly whirred. His fingers found +the tube, lifted it. + +"Miss Carruthers!" he snapped. Then he hesitated. Surely, he could +trust Mary Carruthers! He'd never wondered about her before. She'd +been his secretary for a dozen years--lately, since he couldn't look +after affairs himself as he used to, she had practically run the +business. She was forty, sensible, unbeautiful, and tight-lipped. +Hell, he had to trust her! + +His voice plunged into the darkness. + +"What I have to say now is intended for Mrs. Gregg's ears only. She +will take the first boat home, of course. Meet that boat and bring her +to the office. Since my wife knows nothing about a dictaphone, it will +be necessary for you to set this record running. As soon as you have +done so, leave her alone in the room. Make sure she's not interrupted +for a half-hour. That's all." + +He waited a decent interval. The invisible needle peeled its thread +into the revolving wax cylinder. + +"Jeannette," muttered Asa Gregg, and hesitated again. This wasn't +going to be easy to say. He decided to begin matter-of-factly. "As you +probably know, my will and the insurance policies are in the vault at +the First National. I believe you will find all of my papers in +excellent order. If any questions arise, consult Miss Carruthers. What +I have to say to you now is purely personal--I feel, my dear, that I +owe you an explanation--that is----" + +God, it came harder than he had expected. + +"Jeannette," he started in afresh, "you remember three years ago when +I was in the hospital. You were in Palm Beach at the time, and I wired +that there'd been an accident here at the plant. That wasn't strictly +so. The fact is, I'd gotten mixed up with a girl----" + +He paused, shivering. In the darkness a picture of Dot swam before +him. The oval face, framed by gleaming swirls of lemon-tinted hair, +had pouting scarlet lips, and eyes whose allure was intensified by +violet make-up. The full-length picture of her included a streamlined, +full-blossomed and yet delectably lithe body. A costly, enticing, +Broadway-chorus orchid! As a matter of fact, that was where he'd found +her. + +"I won't make any excuses for myself," Asa Gregg said harshly. "I +might point out that you were always in Florida or Bermuda or France, +and that I was a lonely man. But it wasn't just loneliness, and I +didn't seek companionship. I thought I was making a last bow to +Romance. I was successful, sixty, and silly, and I did all the damn +fool things--I even wrote letters to her. Popsy-wopsy letters." The +dictaphone couldn't record the grimace that jerked his lips. "She +saved them, of course, and by and by she put a price on them--ten +thousand dollars. Dot claimed that one of those filthy tabloids had +offered her that much for them--and what was a poor working-girl to +do? She lied. I knew that. + +"I told her to bring the letters to the office after business hours, +and I'd take care of her. I took care of her, all right. I shot her, +Jeannette!" + +He mopped his face with a handkerchief that was already damp. + +"Not on account of the money, you understand. It was the things she +said, after she had tucked the bills into her purse ... vile things, +about the way she had earned it ten times over by enduring my beastly +kisses. I'd really loved that girl, and I'd thought she'd cared for me +a little. It was her hate that maddened me, and I got the gun out of +my desk drawer----" + + * * * * * + +Asa Gregg reached through the darkness for the switch. He fumbled for +the bottle which stood on the desk. His hand trembled, spilling some +of the liquor onto his lap. He drank from the bottle.... + +This part of the story he'd skip. It was too horrible, even to think +about it. He didn't want to remember how the blood pooled inside Dot's +fur coat, and how he'd managed to carry the body out of the office +without leaking any of her blood onto the floor. He tried to forget +the musky sweetness of the perfume on the dead girl, mingled with that +other evil blood-smell. Especially he didn't want to remember the +frightful time he'd had stripping the gold rings from her fingers, and +the one gold tooth in her head.... + +The horror of it coiled in the blackness about him. His own teeth +rattled against the bottle when he gulped the second drink. He +snapped the switch savagely, but when he spoke his voice cringed into +the tube: + +"I carried her into the storage room. I got the lid off one of the +acid tanks. The vat contained an acid powerful enough to destroy +anything--except gold. In fact, the vat itself had to be lined with +gold-leaf. I knew that in twenty-four hours there wouldn't be a +recognizable body left, and in a week there wouldn't be anything at +all. No matter what the police suspected, they couldn't prove a murder +charge without a _corpus delicti_. I had committed the perfect +crime--except for one thing. I didn't realize that there'd be a +_splash_ when she went into the vat." + +Gregg laughed, not pleasantly. His wife might think it'd been a sob, +when she heard this record. "Now you understand why I went to the +hospital," he jerked. "Possibly you'd call that poetic justice. Oh, +God!" + +His voice broke. Again he thumbed off the switch, and mopped his face +with the damp linen. + +The rest--how could he explain the rest of it? + +He spent a long minute arranging his thoughts. + +"You haven't any idea," he resumed, "no one has any idea, of how I've +been punished for the thing I did. I don't mean the sheer physical +agony--but the fear that I'd talk coming out of the ether at the +hospital. The fear that she'd been traced to my office--I'd simply +hidden her rings away, expecting to drop them into the river--or that +she might have confided in her lover ... yes, she had one. Or, suppose +a whopping big order came through and that tank was emptied the very +next day. And I couldn't ask any questions--I didn't even know what +was in the papers. + +"However, that part of it gradually cleared up. I quizzed Miss +Carruthers, and learned that an unidentified female body had been +fished out of the East River a few days after Dot disappeared. That's +how the police 'solved' the case. I got rid of her rings. I ordered +that vat left alone. + +"The other thing began about six months ago." + +A spasm contorted his face. His fingers ached their grip into the +dictaphone tube. + +"Jeannette, you remember when I began to object to the radio, how I'd +shout at you to turn it off in the middle of a program? You thought I +was ill, and worried about business.... You were wrong. The thing that +got me was _hearing her voice_----" + +He gripped the cold cigar, chewed it. "It's very strange that you +didn't notice it. No matter what station we dialed to, always that +same voice came stealing into the room! But perhaps you did notice? +You said, once or twice, that all those blues singers sounded alike! + +"And she was a blues singer.... It was she, all right, somewhere out +in the ether, reminding me.... + +"The next thing was--well, at first when I noticed it in the office I +thought Miss Carruthers had suddenly taken up with young ideas. You +see, I kept smelling perfume." + +And he smelled it now. It was like a miasma in the dark. + +"It isn't anything that Carruthers wears," he grated. "It comes +from--yes, the storage room. I realized that about a month ago. Just +after you sailed--one night I stayed late at the office, and I went in +there.... It seemed to be strongest around the vat--_her_ vat--and I +lifted the lid. + +"The sweet, sticky musk-smell hit me like a blow in the face. + +"And that isn't all!" + + * * * * * + +Terror stalked in this room. Asa Gregg crouched in his chair, felt the +weight of Fear on him like a submarine pressure. His cigar pitched to +his knees, dropped to the floor. + +"You won't believe this, Jeannette." He hammered the words like nails +into the darkness in front of him. "You will say that it's impossible. +I know that. It _is_ impossible. It is a physiological absurdity--it +contradicts the laws of natural science. + +"_But I saw something on the bottom of that vat!_" + +He groped for the bottle. His wife would hear a long gurgle, and then +a coughing gasp.... + +"The vat was nearly full of this transparent, oily acid," he went on. +"What I saw was a lot of sediment on the golden floor. And there +shouldn't have been any sediment! The stuff utterly dissolves animal +tissue, bone, even the common ores--keeps them in suspension. + +"It didn't look like sediment, either. It looked like a heap of mold ... +grave-mold! + +"I replaced the lid. I spent a week convincing myself that it was all +impossible, that I _couldn't_ have seen anything of the sort. Then I +went to the vat again----" + +Silence hung in the darkness while he sucked wind into his lungs. And +the words burst--separate, yammering shrieks: + +"I looked, night after night! For hours at a time I've watched the +change.... Did you ever see a body decompose? Of course not! Neither +have I. But you must know in a general way what the process is. Well, +this has been the exact opposite! + +"First, I stared at the heap of grave-mold as it shaped itself into +_bones_, a skeleton. + +"I watched the coming of hair, a yellow tangle of it sprouting from +the bare round skull, until--oh, God!--the flesh began making itself +before my eyes! I couldn't bear any more. I stayed away--didn't come +to the office for five days." + +The tube slipped from his sweating, slick fingers. Panting, Asa Gregg +fumbled in the dark until he found it. + +Exhaustion, not self-control, flattened his voice to a deadly +monotone. "I tried to think of a way out. If I could fish the corpse +out of the tank! But I couldn't smuggle it out of the plant--alone. +You know that, and so do I. Besides, what would be the use? If acid +can't kill her, nothing can. + +"That's why I can't have the lid cemented on. It wouldn't do any good, +either! Until three days ago, she hadn't the least color, looked as +white as a ghost in the vat. A naked ghost, because there's been no +resurrection for her clothing.... + +"I've watched her limbs grow rosy! Her lips are scarlet! Her eyes are +bright--they opened yesterday--and her breasts were rising and +falling--oh, almost imperceptibly--but that was last night. + +"And tonight--I swear it--her lips moved! She muttered my name! She +turned--she'd been lying on her side--over onto her back!" + +The record would be badly blurred. His hand shook violently, bobbled +the tube against his lips. Gregg braced his elbow against the desk. + +"She isn't dead," he choked. "She's only asleep ... not very soundly +asleep.... She's waking up!" + +The invisible needle quivered as it traced several noises. There was +his tortured breathing, and the clawing of his fingernails rattling +over the desk. The drawer clicked as it opened. + +The loud click was the cocking of the revolver. + +"_Soon she's going to get out of that vat!_" Gregg bleated. +"Jeannette, forgive me--God, forgive me--but I will not--I cannot--I +dare not stay here to see her then!" + + * * * * * + +The sound of the shot brought the watchman stumbling along the +corridor. He crashed against the office door. It banged open in a +shower of falling frosted glass. The watchman's flashlight severed the +darkness, and printed its white circle on the face of Asa Gregg. + +He had fallen back into the chair, a blackish gout of blood running +from the hole in his temple. He stared sightlessly into the light with +his eyes that were two gnarls of shrunken brown flesh, like knots in a +pine board. + +Asa Gregg was blind ... had been, since that night three years past +when the acid splashed.... + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32655.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32655.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b1a5ae5cc1c1e10ed575221cf549de889165184 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32655.txt @@ -0,0 +1,398 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + The LAST Gentleman + + By Rory Magill + + Illustrated by TED SPEICHER + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science +Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence +that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: _No one knew, no one cared. For a great lethargy was +overcoming the people and their only salvation was--_] + + +The explosion brought Jim Peters upright in bed. He sat there, leaning +back on the heels of his hands, blinking stupidly at the wall. His +vision cleared and he looked down at Myra, just stirring beside him. +Myra opened her eyes. + +Jim said, "Did you feel that?" + +Myra yawned. "I thought I was dreaming. It was an explosion or +something, wasn't it?" + +Jim's lips set grimly. After ten years of cold war, there was only one +appropriate observation, and he made it. "I guess maybe this is it." + +As by common agreement, they got out of bed and pulled on their robes. +They went downstairs and out into the warm summer night. Other people +had come out of their homes also. Shadowy figures moved and collected in +the darkness. + +"Sounded right on top of us." + +"I was looking out the window. Didn't see no flash." + +"Must have been further away than it seemed." + +This last was spoken hopefully, and reflected the mood of all the +people. Maybe it wasn't the bomb after all. + +Oddly, no one had thought to consult a radio. The thought struck them as +a group and they broke into single and double units again--hurrying back +into the houses. Lights began coming on here and there. + +Jim Peters took Myra's hand, unconsciously, as they hurried up the porch +steps. "Hugh would know," Jim said. "I kind of wish Hugh was here." + +Myra laughed lightly--a calculated laugh, meant to disguise the gravity +of this terrible thing. "That's not very patriotic, Jim. If that was the +bomb, Hugh will be kept busy making other bombs to send back to them." + +"But he'd know. I'll bet he could tell just by the sound of it." Jim +smiled quietly in the darkness--proudly. It wasn't everybody who had a +genius for a brother. A nuclear scientist didn't happen in every family. +Hugh was somebody to be proud of. + +They turned on the radio and sat huddled in front of it. The tubes +warmed with maddening slowness. Then there came the deliberately +impersonal voice of the announcer: + +"--on the strength of reports now in, it appears the enemy bungled +badly. Instead of crippling the nation, they succeeded only in alerting +it. The bombs--at this time there appear to have been five of them +dropped--formed a straight north-south line across western United +States. One detonated close to the Idaho-Utah line. The other four were +placed at almost equi-distant points to the south--the fifth bomb, +according to first reports, exploding in a Mexican desert. We have been +informed that Calas, Utah, a town of nine hundred persons, has been +completely annihilated. For further reports, keep tuned to this +station." + +[Illustration: _The fifth "one" exploded in the Mexican desert._] + +A dance band cut in. Jim got up from his chair. "They certainly did +bungle," he said. "Imagine wasting four atom bombs like that." + +Myra got up also. "Would you like some coffee?" + +"That'd be a good idea. I don't feel like going back to bed. I want to +listen for more reports." + +But there were no more reports. An hour passed. Another and another. Jim +spun the dials and got either silence or the cheerful blatherings of +some inane disc jockey who prattled on as though nothing had happened. + +Finally Jim snapped the set off. "Censorship," he said. "Now we're going +to see what it's really like." + +In the morning they gathered again in groups--the villagers in this +little community of five hundred, and discussed the shape of things to +come, as they visualized them. + +"It'll take a little time to get into action," old Sam Bennett said. +"Even expecting it, and with how fast things move these days--it'll take +time." + +"If they invade us--come down from the north--you think the government +will let us know they're coming?" + +"You can't tell. Censorship is a funny thing. In the last war, we knew +more about what was going on in Europe than the people that lived +there." + +At that moment, old Mrs. Kendal fainted dead away and had to be carried +home. Three men carried her and Tom Edwards was one of them. "Kind of +heavy, ain't she?" Tom said. "I never thought Mary weighed much more +than a hundred." + +That night the village shook. In his home, Jim staggered against the +wall. Myra fell to the floor. There were two tremors--the second worse +than the first. Then things steadied away, and he helped Myra to her +feet. + +"But there wasn't any noise," Myra whispered. The whisper was loud in +the silence. + +"That was an earthquake," Jim said. "Nothing to worry about. Might be +one of the bomb's after effects." + +The quake did no great damage in the village, but it possibly +contributed to old Mrs. Kendal's death. She passed on an hour later. +"Poor old lady," a neighbor told Myra. "She was plain weary. That was +what she said just before she closed her eyes. 'Hazel' she said, 'I'm +just plumb tuckered.'" + +The neighbor wiped her face with her apron and turned toward home. +"Think I'll lie down for a spell. I'm tuckered myself. Can't take things +like I used to." + + * * * * * + +Now it was a week after the earthquake--two weeks after the falling of +the bombs, and the town went on living. But it was strange, very +strange. Art Cordell voiced the general opinion when he said, "You know, +we waited a long time for the thing to happen--we kind of visualized, +maybe, how it'd be. But I didn't figure it'd be anything like this." + +"Maybe there isn't any war," Jim said. "Washington hasn't said so." + +"Censorship." + +"But isn't that carrying censorship a little too far? The people ought +to be told whether or not they're at war." + +But the people didn't seem to care. A deadening lethargy had settled +over them. A lethargy they felt and questioned in their own minds, but +didn't talk about, much. Talking itself seemed to have become an effort. + +This continued weariness--this dragging of one foot after another--was +evidently the result of radiation from the bombs. What other place could +it come from? The radiation got blamed for just about everything +untoward that happened. It caused Jenkin's apples to fall before they +were half-ripe. Something about it bent the young wheat to the ground +where it mildewed and rotted. + +Some even blamed the radiation for the premature birth of Jane Elman's +baby, even though such things had happened before even gun powder was +invented. + +But it certainly was a strange war. Nothing came over the radio at all. +Nobody seemed to care, really. Probably because they were just plain too +tired. Jim Peters dragged himself to and from work in sort of a daze. +Myra got her housework done, but it was a greater effort every day. All +she could think of was the times she could drop on the lounge for a +rest. She didn't care much whether a war was going on or not. + +People had quit waiting for them to come down from the north. They knew +that the places where the bombs had fallen were guarded like Fort Knox. +Nobody got in or out. + +Jim remembered the flash, the color, the rumors, the excitement of World +War Two. The grim resolution of the people to buckle down and win it. +Depots jammed. Kids going off to join. + +But nobody went to join this war. That was funny. Somehow Jim hadn't +thought of that before. None of the kids was being called up. Did they +have enough men? Washington didn't say. Washington didn't say anything. + +And the people didn't seem to care. That was the strange thing, when you +could get your tired mind to focus on it. + +The people didn't care. They were too busily occupied with the grim +business of putting one foot in front of the other. + +Jim got home one evening to find Myra staring dully at a small handful +of ground meat. "That's a pound," she said. + +Jim frowned. "What do you mean? That little bit?" + +Myra nodded. "I asked for a pound of hamburger and Art put that much on +the scale. In fact not even that much. It said a pound. I saw it. But +there was such a little bit that he felt guilty and put some more on." + +Jim turned away. "I'm not hungry anyhow," he said. + + * * * * * + +At ten that night, after they were in bed, a knock sounded on the door. +They had been in bed three hours, because all they could think of as +soon as they had eaten was getting into bed and staying there until the +last possible minute on the following morning. + +But the knock came and Jim went down. He called back upstairs with more +life than he'd shown in a long time, "Myra--come down. It's Hugh. Hugh's +come to see us." + +And Myra came down quickly--something she hadn't done for a long time +either. + +Hugh seemed weary and drawn, but his smile was the same. Hugh hadn't +changed a great deal from the gangling kid who never studied mathematics +in school but always had the answers. It came natural to him. + +During the coffee that Myra made, Hugh said, "Had quite a time getting +here. Trains disrupted. All air lines grounded. But I wanted to see you +again before--" + +"Then there _is_ a war," Jim said. "We've been kind of wondering out +here. With the censorship we don't get any news and the people +hereabouts have almost forgotten the bombs I guess." + +Hugh stared into his coffee cup for a long time. "No--there isn't any +war." Hugh grinned wryly. "I don't think anybody in the world has got +enough energy left to fight one." + +"There _was_ one then? One that's over?" Jim felt suddenly like a fool, +sitting here on a world that might have gone through a war stretching +from pole to pole, and asking if it had happened as though he lived on +Mars somewhere--out of touch. But that's the way it was. + +"No there wasn't any war." + +"You mean our government shot off those bombs themselves? You know I +thought it was funny. Landing out in the desert that way like they did. + +"Old Joe would have hit for Chicago or Detroit or New York. It was silly +to say bombs dropped on the desert came from an enemy." + +"No--the government didn't fire them." + +Myra set her cup down. "Jim, stop asking Hugh so many questions. He's +tired. He's come a long way. The questions can wait." + +"Yes--I guess they can. We'll show you where your room is, Hugh." + +As she opened the window of the spare bedroom, Myra stood for a moment +looking out. "Moon's certainly pretty tonight. So big and yellow. Wish I +wasn't too tired to enjoy it." + +They went to bed then, in the quiet home under the big yellow moon over +the quiet town. A moon over a quiet country--over a weary, waiting, +world. + +Jim didn't go to work the next day. He hadn't planned to stay away from +work, but he and Myra awoke very late and it was then that he made up +his mind. For a long time, they lay in bed, not even the thought of Hugh +being around and all the things they wanted to talk about, could bring +them out of bed until they felt guilty about not getting up. + +Hugh was sitting on the front porch watching the still trees in the +yard. There was a breeze blowing, but it wasn't enough to move the +leaves. Every leaf hung straight down, not stirring, and the grass +seemed matted and bent toward the earth. + +Myra got breakfast. She dropped the skillet while transferring the eggs +to a platter but she got her foot out of the way so no harm was done. +After breakfast the men went back outside. Jim moved automatically +toward a chair. + +Then he stopped and frowned. He straightened deliberately. He turned and +looked at his brother. He said, "Hugh. You're a man that knows. What's +wrong? What did those bombs do to us? Tell me. I've got to know." + +Hugh was silent for a time. Then he said, "Feel up to a walk?" + +"Certainly. Why not?" + +They went to the edge of town and out into a pasture and stopped finally +by a brook where the water flowed sluggishly. + +After a while, Hugh said, "I'm not supposed to tell anybody anything, +but somehow it doesn't seem decent--keeping the truth from your own +brother. And what difference does it make--really?" + +"What's happened, Hugh." + +"There weren't any bombs." + +"No bombs." + +"It happened this way. Long before this Earth was formed, a million +light years out in space, a white dwarf died violently." + +"You're talking in riddles." + +Hugh looked up into the blue sky. "A dwarf star, Jim. So incredibly +heavy, it would be hard for you to conceive of its weight. This star +blew up--broke into five pieces and the five pieces followed each other +through space. This world was formed in the meantime--maybe even this +galaxy--we don't know. So the five pieces of heavy star had a rendezvous +with a world unborn. The world was born and grew old and then the +rendezvous was kept. Right on schedule. On some schedule so huge and +ponderous we can't even begin to understand it." + +"The five bombs." + +"They hit the earth in a line and drove deep into the ground. But that +was only the beginning. It all has to do with magnetism--the way they +kept right on burrowing toward the center of our earth--causing the +earthquakes--causing apples to fall from trees." Hugh turned to glance +at Jim. "Did you know you weigh around six hundred pounds now?" + +"I haven't weighed myself lately." + +"We checked and found out what the stuff was. We'd never seen anything +like it before. That star was a real heavyweight. All the pieces are +drawing together toward the center of earth. But they'll never get +there." + +"They won't." + +"We're doomed, Jim. Earth is doomed. That's the why of this censorship. +We didn't want panics--mass suicide--a world gone mad." + +"How's it going to come?" + +"If allowed to run its course, the world would come to a complete +standstill. Nothing would grow. People would move slower and slower +until they finally fell in their tracks and could not get up. Eternal +night on one side of a dead planet--eternal day on the other." + +"But it's not going to happen?" + +Hugh's mind went off on another track. "You know, Jim--I've never been a +religious man. In fact I've only had one concept of God. I believe that +God--above all, is a gentleman." + +Jim said nothing and after a moment, Hugh went on. "Do you know what +they do when they execute a man by firing squad?" + +"What do they do?" + +"After the squad fires its volley, the Captain steps up to the fallen +man and puts a bullet through his brain. The man is executed for a +reason, but the bullet is an act of mercy--the act of a gentleman. + +"We are being executed for a reason we can't understand, and the bullet +has already been fired, Jim. Another ten hours--eleven hours." + +"What bullet?" + +"Look up there. See it? The Moon." + +Jim looked dully into the sky. "It's bigger--a way bigger." + +"Hurtling in toward us at ever increasing speed. When it hits--" + +Jim looked at his brother with complete understanding at last. "When it +hits--we won't be here any more." + +"That's right. A quick, easy death for the world--from the bullet fired +by the Last Gentleman." + +They turned back toward the house. "Shall I tell Myra," Jim asked. + +"What do you think you should do?" + +"No--no, we won't tell her. We've got ten hours." + +"Yes--we've got ten hours." + +"Let's go home and have some coffee." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32662.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32662.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d1e2b647bc826f683e90f34fbf41617eaf8a6cbc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32662.txt @@ -0,0 +1,206 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Colin Bell, David Wilson, and the Project Gutenberg +Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page +images generously made available by Internet Archive/American Libraries +(http://www.archive.org/details/americana) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 32662-h.htm or 32662-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/32662/pg32662-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/32662/32662-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/eightstoriesfori00portiala + + + + + +EIGHT STORIES FOR ISABEL. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + +PORTLAND: BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + +[Illustration] + +STEAM BOAT. + + +Here is a Steam Boat sailing on the water. How fast she moves. She is +carried along by wheels. See the smoke coming from the chimney. There is +a great fire in the boat, and large boilers, which hold sixty hogsheads +of water; and when this water boils, the steam comes from it so swift +and strong that it can be made to move the great wheels which are on the +outside of the boat, and these great wheels have wide paddles to them, +that are all the time beating water back. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CHAIR. + + +You all know what this picture is; a Chair. It has a back and a seat and +four legs. I knew a little girl that got upon the back of a chair, when +her brother was sitting in it eating his breakfast, and he rose up as +soon as he had done, and the chair fell back to the floor, and his +little sister's head was so hurt that she died. You must never get upon +the back of a chair, nor pull one away when any body is going to sit +down, for the fall may break the person's back. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SHIP. + + +This Ship is carried along by the wind, which blows against her white +sails, which you can see all spread from the mast. + +Her hull sits on the water and slides along throwing the waves on each +side. + +The great Whale, and the Porpoise, and the hungry Sharks, all play round +the great Ship, and seem to wonder what mighty thing it is that is +swimming through the sea and keeps always on the top of the water, not +sinking down and coming up again as they do. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE WELL. + + +This is the picture of a Well. It is pretty, and all around it are +flowers growing upon its grey and mossy stones. It has a wheel, and +bucket, and a rope; and water is got from it by putting down the +bucket, and pulling the rope over the wheel. + +Did you ever hear of the giddy Girl who fell into the well, and of +naughty John Green who threw the poor puss into the well, and of good +Jack Stout who took her out? You can read their story in many books. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +ARM AND HAMMER. + + +This is the picture of a very strong Arm, holding a great hammer. It is +such arms as this that do all the most useful work in the world. It must +be such an arm that beats out the hard iron, that hammers the rough +stone and makes it smooth, that cuts down with an axe the largest +trees, and that builds all our houses. It is this arm that guides the +plough and that mows the grass, and that tames the wild colt and the +fiery bull, and makes them obedient, to drag our carts and chaises. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CAT. + + +Puss is seeing her pretty face in the looking-glass. Perhaps she will +wash her face in the bowl that stands by her side. + +Cats will always wash their faces once a day, and look clean and neat, +and when they take a walk out of doors, they never step in the wet. +Little girls must keep their shoes and frocks and stockings and hands +and face clean, and never play in the dirt. + +Cats are not fond of dogs. Her tail will puff out as big as your arm, +when she sees one. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +BROWN COW. + + +God made the Cow, the Cow gives milk, the woman makes butter and cheese +from the milk, and Children eat butter, and cheese, and milk. Cows +cannot read but you must read. + + + + +[Illustration] + +WHITE HORSE. + + +Here is a white Horse, with his black mane and long tail. He trots in +the chaise, he walks with the tracks and the carts, and he canters and +gallops in the saddle. + + + + + A B C D E F + + L K J I H G + + M N O P Q R + + X W V U T S + + Y Z + + a b c d e f g + + n m l k j i h + + o p q r s t u + + z y x w v + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32714.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32714.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3d0ee147dc47d5c7c5df86b43631a2ed258d0f25 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32714.txt @@ -0,0 +1,261 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Bryan Ness and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed +Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 32714-h.htm or 32714-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/32714/pg32714-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/32714/32714-h.zip) + + + + + +SOUVENIR BOOK OF THE GREAT CHELSEA FIRE +APRIL 12, 1908. + +Containing Thirty-Four Views of the Burned +District and Prominent Buildings. + +Also a Descriptive Sketch. + + + + + + + +Copyright, 1908, By The N. E. Paper & Stationery Co. +Manufacturers of Souvenir Post Cards and View Books, +Boston and Ayer, Mass. + + + + +The Great Chelsea Fire + + +On Sunday April 12, 1908, at about 11 o'clock A. M., an alarm was rung in +for a fire in the works of the Boston Blacking Co. on West 3rd St., near +the Everett line. The fire department responded immediately and succeeded +in putting out the fire with but very little damage, but the forty-mile +gale that was blowing at the time carried sparks from the fire to nearby +houses, and soon all the frame buildings in that vicinity were ablaze. The +fire then traveled with great rapidity in an easterly direction, and +despite the best efforts of the department, was soon beyond control. Aid +was called in from nearby cities, but even the largely increased force was +unable to cope with the fire, and could only endeavor to keep it within +certain limits. So intense was the heat that buildings made of solid +granite crumbled, and were entirely destroyed. The fire could not be +checked in its easterly course, and in a short time had traveled across +the city and was stopped only by the Mystic River at the East Boston line. +Almost the entire business section on Broadway was destroyed, the northern +boundary of the fire on Broadway being the Boston & Maine R. R. tracks, +and the southern boundary Chelsea Square. Between these two points on +Broadway almost all the retail business of the city was done. Among the +more prominent public buildings that were destroyed are the City Hall, +Y. M. C. A. Building, Odd Fellows Building, Chelsea Savings Bank and +County Trust Co. buildings. The number of buildings destroyed is estimated +at about 1500, while between 10,000 and 12,000 people were rendered +homeless. + +No sooner had the awful havoc that the fire had wrought become known, than +relief funds were started all over the country, and many of the cities and +towns in Massachusetts gave substantial amounts for the relief of the +stricken city. + +Within two weeks after the fire, Lee Higginson & Co., who were financial +agents for the official relief committee had received almost $300,000, and +many thousands of dollars more were given directly by employers of the +burnt-out families, and by fraternal organizations such as Knights of +Columbus, Knights of Pythias, Odd Fellows, Elks, Eagles and many others, +almost all of which established relief headquarters at once. The central +relief committee immediately opened relief stations at the new High School +building and at Lincoln Hall, and thousands were fed at these two places +daily. + +By Tuesday, great quantities of clothing had been received for +distribution, and a receiving station was established at Keany Sq. Boston, +where contributions of clothing and household goods were received. + +On Wednesday a large number of people were furnished with cooking utensils +and mattresses, and by the end of the week thousands of sets of +bed-clothing had been distributed. + +In response to a call from the relief committee, hundreds of automobiles +offered their services in delivering goods to the homeless, and the work +of relief was greatly aided by this means. + + + + +[Illustration: Chelsea Square looking north up Broadway, showing Chelsea +Trust Co. Building in centre, and Odd Fellows Building at right.] + + +[Illustration: Stebbins Block, showing Knights of Columbus Hall, the +southern limit of the fire on Broadway.] + + +[Illustration: Looking up Broadway from Third Street. The heart of the +Business District.] + + +[Illustration: Everett Avenue from Broadway showing what remains of +Chelsea's most congested district.] + + +[Illustration: Looking toward Everett Ave. from rear of Knights of +Columbus Hall, showing Congregational and Universalist Churches and +Chelsea Trust Co. Building.] + + +[Illustration: Corner Post of Granite Block, Corner of Fourth Street and +Broadway, All that remains of a magnificent stone building.] + + +[Illustration: Looking down Everett Ave. from Chestnut Street, another +view of the congested district.] + + +[Illustration: Odd Fellows Building, Chelsea Sq. The small view shows the +building as it appeared before the fire.] + + +[Illustration: Cherry Street from Everett Avenue.] + + +[Illustration: Bellingham Hill from Chester Ave. This hill was the site of +many fine residences.] + + +[Illustration: All that remains of the residential section on Chester +Ave.] + + +[Illustration: Looking up Chestnut Street from Third, showing Universalist +Church and Central Congregational Church in the distance.] + + +[Illustration: Ruins of the Chelsea Savings Bank Building, cor. Broadway +and Congress Ave.] + + +[Illustration: Bellingham Station, Broadway.] + + +[Illustration: Ruins of the Williams School, Walnut Street.] + + +[Illustration: Ruins of City Hall and City Hall School, Central Avenue.] + + +[Illustration: Ruins of the Shurtleff School, Essex Street. This was a +magnificent granite structure, but the stone of which it was built was +crumbled by the great heat of the fire.] + + +[Illustration: Wreck of a Lynn Fire Engine, which had to be abandoned.] + + +[Illustration: Ruins of St. Rose Catholic Church, Broadway, Chelsea, Mass. +After the big fire of April 12, 1908.] + + +[Illustration: Universalist Church, corner Fourth and Chestnut Sts. The +small view shows it as it looked before the fire.] + + +[Illustration: Central Congregational Church, corner Fifth and Chestnut +Sts. The small view shows it as it looked before the fire.] + + +[Illustration: First Baptist Church, Central Ave. Before and after the +fire.] + + +[Illustration: First Baptist Church and City Hall, Central Ave.] + + +[Illustration: St. Luke's Episcopal Church, Hawthorne Street, which was +entirely destroyed.] + + +[Illustration: Y. M. C. A. Building, Bellingham Square, entirely +destroyed.] + + +[Illustration: Fitz Public Library, destroyed in the Big Fire.] + + +[Illustration: Birdseye View of Chelsea, Mass. from Powderhorn Hill. The +entire district shown in this view with the exception of the houses in the +immediate foreground was entirely destroyed in the Big Fire.] + + +[Illustration: Chelsea Square. The nearer end of this square marks the +southern limit of the fire on Broadway.] + + +[Illustration: Unitarian Church, Hawthorne Street.] + + +[Illustration: Soldiers Monument at Union Park. It was to this Park that +many of the burnt out families fled with their belongings.] + + + + +A list of the more prominent buildings destroyed by the fire is given +below, although this does not by any means include a complete list of the +public or semi-public structures that were burned. + + + CHURCHES + + Central Congregational Church + St. Rose Catholic + First Universalist + First Unitarian + First Baptist + Polish Catholic + Bellingham M. E. + St. Luke's Episcopal + Several Synagogues + + + SCHOOLS + + Williams Grammar + Frank B. Fay + Shurtleff + Bellingham + Broadway + Highland + City Hall + Shawmut St. + Parochial + + + PROMINENT BLDGS. + + City Hall + Y. M. C. A. Building + Odd Fellows Building + Chelsea Trust Co. + Chelsea Saving Bank + Granite Block + State Armory + Public Library + County Savings Bank + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32782.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32782.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ff6b9b0d46c949684b01e5d873c73c7193e5da22 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32782.txt @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +SUCCESS STORY + +By Robert Turner + +Illustrated by KELLY FREAS + + _What is to be will be. Our only refuge lies in that which + might not have been._ + + +_December 8th, 1952, Two-Thirty A. M._ + +After awhile the blinding light was like actual physical pressure +against his tightly squinched eyes. He tried to burrow deeper into the +protectively warm, cave-like place where he'd been safe from them for +so long. But he couldn't escape them. Their hands, their big, red, +hideously smooth hands had him, now. They were tugging and pulling at +him with a strength impossible to fight. Still he struggled. + +He tried to cry out but there was no sound from his constricted +throat. There were only the frightening noises from outside, louder, +now. He tried to twist and squirm against the hands dragging him +toward that harsh, blinding light. He was too small, too weak, +compared to them. He couldn't fight them off. He felt himself being +stretched and strained and forced with cruel determination. He didn't +want to go _out there_. He knew what was waiting for him _out there_. +He _couldn't_ go. Not _out there_, where.... + + * * * * * + +When Jeff McKinney was three years old he tipped a pot of scalding +water from the stove onto himself. He was badly burned and scarred. He +hovered between life and death for several weeks. Jeff's father was +out of work at the time and they were living in a cold water tenement. +Something about the case caught a tabloid's attention and it was +played up as a human interest sob story. It came to the attention of a +wealthy man who volunteered to pay for plastic surgery. Then followed, +long months of that kind of torture, but Jeff McKinney came out of it +not too badly scarred. Not on the surface, anyhow. But his face had a +strange hue. There was a frozen, mask-like cast to his features when +he smiled. + +[Illustration] + +He was eight when he saw his father killed. He was in the taxi the +older McKinney now drove for a living when the father stepped out of +the driver's side onto a busy street without looking back first. The +speeding truck took the car door and Jeff's father with it for half a +block, wedged between front wheel and fender. Jeff never forgot the +sound of that, and the screaming. Nor his shock when he suddenly +realized that the screams were his own. + +Jeff was a strange boy. He didn't have an average childhood. The +poverty was more extreme after his father's death. He stayed home +alone while his mother was out working at whatever job she could get, +reading too much and thinking too much. Once, he looked at her with +haunted eyes and said: "Mother, why is life so bad? Why are people +even born into a world like this?" + +What could she say to a question like that? She said: "Please, +Jefferson! Please don't talk that way. Life isn't all bad. You'll see. +Some day, in spite of everything, you'll be somebody and you'll be +happy. The good times will come." + +They did, of course. A few of them. There was the day he went upstate +on an outing for underprivileged boys and went fishing for the first +time. He caught a whopping trout and won a prize for it. That was +nice; that was fun. That was when he was thirteen. That was the year +the gang of kids caught him on the way home from school and beat him +unconscious because he never laughed; because they couldn't _make_ him +laugh. The year before his mother died. + +At the orphanage he didn't mingle much with the other boys. He spent +most of his after-classes hours alone in the school's chemistry lab. +He liked to tinker with chemicals. They were cold, emotionless, immune +to joy and sadness, yet they had purpose. He played the cello, too, +with haunting beauty, but not in the school band, only when he wanted +to, when nobody was around and he could really feel the music. + +Once, on the way home from his cello lesson in the music building, he +saw some boys playing football on the orphanage athletic field. He was +suddenly seized with a fierce determination to belong, to grab at some +of the shouting, laughing happiness these boys seemed to have. He told +them he wanted to join in and play, too. He didn't understand why they +laughed so at this idea. + +They stopped laughing, though, after the first time he ran with the +ball, and they all piled up on him and he didn't get up. He lay there, +looking so ghostly and breathing so harshly and with the trickle of +blood coming out of his ears. But Jeff didn't know they had stopped +laughing. + +He recovered from that skull fracture, all right. Worse, though, than +any of the unhappiness he suffered during his life, worse even than +the shocks of his father's and mother's deaths, was the thing that +happened to him when he was twenty and working at the laboratories of +a big drug company. + +He met and fell hopelessly in love with a girl named Nina, a girl a +few years older than he was. They married and for the first few weeks +Jeff McKinney had happiness he'd never known before. Until he came +home from work sick, one afternoon and saw Nina with the man from the +apartment over them. She didn't whine and beg for forgiveness, Nina +didn't. She stood boldly while the other man laughed and laughed and +she screamed invective upon Jefferson McKinney, telling him what she +really thought of him, a gloomy, puny weakling who couldn't even make +a decent living, telling him that she was through with him. + +A blank spot came into Jeff's life right then. When it was over, Nina +and the other man were on the floor and there was blood on the kitchen +carving knife in Jeff's hand. + +They didn't find him for awhile. He changed his name and appearance +and hid in the soiled seams and ragged fringes of society. He learned +the anaesthetic powers of drugs and alcohol. He gave up trying to get +anything out of this life. Then they finally picked him up, fished him +from the river into which he'd jumped. There were days of torture +after that, without the alcohol and drugs his wrecked system craved. +Right there was the final hell that could have broken him completely. +But it didn't. It was like the terrible crisis after a long illness. +Things began to get better, to go to the other extreme after that. + +A state psychiatrist brought Jeff's case to the attention of a noted +criminal lawyer. Neither Nina nor her lover had died from their knife +wounds. On the plea of the unwritten law, Jeff McKinney got off with a +suspended sentence. The lawyer and psychiatrist learned of his +interest and knowledge and talent for chemistry and got him another +job in the experimental laboratory of a big university. + +Later he married a girl named Elaine, who worked at the lab with him. +They had two children, and lived in a small comfortable cottage just +off the University campus. For several years, they had all they wanted +of life--comfort, health, happiness. Jeff thought that life could +never be more wonderful. All of his former, bitter, cynical views fell +away from him. Hadn't he, with all odds against him, finally won out +and acquired peace and contentment and a purpose in life? What was +wrong with a world in which that could happen? + +Then there was the topper. Jefferson McKinney discovered a new drug +which would cure and eventually eliminate a disease that was one of +the world's worst killers, the drug for which thousands of scientists +had been seeking for years. + +He was feted and honored, became a national hero. The story of his +life and his discovery temporarily pushed even the doleful forecasts +of an early Third War, the Big War, off the front pages. And Jeff was +humbly proud and grateful that he had paid now the debt he owed to a +society that could make a final victory, like his, possible. + +In a zenith of almost holy happiness, he stood one evening on a +lecture platform in a huge auditorium in a great city, before +thousands of worshipping people to make a thank-you speech after being +awarded a world prize for his great scientific discovery. + +But in the middle of his talk he broke off suddenly. A flash of +blinding brilliance slashed through the windows. Horror painted his +face. In a whisper, he cried: "No! No! It would make it all so +senseless!" His eyes looked like the eyes of a man with flaming +splinters jammed under his fingernails. His face seemed to pucker, and +grow infantile. Then he screamed: "No! Leave me alone! I _told_ you I +didn't want to come _out here_, to be one of _you_! Damn you, why did +you bring me _out here_? For--for _this_?..." + +There were the shards of glass from the great auditorium windows, +floating inward, turning lazily. There were the brick walls crumbling, +tumbling inward, scattering through the air in the same seeming slow +motion. The dust cloud and the sound, the flat blast-sound, came after +that, as the entire building--perhaps the world--disintegrated in the +eye-searing light.... + + +_December 8th, 1952, Two-Thirty A. M._ + +The flat of a rubber-gloved hand striking flesh made a splatting +noise. A thin, breathless but concentrated crying followed. The doctor +looked down at his charity clinic patient, the woman under the bright +delivery room lights. + +"Look at him--fighting like a little demon!" the doctor said. "Seemed +almost as though he didn't want to come out and join us.... What's the +matter, son? This is a bright, new, wonderful world to be born +into.... What are you going to call the boy, Mrs. McKinney?" + +The woman under the lights forced a tired smile. "Jeff. Jefferson +McKinney. That's going to be his name," she whispered proudly. + +The baby's terrified squalling subsided into fretful, whimpering +resignation. + + +--THE END-- + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32810.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32810.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6c03fe670f0dc0e74f7469cd6547949e095c0dd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32810.txt @@ -0,0 +1,204 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Colin Bell, David Wilson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + +------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | THE 3 | + | SOLDIER | + | TURNED | + | FARMER. | + | | + | | + | [Illustration] | + | | + | | + | PORTLAND: | + | BAILEY & NOYES. | + | | + +------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + +THE SOLDIER +TURNED FARMER. + + +[Illustration] + + +PORTLAND: BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + + A B C D E F + G H I J K L + M N O P Q R + S T U V W X + Y Z & + + a b c d e f g + h i j k l m n o + p q r s t u v w + x y z + + + + +[Illustration] + +This Globe you see is almost round, as the earth on which you live, and +like the stars that shine above you every night. + + +[Illustration] + +_A Mortar._ + +This is made of iron, or of wood, or of stone, and is used to pound +spice in for puddings. + + +[Illustration] + +Boot and Shoes for my father. When you grow a gentleman, you shall have +white-top boots and silk strings in your shoes. + + +[Illustration] + +A Black Hat which is made of wool and fur, and then worn by men and +boys. We will go to the hatter's and buy one. + + +[Illustration] + +Wool Sack is a large bag, filled with wool from the back of the Sheep +that have already come from the pasture to be sheared. + + +[Illustration] + +This great Tree stands in the Common, and is 65 feet high, 22 feet girth +or circumference, 7 feet through, and 83 feet across the branches or +about 250 feet round, and covering 7289 sq. ft. + + +[Illustration] + +A Horse is a fine fellow to ride on. Horses are of all colours, bay and +black, grey and white, and chesnut and sorrel. + + +[Illustration] + +A Barrel of cider that the farmer has brought us from the country. I +hope the barrel was sweet and clean before he put the cider in it. + + +[Illustration] + +Here is the pretty House that Daniel's father built, and where he now +lives with all his little boys. It has trees before it, and the children +are playing in the parlour. + + +[Illustration] + +This Sheep is one of the flock, who is going home because he has eaten +grass enough to-day. + + +[Illustration] + +Chest of Tea from the Chinese. Little boys and girls must not have tea, +because milk, which you can have from this cow is much better. + + +[Illustration] + +This Cow belongs to the farmer whose history I am now going to tell you, +and who brings milk here every day. + + + + +_Story of the Boy who would be a Soldier._ + + +There was a little boy who was just four years old when I knew him, and +he lived in this house, + +[Illustration] + +and when he grew up he did not wish to be a scholar, and learn the +letters, but wanted to be a Soldier and follow the drum. Here you can +see one, + +[Illustration] + +pretty enough to look at, but of a very noisy sound. Well, this boy +would become a soldier, and he was drest in a suit of fine clothes +every day, and he strutted about, but if he did any thing wrong, he was +sure to be whipped. See him march before the sentry-box, which I think +is very hard work, because he must keep going, whether it rains hard or +shines hot. In his hand is a heavy gun, on his back a knapsack, and on +his head a great cocked hat. Look at him, and see besides the tents or +huts in which a soldier sleeps. + +[Illustration] + +Well, after a little time he had to go to a great distance from home, +into another part of the world, and one night while he was lying under +the tent on his straw bed, he was very much startled by hearing this +Lion roar, + +[Illustration] + +for he was in that part of the globe where lions live, and he was so +frightened that he said he would not be a soldier any longer, but get +to his home again as fast as he could. So in the very first ship that +sailed for his own country he came home. Here is the ship. + +[Illustration] + +When he left off his coloured clothes, and his gun and belts, he wore a +round hat, and went to be a farmer, and he soon bought him a bay horse, +and here he has him by the bridle. + +[Illustration] + +If you are a good child to-day, he will put him in a chaise and give +you a pleasant ride. + +I think it much better for him to be a farmer, and to keeps pigs, and +sheep, and cows, and horses, than to be shooting men with his black +powder and leaden balls, and I wish him success in his new labour. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32849.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32849.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0e36b07ce9ecd4da04c14f07a2fc3a8947be77f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg32849.txt @@ -0,0 +1,329 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Adam Buchbinder, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net +(This book was produced from scanned images of public +domain material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + + + OSCAR WILDE + + _An Idler's Impression_ + + + BY + + EDGAR SALTUS + + + [Illustration: Logo] + + + + + CHICAGO + + BROTHERS OF THE BOOK + + 1917 + + + + COPYRIGHT 1917 + + BY + + EDGAR SALTUS + + * * * * * + + + + +Of this first edition of _Oscar Wilde: An Idler's Impression, by Edgar +Saltus_, there have been printed four hundred and seventy-four copies, +and the type distributed. No second edition will be made. The +autographed copies were all subscribed for before publication. + + The edition consists of + + 49 copies on Inomachi vellum, in full binding, each copy + autographed by the author. Numbered from 1 to 49 inclusive. + + 100 copies on Inomachi vellum, in three-quarters binding. + Numbered from 50 to 149 inclusive. + + 325 copies on Fabriano hand-made paper, in boards. Numbered + from 150 to 474 inclusive. + + This Copy is Number + + * * * * * + + + + +_Oscar Wilde: An Idler's Impression_ + +OSCAR WILDE + + +Years ago, in a Paris club, one man said to another: "Well, what's +up?" The other shook a paper: "There is only one genius in England and +they have put him in jail." + +One may wonder though whether it were their doing, or even Wilde's, +that put him there. One may wonder whether it were not the high fates +who so gratified him in order that, from his purgatory, he might rise +to a life more evolved. But that view is perhaps obvious. Wilde +himself, who was the least mystic of men, accepted it. In the "De +Profundis," after weighing his disasters, he said: "Of these things I +am not yet worthy." + +The genuflexion has been called a pose. It may have been. Even so, it +is perhaps better to kneel, though it be in the gallery, than to stoop +at nothing, and Wilde, who had stood very high, bent very low. He saw +that there is one thing greater than greatness and that is humility. + +Yet though he saw it, it is presumable that he forgot it. It is +presumable that the grace which was his in prison departed in Paris. +On the other hand it may not have. There are no human scales for any +soul. + +It was at Delmonico's, shortly after he told our local Customs that he +had nothing to declare but genius, that I first met him. He was +dressed like a mountebank. Without, at the entrance, a crowd had +collected. In the restaurant people stood up and stared. Wilde was +beautifully unmoved. He was talking, at first about nothing whatever, +which is always an interesting topic, then about "Vera," a play of his +for which a local manager had offered him an advance, five thousand +dollars I think, "mere starvation wages," as he put it, and he went on +to say that the manager wanted him to make certain changes in it. He +paused and added: "But who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?"--a +jest which afterward he was too generous to hoard. + +Later, in London, I saw him again. In appearance and mode of life he +had become entirely conventional. The long hair, the knee-breeches, +the lilies, the velvet, all the mountebank trappings had gone. He was +married, he was a father, and in his house in Tite street he seemed a +bit bourgeois. Of that he may have been conscious. I remember one of +his children running and calling at him: "My good papa!" and I +remember Wilde patting the boy and saying: "Don't call me that, it +sounds so respectable." + +In Tite street I had the privilege of meeting Mrs. Oscar, who asked me +to write something in an album. I have always hated albumenous poetry +and, as I turned the pages in search of possible inspiration, I +happened on this: _From a poet to a poem. Robert Browning._ + +Poets exaggerate and why should they not? They have been found, too, +with their hands in other people's paragraphs. Wilde helped himself to +that line which he put in a sonnet to this lady, who had blue eyes, +fair hair, chapped lips, and a look of constant bewilderment. + +As for that, Oscar was sufficiently bewildering. He talked infinitely +better than he wrote, and on no topic, no matter what, could he talk +as other mortals must. Once only I heard of him uttering a platitude +and from any one else that platitude would have been a paradox. He +exuded wit and waded in it with a serenity that was disconcerting. + +It was on this abnormal serenity and on his equally abnormal +brilliance that he relied to defeat the prosecution. "I have all the +criminal classes with me," he announced, and that was his one +platitude, a banality that contrived to be tragic. Then headlong down +the stair of life he fell. + +Hell he had long since summarised as the union of souls without bodies +to bodies without souls. There are worse definitions than this which +years later I recalled when, through a curious forethought of fate, he +was taken, en route to the cemetery, through the Porte de l'Enfer. + +But in Tite street, at this time, and in Regent street where he +occasionally dined, he was gentle, wholesome, and joyous; a man who +paid compliments because, as he put it, he could pay nothing else. He +had been caricatured: the caricatures had ceased. People had turned to +look: they looked no longer. He was forgiven and, what is worse, +forgotten. Yet that tiger, his destiny, was but sharpening its claws. + +At an inn where Gautier dined, the epigrams were so demoralising that +a waiter became insane. Similarly in the Regent street restaurant it +was reported, perhaps falsely, that a waiter had also lost his reason. +But Wilde, though a three decanter man, always preserved his own. He +preserved, too, his courtesy which was invariable. The most venomous +thing that he ever said of anyone was that he was a tedious person, +and the only time he ever rebuked anybody was at the conclusion of one +of those after-dinner stories which some host or other interrupted by +rising and saying: "Shall we continue the conversation in the +drawing-room?" + +But I am in error. That was not his only rebuke. On one occasion I +drove with him to Tite street. An hour previous he had executed a +variation on the "Si j'etais roi." "If I were king," he had sung, "I +would sit in a great hall and paint on green ivory and when my +ministers came and told me that the people were starving, I would +continue to paint on green ivory and say: 'Let them starve.'" + +The aria was rendered in the rooms of Francis Hope, a young man who +later married and divorced May Yohe, but who at the time showed an +absurd interest in stocks. Someone else entered and Hope asked what +was new in the City. "Money is very tight," came the reply. "Ah, +yes," Wilde cut in. "And of a tightness that has been felt even in +Tite street. Believe me, I passed the forenoon at the British Museum +looking at a gold-piece in a case." + +Afterward we drove to Chelsea. It was a vile night, bleak and bitter. +On alighting, a man came up to me. He wore a short jacket which he +opened. From neck to waist he was bare. I gave him a shilling. Then +came the rebuke. With entire simplicity Wilde took off his overcoat +and put it about the man. + +But the simplicity seemed to me too Hugoesque and I said: "Why didn't +you ask him in to dinner?" + +Wilde gestured. "Dinner is not a feast, it is a ceremony." + +Subsequently that ceremony must have been contemplated, for Mrs. Wilde +was kind enough to invite me. The invitation reached me sometime in +advance and I took it of course that there would be other guests. But +on the appointed evening, or what I thought was the appointed +evening, when I reached this house--on which Oscar objected to paying +taxes because, as he told the astonished assessors, he was so seldom +at home--when I reached it, it seemed to me that I must be the only +guest. Then, presently, in the dreary drawing-room, Oscar appeared. +"This is delightful of you," he told me. "I have been late for dinner +a half hour, again a whole hour; you are late an entire week. That is +what I call originality." + +I put a bold face on it. "Come to my shop," I said, "and have dinner +with me. Though," I added, "I don't know what I can give you." + +"Oh, anything," Wilde replied. "Anything, no matter what. I have the +simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best." + +He was not boasting. One evening he dined on his "Sphinx." +Subsequently I supped with him on "Salome." + +That was in the Regent street restaurant where, apropos of nothing, or +rather with what to me at the time was curious irrelevance, Oscar, +while tossing off glass after glass of liquor, spoke of Pheme, a +goddess rare even in mythology, who, after appearing twice in Homer, +flashed through a verse of Hesiod and vanished behind a page of +Herodotos. In telling of her, suddenly his eyes lifted, his mouth +contracted, a spasm of pain--or was it dread?--had gripped him. A +moment only. His face relaxed. It had gone. + +I have since wondered, could he have evoked the goddess then? For +Pheme typified what modern occultism terms the impact--the premonition +that surges and warns. It was Wilde's fate to die three times--to die +in the dock, to die in prison, to die all along the boulevards of +Paris. Often since I have wondered could the goddess then have been +lifting, however slightly, some fringe of the crimson curtain, behind +which, in all its horror, his destiny crouched. If so, he braved it. + +I had looked away. I looked again. Before me was a fat pauper, florid +and over-dressed, who, in the voice of an immortal, was reading the +fantasies of the damned. In his hand was a manuscript, and we were +supping on "Salome." + +As the banquet proceeded, I experienced that sense of sacred terror +which his friends, the Greeks, knew so well. For this thing could have +been conceived only by genius wedded to insanity and, at the end, when +the tetrarch, rising and bundling his robes about him, cries: "Kill +that woman!" the mysterious divinity whom the poet may have evoked, +deigned perhaps to visit me. For, as I applauded, I shuddered, and +told him that I had. + +Indifferently he nodded and, assimilating Hugo with superb unconcern, +threw out: "It is only the shudder that counts." + +That was long before the crash. After it, Mrs. Wilde said that he was +mad and had been for three years, "quite mad" as the poor woman +expressed it. + +It may be that she was right. St. George, I believe, fought a dragon +with a spear. Whether or not he killed the brute I have forgotten. +But Wilde fought poverty, which is perhaps more brutal, with a pen. +The fight, if indolent, was protracted. Then, abruptly, his inkstand +became a Vesuvius of gold. London that had laughed at him, laughed +with him and laughed colossally. A penny-a-liner was famous. The +international hurdle-race of the stage had been won in a canter and +won by a hack. A sub-editor was top of the heap. + +The ascent was perhaps too rapid. The spiderous Fates that sit and +spin are jealous of sudden success. It may be that Mrs. Wilde was +right. In any event, for some time before the crash he saw few of his +former friends. After his release few of his former friends saw him. +But personally, if I may refer to myself, I am not near sighted. I saw +him in Paris, saw too, and to my regret, that he looked like a drunken +coachman, and told him how greatly I admired the "Ballad,"--that poem +which tells of his life, or rather of his death, in jail. Half +covering his mouth with his hand, he laughed and said: "It does not +seem to me sufficiently vecu." + +Before the enormity of that I fell back. But at once he became more +human. He complained that even the opiate of work was denied him, +since no one would handle his wares. + +The Athenians, who lived surrounded by statues, learned from them the +value of silence, the mystery that it lends to beauty, in particular +the dignity that it gives to grief. In their tragedies any victim of +destiny is as though stricken dumb. Wilde knew that, he knew +everything, in addition to being a thorough Hellenist. None the less +he told of his fate. It was human, therefore terrible, but it was not +the tragic muse. It was merely a tragedy of letters. + +Letters, yes, but lower case. Wilde was a third rate poet who +occasionally rose to the second class but not once to the first. Prose +is more difficult than verse and in it he is rather sloppy. In spite +of which, or perhaps precisely on that account, he called himself +lord of language. Well, why not, if he wanted to? Besides, in his talk +he was lord and more--sultan, pontifex maximus. Hook, Jerrold, Smith, +Sheridan, rolled into one, could not have been as brilliant. In talk +he blinded and it is the subsiding wonder of it that his plays +contain. + +In the old maps, on the vague places, early geographers used to put: +Hic sunt leones--Here are lions. On any catalogue of Wilde's plays +there should be written: Here lions might have been. For assuming his +madness, one must also admit his genius and the uninterrupted +conjunction of the two might have produced brilliancies such as few +bookshelves display. + +Therein is the tragedy of letters. Renan said that morality is the +supreme illusion. The diagnosis may or may not be exact. Yet it is on +illusions that we all subsist. We live on lies by day and dreams at +night. From the standpoint of the higher mathematics, morality may be +an illusion. But it is very sustaining. Formerly it was also Oscar +Wilde inspirational. In post-pagan days it created a new conception of +beauty. Apart from that, it has nothing whatever to do with the arts, +except the art of never displeasing, which, in itself, is the whole +secret of mediocrity. + +Oscar Wilde lacked that art, and I can think of no better epitaph for +him. + +Here ends this book written by Edgar Saltus, arranged in this form by +Laurence C. Woodworth, Scrivener, and printed for the BROTHERS OF THE +BOOK at the press of The Faithorn Company, Chicago, 1917. + +[Illustration: Logo] + +_Incipit Vita Nova_ + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33006.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33006.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..47e8a8e533e17b306bde221a3697d19cfefa4fdd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33006.txt @@ -0,0 +1,681 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Brian Foley, Sam W. and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) + + + + + + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +This catalogue originally appeared in "An Outline of Russian Literature," +by Maurice Baring: Williams and Norgate, London; first printed 1914/15. + + + + + The + Home University + Library of Modern Knowledge + + _A Comprehensive Series of New + and Specially Written Books_ + + EDITORS: + + Prof. GILBERT MURRAY, D.Litt., LL.D., F.B.A. + HERBERT FISHER, LL.D., F.B.A. + Prof. J. 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HASEGAWA, + 17 Kami Negishi, Tokyo, Japan. + + [Illustration] + + + + + + + MOMOTARO + OR + LITTLE PEACHLING. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +A long long time ago there lived an old man and an old woman. One day +the old man went to the mountains to cut grass; and the old woman went +to the river to wash clothes. While she was washing a great big thing +came tumbling and splashing down the stream. When the old woman saw it +she was very glad, and pulled it to her with a piece of bamboo that lay +near by. + + [Illustration] + +When she took it up and looked at it she saw that it was a very large +peach. She then quickly finished her washing and returned home intending +to give the peach to her old man to eat. + + [Illustration] + +When she cut the peach in two, out came a child from the large kernel. +Seeing this the old couple rejoiced, and named the child Momotaro, or +Little Peachling, because he came out of a peach. As both the old people +took good care of him, he grew and became strong and enterprising. So +the old couple had their expectations raised, and bestowed still more +care on his education. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +Momotaro finding that he excelled every body in strength determined to +cross over to the island of the devils, take their riches, and come +back. He at once consulted with the old man and the old woman about the +matter, and got them to make him some dumplings. These he put in his +pouch. Besides this he made every kind of preparation for his journey to +the island of the devils and set out. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +Then first a dog came to the side of the way and said; "Momotaro! What +have you there hanging at your belt?" He replied: "I have some of the +very best Japanese millet dumplings." "Give me one and I will go with +you," said the dog. So Momotaro took a dumpling out of his pouch and +gave it to the dog. Then a monkey came and got one the same way. A +pheasant also came flying and said: "Give me a dumpling too, and I will +go along with you." So all three went along with him. In no time they +arrived at the island of the devils, and at once broke through the front +gate; Momotaro first; then his three followers. Here they met a great +multitude of the devil's retainers who showed fight, but they pressed +still inwards, and at last encountered the chief of the devils, called +Akandoji. Then came the tug of war. Akandoji made at Momotaro with an +iron club, but Momotaro was ready for him, and dodged him adroitly. At +last they grappled each other, and without difficulty Momotaro just +crushed down Akandoji and tied him with a rope so tight that he could +not even move. All this was done in a fair fight. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +After this Akandoji the chief of the devils said he would surrender all +his riches. "Out with your riches then;" said Momotaro laughing. Having +collected and ranged in order a great pile of precious things, Momotaro +took them, and set out for his home, rejoicing, as he marched bravely +back, that, with the help of his three companions, to whom he attributed +all his success, he had been able so easily to accomplish his end. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +Great was the joy of the old man and the old woman when Momotaro came +back. He feasted every body bountifully, told many stories of his +adventure, displayed his riches, and at last became a leading man, a man +of influence, very rich and honorable; a man to be very much +congratulated indeed!! + + [Illustration] + + + + + JAPANESE FAIRY TALE SERIES. + + 1. Momotaro or Little Peachling. + 2. The Tongue Cut Sparrow. + 3. The Battle of the Monkey and the Crab. + 4. The Old Man who made the Dead Trees Blossom. + 5. Kachi-Kachi Mountain. + 6. The Mouses' Wedding. + 7. The Old Man and the Devils. + 8. Urashima, the Fisher-boy. + 9. The Eight-Headed Serpent. + 10. The Matsuyama Mirror. + 11. The Hare of Inaba. + 12. The Cub's Triumph. + 13. The Silly Jelly-Fish. + 14. The Princes Fire-Flash and Fire-Fade + 15. My Lord Rag-o'-Rice. + 16. The Wonderful Tea-Kettle. + 17. Schippeitaro. + 18. The Ogre's Arm. + 19. The Ogres of Oyeyama. + 20. The Enchanted Waterfall. + 2nd Series No. 1. The Goblin-Spider. + " " " 2. The Wonderful Mallet. + " " " 3. The Broken Images. + + [Illustration] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33142.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33142.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0b2d0c70a1280125ce468ec9fbb0ba86ea267634 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33142.txt @@ -0,0 +1,425 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + STORIES + ABOUT + INDIANS. + + CONCORD, N. H. + RUFUS MERRILL. + + + + + STORIES + ABOUT + INDIANS. + + [Illustration] + + CONCORD, N.H.: + PUBLISHED BY MERRIAM & MERRILL + 1854. + +[Illustration: The above picture represents Indians hunting Buffalo.] + + + + +STORIES ABOUT INDIANS. + + + + +The Indians were formerly lords of the soil we now occupy, and +obtained a subsistence principally by hunting and fishing. + +They generally lived in villages, containing from fifty to five +hundred families. Their houses, called _wigwams_, were usually +constructed of poles, one end being driven into the ground, and the +other bent over so as to meet another fastened in like manner; both +being joined together at the top, and covered with the bark of trees. +Small holes were left open for windows, which were closed in bad +weather with a piece of bark. They made their fire in the centre of +the wigwam, leaving a small hole for a chimney in the top of the roof. + +[Illustration: Indian Village.] + +They had no chairs, but sat upon skins, or mats, spread upon the +ground, which also served them for beds. Their clothes were +principally made of the skins of animals, which in winter were sewed +together with the fur side turned inwards. + +The Indians were very fond of trinkets and ornaments, and often +decorated their heads with feathers, while fine polished shells were +suspended from their ears. + + + + +A PAWNEE BRAVE. + + +The following anecdote is related of a Pawnee brave, or warrior, (son +of Red Knife). + +At the age of twenty-one, the heroic deeds of this brave had acquired +for him in his nation the rank of the bravest of the braves. The +savage practice of torturing and burning to death their prisoners +existed in this nation. An unfortunate female of the Paduca nation, +taken in war, was destined to this horrid death. + +[Illustration: Pawnee Brave.] + +Just when the funeral pile was to be kindled, this young warrior, +having unnoticed prepared two fleet horses, with the necessary +provisions, sprang from his seat, liberated the victim, seized her in +his arms, placed her on one of the horses, mounted the other himself, +and made the utmost speed toward the nation and friends of the +captive! The multitude, dumb and nerveless, made no effort to rescue +their victim from her deliverer. They viewed it as the immediate act +of the Great Spirit, submitted to it without a murmur, and quietly +retired to their village. + + + + +INDIAN GRATITUDE. + + +As an Indian was straying through a village on the Kennebec, he passed +a gentleman standing at his store door, and begged a piece of tobacco. +The person stepped back, and selected a generous piece, for which he +received a gruff "tank you," and thought no more of the affair. Three +or four months afterwards, he was surprised at an Indian's coming +into the store and presenting him with a beautiful miniature birch +canoe, painted and furnished with paddles to correspond. On asking +the meaning of it, he was told, "Indian no forget; you give me +tobacco; me make this for you." This man's gratitude for a trifling +favor had led him to bestow more labor on his present than would have +purchased him many pounds of his favorite weed. + +[Illustration: Indian Chief.] + + + + +INDIAN OBSERVATION. + + +On his return home to his hut one day, an Indian discovered that his +venison, which had been hung up to dry, had been stolen. After going +some distance, he met some persons, of whom he inquired if they had +seen a _little_, _old_, _white_ man, with a short gun, and accompanied +by a small dog with a bob-tail. They replied in the affirmative; and +upon the Indian's assuring them that the man thus described had stolen +his venison, they desired to be informed how he was able to give such +a minute description of a person whom he had not seen. The Indian +answered thus: + +"The thief I know is a _little_ man, by his having made a pile of +stones in order to reach the venison from the height I hung it +standing on the ground; that he is an _old_ man, I know by his short +steps, which I have traced over the dead leaves in the woods; that he +is a _white_ man, I know by his turning out his toes when he walks, +which an Indian never does; his gun I know to be short by the mark +which the muzzle made by rubbing the bark of the tree on which it +leaned; that his dog is small, I know by his tracks; and that he has +a bob-tail I discovered by the mark of it in the dust where he was +sitting at the time his master was taking down the meat." + + + + +INDIAN STRATAGEM. + + +In one of the frequent wars among the different tribes of Indians, a +Pequot was pursued by a Naraganset Indian. The Pequot skulked behind a +rock, and raising his hat on his gun, held it up just above the rock, +so that the hat alone was visible on the other side. + +The Narraganset, who was at some distance, perceiving the hat, and +supposing of course that the head of the Pequot was in it, crept softly +up within a few feet and fired. But directly he had the mortification to +find that he had thrown away his powder. The Pequot's gun was still +loaded, and he discharged it to effect upon the poor Narraganset. + +[Illustration: Oregon Indians.] + + + + +RED JACKET. + + +It happened, during the Revolutionary war, that a treaty was held with +the Indians, at which Lafayette was present. The object was to unite the +various tribes in amity with America. The majority of the chiefs were +friendly, but there was much opposition made to it, more especially by a +young warrior, who declared that when an alliance was entered into with +America, he should consider the sun of his country as set forever. In +his travels through the Indian country, when lately in America, it +happened at a large assemblage of chiefs that Lafayette referred to the +treaty in question, and turning to Red Jacket, said, "Pray, tell me, if +you can, what has become of that daring youth, who so decidedly opposed +all our propositions for peace and amity? Does he still live--and what +is his condition?" "I myself am the man," replied Red Jacket, "the +decided enemy of the Americans as long as the hope of opposing them with +success remained, but now their true and faithful ally until death." + +[Illustration: Red Jacket Chief.] + + + + +INDIAN SHREWDNESS. + + +When General Lincoln went to make peace with the Creek Indians, one of +the chiefs asked him to sit down on a log. He was then desired to +move, and in a few minutes to move still further. The request was +repeated until the general got to the end of the log. The Indian still +said, "Move further," to which the general replied, "I can move no +further." "Just so it is with us," said the chief; "you have moved us +back to the water, and then ask us to move further." + +[Illustration: Indian Council, with white men, making a treaty.] + + + + +AN INDIAN'S JOKE. + + +During the time of Indian troubles, a friendly Indian visited Governor +Jenks, of Rhode Island, when the governor took occasion to request him +to let him know if any strange Indian should come to his wigwam. This +the Indian promised to do, and the governor agreed to give him a mug +of flip if he should give such information. Some time after, the +Indian came again, and said, "Well, Mr. Gubernor, strange Indian come +to my house last night." "Ah," said the governor, "what did he say?" +"He no speak," replied the Indian. "What, not speak at all?" inquired +the governor. "No, he no speak at all." "That looks suspicious," said +his excellency, and inquired if he was there still. Being told that he +was, the governor ordered the promised mug of flip. When this was +disposed of, and the Indian was about to depart, he mildly said, "Mr. +Gubernor, my squaw have child last night." The governor, finding the +strange Indian was a new-born pappoose, was glad to find there was no +cause for alarm. + +[Illustration: Indian with his Bow and Arrow.] + + + + +INDIAN CHARACTER. + + +The following striking display of Indian character occurred some years +since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebec tribe, remarkable +for his good conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and +fixed himself in a township, where a number of families settled. +Though not ill treated, yet the common prejudice against the Indians +prevented any sympathy with him. This was shown at the death of his +only child, when none of the people came near him. Shortly afterwards +he went to some of the inhabitants, and said to them, "When white +man's child die, Indian man be sorry--he help bury him: when my child +die, no one speak to me--I make his grave alone--I can't live here." + +He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with +him two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians. +What energy and depth of feeling does this specimen of Indian +character exhibit! + +[Illustration: Indian with his Tomahawk.] + + + + +INDIAN INTEGRITY. + + +A Spanish traveller met an Indian in the desert; they were both on +horseback. The Spaniard, fearing that his horse, which was none of the +best, would not hold out till the end of his journey, asked the +Indian, whose horse was young, strong, and spirited, to exchange with +him. This the Indian refused. The Spaniard therefore began a quarrel +with him. From words they proceeded to blows. The aggressor being well +armed, proved too powerful for the native. He seized his horse, +mounted him, and pursued his journey. + + * * * * * + +He was closely followed to the nearest town by the Indian, who +immediately complained to a judge. The Spaniard was obliged to appear, +and bring the horse with him. He treated the Indian as an impostor, +affirming that the horse was his property, that he had always had him +in his possession, and that he had raised him from a colt. + +There being no proof to the contrary, the judge was about dismissing +the parties, when the Indian cried out,--"The horse is mine, and I'll +prove it!" He immediately took off his mantle, and with it instantly +covered the head of the animal; then addressing the judge,--"Since +this man," said he, "affirms that he has raised the horse from a colt, +command him to tell of which eye he is blind." The Spaniard, who would +not seem to hesitate, instantly answered, "Of the right eye." "He is +neither blind of the right eye," replied the Indian, "nor of the left." + +The judge decreed him the horse, and the Spaniard to be punished as a +robber. + + + + +INDIAN POLITENESS. + + +The politeness of these people in conversation is indeed carried to +excess; since it does not permit them to contradict or deny the truth +of what is asserted in their presence. By this means they indeed +avoid disputes; but then it becomes difficult to know their minds, or +what impression you make upon them. When any of them come into our +towns, our people are apt to crowd around them, gaze upon them, and +incommode them when they desire to be private; this they esteem great +rudeness, and the effect of the want of instruction in the rules of +civility and good manners. 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Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + + + + + A POEM + TO THE + Memory of our late lamented + QUEEN CAROLINE + OF + _ENGLAND_. + + + [Picture: Decorative divider] + + BY J. PARKERSON, JUN. + + [Picture: Decorative divider] + + PRICE + + * * * * * + + NORWICH: + _PRINTED_, _BY R. WALKER_, _NEAR THE DUKE'S PALACE_ + + + + +_A POEM_ +TO THE MEMORY OF OUR LATE LAMENTED +Queen Caroline. + + + As a Briton, this tribute I pay to my Queen, + Who late fell a martyr to malice and spleen; + To add to her sorrows in this fleeting life, + Misfortune had made her a young widow'd wife. + England saw Brunswick's daughter surrounded by foes; + And, therefore determin'd their arts to oppose. + Corruption those minions so much can increase, + As to play with our feelings and injure our peace. + The vilest of reptiles oft jewels display; + You may see them at courts and at levees each day: + Lord D--- and his lady, not many years since, + Unblushingly perjured themselves for a ---: + Their conduct was such as rous'd England's spleen, + That after her trial they dare not be seen; + May remorse and disgrace so harrass each breast, + As during existance divest them of rest; + Till despis'd and dishonour'd they yield to a fate + That justly awaits the entitled ingrate. + Scarce the delicate business had pass'd a short day, + Ere my lord and my lady took themselves away + From England's old comforts and England's lov'd shore; + For they dare not by Britons be seen any more. + The hired Italians' could tell if they please, + They liv'y by base lucre many years at their ease. + They were fed for a purpose each Briton well know; + Yet Perjury's efforts late met a death blow; + So effectual, I hope, she will ne'er try again, + To injure the just, or to give any pain. + To the innocent bosom unsconscious of blame-- + A very late trial brought on Briton's shame. + I mean to such Britons who try'd to run down, + Our much injured Queen, late depriv'd of the crown; + For reasons too plain, and known very well: + I dare say, the court at St. James's can tell. + May the time soon approach that each freeman can say, + My rights as a freeman I'll not throw away; + For I find that the great ones so impoverish the nation, + It is time they are taken away from their station; + They at present so manage, to our sorrow and grief: + They feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief; + A reform in all matters, and not things by halves, + For England is pawn'd while she fattens her calves; + The good funded system will plain show you how + They can raise a supply, tho' it injure the plough. + To such a degree that it must remain still; + What matters to them so there's grist in the mill + 'Tis just like a merchant on a dull market day, + That will purchase your corn tho' he can't for it pay; + Except he resort to a mortgaging plan, + Which is certain at all times to ruin the man; + Then a bankruptcy follows and nothing to pay, + For extravagance makes all his assets away. + Such is the case you may clear understand: + They first tax the nation and then pawn the land; + Till the farmer no longer his rental can pay, + For parsons take half of his income away: + At times like the present how much is he blest, + When Georgie steps in and he takes the rest; + For the good of the state, for the good of us all, + They have plenty of soldiers we know at their call. + To be sure they look handsome at a review: + The question to us is, wouldn't half of them do? + But what would become of commanders I say; + Were the army dismiss'd and to live on half pay. + Why the son of a lord or a country 'squire, + Must then from his wine and his lasses retire; + There is many a youngster would soon be undone, + And the reputed father must keep his own son. + Let places and pensions be quick done away, + At least so diminish'd as less is to pay; + I mean to all such as the state can well spare, + 'Twou'd make the expenditure less in the year: + There are bed-chamber lords and ladies so gay; + Such fine gaudy trappings waste money away: + There are ladies of honor, of honor indeed, + You must empty your purses, ere you can succeed. + Their time and their beauty they'll not throw away, + It's well known a duke spends a thousand a day + On such baubles, but sometimes it's done in the dark; + To prove my assertion, pray ask Mrs. Clarke: + Clarke's there are many, as fame loud report, + That do not wear breeches; yet live by a court. + John Bull must pay all, and dare not complain, + For if he is noisy, a goal must detain + The troublesome urchin, and will him so tease, + That, hereafter he's silent, and do as you please: + For bills are so fangled, they always can bind + The tongue of a croker to a minister's mind. + Till we gain a REFORM, and do placemen away, + We'll at Liberty's call, all her dictates obey. + United as Englishmen; honour the Crown, + And try all we can to put tyranny down. + Success to our country, long live the King! + May a speedy reform more happy days bring. + But now to return to our subject again, + That caus'd the emotions of sorrow and pain. + I must now again speak of our good Caroline, + Who I hope is now sitting beside the Divine; + And guiltless I trust to her God she'll appear: + Have a trial much better than granted her here. + There the crimes of the wicked are fully display'd, + There Justice and Mercy are lively array'd. + The wicked no longer can harrass her mind; + To injure the Queen they were always inclin'd. + May troubles of all sorts annoy each vile heart, + Till life is extinguished, from them ne'er depart; + May they live upon spleen, exist upon pain, + Till a trial above shall renew them again; + Depriv'd of all comforts attending this life; + Depriv'd of her home, tho' a virtuous wife. + Tho' truly accomplish'd, and in manners mild + Was deprived of the pleasure of seeing her child. + In England no longer thought fit for to stay, + A vessel was granted to bear her away. + No doubt but her presence at times brought to mind + Unpleasant sensations to him left behind; + For remorse will at all times keen anguish bring + To an unfeeling bosom, tho' he be a ---. + Scarce had she rested on the Italic shore, + Then means were employ'd to harrass her more. + Spies and informers were fattened to say + Our Queen in her conduct by far was too gay: + When they witness'd a smile, they did not decline + To make it a certain intrigue or a crime. + May the book of false statements against them appear, + When eternity's trial is found to be near. + Soon matters and plans for a new magazine, + Made up of slander, corruption, and spleen; + When all was made ready they at it anew; + Again our Queen's conduct was made a review. + Corruption and art such a picture did draw, + As what was surmis'd, was pass'd to a law. + The ill fated trial at last did come on; + The time that it lasted was all time too long. + The perjur'd Italians were forc'd to give o'er; + They had lied so much that they could lie no more; + For Brougham and Denman plac'd them on the rack; + And forc'd the vile reptiles to fly instant back. + It's a pity I say that a devouring wave + Did'nt save the expence of digging a grave; + In a country so famous for speaking the truth, + Or to save the late trouble had died in their youth. + The trial now over and guiltless appear; + Long live the Queen, you might hear in each ear; + Her rights and her honours we'll ever support; + Tho' corruption again more Italians import; + If there come a whole cargo, we'll soon make them skip, + To save future trouble we'll scuttle the ship. + The next thought of scheme for the good of the nation, + Was to keep our good Queen from holding a station + All delicate scruples of justice hurl'd down-- + It was soon determin'd she should not wear the Crown + If ever a Queen was deserving that station, + It was good Caroline the pride of the nation. + The time will soon come when all things will change, + The minions of minions will be forc'd for to range + From stations they hold and from stations they fill: + It's good for the country they should not have their will. + May the wings of bright liberty ne'er one feather loose-- + May freemen be freemen, and proper men choose + To fill up such places as may be to fill; + For corruption you see is now down on the hill. + Disgrace and dishonour must to justice give way, + For reason's chaste dictates begin for to sway. + The people of England must see very clear;-- + The vilest abuses to all do appear. + + THE END. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33190.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33190.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d9fa80bbb368182805e4fd2b6aaeffed8891b6a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33190.txt @@ -0,0 +1,674 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Stephen Hutcheson, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + A BOOK OF + EPIGRAMS + + + GATHERED BY + Ralph A. Lyon + + EVANSTON + William S. Lord + 1902 + + + + + EPIGRAMS + + + + + POETRY + + + She comes like the hushed beauty of the night, + But sees too deep for laughter; + Her touch is a vibration and a light + From worlds before and after. + + [Charles E. Markham + + + + + POETRY + + + Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire? + Yes; by your pleasure, + Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire, + Treading a measure. + + [Duffield Osborne + + + + + THE YEAR'S MINSTRELSY + + + Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song; + Summer, a music without hint of death: + Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long: + Winter, a pause;--the Minstrel-Year takes breath. + + [William Watson + + + + + THE SUN + + + All the World's bravery that delights our eyes, + Is but thy several liveries; + Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, + Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. + + [Abraham Cowley + + + + + FAREWELL + + + I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. + Nature I loved, and next to nature, art. + I warm'd both hands before the fire of life: + It sinks; and I am ready to depart. + + [Walter Savage Landor + + + + + LIFE + + + As a shaft that is sped from a bow unseen to an unseen mark, + As a bird that gleams in the firelight, and hurries from dark to dark, + As the face of the stranger who smiled as we passed in the crowded + street,-- + Our life is a glimmer, a flutter, a memory, fading, yet sweet! + + [William Cranston Lawton + + + + + EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD FORBES. + + + Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low. + He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold, + She showed him more than mortal man should know, + Then slew him lest her secret should be told. + + [Sydney Dobell + + + + + ON LONGFELLOW'S DEATH + + + No puissant singer he, whose silence grieves + To-day the great West's tender heart and strong; + No singer vast of voice: yet one who leaves + His native air the sweeter for his song. + + [William Watson + + + + + DANIEL WEBSTER + + + We have no high cathedral for his rest, + Dim with proud banners and the dust of years; + All we can give him is New England's breast + To lay his head on--and his country's tears. + + [Thomas William Parsons + + + + + EUGENE FIELD + + + Fades his calm face beyond our mortal ken, + Lost in the light of lovelier realms above; + He left sweet memories in the hearts of men + And climbed to God on little children's love. + + [Frank L. Stanton + + + + + THE DEBTOR CHRIST + + _Quid Mihi Et Tibi_ + + + What, woman, is my debt to thee, + That I should not deny + The boon thou dost demand of me? + "I gave thee power to die." + + [John B. Tabb + + + + + TWO SPIRITS + + + A spirit above and a spirit below, + A spirit of joy and a spirit of woe; + The spirit above is the spirit divine, + The spirit below is the spirit of wine. + + [Anonymous + + + + + ON A SUN-DIAL + + + With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight + From life's glad morning to its solemn night; + Yet, through the dear God's love, I also show + There's Light above me by the Shade below. + + [John Greenleaf Whittier + + + + + BORROWING + + _From the French_ + + + Some of your hurts you have cured, + And the sharpest you still have survived, + But what torments of grief you endured + From evils which never arrived! + + [Ralph Waldo Emerson + + + + + YOUTH + + + The Tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, + Is like the dew-drop on the Rose; + When next the Summer breeze comes by, + And waves the bush, the Flower is dry. + + [Sir Walter Scott + + + + + MY TROUBLES + + + I wrote down my troubles every day; + And after a few short years, + When I turned to the heartaches passed away, + I read them with smiles, not tears. + + [John Boyle O'Reilly + + + + + SENSIBILITY + + + The soul of Music slumbers in the shell, + Till waked and kindled by the Master's spell; + And feeling Hearts--touch them but lightly--pour + A thousand melodies unheard before! + + [Samuel Rogers + + + + + IS LOVE SO BLIND + + + The records of ancient times declare + That hapless Love is blind, + Yet many's the virtue, sweet and rare, + That only Love can find. + + [Henry W. Allport + + + + + SYMPATHY + + + What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain? + The Tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, + That starts at once--bright--pure--from Pity's mine, + Already polish'd by the Hand Divine. + + [Lord Byron + + + + + GRIEF + + + What cannot be preserved when Fortune takes, + Patience her injury a mockery makes. + The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the Thief; + He robs himself, that spend a bootless Grief. + + [William Shakespeare + + + + + OPPORTUNITY + + + It is a hag whom Life denies his kiss + As he rides questward in knight-errant wise; + Only when he hath passed her is it his + To know too late the Fairy in disguise. + + [Madison Cawein + + + + + COMPETITION + + + The race is won! As victor I am hailed + With deafening cheers from eager throats; and yet + Gladder the victory could I forget + The strained, white faces of the men who failed. + + [Julia Shayer + + + + + SLANDER + + + Oh! many a shaft, at random sent, + Finds mark the archer little meant; + And many a Word, at random spoken, + May soothe or wound a Heart that's broken. + + [Sir Walter Scott + + + + + VICE + + + Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, + As to be hated needs but to be seen; + Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, + We first endure, then pity, then embrace. + + [Alexander Pope + + + + + TALKING + + + Words learn'd by rote, a Parrot may rehearse, + But talking is not always to converse; + Not more distinct from Harmony divine, + The constant creaking of a Country Sign. + + [William Cowper + + + + + THINKERS, PAST AND PRESENT + + + God, by the earlier sceptic, was exiled; + The later is more lenient grown and mild: + He sanctions God, provided you agree + To any other other name for deity. + + [William Watson + + + + + THE COOK WELL DONE + + + Why call me a bloodthirsty, gluttonous sinner + For pounding my chef when my peace he subverts? + If I can't thrash my cook when he gets a poor dinner, + Pray how shall the scamp ever get his desserts? + + [Martial + + + + + "U" AND "I" + + + The difference between you and me + Is this, dear--more's the pity-- + You're summering in the mountains, + I'm simmering in the city! + + [Ogden Ward + + + + + THE FIVE DOUBLE U'S + + + Winsomeness, wardrobe, words of eloquence, + Wisdom, and wealth, bring men to consequence. + That's something which a man in vain pursues + Who is not blest with these five w's.[1] + + [_From the Sanskrit_ (Tr. by Chas. R. Lanman) + + +[1]The Sanskrit word for each of these five things begins with w. + + + + + WEALTH + + + Can wealth give Happiness? look round, and see + What gay distress! what splendid misery! + Whatever Fortune lavishly can pour, + The mind annihilates, and calls for more. + + [Edward Young + + + + + EQUITY--? + + + The meanest man I ever saw + Allus kep' inside o' the law; + And ten-times better fellers I've knowed + The blame gran' jury's sent over the road. + + [James Whitcomb Riley + + + + + A WHOLLY UNSCHOLASTIC OPINION + + + Plain hoss-sense in poetry-writin' + Would jest knock sentiment a-kitin'! + Mostly poets is all star-gazing' + And moanin' and groanin' and paraphrasin'! + + [James Whitcomb Riley + + + + + GOLDEN ROD + + + It is the twilight of the year + And through her wondrous wide abode + The autumn goes, all silently, + To light her lamps along the road. + + [Charles Hanson Towne + + + + + GRACE + + + Thou canst not move thy staff in air, + Or dip thy paddle in the lake, + But it carves the bow of beauty there, + And the ripples in rhyme the oar forsake. + + [Ralph Waldo Emerson + + + + + FROM THE FRENCH + + + Says Marmontel, The secret's mine + Of Racine's art-of-verse divine. + To do thee justice, Marmontel, + Never was secret kept so well. + + [William Watson + + + + + TWO POETS + + + A peacock's-tail-like splendour hath this Muse, + With eyes that see not throng'd, and gorgeous hues. + The swan's white grace that other wears instead, + Stately with stem-like throat and flower-like head. + + [William Watson + + + + + TOMORROW + + + 'Tis so far fetch'd, this morrow, that I fear + 'Twill be both very old and very dear. + Tomorrow I will live, the fool doth say, + Why e'en to-day's too late, the wise lived yesterday. + + [Anonymous + + + + + QUATRAIN + + + Fear not the menace of the By-and-by; + To-day is ours, tomorrow Fate must give; + Stretch out your hands and eat, although ye die-- + Better to die than never once to live. + + [Richard Hovey + + + + + ON MODERN STATESMEN + + + Midas, they say, possess'd the art of old, + Of turning whatso'er he touch'd to gold. + This modern statesmen can reverse with ease; + Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please. + + [Anonymous + + + + + ON FOLLY + + + The world of fools has such a store, + That he who would not see an ass + Must bide at home and bolt his door, + And break his looking-glass. + + [From the French of La Monnoye + + + + + ON THE ENBANKMENT + + + The impassive stony Sphinx kissed by the amorous moon; + The little coster-girl, a Covent Garden rose; + Three thousand years apart! And yet alike for once in this-- + Tonight, each has a secret she will not disclose. + + [William Theodore Peters + + + + + LOVE + + + That happy minglement of Hearts, + Where, changed as chemic compounds are, + Each with its own Existence parts, + To find a new one, happier far! + + [Thomas Moore + + + + + LOVE + + + A mighty Pain to Love it is, + And 'tis a Pain that Pain to miss; + But of all Pains, the greatest Pain + It is to Love, and Love in vain. + + [Abraham Cowley + + + + + ON WOMEN AND HYMEN + + + Whether tall men, or short men, are best, + Or bold men, or modest and shy men, + I can't say, but I this can protest, + All the fair are in favour of Hy-men. + + [Anonymous + + + + + PETER AND HIS WIFE + + + After such years of dissension and strife, + Some wonder that Peter should weep for his wife; + But his tears on her grave are nothing surprising,-- + He's laying her dust, for fear of its rising. + + [Thomas Hood + + + + + WHICH WAY DID HE GO? + + (An Obituary) + + + His earthly warfare now is o'er + And closed his life sublime; + From this cold world he vanished for + A brighter, warmer clime. + + [Frank L. Stanton + + + + + WAR'S GLORIOUS ART + + + One to destroy is murder by the law, + And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe: + To murder thousands takes a spacious name, + War's Glorious art, and gives immortal Fame. + + [Edward Young + + + + + ETERNITY + + + The One remains, the many change and pass; + Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; + Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, + Stains the white radiance of Eternity. + + [Percy Bysshe Shelley + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33299.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33299.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f78d17b86714e6ebf9f8a9fa0d9d820c5d639871 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33299.txt @@ -0,0 +1,318 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + THE + + FIVE GIANTS. + + [Illustration] + + New-York: + LANE & TIPPETT, + FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION OF THE + METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH, + 200 Mulberry-street. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE + + FIVE GIANTS. + + [Illustration] + + REVISED BY D. P. KIDDER. + + New-York: + + PUBLISHED BY LANE & TIPPETT, + + FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION OF THE METHODIST + EPISCOPAL CHURCH, 200 MULBERRY-ST. + + Joseph Longking, Printer. + 1847. + + + + +THE FIVE GIANTS. + + +When I was a boy, few things pleased me better than to hear a tale about +a giant. Silly and untrue as were the stories that I heard, they vastly +delighted me; but were you now to ask what information they gave me, or +what good I gathered from them, sadly should I be at fault for a reply. + +But if a tale about giants, that was not true, and that added nothing +to my knowledge, amused me, why should not a story about giants, which +is true, and which gives good information, be equally entertaining to +you? I see no reason why it should not be so, and therefore it is my +determination to tell you the tale of the Five Giants. + +Three of the five giants are old, so very old that you would hardly +believe me were I to tell you their ages; and the other two are much +older than many people imagine; but, notwithstanding the great age of +these giants, their strength is not in the least impaired. They can +travel as fast and do quite as much work as they ever did in their +youthful days. + +By and by you shall know the real names of these five giants; but it +will answer my purpose better, and give you, perhaps, quite as much +entertainment, if, at first, I name them according to my fancy. The +three old giants, Flare, Roar, and Blow, are known in every part of the +world; but the two younger, Bounce and Rush, have not, as yet, traveled +quite as far as their brothers. For the most part, all five of them are +useful characters; but if once they are in a passion, and this is too +often the case, the sooner you are out of their way the better. + +Giant Flare is somewhat yellow in complexion, with red hair, and has +many good and companionable qualities; indeed, in the winter, when +people like to gather round the friendly hearth, he is one of the most +agreeable creatures in the world. No wonder, then, that he should be so +much sought after. He is invited by the prince and the peasant, and +accepts the invitation of both freely, so that on the same day he is to +be seen in the poorest cot and the proudest palace. + +But besides his companionable qualities, Giant Flare is a capital cook, +so much so, that he has been employed by all the crowned heads in all +the quarters of the world. He is very useful in mining operations, and +in smelting ore; and then, as a manufacturer, he is quite at home, being +equally skilled in making a copper saucepan, a brass warming-pan, a +silver snuff-box, and a golden sovereign. + +You will begin to think well of Giant Flare; but truth is truth, and, as +I told you, all the five giants are sad fellows when in a passion. Giant +Flare has many a time burst out into a perfect frenzy, and done +mischief that could never be repaired. If he is not used well, he thinks +nothing of burning a person's house down. He has been the means of +destroying many fine forests, and, on one occasion, when in London, to +his disgrace be it spoken, with the assistance of one of his brothers, +Giant Blow, he set almost a hundred churches and as many as thirteen +thousand houses all in a blaze. + +When Bonaparte set out to conquer Russia, Giant Flare resisted him, and +would not let him go further than Moscow; and when the Spanish Armada +invaded England, he boldly attacked the Spanish ships, and was one of +the principal means of scattering and putting them to flight. But now +let me tell you of Giant Roar. + +This giant is about the same age as his brother of whom I have said so +much, and, like him, has done both kind and ill-natured deeds in his +time. He is fond of constructing baths, and fishing ponds, and canals, +and of rendering assistance in cultivating gardens. He is largely +connected with ships and sailors. Many think he has more power by sea +than by land; but some of his mad pranks will surprise you. + +A long time after the Thames Tunnel was begun, under the river at +London, and when thousands and tens of thousands of pounds had been +spent, in an angry mood he set his foot against the bottom of the +river, and crushed the in tunnel. Since then he has behaved better, and +allowed them to finish the work; but, for a time, this prank of his +occasioned great confusion. + +I have seen him myself, in his tantrums, play terrible tricks; I once +met him at the Falls of Niagara, where he roared like a Bedlamite, +foamed at the mouth worse than a mad dog, and at last flung himself +headlong from so high a precipice that he was dashed into a thousand +pieces. Whether the Americans and Canadians had used him ill, or not, I +will not say, but certain it was, that his rage appeared unbounded. + +You will think that what I have already said of Giant Roar is bad +enough; but on one occasion he was even yet more ungovernable, for +rushing abroad in his fury, he destroyed more lives than ever had been +destroyed at one time since the world had been made. Many of his +victims struggled hard with him to the utmost; but he came upon them by +surprise, and they were neither swift enough to escape, nor strong +enough to resist him. + +Giant Blow is kind, whimsical, mischievous, and dangerous, by fits. One +day, as I went by the common, he was good-naturedly helping a group of +school boys to fly their kites. I hardly think they could have managed +without his assistance; but, in ten minutes after, he tore two of their +kites all to shivers. The same day he snatched widow Woodward's shawl +from her back, and went off with it, broke half a dozen clothes lines, +tossed about the clothes, and then, all at once, violently pushed down a +large stack of chimneys. You see by these actions how little he is to be +relied on. + +Giant Blow is a great traveler, for he sailed round the world with +Captain Cook, and helped Columbus to discover America. Indeed Columbus +could not have gone without him. Were he and Giant Roar to withdraw the +assistance they give to seamen, it would at once put an end to all +merchandise, and not a single ship would be able to sail upon the seas. + +But though Giant Blow is one of the best friends in the world to +sailors, he often treats them very harshly, knocking their vessels to +pieces, and flinging them into the raging deep. Hundreds of gallant +ships, and thousands of hardy tars, has he destroyed in his time. + +Giant Blow grinds a great deal of corn, and has a method of his own for +cooling the earth in hot weather. Common report says that, on some +occasions, he has removed the plague; and no physician on the earth has +effected such extraordinary cures as he has done. If every one that he +has kept in health were to give him a fee, of all doctors in the world +he would be the richest. + +Giant Blow is well known in the West Indies, where he has, at different +times, made great confusion. When once his loud voice is heard, a +general terror and consternation are spread around; for it is well known +that, in his passions, he spares neither friend nor foe. With his great +strength he lays about him in all directions, stripping the trees of +their foliage, and furiously tearing them up by the roots, flinging the +roofs of the houses in the air, and battering down the walls on the +heads of those who dwell in them. On he goes, till loud cries of +distress are heard, and heaps of rubbish and rafters, and the dead +bodies of men, women, and children, lie mingled together in confusion on +the ground. + +You have not, from what I have told you, I dare say, formed the highest +opinion of Flare, Roar, and Blow; and I fear that the characters of +Giants Bounce and Rush will be very far from perfect in your estimation. +You shall have, however, the best account of them that I can give you, +and then you will be able to judge more correctly. + +Giant Bounce, of all the family of the giants, is certainly the most +peppery in his temper. His brothers usually give some notice of their +outbreaks, and rise in their position by degrees; not so Giant Bounce: +at one moment he is quiet as a lamb, and at the next much fiercer than +a lion. + +In complexion, he is much darker than the others; indeed he has an ugly, +grim, and very forbidding appearance, which well suits his disposition. +He is the friend of duelists and highwaymen, and this of itself would be +bad enough, if I had nothing else to bring against him. He has done some +good, certainly, in his day; but take him for all in all, it might have +been well if his friend the monk, who first introduced him into +society, had been otherwise employed. + +You would hardly think, from the kind way in which he amuses children, +by making them squibs and crackers, and other fireworks, that he was +half so mischievous as he is; but as I have told you the truth about his +brothers, so will I tell you the truth about him. I cannot say that he +does not make himself useful at times, for, in deep mines, he often does +more work, in one hour, than the miners could do without him in a whole +day; yet still he is a dark, designing, cruel character. + +It is true that, some years ago, he went against a terrible pirate and +robber, who lived on the coast of Barbary, destroying his ships, +knocking his fortifications about his ears, compelling him to give up +all the Christian slaves he had in his dungeons, and making him promise +to behave better in future. It is true also that he helped Nelson, +Napoleon, Wellington, and Washington, to win their victories; but it was +not because he had any special love for either of them that he did these +things. No! whatever other people say of him, I say that he is a hasty, +cruel, treacherous, blood-thirsty monster. It was he who first persuaded +people to make guns, pistols, and cannon mortars, bombshells, and +congreve rockets, so that widows and orphans have been multiplied by +him, and millions of men, by his means, have been destroyed. + +I have now come to the last of the giants, and his character shall be +summed up in few words. If you remember, I told you that, in winter +nights, Giant Flare was a very agreeable companion, and the same thing +may be said of Giant Rush. When the tea-urn simmers, and friends gather +round the winter tea-table, Giants Flare and Rush ought always to be +there. They are good company even when you have them one at a time; but +still better when they are together. + +Giant Rush is thought to be younger than his brother Bounce; but of +this I have some doubt. Of the two, however, he is by far the most +industrious. He draws up water out of mines; he blows the bellows of the +blast-furnaces; saws timber; grinds and polishes metals, makes carriages +run without horses, and forces ships through the waters of the great +deep against both wind and tide. Besides these things, he has latterly +begun to print newspapers and books, and in this department he will make +himself more known than ever. These are his good deeds; but his bad ones +are a sad reproach to him. + +Would you believe it that, some time back, he undertook to do more +destruction, and to destroy more lives in one hour, than Giant Bounce +could in a day? Few people thought better than I did of Giant Rush +before this; and, to speak the truth, I hardly thought the report was +true. But when I saw him, with my own eyes, fire sixty or eighty bullets +out of an iron tube, in less time than Giant Bounce could fire with the +same instrument, I thought to myself, "O! if he can do this, he can do +anything." + +The giant then went into a large field, and, pointing a cannon into a +high sand-bank, fired off a complete stream of cannon balls, enough, I +should think, to bring down a house, if not a church, to the very +ground. In short, I was quite frightened at his invention; and all that +I hope now is, that no one will give him the least encouragement in his +horrid undertaking. + +Having now related what may appear to you rather a wonderful story, I +must proceed to tell you the real names of the five giants, though it is +by no means unlikely that you have already guessed them. The five +giants, Flare, Roar, Blow, Bounce, and Rush, are, then, neither more +nor less than the five gigantic powers, Fire, Water, Wind, Gunpowder, +and Steam; and, though I may have related their adventures and +achievements somewhat fancifully, if you will examine them you will find +that they are strictly true. The influence of these giant powers in the +world has been very great; and as your attention is now drawn to the +subject, you will, perhaps, be disposed to think upon it more than you +have hitherto done, connected so closely as it is with the comfort, the +luxury, the knowledge, and indeed, also, with the happiness and misery +of mankind. Had I been disposed, I might have made my relation much more +wonderful; but I trust you have received from it, as it is, some +amusement, and that it has not been altogether without instruction. It +may be long before you again hear a true story of five giants; you will +therefore do well to try to turn this one to advantage, and to inquire +what it is, in each case, that gives force to the power. For you ought +to understand that, in and with all the powers of nature, although man +is allowed to make much use of them, and often to set them in operation; +yet there is a greater Hand than his, though all unseen, which alone can +control them. Whenever, then, we see either the water or the fire, or +hear the wind, let us remember that these are so many elements which +God has intrusted to the use of man, and that for an abuse of their +capacities we shall be held accountable. + +[Illustration] + + + + + METH. EPIS. S. S. UNION. + ELEGANT BOOKS. + + AUNT CLARA'S + STORIES. + 18mo. Price 16 cents. + + ANNIE WALTON. + 18mo. Price 16 cents. + + TALKS WITH LITTLE + ELLA. + 2 vols. 48mo. 13 cts. each. + + WAY TO JESUS. + 2 vols. 48mo. 10 cts. each. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33346.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33346.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5d2271efd97bfb69ac981459f129da967d340b00 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33346.txt @@ -0,0 +1,911 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + + How To Tell The Birds + From The Flowers + And Other Wood-cuts. + + A Revised Manual of Flornithology for Beginners. + +[Illustration] + + Verses and Illustrations + By Robert Williams Wood. + + Published By Duffield and Co. + New York. + + + Copyright 1917. + By + Duffield and Co. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Contents. + + + The Burr. The Bird. 1. + The Crow. The Crocus. 2. + The Plover. The Clover. 3. + Ole Gander. Oleander. 4. + The Hen. The Lichen. 5. + The Pelican. The Panicle. 6. + The Pea. The Pewee. 7. + The Parrot. The Carrot. 8. + The Rue. The Rooster. 9. + The Hawk. The Hollyhock. 10. + The Pecan. The Toucan. 11. + The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip. 12. + The Quail. The Kale. 13. + The Auk. The Orchid. 14. + The Cow-bird. The Cowslip. 15. + The Butter-ball. The Buttercup. 16. + The Roc. The Shamrock. 17. + A Sparrer. Asparagus. 18. + The Blue Mountain Lory. 19. + The Blue Morning Glory. 19. + The Tern. The Turnip. 20. + The Larks. The Larkspur. 22. + Cross Bill. Sweet William. 23. + The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus. 24. + The Pipe. The Snipe. 25. + The Bay. The Jay. 26. + The Gent-ian. The Lady-bird. 27. + Puffin. Nuffin. 28. + Bee. Beet. Beetle. 29. + The Bunny. The Tunny. 30. + The Puss. The Octopus. 31. + The Eel. The Eelephant. 32. + The Ant. The Pheasant. 33. + The Hare. The Harrier. 34. + The Pen-guin. The Sword-fish. 35. + The Gnu. The Newt. 36. + The Ray. The Raven. 38. + The Ape. The Grape. 40. + The Doe. The Dodo. 41. + The Pipe-fish. The Sea-gar. 42. + The Elk. The Whelk. 43. + The P-cock. The Q-cumber. 44. + The Sloe. The Sloth. 45. + The Cow. The Cowry. 46. + The Antelope. The Cantelope. 47. + The Pansy. The Chim-pansy. 48. + Naught. Nautilus. 49. + + + + +Intro-duc-tion. + +[Illustration] + + + By other Nature books I'm sure, + You've often been misled, + You've tried a wall-flower to secure. + And "picked a hen" instead: + You've wondered what the egg-plants lay, + And why the chestnut's burred, + And if the hop-vine hops away, + It's perfectly absurd. + I hence submit for your inspection, + This very new and choice collection, + Of flowers on Storks, and Phlox of birds, + With some explanatory words. + Not every one is always able + To recognize a vegetable, + + For some are guided by tradition, + While others use their intuition, + And even I make no pretense + Of having more than common sense. + Indeed these strange homologies + Are in most flornithologies, + And I have freely drawn upon + The works of Gray and Audubon, + Avoiding though the frequent blunders + Of those who study Nature's wonders. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Burr. Bird. + +[Illustration: Burr. Bird.] + + + Who _is_ there who has never heard, + About the Burdock and the Bird? + And yet how very very few, + Discriminate between the two, + While even Mr. Burbank can't, + Transform a Bird into a Plant. + +[Illustration: Burbank.] + + + + +The Crow. The Crocus. + +[Illustration: The Crow. The Crocus.] + + + Some are unable, as you know, + To tell the Crocus from the Crow; + The reason why is just be-caws + They are not versed in Nature's laws. + The noisy cawing Crows all come, + Obedient to the Cro'custom, + A large Crow Caw-cus to convoke. + You never hear the Crocus croak! + + + + +The Clover. The Plover. + +[Illustration: The Clover. The Plover.] + + + The Plover and the Clover can be told apart with ease, + By paying close attention to the habits of the Bees, + For En-to-molo-gists aver, the Bee can be in Clover, + While Ety-molo-gists concur, there is no B in Plover. + + + + +The Ole Gander. The Oleander. + +[Illustration: The Ole Gander. The Oleander.] + + + The Gander loves to promenade, + Around the farmer's poultry yard, + While as we see, the Oleander + Is quite unable to meander: + The Gardener tied it up indeed, + Fearing that it might run to seed. + + + + +The Hen. The Lichen. + +[Illustration: The Hen. The Lichen.] + + + Lichens, regardless of conventions, + Exist in only two dimensions, + A life restricted to a plane, + On rocks and stones a greenish stain, + They live upon the simplest fare, + A drop of dew, a breath of air. + Contrast them with the greedy Hen, + And her most careless regimen, + She shuns the barren stones and rocks, + And thrives upon the garbage box. + + + + +The Pelican. The Panicle. + +[Illustration: The Pelican. The Panicle.] + + + The Panicle and Pelican have often been confused, + The letters which spell Pelican, in Panicle are used. + If you recognize this Anagram you'll never go astray, + Or make the careless blunder that was made by Mr. Gray. + + + + +The Pea. The Pewee. + +[Illustration: The Pea. The Pewee.] + + + To tell the Pewee from the Pea, + Requires great per-spi-ca-city. + Here in the pod we see the Pea, + While perched close by is the Pewee; + The Pea he hears the Pewee peep, + While Pewee sees the wee Pea weep, + There'll be but little time to see, + How Pewee differs from the Pea. + + + + +The Parrot. The Carrot. + +[Illustration: The Parrot. The Carrot.] + + + The Parrot and the Carrot one may easily confound, + They're very much alike in looks and similar in sound, + We recognize the Parrot by his clear articulation, + For Carrots are unable to engage in conversation. + + + + +The Rue. The Rooster. + +[Illustration: The Rue. The Rooster.] + + + When you awake at half-past-two, + And hear a "Cock-a-doodle-doo," + No argument need then ensue, + It is the Rooster, not the Rue, + Which never thus disturbs our dreams, + With ruthless rude nocturnal screams. + We sleep less soundly than we used ter + And love the Rue but rue the Rooster. + + + + +The Hawk. The Hollyhock. + +[Illustration: The Hawk. The Hollyhock.] + + + To recognize this bird-of-prey, + The broody hen you should survey: + She takes her chicks on daily walks, + Among the neighboring Hollyhocks, + While with the Hawk association, + Is quite beyond her toleration. + + + + +The Pecan. The Toucan. + +[Illustration: The Pecan. The Toucan.] + + + Very few can + Tell the Toucan + From the Pecan-- + Here's a new plan: + To take the Toucan from the tree, + Requires im-mense a-gil-i-tee, + While anyone can pick with ease + The Pecans from the Pecan trees. + It's such an easy thing to do, + That even the Toucan he can too. + + + + +The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip. + +[Illustration: The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip.] + + + The Cat-bird's call resembles that + Emitted by the Pussy Cat, + While Cat-nip growing by the wall, + Is never known to caterwaul: + It's odor though attracts the Kits, + And throws them in Cat-nip-tion fits. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Quail. The Kale. + +[Illustration: The Quail. The Kale.] + + + The California Quail is said + To have a tail upon his head, + While contrary-wise we style the Kale, + A cabbage-head upon a tail. + It is not hard to tell the two, + The Quail commences with a queue. + + + + +The Auk. The Orchid. + +[Illustration: The Auk. The Orchid.] + + + We seldom meet, when out to walk, + Either the Orchid or the Auk. + The awk-ward Auk is only known + To dwellers in the Auk-tic zone, + While Orchids can be found in legions, + Within the equatorial regions. + So if by chance you travel on + The Lena or the Am-a-zon, + Be certain of the tem-pera-ture + Or you will make mistakes I'm sure. + + + + +The Cow Bird. The Cowslip. + +[Illustration: The Cow Bird. The Cowslip.] + + + Although the Cow'slips on this plant, + Suggest perhaps a ru-min-ant, + One never sees the opening bud, + Devour the grass or chew its cud. + The Cowbird picture, I suspect, + Is absolutely incorrect; + We make such errors now and then, + A sort of cow slip of the pen. + + + + +The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup. + +[Illustration: The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup.] + + + The little Butter-cup can sing, + From morn 'till night like anything. + The quacking of the Butter-ball, + Cannot be called a song at all. + We thus the flower may learn to know, + Its song is reproduced below. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Roc. The Shamrock. + +[Illustration: The Roc. The Shamrock.] + + + Although I never took much stock, + In Sinbad's yarn about the Roc, + And really must confess I am + Inclined to think the Roc a sham: + Take notice that, the Sham-rock may + Be seen upon St. Patrick's day. + + + + +A Sparrer. Asparagus. + +[Illustration: A Sparrer. Asparagus.] + + + Of the fall of the Sparrow we often have heard, + And I've here represented the fall of the bird: + In the case of Asparagus though, I may mention, + A fall such as this, is quite out of the question: + For observe that Asparagus, fat and well fed, + Spends all of his time in the 'sparagus bed. + + + + +The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory. + +[Illustration: The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory.] + + + The Insects, to avoid surprise + By Birds, sometimes themselves disguise + As leaves and twigs, and thus escape + The appetizing Insect's fate. + Observe how cleverly this Vine + Has forced its leaves and flowers to twine + Themselves into a Bird design. + And how it's artful turns and twists, + Hides it from zealous Botanists. + + + + +The Tern. The Turnip. + +[Illustration: The Tern. The Turnip.] + + + To tell the Turnip from the Tern, + A thing which everyone should learn, + Observe the Tern up in the air, + See how he turns, and now compare + Him with this in-ert veg-et-able, + Who thus to turn is quite unable, + For he is rooted to the spot, + While as we see, the Tern is not: + He is not always doomed to be + Thus bound to earth e-_tern_-ally + For "cooked to a tern" may be inferred, + To change the Turnip to a bird. + +[Illustration] + + Observe the Turnip in the Pot. + The Tern is glad that he is not! + + + + +The Larks. The Larkspur. + +[Illustration: The Larks. The Larkspur.] + + + You must not make ad-verse remarks, + About my drawing of the Larks. + For, by the minor poet's lore + The Larks--per-pet-ually soar. + While Larkspurs, bordering garden walks, + Are perched securely on their stalks. + + + + +Cross Bill. Sweet William. + +[Illustration: Cross Bill. Sweet William.] + + + Nobody but an imbecile + Mistakes Sweet William for Cross Bill: + And even I can scarcely claim, + The skill to make them look the same. + Some other shrubs and vines and trees, + Express emotion much like these, + You've seen the mad-wort plant I guess, + And weeping willows and sigh-press, + The passion-flower, at it's climax, + The glad-iolus and the smile-ax. + + + + +The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus. + +[Illustration: The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus.] + + + The sacred Ibis, one might say, + Was classified a "Bird-of-Pray" + His body, after death, was dried, + Embalmed in pitch, and mummyfied, + And thus was handed down to us + In some old King's sarcophagus. + The Mallow, growing in the bogs, + ('Ibiscus termed by pedagogues) + Is much opposed to dessication, + And bears no marks of veneration. + + + + +The Pipe. The Snipe. + +[Illustration: The Pipe. The Snipe.] + + + Observe the hybrid Indian Pipe, + Likewise the high-bred English Snipe, + Who is distinguished, as we see, + By his superior pedigree. + + +[Illustration: + Two crosses botonny + Bend sinister] + +[Illustration: + Fess Argent + Mantlets Sable] + + + + +The Jay. The Bay. + +[Illustration: The Jay. The Bay.] + + + The Blue Jay, as we clearly see, + Is so much like the green Bay tree + That one might say the only clue, + Lies in their dif-fer-ence of hue, + And if you have a color sense, + You'll see at once this difference. + + + + +The Gent-ians. The Lady-bird. + +[Illustration: The Gent-ians. The Lady-bird.] + + + The reason why this beetle gay, + Is called the Lady-bird, they say, + Is just because he wastes his hours, + In running after pretty flowers, + Who, quite regardless of conventions, + Most openly invite attentions. + (And hence are aptly termed the Gent-ians.) + + + + +Puffin. Nuffin. + +[Illustration: Puffin. Nuffin.] + + + Upon this cake of ice is perched, + The paddle-footed Puffin: + To find his double I have searched, + But have discovered--Nuffin'. + + + + +The Bee. The Beet. The Beetle. + +[Illustration: The Bee. The Beet. The Beetle.] + + + Good Mr. Darwin once contended + That Beetles were from Bees descended, + And as my pictures show I think + The Beet must be the missing link. + The sugar-beet and honey-bee + Supply the Beetle's pedigree: + The family is now complete,-- + The Bee, the Beetle and the Beet. + + + + +The Bunny. The Tunny. + +[Illustration: The Bunny. The Tunny.] + + + The superficial naturalists have often been misled, + By failing to discriminate between the tail and head: + It really is unfortunate such carelessness prevails, + Because the Bunnies have their heads where Tunnies have their tails. + + + + +The Puss. The Octo-pus. + +[Illustration: The Puss. The Octo-pus.] + + + The Octopus or Cuttle-fish! + I'm sure that none of us would wish + To have him scuttle 'round the house, + Like Puss, when she espies a mouse: + When _you_ secure your house-hold pet, + Be very sure you do not get + The Octopus, or there may be + Domestic in-_felis_-ity. + + + + +The Eel. The Eelephant. + +[Illustration: The Eel. The Eelephant.] + + + The marked aversion which we feel, + When in the presence of the Eel, + Makes many view with consternation, + The Elephant's front ele-vation. + Such folly must be clearly due + To their peculiar point of view. + + + + +The Ant. The Pheas-ant. + +[Illustration: The Ant. The Pheas-ant.] + + + The ant is known by his ant-ennae, + Where-as the pheas-ant has'nt any, + And that is why he wears instead, + A small red cap upon his head: + Without his Fez, indeed the pheasant, + Would be quite bald and quite un-pleasant. + + + + +The Hare. The Harrier. + +[Illustration: The Hare. The Harrier.] + + + The Harrier, harassed by the Hare, + Presents a picture of despair; + Although as far as I'm concerned, + I love to see the tables turned. + The Harrier flies with all his might, + It is a harum-scare'm flight: + I'm not surprised he does not care + To meet the fierce pursuing Hare. + + + + +The Pen-guin. The Sword-fish. + +[Illustration: The Pen-guin. The Sword-fish.] + + + We have for many years been bored + By that old saw about the sword + And pen, and now we all rejoice, + To see how Nature made her choice: + She made, regardless of offendin', + The Sword-fish mightier than the Penguin. + + + + +The Gnu. The Newt. + +[Illustration: The Gnu. The Newt.] + + + The Gnu conspicuously wears + His coat of gnumerous bristling hairs, + While, as we see, the modest Newt + Of such a coat is destitute. + (I'm only telling this to you, + And it is strictly "entre gnu") + In point of fact the Newt is nude, + And therefore he does not obtrude, + But hides in some secluded gnook, + Beneath the surface of the brook. + It's almost more than he can bear, + To issue slyly from his lair, + And snatch a hasty breath of air, + His need of which is absolute, + Because, you see, he is a pneu-t.[A] + + +[Illustration] + +[Footnote A: + This word, of _air_ is emblematic, + Greek, "pneumos"--air--compare Pneumatic.] + + + + +The Ray. The Raven. + +[Illustration: The Ray. The Raven.] + + + I always sing the hymn of hate, + When I perceive the Ray (or skate) + His ugly mouth I can't abide, + His eyes are on the other side, + His features are all out of place + He hasn't even any face. + I do not mind the Raven, though + Maligned by Edgar Allan Poe: + By his fun-er-ial array + We recognize him from the Ray, + Whose epiderm is white as snow, + Not black as night, like Mr Crow. + Though black, morose, and quite unshaven + I'm sure we all prefer the Raven. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Ape. The Grape. + +[Illustration: The Ape. The Grape. + To see her shape, + Invert the Ape!] + + + The Apes, from whom we are descended, + Hang ape-x down from trees suspended, + And since we find them in the trees, + We term them arbor-ig-i-nes. + This quite explains the monkey-shines + Cut up by those who pluck from vines + The Grape, and then subject its juices, + To Bacchanalian abuses. + + + + +The Doe. The Dodo. + +[Illustration: The Doe. The Dodo.] + + + The Doe and her phonetic double, + No longer are a source of trouble, + Because the Dodo, it appears, + Has been extinct for many years: + _She_ was too haughty to embark, + With total strangers in Noah's ark, + And we rejoice because her pride, + Our nature book has simplified. + + + + +The Pipe-fish. The Sea-gar. + +[Illustration: The Pipe-fish. The Sea-gar.] + + + To smoke a herring is to make + A most lam-_en_-table mistake, + Particularly since there are + The pipe-fish and the long Sea-gar. + Bear this in mind when next you wish + To smoke your after-dinner fish. + + + + +The Elk. The Whelk. + +[Illustration: The Elk. The Whelk.] + + + A roar of welkome through the welkin + Is certain proof you'll find the Elk in; + But if you listen to the shell, + In which the Whelk is said to dwell, + And hear a roar, beyond a doubt + It indicates the Whelk is out. + + + + +The P-Cock. The Q-Cumber. + +[Illustration: The P-Cock. The Q-Cumber.] + + + The striking similarity of this P-Q-liar pair, + No longer need en-cumber us, or fill us with despair: + The P-Cock and the Q-Cumber you never need confuse, + If you pay attention to the Eyes and mind your P's and Q's. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Sloe. The Sloth. + +[Illustration: The Sloe. The Sloth.] + + + See what a fix the Sloth is in, + He has been captured by the gin: + This gin is not the same gin though, + In which we sometimes find the Sloe. + This shows how careful one must be, + To treat the gin most gingerly. + + + + +The Cow. The Cowry. + +[Illustration: The Cow. The Cowry.] + + + The Cowry seems to be, somehow, + A sort of mouth-piece for the Cow: + A speaking likeness one might say, + Which I've endeavored to portray. + + + + +The Antelope. The Cantelope. + +[Illustration: The Antelope. The Cantelope.] + + + If you will tap the Cantelope reposing on the ground + It will not move, but just emit a melon-choly sound + But if you try this method on the antlered antelope, + His departure will convince you that he is a mis-an-thrope. + + + + +The Pansy. The Chim-pansy. + +[Illustration: The Pansy. The Chim-pansy.] + + + Observe how Nature's necromancies + Have clearly painted on the Pansies, + These almost human counten-ances, + In yellow, blue and black nu-ances. + The face however seems to me + To be that of the Chim-pan-zee: + A fact that makes the gentle Pansy, + Appeal no longer to my fancy. + + + + +Naught. Nautilus. + +[Illustration: Naught. Nautilus.] + + + The Argo-naut or Nautilus, + With habits quite adventurous, + A com-bin-a-tion of a snail, + A jelly-fish and paper sail. + The parts of him that did not jell, + Are packed securely in his shell. + It is not strange that when I sought + To find his double, I found Naught. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33373.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33373.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..06bf9a7e41a320217a9c19a57d81b0bd432f084c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33373.txt @@ -0,0 +1,316 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Josephine Paolucci +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net. + + + + + + + +Kyphosis and other Variations in Soft-shelled Turtles + +BY + +HOBART M. SMITH + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History + +Volume 1, No. 6, pp. 117-124 +July 7, 1947 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +LAWRENCE +1947 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Donald S. Farner, +Donald F. Hoffmeister + +Volume 1, No. 6, pp. 117-124 +July 7, 1947 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1947 + +[Illustration] + +21-6301 + + + + +Kyphosis and other Variations in Soft-shelled Turtles + +By + +HOBART M. SMITH + + +Kyphotic (hump-backed) soft-shelled turtles have been known for many +years in Asia and America. Gressitt (Peking Natural History Bulletin, 2 +(pt. 4): 413-415, figs. 1-5, 1937) has reviewed accounts of such +turtles, and recorded the anomaly in _Amyda sinensis_ (Wiegmann) and _A. +steindachneri_ (Siebenrock) of Asia and in unidentified species in the +United States. Records of kyphosis in American species apparently are +few. + +Three skeletons in the University of Kansas Museum of Natural History +demonstrate occurrence of the condition in at least 3 American species: +_Amyda emoryi_ (Agassiz), _A. mutica_ (Le Sueur) and _A. spinifera_ (Le +Sueur). The specimen of _A. emoryi_ (Catalog No. 2219) was taken at +Phoenix, Maricopa Co., Arizona, by Victor H. Householder, on May 1, +1926. The second specimen, called to my attention by C. W. Hibbard, was +taken in 1936 from the Kansas River at Lawrence, Douglas Co., Kansas, by +Max Wheatley, to whom I am indebted for the accompanying photographs and +permission to describe the specimen which he has added to the Museum's +collections (No. 23230). The identity of No. 23230 is established as _A. +mutica_ by the absence of spines (see fig. 3) and by a number of cranial +characters. The specimen of _A. spinifera_ (No. 23026) is without +locality data; its identification is verified by the presence of spines +on the front of the carapace. + +In the specimen of _A. mutica_ (see figures) the hump forms a smooth, +high curve, closely resembling the condition in Gressitt's specimens of +_A. steindachneri_ (_op. cit._: fig. 1). In the other two the hump is +lower and its apex forms a relatively sharp angle; in the specimen of +_A. spinifera_ the posterior face of the hump is more nearly vertical +than the anterior face. In _A. emoryi_ the rear edge of the apex is +sharply inclined (at an angle of about 45 deg.), whereas the remainder of +the surface slants at an angle of about 35 deg. + +In the accompanying table of measurements of specimens in the University +of Kansas Museum of Natural History the height is measured from the end +of the rib opposite the highest elevation to the crest of the elevation, +by projected lines. The length is measured from the anterior border of +the nuchal plate to the posterior edge of the last costal plate. The +width is measured from tip to tip of the longest ribs. Catalogue +numbers of the specimens, with indication of the localities of capture +are as follows: Nos. 2215-9, 2803, 2824, 2837, Phoenix, Maricopa Co., +Arizona; Nos. 19459-60, Ozark, Franklin Co., Arkansas; Nos. 2225-9, +Lewisville, Lafayette Co., Arkansas; Nos. 1867-70, 1874-6, 1879, 1881, +1930-1, 2666, 2761-2, 2826, 2838-42, Devalls Bluff, Prairie Co., +Arkansas; No. 16528, Orange Co., Florida; Nos. 1872, 1878, 1943, 1964, +Doniphan Lake, Doniphan Co., Kansas; No. 2220, Douglas Co., Kansas; No. +23230, Kansas River, Douglas Co., Kansas; No. 18159, Harper Co., Kansas; +No. 2757, Smoky Hill River, Trego Co., Kansas; No. 23026, no data. + +The three abnormal specimens vary in width/height ratio from 1.83 to +3.14. In the 37 normal turtles measured, the corresponding ratio is 4.64 +to 7.85. The ratio of 4.64 is possibly subject to correction since the +shell tends to warp in some specimens, especially in those retaining the +skin about the periphery of the shell. The warping does not produce a +marked convexity in transverse section, but does so in longitudinal +section. Accordingly the height as here measured is little effected, and +the comparison with width rather than length of shell provides for the +lesser error from warping. There appears to be no close correlation of +proportions with either size or sex. + +It is of interest that _Amyda ferox_ is the most distinctive in +proportions of the carapace. Its carapace is longer in relation to its +width than that of any of the other species. The average relative length +of the carapace of _A. emoryi_ is intermediate between that of _A. +ferox_ and the averages of _A. spinifera_ and _A. mutica_, but the +overlap in range with the latter two is complete. + +The cause for kyphotic anomalies is unknown. That it is accompanied by a +greater degree of growth in the vertebral column than in the periphery +of the costal plates is obvious. There seems to be no well-established +accommodation for the difference in growth, since the hump produced by +it varies considerably in form. + +There is no trend from small to large specimens in size of the hump; +large and small humps occur in both large and small specimens. +Accordingly it seems that the humped condition is developed in the late +embryo or early post-embryonic life, and does not later change. + +An apparently reasonable hypothesis is that the costal plates ankylose +distally with the ribs early enough in embryonic life so that any +differential in growth rate between them and the vertebral column is +translated into abnormal contortions of the body. Agassiz and others +have shown that the costal plates normally do not fuse with the ribs by +the time of hatching; the fusion then does not normally occur in the +embryonic stage. Presumably, once fused, the costal plates and vertebral +column normally have equal growth rates, since the height/width ratio +does not change significantly with increased size. It is well known that +fusion takes place in young specimens soon after hatching; in all +skeletons examined of this genus, from the smallest (62 mm. in length) +to the largest (295 mm.), the fusion has occurred. Therefore, the normal +time of fusion must be approximately at the time of hatching. + +Although costal plates and the vertebral column grow in direct +proportion to each other throughout life from a period shortly after +hatching, the vertebral column apparently grows more rapidly than the +costals shortly before and possibly also shortly after hatching, at +least in kyphotic and probably also in normal specimens. An +exceptionally early date of fusion of costal plates and ribs would thus +result in a kyphotic condition, and it may well be assumed that the +earlier the fusion, the greater the hypertrophy would be. Whether or not +this hypothesis correctly accounts for kyphosis in turtles can be +ascertained only by further study. + +Stejneger (Bull. Mus. Comp. Zool., 94: 12, 1944) regards the presence of +8 neurals as opposed to 7 as an important peculiarity of _A. mutica_. +The 42 specimens for which the number of neurals is recorded reveals, +however, that there is greater variation than previously supposed: in 16 +_A. mutica_ more than half (9) have 7 neurals and the remainder (7) have +8. Eight neurals were recorded also in 2 of 18 _spinifera_, and in 1 of +7 _A. emoryi_. Seven neurals are present in the single specimen of _A. +ferox_ examined. + +It is of interest also that the number of costals, which has been +reported to be consistently 7 in New World species and 8 in Old World +species, varies markedly. In New World specimens, one _A. mutica_ has 7 +on one side, 8 on the other, and 8 occur on both sides of one other (of +a total of 16 examined). One of twenty _A. spinifera_, and one of eight +_A. emoryi_ have 8; the single _A. ferox_ (Schneider) has 7. Accordingly +the suggestion by H. M. Smith (Field Mus. Nat. Hist. Zool. Ser., 23:19, +1939) that _Platypeltis_ Baur be resurrected for the American +soft-shelled turtles on the basis of the occurrence of only 7 costals, +is untenable. + +The generic allocation of American soft-shelled turtles has varied +considerably in recent years: Smith (_loc. cit._) uses _Platypeltis_; +Pope (Turtles of the United States and Canada, p. 343, 1939) uses +_Trionyx_ Geoffroy; and Stejneger (_op. cit._, p. 8) uses _Amyda_ +Geoffroy. As stated above, use of _Platypeltis_ at the present time is +unwarranted, since no constant difference has been discovered that would +support generic separation of Asiatic and American members of this +group. New World turtles should be placed either in _Trionyx_ or in +_Amyda_, depending upon the interpretation of type designation for the +latter name. Malcolm Smith (Bull. Raffles Mus. 3:2, 1930) and others +have considered that, as a part of the original description, Geoffroy +(Ann. Mus. Hist. Nat. Paris, 14:20, 1809) designated the type species of +his new generic name _Trionyx_ as _aegypticus_ E. Geoffroy (= +_triunguis_ Forskal a well-recognized species). Stejneger argues that +Geoffroy did not adequately designate a type from among the many species +he treated in his genus _Trionyx_, and that it remained for Fitzinger +(Syst. Rept., p. 30, 1843) to select one of these as a type; he chose +_coromandelicus_ Geoffroy, which is a synonym of _granosa_ Schoeppff, a +species belonging to a different genus (as now recognized) from that to +which _triunguis_ belongs, although Geoffroy had made the mistake of +considering both groups as members of his genus _Trionyx_. Now if +Fitzinger's type designation is accepted, the name _Trionyx_ is to be +applied to that group containing _granosa_ (only one other form is known +in the genus, and both forms occur only in India and Burma), whereas the +name _Amyda_ of Geoffroy (_op. cit._, p. 1) is applied to the genus (as +now recognized) which includes _triunguis_ and some 20 other species of +Asia and North America. The type of _Amyda_ is a typical member from +Asia (_cartilagineus_ Boddaert). On the other hand, if Geoffroy's type +designation is accepted, the American forms (and the others of that +genus) would take the generic name _Trionyx_, of which _Amyda_ would be +a synonym, and the genus to which _granosa_ belongs would take the name +_Lissemys_ Malcolm Smith (Fauna Brit. India, Rept. Amph., 1:154, 1931). + +Stejneger discussed the various aspects of this problem (_op. cit._, pp. +6, 7), and I can add nothing to his discussion. His arguments for the +acceptance of Fitzinger's type designation rather than that of Geoffroy +are well founded upon the statement of the International Rules of +Zoological Nomenclature, while those of Smith are not. In weighing these +two alternatives, the practical value of maintenance of the "status quo" +is not here important, for the whole system of nomenclature in this +field is completely upset; _any_ conclusive decision would be of great +practical value and one alternative holds no special, practical +advantage over the other. Accordingly, it seems reasonable to consider +the matter closed with Stejneger's analysis, retaining _Amyda_ for the +American and related species of soft-shelled turtles. That this +assemblage contains natural subgroups that may warrant subdivision into +other genera is obvious, but to none of these will the name _Trionyx_ be +applicable. + + +Table of Data on _Amyda_ + +Transcriber's note: Legend has been created for the column headings to +make the table fit. + +Column headings: + +A: Number +B: Sex (M = male, F. = female) +C: Width (mm.) +D: Length (mm.) +E: Ratio, width-length +F: Height (mm.) +G: Ratio, width-height +H: Neurals +I: Costals + +================+==========+===+=====+=====+======+====+======+===+===== + SPECIES | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I +----------------+----------+---+-----+-----+------+----+------+---+----- + _emoryi_ | 2219[A] | | 81 | 62 | 1.30 | 34 | 2.38 | | 7 + " | 2215 | M | | | | | | 7 | 7 + " | 2216 | | 104 | 88 | 1.18 | 18 | 5.77 | 8 | 7 + " | 2217 | | | | | | | 7 | 8 + " | 2218 | | 106 | 93 | 1.14 | 21 | 5.04 | 7 | 7 + " | 2803 | F | 150 | 132 | 1.13 | 28 | 5.35 | 7 | 7 + " | 2824 | F | 204 | 198 | 1.03 | 32 | 6.37 | 7 | 7 + " | 2837 | F | | | | | | 7 | 7 + " | 19460 | | 97 | 77 | 1.26 | 14 | 6.93 | 8 | 7 + | | | | | | | | | + _ferox mutica_ | 16528 | F | 282 | 295 | 0.99 | 53 | 5.32| 7 | 7 + " | 2841 | F | 99 | 75 | 1.32 | 16 | 6.18 | 7 | 7 + " | 23230[A] | | 101 | 78 | 1.29 | 55 | 1.83 | 7 | 7 + " | 2838 | F | 106 | 79 | 1.34 | 17 | 6.23 | 7 | 7 + " | 1964 | M | 110 | 95 | 1.15 | 18 | 6.11 | 7 | 7 + " | 2839 | F | 115 | 77 | 1.49 | 18 | 6.39 | 7 | 7 + " | 2840 | F | 115 | 85 | 1.35 | 17 | 6.76 | 8 | 7-8 + " | 19459 | | 131 | 106 | 1.23 | 20 | 6.55 | 7 | 7 + " | 2220 | F | 144 | 116 | 1.24 | 22 | 6.54 | 7 | 7 + " | 1874 | | 162 | 137 | 1.18 | 32 | 5.06 | 7 | 7 + " | 1930 | F | 180 | 138 | 1.30 | 33 | 5.45 | 8 | 7 + " | 1875 | | 181 | 164 | 1.10 | 39 | 4.64 | 8 | 8 + " | 1881 | F | | | | | | 8 | 7 + " | 1868 | M | 185 | 167 | 1.10 | 39 | 4.74 | 7 | 7 + " | 1876 | F | 190 | 177 | 1.07 | 33 | 5.75 | 8 | 7 + " | 1870 | F | 194 | 166 | 1.27 | 35 | 5.54 | 8 | 7 + " | 1943 | | 98 | 76 | 1.29 | 18 | 5.44 | ? | 7 + | | | | | | | | | + _spinifera_ | 1872 | | 129 | 101 | 1.27 | 17 | 7.59 | 7 | 7 + " | 1931 | M | 148 | 102 | 1.45 | 26 | 5.69 | 7 | 7 + " | 18159 | F | 151 | 129 | 1.17 | 26 | 5.80 | ? | 7 + " | 1878 | F | 163 | 132 | 1.23 | 25 | 6.52 | 8 | 7 + " | 2225 | F | 165 | 131 | 1.17 | 21 | 7.85 | 7 | 7 + " | 23026[A] | F | 170 | 133 | 1.27 | 54 | 3.14 | 7 | 7 + " | 2227 | F | 191 | 175 | 1.09 | 39 | 4.89 | 7 | 7 + " | 2228 | F | 196 | 167 | 1.17 | | | 7 | 7 + " | 1867 | M | 207 | 164 | 1.26 | 26 | 7.58 | 7 | 7 + " | 2757 | | 213 | 196 | 1.08 | 30 | 7.10 | 7 | 8 + " | 2229 | | 215 | 178 | 1.20 | 28 | 6.78 | 7 | 7 + " | 2762 | F | 219 | 184 | 1.19 | 40 | 5.47 | 7 | 7 + " | 1879 | | 223 | 187 | 1.19 | 38 | 5.87 | 7 | 7 + " | 2761 | F | 233 | 182 | 1.28 | 43 | 5.41 | 7 | 7 + " | 2666 | | 234 | 208 | 1.12 | 42 | 5.57 | 8 | 7 + " | 2226 | F | 239 | 215 | 1.11 | 38 | 6.29 | 7 | 7 + " | 1869 | | 245 | 211 | 1.16 | 44 | 5.55 | 7 | 7 + " | 2842 | | 245 | 219 | 1.12 | 45 | 5.44 | 7 | 7 + " | 2826 | F | 245 | 237 | 1.03 | 45 | 5.44 | 7 | 7 +----------------+----------+---+-----+-----+------+----+------+---+----- + +[Footnote A: Kyphotic] + +_University of Kansas, Museum of Natural History, Lawrence, Kansas._ + +[Illustration: FIGS. 1-3. _Amyda mutica_, Univ. Kans., Mus. Nat. Hist., +No. 23230, Lawrence, Kansas. All views approximately half natural size. +1, Frontal view. 2, Lateral view. 3, Dorsal view.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33430.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33430.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9486e7f921734b2335f2498687ea3fbcd6b1dff4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33430.txt @@ -0,0 +1,572 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Brian Foley and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE + + Obvious typographical errors have been corrected in this + text. For a complete list, please see the bottom of this + document. + + + + +MOSADA. + +A Dramatic Poem. + +BY + +W. B. YEATS. + +WITH A + +Frontispiece Portrait of the Author + +By J. B. YEATS. + + +_Reprinted from the DUBLIN UNIVERSITY REVIEW._ + + +DUBLIN: + +PRINTED BY SEALY, BRYERS, AND WALKER, +94, 95 AND 96 MIDDLE ABBEY STREET. + +1886. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MOSADA. + + +"_And my Lord Cardinal hath had strange days in his youth._" + + _Extract from a Memoir of the Fifteenth Century._ + + + MOSADA, A Moorish Lady. + EBREMAR, A Monk. + COLA, A Lame Boy. + MONKS AND INQUISITORS. + + +SCENE I. + +_A Little Moorish Room in the Village of Azubia. +In the centre of the room a chafing dish._ + + _Mosada._ [_alone_] Three times the roses have grown less and less, +As slowly Autumn climbed the golden throne +Where sat old Summer fading into song, +And thrice the peaches flushed upon the walls, +And thrice the corn around the sickles flamed, +Since 'mong my people, tented on the hills, +He stood a messenger. In April's prime +(Swallows were flashing their white breasts above +Or perching on the tents, a-weary still +From waste seas cross'd, yet ever garrulous) +Along the velvet vale I saw him come: +In Autumn, when far down the mountain slopes +The heavy clusters of the grapes were full, +I saw him sigh and turn and pass away; +For I and all my people were accurst +Of his sad God; and down among the grass +Hiding my face, I cried long, bitterly. +Twas evening, and the cricket nation sang +Around my head and danced among the grass; +And all was dimness till a dying leaf +Slid circling down and softly touched my lips +With dew as though 'twere sealing them for death. +Yet somewhere in the footsore world we meet +We two before we die, for Azolar +The star-taught Moor said thus it was decreed +By those wan stars that sit in company +Above the Alpujarras on their thrones, +That when the stars of our nativity +Draw star to star, as on that eve he passed +Down the long valleys from my people's tents, +We meet--we two. + +[_She opens the casement--the mingled sound of the voices and +laughter of the apple gatherers floats in._] + + How merry all these are +Among the fruit. But yon, lame Cola crouches +Away from all the others. Now the sun-- +A-shining on the little crucifix +Of silver hanging round lame Cola's neck-- +Sinks down at last with yonder minaret +Of the Alhambra black athwart his disk; +And Cola seeing, knows the sign and comes. +Thus do I burn these precious herbs whose smoke +Pours up and floats in fragrance o'er my head +In coil on coil of azure. + +[_Enter Cola._] All is ready. + + _Cola._ Mosada, it is then so much the worse. +I will not share your sin. + + _Mosada._ It is no sin +That you shall see on yonder glowing cloud +Pictured, where wander the beloved feet +Whose footfall I have longed for, three sad summers-- +Why these new fears? + + _Cola._ The servant of the Lord, +The dark still man, has come, and says 'tis sin. + + _Mosada._ They say the wish itself is half the sin. +Then has this one been sinned full many times, +Yet 'tis no sin--my father taught it me. +He was a man most learned and most mild, +Who, dreaming to a wondrous age, lived on +Tending the roses round his lattice door. +For years his days had dawned and faded thus +Among the plants; the flowery silence fell +Deep in his soul, like rain upon a soil +Worn by the solstice fierce, and made it pure. +Would he teach any sin? + + _Cola._ Gaze in the cloud +Yourself. + + _Mosada._ None but the innocent can see. + + _Cola._ They say I am all ugliness; lame-footed +I am; one shoulder turned awry--why then +Should I be good? But you are beautiful. + + _Mosada._ I cannot see. + + _Cola._ The beetles, and the bats, +And spiders, are my friends, I'm theirs, and they are +Not good; but you are like the butterflies. + + _Mosada._ I cannot see! I cannot see! but you +Shall see a thing to talk on when you're old, +Under a lemon tree beside your door; +And all the elders sitting in the sun, +Will wondering listen, and this tale shall ease +For long, the burthen of their talking griefs. + + _Cola._ Upon my knees I pray you, let it sleep, +The vision. + + _Mosada._ You're pale and weeping, child. +Be not afraid, you'll see no fearful thing. +Thus, thus I beckon from her viewless fields-- +Thus beckon to our aid a Phantom fair +And calm, robed all in raiment moony white. +She was a great enchantress once of yore, +Whose dwelling was a tree-wrapt island, lulled +Far out upon the water world and ringed +With wonderful white sand, where never yet +Were furled the wings of ships. There in a dell +A lily blanched place, she sat and sang, +And in her singing wove around her head +White lilies, and her song flew forth afar +Along the sea; and many a man grew hushed +In his own house or 'mong the merchants grey, +Hearing the far off singing guile and groaned, +And manned an argosy and sailing died. +In the far isle she sang herself asleep +At last. But now I wave her to my side. + + _Cola._ Stay, stay, or I will hold your white arms down. +Ah me, I cannot reach them--here and there +Darting you wave them, darting in the vapour. +Heard you? Your lute upon the wall has sounded! +I feel a finger drawn across my cheek! + + _Mosada._ The phantoms come; ha ha! they come, they come! +I wave them hither, my breast heaves with joy. +Ah! now I'm eastern-hearted once again, +And while they gather round my beckoning arms, +I'll sing the songs the dusky lovers sing, +Wandering in sultry palaces of Ind, +A lotus in their hands-- + +[_The door is flung open. Enter the Officers of the Inquisition._] + + _First Inquisitor._ Young Moorish girl +Taken in magic. In the Church's name +I here arrest thee. + + _Mosada._ It is Allah's will. +Touch not this boy, for he is innocent. + + _Cola._ Forgive! for I have told them everything. +They said I'd burn in hell unless I told +Them all, and let them find you in the vapour. + +[_She turns away--he clings to her dress._] + +Forgive me! + + _Mosada._ It was Allah's will. + + _Second Inquisitor._ Now cords. + + _Mosada._ No need to bind my hands. Where are ye, sirs, +For ye are hid with vapours? + + _Second Inquisitor._ Round the stake +The vapour is much thicker. + + _Cola._ God! the stake! +Ye said that ye would fright her from her sin-- +No more; take me instead of her, great sirs. +She was my only friend; I'm lame you know-- +One shoulder twisted, and the children cry +Names after me. + + _First Inquisitor._ Lady-- + + _Mosada._ I come. + + _Cola_ [_following._] Forgive. +Forgive, or I will die. + + _Mosada_ [_stooping and kissing him_]. 'Twas Allah's will. + + +SCENE II. + +_A Room, the building of the Inquisition of Granada, lit by stained +window, picturing St. James of Spain._ + +_Monks and Inquisitors._ + + _First Monk._ Will you not hear my last new song? + + _First Inquisitor._ Hush, hush! +So she must burn you say. + + _Second Inquisitor._ She must in truth. + + _First Inquisitor._ Will he not spare her life? How would one matter +When there are many? + + _Second Monk._ Ebremar will stamp +This heathen horde away. You need not hope; +And know you not she kissed that pious child +With poisonous lips, and he is pining since? + + _First Monk._ You're full of wordiness. Come, hear my song. + + _Second Monk._ In truth an evil race; why strive for her, +A little Moorish girl? + + _Second Inquisitor._ Small worth. + + _First Monk._ My song-- + + _First Inquisitor._ I had a sister like her once my friend. + +[_Touching the first Monk on the shoulder._] + +Where is our brother Peter? When you're nigh, +He is not far. I'd have him speak for her. +I saw his jovial mood bring once a smile +To sainted Ebremar's sad eyes. I think +He loves our brother Peter in his heart. +If Peter would but ask her life--who knows? + + _First Monk._ He digs his cabbages. He brings to mind +That song I've made--is of a Russian tale +Of Holy Peter of the Burning Gate: +A saint of Russia in a vision saw + +[_Sings_] + + A stranger new arisen wait + By the door of Peter's gate, + And he shouted Open wide + Thy sacred door, but Peter cried, + No, thy home is deepest hell, + Deeper than the deepest well. + Then the stranger softly crew + Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo! + Answered Peter: Enter in + Friend; but 'twere a deadly sin + Ever more to speak a word + Of any unblessed earthly bird. + + _First Inquisitor._ Be still, I hear the step of Ebremar. +Yonder he comes; bright-eyed, and hollow-cheeked +From fasting--see, the red light slanting down +From the great painted window wraps his brow, +As with an aureole. + +[_Ebremar enters--they all bow to him._] + + _First Inquisitor._ My suit to you-- + + _Ebremar._ I will not hear; the Moorish girl must die. +I will burn heresy from this mad earth, +And-- + + _First Inquisitor._ Mercy is the manna of the world. + + _Ebremar._ The wages of sin is death. + + _Second Monk._ No use. + + _First Inquisitor._ My lord, if it must be, I pray descend +Yourself into the dungeon 'neath our feet +And importune with weighty words this Moor, +That she foreswear her heresies and save +Her soul from seas of endless flame in hell. + + _Ebremar._ I speak alone with servants of the Cross +And dying men--and yet--but no, farewell. + + _Second Monk._ No use. + + _Ebremar._ Away! [_They go._] Hear oh! thou enduring God, +Who giveth to the golden-crested wren +Her hanging mansion. Give to me, I pray, +The burthen of thy truth. Reach down thy hands +And fill me with thy rage, that I may bruise +The heathen. Yea, and shake the sullen kings +Upon their thrones. The lives of men shall flow +As quiet as the little rivulets +Beneath the sheltering shadow of thy Church, +And thou shalt bend, enduring God, the knees +Of the great warriors whose names have sung +The world to its fierce infancy again. + + +SCENE III. + +_The dungeon of the Inquisition. The morning of the Auto-da-Fe dawns +dimly through a barred window. A few faint stars are shining. Swallows +are circling in the dimness without._ + + _Mosada._ Oh! swallows, swallows, swallows, will ye fly +This eve, to-morrow, or to-morrow night +Above the farm-house by the little lake +That's rustling in the reeds with patient pushes, +Soft as a long dead footstep whispering through +The brain. My brothers will be passing down +Quite soon the cornfield, where the poppies grow, +To their farm-work; how silent all will be. +But no, in this warm weather, 'mong the hills, +Will be the faint far thunder-sound as though +The world were dreaming in its summer sleep; +That will be later, day is scarcely dawning. +And Hassan will be with them--he was so small, +A weak, thin child, when last I saw him there. +He will be taller now--'twas long ago. + +The men are busy in the glimmering square. +I hear the murmur as they raise the beams +To build the circling seats, where high in air +Soon will the churchmen nod above the crowd. +I'm not of that pale company whose feet +Ere long shall falter through the noisy square, +And not come thence--for here in this small ring, +Hearken, ye swallows! I have hoarded up +A poison drop. The toy of fancy once, +A fashion with us Moorish maids, begot +Of dreaming and of watching by the door +The shadows pass; but now, I love my ring, +For it alone of all the world will do +My bidding. + +[_Sucks poison from the ring._] + + Now 'tis done, and I am glad +And free--'twill thieve away with sleepy mood +My thoughts, and yonder brightening patch of sky +With three bars crossed, and these four walls my world, +And yon few stars, grown dim like eyes of lovers +The noisy world divides. How soon a deed +So small makes one grow weak and tottering. +Where shall I lay me down? That question is +A weighty question, for it is the last. +Not there, for there a spider weaves her web. +Nay here, I'll lay me down where I can watch +The burghers of the night fade one by one, + ... Yonder a leaf +Of apple blossom circles in the gloom, +Floating from yon barred window. New comer, +Thou'rt welcome. Lie there close against my fingers. +I wonder which is whitest, they or thou. +'Tis thou, for they've grown blue around the nails. +My blossom, I am dying, and the stars +Are dying too. They were full seven stars; +Two only now they are, two side by side. +Oh! Allah, it was thus they shone that night, +When my lost lover left these arms. My Vallence, +We meet at last, the ministering stars +Of our nativity hang side by side, +And throb within the circles of green dawn. +Too late, too late, for I am near to death. +I try to lift mine arms--they fall again. +This death is heavy in my veins like sleep. +I cannot even crawl along the flags +A little nearer those bright stars. Tell me, +Is it your message, stars, that when death comes +My soul shall touch with his, and the two flames +Be one? I think all's finished now and sealed. + +[_After a pause enter Ebremar._] + + _Ebremar._ Young Moorish girl, thy final hour is here, +Cast off thy heresies and save thy soul +From dateless pain. She sleeps-- + +[_Starting._] + + Mosada--thou-- +Oh God!--awake, thou shalt not die. She sleeps. +Her head cast backward in her unloosed hair. +Look up, look up, thy Vallence is by thee. +A fearful paleness creeps across her breast +And out-spread arms. + +[_Casting himself down by her._] + + Be not so pale, dear love. +Oh! can my kisses bring a flush no more +Upon thy face. How heavily thy head +Hangs on my breast. Listen, we shall be safe. +We'll fly from this before the morning star. +Dear heart, there is a secret way that leads +Its paven length towards the river's marge, +Where lies a shallop in the yellow reeds. +Awake, awake, and we will sail afar, +Afar along the fleet white river's face-- +Alone with our own whispers and replies-- +Alone among the murmurs of the dawn. +Among thy nation none shall know that I +Was Ebremar, whose thoughts were fixed on God, +And heaven, and holiness. + + _Mosada._ Let's talk and grieve, +For that's the sweetest music for sad souls. +Day's dead, all flame-bewildered, and the hills +In list'ning silence gazing on our grief. +I never knew an eve so marvellous still. + + _Ebremar._ Her dreams are talking with old years. Awake, +Grieve not, for Vallence kneels beside thee-- + + _Mosada._ Vallence, +'Tis late, wait one more day; below the hills +The foot-worn way is long, and it grows dark. +It is the darkest eve I ever knew. + + _Ebremar._ I kneel by thee--no parting now--look up. +She smiles--is happy with her wandering griefs. + + _Mosada._ So you must go; kiss me before you go. +Oh! would the busy minutes might fold up +Their thieving wings that we might never part. +I never knew a night so honey sweet. + + _Ebremar._ There is no leave taking. I go no more. +Safe on the breast of Vallence is thy head +Unhappy one. + + _Mosada._ Go not. Go not. Go not. +For night comes fast; look down on me, my love, +And see how thick the dew lies on my face. +I never knew a night so dew-bedrowned. + + _Ebremar._ Oh! hush the wandering music of thy mind. +Look on me once. Why sink your eyelids so? +Why do you hang so heavy in my arms? +Love, will you die when we have met? One look +Give to thy Vallence. + + _Mosada._ Vallence--he has gone +From here, along the shadowy way that winds +Companioning the river's pilgrim torch. +I'll see him longer if I stand out here +Upon the mountain's brow. + +[_She tries to stand and totters. Ebremar supports her, and +she stands pointing down as if into a visionary valley._] + + Yonder he treads +The path o'er-muffled with the leaves--dead leaves, +Like happy thoughts grown sad in evil days. +He fades among the mists; how fast they come, +And pour upon the world! Ah! well a day! +Poor love and sorrow with their arms thrown round +Each other's necks, and whispering as they go, +Still wander through the world. He's gone, he's gone. +I'm weary--weary, and 'tis very cold. +I'll draw my cloak around me; it is cold. +I never knew a night so bitter cold. + +[_Dies._] + + _Ebremar._ Mosada! Oh, Mosada! + +[_Enter Monks and Inquisitors._] + + _First Inquisitor._ My lord, you called. + + _Ebremar._ Not I. This maid is dead. + + _First Monk._ From poison, for you cannot trust these Moors. +You're pale, my lord. + + _First Inquisitor._ [_aside_] His lips are quivering. +The flame that shone within his eyes but now +Has flickered and gone out. + + _Ebremar._ I am not well. +'Twill pass. I'll see the other prisoners now, +And importune their souls to penitence, +So they escape from hell. But pardon me. +Your hood is threadbare--see that it be changed +Before we take our seats above the crowd. + + _First Monk._ I always said you could not trust these Moors. + +[_They go._] + + +W. B. YEATS. + + +Printed by +SEALY, BRYERS AND WALKER, +94, 95, AND 96 MIDDLE ABBEY STREET, +DUBLIN. + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + Page 5: "my friend," amended to "my friend." + + Page 6: "First Inqusitor" amended to "First Inquisitor" + + Page 10: "kn ewa" amended to "knew a" + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33446.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33446.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1adab81290986d77c454ef3178a67071e7141ac8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33446.txt @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +LACE CURTAIN CLEANING + +A SUCCESSFUL HOME BUSINESS + + +BY + +Mrs. Albert Leigh + + +COPYRIGHTED 1913 + + + + +How I Started A Successful Home Business + + +In the following pages will be found valuable instructions to all who +have applied for them. They are for your own use, and should not be +given or loaned to others, if you wish to succeed yourself. + +My advice to all is to begin this little book at the beginning, and +read it carefully to the end, then begin work in earnest--experience is +the best teacher, and I wish to show you, from my own experience how I +succeeded in building up a successful business right here in my own +home, in spare time only. For the first year my profits were over +$200.00. + +There is no royal road to success, nor do I know of any in which +patience and perseverance are more requisite than in the Lace Curtain +Laundry Business, though the work is easy, pleasant and to all who +master these instructions and apply them persistently, should not fail +to achieve the success that I have, and more. + +Illness in my family first inspired me with the ambition to help keep +our home together, and I shall never regret the thought which prompted +me to start the Lace Curtain Laundry Business, which has proved such a +success to me. + +There is no profession where the beginner can learn so quickly, none in +which the financial returns are so liberal, so I, being inexperienced, +took courage, patience and perseverance for my motto, and the result is +a nice home business built on the inspiration of a thought. + +Business enterprises that women can successfully engage in are very +scarce, but as this business is so easily conducted in the home, any +woman with a fair amount of ambition, who wants to earn her own living, +or who desires to assist with family expenses, in spare time, or who +wishes to increase her spending allowance and does not wish to leave +home in doing so; "this business offers the opportunity." Make your +strike for independence now, by following my instructions, you will +never regret it; for in a few months' time you will own a business of +your own--a business that will remain permanent for years to come and +will become more profitable, the longer you operate it. + + +MY METHOD + +As this business requires little or no capital to start, I lost no time +in making a beginning, having all the necessary appliances, such as +Tubs, Boiler, Wringer and Stretchers, in my own home use, adding two +new pair of Stretchers with the first money earned at my business, and +taking my parlor for my work shop, I was ready to begin. + +In the first place I mentioned my proposition to a few friends, who +gave me every encouragement, and in a few days I received a few orders, +which netted me $10 clear for the first week. + +In the evenings, I wrote down fifty names and addresses of the best +residents of our city, having borrowed an old phone book from my next +door neighbor for this purpose, then I wrote each a polite note stating +my business, and soliciting their patronage, promising to give special +care and attention in Laundrying without tearing, also guaranteeing +points and Curtains even. + +This brought me many orders, as also did a polite note to the President +of our Civic Betterment Club, who very kindly read my note to the +members at one of their meetings. The following week I sent a note to +the President of the Auxiliary of the Y.M.C.A., with like results. + +At this time, fall cleaning being about over, I set to work to form a +plan for spring work, which I knew would be heavy, as my business +increased right along as it become known, so I visited all the Hotels, +Apartment Houses, Clubs and Dr. Offices soliciting their patronage +also, and the result is; I had more work than I could do; now I have to +systemize my work by taking in only what I know I can do in a week +without over-lating myself, as I employ no help whatever. + + +THE SECRET OF MY SUCCESS + +When the curtains first come in I look them over, if torn or worn, my +aim is to not make them any worse; I measure each pair of curtains, +length and width, marking it down in a book, for the purpose, with the +owner's name, how many pair and the price charged, this keeps me posted +for future reference. + +Most people put their Lace Curtains in cold water over night to extract +the dirt; I find this takes out a little of the smoked lint, not the +dirt, to me it seems to fasten it in, it certainly takes more time and +labor to get it out, besides being harder on the hands and the curtains +also. Try this way: take your largest tub, fill to the top with luke +warm water take one large cup of my excellent soap solution and mix in +the water thoroughly, now fold each curtain to about a foot square, put +into this tub of water until the tub is full, leave for half hour, +pressing them down occasionally, you will see the dirt fairly drop out, +at the end of half hour take one or two out at one time into fairly hot +water unfolding them a little while washing them, you will find this +process not only protects the curtains but is easier to laundry, put +them through your wringer gently, never wring them with the hands as +this tears them. + +If the curtains are pure white I boil them a little, if Ecru I merely +scald them sometimes they don't even require scalding, but must be +rinsed thoroughly; sometimes when the curtains are very frail I don't +put them through the wringer, I squeeze them with my hands in a ball, +after they are all clean. I dry out of doors if possible, then if it is +wet the next day I can starch and put them on the stretchers indoors, +in a vacant room kept for the purpose, and with a stove in it for cold +weather, it dries quickly. I find by drying all my curtains first I can +make the starch the right consistency, that is, most people want them +just stiff enough to hang pretty, so I try to get them about the same +weight as when new; if the curtain is of a heavy make less starch will +be required, but if they are of a net or some other flimsy material it +takes more starch--after doing a few pair it is easy to guess just what +you require for all curtains. + +The first curtain put on the stretcher is always the most tedious, but +after that it is easy. I never put on more than one pair of heavy; if +of light material I get as many on as the pins will take, providing, of +course, the curtains are all of one length; and I always try to make +the stretcher fit the curtain, not the curtain fit the stretcher. + +To begin with you will need 3 pair of stretchers, two of the adjustable +pin and one of the stationary pin kind, the first named are for the +scallop edge curtains as they can be placed at correct distances +apart--this is important--the stationary pin stretchers are for the +straight edge curtain, these must be stretched from the four corners, +working them on perfectly even and straight, never try to put a scallop +curtain on these stretchers, as the pins are never the same distance +apart. + +When I first commenced my Laundry Business, I found great difficulty, +and wasted much time in trying to find the right figures on the +stretchers, so I invented a scheme which has saved me hours of time, +and a great deal of patience: I simply went over the figures with pen +and ink, now I can see them at a glance. + +I often have curtains come in which require some mending; if I have +time I do this at night, before starching of course; I charge extra for +this and according to amount of work required, the ladies are more than +willing to pay for this, and it adds to your work too; makes it look so +much better. + +When taking the curtains off the stretchers, unscrew each corner a +little and raise the lower bar, this will bring the curtain off easier +and without tearing. Sometimes the edges and joints require pressing, I +do this as I take them off the stretcher, or at night, if I am short of +time. I charge 10c a curtain extra for this, when ready to send home I +fold them as little as possible, the fewer the creases the better they +look. After wrapping them nicely, I write a note to each, in which I +ask, should the work just returned meet with approval, to kindly hand +my enclosed card to one of their friends, this invariably brings me a +new customer. The card enclosed is simply a plain neat card with name +and address only, this with my note I enclose in an envelope addressed +to my customer and fastened to the parcel. + +Most of my work is brought to me and called for, this saves me a great +deal of time and trouble, but the ladies are more than willing to do +this, if their curtains are done satisfactory. + +Since commencing the laundrying of curtains I have been asked to +laundry many other articles, such as shirtwaists, fancy lace dresses, +jabots, dinner mats, doilies, scarfs, laces of all kinds, bed spreads +and even blankets, but working only in my spare time I have confined +myself to curtains and door panels only yet it goes to show that the +woman with more time at her disposal could do all this kind of work, +including the mending and make a splendid living, more especially when +there are three and four in the family. + +In conclusion I must say I find that politeness, cleanliness and +neatness of person in approaching the people adds a great part in the +secret of success in all trades. + +Enclosed with these instructions will be found my price list for all +curtain work and from which I never vary. For any other information a +two cent stamp enclosed will bring it to you by return mail. + +For success, + +I am very sincerely yours, + +MRS. ALBERT LEIGH, + +30 Bullett Ave., S.E. + +Roanoke, Va. + + +POINTERS FROM INSTRUCTIONS AT A GLANCE + + 1. Before wetting curtains measure length and width. + + 2. Don't put curtains to soak in cold water over night, one half hour +in the morning in luke warm water will be better. + + 3. Don't be afraid to use the soap solution, it won't injure the +curtains or the hands. + + 4. Don't wring the curtains with your hands simply squeeze them or put +them gently through the wringer. + + 5. After washing them clean dry thoroughly all your curtains, you will +then know just what consistency to make your starch; make them as near +their weight as when new, they hang better. + + 6. Prepare your starch the night before, this will save lots of time, +and you won't have to wait till it cools. + + 7. Make a straining bag of one yard of crash toweling and strain all +your starch before using as sometimes it lumps and sticks to the +curtains. + + 8. If any mending is required do it before starching them and when +clean. + + 9. Don't forget to charge extra for this, according to amount of +mending required. + +10. Get the adjustable-pin stretcher for scallop curtains, and +stationary stretcher for straight edge curtains. + +11. Go over the figures and lines on your stretchers with pen and ink, +you will then see them at a glance. + +12. For narrow curtains and short lengths, bore holes in your +stretchers to meet the requirements. + +13. When the curtains are ready to fold, don't fold them too much, the +fewer the creases the better they look. + +14. Don't forget to enclose with each parcel your card, asking to +kindly hand it to a friend. + +15. Always give a receipt in return for payment, this protects you and +your customer too. + +16. Don't be afraid to approach the people, they are only too glad to +know of you and that their curtains be cared for. + +17. Go to the best houses, to the hotels, apartment houses, clubs, +doctors' offices and anywhere where curtains are used in public +buildings. + +18. Your clean and neat appearance will count for everything in this +business. + +19. Make your prices the same to one and all, with no favors, and terms +strictly cash. + +20. Be polite to all, even if you are annoyed sometimes, it will pay +in the end. + + +MY EXCELLENT SOAP SOLUTION + +Three pounds Fels-Naptha Soap, One Fourth of a pound Mule Team Borax, +One pound of Sal Soda, One cup Turpentine, Six quarts of rain +water--Into the six quarts of water add the soap cut into small pieces, +boil till thoroughly desolved, then add the Borax and Sal Soda, let +this desolve also before adding the Turpentine, then boil for 10 +minutes, altogether, keep in gallon jars. + + * * * * * + +MY PRICE LIST + +Battenburg Curtains 75c to $1.00 + +Frilled Muslin, ironed all over 75c to $1.00 + +Heavy Aplique 75c to $1.00 + +Irish Point Net Curtains 65c to 75c + +Oriental Curtains, pressing and cleaning 65c to 75c + +Fish Net Curtains, long 65c + +Plain Nottingham Lace Curtains 65c + +Panel Curtains of all kinds, each 35c + +Short Muslin Sash Curtains, each 25c + +Door Panels, cleaned and pressed, each 25c to 35c + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Lace Curtain Cleaning, by Mrs. Albert Leigh + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33533.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33533.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..20cf53b7d0e56b2733a5a61a60fe18de49ef5c33 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33533.txt @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the early 1800's edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, +UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was +made. + + [Picture: Cover of the pamphlet] + + + + + + THE CONVICT'S + Farewell: + + + WITH ADVICE + TO + CRIMINALS, + BEFORE + AND + AFTER TRIAL. + + * * * * * + + _IN VERSE_. + + [Picture: Decorative divider] + + BY J. PARKERSON, JUN. + + [Picture: Decorative divider] + + _PRICE THREE-PENCE_. + + * * * * * + + NORWICH: + PRINTED BY R. WALKER, NEAR THE DUKE'S PALACE. + + + + +THE CONVICT'S FAREWELL, &c. + + + [Picture: Decorative divider] + + Farewell ye partner of my woes, farewell! + The finest language could but faintly tell, + What I now feel in writing this adieu, + What you must suffer when I'm far from you. + There was a time when happiness my lot, + I liv'd serenely in my little cot; + No wicked thoughts did there disturb my rest, + My children round me, by a father prest; + No father now, methinks I hear them say, + He's gone from us, he's hurried far away. + Nightly I've view'd them in my flurri'd dreams, + Seen their wet eyes and heard their dreadful screams; + Methought my wife came to my lonely cell, + To say adieu, to bid a long farewell; + Soon I awoke and to increase my pains, + I felt my legs encompass'd round with chains; + Then, then I cried, oh drunkenness thou cause, + Of this distress, and made me break those laws + That wise men made for every man to keep, + By them deluded, plung'd in crimes so deep. + First step to ruin was a love of dice, + With cards the great promoter of our vice; + I wish those men who do with such things play, + Would ever cast them from their hands away; + I wish all Magistrates would search around, + And punish Publicans where they are found: + They caused me first my Master to neglect; + And after lost me honest men's respect; + They also led me from a virtuous wife, + And mostly caused my lad disgrace and strife. + View Public Houses, every wealthy Squire, + And force by ten, the spendthrift to retire; + By such a plan, the labouring poor would rise, + Soon as the Sun adorns the heavenly skies: + I've stated what have brought me to this end, + And what has lost me every earthly friend; + Except a wife--oh God protect and bless, + Her and our offspring now in great distress. + Young men be cautious how ye spend your time, + A bad acquaintance hurries on a crime; + Sometimes an artful female tries her power, + To trap the giddy in a thoughtless hour; + When she has work'd the captive to her will, + She gladly sees your taking sorrow's pill; + Cause you to leave a virtuous homely wife, + And lead a sad disgraceful wicked life; + Allur'd by art she'll bring you to distress, + And like a Millwood to you falsely press: + Then be the first your actions to betray, + A fiend like such, caus'd me to go astray + From them I love, from those my heart hold dear, + And shall till death their memories revere; + When I am clos'd in transport on the sea, + Doubtless my love you'll sometimes sigh for me. + Bring up my little ones in such a way, + As they will holy keep the sabbath-day; + Early in life do in their minds reveal, + The dreadful crimes to swear, to lie, or steal. + Hannah my eldest daughter place her where, + She's constant under virtue's eye and care; + Let her not learn the weaving trade, you'll find, + That such a course may injure much her mind; + Females are ready to acquire that art, + Soon as they wish fair virtue to depart, + Unwilling oft in service for to be, + Where they can't dress and have their liberty; + But if with parents they can work at home, + Nightly they hope with idle folks to roam: + At my late sentence I can not complain, + Altho' the law my body do detain; + Justice tho' slow, has overtaken me, + Abroad for life, I shall be kept from thee; + On a just God for ever I will trust, + I know his will is always right and just. + Tis now too late again to speak to you, + Which is the cause of writing this adieu. + No partner now to sooth my aching heart, + Reflection galls me, at myself I start, + With aching heart and in my lonely cell, + I bid my babes and you,--a long farewell. + Methinks I see the transport full in view, + And I with horror meet the harden'd crew; + Full well I know I ne'er shall see you more, + Nor plant a foot-step on my native shore; + On foreign land I'm doom'd my days to toil, + And with vile wretches cultivate the soil. + Stripes I must bare perhaps when quite unwell, + And hear the convicts' melancholy yell; + A pang I feel when e'er I close the night, + And wish a virtuous wife was in my sight: + England adieu, may you in trade increase, + And free from inward tumults rest in peace. + Our Chaplain well I know, will soon impart, + His friendly aid to cheer the drooping heart; + I hope my children he will learn to read, + And teach them early to peruse the creed: + The bell is rung, the waggon is in view, + Wife and dear children now, adieu! adieu! + At thoughts of leaving this my native shore, + Unmans me quite and I can say no more; + I will thro' life, a better course pursue, + Tho' far away shall leave my heart with you. + + + + +ADVICE, &c. + + + Vile men, abstain from every artful plan, + When found out disgrace the name of man; + Let those who steal, repent and sin no more, + Ere Law decrees, it's vengeance on them pour: + From trifling things, we greater ills pursue, + Till the Law's fangs are brought within our view; + Stop, stop bad courses, ere it be too late, + And justice dooms you to a culprit's fate. + Riots avoid, tho' mischief none you do, + Your being at them, brings a stain on you; + Those who look on, will afterwards repent, + And share alike in point of punishment: + The Law expressly properly declare, + He adds to tumult, that is present there; + Take my advice, let reason bear her sway, + From scenes of discord, always keep away; + You'd think it hard, a worthless savage crew, + Should gain by plunder, all your goods from you: + The worst of men are foremost on a plan, + To gain by rapine, every way they can; + Do you suppose, that wasting other's store, + Can ease the hardships of the labouring poor; + No such a course, our present ills increase, + And robs the Nation of its inward peace. + From late example, all are taught to know, + Dreadful his fate, that strikes confusion's blow; + Then let us quiet at our Cots remain, + And better times will cheer us once again. + All means are trying, comforts to restore, + To ease the hardships of the labouring poor; + Think what distress awaits dishonest ways, + Immur'd in prison many wretched days; + Not only days, perhaps they shed their tears, + In Foreign Lands, for many dismal years; + Not only years, perhaps are doom'd for life, + Abroad to roam, from children, home, and wife; + Should it your lot in prison for to be, + Implore with fervent prayer the Deity; + Who will in time if you sincerely pray, + Lessen your troubles each succeeding day: + It's thro' our Saviour's aid that we should crave, + A gracious pardon ere we meet the grave; + His intercession with the King of Kings, + Alone can save you, from eternal stings. + When at the court, for trial you appear, + Speak nought but truth, you better for it fare; + For should you dare to introduce a lie, + Justice's sharp eye each falsehood will descry: + I've known a perjur'd witness brought to swear, + The guilty felon, of his crime is clear; + Dismay'd, confus'd, he feels alas! too late, + Such impious conduct greatly aggravate; + Besides he answers at the awful day, + For causing others from the truth to stray. + Whatever happens in this vale of tears, + Our Maker knows, give him your fervent prayers: + Let your demeanor if in prison be, + Such as the jailor can contrition see; + For his report may mitigate your doom, + And sometimes save you from a prison's gloom. + Religious Books if you can read attend, + They are in solitude the pris'ner's friend; + When at the Chapel, do not cast away, + By inattention what the Chaplain say: + It's pure Religion cheers each good man's heart, + And will in time its blessings soon impart; + Such as perhaps you never knew before, + And doubtless will your peace of mind restore. + The Bible read, when in your dismal cell, + Read it attentive, ere you bid farewell; + To him who may companion with you be; + Your soul that night may be required of thee. + + A scene I witnessed, and not long time since, + Would stop the errors of an hardened prince; + Three men were sentenc'd by the Law to die, + To hear them mourn, to see the drooping eye; + Would cause sensations of a painful kind, + While anxious cares corode the tortur'd mind. + A pious Chaplain strove, to bring in view, + The proffer'd pardon if repentants true. + He said that God was merciful and just, + To implore forgiveness, on his word to trust; + There is a record where the scripture say, + Those that repent he will not cast away; + A sigh or tear cannot that boon impart, + It must be fervent from the head and heart: + Thro' Jesus' aid vile sinners doth he save, + If true repentants, ere they meet the grave. + Each wish'd they could recal, the time that's past, + And they would live as if each day the last: + Just before death, they pray'd me to implore, + An erring mortal to transgress no more; + Hope their lov'd Chaplain might, for ever be + When call'd on high, blessed to eternity; + They knew his worth his heart is of a kind, + That plants soft pity to a feeling mind: + Deeker, as Chaplain, few can e'er excel, + Belov'd by all who bids the jail farewell. + When first I saw these wretched men in jail, + Before their trial, did their fate bewail; + Soon as the sentence met each anxious ear, + Resign'd, and true repentants did appear; + One and all cried out, oh that God how just! + To stop our sad career, on thee we'll trust; + One cause alone have made this sore distress, + Neglecting Lord's day and our drunkenness. + + * * * * * + + Walker, Printer, near the Duke's Palace, Norwich. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33555.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33555.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ddfe2bfc7c7b8a55860a5d2d67a1f9b321016843 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33555.txt @@ -0,0 +1,462 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines, prepared from scans obtained from +Internet Archive. + + + + + + + + + + +ON STRIKE TILL 3 + + + +By + +GRANT BALFOUR + + +Author of + + "Canada My Home and Other Poems" + "The Fairy School of Castle Frank" + &c., &c. + + + + + +TORONTO + +WILLIAM BRIGGS + +1913 + + + + +Copyright, Canada, 1913, by + +J. M. GRANT + + + + + WHERE UNION DWELT + + Beside the deep ravine the cottage stood, + O'erlooking elm and willow, beech and birch, + In growth profuse and wild o'er shady stream: + And viewing cedar, oak and towering pine + On yonder crest aglow with light. How grand + The vision in the greenness of the spring, + When birds of blue and scarlet vestments come; + The greater glory of the summer time, + When twinkling wings outvie the rarest flowers; + Or ripeness of the fall, when richest green + And gold and red in mass of tapestry + Delight the eye. + + But now the scene is white, + Resplendent white. No miser hand hath swept + The vale and heights but Nature bountiful + Of beauty dazzling pure, the season's own. + The spotless path below, meandering midst + O'erhanging boughs and drooping plants enwrapped + In feathered snow, a reverend scene, appears + As if for angels formed, who came to walk + This sacred aisle to worship winter's God. + The lofty pines that grace the other crest, + Enrobed in sparkling splendor, raise their heads + In solemn awe to yonder jewelled dome, + And offer praise to Him whose temple bright + Holds earth and sky. + + Beneath a frosted birch, + Lit up to brilliance by the burnished moon, + The shingle cottage stood, a humble home. + The labour of the day was done. The lamp + Within sent out its yellow rays athwart + The silver snow and on the well-washed sheets + And other things that hung on lines and told + The woman's calling. Work, from dawn of day + Till dark, with poor reward. + + + + + CHRISTMAS EVE + + 'Twas Christmas Eve. + The mother and her little boy (his name + Was David Annandale) sat down to read + And converse hold before they sought repose. + A widow young, with richest auburn hair, + Bright hazel eyes 'neath finely arching brows, + Teeth of pearl, and sympathetic smile + Most sweet. No wonder that her child, a lad + Of six, with raven hair and ruddy cheeks, + Should find in her alone his heart's desire, + His reigning thought, the perfect one. His eyes + Lovelit no blemish saw in careworn looks. + + Her stories, read and told with girlish zeal, + Of beaver, bear and wolf, and jet black squirrel, + But, best of all, of smiling Santa Claus, + Aroused an interest intense. The deep + Ravine itself and other themes all passed + Beneath her spell. And he, tho' entertained, + Was also purified and lifted up. + "My mother, dear," he said, "When I'm a man, + I'll work and work for you, and buy a castle + And a carriage; you will be a lady, + And nevermore be tired." + + Tired himself at last, + His eyelids fell. He dreamed a moment deep, + Then wide awoke and starting up he wept, + And as he sobbed he said, "I've seen my kitten + In the cold ravine. Oh, let it in!" + This was a kitten lost a while before, + A creature in his heart as much as treasure + Real or ideal fills the heart + Of any ardent man. He ever longed + And hoped for its return. And every night + The door was opened and the yearning call + Went out into the empty air. And every + Night he saw the lost one's dish supplied, + Which morning found untouched. The mother did + Her best to stay his tears, and as she bent + And tucked him warm in bed she said that maybe + Santa Claus would bring another kitten. + "Tie a great big stocking, mother; make it + Open wide and warm." She did so, kissed him, + And he closed his eyes. + + One hand alone, + Would fill that empty stocking, nor forget + A friend or neighbor would come later on, + But David's eyes when morning came would look + On emptiness, save for mother's hand. Nay, stay,-- + At midnight, yea, at midnight, when the moon + Was still a silver lamp, a creature poor, + Benighted, wandered to the cottage door. + Ill-treated, cold, too sick to cry, it looked + With wistful eyes beneath the fastened door. + Then turned and went aside and trembling climbed + The sloping birchen tree and reached the roof. + Adown the chimney peered, then slowly crept, + Then fell. It lay upon the hearth a time. + But lured, it lapped the milk, and, strengthened, strove + To climb into the little sleeper's cot. + It strove but failed, and, guided by a gentle + Hand, it fell at last into the open + Stocking, head above, and finding comfort, + Softly purred and slept. + + Ah, sleeping boy, + Thou dreamest not the joy awaiting thee-- + The empty place within thy heart shall soon + Be filled, thy grief assuaged, thy hot tears dried. + 'Tis little value--but 'tis much to thee-- + Because thy love is wrapped up there, and love + Is value's measure in the heart of rich + And poor. + + The boy awoke and rubbed his eyes. + The sun had risen o'er the grand ravine, + A silver scene, and sent its slanting rays + Of gold beneath the blind, across the cot. + He waited not, but crept along and looked + Below. Two eyes looked up. A moment mutual + Magnetized, transfixed! He drew the creature + From its woollen bed, he kissed it,--pressed it + To his cheek--and wept for joy. The mother + Woke. The midnight "gift" was seen and gladly + Welcomed home while David slept, and now + She also wept for joy. No home was happier + On that Christmas morn. No gift was costlier + Than the gift that meant the wasted worthless + Waif's return. + +[Illustration: "Magnetized"] + + + + + THE LURKING FOE + + Till early spring (too soon), + While David went to school, and learned well, + The widow bravely labored on 'mid frost + And snow and storm, thro' strain of overwork + And worse. Inhaled, mayhap, from matter bad, + Close-handled in her calling (who can trace + The lurking venom foe?) the wasting plague + Had found a cruel lodgment in her breast. + "One hope remains," the kind physician said-- + Who made no charge for visits not a few-- + "'Tis institutional treatment where the air + Is light and pure, where food is plentiful, + And rest abounds." + + The parting wrench was sore. + The mother hid her grief and tears, and smiled, + But David wept without restraint. A farming + Couple sympathetic offered refuge + For awhile, and when he went away + (His kitten in a basket 'neath his arm), + His heart was heavy--for the sun was down, + The world was dark. + + But five months' treatment free + Was great and good, and David's mother seemed + To be restored to health, for strength was there + And color beautiful. 'Twas not enough, + Tho' all that could be given, that other waiting + Sufferers might have a chance to live. + With rest at home the healing work begun + Would one day be complete. + + Ye men of wealth, + And all that generous give, with all that halt, + Herein your golden opportunity + Doth lie. A home you have prepared for them + That leave the prison cell, and this is well. + But what awaits the convalescent widow + And the orphan, fighting off the wasting plague? + Suspicion--dread--a refuge craved for vainly + Here and there--a battle hopeless, lost. + Awake, awake! Oh, give the shelter sure + A child would give to any famished waif! + Oh, wake, compassion, wake! + + When David, big + With joy, returned, the wind sang in the trees, + The flowers, red and white, a welcome smiled, + The cottage seemed to be a prince's home, + And mother in her loveliness a queen, + While in the mother's eyes her child appeared + As if a shepherd lad, he looked so strong, + So lithe, and ruddy. But the only flock + That David had consisted of a kitten, + Now a cat renowned of tiger-stripe + And fat. And once again the cottage-home + Gave foretaste of the other, deathless, pure, + And glad, for love was there. + + With quenchless hope + The happy widow bravely bent her shoulders + To the yoke again. She had her boy + To live for, work for, love, and he would be + A man some day, and strong, when she would lean + On him as he had leaned on her. And yet + The yoke was heavy, and grew heavier + As vigour waned. In spite of hope and will + She craved for rest. Or even if the wage + Were better, labour could be lessened + And give more of rest. + + + + + ON STRIKE + + One day some workmen + Struck for better pay. And David wondered + What it meant to strike. "What is it, mother?-- + Do they hit the men that give them work?" + The mother smiled. "No, no, my child, they merely + Rest or cease from work to force their masters + Into giving better pay to get them + Back to work." A happy thought now seized him-- + "Oh, mother, strike, and then the people sure + Will give you better pay." The mother smiled, + But sighed and said, "My darling boy, if I + Should strike, a score of women poor are ready, + Even glad, to take my place, perchance for less." + The boy was disappointed, and his heart + Was sad. + + But "strike," that odd word strike, as meaning + Rest from work, or stopping work, clung fast + To David's mind. Apart from better pay + He thought that something good remained, and so + At night, the last thing done before he slept, + The boy would often take his board, a blackboard + Big, and chalk in letters large and white-- + "On strike till 7," "On strike till 6," "On strike + Till 5," according as his mother's work + Required, or strength could stand. The metal clock, + A loud alarum, was also wound and set. + At this the mother always smiled, but when + Her treasure's eyes were closed in sleep she wept. + She dared not bend and kiss those cherub lips. + His lovely face grew paler day by day, + And dread, an awful dread, laid hold of her. + And she herself was wasting swift and sure-- + The candle flame was burning low. + + + + + ANOTHER CHRISTMAS + + Two nights, not more, before the Christmas eve, + A heap of things for washing lay against + The wall. Alas, at any time too great, + The present task might break the weary back, + But Christmas need was pressing and the labour + Must be done. (Oh, spare that wasted frame! + Hear, O Lord, the widow's cry!) + + The weary, yet the watchful boy, + His blackboard took and wrote in letters big + And urgent, seeming charged with meaning strange. + And the clock's alarum was set. And now + On bended knee beside his mother's knee + He spoke his simple prayer, pleading lastly + That his mother might have better wages + And have rest. And, oh, the mother's heart + Went with him, with himself before the throne, + Forgetful, ay entirely, of herself. + A wild temptation seized her. She would clasp, + Yea, fiercely hug, that wasted angel-body + To her breast, and kiss those guileless, beauteous, + Sweetest lips. Alas! she knew the worst + Had come--those eyes, uplifted, hollow, shining, + Spoke of death. And why refrain? She would not, + Yea, she drank the cup of pleasure to the full. + The child was glad, and went to rest, + A smile of heaven on his lips. + + And now the mother satisfied, as one + With strongest wine, rose up, and ope'd the door. + She looked abroad a moment, then went out + Into the silent air. The deep ravine + Was glorious white. The mighty pines were robed + As if prepared to sing in heaven's choir + On earth, when strong the northern tempest blew. + The widow, vigour getting for a little + From the frosty air, admired the scene, + And lifting up her eyes to sparkling worlds + Above, she felt assured, though human help + And pity wholly failed, that somewhere, sometime, + There was plenteous rest. + + And yet she thanked + And praised the Power that good and evil gave, + For one brief cup of pleasure, if no more-- + Her pleasure in her darling boy. "Take him, + O Lord, whatever portion mine." + + The tension loosed, + The stricken widow turned, yet ere she turned + She scanned the northern shore of brilliant night, + And, lo, a mountain mass of tempest clouds + Lined up for battle with the sleeping south. + The woman, fearless, smiled as if in kinship + With the coming storm. + + But having struggled, spoken, + Pleaded strong, her transient vigour gone, + She stumbled to the door and entered in. + Beside the bed, she saw the letters written + On the board, as if the sacred writing + On the wall. She saw the slender lovely hand + Exposed that wrote them, and she bowed and kissed it, + But she could not weep. + + Ere midnight came, + The child awoke, disturbed, and anxious said, + "Oh, mother dear, what is that awful sound?" + "My darling, 'tis the sighing of the wind + Among the pines." But swifter sped the tempest, + Swifter, and the pines--they bowed their heads + Before the blast and sang. The cedars high + And oaks together answered back in song, + And louder, louder, as if thunder grand, + The tempest bell of music rang. The boy + Awoke again, and feebly cried--"Oh, mother, + I'm afraid--what is that dreadful sound?" + "My darling, fear not, 'tis the voice of God-- + He leads the choir. And he remembers you + And me." "Oh, mother, take me in beside you, + I'm afraid of God, but Jesus"--Here he stopped. + He struggled till he got in part athwart + The cot. And as his wearied head sank down + He whispered faintly, and there came a broken + Answer, whispering--"Near me, nearer, darling"-- + That was all. + + The storm, the mother's music. + But the child's affright, attained its height. + Then sudden rang the loud alarum. But + They heard it not. + + * * * * * + + There was once a manger, + Once a cross, and both by man despised. + But God hath both exalted high. And once + A lonely cottage lowly, overlooked + By men. But God on it had mercy. + Tho' He seemed to be in wrath. + +[Illustration: "The morning saw her come"] + + Three wise men + Did not come, nor one. A child, a girl + With golden hair and gray-blue laughing eyes, + A furtive playmate of the boy, with stress + Walked through the spotless wreaths of snow. The morning + Saw her come, when all was still. No lock + Debarred her, and she entered, having knocked. + She saw the writing on the blackboard big, + Against the wall, in trembling chalk-- + + + + + "ON STRIKE TILL 3" + + And duly signed by David Annandale. + She saw the mother's snow-white face upturned + To heaven. She saw the raven locks of David + Strewn upon her breast. And saw his face-- + 'Twas also white as snow. The tragic scene + Was quickly seen. She stood amazed a moment, + Then approached, uncertain, all atremble. + And she softly pressed her playmate's brow. + The chill of death went thro' her, and she gave + A piercing cry and fled. + + Of Christmas Day, + Next day but one, the pretty child had come + To speak and childlike tell of something fine + She was to bring. But that great day of countless + Happy homes would see the cottage empty. + Nature, nature's God, in mercy stayed + The stricken widow's ill-paid, weary labour. + She had gone on strike, as David said, + And she had taken her darling with her. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33630.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33630.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..64a209b3b145c01ec760ce28dab670e09946f33e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33630.txt @@ -0,0 +1,298 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Canadian Institute for +Historical Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org)) + + + + + + + + + + GEOLOGICAL REPORT + ON + ASBESTOS, + AND ITS INDICATIONS, IN + THE PROVINCE OF QUEBEC, + CANADA. + + LONDON: + E. FORSTER GROOM, 15, CHARING CROSS, S.W. + 1889. + + [_All rights reserved._] + + + + +GEOLOGICAL REPORT ON ASBESTOS, AND ITS INDICATIONS IN THE PROVINCE OF +QUEBEC, CANADA. + + +Having been called upon to make a close and careful examination of the +geological formations in the eastern townships of Garthby, Wolf'stown, +and Coleraine, situated in the province of Quebec, Canada, I gave +special attention to the distribution of the Asbestos-bearing rocks +(serpentine), which have been, in my opinion, heretofore only partially +traced. Perhaps this was owing to the difficulties which had to be +encountered from the thick undergrowth which in many places rendered it +almost impossible to penetrate sufficiently in order to make a _true_ +report as regards the "existence," "location," and "association" of +these rocks. + +Admirable reports have been written by R. E. Ellis, LL.D., Dr. Hunt, and +others, on the origin and distribution of the serpentines, and have been +fully discussed and ventilated. Still, though various opinions have been +expressed upon the subject, they appear to differ in many respects. I +mention these facts as possibly one inexperienced or unacquainted with +the country might consider it strange that a thorough examination of the +Asbestos properties had not been followed. Yet the causes I have +mentioned above, as well as the difficulties I had to contend with +during the months of heavy snowfall, lead me to believe that my +_confreres_ (geologists) were disinclined to follow up a correct and +actual prospectus of these valuable serpentinous localities. + +Before locating, or going into details of these classes of rock as a +mineral repository, I intend to treat on the subject as regards their +mode of existence and origin. + +Serpentine is diffused under the head of "metamorphic rocks," while, in +the widest sense, according to Studor and others, mineral metamorphism +means every change of aggregation, structure, or chemical condition, +which rocks have undergone subsequently to their deposition and +stratification, or the effects which have been produced by forces other +than gravity and cohesion. + +There fall under this definition the discolouration of the surface of, +for instance, black limestone, by the loss of its carbon, the formation +of brownish red crusts in rocks of limestone, sandstone, many +slatestones, shales, granite, &c., by the decomposition of compounds of +iron, finely disseminated in the mass of the rock, the change in rocks +consequent in the absorption of water, and the crumbling of many +granites and porphyries into gravel, occasioned by the decomposition of +the mica and felspar. + +In its more limited sense the term "metamorphic" is confined to those +changes of rock which are produced directly or indirectly by agencies +seated in the interior of the earth. In many cases the mode of change +may be explained by our physical or chemical theories, and may be viewed +as the effects of temperature or of electro-chemical actions adjoining +rocks or connecting communications with the interior of the earth, also +distinctly point out the seat from which this change proceeds. In many +other cases the metamorphic process itself remains a mystery, and from +the nature of the products alone do we conclude that such a metamorphic +action has taken place. + +Serpentine is generally believed to have been originally deposited as a +sediment, and to have acquired its present compact crystalline character +through the subsequent action of various chemical, or mechanical, +agencies. It is known to be a _hydrated silicate of magnesia_ with about +equal parts of silica and magnesia, and contains 12 per cent. of water +with varying proportions of iron, chromium manganese, alumina and lime, +has a specific gravity of 2.7, and weighs about 169 lbs. to the cubic +foot. It is found both in a soft and very compact state, of a waxy +lustre, with many different shades of beautiful green which give it a +mottled appearance like a serpent, hence the origin of its name +"serpentine," or ophite. It is called "ranocchia" by the Italians, from +the appearance it bears to the "frog," and, on account of its +susceptibility to a high polish, is greatly valued as a marble for +interior ornamental purposes, more than exterior, as it weathers +rapidly. In Galway, Ireland, it is found in large quantities, and called +"serpentinous marble," or "ophi-calcite." It is also to be found in +other parts of the world, as in the Pyrenees, Alps of Dauphing, Mount +St. Gothard, Italy, Sweden, Ural Mountains, Silesia, New South Wales, +Savoy, Corsica, Cornwall, Scotland, and other places too numerous to +mention; but in Canada the finest and most crystalline serpentine is to +be found forming great belts of over 100 miles long and several thousand +feet in breadth. There it associates with the dioretic, or volcanic, +rocks, and is, according to Dr. Ells, without any doubt, "An alteration +product of a dioretic rock rich in olivine." It is sometimes very +difficult to distinguish the mineral constituents in many of the +metamorphic rocks, but diorite is always considered to be composed +chiefly of felspar and hornblende, which composition enters largely into +the serpentines. Actinolite, tremolite, &c., and many other minerals, +are sometimes found associating with it. + +There are many valuable properties attributed to serpentine, and I am of +opinion that the time is not far distant when it will be commercially +considered an invaluable substance, and this on account of its +refractory properties. I may also mention that it can be extensively +used in the manufacture of crucibles, &c. Its soft and unctuous +qualities (especially where it is found associated with "steatite," or +"soapstone," which is often to be seen in large quantities) renders it +easy to be worked, and, if reduced to a powder, could be moulded in +bricks which the most intense heat will not affect. One of the chief +properties it contains, and one which the serpentine of Lower Canada is +so famous for, is the Asbestos, crysotile, or fibrous serpentine. This +valuable and important mineral product is found in paying quantities +only at certain points in the extensive serpentine reefs, and was first +mined as an article of commerce in Canada in 1878, and has now become a +regular and rapidly-developing industry. + +On account of its incombustible and indestructible qualities, is +extensively used in steam, hydraulic, and electrical machinery. It has +been adopted by the Admiralty for engine packing, in Her Majesty's +war-ships. It is spun into six-fold yarn, with a tensile strength of 40 +lbs. and upwards, is manufactured into cloth, as clothing for firemen, +and covering hose-pipes, in fire brigades, and also engine purposes, as +well as drop-curtains, and general stage scenery, and is employed by the +principal railway and steamship companies, collieries, ironworks and all +classes of factories, and, in the manufacture of the new Asbestos grates +and stoves, is finding for itself a large market. Messrs. Bell & +Company of London, who are the largest Asbestos users in the world, +have adopted it in the manufacture of over 50 special purposes in +connection with steam engines and general machinery, and, as a +lubricant, Asbestoline ranks in the first degree. + +There have been many mines started in Canada by people of the farming +class, as well as by companies, and "cotton," as Asbestos is locally +termed, has been found in large quantities within a few feet from the +surface, in veins from 1/4 to 6 inches and more in length of fibre. In +Italy, Asbestos is found, measuring up to 6 feet, in fibre, and +chemically speaking, there is no difference between it and Canadian, +except that the latter, though shorter in fibre, is much more compact +and crystalline, and purer in every sense of the word than can be +obtained in Italy, so much so, as I understand, that users of Italian +material have virtually abandoned it for Canadian. Although I have no +doubt but that Italian Asbestos has its own special purposes. + +The greatest depth reached in Canada is 130 feet in open workings. No +timbering or extensive machinery is used in the manipulation of the +mines, as the "cuts"--being usually in the mountain side--afford a +natural drainage, and dumpage. + +Having blasted the rock, the first process of extraction is termed +"cobbing," which means breaking off the adhering serpentine from the +Asbestos vein, this being manual work done by boys. The fibre is packed +in sacks, each weighing 100 lbs., and in some cases 200 lbs. are shipped +by the local railroad company to Montreal or New York at something about +10 cents and 20 cents per sack. + +Asbestos is sorted into three qualities, and priced thus:-- + + 1st quality, selling at mine $80 to $200, per ton of 2,000 lbs. + 2nd " " " 60 " 70, " " " + 3rd " " " 25 " 50, " " " + +Some inferior quality, at a very low price, is used by the Asbestos +Mining and Manufacturing Company of Quebec. + +The workmen are principally French Canadians belonging to the +neighbouring villages, and the wages paid them are-- + + Miners (without board), $0.90 (3/9) to $1.25 (5/2), per day. + Pickers and cobbers, $0.40 (1/8) " $0.70 (2/11), " + +The cost of extraction is taken from $20 to $25 per ton; this includes +local administrations and all other expenses connected with the mine, +and with the adoption of machinery and the use of air-compressed drills +the cost of actual mining will be reduced to at least 30 per cent.; so +taking an average price of about $70 per ton, a net profit of from 8 +pound to 9 pound, or 45 pound, is obtainable per ton of raw material. + +In 1886 the total amount of Asbestos, taken from all the mines, may be +estimated at 1,500 tons, and of the amount returned last year (1888), +all but 400 tons were from the Quebec province mines, and of these +Thetford turned out 2,560 tons, and Black Lake 950, or together +three-fourths of the whole out-put. The 400 tons were from Bridgewater, +in the province of Ontario, a somewhat different class of mineral, +which is generally used in the manufacture of fire-proof roofing. + +As regards the indications of Asbestos, it is a general recognised fact, +and one that may be depended on, that not alone in Canada, but indeed +all other places where Asbestos-bearing serpentine is found, the +existence of Asbestos, or "Amianthus," is noticed when the serpentine is +exposed, and presents a rusted, sometimes greyish and broken appearance, +due to decomposition or weathering, or covered with a thin layer of +soil. Small veins of Asbestos are to be seen forming a network on the +surface of the rock. If closely examined there may be noticed the +indications of a fault which, in the eastern townships of Quebec, has +generally a direction of N. 40 degrees E., this fault appearing in all +openings where a good show of mineral is to be seen, presenting a wall +either in a vertical position or at an angle, which is preferred to be +not greater than 30 degrees. From this wall, at a varying distance of +from 5 to 20 feet, will be found another, sometimes parallel to, or at +an opposite angle; in this latter case, if these walls be worked down, +they will be found to either meet, forming a trough-like appearance, or +to change their course in a downward direction, leaving only a few feet +from each other at the narrowest point, and then diverge to an unlimited +depth. In this case their faces will have a slicken appearance, smeared +over with thin layers of imperfect Asbestos, or crysotile, now and then +compact, fibrous hornblende, up to 24 inches in length, of various +colours, and rich deposits of olivine, in rare cases small quantities of +"ground ivory" with many other admixtures. + +The condition of the serpentine within these walls is greatly distorted, +containing many small veins of Asbestos varying from mere threads to 2 +and 3 inches in thickness, and sometimes deposits of grains of magnetic +iron or magnetite with traces of chromic iron, which in some localities +break the continuity of the fibre, veins of rich white crystalline +matter (perhaps calcareous) with large deposits of "soapstone," or +steatite, associated with "serpentite." Such contorted out-crops are +indications of rich veins of Asbestos, which will be found to both +increase in quantity and quality the deeper they are worked. And in the +case where the walls are parallel and the filling matter in the same +contorted condition, it is inevitable, in order to obtain a good fibre, +considerable depth should be reached. + +The serpentine, which constitute these walls, will also be found to +proportionally become more compact, and less associated with impurities, +and contain the finest quality and lustre of fibre. + +A very interesting phenomenon may be noticed at some of the mines in +connection with this contorted matter. It is the transposition of the +serpentine into Asbestos fibre, by the action of the atmosphere. This is +to be seen on the dumps where the filling matter and cobbed rock is +exposed. In one or two cases I have seen large quantities of broken rock +changed into fibre after a few years, by atmospherical chemical +agencies. + +In so many cases I find people are prejudiced from going deeper than a +few feet from the surface, as not finding a copious supply of Asbestos +there, when _good_ indications are shown they become disheartened. + +Therefore, from these practical facts it will be seen that in order to +get the best results it is necessary to work at the lowest possible +level when a favourable out-crop is shown, as, possibly, working at a +high elevation on the out-crop may be a mistake, where a lower point is +available. + +There are good indications of Asbestos where the serpentine is crossed +by quartzose, gneiss, or "traverse dykes," and some valuable finds have +been made at the junction with the dioretic rocks. + +When the serpentine is found dark in colour, to have a granular +appearance, containing many dark grains of, perhaps, felspathic +crystals, the Asbestos will be of a dark, dull, translucent lustre, very +compact, and easily fluffed to a fine silken fibre. The admixtures of +hard and soft serpentine, where not effected by a fault, may sometimes +be regarded as a doubtful indication of an immediate find, but if its +hardness increases on descending, and colour becomes more uniform, from +a light emerald green with a whitish admixture, to a dark olive, and +containing numerous small veins of fibre, the conclusions may be +considered as favourable to rich deposits of Asbestos. + +In conclusion I may add that the foregoing remarks, as regards the +indications of this valuable mineral, are based on my personal +geological experience, and the reliable information of the managers of +the various Asbestos mines in Canada, whose opinions have greatly aided +me in my recent prospection, and I trust that this pamphlet will not +alone be a benefit to them, but to the Asbestos industry, which I feel +assured will be one of the most prominent in the province of Quebec. + + LUCIUS J. BOYD, + C.E., F.R.G.S.I. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33691.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33691.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8fbbca96d7cdb126b93360511a95925be82e8318 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33691.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Roberta Staehlin, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + SANDMAN TIME + + BY + + ILSIEN NATHALIE GAYLORD + + + [Illustration] + + BOSTON + RICHARD G. BADGER + THE GORHAM PRESS + + + Copyright, 1915, by Richard G. Badger + + All Rights Reserved + + THE GORHAM PRESS, BOSTON, U. S. A. + + + + + CONTENTS + + + Flower Babies 9 + + The Little Sand-Men 13 + + Star Babies 17 + + The Fairies' Ball 21 + + The Little Sleepy Song 27 + + Little Sunset Ship of Dreams 31 + + + + +FLOWER BABIES + + + I know where some babies are snug asleep, + All in a long straight row. + And I know that someone is singing to them, + Singing soft and low. + + And all night long the babies sleep + And dream baby dreams, you know. + And the little stars are listening, too, + To the singing soft and low. + + Shall I tell you where these babies are? + You never can guess, I know. + And shall I tell you just who it is + That is singing soft and low? + + Why, the little flowers are the babies, Dear, + Out in the garden, you know. + And the big pine-tree is singing to them, + Singing soft and low. + + + + +THE LITTLE SAND-MEN + + + I wonder, Dear, if you've ever heard + About the queer little men, + Who come slipping in, when the light grows dim, + And it's sleepy-time again? + + They're the funniest, cutest little Elfin men, + And they dress in the strangest way, + With queer little peaked caps on their heads, + And tight little suits of grey! + + And each little fellow has--what do you think? + A fat little bag full of sand + Hung over his shoulder, and he grabs it tight + With his funny little elfin hand. + + And when you aren't thinking about them at all, + These funny little sand-men creep + Up close, and sprinkle some grains on your eyes, + And then you go straight to sleep. + + At least, that's what my Nursie told me + When I was little like you; + But I think perhaps 'twas a fairy tale, + So I'm not very certain it's true. + + For she laughed when I wanted to see one, and said + There were some things she couldn't get. + And I've watched and watched, but I've never seen + A single little sand-man yet! + + + + +STAR BABIES + + + Do you see those cunning little white clouds + Floating right up there in the sky? + Just guess, if you can, what those little white clouds + Are going to do by and by. + + And you see the shining bright stars way up there, + And the little wee baby ones, too? + Well, the big bright stars are the Mamas, you know, + And what do you s'pose they do? + + Well, all of those little wee baby stars + Are sleepy as they can be. + So they must be put all snug in their beds, + And covered up nice, you see. + + And those little white clouds floating up in the sky, + Are the dear little covers that go + On the wee little beds of the baby stars, + To keep them all warm, you know. + + + + +THE FAIRIES' BALL + + + Listen, Dearie! What do you suppose I've just heard + Over in the Arbor there, + Where the roses are nodding and whispering low, + All in the soft evening air? + + Why, the Fairies are coming to have a dance + Right in our Garden, Dear! + For this is Mid-summer Night, you know, + The Elfin time of the year. + + All the Fairies are coming from everywhere, + To dance in the moonlight here; + And they're going to dress in the loveliest things + You ever dreamed of, Dear! + + There'll be the Fairies of the Moon, of course, + All dressed in misty white, + With beautiful silvery gauzy wings; + And a star-tipped wand for light. + + They'll skip along down the moonbeams, Dear, + So I heard the roses say, + A lovely, dancing shimmering band, + Twinkling all the way! + + And the little Fairies of the Clouds, you know, + They're coming, too, with the rest. + And what will you say when I tell you, Dear, + How those darling little Fairies'll be dressed? + + Why, they're just going to bundle themselves all up + In lovely sunset clouds, + And come trailing along down the sky to us, + In beautiful shining crowds. + + Some of the very, very littlest ones + Will dress in pinky white, + And some of the others in orange, and red, + All fringed with golden light. + + And then there're the dear little Water-fairies, too, + You can't guess how sweet they'll be! + In little dresses of white foam-mist, + All hung with pearls from the sea. + + And the little Queen of the Flowers'll be there, + Sitting up on her lovely throne. + Just wait till I tell you about it, Dear-- + You'll wish 'twas your very own! + + The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear, + All glistening frosty white; + Made it, up in their home in Cloudland there, + And they're bringing it down to-night. + + It's just like a beautiful frosty cave, + All sparkling with diamonds, Dear, + And frosty lace-work, that'll glisten bright + Out in the moonlight here. + + And the roses have made the softest carpet + Out of sweet rose-petals, you know; + And the pansies, cushions of purple velvet-- + They all love their little Queen so! + + And the Butterfly fairies will be there, too, + In their lovely velvet clothes, + With their beautiful wings of orange and black, + And yellow, and purple and rose. + + And oh, there are ever so many more-- + I can hardly remember them all! + Who're coming to-night--just think of it, Dear, + To dance at the Fairies' ball! + + So hurry up, quick, and close your eyes, + For I heard the roses say + That to see the Fairies one must always come + Around by Dreamland way. + + + + +THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG + + + There's someone singing a little song + Out in the garden to-night; + A queer little sleepy, sleepy song, + Out there in the soft moonlight. + + And the little song goes "zactly" like this, + Ah--ziz--z--z--zis! + And I wonder who it is that's singing + That little song of Ziz--zis? + + There's a queer little frog in the pond out there, + I wonder if it is he? + And is he singing himself to sleep, + Or is he singing to me? + + + + +LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS + + + There's a little ship sails out to sea + At sunset-time each day, + With a little crew all sound asleep; + And it's bound for Dreamland Bay. + + Across the silver waves it goes + Softly as a dream, + Far out to sea, in the misty light + Of the Evening Star, agleam. + + Oh, little ship of Baby Dreams + Far out on the sapphire sea, + May the dear white angels softly watch + O'er thy little crew and thee! + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33774.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33774.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d807bf98859995271b807c11bb56525669fefdf1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33774.txt @@ -0,0 +1,667 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + MICE & OTHER POEMS + + by Gerald Bullett + + _With a General Note by + Sir Arthur Quiller Couch_ + + ONE FLORIN 1921 + + + + +MICE AND OTHER POEMS + + + PRINTED IN CAMBRIDGE + AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS + AND SOLD IN LONDON BY + SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, + HAMILTON, KENT & Co + + FIRST IMPRESSION JANUARY 1921 + + + + + MICE + & OTHER POEMS + by Gerald Bullett + + Perkin Warbeck + 9 Market Hill + Cambridge + + + + + _Uniform with this volume_ + + HOME-MADE VERSES + BY D. B. HASELER AND + R. H. D'ELBOUX + + LAUGHING GAS AND + OTHER POEMS + BY MARGUERITE FEW + + + GERALD BULLETT + IS THE AUTHOR OF + THE PROGRESS OF KAY + + PUBLISHED BY + CONSTABLE & CO. LONDON + + + + +NOTE + + +If the mental attitude of any critic has ever, in his approach to a +first book of verse, been conciliated by an appreciative notice from +some older pen, I should say (speaking out of no little experience) that +either the author was dead and the fact advertised in the preface, or, +alternatively, that the critic was possessed by a gentler spirit than +mine. I am sure at any rate that artistic work, great or small, should +be sternly judged on what it is rather than on what it promises. The +late J. Comyns Carr, in the days when he wrote dramatic criticism, let +loose this restive truth in a couple of short sentences--'We are told +that So-and-so is a promising young actor. Personally I don't care how +much he promises so long as he never again performs.' + +Let me, then, pass over Mr Gerald Bullett's verses with the simple +remark that I believe in them (he himself calls them 'MICE'--no +overweening title, however boldly printed. Yet mice were dear to Apollo +Smintheus, and his proper emblem): and let me come to the general +purpose of this Note. + +It is meant to preface a series of small volumes of verse by young +writers, mostly Cambridge men. That, since the War, young men in +extraordinary numbers have taken to expressing themselves in verse is a +plain fact, not to be denied: that they choose, as often as not, to +express themselves in 'numbers' extraordinary to us can as hardly be +contested. But the point is, they have a crowding impulse to say +something; and to say it with the emotional seriousness proper to +Poetry. For my part, I love the discipline of verse: but I love the +impulse better. Time will soften--I hope not too soon, lest it sugar +down and sentimentalise--a certain bitterness of resentment observable +in this booklet and its next followers: but, as nothing in verse is +nobler than true tradition, anything is more hopeful than convention. + +So these booklets have been planned to give youth its chance to make +spoons or spoil horns. If anyone object that the print and page +over-dignify the content of any one volume in the proposed series, why, +that must be a particular criticism, which cannot honestly (I think) be +enlarged to blame the publisher's wish, and the care he has taken, that +what pretends, however modestly, to be a work of the Muse, should step +forth to the public in honourable dress. + + ARTHUR QUILLER-COUCH + + + + +CONTENTS + + + Mice 9 + + Rest 10 + + 'The Strength, the Mellow Music, + and the Laughter' 11 + + Ashes 12 + + 'Du bist wie eine Blume' 13 + + Home 14 + + 'Maitre de Ballet' 15 + + The Grudge 16 + + Wedding Day 17 + + Crucifixion 18 + + Spring in Winter 19 + + The Exile 20 + + Sonnet for Helen 21 + + Song 22 + + Musings 23 + + The Poet 24 + + 'If all the trees were magic trees' 26 + + 'Alone with these my poems...' 28 + + + + +_'The Exile' is reprinted by courtesy of the Proprietors of Punch_ + + + + +Mice + + + I see the broken bodies of women and men, + Temples of God ruined; I see the claws + Of sinister Fate, from the reach of whose feline paws + Never are safe the bodies of women and men. + + Almighty Cat, it sits on the Throne of the World, + With paw outstretched, grinning at us, the mice, + Who play our trivial games of virtue and vice, + And pray--to That which sits on the Throne of the World! + + From our beginning till all is over and done, + Unwitting who watches, pursuing our personal ends, + Hither and thither we scamper....The paw descends; + The paw descends and all is over and done. + + + + +Rest + + + Here is tranquillity and silvan shade; + For now, emerging from that waste of sand + Which was my life, I reach a fruitful glade, + A pool of water in a thirsty land. + + Your gentle soul a well of beauty is, + And crystal clear the sunlit deeps thereof; + And from that fountain of unmeasured bliss + I draw the living water of your love. + + Here is the goal of all my wandering, + Here is oblivion of my bitterness, + And here the temple where my heart shall sing + Your eyes that light me and your lips that bless. + + + + +_The strength, the mellow music, and the laughter_ + + + The steadfast beauty of her eyes is balm, + And in her touch there's healing for my hurt; + She is unshaken as a vessel girt + Mid waters of unutterable calm. + + The years grow fragrant with her fragrance: they, + Sipping her sweetness, leave her yet more sweet. + Laden with divers colours, at her feet + They shed their motley silks and go their way + + Like withered dreams. So youth must follow after, + Youth that is brief and beauty that is grass; + But from her gentle soul shall never pass + The strength, the mellow music, and the laughter. + + + + +Ashes + + + Bury the ashes. The life, the gleam + Of love is gone: we have killed with kisses + The fragile soul of rapture: this is + Only the hollow husk of a dream, + The bitter waking, the end thereof. + Come, bury the ashes of love. + + The music falters; the flame is spent; + The vision is gone, the splendour faded, + Leaving only a pitiful jaded + Half-desire, and a discontent. + The end of love is a weary kiss-- + Surely hate were better than this! + + + + +_Du bist wie eine Blume_ + + + So like a flower, so gentle, + So fair, so pure thou art, + That musing on thy beauty + Brings sadness to my heart. + + I lay my hands, in spirit, + Upon thy gleaming hair, + Praying that God may keep thee + So sweet, so pure, so fair. + + _From the German of Heine_ + + + + +Home + + + Five weary days...and I shall creep + Into the shadow of her hair + And of her loveliness drink deep + + And lose my desolation there, + Feeling her cool lips quench my own. + Lying so still, we shall not dare + + To let one murmur like a stone + Into the pool of silence fall. + All senses will be fused in one: + + Peace will surround us with a wall + Of visible music, moments go + Melodiously by, and all + + The stillness brim with beauty; so + Our hearts will whisper, throbbing fast: + 'Must time undeviating flow + And bear this fragile moment past?' + + + + +_Maitre de Ballet_ + + + On a gossamer thread + Of light that stretches + From dark to dark + Over the void + We giddily jig + To the mad music + The Master makes. + + From the Green Room + He calls us forth, + Sensitive puppets, + Live automata, + And with a gesture + Sets us jerkily + Dancing the tightrope. + + From a seat in the stalls + Of the cosmic theatre + Silently + He watches our antics. + + When we call to him + 'Master, Master! + Help, we are falling!' + Out of the darkness + Comes no word + ....Only a chuckle. + + + + +The Grudge + + + _We grudged not those that were dearer than all we possessed, + Lovers, brothers, sons. + Our hearts were full, and out of a full heart + We gave our beloved ones._ (Laurence Binyon) + + + We are of baser quality: we have been + Tried by fire and judged a spurious gold. + We are little of soul; and yet in our pigmy way + We have suffered and loved with a love that cannot be told. + + Being less than you, we did not eagerly quaff + The cup of gall: we prayed that it might pass. + We are not gods: we are pitiful human stuff; + And the blood of our passion has stained Gethsemane's grass. + + We were not blind to the vision. We heard the call + And followed, or watched our beloved steadfastly go. + But our grief is naked, and shivers, and will not be soothed + By splendid phrases, or clothed in a moral glow. + + We cannot say for our comfort: 'Losing them, + We gain a glimpse of noble terrible heights, + A cleansing exquisite pain, a sacred grief, + A dream to cherish'--we think of the vanished lights; + + We think of the fine nerves shattered, the warm blood chilled, + The laughter silenced, the zest and the beauty gone, + The desolation of wasted wonderful dreams + That will never be lived, of work that cannot be done. + + + + +Wedding Day + + + Was it for this we loved: to settle down + (Having once paid the necessary fee) + In some nice suburb not too far from town, + To eat and sleep and kiss complacently, + Loving by rote as decent people do: + Was it for this we hungered, I and you? + + A lover's vows are gossamer, they say; + But we have registered our mutual vow + For seven and sixpence, dearest. Yesterday + There was but love to bind our hearts, but now + We owe it to the Vicar to be good + And love each other as we said we would. + + That promise at the altar is a link + (Which only death can break) between us two; + For every time I kiss you I shall think: + 'How this would please the Vicar if he knew!' + And we shall put our youthful dreams to bed, + And so live on--long after we are dead. + + We are made one. One mind will serve us both. + ('Oh yes, we think Locke's novels rather sweet!') + In ever-living witness of our troth + You'll serve the vegetables, I the meat... + O happiness! It is our wedding day! + Embrace me, dear: the Prayer Book says you may. + + + + +Crucifixion + + + We wage eternal war on the losing side; + Ever defeated we by the sinister foe + That only pathetic piety seeks to hide + In a theological costume of long ago. + + The goal we seek to attain will never be ours: + All our hopes will end in ashes and dust; + All our dreams will be dead desolate flowers, + Plucked by the pitiless Hand we were taught to trust. + + Doomed to eternal defeat in the endless strife, + Scornful of Chance the Almighty, we worship with pride + The divine, frail, terrible Beauty of Life + On the Cross of Fate incessantly crucified. + + + + +Spring in Winter + + + My memories of you are singing birds + In the green forest of my mind, where I + May roam, recapturing your whispered words, + Or on a bank of glowing bluebells lie, + Listening for ever. Spring is come again + In all her glory; the erst withered trees + That creaked, like living skeletons in pain, + Defying the wind, have donned green garments: these + New shoots, these blossoms and these buds, the springing + Grass, and the sky where many colours blend, + My songsters by the magic of their singing + Have in a moment made. My thoughts of you + Are music which to all my spirit's rue + Is the ineffable answer and the end. + + + + +The Exile + + + Now I return to my own land and people, + Old familiar things so to recover, + Hedgerows and little lanes and meadows, + The friendliness of my own land and people. + + I have seen a world-frieze of glowing orange, + Palms painted black on the satin horizon, + Palm-trees in the dusk and the silence standing + Straight and still against a background of orange; + + A gorgeous magical pomp of light and colour, + A dream-world, a sparkling gem in the sunlight, + The minarets and domes of an Eastern city; + And in the midst of all the pomp of colour + + My heart cried out for my own land and people; + My heart cried out for the lush meadows of England, + The hedgerows and little lanes of England, + And for the faces of my own people. + + + + +Sonnet for Helen + + + When you're very old, when in the candlelight your hair + Silver shews--when by the fire you spinning sit and weaving, + You will croon my verses, but in wonder, scarce believing + 'Ronsard hymned my beauty in the days when I was fair.' + + Never servant could you have, tho' half-asleep she were, + But would rouse herself to listen to your lyric grieving, + Wake to hear my name and your glory, my achieving, + My immortal praise of your beauty past compare. + + I shall be beneath the earth, an unsubstantial shade; + Where the myrtles throw their shadow will my bones be laid. + You will be a squatting crony sighing by the fire, + + Sighing for the love you scorned, recalling it with sorrow. + Live, O live and love to-day; delay not till the morrow: + Gather now the roses of youth and desire. + + _From the French of Ronsard_ + + + + +Song + + + How did we dim that wistful dream, + That shy first love without caress, + That breathless wonder, that supreme + Vision of all love's loveliness? + + For surely had we parted then, + Kissed once with tears and said Good-bye, + We had been speaking truly when + We said our love could never die. + + Because we did a moment cling, + With trembling senses cling and kiss-- + Does it not seem a bitter thing + That bliss should die of too much bliss? + + Love is a fair and fragile flower + Which Youth must needs, poor foolish boy, + Pluck greedily....Within the hour + He weeps to see his withered joy. + + + + +Musings + + + Be calmer, O my Grief, be quieter: + The dusk you craved enfolds us; everywhere + The twilight veil of blue-grey gossamer + Falls, bringing peace to some, to others care. + + While thralls of Pleasure, that most merciless + Of tyrants, hasten to his board (although + His wine is gall, and his fruit, bitterness), + Come with me, O my Grief, and let us go + + Far from them. See the bygone years that throng + Heaven's balconies; see smiling Sorrow, strong + In fortitude, rise from the waters; see + + The dying sun, low sinking, disappear + Beyond the verge. The rustling mystery + Of night approaches--hear, beloved, hear. + + _From the French of Baudelaire_ + + + + +The Poet + + + Where the flowers are most tall, + Heedless of his mother's call, + Wooden sword in his hand + Tightly clasped, I see him stand. + + He is pondering with eyes + Full of four-year-old surmise + Two great hollyhocks that sway + This way, that way, + Till they almost touch his cheek. + Queer, solemn souls they seem, + Spell-bound, lost in dream, + Always just about to speak... + + Then he with thirsty eyes + Drinks the intoxicating skies. + Done with earth, he bestrides + The galloping white horses, rides + The blue valleys and the red hills + Of sunset, and his pocket fills + With golden apples. Days pass, + Long full days... + + The grass + Suddenly stirs, and he plunges + Into the perilous wood and lunges + Stoutly at the dragon's head + Till the fiery beast is dead... + + Now that dusk is fast falling + He'll obey his mother's calling. + Out of Fairyland with slow + Thoughtful steps he turns to go. + Yet there's just time to float + In the water-butt his boat + Made of cork and spent matches: + So, at the last he snatches + Great adventure from the dread + Unrelenting jaws of Bed. + Round the magic world rides he, + And lives a breathless Odyssey. + + + + +_If all the trees were magic trees_ + + + If all the trees were magic trees + And talked among themselves, + If kings could sleep in daffodils + And bishops danced on window-sills, + If all the valleys changed to hills + And all the tens to twelves, + The world would be nonsensical, + And we should all be elves. + + If every street in Camden Town + Were paved with precious stones, + If modest souls began to drape + Their table-legs in decent crape, + If every squirrel wore a cape + And had the name of Jones, + I'd weave a robe of beetles' eyes + And jellyfishes' bones. + + If kingcups blossomed in the sky + And fell like golden rain + In grey half-light shot through and through + With shafts of green and shafts of blue, + If pink and purple chickweed grew + On every window pane, + All truly tidy folk would deem + The universe insane. + + If we were sensible enough + To hear the bluebells ring, + Were sight so true and hearts so wise + That we could see with glowing eyes + Enchantment flaming from the skies + And joy in everything, + Then every girl a queen would be, + And every boy a king. + + + + +_Alone with these my poems..._ + + + Alone with these my poems, when night is still, + Earth seems but a speck of fluttering dust, + Moth-like, in a waste of eternity. + + Alone with these symbols of human thought, + All our measureless system of whirling worlds + Seems itself a symbol, a chance phrase + In a poem wrought by the hand of a brooding god, + Where we ourselves are less than commas and dots. + And had he smeared out with careless thumb + All life, from its first birth in the waters + To the ultimate dissolution of stars and suns, + He had made no more than an ill-timed caesura. + + Alone with these my poems, when night is still, + I am less than a speck of dust on the wing of a moth + Fluttering in a waste of eternity. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33843.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33843.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef6e104fd2ce5df5b3c35f0a75b672bb9c30e735 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33843.txt @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + This etext was produced Science Fiction Stories 1953. Extensive + research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on + this publication was renewed. + + + _Sometimes worlds can meet without the inhabitants of either + realizing...._ + + + + _The Natives_ + + by KATHERINE MACLEAN + + * * * * * + + + + +The old one said, "Stick close by me, child." + +"What'll it be like, Grandpa?" The youngster was frightened. + +"Dark, very dark, and big. It moves fast, but we'll keep up with it." +The tone was consciously reassuring. + +"Dark, Grandpa?" + +"Yes, it sucks heat and absorbs light. You'll find out when you're old +and strong enough to swim down to the bottom and see what's there. Now +stay with me when we follow it, and don't get lost in the crowd; and +don't get ahead of me or get too close to it--you might take in too +much, and get overcharged." + +"What's 'overcharged,' Grandpa? Can you really get too much?" The +youngster jigged up and down a little with excitement and +anticipation. + +For a moment, the oldster turned his attention from watching for the +thing that was coming, and considered him fondly. "Poor youngling. I +forget. You've had no chance to learn what it means to get enough. +You're too young to ride the storms and tap the lightnings.... Listen +now. When a grownup has to let out a flash of blue light, that means +that he's overcharged and spinning off balance inside, and so he has +to save himself by letting out his energy to let down the pressure. So +be careful; take enough, but don't be greedy and take in too much too +suddenly. Now let's just float here with the others and be ready." + +It was a beautiful bright day. The sun poured down its flood of light, +here and there energizing a molecule of the blue air into little +sparkles of ionization; and below, a mist of bright clouds half veiled +the darkness that was the bottom. + +"What's it mean when someone blinks blue light in lots of flashes, and +then glows red and starts sinking, huh, Grandpa?" + +"I'll tell you later when you're older. Just be careful and don't get +too close." He was abruptly excited. "Here it comes!" + +Out of the blue translucence far below, a black dot appeared and grew +rapidly, rushing closer until it was a huge fish-shaped object with +widespread fins, rushing towards them. It would pass slightly to the +left of them, and already the waiting crowd was moving to intercept +it. + +It flashed by, and the youngster thought they were going to lose +it--it was going so much faster than they; but as the thought crossed +his mind, and he saw the two churning glowing openings in its rear, a +burning blast of energy struck him. A multitude of glowing, charged +particles crackled around him, streamed against him. His fields +shifted to reach out and capture them; the spin of stored energy +within spun faster, absorbing the new energy into its drive, its +life-pulse rising to a deep hum, and he felt strong, stronger than he +had ever felt before in his life. + +They were flying faster now, accelerating faster than he had ever +flown, and it was easy. They drew up closer to the dark thing, +matching it speed for speed, laving in the glowing cloud of +energy-particles that roared backward from its jets. The youngster was +astounded and exhilarated at the tremendous, effortless speed with +which they were driving forward. This was the first time he had ever +had so much power. It was ten times more than any aurora borealis with +its pale wash of energy waves. + +Drunken in his new found strength, he pulled ahead closer to the +roaring jets. + + * * * * * + +At the peak of the arc of climb of the New York-Istanbul stratoliner, +high in the ionosphere where the Earth was merely a giant globe far +below, the pilot of the stratoliner boredly cut the jets for the +fuel-saving glide that turned their nose toward Earth again. + +The radar was clanging its usual senseless warning of imminent +collision with some solid objects, which had approached closer than +the automatic relays considered safe. It had been clanging for several +minutes. The pilot glanced in annoyance at the radar screen, where +several hundred globes--from two to seven feet in diameter--showed +vividly, trailing the ship in a fan-shaped cluster. "Some day I'm +going to take a hammer to that thing." + +The co-pilot, looking back from the control blister's rear window, saw +nothing, as usual, except a few of the shining globes, which showed +themselves transiently in a brief flash of blue light as they +carelessly overloaded and discharged--and one, smaller than the rest, +who blinked on and off rapidly in brilliant flashes of blue. As he +watched, it ran suddenly down the color-scale to red and began to lag +behind, a glowing red globe, sinking. + +"I wonder what the hell they think they're doing?" he grumbled. + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33898.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33898.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cc0e1e12675afd3574d720acf7ab58305d113fb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33898.txt @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Suzanne Shell, Jana Srna and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +[Illustration: HAUNTED SENTRY BOX, SAN CRISTOBAL, SAN JUAN] + + + + + THE + HAUNTED SENTRY BOX + OF + PORTO RICO + + + BY + LEWIS MILLER + + + The Knickerbocker Press + NEW YORK + 1916 + + + Copyright, 1916 + BY + LEWIS MILLER + + + + +The Haunted Sentry Box of Porto Rico + +By + +Lewis Miller + + +Directly below the old fort of San Cristobal, in San Juan, Porto Rico, +projecting out over the sea from a corner of the sea wall, is a sentry +box. Years ago a sentry, placed on duty at this lonely post, utterly +disappeared, leaving behind only his musket and side-arms. His +disappearance was so mysterious that it was attributed to sea-devils, +and the sentry box has ever since been given a wide berth by all +superstitious natives. + +The same night of this strange incident, a priest, the best liked and +most admired of his sect in the city, disappeared. The only clue +discovered in regard to his disappearance was the small gold cross, +which constantly hung suspended from a chain around his neck, found +before the door of the corner sentry box. + +I heard many stories in regard to the disappearance of these two, but +all were too preposterous to allow any thought of truth. At last, +however, good luck brought me into the presence of a man who knew, and +it is the story as I heard it from him which I am undertaking to +recount. + + * * * * * + +The proprietor of one of the "tiendas" in Mayaguez, Juan Cordo by name, +was a large, jovial old man full of stories of wild adventure, with +which every Saturday night he entertained a gathering composed chiefly +of the working men, who, their work over for the week, were ready to +listen to any tale which would entertain them--and the old storekeeper +was a good talker. It was at one of these gatherings, to which I was +frequently drawn by a desire to hear the old man's ramblings, that I +heard the story of the haunted sentry box. + +As usual, the old fellow, who loved to be urged, could for sometime +think of nothing to tell about, but he finally decided on his subject +and settling back in his chair, began. I noticed, however, that he +carefully scrutinized the faces of his audience, that is, of all except +one. But this one was really of little importance as he was a late +arrival in town and scarcely known to any one. As I have said, his face +was free from the scrutinizing eye of old Juan Cordo, for, coming in +late, he had quietly seated himself behind the story-teller without +attracting his attention. + +"My story begins back in the early seventies," began the old man in a +thoughtful and his usual hesitating tone. "The capital was the scene of +crimes, of immorality and of all sorts of disorders. There were good +men, of course, but even these were often corrupted. An instance of this +was young Pedro Delvarez, a soldier, who had enlisted in the army when +he was but seventeen. He had had chances which most of his associates +had not--fine parents, an education, money; but he proved unworthy of +them all. He turned to gambling and fast living, finally marrying a +young girl, far below him in social rank, who married him merely for his +money. His love for this girl, however, partly cured him of his wild +life and helped him to be a better fellow. + +"Although he might have had an officer's rank through his father's +influence, he had enlisted as a mere common soldier due to some fool +book-notion of working his way up. But his habits retarded his progress +and at the end of six years of service he found himself still in the +ranks. He made many enemies among his rough associates and chief among +them was a great, strong, dastardly fellow named Torcas." + +There was a stir behind the old storekeeper as the stranger leaned +forward with a gleam of interest in his eyes, but I thought with a +twitching of anger around his mouth. The old man apparently did not hear +him for he continued without looking around. + +"How this enmity began I do not know, but it increased daily and finally +reached the boiling point when Torcas ran off with the flighty young +wife of his enemy. Young Delvarez was heart-broken and attempted +suicide, but was luckily saved from such an untimely death through the +intervention of good Padre Suarez. This priest had for some reason or +other taken a great liking to the young soldier and had endeavoured in +every way to help him. It was due to the efforts of his clerical friend +that Delvarez was led back into the straight road and it was the kindly +advice of this same person which kept him from a search for, and +probably the murder of, his enemy. + +"Life became a mere dream to the young fellow, who went to his soldier's +duties, morose, bitter against the world, and shunning his companions +who he thought detested him. He continued in this way for several months +till one night a crisis was reached. He had been stationed on duty at +the old sentry box with the accusation of 'murder' ringing in his ears. +A few minutes before, in a quarrel, his antagonist had accused him of +it; the murder of the young, fickle wife, who, the preceding morning, +had been found dead in her bed. He was innocent, but he had no friends +to take his side in case the law was against him, and he had no proofs +of innocence. While he stood looking out over the sea, contemplating his +troubles, he felt a hand placed on his shoulder and turning quickly +could just discern in the darkness the face of the kindly padre. + +"It was a wild night and the noise of the sea and wind made hearing +difficult, so that he could scarcely understand the priest as he leaned +forward and shouted in his ear: 'I feel sure you're innocent' said the +priest, 'but the others don't seem to think so. So slip over the wall +here and get away; it's your only chance because they're coming for you +soon. Go to some other place, live a clean, decent life, but remember, +if you ever come up against that fellow Torcas don't do anything, for +God will take vengeance on him.'" + +Again there was a stir behind the story-teller as the stranger leaned +forward with the interest in his eyes gleaming brighter than before, +while the twitching of anger around his mouth seemed to have changed to +a slight smile. Again the old man, unconscious of the interest he was +arousing, continued: + +"The good fellow had just finished speaking when a pistol shot rang out +and a bullet burned a furrow across Delvarez's breast to bury itself in +his friend's. Delvarez sank to the ground, but the rain quickly revived +him and he got up, the wound on his breast, which was to trouble him +through life, burning and throbbing. At first he thought he was again +alone, but his foot encountered something, and stooping over he found +the body of the dead priest. Suddenly he recalled his friend's advice +and determined to flee. + +"Feverishly he undressed himself and exchanged clothing with the dead +man. Next he laid his firearms on the little bench which ran around the +sentry box, threw the body over the wall, and lowered himself down +carefully after it. There was a spade at the foot of the wall, the +presence of which at that time he did not stop to analyze; but later, +when thinking over the events of that night, he determined it had been +brought there to be used on him as he used it on the dead priest. With +it he dug a deep hole where he laid the body of his only friend. Then he +fled away into the night. + +"It was quite late when he reached the little house which he had bought +when he married, and he was tired, but he thought he would now probably +be accused of two murders, so he must get away. He changed quickly into +his most ragged clothes and started off towards another city. How he +fared for the next few years I shall not attempt to relate, but under an +assumed name, and with the power of his early home-training and +education, he slowly forged to the front. He heard the stories of the +haunted sentry box and was pleased that his disappearance had been so +explained. + +"Although to all outward appearance he was poor, his new life brought +him money and in the solitude of his little home he lived in comfort. He +likewise deceived the world as to his feelings; to his friends he seemed +a jovial, care-free fellow, but at home he sank back into bitterness and +thoughts of his wrongs. His thoughts often turned to Torcas, but he just +as frequently turned them aside through a desire to follow the last +words of his murdered friend. + +"It was not until years later when the world had nearly banished all +thought of the sentry box episode that Delvarez, now an old man, again +saw his bitter enemy. Torcas, to his delight, did not recognize him and +Delvarez immediately started to plan the death of his tormentor. He +waited and waited, but the right time never seemed to come and finally +the last words of the long-dead friend again began to take effect. +Delvarez became calmer; he looked at the unrecognizing man with pure +disdain and a great confidence arose in him that his friend's words +would come true, that God----" + +The story was interrupted by the stranger behind the old story-teller. +With a gurgling cry of wrath he had sprung to his feet, his right hand, +tightly clenched about the handle of a gleaming knife, shot upward, +while his left hand tore the shirt from the storekeeper's shoulders, +thus uncovering the old man's chest, which had a dark red scar across +it. The knife started downward with terrific force toward Cordo's bared +body, but not into it, for he, with a quick, instinctive, upward throw +of his arm, so changed the course of the blade that it buried itself to +the hilt in its owner's breast. + +The priest had spoken the truth: God had taken vengeance. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33919.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33919.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18610f5d8febe6142ff31b7678721e2a099cda8a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg33919.txt @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +SUZY + +By WATSON PARKER + + +[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories March +1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. +copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + +[Sidenote: Her voice was his only link with sanity. It was a beautiful +voice. He never really thought what she might be.] + + +"Suzy, Suzy, Suzy!" + +Whit Clayborne looked at the luminous face of the bulkhead clock for the +hundredth time that day. Sweat started out on his forehead, and he +gripped his face with a convulsed hand, moaning in helpless anguish. + +"Suzy, Suzy, Suzy!" + +The clock clicked impersonally in the darkness, and Whit moaned again. + +The cold. The darkness. The quiet. And the solitude. But there was +always Suzy, linking him to the earth so many miles away. + +"One hundred and forty-three days out, four hundred and seven to go." +The ritual of the report, designed to keep him thinking, day after day. + +"Nothing to report, sir, all equipment functioning. All graphs tracking. +No abnormality of any kind. My health is good...." + +In four hundred and seven days they would bring him down, nearly mad, +nearly dead, but his records well made on earth, and the record was what +counted. + +Five hundred and fifty days in an observation capsule, the economical +human machine that did the work of fifty tons of unprojectable +electronic equipment. Five hundred and fifty days of cold and quiet and +solitude. The first eight men had died in the cold and loneliness of +space, until they thought of Suzy, there in the WAC manned offices at +Point Magu. + +"Suzy! My God, Suzy, where are you?" Whit could stand the waiting until +the time came close, then his mind would give away until her voice, +bridging the space void came to him and brought him peace. + +"Whit? Whit, wake up, in case you're asleep. It's me, it's Suzy." + +"Asleep! You know I'm not asleep! You know I stay awake for you! I'll +always be awake, Suzy. I wouldn't miss a minute with you, not a second." + +"Gee, Whit, you're nice. You're awful nice." + +"Suzy, for the hundredth time, will you marry me?" + +"Aw, Whit, you know I can't. You know they made me promise that before I +took the job." + +"Promise to be a talking floozy to fifty men in space, to hold 'em all +at arm's length, let 'em love you, then leave 'em in the cold when they +came back down to earth. They made you promise to keep us stringing +along, until we got back home safe and sound, then turn us loose with +our love for you burning a hole in our hearts! They made you promise a +thing like that, Suzy? + +"You can't handle the merchandise, Whit. When you come down, then we'll +talk over things together." + +"Suzy, I love you, I love you!" + +"I mustn't say that I love you too, Whit. They made me promise that I +wouldn't say that. But Whit, you're awful nice." + + * * * * * + +Whit sat silent, and Suzy kept on talking. She could always talk. No +matter what you said to her, no matter how you felt, no matter where you +were, Suzy could always talk to you and make your life seem brighter, +and the trip back home again worth fighting to make. You fell in love +with Suzy, they all did, but as she always said, they made her promise +not to say she loved you back. Not until you got back home, safe and +sound and sane. + +That was Suzy's job on earth, in a drab little office with an engineer +who controlled her channels, and sometimes blushed at what he heard go +out over them. She spoke, sometimes gaily, sometimes gently, sometimes +with all the frail strength of her body, into a microphone beamed to +each capsule in turn, and in those capsules were men, who, but for her, +would go mad before their time was up. + +And Suzy never cheated, and she never lied, and she never changed. She +was the love light of outer space, she and a dozen others at Point Magu. +She kept men sane, and she brought them home, and she kept her promise +never to love and never to marry until they came back again. + +"Whit? What we were talking about yesterday. Did you think about that?" + +"You mean about the gardenias?" + +"Umhummm. My gardenias, to pin on my blouse." + +"Suzy, I'll bring you a thousand, one each day, until you say you love +me. I'm drawing them now, on paper, one every day, for you." + +"Aw, Whit, you're awful nice." + +Then, after frantic good-byes, shouting, screaming, pounding on the +microphone, hoping that the dead metal would somehow speak once more, +Whit would settle back for another day's dreaming of Suzy, while he kept +his tiny house-in-space, read his little gauges, and kept his dreams +alive. It was only in the afternoon that madness came too close, and in +the power-saving darkness he raged and cursed and pled and begged, until +Suzy's voice came winging out of space to comfort him for another day, +when they talked of all the beautiful things that people talk about when +there is love between them. + + * * * * * + +For Suzy loved her men, all seven of them. To know them well, to listen +time and again to their recorded conversations, to pick out points that +were worth repeating, to avoid the subjects that depressed them, to say +what would bring them home in love with her was a pleasure to her, and +she worked hard at the job. All alone, late into the night, Suzy would +sit in her little office, listening to her records, and planning the +next day's battle for the sanity of her men. + +"Now Al," she'd muse, "he'll want to know how that recipe came out, the +one with the mushrooms. Poor guy, he does like to eat. I'll tell him +about the party I went to with Sheila, and how she ate up all the rum +cakes and could hardly find her way home again. He'll like that." + +"And Jim. He'd like to have another problem, like the twelve coin one. I +wish I had a mind like his. Maybe Miss Graham can find me a book on math +problems that a man can do in his head. And I'll tell him how nice it +would be to be a professor's wife, and a little college in the north. +He doesn't want _me_ yet, but he wants somebody...." + +"I guess I'll have to talk sex to Crazy Cat, too. It's about the only +thing he likes to think about, and that's my job. I hope he doesn't +realize I'm not the hellcat he seems to think I am. Maybe some of the +girls could give me some ideas he'd like to think about; my dates are +pretty dull. They really should have given Crazy Cat to somebody else. +Some psychiatrist slipped up there, I guess. But I'll bring him down! +I'll bring him down sane if I have to wade in filth up to my eyeballs! +That's a joke." + +"Whit's hopeless, he loves me so. I hope he doesn't go off the deep end, +and end up whacky. Maybe we'll have to relay him some instrument checks, +to keep him busy. Or maybe, if I told him I'd marry him it would keep +him leveled for a while. Can't say that too soon, though, or he'd go +nuts from jealousy. I guess I'll just have to keep on letting him love +me, just being me, just showing him I care about him as much as I can. +He's a dear, really." + +That was the way Suzy mused, in her drab little office, after hours, +doing her job for her men, her hopes up in the sky where only her voice +and her love could reach them. + + * * * * * + +Miss Graham was stiff, and stood tall in her prim tailored suit. Her +dark man's necktie clashed with her hair and her complexion, but her +face was kind and her voice, although firm, was soft and understanding. + +"Suzy, I want to talk to you. Don't get up." + +"Yes, Miss Graham?" + +"I've been listening to some of your records. Some of this stuff you've +been putting out is going to make us trouble, you know." + +"I'm sorry, Miss Graham. I try to do what I think is best, and you know +I spend a lot of time planning. It's too late to shift poor Crazy Cat to +anybody else, and it's the only thing that seems...." + +"I'm not talking about Crazy Cat Tompkins, Suzy," interrupted Miss +Graham. "I'm talking about Whit Clayborne." + +"I see. I know I shouldn't have said that I'd marry him, but gosh, he +was just about to go to pieces, right while I was talking to him. I +could hear him grit his teeth, and I could hear the mike squeak with the +grip he had on it. It was awful, Miss Graham." + +"Couldn't you have waited? You could have asked me what to do, you +know. Men ask our girls to marry them every day; it isn't as if it was a +new problem that we hadn't handled before." + +"But he needed me, right then. I didn't think he could wait. I _had_ to +say I'd marry him, or he'd have been biting pieces out of his mattress." + +"I know you did your best, Suzy. Those rules, well, they're not only for +his protection, you know. What are you going to do when Whit Clayborne +lands, and comes in here to claim his bride? Had you thought of that?" + +"Honestly, Miss Graham, I didn't think of anything, except that he +needed me at the time. But of course I'll let him go. I'd let him go +even if the rules didn't say I had to." + +Miss Graham's voice was unexpectedly gentle. "You want to get married, +don't you? We _could_ break a rule, just this once." + +"Not like that, Miss Graham. Not like that. It wouldn't be fair to hold +him to a promise that he made in space. Even if you'd let me do it, I +wouldn't marry him. I couldn't live with myself. He doesn't know, well, +about me. He wouldn't have loved me if I'd told him. He's never seen me; +all he's in love with is a voice that understands how to keep him sane. +I wouldn't hold him to that promise, Miss Graham, if he was the last +chance to marry that I'd ever have." + + * * * * * + +Miss Graham was silent for a few moments, then turned to the door. + +"You've figured out how to let him know that you won't marry him?" + +"I'll tell him when he comes down." + +"And you think that just telling him will do the trick, Suzy?" + +"The way I'll tell him, it'll stick, oh it'll stick all right." Suzy +choked off the last words, and blinked back the tears that seemed to +come into her eyes. + +"I'm glad you've got it figured out, dear." Miss Graham said +approvingly. "His orbit got knocked loose somehow, and he'll be in this +evening, to talk things over." + +Suzy gasped. "So soon? I mean, well, I've got it sort of figured, but, +well," she paused, collecting her thoughts. "As well now as ever, I +guess. I'll wait for him." + +"Do you think he'd get violent? I could leave a couple of engineers in +the closet, or maybe you'd like to have Sheila...." + +"No, I can handle him, and I'd rather not have Sheila here when he comes +in. I'll handle him. And thank you, Miss Graham." + +The door closed on Miss Graham's back, and Suzy began to think of Whit +Clayborne. + + * * * * * + +The door opened slowly, and the pale young airman came into the office +on unsteady feet, his hat in his left hand, and a small package tucked +under his arm. + +"Is this Suzy's office? I mean, will she be in soon? Where can I find +her?" The questions came eagerly. + +"I'm Suzy." + +For a minute the words meant nothing to him. He looked, blankly, round +the office, then back to the seated figure. + +"You recognize the voice, don't you, Whit?" + +He gulped, and the expression drained from his face, leaving it blank, +and helpless. Suzy's heart went out to him, as her voice had gone to him +through space. + +"I know, the wheel chair, the rug to cover my knees, the brace on my +arm. There wasn't any other way, Whit. I couldn't tell you. My voice, +Whit, was all that counted, up there. Down on earth, other things count, +too. Forgive me, Whit." + +His head seemed to swim, and his unsteady feet fumbled with the floor as +he came to her. + +"You could have told me. I'd have loved you, I'd have loved you anyway." + +"Would you?" Her face turned away from him as he came to her. "Would +you, Whit? Would you have stayed alive for a broken girl like me? Would +you have waited out your trip for the sake of a cripple in a wheel +chair? I know you, Whit, I know your heart and your soul, and I know +you'd have never loved me if I had told you what I was from the +beginning." + +Whit didn't speak, and Suzy continued. + +"It was a job for me, Whit. I had to bring you down. I lied to you and I +deceived you, and now you're free, and you can go away, to live a better +life than I can give you." + +"Suzy, you're saying that. You've thought it out, and you've written it +down, and it's what you planned to say to me. Is it the truth, Suzy?" + +"Whit, go away. I've said my piece. I've turned you loose. Now go! Go +away, and don't ever come back to me again." + +Whit's body seemed to straighten up, and he put his little green package +down on the desk in front of her, then moved away. + +"Open it up, Suzy. It's a gardenia that I brought you. Sick or well, +crippled or sound, I'll bring you another every day, until you say you +love me." + +Then he went away. + +Suzy rose slowly, kicking the rug from her knees. She folded the wheel +chair into a compact bundle, and stretching up on her toes, put it back +on the highest shelf in the closet. Quietly, she put her hat and coat +on, and went out of the office, locking the door behind her. The click +of her high heels echoed bravely in the silence as she felt her way +along the vacant hallway. + +"Sheila, Sheila, come to me, girl," she called. + +The big German shepherd shook herself as she rose from her bed beside +the doorway, and with the practiced skill of years brought the handle of +her harness beneath her mistress's groping hand. + +Suzy knelt beside the big dog, and put her arms around her furry neck, +weeping softly into the thick fur. + +"Sheila, Sheila, I think he's going to marry me!" she said. + +THE END + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34113.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34113.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..25c537c0c28aec1102c6f145ddf62ce9a9f4b34d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34113.txt @@ -0,0 +1,376 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Louise Pattison +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + An Almanac + of twelve Sports + + By William Nicholson + + _Words by + Rudyard Kipling_ + + Published by R. H. Russell. + New York. 1898. + + + + + +1898. + + +January. + + _Sunday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Monday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Tuesday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Wednesday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + _Thursday_ 6 13 20 27 -- + _Friday_ 7 14 21 28 -- + _Saturday_ 1 8 15 22 29 -- + + +February. + + _Sunday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Monday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Tuesday_ 1 8 15 22 -- + _Wednesday_ 2 9 16 23 -- + _Thursday_ 3 10 17 24 -- + _Friday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Saturday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + + +March. + + _Sunday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Monday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Tuesday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Wednesday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Thursday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Friday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Saturday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + + +April. + + _Sunday_ 3 10 17 24 + _Monday_ 4 11 18 25 + _Tuesday_ 5 12 19 26 + _Wednesday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Thursday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Friday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Saturday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + + +May. + + _Sunday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Monday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Tuesday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Wednesday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Thursday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + _Friday_ 6 13 20 27 -- + _Saturday_ 7 14 21 28 -- + + +June. + + _Sunday_ 5 12 19 26 + _Monday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Tuesday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Wednesday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Thursday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Friday_ 3 10 17 24 -- + _Saturday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + + + Here is a horse to tame-- + Here is a gun to handle-- + God knows you can enter the game + If you'll only pay for the same, + And the price of the game is a candle-- + One single flickering candle! + + +1898. + + +July. + + _Sunday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Monday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Tuesday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + _Wednesday_ 6 13 20 27 -- + _Thursday_ 7 14 21 28 -- + _Friday_ 1 8 15 22 29 -- + _Saturday_ 2 9 16 23 30 -- + + +August. + + _Sunday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Monday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Tuesday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Wednesday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Thursday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Friday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + _Saturday_ 6 13 20 27 -- + + +September. + + _Sunday_ 4 11 18 25 + _Monday_ 5 12 19 26 + _Tuesday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Wednesday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Thursday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Friday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Saturday_ 3 10 17 23 -- + + +October. + + _Sunday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Monday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + _Tuesday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Wednesday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + _Thursday_ 6 13 20 27 -- + _Friday_ 7 14 21 28 -- + _Saturday_ 1 8 15 22 29 -- + + +November. + + _Sunday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Monday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Tuesday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Wednesday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Thursday_ 3 10 17 24 -- + _Friday_ 4 11 18 25 -- + _Saturday_ 5 12 19 26 -- + + +December. + + _Sunday_ 4 11 18 25 + _Monday_ 5 12 19 26 + _Tuesday_ 6 13 20 27 + _Wednesday_ 7 14 21 28 + _Thursday_ 1 8 15 22 29 + _Friday_ 2 9 16 23 30 + _Saturday_ 3 10 17 24 31 + + + + +Hunting. + + + Certes it is a noble sport + And men have quitted selle and swum for't, + But I am of a meeker sort + And I prefer Surtees in comfort. + + Reach down my "Handley Cross" again. + My run, where never danger lurks, is + With Jorrocks and his deathless train + Pigg, Binjimin and Arterxerxes! + +[Illustration: January.] + + + + +Coursing. + + + Most men harry the world for fun-- + Each man seeks it a different way + But "of all daft devils under the sun + A grey'ound's the daftest" said Jorrocks J. + +[Illustration: February.] + + + + +Racing. + + + The horse is ridden--the jockey rides-- + The backers back--the owners own + But ... there are lots of things besides, + And I should leave this play alone. + +[Illustration: March.] + + + + +Boating. + + + The Pope of Rome he could not win + From pleasant meat and pleasant sin + These who, in honour's hope, endure + Lean days and lives enforced pure. + These who, replying not, submit + Unto the curses of the Pit + Which he that rides (O greater shame!) + Flings forth by number not by name... + Could Triple Crown or Jesuit's oath + Do what yon shuffle-stocking doth? + +[Illustration: April.] + + + + +Fishing. + + + Behold a parable! _A_ fished for _B_. + _C_ took her bait; her heart was set on _D_. + Thank Heaven, who cooled your blood and cramped your wishes, + Men and not Gods torment you, little fishes. + +[Illustration: May.] + + + + +Cricket. + + + Thank God who made the British Isles + And taught me how to play, + I do not worship crocodiles + Or bow the knee to clay! + + Give me a willow wand and I, + With hide and cork and twine, + From century to century + Will gambol round my Shrine. + +[Illustration: June.] + + + + +Archery. + + + The child of the Nineties considers with laughter + The maid whom his Sire in the sixties ran after, + While careering himself in pursuit of a girl whom + The Twenties will dub a "last century heir-loom." + +[Illustration: July.] + + + + +Coaching. + + + The Pious Horse to church may trot. + A maid may work a man's salvation. + Four horses and a girl are not, + However, aids to reformation. + +[Illustration: August.] + + + + +Shooting. + + + "Peace upon Earth, Goodwill to men!" + So greet we Christmas Day. + Oh Christian load your gun and then, + O Christian, out and slay! + +[Illustration: September.] + + + + +Golf. + + + Why Golf is Art and Art is Golf + we have not far to seek-- + So much depends upon the lie, + so much upon the cleek. + +[Illustration: October.] + + + + +Boxing. + + + Read here the Moral roundly writ + For him that into battle goes-- + Each soul that, hitting hard and hit, + Encounters gross or ghostly foes:-- + Prince, blown by many overthrows + Half blind with shame, half choked with dirt + _Man cannot tell but Allah knows + How much the other side was hurt!_ + +[Illustration: November.] + + + + +Skating. + + + Over the ice she flies + Perfect and poised and fair-- + Stars in my true-love's eyes + Teach me to do and to dare! + + Now will I fly as she flies ... + Woe for the stars that misled! + Stars that I saw in her eyes + Now do I see in my head! + +[Illustration: December.] + + + + + Now we must come away. + What are you out of pocket? + 'Sorry to spoil your play, + But Somebody says we must pay-- + And the candle's down to the socket-- + Its horrible tallowy socket! + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's An Almanac of Twelve Sports, by Rudyard Kipling + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34159.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34159.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3649eeb809db39ad8b0c20d0f801c1c521fdbbe4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34159.txt @@ -0,0 +1,422 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Wilson and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + A + HUNTING ALPHABET + + by + + Grace Clarke Newton + + + + + +------------------------------+ + | | + | WORKS BY | + | GRACE CLARKE NEWTON | + | | + | A SMALL GIRL'S STORIES | + | | + | A BOOK OF RHYME | + | | + | POEMS IN PASSING | + | First Series | + | | + | POEMS IN PASSING | + | A Second Gleaning | + | (In preparation) | + | | + | A HUNTING ALPHABET | + | Illustrated | + | | + +------------------------------+ + + + + + THE + A B C + of + DRAG HUNTING + + by + + GRACE CLARKE NEWTON + + + + + E P DUTTON & COMPANY. + 681 FIFTH AVENUE + NEW YORK. + ESTABLISHED 1852 + + + + +Copyright, 1917 +E. P. Dutton & Company + + + + +Redfield-Kendrick-Odell Co., Inc. +New York + + + + +The illustrations are from some paintings by +Richard Newton, Jr. + + + + +[Illustration: Mrs. E. T. Cockcroft--and "Danger"] + + + + + A + + + A is Ambition which leads you to buy + A qualified hunter, the picture of pride, + Of whom it is said, "He takes off in his stride." + This means he jumps you off with hounds in full cry. + + + + + B + + + B is the Beauty who's learning to "go," + Who comes to the Club on the morn of the Meet, + And says to the Master, "Now if you'll be sweet + And let me ride near you, I'll finish I know!" + + +[Illustration: Benjamin Nicoll, Esq.--Essex Hunt (on Cocktail)] + + + + + C + + + C is the Casualty frequently met + When a Ditch next a creeper-clad fence lies concealed; + Also the Comments of most of the field, + "For the man who lays drags with a butterfly net!" + + + + + D + + + D is the overworked letter so Dear + To the heart of the Sportsman who's riding a skate, + Who thinks there is no one to open the gate + And fails to observe that the Vicar stands near. + + +[Illustration: John R. Townsend, Esq., M. F. H.--Orange Co. Hunt +(on Greek Dollar)] + + + + + E + + + E is your Epitaph, writ by a wag, + Which reached you by post on your first hunting morn; + "Hic jacet! He hoped to be pride of the Quorn + But died of sheer fright ere he rode in one drag." + + + + + F + + + F is the Fence "made of stout posts and rails + Five feet"! You "_sailed_ over it riding the grey"; + But do not dine out on it often, I pray, + For at each repetition the interest pales. + + +[Illustration: J. E. Davis, Esq., M. F. H.--Meadowbrook Hunt] + + + + + G + + + G is the Gathering Gloom of Her Grace, + The Great One, invited to open our Ball, + When she heard that the Master had had a bad fall + And the Honorable Whip is to fill in his place. + + + + + H + + + H is the Horn of the Huntsman that sounds + Rather wheezy and thin to irreverent ears; + But Ah! 'tis a music melodic, which cheers + The Hearts of the nailers who follow Hounds. + + + + + I + + + I is the Impulse by which you are curst; + To prove you have courage when fox hounds are "Cast," + "I'll jam in my spurs and be after them fast," + It seems that the Master prefers to go first. + + +[Illustration: Drawn Blank] + + + + + J + + + J is the Jackrabbit, running so free, + And the Jar to the Master who sees that his pack + Have tacitly told him they cannot come back + 'Til the last of their fat furry friend they can see. + + + + + K + + + K is the Kennels where foxhounds are kept, + A visit to these is a part of the Game; + 'Tis a wise M. F. H. knows each couple by name, + But when _they_ know _him_ they say strong men have wept. + + + + + L + + + L is for "Larking" to try out a colt; + How lightly he leaps from the paddock or pen, + But, once on his back it's a question of when + He will lie down or roll on you, buck, jump or bolt. + + +[Illustration: A Few of the Right Sort] + + + + + M + + + M is the Merriment seen on each face, + At the rumor some hunting man offers to sell + "The _pick_ of the stable, because he can't tell + If he's going abroad for a season to race." + + + + + N + + + N is the Nag, "Nervy Nat," who was lent + For your use by a friend when your own horse broke down, + And the News, that was sent to your dear ones in Town, + "Some bones have been broken and some are just bent." + + + + + O + + + O is the Opportune Offer you made + To carry a flask in case of a spill; + Then you learn that it's equally good for a chill + And most of the field of a chill are afraid. + + +[Illustration: A Hunting Morn] + + + + + P + + + P is for "Pink," to its pomp we aspire + When riding in "mufti"; but how do we feel + When bound for the Meet, quite the modern John Peel, + If village boys shout, "Oh, I say, where's the fire?" + + + + + Q + + + Q is the Quagmire where you get stuck + And the Quizzical Questions of those on the bank, + Who, as they help you to rescue your horse on a plank, + "Were you hunting a fox or just chasing a duck?" + + + + + R + + + R is The Road that the faint-hearted choose + When the line crosses country where going is risky: + And the Rot that they talk, as they sip their Scotch Whiskey. + To prove it's not they, but their mounts that refuse. + + +[Illustration: Major W. Austin Wadsworth, M. F. H.--Geneseo Hounds] + + + + + S + + + S is the Scent, none too pleasant to those + Who ride not to hounds; but at swift hunting pace, + When the Right Sort detect it, how madly they race; + They find it more sweet than the breath of a rose. + + + + + T + + + T is for Thousands, the cost of our fun, + Also for the Thrusters and they are not few + Who send in a "ten" when the season is through + It pays for the timber they broke in one run. + + + + + U + + + U is for Us when united we fight + That the skirt called "divided" be worn by the Fair; + If you've seen a dear girl with her boots in the air + As she lands in a furrow, you'll say I am right. + + +[Illustration: The Grey Hunt Team--Suffolk Hounds] + + + + + V + + + V is the Viewpoint of those who are vexed, + By the Master's great promptness when they ride up late; + "Confounded old Martinet, couldn't he wait? + Cast hounds by alarm clock, that's what he'll do next." + + + + + W + + + W stands for the Week-end so wet + We spent with our friend of a neighboring hunt, + You could keep up with hounds if you went in a "punt" + But I need not tell you how far we _did_ get. + + + + + X + + + X is for Crossroads and sign posts galore; + You shout the Bumpkin who's raking his hay, + "Which way went the pack?" and his "Well, I can't say; + Ain't seen any peddlers!" is rather a bore. + + +[Illustration: Oakleigh Thorne Esq., M. F. H.--Millbrook Harriers] + + + + + Y + + + Y stands for You who have stood for these rhymes, + Who discern amid chaff shining kernels of truth; + So the spirit of chivalry, valor and youth + Are found in the pleasures and sports of our times. + + + + + Z + + + Z is for Zero--our surplus, my dear, + When, after good sport with all damages paid, + We sit by the fire and say, "I'm afraid + There'll be no more runs till the Spring of the year." + + + + +And here ends this volume of A HUNTING ALPHABET, by Grace Clarke Newton, +of which 262 copies only have been printed by Redfield-Kendrick-Odell +Co., Inc., New York, and the type distributed, in this year of our Lord +one thousand nine hundred and seventeen. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Hunting Alphabet, by Grace Clarke Newton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34185.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34185.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1dc7d9561037d63194bd8dd084e504602bc31df8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34185.txt @@ -0,0 +1,225 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, David Wilson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + _Recipes for_ + Eatmor(R) + _Fresh_ + CRANBERRIES + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Guaranteed by Good Housekeeping +Replacement or refund of money if not as advertised therein] + + + + +[Illustration] + +10-Minute Cranberry Sauce + + 2 cups sugar + 2 cups water + 4 cups Eatmor Cranberries + (one bag or box) + +Boil sugar and water together 5 minutes. Add cranberries and boil, +without stirring, until all the skins pop open--about 5 minutes. Remove +from heat and cool in saucepan. Makes one quart 10-Minute Cranberry +Sauce. + + +VARIATIONS + +=Cranberry-Ambrosia.= Pour sauce over thin-sliced oranges, top with +shredded cocoanut for Cranberry Ambrosia. + +=Minted Cranberry Sauce.= Stir in teaspoon chopped fresh mint or few +drops mint extract for Minted Cranberry Sauce. + +=Cranberry Apricot Delight.= Add 1 cup cooked sweetened apricots for +Cranberry Apricot Delight. + +=Cranberry-Chiquita.= Fold in 3 bananas cut in 1/2 inch slices for +Cranberry-Chiquita. + +=Cranberry-Ruby Pears.= Spoon sauce over cooked or canned pear halves +for Cranberry-Ruby Pears. + +_Put some in your freezer and enjoy these appetizing fresh cranberry +sauces the year round._ + + + + +Quick-Freezing Fresh Cranberries + +[Illustration] + + +You can enjoy the appetizing flavor of fresh cranberries the year round +by putting a good supply of Eatmor in your home freezer or storage +locker. + +It's the easiest fruit to freeze. No processing is required. All you +have to do is place the unopened bag or box of Eatmor Cranberries +directly in your freezing unit. + +When ready to use--handle exactly as you would fresh cranberries. No +thawing is required. Pour in colander, rinse in cold water, drain. Use +in any standard fresh cranberry recipe. + + +Cranberry Sherbet + + 2 3/4 cups water + 2 cups sugar + 4 cups Eatmor Cranberries + (one bag or box) + 1 tablespoon gelatin (1 envelope) + 1/4 cup cold water + Juice and grated rind 1 lemon + Juice and grated rind 1 orange + +Combine cranberries, water and sugar in saucepan. Cook until cranberries +are soft. Put through sieve or food mill. Soften gelatin in cold water +and dissolve in hot cranberry puree. Stir in fruit juice and rind. Cool. +Pour into refrigerator tray and freeze until firm. Makes 1 quart. + + + + +Cranberry Orange Relish + +[Illustration] + + 2 cups sugar + 4 cups Eatmor Cranberries + (one bag or box) + 2 Sunkist oranges, quartered and seeded + +Put raw cranberries and oranges through Waring Blendor or food chopper. +Add sugar and mix well. Chill in refrigerator a few hours before +serving. Makes one quart relish. This relish will keep well in the +refrigerator for several weeks. Try quick-freezing Cranberry Orange +Relish. + + +VARIATIONS + +=Cranberry Apple Relish.= Peel, core and dice 2 apples; stir in for +Cranberry Apple Relish. + +=Cranberry Vegetable Relish.= Stir in 1/2 cup each diced raw carrots and +celery for Cranberry Vegetable Relish. + +=Cranberry Citrus Relish.= Add 1 cup canned or fresh grapefruit segments +for Cranberry Citrus Relish. + +=Spicy Cranberry Relish.= Stir in pinch powdered cinnamon and cloves for +Spicy Cranberry Relish. + +=Cranberry Hawaiian Relish.= Stir in 1 cup frozen, canned or fresh diced +pineapple for Cranberry Hawaiian Relish. + +_You can enjoy fresh Cranberry Orange Relish the year round by freezing +a supply for later use._ + + + + +Cranberry-Apple Pie + +[Illustration] + + 1 recipe favorite pastry + 2 1/4 cups sugar + 1/2 cup water + 2 cups apple slices + 4 cups Eatmor Cranberries + 2 tablespoons cornstarch + 2 tablespoons water + +Roll out half of pastry and fit into 9-inch pan. Combine sugar, water, +apple slices and Eatmor Cranberries in saucepan. Cook until cranberries +pop--about 10 minutes. Make a paste of cornstarch and remaining water, +stir into fruit and continue cooking until thick and clear--about 5 +minutes. Cool and pour into pie shell. Roll out remaining pastry and cut +in strips. Arrange crisscross fashion over top. Bake in 425 deg. F. oven +25 minutes. + + +Ideas for Christmas + +[Illustration] + +Trim the house in the real old-fashioned way with gay red cranberries +strung with thread and needle on the Christmas tree. Alternate a piece +of snowy white popcorn for contrast. + +Also for dangling on the green branches, make four inch circlets of +cranberries twisted with silver Christmas rope or tinsel strips. + +Make a cranberry Santa. A circle of berries on wire makes the body and +three berries make each arm and leg. A round cardboard circle topped +with a paper red hat needs but a fluff of cotton whiskers to complete +Saint Nick. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Name Me and _WIN_ a new CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE +or one of 60 other Valuable Prizes + +[Illustration] + + Select an appropriate first and last name for the Eatmor Cranberry + girl pictured above. + + In 25 words or less tell why you like + + Eatmor(R) _Fresh_ CRANBERRIES + + Other prizes, 10 G. E. Home Freezers, 25 G. E. Triple Whip Mixers, + 10 Waring Blendors, 25 $10 cash prizes. + + Prizes will be awarded on what Reuben H. Donnelley Corporation + considers most appropriate first and last name and most original, + sincere and apt statement. + + Send as many entries as you wish to address below but make sure + each entry includes your name and address and Eatmor name from + cellophane bag or window box. + +EATMOR CONTEST, P. O. BOX 120, New York, N. Y. + +_Contest closes December 31, 1953._ + + + + +LITHO IN U.S.A. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Recipes for Eatmor Fresh Cranberries, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34303.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34303.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1f53586a144ed682bc3d71b806e99a4c2b9f93b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34303.txt @@ -0,0 +1,204 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + A New Bat (Genus Myotis) From Mexico + + BY + + WALTER W. DALQUEST and E. RAYMOND HALL + + + University of Kansas Publications + Museum of Natural History + + + Volume 1, No. 12, pp. 237-244 + December 10, 1947 + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + LAWRENCE + 1947 + + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, H. H. Lane, Edward H. Taylor + + Volume 1, No. 12, pp. 237-244 + December 10, 1947 + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + Lawrence, Kansas + + + PRINTED BY + FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER + TOPEKA, KANSAS + 1947 + + 22-1402 + + + + + A New Bat (Genus Myotis) From Mexico[1] + + By + + WALTER W. DALQUEST AND E. RAYMOND HALL + + +While one of us (Dalquest) was in a dugout canoe that was being paddled +up a small unnamed tributary of the Rio Coatzacoalcos, through dense +jungle, he grasped a decayed and termite damaged tree-trunk projecting +approximately three feet above the surface of the water to steady the +canoe. At that instant two bats were detected in one of the many small +holes in the trunk, which was eight to nine inches in diameter. It was a +simple matter to enlarge the hole and extract the animals. Superficially +they resembled silvery-haired bats (_Lasionycteris_) but their naked +interfemoral membranes and other features suggested that they belonged +to the genus _Myotis_. Subsequently, study in the laboratory showed this +to be the fact and revealed also that they are of an heretofore unnamed +species which may be known as: + + + #Myotis argentatus#, new species + + _Type._--Male, adult, skin with skull, No. 19228, Mus. Nat. + Hist., Univ. Kansas; 14 kilometers southwest of Coatzocoalcos, + 100 feet elevation, Veracruz, Mexico; 2 February 1947; obtained + by Walter W. Dalquest; original No. 7052. + + _Range._--Known only from the type locality. + + _Diagnosis._--Size medium for the genus (see measurements), tail + short; foot long; ears and membranes black; pelage long (maximum + length on middle of back 9 mm.) and black; upper parts with + overhairs tipped with whitish especially on rump; underparts + from posterior part of thorax posteriorly with all of the hairs + tipped with this same whitish color; skull with preorbital part + small in relation to brain case; teeth small in relation to + total area of palate; brain case much inflated; ventral margin + of foramen magnum evenly rounded. + + _Comparison._--From _Myotis albescens_ (E. Geffroy) known to us + by specimens in the United States National Museum from Paraguay + (Tacural), Panama (Tabernilla), and Nicaragua (Prinzapolca R. + and Escondido R.), _argentatus_ differs in: Body and foot + longer; tail relatively shorter (57 and 58% of length of head + and body versus 76 (62-83)% in _albescens_); tibia shorter; + pelage longer, and black instead of brown; silver tipping of fur + on hinder back markedly more conspicuous; precranial part of + skull, when viewed from above, larger in relation to brain case; + postorbital constriction less abrupt, that is to say, skull + "longer-waisted"; occlusal surfaces of teeth of equal area and + therefore occupying a relatively smaller percentage of total + area of palatal surface; ventral margin of foramen magnum less + deeply indented; ventrally prominent part of basioccipital twice + as wide. + +_Remarks._--The relatively slight wear on the teeth of the female of _M. +argentatus_ and the large ends on the bones of the wings indicate that +it is immature. Its measurements, recorded below, average smaller than +those of the adult holotype, a male, and the silvery tipping on the +upper parts is almost lacking from the pelage which is shorter than in +the holotype. + + [Illustration: FIGS. 1-6. _Myotis_. From left to right, dorsal, + lateral and ventral views. All x 2. + + FIGS. 1-3. _Myotis argentatus_, no. 19228, Univ. Kan. Mus. Nat. + Hist., type. + + FIGS. 4-6. _Myotis albescens_, no. 105664, [F], U. S. Nat. Mus., + from Tacuaral, Paraguay; obtained on November 13, 1900, by Wm. + T. Foster, orig. no. 128.] + +Among at least American kinds of _Myotis_, _argentatus_ is extreme in +small area of occlusal surface of the upper molariform teeth in relation +to the total area of the palatal surface of the skull. _M. albescens_ +previously was regarded as extreme in this feature. The distance across +the third upper molars, from the outside of one tooth to the outside of +the other, is 5.5 mm. in the holotype of _argentatus_ and 5.4 mm. in a +specimen of corresponding age and sex of _albescens_. The distance +between the third upper molars, from the lingual side of one tooth to +the lingual side of the other, is 2.9 mm. in _argentatus_ and 2.8 mm. in +_albescens_. + +In each of our two specimens there is no sagittal crest but instead a +low ridge one millimeter wide which marks the space between the margins +of the two temporal muscles. + +Allusion already has been made to the resemblance of the newly named +_Myotis argentatus_ to the silvery-haired bat, _Lasionycteris +noctivagans_ (LeConte). The whitish tips of the hairs are slightly more +yellowish in _argentatus_ but the difference is so slight as to be +detected by only the most careful comparison. The remainder of the +pelage in _argentatus_ is black as in the darkest individuals of +_Lasionycteris_. + +Among named kinds of the genus _Myotis_, the species _argentatus_ most +closely resembles _Myotis albescens_ which, up to now has been recorded +from as far south as Argentina, in South America, and as far north as +Nicaragua, in Central America (Miller and Allen, Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., +144:202, 203, 1928). The differences detected between the two species +are indicated above in the paragraph of comparisons and some other +differences can be detected by comparing measurements given below with +those of _M. albescens_ as recorded by Miller and Allen (_op. cit._: +204-205). In initial comparisons with _albescens_, only Paraguayan +specimens were employed. It was felt that specimens of _albescens_ from +the northernmost localities of occurrence might more closely resemble +_argentatus_. Accordingly, we appealed a second time to Dr. A. R. +Kellogg for comparative material and he lent us the specimens +(alcoholics with skulls separate) in the U. S. National Museum from +Central America. These also differ from our newly named bat in the same +fashion as do the South American specimens. Further, the number and +magnitude of the differences between _albescens_ and _argentatus_ +greatly exceed any that can be pointed to between the American +subspecies of any other one full species of the genus _Myotis_. Full +specific, rather than mere subspecific, status, therefore, is suggested +for the bat here named _Myotis argentatus_. + + _Measurements._--The adult, male type, and the immature female + specimen measure, respectively, as follows: Head and body, 55, + 51 mm.; tail, 32, 29; tibia, 13.7, 13.2; foot, 8, 9; forearm, + 33.0, 34.5; thumb, 5.8, 5.7; third metacarpal, 32.2, 30.5; + fifth metacarpal, 31.5, 30.3; greatest length of skull, 14.5, + 14.0; condylobasal length, 13.8, 13.0; zygomatic breadth, 9.1, + 9.0; interorbital constriction, 4.3, 4.0; breadth of brain case, + 7.5, 7.4; occipital depth, 5.7, 5.7; mandible, 10.5, 10.0; + maxillary tooth row, 5.3, 5.0; maxillary breadth at M3, 5.5, + 5.7; mandibular tooth row, 5.6, 5.3. + + _Specimens examined._--Two, from the type locality. + + _Transmitted October 20, 1947._ + + + FOOTNOTE + + [1] Assistance with field work is acknowledged from the University + of Kansas Endowment Association. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34411.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34411.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..666973a0ac792b88521cfeed945b92b8043a0370 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34411.txt @@ -0,0 +1,404 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Josephine Paolucci +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net. + + + + + + + +Pipistrellus cinnamomeus Miller 1902 +Referred to the Genus Myotis + +BY + +E. RAYMOND HALL and WALTER W. DALQUEST + +University of Kansas Publications +Museum of Natural History + +Volume 1, No. 25, pp. 581-590, 5 figures in text +January 20, 1950 + +University of Kansas +LAWRENCE +1950 + + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + +Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Edward H. Taylor, +A. Byron Leonard, Robert W. Wilson + +Volume 1, No. 25, pp. 581-590, 5 figures in text +January 20, 1950 + +UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS +Lawrence, Kansas + +PRINTED BY +FERD VOILAND. JR., STATE PRINTER +TOPEKA, KANSAS +1950 + +23-1545 + +[Transcriber's Note: Words surrounded by tildes, like ~this~ signifies +words in bold. Words surrounded by underscores, like _this_, signifies +words in italics. Male symbol is shown as [M] and female symbol is +[F].] + + + + +Pipistrellus cinnamomeus Miller 1902 +Referred to the Genus Myotis + +By + +E. RAYMOND HALL AND WALTER W. DALQUEST + + +Miller (Proc. Acad. Nat. Sci. Philadelphia, 1902, p. 390, September +3,1902) based the name _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ on a skin and skull of +a vespertilionid bat obtained on May 4, 1900, at Montecristo, Tabasco, +Mexico, by E. W. Nelson and E. A. Goldman. A single specimen was +available to Miller when he proposed the name _P. cinnamomeus_. Dalquest +and Hall (Jour. Mamm., 29:180, May 14, 1948) reported three additional +specimens collected in 1946 by W. W. Dalquest on the Rio Blanco, twenty +kilometers west-northwest of Piedras Negras, Veracruz, Mexico. No other +published information concerning this species is known to us, although +the name has, of course, appeared in regional lists, for example in the +"List of North American Recent Mammals, 1923" (Bull. U. S. National +Museum, 128:75, April 29, 1924) by Gerrit S. Miller, Jr. + +Additional specimens, nevertheless, are known. Two collected on April 18 +and 20, 1903, at Papayo, Guerrero, by Nelson and Goldman, are in the +Biological Surveys Collection in the United States National Museum. A +skin, probably of this species, for which the skull cannot now be found, +was taken on October 27, 1904, at Esquinapa, Sinaloa, by J. H. Batty and +is in the American Museum of Natural History. This is the skin referred +by Miller and Allen (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:100, May 25, 1928) to +_Myotis occultus_. Three additional specimens, each a skin with skull, +were collected twenty kilometers east-northeast of Jesus Carranza, at +200 feet elevation, Veracruz, by Walter W. Dalquest, two on April 13, +1949, and one on May 16 of the same year. These are in the Museum of +Natural History of the University of Kansas, as also are the three +previously reported by Dalquest and Hall (_loc. cit._). A total of ten +specimens, from five localities, all in Mexico, thus is accounted for. + +On page 392 of the original description--which our study of the holotype +shows to be accurate--Miller wrote: "This bat differs so widely from the +other known American species of _Pipistrellus_ as to need no special +comparisons. Superficially it has much the appearance of an unusually +red _Myotis lucifugus_, and only on examination of the teeth do the +animal's true relationships become apparent." In referring to the teeth +Miller almost certainly was thinking of the premolars of which there are +only two on each side of the upper jaw and on each side of the lower jaw +in _Pipistrellus_, including his _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_, whereas +_Myotis_ at that time was thought always to have three premolars on each +side of both the upper and lower jaw, except in rare instances where one +premolar might be lacking on one side of one jaw or even more rarely on +both sides of the upper jaw. In his original description of _P. +cinnamomeus_, Miller mentioned also that it had the "Inner upper incisor +distinctly smaller than the outer, not approximately equal to it as is +the case in _P. subflavus_." + +At this point it is well to make clear that each of the genera +_Pipistrellus_ and _Myotis_ contains a large number of species and that +the differences between the two genera are few. Our examination of +American specimens reveals only one differential character: In _Myotis_ +the outer upper incisor is distinctly larger than the inner, whereas the +two incisors are of approximately equal size in _Pipistrellus_. It may +be noted that the outer upper incisor of several, but not all, species +of _Myotis_ has a well-developed concave surface directed toward the +canine whereas this surface is flat or convex in _Pipistrellus_. In both +features, the type of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ Miller agrees with +_Myotis_ and differs from _Pipistrellus_. + +Five years after naming and describing _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_, +Miller published his monumental work entitled "The families and genera +of bats" (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 57, June 29, 1907) wherein he points +out the differences in the upper incisors between _Pipistrellus_ and +_Myotis_ (by a _lapsus plumae_ ascribes subequal incisors to _Myotis_ +and unequal incisors to _Pipistrellus_) but seemingly failed to +reexamine _P. cinnamomeus_ in the light of this better understanding of +the two genera, or if he did examine _P. cinnamomeus_ he possibly was +misled still by the absence of the third premolar on each side of both +the upper and lower jaw. + +In 1928 when Miller and Allen published their account of "The American +bats of the Genera _Myotis_ and _Pizonyx_" (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144, +May 25, 1928) they examined specimens of _Myotis occultus_ which they +implied (_op. cit._: 99-100) had only two instead of three premolars on +each side of both the upper and lower jaws. In preparing this taxonomic +account of bats of the genus _Myotis_, the specimens (type and two from +Papayo) of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ seem not to have been examined. +Indeed, it is almost certain that they were not examined for the species +was renamed; the new name, _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller and +Allen (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:54, May 25, 1928), was based on a +skull with the corresponding body in alcohol. The characters of this +specimen are almost exactly those of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_, named +and described by Miller 26 years earlier. The type locality (Teapa) of +_M. l. fortidens_ is 80 miles westerly from the type locality of _P. +cinnamomeus_; both are in the state of Tabasco, and in the same +life-zone, at equivalent elevations (neither higher than 50 meters). +Since there are no characters of taxonomic worth to distinguish the two +named specimens, _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller and Allen 1928 +falls as a synonym of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ Miller 1902. But, +according to Miller and Allen (Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:19, 197), +_Vespertilio cinnamomeus_ Wagner 1855 is a name based on _Myotis ruber_ +(E. Geoffroy, 1806) from Paraguay and hence _Myotis cinnamomeus_ +(Miller) 1902 is a homonym of _Myotis cinnamomeus_ (Wagner) 1855 and is +unavailable for the animal from Montecristo when it is transferred to +the genus _Myotis_; the species of animal concerned will take the next +available name, which seems to be _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller +and Allen 1928. + +It may reasonably be asked if _Myotis_ and _Pipistrellus_ should be +retained as separate genera if the only constant difference between the +two is subequal versus unequal upper incisors. In our opinion it would +be worth-while for someone who had access to adequate material from both +the Old World and the New World to investigate this question. We lack +adequate material from the Old World. + +When Miller and Allen named _M. l. fortidens_ they had only two +specimens, the holotype from Teapa, Tabasco, and a referred specimen +from Fort Hancock, El Paso County, Texas, approximately 1,200 miles +north-northwest of Teapa. We have examined this specimen from Texas (U. +S. Nat. Mus., 21083/36121, skin and skull) and regard it as _Myotis +lucifugus carissima_ Thomas. Furthermore, we regard the holotype of +_Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller and Allen 1928 as specifically +distinct from _Myotis lucifugus_ of Miller and Allen 1928. The Cinnamon +Myotis, described below, therefore may stand as: + + +~Myotis fortidens~ Miller and Allen + +CINNAMON MYOTIS + + _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ Miller, Proc. Acad. Nat. Sci. + Philadelphia, p. 390, September 3, 1902, type from + Montecristo, Tabasco (preoccupied by _Vespertilio + cinnamomeus_ Wagner, Schreber's Saeugethiere, suppl., 5:755, + 1855, a renaming of _Vespertilio ruber_ E. Geoffroy + Saint-Hilaire). + + _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller and Allen, Bull. U. S. + Nat. Mus., 144:54, May 25, 1928. + +_Type._--"Adult female (in alcohol) No. 88.8.8.18, British Museum +(Natural History). Collected at Teapa, Tabasco, Mexico, by H. H. Smith, +January 5, 1888. Presented by Messrs. Salvin and Godman [after Miller +and Allen, Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:54, May 25, 1928]." + +_Range._--Known only from the lower part of the Tropical Life-zone of +the region of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec and east and west coasts of +Mexico. + +[Illustration: FIG. 1. Map showing localities from which _Myotis +fortidens_ has been recorded.] + +_Diagnosis._--Among American species of the genus, over-all size medium +(total length 94 mm); body long (54); tail short (39); forearm of medium +length (37); tibia short (14.5); foot long (58 per cent of length of +tibia); wing membrane arising from side of foot at distal end of +metatarsal; calcar simple (not keeled) and 7 mm long; ears 15 to 16 mm +long measured in the flesh from the notch (posteroventral border of the +meatus); tragus, measured from same place, 7 to 8 mm high with +posterobasal lobe; third metacarpal longest and second metacarpal +shortest; fifth shorter than fourth; ears brownish; membranes of wing +and tail blackish; uropatagium almost hairless, the few hairs that are +present being almost invisible; pelage of back 5 mm long with some +overhairs 8 to 9 mm long; basal 3 mm of fur black, remainder +Cinnamon-Brown (capitalized color terms, after Ridgway, Color Standards +and Color Nomenclature, Washington, D. C., 1912); outline of skull +viewed dorsally similar to that of _Myotis lucifugus_; sagittal crest +well developed; distance across upper canines equal to or slightly +exceeding interorbital constriction; braincase low; two premolars on +each side in upper jaw and also in lower jaw, the one remaining small +premolar in contact with both the canine and the fourth premolar. + +[Illustration: FIGS. 2-5. Four views of the skull of _Myotis fortidens_. +No. 32112, University of Kansas Museum of Natural History, [M], obtained +20 kilometers east-northeast Jesus Carranza, 200 feet elevation, +Veracruz, Mexico, on May 16, 1949, by Walter W. Dalquest; original no. +12869. x2.] + +_Remarks._--_Myotis fortidens_ is known only from the Tropical +Life-zone. The skin, without a skull, from Esquinapa, Sinaloa, agrees in +color with the undoubted specimens of _M. fortidens_ from Papayo, +Guerrero, but can be matched also by selected skins of _Myotis occultus_ +from Blythe, Riverside County, California. Without the skull the +reference of this specimen to _M. fortidens_ is provisional. Reason for +referring it to _fortidens_ rather than to _M. occultus_ is provided, +however, by a series of eleven specimens of _M. occultus_ from Alamos, +Sonora. These are Saccardo's Umber rather than Cinnamon-Brown and they +are geographically intermediate between the reddish _M. occultus_ of +California and the reddish _M. fortidens_ of Mexico. Furthermore, these +specimens from Alamos have large skulls of slightly different +proportions than those of _M. fortidens_ or than those of _M. occultus_ +from California; possibly the animals from Alamos are representative of +the larger, duller-colored variation for which Hollister proposed the +name _Myotis baileyi_ (Proc. Biol. Soc. Washington, 22:44, March 10, +1909). This duller-colored type of animal intervenes between the +geographic ranges of undoubted _M. occultus_ and undoubted _M. +fortidens_. The specimen from Esquinapa, in the geographic sense, is on +the _fortidens_ side rather than on the _occultus_ side of the _baileyi_ +population. This geographic position is the basis on which the specimen +from Esquinapa is referred to _M. fortidens_. The third premolar is +lacking from each side of both the upper and the lower jaws of each +individual of this series from Alamos. + +The specimens of _M. fortidens_ are all distinguishable by their color +from other kinds of _Myotis_ found in the same area. Occasional +individuals of _Myotis velifer_, as for example three from Las Vigas, +Veracruz, also are reddish but they are of brighter tone. In addition, +the larger size and cranial features of these specimens of _M. velifer_ +permit ready differentiation of them from specimens of _M. fortidens_. +One specimen (No. 32113) of _M. fortidens_ from twenty kilometers +east-northeast of Jesus Carranza is lighter than the others, being near +(_j_) Cinnamon-Brown above and is lighter on the under-parts than on the +upper parts. Another individual (No. 32112) is duller colored than the +others, being Snuff Brown both above and below. Otherwise the specimens +of _M. fortidens_ agree in color. + +Among named kinds of _Myotis_, _M. fortidens_ resembles _Myotis +lucifugus_ and _Myotis occultus_. From the former, _M. fortidens_ +differs in possessing a strong sagittal crest and in lacking the third +premolar in both the upper jaw and the lower jaw. _M. fortidens_ lacks +the glossy sheen found on the pelage of many individuals of _M. +lucifugus_. From _M. occultus_, _M. fortidens_ differs in having the +rostrum (viewed from above) smaller in relation to the braincase. This +is true of specimens with the teeth showing much wear as well as in +specimens with the teeth unworn or only moderately worn. Also, _M. +fortidens_ is longer bodied as may be seen by comparing the measurements +given here with those recorded for _M. occultus_ by Miller and Allen +(Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:100, May 25, 1928). We are agreed that _M. +fortidens_ is as closely related to _M. occultus_ as to any other named +kind of _Myotis_, and that it is more closely related to it than to most +other species of the genus, but one of us (Dalquest) thinks that _M. +fortidens_ is specifically distinct from _M. occultus_, whereas the +other author (Hall) inclines to the view that additional specimens from +localities intermediate between the known geographic ranges of _M. +occultus_ and _M. fortidens_ will reveal intergradation between the two +kinds. However that may be, there is no proof at present of such +intergradation and the binomial is therefore used for the Cinnamon +Myotis. + + _Specimens examined._--Total number, 10, all from Mexico, + each a skin with skull except the skin-only from Sinaloa. + _Sinaloa_: Esquinapa, 1 (Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist.). _Guerrero_: + Papayo, 2 (U. S. Biological Surveys Collection). _Veracruz_: + 20 km. WNW Piedras Negras, 3 (Mus. Nat. Hist., Univ. + Kansas); 20 km. ENE Jesus Carranza, 200 ft. elevation, 3 + (Mus. Nat. Hist., Univ. Kansas). _Tabasco_: Montecristo, 1 + (U. S. Biological Surveys Collection). + + _Additional record._--Tabasco: Teapa, the holotype of + _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_ Miller and Allen 1928. + +_University of Kansas Museum of Natural History, Lawrence, Kansas. +Transmitted October 31, 1949._ + +CRANIAL MEASUREMENTS OF _Myotis fortidens_ + +Column headings: + +A: Greatest length +B: Condylobasal length +C: Zygomatic breadth +D: Interorbital constriction +E: Breadth of braincase +F: Mandible +G: Maxillary tooth-row +H: Maxillary breadth at M3 +I: Mandibular tooth-row +J: Wear of teeth + +============================================================================== + Sex + No. Age Locality A B C D E F G H I J +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 25030[M] Esquinapa .... .... ... ... ... .... ... ... ... ? + 126650[F] Papayo 15.0 14.2 9.7 3.9 7.1 11.5 5.5 5.6 6.0 0 + 126651[F] Do. 15.1 13.8 9.4 3.8 6.8 10.6 5.6 5.9 6.0 0 + 17834[M] P. Negras[1] .... 4.1 10.6 5.6 5.7 6.0 0 + 17835[F] Do. 15.5 14.9 9.6 4.2 7.2 11.0 5.7 6.0 6.1 2 + 17836[F] Do. 15.5 14.5 9.7 4.2 7.3 10.9 5.4 5.9 5.7 3 + 32112[M] J. Carranza[2] 15.3 14.4 9.7 4.1 7.3 11.5 5.7 5.9 6.3 1 + 32113[M] Do. 15.0 14.0 9.5 4.2 7.2 10.9 5.5 5.9 5.9 1 + 32114[M] Do. 15.0 13.9 9.7 4.1 7.2 10.8 5.4 6.0 5.9 1 +88.8.8.18[F][3] Teapa 15.0 13.8 9.6 3.8 7.4 .... 5.4 5.8 5.8 1 + 100231[F][4] Montecristo 15.0 14.1 9.0 4.0 7.2 11.4 5.8 ... 6.0 0 + Average 15.2 14.2 9.5 4.0 7.2 11.0 5.6 5.9 6.0 +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +[Note 1: 20 km. WNW Piedras Negras.] + +[Note 2: 20 km. ENE Jesus Carranza, 200 ft.] + +[Note 3: Type of _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_; measurements after Miller +and Allen, Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:100; 101, May 25, 1928.] + +[Note 4: Type of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ Miller 1902.] + + +EXTERNAL MEASUREMENTS OF _Myotis fortidens_ + +Column headings: + +A: Total length +B: Head and body +C: Tail +D: Tibia +E: Foot +F: Forearm +G: Thumb +H: Third metacarpal +I: Fifth metacarpal +J: Ear from notch + +=============================================================================== + Sex + No. Age Locality A B C D E F G H I J +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + 25030[M] Esquinapa .. .. .. 14.2 8.1[5] 35.6 5.5 33.3 30.8 .. + 126650[F] Papayo .. .. .. 14.7 8.2[5] 38.3 5.4 35.1 32.4 + 126651[F] Do. .. .. .. 14.8 7.9[5] 35.6 5.7 32.7 31.1 + 17834[M] P. Negras[6] 95 55 40 14.7 9.0[5] 37.0 5.7 33.8 32.0 15 + 17835[F] Do. 93 55 38 15.6 9.4[5] 37.5 6.0 35.4 32.2 15 + 17836[F] Do. 94 55 39 14.3 8.4[5] 37.6 6.0 34.5 32.7 15 + 32112[M] J. Carranza[7] 94 53 41 14.5 8.9[5] 38.2 5.0 35.1 33.8 16 + 32113[M] Do. 94 57 37 14.2 8.0[5] 36.5 5.3 34.9 32.7 16 + 32114[M] Do. 90 53 37 .... ... 37.0 5.1 34.2 33.0 16 +88.8.8.18[F][8] Teapa .. 46 39 15.6 8.0 38.6 6.2 34.8 33.0 + 100231[F][9] Montecristo 99 56 44 15.4 9.6 37.0 6.0 .... .... + Average 94 53.8 39.4 14.8 8.6 37.2 5.6 34.4 32.4 15.5 +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +[Note 5: Measured on the dried skin.] + +[Note 6: 20 km. WNW Piedras Negras.] + +[Note 7: 20 km. ENE Jesus Carranza.] + +[Note 8: Type of _Myotis lucifugus fortidens_; measurements after Miller +and Allen, Bull. U. S. Nat. Mus., 144:100, 101, May 25, 1928.] + +[Note 9: Type of _Pipistrellus cinnamomeus_ Miller 1902.] + +28-1545 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34433.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34433.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a340118ceb42e74eb02c05324efe3d4f09c2dfe3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34433.txt @@ -0,0 +1,564 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Chris Curnow, Emmy, and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made +available by Internet Archive (http://www.archive.org) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original lovely illustrations, + many of which are in color. + See 34433-h.htm or 34433-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/34433/pg34433-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/34433/34433-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. 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CALDECOTT'S PICTURE BOOK + +(No. 2) + +CONTAINING + +THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN +SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE +THE QUEEN OF HEARTS +THE FARMER'S BOY + + + + + + +[Illustration] + +London +Frederick Warne and Co., Ltd. +and New York +Printed in Great Britain + + + + +THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +The THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN. + + + IT'S of three jovial huntsmen, an' a hunting they did go; + An' they hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' they blew their horns also + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + + An' one said, "Mind yo'r e'en, an' keep yo'r noses reet i' th' wind + An' then, by scent or seet, we'll leet o' summat to our mind." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the first thing they did find + Was a tatter't boggart, in a field, an' that they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said it was a boggart, an' another he said "Nay; + It's just a ge'man-farmer, that has gone an' lost his way." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find + Was a gruntin', grindin' grindlestone, an' that they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said it was a grindlestone, another he said "Nay; + It's nought but an' owd fossil cheese, that somebody's roll't away." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find + Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an' that, too, they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said it was a bull-calf, an' another he said "Nay; + It's just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find + Was a two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay; + They're no' but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find + Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an' that, too, they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said it was a fat pig, but another he said "Nay; + It's just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find + Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind. + Look ye there! + + One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay; + They're two poor wanderin' lunatics--come, let us go away." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + So they hunted, and they hollo'd, till the setting of the sun; + An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'-day was done. + Look ye there! + + Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay; + But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day." + Look ye there! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE + +[Illustration] + + SING a Song for Sixpence, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + A Pocketful + +[Illustration] + + of Rye; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds + +[Illustration] + + Baked + +[Illustration] + + in a Pie. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When the Pie was opened, + The Birds began to sing; + Was not that + +[Illustration] + + a dainty Dish + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + To set before the King? + + The King was in + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + his Counting-house, + +[Illustration] + + Counting out his Money. + +[Illustration] + + The Queen was in + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + the Parlour, + +[Illustration] + + Eating Bread and Honey. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The Maid was in + +[Illustration] + + the Garden, + +[Illustration] + + Hanging out the Clothes; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + There came a little Blackbird, + +[Illustration] + + And snapped off her Nose + +[Illustration] + + But there came a Jenny Wren + and popped it on again. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE QUEEN OF HEARTS + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE QUEEN OF HEARTS. + +[Illustration] + + + THE Queen of Hearts, + She made some Tarts, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + All on a Summer's Day: + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The Knave of Hearts, + He stole those Tarts, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + And took them right away. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The King of Hearts, + Called for those Tarts, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + And beat the Knave full sore: + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + The Knave of Hearts, + Brought back those Tarts, + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + And vowed he'd steal no more + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE FARMER'S BOY + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Farmer's Boy. + + +[Illustration] + + WHEN I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's HORSES, + With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there, + And here a GEE, and there a GEE, + And everywhere a GEE; + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's LAMBS, + With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there, + And here a BAA, and there a BAA, + And everywhere a BAA; + With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there, + And here a GEE, and there a GEE, + And everywhere a GEE; + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's HENS, + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there, + And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK, + And everywhere a CHUCK; + With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there, + And here a BAA, and there a BAA, + And everywhere a BAA; + With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there, + &c., &c., &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's PIGS, + With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there, + And here a GRUNT, and there a GRUNT, + And everywhere a GRUNT; + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there, + And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK, + And everywhere a CHUCK; + With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there, + &c., &c., &c. + With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there, + &c., &c., &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's DUCKS, + With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there, + And here a QUACK, and there a QUACK, + And everywhere a QUACK; + With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there, + &c., &c., &c. + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c. + With a BAA-BAA here, &c. + With a GEE-WO here, &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's DOGS, + With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there, + And here a BOW, and there a WOW, + And everywhere a WOW; + With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there, + &c., &c., &c. + With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c. + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c. + With a BAA-BAA here, &c. + With a GEE-WO here, &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy, + I used to keep my master's CHILDREN, + With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there, + And here a SHOUT, and there a POUT, + And everywhere a SHOUT; + With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there, + &c., &c., &c. + With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c. + With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c. + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c. + With a BAA-BAA here, &c. + With a GEE-WO here, &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy + I used to keep my master's TURKEYS, + With a GOBBLE-GOBBLE here, and a GOBBLE-GOBBLE there, + And here a GOBBLE, and there a GOBBLE; + And everywhere a GOBBLE; + With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there, + &c., &c., &c. + With a BOW-WOW here, &c. + With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c. + With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c. + With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c. + With a BAA-BAA here, &c. + With a GEE-WO here, &c. + Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh? + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34438.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34438.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e3ea54058d389ab11b95d3f1ba11c2d546fb1c53 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34438.txt @@ -0,0 +1,219 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Patrick Hopkins and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +- Illustration captions in {brackets} have been added by the transcriber +for reader convenience. + + * * * * * + + + + + [Illustration: THE TROUBLES OF BIDDY + {Girl playing with ducklings.}] + + No. 25 + + + + + [Illustration: The Troubles of Biddy + {Chicken, duckling, and duck.}] + + + A Pretty Little Story + by Isabel Byrum + DRAWINGS BY MARGARET EVANS PRICE + [Illustration: {Logo.}] + + + COPYRIGHT 1917 BY STECHER LITHO. CO., ROCHESTER, N. Y. "MADE IN USA" + + + + +The Troubles of Biddy + + + "Oh dear," sighed old Biddy, just under her breath, + "I really am troubled and worried to death! + For months I have thought of a family, dear, + To gladden my heart, and to live with me here. + + "But daily I find that my plans are upset, + And all I can do is to sit here and fret-- + I haven't a sign of an egg in my nest, + Though some I have laid are as good as the best. + + "I scolded last night when my mistress came near, + But though she was bitten, she seemed not to fear; + She only said, 'Biddy, what are you about?' + And then through the doorway she simply passed out. + + [Illustration: {Girl gathering eggs.}] + + "I don't understand it; I cannot see why; + For surely to be a good mother I'd try; + Although I would see that they did as I said!" + And Biddy, in sorrow and grief hung her head. + + [Illustration: {Girl with eggs next to nest.}] + + [Illustration: {Girl placing eggs in nest.}] + + So deep was the longing of poor Biddy's heart, + She felt that with life she was ready to part; + But glancing about in her trouble and pain + She saw that her mistress was coming again; + + And noting the basket she held in her hand + Old Biddy thought quickly "she can't understand," + And "what is she doing?" exclaimed in surprise; + For out of the nest Biddy felt herself rise. + + As Biddy stood resting her poor weary legs, + She saw that the basket contained shining eggs; + And mistress with care placed them all in the nest + For Biddy to snuggle beneath her warm breast. + + Now Biddy was happy; her burden was gone, + Her troubles had vanished, she felt she had none: + And, planning away in her little straw bed, + No thoughts of complaining came into her head. + + [Illustration: {Girl feeding hen in nest.}] + + [Illustration: {Shed.}] + + She looked from the window each morning at dawn, + And pictures of rapture were constantly drawn, + For, out on the lawn near a little old shed, + Were dishes and troughs where the chickens were fed. + + And Biddy thought wisely, "These things I shall use; + The largest and neatest are what I shall choose." + But never a thought did this wise mother take + Of danger, or trouble, in St. Mary's lake. + + How happy she was when the first sounds were heard, + And the bright downy heads her soft feathers stirred! + "But what is the matter with each little nose?" + She said in amazement, "And what ails their toes?" + + "They are not like chickens at all, I am sure! + I wonder whatever such strange things will cure?" + And Biddy once more was in trouble most deep; + For none of her children could really say peep. + + [Illustration: {Girl picks up duckling from nest.}] + + [Illustration: {Girl pumps water into pond for ducklings.}] + + "I think that my babes for a walk ought to go;" + One morning said Biddy, "I'll lead them just so; + I'll watch every minute lest danger arise: + For they'll not be safe when from under my eyes." + + At the word every downy ball hustled about, + And ere Biddy knew it, they all had jumped out + Of the nest, and were darting about in the sun, + For bugs, and for grass blades, and simply for fun. + + Biddy watched for a time and then softly said, + "I ought to be dusting my feathers and head;" + So off to the roadside she hastily went, + And there in the soft sand, a few moments spent. + + [Illustration: {Girl kisses duckling.}] + + [Illustration: {Girl feeds ducklings.}] + + What was it made Biddy's heart quiver and leap? + It wasn't the sound of a young chicken's peep-- + But the splashing of water and flutt'ring of wings-- + And leaving the road side she screamed, "Of all things!" + + Her babies were all in the watering trough, + Regardless of sickness, disease, and of cough. + "Oh dear," cried poor Biddy, "What now shall I do? + My children will drown and before my eyes too!" + + And mistress cried, "Biddy, now please don't you fear, + They simply _love_ water, and oh! aren't they dear? + I'll keep them all safe, so Biddy go 'way! + And let your poor children have freedom to play." + + [Illustration: {Girl closely holds duckling.}] + + [Illustration: {Girl plays with ducklings.}] + + Each day in the trough and the puddles they played + And off where the grass was the deepest they stayed + While Biddy would search for them, clucking for hours + Over the barnyard and in 'mong the flowers. + + The little log barn was a refuge at night + Where often poor Biddy for courage would fight; + And there, with her feathers above her young brood, + She tried to instruct them in ways to be good. + + [Illustration: {Hen and ducklings scratch for food.}] + + [Illustration: {Hen and ducklings walk in a row.}] + + Where apples were juicy and mellow, one day, + These ten naughty children were gathered to play, + When suddenly one of them, leading the band, + Said, "Come, let us travel," and there a trip planned. + + So off they all went toward the shed and the pump, + Turning out now and then for a log or a stump, + And down the steep hill where the clover bloomed bright + The little band wandered in perfect delight. + + The moment that Biddy discovered the plot + She rushed in confusion and soon reached the spot; + "Oh children, be careful!" she screamed in alarm; + "In the lake I'm sure you will meet with some harm!" + + But to cry, and protest, and urge them to come + Seemed all of no use, for they would not go home. + And Biddy exclaimed to herself in disgust, + "To stand this I cannot, and leave them I must!" + + The evening shades gathered that night in the sky; + The wind sung most softly a sweet lula-by; + But Biddy had left her dear children alone: + She found they were ducklings, and such could not own. + +The End + + + + + [Illustration: The Troubles of Biddy {Four hens sitting together.}] + + [Illustration: STECHER QUALITY MADE IN U.S.A. 261 {Logo.}] + + + + + [Illustration: THE TROUBLES OF BIDDY {Girl playing with ducklings.}] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34511.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34511.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a857cac0ec36f07a5efb392c804bdb229eed712f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34511.txt @@ -0,0 +1,345 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Josephine Paolucci +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net. + + + + + + + +UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA PUBLICATIONS + +IN + +CLASSICAL PHILOLOGY + +Vol. 5, No. 8, pp. 135-141, plates 1-11 October 13, 1920 + + + + +THE SUPPOSED AUTOGRAPHA OF JOHN THE SCOT + +BY + +EDWARD KENNARD RAND + +{Transcriber's Note: ^ and {} around a number or letter signifies +a superscript.] + + +In the fifth part of Ludwig Traube's _Palaeographische Forschungen_, +(which I had the honor of publishing after that great scholar's +death)[1] evidence was presented for Traube's apparently certain +discovery of the very handwriting of John the Scot. In manuscripts of +Reims, of Laon, and of Bamberg, he had observed certain marginal notes +which were neither omitted sections nor glosses, but rather the author's +own amplifications and embellishments of his work. Johannes had made +such additions to his _De Divisione Naturae_ in the Reims manuscript, +and they all appear in that of Bamberg. In the latter manuscript there +are fresh additions--or enlargements as I shall call them in the present +paper--which have similarly been absorbed into the text in two +manuscripts now in Paris. We thus have, in an interesting series, the +author's successive recensions of his work. One of the shorter forms is +the basis of the text published by Thomas Gale in 1681; the most +complete form was edited by H. J. Floss in 1852 from the Paris +manuscripts.[2] Though not venturing to carry out Traube's elaborate +plans for treatment of the subject, I attempted to corroborate his +belief that the notes were in the hand of Johannes. The evidence seemed +conclusive to me at the time, and was not questioned, so far as I know, +in any subsequent publication. In the summers of 1912 and 1913, however, +I examined the manuscripts of John the Scot in Paris, in Reims, in Laon, +and in Bamberg, and became convinced, most reluctantly, that his +autograph is yet to be found. I here present the chain of facts that +make this conclusion inevitable.[3] + +Let us start with the hypothesis that the marginal notes discovered by +Traube are in the hand of Johannes himself and let us support this +hypothesis until it becomes too heavy to bear. Our first document is the +Reims Manuscript 875 (= _R_) of the _De Divisione Naturae_. This is the +work of some six or seven writers, whose hands are sometimes hard to +tell apart. Though it is the briefest and hence the earliest form of the +text that I have found, it is not the original draft of the work. The +scribes could not have taken it from the author's dictation, for they +commit errors of various sorts that presuppose the existence of a text +that they were copying.[4] This text, which is as near to the original +as our present information permits us to come, I will call _O_. + +Besides making corrections and additions in their copy of _O_, the +scribes also insert marginal notes that have all the characteristics of +the author's own amplifications of his work. This fact does not militate +against our present hypothesis, if we assume that Johannes added these +marginalia, or caused them to be added, in _O_, and that the scribes of +_R_, at first forgetting to include them in the text of their new copy, +later wrote them in the margin.[5] In some cases, as we might expect, a +different ink is used. The insular hand (= _I_), which we are assuming +to be that of Johannes, corrects minor errors in these enlargements now +and then.[6] This fact is entirely in accord with our hypothesis. + +A number of enlargements omitted by the writers of the text were +supplied not by them but by special correctors, who were assigned, it +would seem, considerable portions of the manuscript to revise. +Particularly important among these wide-ranging correctors are two hands +that I will call _r^{1}_ and _r^{2}_. The former is a largish hand with +some slight traces of Insular habits.[7] _r^{2}_ is very similar, and +indeed may be merely a smaller variety of _r^{1}_. In the specimen that +I have reproduced, as is true of both _r^{1}_ and _r^{2}_ elsewhere, +correction by _I_ may be observed.[8] In all, I detected, or thought I +detected, five or six correcting hands, which sometimes supplement +stretches of text written by others, sometimes supplement their own +text, and, in all the cases under discussion, add notes of the author +which were evidently in the margin of _O_. It is sometimes hard to be +sure whether _r_ is the text-hand or not. The point is not vitally +important. The main fact is that several different kinds of correcting +hand make, either in their own texts or in those of others, the kind of +additions or enlargements with which we are specially concerned. +However, as we have seen, we can still retain our hypothesis by +supposing that _I_ is the hand of Johannes, while r represents various +correctors who copied from _O_ enlargements added there by Johannes or +at his direction. + +But we have now to note an intimate connection between _I_ and _r_. They +collaborate on the same notes. Plate V (fol. 285^{v}) shows us an +enlargement that begins in the hand (= _r^{3}_) that writes the text. It +extends through _substantiam_ (1.3), then is succeeded by _I_ (_ex +his--horum est_), then returns (_Ibi--superans_), and finally gives way +to _I_ once more (_dum--esse_). The interesting possibility and +enlargements taken from _O_. Possibly two or more stages are represented +by _O_, _r_ starting with an earlier, and _I_ supplementing from a more +complete form--but into that _terra incognita_ of fresh hypothesis we +need not enter. _I_'s procedure, at any rate, seems exactly like that of +_r_. Thus his practice of calling in a variety of _r_ to complete a note +too large for the space is paralleled by _r^{4}_, the writer of the text +on fol. 231^{v} (Plate II), who uses up a legitimate amount of his +margin and then has _r^{5}_ finish it, with signs of references, on the +following page. The latter scribe uses a finer hand, and has no +difficulty in completing the note with a decent margin to spare.[9] + +Surely in the scribal play illustrated in Plate V, _I_ is acting more +like a fellow-worker than the author of the work. Likewise on another +page, we note corrections and minor enlargements by the text-hand, then +similar changes by _I_, and, finally, corrections of _I_ by the +text-hand.[10] If Johannes wished to change _cogitationes_ to +_operationes_, it is strange that he did not do it himself rather than +beckon to some scribe to insert the word; another correction, _nisi_, +added above the line, is made in the hand of _I_. In short, _r_ and _I_ +are two different scribes collaborating on what would appear to be a +rather difficult original or set of originals. + +Moreover, if _I_ is Johannes, he does not understand his own text. In +_De Divisione Naturae_ i. 49 (Migne _P.L._ cxxii, 491 A) we read: + + Omnium hominum una eademque [Greek: ousia] est. Omnes enim + unam participant essentiam, ac per hoc, quia omnibus + communis est, nullius proprie est. Corpus autem commune + omnium hominum non est. Nam unusquisque suum proprium + possidet corpus, non et [Greek: ousian]. Igitur communis + est, et corpus commune non est. + +This passage forms part of one of the enlargements of _I_. In it he +writes _omnis_ for _omnes_, and _Non et [Greek: ousiae] igitur communis +est_ for _non et [Greek: ousian]. Igitur communis est_. These are +understandable errors for any scribe, but not for the author of the +work, to make. Others occur elsewhere in the Insular hand; I have not +recorded many, but I made no systematic search. + +We now come to the most startling consideration of all, namely, that +_there are two varieties of insular script in the book_. The first +variety, which I will now call _i^{1}_, is exhibited in all the plates +thus far presented. It is loose, pointed, flowing, with few +abbreviations or ligatures specially characteristic of Irish script. +With only one or two exceptions, it uses a _d_ with a curved shaft. The +other variety (_i^{2}_), as Plate X (fol. 106) shows, is at once more +compact and regular, and more cursive, with more of the specifically +Irish traits; it has a straight-shafted _d_. Furthermore, the two hands +appear in different portions of the manuscript. _i^{1}_ is confined to +foll. 1-80^{v} (= quires I-X) and foll. 113-318^{v} (= quires XV-XLI), +while _i^{2}_ appears only in foll. 81-112^{v} (= quires XI-XIV) and +foll. 319-358 (= quires XLII-XLVI). In the sections corrected by +_i^{2}_, we note the same features as in the other parts. _i^{2}_ +inserts many long enlargements and makes many minor corrections. He is +supplemented in one of his own enlargements by _r^{2}_.[11] On another +page, he is corrected by _r^{2}_, or possibly the text-hand.[12] + +Our last resort, if we are still to look for the autograph of John the +Scot in the various hands of Reims, is to suppose that, if not _i^{1}_, +it is _i^{2}_. This is indeed the hand that Traube believed was the +author's; it happened that almost all of the photographs taken for +Traube contain enlargements by _i^{2}_ and not by _i^{1}_. Yet if +_i^{2}_ is Johannes, why does that hand never correct the sections +assigned to _i^{1}_? Of the two, _i^{1}_ seems more free, more +individual, more like an author's, unless that author be also a +calligraphist. But if we imagine that _i^{1}_ is Johannes, why does he +never appear in the sections assigned to _i^{2}_? + +Our chain of evidence draws us to the conclusion that neither _i^{1}_ +nor _i^{2}_ is Johannes, but that both are scribes employed by him, +together with others, to correct and enlarge the manuscripts of his +works. The two Insular writers were very possibly the most important of +his workmen, for he entrusted most of the revision to them. Their task +was done in intimate cooperation with the other scribes. They would call +them in to finish their notes if considerations of space demanded, or, +now and then, merely to indulge in a pastime of alternate writing. +Perhaps it was the difficulty of deciphering the original that induced a +scribe to appeal more frequently than usual for help from a +fellow-craftsman. I have confined my discussion to the manuscript 875 of +Reims, but the two Insular hands appear also in the manuscripts of +Bamberg and of Laon.[13] + +After all is said and done, the great value of Traube's discovery +remains. It is positive that the enlargements in the manuscripts were +made at the direction of the author himself. They present to the modern +editor of the _De Divisione Naturae_ the fascinating task of +distinguishing the different revisions, and of following the growth of +the subject in Johannes' mind. The best way, I believe, would be to +print on the left-hand page the enlarged form of the text, for that is +the form in which the author wished his work to be known to posterity. +On the right-hand page, the briefest form, the nearest approach to his +original draft, might be given, with indication, in the critical +apparatus, of the successive stages by which the final text was reached. +Possibly further research may reveal _O_, or even the hand of Johannes +himself. For the present, we at least have accessible--if the contents +of the libraries of Reims and of Laon are accessible--the material for +preparing a highly accurate and well-nigh unique edition of one of the +masterpieces of medieval philosophy. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] In Abh. d. k. b. Akad. d. Wiss., philos.-philol. u. hist. Classe, +Muenchen, XXVI (1912). + +[2] In Migne, _Patrologia Latina_, vol. 122 (1865). + +[3] I have confined my illustrations almost entirely to passages +exhibited in the plates. I have notes of many other examples quite as +pertinent, but do not include them here, believing that those presented +amply prove my point. + +[4] For an example, see Plate I (fol. 273). In the last regular line of +the page, after writing _caelestis essentiae particeps est_, the scribe +first omitted the words _de die--caelestis essentiae particeps est_ (an +exceedingly easy haplography) and then added them, with signs of +reference, in the margin immediately below. As the error is one of sight +and not of hearing, he must have had a text before him. + +[5] Plate II (fol. 231^{v}) contains a striking instance. After the +citation of St. Basil, the author bethinks him of another possible +interpretation of his words (_An aliud ex uerbis ipsius--intelligendum_) +and sets it forth in the enlargement. It is not probable, I believe, +that the author dictated this forthwith to the scribe. As the existence +of _O_ has been proved, it is more natural to assume that the +enlargement had already been inserted there. + +[6] E.g., fol. 59 (I have no photograph). The added _quodam_ in l.10 of +fol. 231 (Plate II) is not by _I_. See below, note 10. _Ut arbitror_ in +the right margin seems exactly the thing that an author tucks in when +revising and qualifying his work. But see below p. 138. + +[7] Plate III contains a specimen (fol. 64). At first this hand looks +like that of the text, but it is really different. The corrections are, +I believe, by _r^{1}_ himself. They had been made in _O_, I infer, but +at first were not observed by _r^{1}_. The heading _De agere et pati_ is +by a hand of the thirteenth century or later (= _h_). + +[8] See Plate IV (fol. 15). As in the previous specimen, this hand is +similar to that of the text, but not identical with it. The hand _h_ +adds three headings. + +[9] Fol. 232 (Plate VIII). _r^{5}_ then collated the work of _r^{4}_ +with _O_, adding _quodam_ in l.10, and perhaps correcting +_consequentius_ to _consequentias_ in l.12. + +[10] Fol. 58^{v} (Plate IX). + +[11] See fol. 81, Plate XI (= Plate I in _Pal. Forsch._). + +[12] Fol. 106 (Plate X). + +[13] For _i^{2}_ in the Bamberg MS, see _Pal. Forsch._, Plates III-VIII. +For _i^{1}_ in the Laon MS, see _Pal. Forsch._, Plate X. + + + + +PLATES + + + Plate I. Fol. 273. + + Plate II. Fol. 231^{v}. + + Plate III. Fol. 64. + + Plate IV. Fol. 15. + + Plate V. Fol. 285^{v}. + + Plate VI. Fol. 49. + + Plate VII. Fol. 56. + + Plate VIII. Fol. 232. + + Plate IX. Fol. 58^{v}. + + Plate X. Fol. 106. + + Plate XI. Fol. 81 (= _Pal. Forsch._, Plate I). + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 1] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 2] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 3] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 4] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 5] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 6] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 7] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 8] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 9] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 10] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLATE 11] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34557.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34557.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e266d1b830144e5c9b44a8443d6c0d13d21535cd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34557.txt @@ -0,0 +1,193 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Michael Gray, Diocese of San Jose + + + + + + + + +HAPPINESS IN PURGATORY. + + Published April, 1897, + + in + + THE CATHOLIC WORLD + + A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science + + + +HAPPINESS IN PURGATORY. + +IT may be said of Purgatory that if it did not exist it would have to be +created, so eminently is it in accord with the dictates of reason and +common sense. The natural instinct of travellers at their journey's end +is to seek for rest and change of attire. Some are begrimed with mud, +others have caught the dust of a scorching summer day; the heat or cold +or damp of the journey has told upon them and their attire. Perhaps, +even, the way has made them weary unto sickness, and they crave for an +interval of absolute repose. + +Travellers from earth, covered with the mud and dust of its long road, +could never wish to enter the banquet-room of eternity in their +travel-stained garments. "Take me away!" cried Gerontius to his angel. +It was a cry of anguish as well as desire, for Gerontius, blessed soul +though he is, could not face heaven just as earth had left him. He has +the true instinct of the traveller at his journey's end. Dust, rust, and +the moth have marked their presence, and even the oddities and +eccentricities of earthly pilgrimage must be obliterated before the home +of eternity can be entered. _De mortuis nil nisi bonum_ is interpreted, +nothing short of heaven for those who have crossed the bourne. But, if +the heavenly gates are thrown open to the travellers all weary and +footsore, "not having on a nuptial garment," no heterogeneous meeting +here on earth could compete with the gathering of disembodied spirits +from its four quarters. It is human ignorance alone which canonizes all +the departed, and insists on a direct passage from time to heaven. The +canonization is not ratified in heaven, because heaven would not exist +if it took place. The Beatific Vision is incompatible with the shadow of +imperfection. To act as if it were belongs to the same order of things +as rending the garment of Christian unity. + +Purgatory makes heaven, in the sense that heaven would not be possible +for men without it. As well might we try to reach a far-off planet, +which is absolutely removed from our sphere, an unknown quantity, though +a fact science does not dispute. Heaven without Purgatory is a far-off +planet which must ever remain beyond our touch and ken, for it would be +easier that we in our present condition should traverse space than that +the sinner should see God face to face. + +The vestibule of heaven, in which souls tarry in order to make their +preparations, and to be prepared for the feast of eternity, can scarcely +be an abode of pure suffering. Heart and mind, as they exist in the +_anima separata_--that is, understanding and love--are at rest. On earth +mind and heart are the source of the greatest pain as well as the +greatest joy. The severest pain of body may be accompanied by happiness +and a mind at rest, whereas remorse makes life unbearable. Hidden +criminals at large have not unfrequently given themselves up to justice +in order to arrive at peace by a public execution, that being the +penalty demanded by their tortured conscience. Death, however +ignominious, rather than remorse--the backbite of inwit, in the quaint +language of our forefathers. Remorse is not in the organs of sense, but +a purely intellectual operation, proper to man. It cannot be softened by +worldly prosperity or riches, fame or success. On the other hand, a good +conscience is a well-spring of happiness, be the outward circumstances +of a man's life what they may. Bodily pain would add to the torture of +remorse, just as it might deaden the joy of a good conscience, _per +accidens_, as theologians say. Conjointly with the mind, the heart +causes the keenest sufferings and the deepest joys of human life, joys +and sufferings which are acted upon in the same way indirectly by pain +of body. A severe toothache, for instance, quickens the pangs of +remorse, whilst it deadens joy proceeding either from the intellect or +the heart. It would madden a bride on her wedding morning, without in +reality affecting her happiness. The root of both joy and grief is in +the soul, not in the body. Conscience is the "worm which never +dieth"--that is, hell, the torment created by man himself for his own +punishment. The same applies to Purgatory, as far as conscience has been +sinned against. The soul has created its own torment, but in Purgatory +the fires die out because they deal with the _anima separata_, never +with the senses. In each case the nature of the fire, which may not be +material and is exercised on spirits, must remain mysterious to us. At +least we can understand it by analogy. Remorse in the tortured soul of a +murderer is sufficient to destroy the prosperous and pampered life of +the body. Intensify it by the measure of eternity, and it may alone +constitute hell. That is probably what theologians mean when they say +that the fire of hell and that of Purgatory are identical. What fire is +to the body, that burning sorrow is to the spirit, who sees things in +their true light, and weighs lost opportunities in the balance of the +next world. + +By sorrow and love earth shows us the material, to speak in human +language, out of which Purgatory is made. The pangs of remorse deaden +the most intense bodily pain, and the power of love does more than +render hard things sweet. _Many waters cannot quench charity, neither +can the floods drown it_, says the voice of love in the Canticles. +Whether human or divine, it is as a burning fire, which consumes all +minor cares. I will not deal with passion, but with love in its noblest +form and expression; the love, for instance, of a mother, or of a wife, +or of an affianced bride. Earth has nothing better in the natural order +than disinterested affection, a foreshadowing of Purgatory as much as +the torture of remorse. Sin will not be there, neither will +money-making; love will be the coin of the realm. _Non subtrahuntur +deliciæ sed mutantur_. As the action of purification is perfected, each +human intelligence in Purgatory will be more and more fixed on God. The +soul disengaged from the senses will learn all the more promptly the +lesson of Purgatory, if it has not been learnt here, the perfect love of +God. There is joy in suffering under these conditions, a joy which makes +pain acceptable. A _promessa sposa_ will be patient with sudden illness, +and racking pain, if they promise to be temporary. She can afford to be +so as long as her heart is fixed on the wedding day. The _sposo_, indeed, +may weary of a sick affianced bride, and court another. This can happen +in human things, but never in Purgatory. The souls there are fixed on +the Unchangeable One, who can never prove them false; so be the +suffering what it may, they can afford to bide his time, secure that the +reward of their heart's long watching will never pass away. Their +wedding day is far removed from the vicissitudes of earth, and the +fever-tossed brides may suffer in perfect peace. + +On earth it is more difficult to unlearn than to learn afresh, and it +must be feared that to the great majority Purgatory is an unlearning. +The idols, the false standards of the world must be swept away. In the +first instant of eternity the soul has an intuitive perception of her +errors. It may be likened to arrival in a foreign land, of which the +language has been badly learnt at home. English-French will serve as a +comparison. It is very soon proved to be no French at all. The foreigner +immediately says: "I am all wrong. I must begin again." He had much +better have learnt no French--at least his professor will think so--for +he has to unlearn more than he learns, his expressions, his quantities, +his pronunciation. Fully aware as he now is of his shortcomings, the +work of imparting real knowledge will take time. + +We say that knowledge is power. In Purgatory it is love; and who can +call the process of arriving at it all painful, even if accompanied by +torments? It is the burst of eternal day, coming gradually to those who +ascend the steep mountain-side of Purgatory. + +In it, as in the Father's house, there are many mansions. Whilst the +saint may be punished with the pain of loss only, the sinner may be +racked with fiery torments, "saved yet so as by fire." Whatever the +"mansion," the suffering proceeds from the same cause, varying in +degree: remorse for the past, love of God in the present. That which on +earth causes our torture and our joy is prolonged in Purgatory, with +this difference: _Here_ our minds and hearts are unquiet because they +are not fixed on God: _there_ knowledge and love will be first +established on their true centre, and then perfected. + +There is one single and unique instance of purgatory on earth--not +purgatory in the loose sense in which the expression is often used. +Suffering by itself is not synonymous with Purgatory. There must be the +absolute certainty of heaven, which has been given only once. _Amen, +Amen, I say to thee, this day shalt thou be with me in paradise_. The +word was spoken by our Lord himself to one in fearful torture and +ignominy. Was the good thief conscious of pain with that divine promise +ringing in his dying ears? It may well be doubted. + +He has spoken the same word to each of the holy souls: "Thou shalt be +with me in paradise"; and they are so moulded to his will that his hour +is theirs. They long to hear _this day_, but the security of Our Lord's +promise tempers their suffering and puts it far above all pains and +sorrows of earth. Who would not submit to be crucified, if _To-day thou +shalt be with me in paradise_ were the reward? Yet a state of +crucifixion and perfect security is that of the souls whose blessedness +exceeds their torments. + +These thoughts may possibly suggest comfort to some who confuse +suffering with unhappiness. They are not synonymous. Let us rather think +of the holy souls as in the condition of the good thief. If they are +suffering the torments of crucifixion they have heard the word which is +to be their joy through eternity: _Thou shalt be with me in paradise!_ + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34586.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34586.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ebe34666d16a02ed6d0becd1a6627f2de0d4040e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34586.txt @@ -0,0 +1,275 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Rose Mawhorter and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + Production Notes: + Pg 8. The word 'is' has been changed to the word 'as' in line 2. + Pg 8. The spelling of the word 'layed' has been retained. + + + A TREATISE + + --ON-- + + GRAIN STACKING + + GIVING + + Instructions how to Properly Stack all + kinds of Grain, so as to preserve in + the best possible manner for + Threshing and Market. + + + BY + JOHN N. DELAMATER. + + + NORWALK, O.: + The Norwalk Chronicle Print. + 1884. + + + + + Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1884, + By JOHN N. DELAMATER, + In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D.C. + + + + +PREFACE + + +So far as I am aware, this is an untried field of labor--a pioneer work +which I have had under consideration for the last fifteen years; during +which time the closest attention has been given to details of building, +and careful observations made on results, when the stacks were being +taken down. + +JOHN N. DELAMATER. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TREATISE ON GRAIN STACKING. + +[Illustration] + + +PLACING FOUNDATION. + +If convenient, make a foundation of rails, by placing three rails about +four and one-half feet apart and parallel, and then add half or two +thirds the length of a rail to each, and cover by laying rails +crossways, and finish by laying a large rail or post in the center +lengthways. + +This will form a foundation large enough for ten or twelve large loads. +If rails, poles or boards cannot be had for an entire foundation, +endeavor to get something to support the heads of a few center sheaves; +for if sheaves are set on end to commence a stack, the middle is apt to +settle too much. + + +COMMENCING TO BUILD. + +On the rail foundation, lay around the center in the form of an ellipse, +with the heads lapping well across the center rail; lap half and +continue to lay towards the outside until foundation is covered. Now +commence at the outside and lay a course around, neither laying out or +drawing in, except to correct any little error that may occur in the +elliptical form of the stack; complete the courses to the center, but +don't fill the middle too full; if the outside is lower than the middle, +lay a double course around outside; keep your stack _flat_--full as high +at outside as center; build the first load straight up, neither laying +out or drawing in, if the stack is to contain ten or twelve loads; if +eight or nine, lay the last course out a little. + + +LAYING OUT. + +If the stack is flat and as near an ellipse as the eye can judge, +laying out and keeping the stack properly balanced will be very easy. +Drive alternate loads on opposite sides of the stack: this will help to +keep the stack properly balanced. If the eye detects a place that seems +to be lower than the general level, it will be found that it was caused +by laying out more there than at other points; to remedy this defect, +draw in the next outside course at the low point six, eight or ten +inches, according to the depression. The greater the depression, the +more it should be drawn in, and the next inside course at the low point +should be shoved out nearly to the buts of the outside course, then +continue to build as though nothing had happened. If a high place should +be observed, the next outside course should be laid farther out, and +inside course at this point drawn well in. Glance frequently over the +stack and see if the outside presents the appearance of an ellipse, and +keep a sharp lookout for high and low spots. If the middle is too full, +the outside will slip out, and an undesirable job of propping will +begin. Put in two thirds of what is intended for the stack before +commencing to draw in. Don't let a stack stand over night at this stage +if it can be avoided, but put on the next two loads as quickly as +possible, for the outside of the stack will settle rapidly. + + +FILLING THE MIDDLE. + +Lay a tier of bundles through the center half the length of the stack, +alternating heads and buts, then lay a course around with the heads +lapping across the middle tier; now another tier through the center, and +two courses around it; then another tier at center and courses around, +until the center is three or four feet higher than the outside of the +stack, and the last course layed laps half way from head to band on the +outside course of the stack. It will be seen that while building the +main part of the stack, the courses were laid from outside to center, +and while filling the middle or putting in the stuffing, the courses are +laid from center towards outside. Now commence outside, lay a course, +heads out, half way from band to but on outside course, then turn buts +out, lap half and lay to center; then lay a course around outside, +neither laying out or drawing in. + +Now comes a point that should not be overlooked: Lay a course, buts +out, lapping half way from heads to band on outside course; then lap +half and lay to center. + +The reason for laying the buts of second course half way from heads to +band is to give the buts of the next outside course above a chance to +rest firmly on the course below, leaving no unoccupied space; if the +buts of second course were laid out to the band of outside course, then +the next outside course above, being drawn in, would rest one-third of +the way from band to but, on the buts of the course below, leaving a +space for rain to drive in and wet the stack. Draw in outside course +rapidly; lay buts of second course half way from head to band on outside +course as long as stack top is large enough; keep middle well piled up. + +A stack can be drawn in very rapidly, without danger of taking in water +from a protracted rain, even if the outside of the stack grows green, no +sheaf will be found wet above the band, and the middle of stack dry, for +the buts of outside course will form a thatch roof to protect the stack. + +The placing of a few top bundles is a matter of small importance. If a +stack has been properly built it will receive but little injury if top +bundles should blow off. A strand or two of wire, with sticks or stones +at the ends to weight them down, will usually hold the top in place. + + +RECAPITULATION. + +The first load being built straight up and flat on top forms a firm and +secure base on which to build the upper structure. + +Laying out or putting in the bulge is the most important part of the +stack, for it contains the greater part of the grain; by laying out and +keeping the stack _flat_, the work can be done rapidly, and when the +stack settles the buts will hang down, for there is nothing to hold them +up. + +Filling the middle corresponds to putting rafters on a building to +support the roof. + + +SUGGESTIONS. + +I have found in the course of a long experience, that a foundation +eleven or twelve feet wide and eighteen or twenty feet long, and a stack +built in the form of an ellipse, and so as to contain ten or twelve +large loads, to be the most convenient and economical. Grain can be put +into a stack of this size much more rapidly than in small stacks. If a +stack is built much larger it will require more labor to pass the +bundles across the stack, and will have to be carried much higher before +it is topped out, which takes time and hard work. + +The elliptical form I have found the best; with a load driven to the +side of the stack, the pitcher is never very far from the stacker; the +stack is easily kept balanced, and at threshing time the grain is +readily got to the machine. In a round stack of the same size, the +stacker gets farther away from the pitcher, and it requires more skill +to keep a round stack properly balanced; but if a round stack, after it +is finished and settled, looks like an egg standing erect on the large +end, that is good enough; it will not take water, and looks well, too. A +square stack, or one with corners, is easily kept balanced, but in +turning the corners there is too much fullness at the heads of the +bundles, and when the stack settles there will usually be a sag on each +side to catch water. + +Two stakes, one eight and the other ten rods away, and in line with the +center of foundation, will sometimes assist the stacker in keeping his +stack well balanced, for at a glance he can tell whether the center is +in line with the stakes. A man may build, as his fancy dictates, either +round, elliptical or square, but in _all_, the same general principles +_must_ be observed--the lower part of the stack built straight up; put +in a bulge which settles down around and nearly conceals the lower part, +leaving the center of the bulge high; filling the middle to support the +center of the top. These are the principles on which good stacking +depends. If a man gets them well fixed in his mind and discards the idea +that he must keep the middle full from the ground up, he will have but +little damaged grain, even in the very worst of seasons. + + * * * * * + +A boy to hand bundles is usually more damage than good until a stack is +half built, and then he should not be allowed to stand on outside +course. If practical, drive alternate loads on opposite sides of the +stack; this is very desirable, but if, from the nature of surroundings, +it is necessary to drive all on one side, draw the top of the stack over +a foot or two towards the side where the unloading is done; the +opposite side will settle considerably the most, which will leave the +stack straight up. + + +FANCY STACKING. + +For a pyramid stack, build as usual up to within two or three rounds of +where drawing in commences, then draw in a little at center of sides and +ends to bring the curves to straight lines; keep the corners well out, +observing the form of a rectangle in filling the middle, and finish to +top. + +For a gothic stack, build an ordinary one until commencing to draw in, +then draw in the oval corners and build center of sides and ends +straight up. For an X stack draw in sides and ends; build center +straight up. These stacks look very ornamental on a premium farm and +will save well, but take more time to build than ordinary stack tops. + + +SAMPLE STACK. + +With some, the idea seems to prevail, that the middle of the stack +should be kept full from the ground up. With the center high enough to +protect the stack after it is settled, it is impossible to lay out or +even build straight up, for the outside sheaves are constantly slipping +out, and the process of building rendered slow and tiresome, and when +the stack is completed and settled, it will usually be found that the +center has gone down so much and the outside so little, that the butts +of the sheaves stick up and form excellent conductors to wet the stack. + +Usually at harvest the country is full of good stackers, and if, between +that time and threshing, there is little or no rain, they live through +and there is a good supply next year; but if, between stacking and +threshing, a protracted rain occurs, vast multitudes are drowned, so +that, at threshing time, but few good stackers are found alive. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Treatise on Grain Stacking, by John DeLamater + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34588.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34588.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..268f3806916425e0c79c9505b5906e5bcbc7c823 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34588.txt @@ -0,0 +1,675 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Rose Mawhorter and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + Production Notes: + All obvious punctuation errors have been corrected. + Pg. 22. A period was removed from the end of the title to conform to + the pattern of the other title pages. + + + * * * * * + + + + + SOME OF AESOP'S FABLES + + WITH + + MODERN INSTANCES + + + [Illustration] + + + SOME OF + + AESOP'S FABLES + + WITH + + MODERN INSTANCES + + SHEWN IN DESIGNS + + BY + + RANDOLPH CALDECOTT + + FROM NEW TRANSLATIONS BY ALFRED CALDECOTT, M.A. + + THE ENGRAVINGS BY J.D. COOPER + + + London + MACMILLAN AND CO. + 1883 + + + _Printed by_ R. & R. CLARK, _Edinburgh_. + + + + + INDEX. + + + NUMBER PAGE + + I. THE FOX AND THE CROW 1 + + II. THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN 5 + + III. THE FISHERMAN AND THE LITTLE FISH 9 + + IV. THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES 13 + + V. THE COPPERSMITH AND HIS PUPPY 17 + + VI. THE FROGS DESIRING A KING 21 + + VII. THE DOG AND THE WOLF 25 + + VIII. THE STAG LOOKING INTO THE WATER 29 + + IX. THE FROGS AND THE FIGHTING BULLS 33 + + X. THE LION AND OTHER BEASTS 37 + + XI. THE FOX AND THE STORK 41 + + XII. THE HORSE AND THE STAG 45 + + XIII. THE COCK AND THE JEWEL 49 + + XIV. THE ASS, THE LION, AND THE COCK 53 + + XV. THE WOLF AND THE LAMB 57 + + XVI. THE MAN AND HIS TWO WIVES 61 + + XVII. THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL 65 + + XVIII. THE EAGLE AND THE FOX 69 + + XIX. THE OX AND THE FROG 73 + + XX. THE HAWK CHASING THE DOVE 77 + + + + +NOTE. + + +Sixteen of these Twenty Fables have been handed down to us in a Greek +form: for these Halm's text has been used. As to the other four--Number +IX. is from Phaedrus, and retains a flavour of artificiality; Numbers +XIII. and XX. are from Latin versions; and Number X. is from a French +one. + +The Translations aim at replacing the florid style of our older English +versions, and the stilted harshness of more modern ones, by a plainness +and terseness more nearly like the character of the originals. + +In the following cases the Translations have been adapted to the +Designs. In Number I. _cheese_ has been put for _meat_; in Number VIII. +a _pack of Hounds_ for a _Lion_; in Number XI. a _Stork_ for a _Crane_; +in Number XIX. a _Frog_ for a _Toad_; and in Number VII. the Dog should +be _tied up_. The reason of this is, that in the collaboration the +Designer and Translator have not been on terms of equal authority; the +former has stood unshakeably by English tradition, and has had his own +way. + + A.C. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX AND THE CROW + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX AND THE CROW. + + +A Crow stole a piece of cheese and alighted with it on a tree. A Fox +watched her, and wishing to get hold of the cheese stood underneath and +began to make compliments upon her size and beauty; he went so far as to +say that she had the best of claims to be made Queen of the Birds, and +doubtless it would have been done if she had only had a voice. The Crow, +anxious to prove to him that she did possess a voice, began to caw +vigorously, of course dropping the cheese. The Fox pounced upon it and +carried it off, remarking as he went away, "My good friend Crow, you +have every good quality: now try to get some common sense." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN + + +[Illustration] + +THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN. + + +An Ass who had dressed himself up in a Lion's skin was mistaken by +everybody for a lion, and there was a stampede of both herds and men. +But presently the skin was whisked off by a gust of wind, and the Ass +stood exposed; and then the men all charged at him, and with sticks and +cudgels gave him a sound drubbing. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FISHERMAN AND THE LITTLE FISH + + +[Illustration] + +THE FISHERMAN AND THE LITTLE FISH. + + +A Fisherman cast his net and caught a little Fish. The little Fish +begged him to let him go for the present, as he was so small, and to +catch him again to more purpose later on, when he was bulkier. But the +Fisherman said: "Nay, I should be a very simpleton to let go a good +thing I have got and run after a doubtful expectation." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES + + +[Illustration] + +THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES. + + +A Jackdaw observing how well cared for were the Doves in a certain +dovecote, whitewashed himself and went to take a part in the same way of +living. The Doves were friendly enough so long as he kept silence, +taking him for one of themselves; but when he once forgot himself and +gave a croak they immediately perceived his character, and cuffed him +out. So the Jackdaw, having failed in getting a share of good things +there, returned to his brother Jackdaws. But these latter not +recognising him, because of his colour, kept him out of their mess also; +so that in his desire for two things he got neither. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE COPPERSMITH AND HIS PUPPY + + +[Illustration] + +THE COPPERSMITH AND HIS PUPPY. + + +A certain Coppersmith had a Puppy. While the Coppersmith was at work the +Puppy lay asleep; but when meal-time came he woke up. So his master, +throwing him a bone, said: "You sleepy little wretch of a Puppy, what +shall I do with you, you inveterate sluggard? When I am thumping on my +anvil you can go to sleep on the mat; but when I come to work my teeth +immediately you are wide awake and wagging your tail at me." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FROGS DESIRING A KING + + +[Illustration] + +THE FROGS DESIRING A KING. + + +The Frogs were grieved at their own lawless condition, so they sent a +deputation to Zeus begging him to provide them with a King. Zeus, +perceiving their simplicity, dropped a Log of wood into the pool. At +first the Frogs were terrified by the splash, and dived to the bottom; +but after a while, seeing the Log remain motionless, they came up again, +and got to despise it so much that they climbed up and sat on it. +Dissatisfied with a King like that, they came again to Zeus and +entreated him to change their ruler for them, the first being altogether +too torpid. Then Zeus was exasperated with them, and sent them a Stork, +by whom they were seized and eaten up. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE DOG AND THE WOLF + + +[Illustration] + +THE DOG AND THE WOLF. + + +A Wolf, seeing a large Dog with a collar on, asked him: "Who put that +collar round your neck, and fed you to be so sleek?" "My master," +answered the Dog. "Then," said the Wolf, "may no friend of mine be +treated like this; a collar is as grievous as starvation." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE STAG LOOKING INTO THE WATER + + +[Illustration] + +THE STAG LOOKING INTO THE WATER. + + +A Stag parched with thirst came to a spring of water. As he was drinking +he saw his own reflection on the water, and was in raptures with his +horns when he observed their splendid size and shape, but was troubled +about his legs, they seemed so thin and weak. As he was still musing, +some huntsmen with a pack of hounds appeared and disturbed him, +whereupon the Stag took to flight, and keeping a good distance ahead so +long as the plain was free from trees, he was being saved; but when he +came to a woody place he got his horns entangled in the branches, and +being unable to move was seized by the hounds. When he was at the point +of death he said to himself: "What a fool am I, who was on the way to be +saved by the very things which I thought would fail me; while by those +in which I so much trusted I am brought to ruin." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FROGS AND THE FIGHTING BULLS + + +[Illustration] + +THE FROGS AND THE FIGHTING BULLS. + + +A Frog in his marsh looking at some Bulls fighting, exclaimed: "O dear! +what sad destruction threatens us now!" Another Frog asked him why he +said that, seeing that the Bulls were only fighting for the first place +in the herd, and that they lived quite remote from the Frogs. "Ah," said +the first, "it is true that our positions are wide apart, and we are +different kinds of things, but still, the Bull who will be driven from +the rule of the pasture will come to lie in hiding in the marsh, and +crush us to death under his hard hoofs, so that their raging really does +closely concern the lives of you and me." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE LION AND OTHER BEASTS + + +[Illustration] + +THE LION AND OTHER BEASTS. + + +The Lion one day went out hunting along with three other Beasts, and +they caught a Stag. With the consent of the others the Lion divided it, +and he cut it into four equal portions; but when the others were going +to take hold of their shares, "Gently, my friends," said the Lion; "the +first of these portions is mine, as one of the party; the second also is +mine, because of my rank among beasts; the third you will yield me as a +tribute to my courage and nobleness of character; while, as to the +fourth,--why, if any one wishes to dispute with me for it, let him +begin, and we shall soon see whose it will be." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX AND THE STORK + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX AND THE STORK. + + +The Fox poured out some rich soup upon a flat dish, tantalising the +Stork, and making him look ridiculous, for the soup, being a liquid, +foiled all the efforts of his slender beak. In return for this, when the +Stork invited the Fox, he brought the dinner on the table in a jug with +a long narrow neck, so that while he himself easily inserted his beak +and took his fill, the Fox was unable to do the same, and so was +properly paid off. + +[Illustration: "Frame 1: "With Mr Fox's respects & many happy returns +of the day" Frame 2: "With Mrs Stork's kind regards and the compliments +of the season"] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE HORSE AND THE STAG + + +[Illustration] + +THE HORSE AND THE STAG. + + +There was a Horse who had a meadow all to himself until a Stag came and +began to injure the pasture. The Horse, eager to punish the Stag, asked +a man whether there was any way of combining to do this. "Certainly," +said the Man, "if you don't object to a bridle and to my mounting you +with javelins in my hand." The Horse agreed, and was mounted by the Man; +but, instead of being revenged on the Stag, he himself became a servant +to the Man. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE COCK AND THE JEWEL + + +[Illustration] + +THE COCK AND THE JEWEL. + + +A Barn-door Cock while scratching up his dunghill came upon a Jewel. +"Oh, why," said he, "should I find this glistening thing? If some +jeweller had found it he would have been beside himself with joy at the +thought of its value; but to me it is of no manner of use, nor do I care +one jot about it; why, I would rather have one grain of barley than all +the jewels in the world." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ASS, THE LION, AND THE COCK + + +[Illustration] + +THE ASS, THE LION, AND THE COCK. + + +An Ass and a Cock were in a shed. A hungry Lion caught sight of the Ass, +and was on the point of entering the shed to devour him. But he took +fright at the sound of the Cock crowing (for people say that Lions are +afraid at the voice of a Cock), and turned away and ran. The Ass, roused +to a lofty contempt of him for being afraid of a Cock, went out to +pursue him; but when they were some distance away the Lion ate him up. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE WOLF AND THE LAMB + + +[Illustration] + +THE WOLF AND THE LAMB. + + +A Wolf seeing a Lamb drinking at a brook, took it into his head that he +would find some plausible excuse for eating him. So he drew near, and, +standing higher up the stream, began to accuse him of disturbing the +water and preventing him from drinking. + +The Lamb replied that he was only touching the water with the tips of +his lips; and that, besides, seeing that he was standing down stream, +he could not possibly be disturbing the water higher up. So the Wolf, +having done no good by that accusation, said: "Well, but last year you +insulted my Father." The Lamb replying that at that time he was not +born, the Wolf wound up by saying: "However ready you may be with your +answers, I shall none the less make a meal of you." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE MAN AND HIS TWO WIVES + + +[Illustration] + +THE MAN AND HIS TWO WIVES. + + +A Man whose hair was turning gray had two Wives, one young and the other +old. The elderly woman felt ashamed at being married to a man younger +than herself, and made it a practice whenever he was with her to pick +out all his black hairs; while the younger, anxious to conceal the fact +that she had an elderly husband, used, similarly, to pull out the gray +ones. So, between them, it ended in the Man being completely plucked, +and becoming bald. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL + + +[Illustration] + +THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL. + + +A Fox had had his tail docked off in a trap, and in his disgrace began +to think his life not worth living. It therefore occurred to him that +the best thing he could do was to bring the other Foxes into the same +condition, and so conceal his own deficiency in the general distress. +Having assembled them all together he recommended them to cut off their +tails, declaring that a tail was an ungraceful thing; and, further, was +a heavy appendage, and quite superfluous. To this one of them rejoined: +"My good friend, if this had not been to your own advantage you would +never have advised us to do it." + +[Illustration: "Nonsense, my dears! Husbands are ridiculous things & are +quite unnecessary!"] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE EAGLE AND THE FOX + + +[Illustration] + +THE EAGLE AND THE FOX. + + +An Eagle and a Fox entered into a covenant of mutual affection and +resolved to live near one another, looking upon close intercourse as a +way of strengthening friendship. Accordingly the former flew to the top +of a high tree and built her nest, while the latter went into a bush at +the foot and placed her litter there. One day, however, when the Fox +was away foraging, the Eagle, being hard pressed for food, swooped down +into the bush, snatched up the cubs and helped her own fledglings to +devour them. When the Fox came back and saw what had happened she was +not so much vexed at the death of her young ones as at the impossibility +of requital. For the Eagle having wings and she none, pursuit was +impossible. So she stood some distance away and did all that is left for +the weak and impotent to do--poured curses on her foe. But the Eagle was +not to put off for long the punishment due to her violation of the +sacred tie of friendship. It happened that some country-people were +sacrificing a goat, and the Eagle flew down and carried away from the +altar some of the burning flesh. But when she had got it to her eyrie a +strong wind got up and kindled into flame the thin dry twigs of the +nest, so that the eaglets, being too young to be able to fly, were +roasted, and fell to the ground. Then the Fox ran up and, before the +Eagle's eyes, devoured them every one. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE OX AND THE FROG + + +[Illustration] + +THE OX AND THE FROG. + + +An Ox, as he was drinking at the water's edge, crushed a young Frog +underfoot. When the mother Frog came to the spot (for she happened to be +away at the time) she asked his brothers where he was. "He is dead, +mother," they said; "a few minutes ago a great big four-legged thing +came up and crushed him dead with his hoof." Thereupon the Frog began to +puff herself out and ask whether the animal was as big as that. "Stop, +mother, don't put yourself about," they said; "you will burst in two +long before you can make yourself the same size as that beast." + +[Illustration: "There, my child, have I not as many buttons as Lady +Golderoy now?"] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE HAWK CHASING THE DOVE + + +[Illustration] + +THE HAWK CHASING THE DOVE. + + +A Hawk giving headlong chase to a Dove rushed after it into a farmstead, +and was captured by one of the farm men. The Hawk began to coax the man +to let him go, saying that he had never done him any harm. "No," +rejoined the man; "nor had this Dove harmed you." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's AEsop's Fables with Modern Instances, by Aesop + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34780.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34780.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8e8d3a1a32c0af8cd659946c6b372e2906015b87 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34780.txt @@ -0,0 +1,553 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Heather Clark and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + SPLORES + OF A + HALLOWEEN, + + TWENTY YEARS AGO: + + BY ALEXANDER DICK. + + + WOODSTOCK, C. W.: + WILLIAM WARWICK, PUBLISHER. + 1867. + + + + + PREFACE. + + +The following verses were sent to compete for the prize offered in +October last, by the Montreal Caledonian Society, for the "best poem on +Halloween." They were not successful; and some may be ready to ask, "Why +then publish them?" It may be sufficient to reply, "I choose to do so;" +"I choose to appeal from the award of the Judges to the decision of the +public." A single sentence will explain why I make such an appeal. The +gentlemen appointed to act as judges based their decision, according to +their published statement, as much upon "suitability for recitation at a +public festival," as upon "literary merit." Had this been stated in the +advertisement inviting competition it would have been all right. But it +is very evident that all poems which might be judged unsuitable for such +recitation, would necessarily be excluded from competition, whatever +might be their "literary merits," and the successful production could +only be that which among the "suitable" was regarded as possessing the +greatest literary excellence. It is on this ground--and not because I +could be so vain as to think that my production _ought_ to have received +the prize, while I was altogether unacquainted with not a few others +which may have been rejected on the same principle--that I complain of +the award of the Judges, and that I now appeal from that award by this +publication. + +A poem may be very well suited for recitation at a public festival, and +possess very slight claims to any literary merit, while another +indefinitely superior might not in such circumstances be suitable for +recitation at all. + +With the public I now leave the decision, and shall cheerfully acquiesce +in its award whether favourable or the reverse. + + A. D. + + Woodstock, C. W., Jan., 1867. + + + + + HALLOWEEN. + + + This night we meet o' a' the nights, + For fun the very wale, + When melancholy taks its flight, + And graning pains grow hale; + When young anes, wi' sic antic tricks, + And wi' their laughin' music, + Gar auld anes tae forget their cares, + And feel't the best o' physic. + + And though wi' some we used to meet + We canna haud this night, + Yet we are here to show we ne'er + Forget tho' out o' sight:-- + And o' a HALLOWEEN langsyne, + I will to you rehearse, + And as a canter ye may like, + I'll gied to ye in verse. + + Ae night gane bye, at gloamin' time, + When there was muckle steer, + Mang witch mid warlock gathered far + To ride in high career, + Some callants met, a merry crew, + Yet each a decent chiel-- + Though on that night a' seem'd possessed + O' something o' the deil. + + Their runts clean through and through were bored + And stuffed with raivelins fou, + And like a chimley when on fire + Each could the reek out spue: + And thus convened they council held, + Wi' handsel whar they'd gang; + A' being settled and now dark, + They set off in a bang. + + It was resolved that they should try, + On Kate, their Jenny-reeker, + And see if 'twad hae ony guid + Upon a witch to smeek her: + Jock through the key-hole sent a cloud + That reached across the house, + While in below the door reek rushed + Like water through a sluice. + + Kate maistly chock't, wi' hostin' seized, + Ran to the door for air, + Wi' open mouth and gaspin' much + O' reek she caught the mair, + Nor could she speak but gasp for breath + When they took to their heel, + But black wi' rage she shook her neive + And wished them wi' the deil. + + But whether Kate had power or no + To put them 'neath his will, + Frae this 'twad seem they could na get + O' mischief half their fill; + Frae door to door they madly ran, + Frae door to window flew, + Whare'er a crack or hole they fand + They in the reek did spue: + + Till ilka door wide open flew + Wi' bang against the wa', + And some ane gaspin' shouted out + Some threat about the law; + Some chased, mair earnest, wi' a stick; + Auld Jinker threw his last; + And Supplejoints wi' elwand ran + Behind, though he ran fast: + + On him they wheeled, and charging, fired, + In turn his Jenny-reeker, + Ane struck him on the head and bounced, + And ane gied him a keeker; + He turned his back and faster ran, + 'Twas now their turn to follow-- + But ere he reached his door his head + Had mony a heich and hollow. + + Nae time was lost--to Rab's they ran, + But ere they reached the gate, + They haulted to mak sure their plan. + And guard against ill fate-- + For weel they ken'd that Rab would watch + His cabbages that night, + But they resolved that them they'd hae + Afore the morning light. + + Twa slippit up and oped the yett + And tied across a rape, + The others creepit through the hedge + At whar there was a gape, + And creepin' down amang the runts + They pued and pued their wale; + But Rab had spied the twa and thought + To catch them without fail. + + They saw him tae, but ne'er let on + Till he at them did grab, + Then shouted as they lap and ran + Weel done! weel done, our Rab! + Rab in pursuit wi' a' his might + Fell lengthways at the yett, + The groans he gied were as the fa', + For Rab was heavy wecht. + + But he, wi' noise and very rage, + 'Twas said, went maist dementit, + And when he saw his cabbage smashed, + He fell right our and fentit-- + For on his door wi' batt'ring rams + They made a grand attack, + And Rab within not darin' out + Was sure he heard it crack. + + Nor yet on his alane did fa' + The brunt o' civil war; + A score and mae its hist'ry bear + In mony a dreadfu' scar; + And to relate a' that befell, + The incidents attendin', + This night and maist another till't + Wad scarcely hear the endin': + + How Supplejoints a lesson got + To be discrete and civil; + And how it gied the priest a text + On a' the fruits o' evil; + How Grannie Wilson's rack fell down + Wi' sic a fearfu' din, + And owre the floor in bick'rin' race + Ran pewter plate and spune. + + How Meg wi' toothache girnin' sat + When startled, sprang a loup + That cured her toothache, but she fell + And coup't the water stoup; + And how quiet Willie frae his bed-- + Wha gaed till't aye at dark-- + Put past endurance and a' shame + Did chase them in his sark. + + But here the battle grew owre hot, + So dreadfu' the alarms, + Now doors ahead wide open stood, + Wharin were mustered arms; + So what wi' those in rear that charged, + And what wi' those in front, + Against sic odds they ken'd 'twas rash + To battle wi' a runt: + + So they retreated to the Crafts + And Council held o' war-- + A' laughin', talkin', crackin' jokes, + Uninjured by a scar-- + When Robie said, come on, let's gang, + Hugh Christie let us cage; + Now, Hugh was crabbit and they liked + To put him in a rage. + + Wi' tiptae steps they slippit up, + And firmly tied the door, + Then gently tirled--Hugh cried, "Wha's there?" + Will gied a cuddie's roar-- + Hugh in a lowe, wi' door in hand, + Said he would them he-haw, + When Jock like ony sheep did bae, + And Pate like cock did craw. + + Hugh finding that his threats were vain + For that the door was tied, + Began to swear, and kick, and pu' + And "let me out," he cried; + When raging like a very bear, + And down him ran the sweat, + They a' put out their utmost skill + To mak him yet mair het. + + Some squeak't on panes, some thump't the door, + Some rumbled on the wa' + Wi' muckle stanes, till Hugh was sure + The very house wad fa';-- + Now, Tam, the laird, sat on his loom, + When hearin' sic a racket + He hurried out sayin' to himsel, + Sure Hugh has now gane crackit. + + But Tam was late--the stage was clear, + Yet Hugh still raged and swore-- + Tam in gruff voice bid him be quiet-- + What ailed him at the door? + Now this was mair than Hugh could stan' + Frae Tam to get the wite, + And getting vent, he burst on Tam, + Then baith began to flyte. + + Hugh wanted out--Tam wanted in: + Each did the other blame-- + Tam cried to Hugh, he'd break the door-- + Hugh cried to Tam, gae hame; + But how it ended I ne'er learned, + But 'twas na then and there, + For, Hugh and Tam, they did'na speak + For weeks, and may be mair. + + And now to Peggie's they are aff, + Wha's gley'd and maistly blin'-- + Hoot! haudawa guid folks! ne'er fear! + They dinna mean o' sin; + They're daft wi' fun and this they ken-- + A's game on Halloween-- + For Baillies' threats and Provosts' laws + They dinna care a prein. + + Jock gied a backie-up to Tam, + And Jimmie he stood bye, + When Tam should gie the chess a rap + That he should then let fly: + Tam gied twa raps, and Jimmie quick + Upon the sole let clash, + Wi' sic a noise that Peggie thought + Had fallen out the sash. + + She hurried to the door and then + Weel blackguarded them a, + As scoundrels, rascals and far war, + Though ne'er a ane she saw; + Then owre the window 'gan to grape + And looked wi' head agee, + But fient a hole or crack she fand + And far less ane could see. + + While graping here, and keeking there + In search o' cracks and hole-- + For she was sure that some were broke, + For glass was on the sole-- + Jock slippit up behind, unheard, + And kittled quiet her lug, + And ere she could to him turn round + He neist gied her a hug. + + In muckle rage that ane would daur + Wi' her sic freedom tak, + She hurried in and quick took down + A jug beside the rack, + And filling it wi' water het + Frae kettle on the hob, + She sware his fairin she'd gie him + For sic a shameless job: + + But muckle war for Peggie 'twas + To get in sic a fike, + Far better had she taen a stra + And kittled a wasps' bike-- + For Nellie Brash was passing bye, + A fish-wife for a tongue, + And Peggie seeing something move + On her the water flung. + + But Gude preserve us! what a screigh! + And what a dreadfu' aith! + Than limmar, jad, far war wi' aithis + She ca'd her in hale-claith; + And working hersel' up to wark, + Wi' screigh like ony fien', + She rushed on Peggie like a hawk, + And swore she'd straucht her een. + + But Johnnie wi' a pluck that night + Was seen gaun in his door-- + Now, a' that ken'd him, ken'd that he + A pluck did 'maist adore; + But maist a jaddie he did like, + Aboon a' ye could name, + For never man liked woman sic + As Johnnie liked his wame: + + And Geordie guessing what was up, + Led aff his gallant corps-- + Thinking it prudent Nell and Peg + Should settle their ain score-- + They helped him up upon the dyke + And canny he crawled up + The gavil cape-stanes on his knees, + Till lum-head he did grup; + + And raxing up upon his taes, + He neist looked down the lum, + Just then he heard a lively skirl + And Johnnie's weel-pleased hum, + And, thro' a pue o' steam and reek, + He saw amid a glow + The pan and in't a fork did pat + As to the tune--"My Joe"! + + And bending owre he aimed fair + A stane as big 's my han', + And drappin 't down--a blaze got up-- + He'd coupit owre the pan-- + Quick as a squirrel he dreipit down + And owre the yard he ran, + As quick cam Johnnie to the front + A sair bewildered man; + + And standin' out fornent the door + He stared up at the lum, + But fient a thing there could he see + Like either head or bum; + Then north he ran, then South again + The lum to look about, + But naething did he see or hear-- + It must hae been Auld Cloot: + + Anither might hae blamed some ghaist, + But Johnnie's faith was matter, + He never dreamed o' starin banes, + His thoughts were something fatter-- + He now looked up, then down the street + If he the cause could fin'-- + Jock keeking round the corner, now, + Said to his neighbours--rin. + + And aff they ran, and in an ace + They a' were out o' sight-- + Now, Johnnie seeing naething that + Could throw on 't ony light, + Bethinkin' o' his pluck gaed in-- + The sight was nane to please, + For some amang the ashes lay, + The rest was in a bleeze: + + Did Johnnie, hank'rin', now sing dool? + Our birkies naething rued; + Nae sooner were they aff wi' him + Than a new splore was brewed: + Though muckle tickled at the thought + O' Johnnie's clappit wame-- + Which might hae been as stent's a drum + And witness o' its fame-- + + Yet mair, by far, they liked sic fun + As garred the bluid weel dance; + They liked a chase frae ane that could + Break wi' them sic a lance: + Now, Jimmie Adams was that ane, + Nae daighie but guid mettle, + And he had what did recommend-- + A wee spice o' the nettle: + + That mettle they resolved that night + To put to sairest test, + Nor wad the faut be theirs if not + The nettle stung its best, + For Willie frae his pouch had taen + And charged a muckle scout, + And said that Jimmie he wad show + The wonders o' a spout. + + Now weel they ken'd that he wad chase + And that tae like a gru'-- + And whom he caught he'd mak him squeel + As e're did ony sow-- + But what had they to fear frae him? + Each suppler than anither, + Nor was there ane but what might be + To Asahel a brither. + + But they made ready for the race; + Their breeks they buckled up; + Their bonnets pued down to their lugs; + Their jackets buttoned up; + And aff they a' for Jimmie's set + When coming near the house, + They on their tiptaes slippit up + As quiet as ony mouse. + + Will by the curtain keeking in + Saw Jimmie at his supper, + And aye the spune gaun round the bowl, + Syne dippin' in the butter; + He whispered this in Tammie's lug; + Tam oped the outer door-- + Then Willie followed close behind + As silent as afore: + + Tam cautious oped the inner door, + It gied the slightest squeak, + And Jimmie wondrin' what it was + In listenin' turned his cheek-- + Just then a strone frae Willie's scout + Shot right into the spune, + Which was as fixed in middle way + Between the bowl and chin: + + Bang, bang, gaed inner, outer door-- + Nor Jimmie wi' a clout + Did dicht the parritch frae his face, + But up, and he was out: + Now, Tam and Will did trip and fa', + Ane north, ane south, were seen-- + Out Jimmie cam, and trippit tae, + And fell right in between. + + First down, first up, they aff like hares, + Each takin' different airts; + Nor there lay Jimmie lang to grane + And haud the bluidin parts-- + But like a gru' he aff and ran + Wi' bicker down the street-- + Na need had Tam, nor did he let + The dirt stick to his feet. + + First down ae street, then up anither, + Then through an entry ran-- + Here Jimmie, furious, in the dark, + Maist coupit owre a man-- + He lost some grun, but did'na wait + If down to help him up-- + His lufe owre youky was, to stay, + O' Tam to get a grup. + + Thus Tam did lead, thus Jimmie chased, + Maist owre half o' the town, + But wishing Jimmie warmer wark + Began to wear him roun' + To Johnston's Corner as agreed, + There he his neighbours met, + Wha, seeing Jimmie in pursuit, + Took owre the Kirk-yard yett: + + There Jimmie followed--now was fun-- + A' round the kirk did rin, + Like drove o' stirks wi' tails on end, + And raging bull behin'; + Syne out amang the headstanes ran, + And there they jouked about, + Here mony a jerk did Jimmie get + As he ran in and out. + + At last he fell--they heard him pech + But saw nor heard na mair-- + They did'na wait to ask him if + The part he hurt was sair; + But owre the dyke they maistly flew, + Syne yont the Crafts like stour, + Whar on the grass they lay and laughed, + And joked for maist and hour. + + Till Jock said he na supper had, + That he was now gaun hame-- + That he was as a whistle tume; + As tume as Johnnie's wame; + And Robie said he could na stan' + That he was maist clean gane, + His brawns he said gaed flappin round + And round about the bane. + + But whether Sandy gaed straucht hame + Or no, there is some doubt, + For on neist morn, cencerning him, + A something leaked out; + The outs and ins I canna tell-- + Some mystery about pouther-- + Pate Bryce scarce put the kettle on, + When it flew owre his shouther. + + + Printed at Warwick's Job Office. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34924.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34924.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..168dc8b1f86a90eb0acd3932b8aa12653fdc48e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg34924.txt @@ -0,0 +1,183 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Linda Cantoni, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +FLORENCE HANEMANN'S + +DANCE REVUE + + +[Illustration] + + +CENTRAL SCHOOL + +GLEN ROCK, N.J. + +_June 9, 1950_ + + + + +PROGRAM + + +PART I + +1. MISTRESS MARY Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy + Mary Janice Hornby + Flowers Linda Munroe + Betsy Anne Hamersma, Kathryn Reed, Faye Bornstein, + Scottie Gayle Shutt, Ellen Shaul. + +2. HI KICK--The Florettes Mistletoe Kiss + Ruth Fusser, Anne Crookall, Jane Pollitt, Connie Lissner, + Anne Kolkebeck, Nora Christie, Yvonne Hanemann. + +3. BALLET CLASS Voices of Spring + Emma Jane Neelley, Joyce Hall, Judy Lee Ringers, + Billie Lee Horn, Sheilia Caulley, Joyce Casato, + Cynthia Tonello, Sally Anderson, Barbara Cifelli, Patsy Jones. + +4. GYPSY DANCE Estudiantuia Waltz + Penny Smith, Jo Ellen Kolkebeck, Mary Crookall, Susan Cordes, + Annette Hanemann, Janet Mottershead, Alice Kolz. + +5. MOONBEAMS Moonlight Sonata + Holly Staples, Gail Conti, Joanne Cifelli, Joyce Hall, + Eloisa Le Conte, Bonny Falk, Linda Greenwood. + +6. RUSSIAN DANCE Red Poppy Ballet + Joan Richter, Audrey McPeek. + +7. HANSEL AND GRETEL Humperdinck + Hansel Billie Lee Horn + Gretel Cynthia Tonello + Mother Connie Lissner + Father Yvonne Hanemann + Witch Ann Fusser + Sandman Sheilia Caulley + + Angels: Barbara Cifelli, Cella Walsh, Deanne Spirka, + Barbara Kelly, Sally Anderson, Joyce Casato, Judy Lee Ringers, + Patsy Jones, Susan Ferry, Emma Jane Neelley, Catherine + Sullivan, Bunny Hall, Linda Baker, Judy Mample. + + Gingerbread Children: Barbara Quackenbush, Nancy Munroe, + Joyce Engler, Carol Williams. + + Peasant Children: Joanne Cifelli, Carla Higdon, Caroline + Stewart, Eloisa Le Conte, Bonny Falk. + +THE HANSEL & GRETEL +SCENERY WAS LOANED THROUGH +THE COURTESY OF + +CURTAIN TIME + + +_INTERMISSION--15 Minutes_ + + + + +PROGRAM + + +PART II + +1. MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB Babes in Toyland + Teacher Barbara Kelly + Mary Nancy Jane Kelly + Lamb Donna Shields + Pupils: Deanne Spirka, Susan Ferry, Carol Smith, Carla Higdon, + Caroline Stewart. + +2. SOFT SHOE DANCE "Who Wouldn't Love You" + Nora Christie, Anne Crookall, Ruth Fusser, Jane Pollitt, + Connie Lissner, Yvonne Hanemann. + +3. PAS DE QUATRE Cavalleria Rusticana Intermezzo + Barbara Quackenbush, Nancy Munroe, Joyce Engler, Carol Williams. + +4. TOYLAND Babes in Toyland + Fairy Kathy Joslin + French Doll Sharon Jones + Italian Doll Holly Staples + Irish Doll Jeanne Lafferty + Chinese Doll Cella Walsh + Rooster Linda Greenwood + Minnie Mouse Joyce Hall + Kewpee Doll Annette Hanemann + +5. SQUARE DANCE Wearing of the Green + Joan Richter, Audrey McPeek, Jane Pollitt, Anne Crookall, + Ruth Fusser, Nora Christie, Anne Kolkebeck, Yvonne Hanemann. + +6. ADAGIO Piano Concerto in B Flat + Catherine Sullivan, Linda Baker, Bunny Hall, Judy Mample, + Linda Greenwood, Annette Hanemann. + +7. DANCE OF THE HOURS "La Gioconda" + + Morning Hours: Holly Staples, Kathy Joslin, Sharon Jones, + Carol Smith, Donna Shields, Gail Conti, Nancy Jane Kelly. + + Noon: Joyce Hall, Linda Greenwood--Pas de Duex + [Transcriber's Note: Deux] + + Afternoon: Alice Kolz, Mary Crookall, Janet Mottershead, + Susan Cordes, Jo Ellen Kolkebeck, Penny Smith. + + Evening Stars: Connie Lissner, Judy Mample, Ann Fusser, + Jane Pollitt, Anne Crookall, Nora Christie, Ruth Fusser. + + Prince of Night Joan Richter + + Princess of Night Audrey McPeek + +GRANDE FINALE + + + + +Florence Hanemann's + +School of Creative Dancing + + +_Ballet, Soft Shoe,_ + +_Limbering and Character_ + + +Studios: + +GLEN ROCK +FAIR LAWN + +FAir Lawn 6-4773 M + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Florence Hanemann's Dance Revue, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35043.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35043.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c8551ca61bbe15f52e1a839e9af637c9bee9f2c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35043.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ + + + + + + Hybridization Between Two Species of + Garter Snakes + + BY + + HOBART M. SMITH + + University of Kansas Publications + Museum of Natural History + + Volume 1, No. 4, pp. 97-100 + August 15, 1946 + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + LAWRENCE + 1946 + + + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Donald S. Farner, + Donald F. Hoffmeister + + Volume 1, No. 4, pp. 97-100 + Published August 15, 1946 + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + Lawrence, Kansas + + + PRINTED BY + FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER + TOPEKA, KANSAS + 1946 + + 21-2763 + + + + + Hybridization Between Two Species of Garter Snakes + + By + + HOBART M. SMITH + + +The chief characters distinguishing _Thamnophis radix_ (Baird and +Girard) and _T. marciana_ (Baird and Girard) in southern Kansas are: + + + _marciana_ _radix_ + + 1. lateral light line involving only 1. lateral light line involving + the 3d scale row anteriorly. rows 3 and 4 anteriorly. + + 2. dorsal light line without distinct 2. dorsal light line with + edges, varying in width from less straight, even edges, 1-1/2 + than 1 to nearly 3 scale rows, at scale rows wide. + various places on body. + + 3. several anterior lateral spots 3. _usually_ no anterior + fused across lateral light lateral spots fused across + stripes. lateral light stripes. + + 4. 2 posterior upper labials not 4. 2 posterior labials + light-centered, unlike others. light-centered, like others. + + 5. A well-developed, white, 5. typically no well-developed + black-edged crescent behind angle postrictal crescent. + of jaws (postrictal crescent). + +Typical specimens of _radix_ are available from several localities in +Morton County of southwestern Kansas (Spring Creek; twelve miles and +eighteen miles north of Elkhart; Elkhart); from the State Lake and Meade +in Meade County; from Hunters, Harper County; Coolidge, Hamilton County; +and Ingalls, Gray County. + +Typical _marciana_ is available from Spring Creek, Morton County; +Liberal, Seward County; and Clark County (no locality). An overlap of +range with _radix_ is evident, and from Spring Creek in Morton County +typical specimens of both species are available. Accordingly, at +present, I conclude that the two forms are correctly regarded as +distinct species. + +Yet there is a rather marked tendency of _radix_ to approach the +characters of _marciana_ in southwestern Kansas. Two specimens (one from +Morton County, one from Gray County) have the dorsal stripe slightly +broken up by infiltration of the ground color onto the edges of the +scales. All southwestern _radix_ develop the distinct postrictal +crescent so characteristic of _marciana_, and occasional specimens fail +to have light centers in the last two labials. Finally, one specimen +from Meade, Meade County (No. 5434), appears to be actually +intermediate, and may be regarded as a hybrid. The middorsal stripe is +not sharp-edged; the lips are barred exactly as in _marciana_, the +postrictal crescent is well defined, and the lateral light stripe +extends onto the fourth scale row only very slightly. I refer the +specimen to _T. radix_ on the basis of the middorsal light stripe which +still is not as irregular as in _marciana_, upon the nature of the +lateral dark spots (not fused), and upon the slight extension of the +lateral light stripe onto the fourth scale row. Yet the specimen is +definitely atypical of _radix_; no other of the 135 specimens examined +deviates so strongly from the normal condition. + +Because the two kinds of garter snakes in question maintain their +distinctness at other places where they occur on common ground, it seems +best to interpret specimen No. 5434 as a hybrid rather than an +intergrade. + + +21-2763 + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35255.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35255.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3999f11d08cf200b3ce7f84b14eaf39029dbe049 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35255.txt @@ -0,0 +1,148 @@ + + + + + + The Systematic Status of Eumeces pluvialis + Cope, and Noteworthy Records of Other + Amphibians and Reptiles From + Kansas and Oklahoma + + BY + HOBART M. SMITH + + University of Kansas Publications + Museum of Natural History + + Volume 1, No. 2, pp. 85-89 + August 15, 1946 + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + LAWRENCE + 1946 + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Donald S. Farner, + Donald F. Hoffmeister + + Volume 1, No. 2, pp. 85-89 + + Published August 15, 1946 + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + Lawrence, Kansas + + PRINTED BY + FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER + TOPEKA, KANSAS + 1946 + + [Illustration] + + 21-2765 + +The Systematic Status of Eumeces pluvialis Cope, and Noteworthy Records +of Other Amphibians and Reptiles from Kansas and Oklahoma + +By + +HOBART M. SMITH + + +A number of noteworthy items have come to attention in the course of a +survey of material for a handbook on the herpetology of Kansas. Some of +the items, which follow, can be recorded here more appropriately than in +the handbook. + + +=Eumeces anthracinus pluvialis= Cope + +Recent material in addition to information presented in Taylor's +monograph of _Eumeces_ (Univ. Kansas Sci. Bull., 23, 1935) reveals that +_Eumeces anthracinus_ is composed of three geographically distinct +populations: One occurs from western New York to northern Georgia, and +west to Kentucky, in the Appalachian uplands or northward of them; a +second centers about the Ozark uplands but extends into northwestern +Louisiana, eastern Texas, central Oklahoma, eastern Kansas, and nearly +as far east as the Mississippi river in northern Arkansas and southern +Missouri; the third population occurs in extreme southern Alabama and +Mississippi. + +These populations differ in at least the color of the young. Specimens +from the eastern area are marked at birth like the adults; those from +the western area are black at birth and develop stripes as they grow +older; unfortunately young specimens from the southern area are not +known. + +Obviously at least two races are involved, the eastern and the +western. Whether the southern population belongs to one of these races +or is distinct is unknown. Until this point is settled the name for +the western race will remain in doubt. The eastern race is the typical +one, _Eumeces a. anthracinus_ (Baird) (Journ. Acad. Nat. Sci. Phila., +1 (ser. 2):294, 1850; type locality North Mountain, Carlisle, +Pennsylvania). The southern population has been named _pluvialis_ by +Cope (Ann. Rept. U. S. Nat. Mus., 74:663-664, 1900; type locality +Mobile, Alabama). Unfortunately no name is available for the western +population. It may either be called _Eumeces anthracinus pluvialis_, +or be given a new name, according to the ultimate decision on its +consubspecificity with the southern population. I suggest retention of +the name _pluvialis_ at least until a more careful study indicates the +necessity of further change. + + +=Eurycea lucifuga= (Rafinesque) + +On October 21, 1945, E. W. Jameson, Jr., discovered a specimen of this +species in a small cave situated in a park 1-1/4 miles south of Galena, +Cherokee County, Kansas, on the north side of Shoal Creek, NW 1/4 of +Sec. 35, T. 35 S., R. 25 E. Later the same day Claude W. Hibbard and I +returned to the same cave, and with the help of Jameson found two more +specimens. All were found under stones in the twilight zone. Exploration +of deeper recesses of the cave was impossible because the larger +entrances to them had been closed off with cement to prevent children +from entering. No water was running from the cave at the time we were +there, although there was visible evidence of a previous heavy flow of +water, probably in times of heavy and prolonged rains. The only other +salamanders found in the limited area available for exploration belonged +to _Eurycea longicauda melanopleura_ (Cope), a form considerably more +abundant in the cave than _E. lucifuga_. + +This constitutes the first published record of the occurrence of _E. +lucifuga_ in Kansas. Previous records from Arkansas, Missouri and +Oklahoma, as well as a sight record by Taylor (Smith, Amer. Midl. Nat., +15:382-383, 1934) have indicated its probable occurrence in Kansas. + +The largest specimen obtained is an adult male measuring 166 mm. in +total length; it exceeds by 2 mm. the maximum previously known. The +pattern and other characters of all specimens appear typical. The +specimens are in the Museum of Natural History of the University of +Kansas. + + +=Hyla crucifer crucifer= Wied + +In 1943 Bragg (Great Basin Nat., 4:67, 1943) stated that _Hyla crucifer +crucifer_ has been recorded with certainty from only one county in +Oklahoma, McCurtain County in the extreme southeastern part of the +state. Reports of their call being heard in Le Flore County, immediately +north of McCurtain County had also been transmitted to him. + +In Kansas the species is still known only from the northern half of the +extreme eastern part of the state (Smith, Amer. Midl. Nat., 15:472, +1934). Between this area and southeastern Oklahoma no record of +occurrence of the species has been available. + +An adult specimen taken by Dr. Joseph Tihen in the extreme southeastern +corner of Delaware County, Oklahoma (Mus. Nat. Hist., Univ. Kans., No. +20827), thus provides a second definite locality for the species in +Oklahoma and suggests the probability that it ranges along the entire +eastern border of both Kansas and Oklahoma. The specimen is in poor +condition but enough of the pattern and some other features can be +discerned to permit reliable identification. + +21-2765 + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35332.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35332.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..919544e1675ee0cb44f7d667425cfbb2d5962400 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35332.txt @@ -0,0 +1,627 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chuck Greif (from scanned images available at +the Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + +OUR ARTIST IN CUBA + +[Illustration: CARLETON + +DEL + +hys Marke] + + + + +OUR + +ARTIST IN CUBA. + +FIFTY DRAWINGS ON WOOD. + +LEAVES FROM + +THE SKETCH-BOOK OF A TRAVELER, + +DURING THE WINTER OF 1864-5, + +BY GEO. W. CARLETON. + +[Illustration: colophon] + +NEW YORK: + +_Carleton, Publisher,_ 413 _Broadway._ + +_London: S. Low, Son & Co._ + +MDCLXV. + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by + +GEO. W. CARLETON, + +In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the +Southern District of New York. + + + + +CONTENTS. + +A PRELIMINARY WORD. + +No. + +SICK TRANSIT 1 + +Two BOOBIES 2 + +A COLORED HERCULES 3 + +THE CUBAN JEHU 4 + +IGLESIA DE SAN FRANCISCO 5 + +A CUBAN MOTIVE 6 + +AN INFLUENZA 7 + +FLEE FOR SHELTER 8 + +THE RIDE 9 + +A COCK-FIGHT 10 + +RATHER COOL 11 + +A SPANISH RETREAT 12 + +TAKE YOUR PICK 13 + +SPIDERS, RATS, AND COCKROACHES 14 + +BELLIGERENTS 15 + +MATERFAMILIAS ET FILIUS 16 + +A CULINARY DEPARTMENT 17 + +A BUNDLE OF CLOTHES 18 + +A BUTTON-SMASHER 19 + +WHITE PANTALOONS 20 + +A CARNIVAL ACQUAINTANCE 21 + +BEAUTY AT THE BALL 22 + +A DISAPPOINTMENT 23 + +DOLCE FAR NIENTE 24 + +LOCOMOTION 25 + +THE SPANISH TONGUE 26 + +AN UNWELCOME VISITOR 27 + +AN AGREEABLE BATH 28 + +A CELESTIAL MAID 29 + +A STATUE ON A BUST 30 + +A TAIL UNFOLDED 31 + +PUT MONEY IN THY PURSE 32 + +SUGAR AND WATER 33 + +GREEN FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW 34 + +A SEGAR WELL-LIGHTED 35 + +WHERE SHALL REST BE FOUND 36 + +ALL ABOARD 37 + +THE MATANZAS CAVE 38 + +A HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL 39 + +A SHADY RETREAT 40 + +A SPANISH GROCER 41 + +COLORED HELP 42 + +VERY MOORISH 43 + +CHACUN A SON GOUT 44 + +NATURE'S SWEET RESTORER 45 + +AGRICULTURAL 46 + +A COT IN THE VALLEY 47 + +A COLORED BEAUTY 48 + +CORNER STONES 49 + +A SUDDEN DEPARTURE 50 + + + + +A PRELIMINARY WORD. + +WITH many misgivings, the author of this little _brochure_ has been +persuaded to give the prominence of publication to a mere pocket-book +collection of way-side pen-and-ink sketches, the chance results of idle +moments, sandwiched with such Cuban events as paring oranges and sipping +from their cups of nectar--tearing through the narrow streets of Havana +in ragged volantes--listening in the soft moonlight, and arm-in-arm with +Cuban senoritas, to the Artillery band in the Plaza des Armas--assisting +with domino and false nose at the masquerades in the Tacon +Theatre--lounging with ices or delicious chocolate at the Cafe +Dominica--dallying with cigar and fragrant coffee, after the regulation +breakfast of codfish, garlic, and onions--snuffing up the perfumed air, +and strolling through the golden orange-groves of Cafetals--joining in +the battle, murder, and sudden death of Marinao +cock-fights--vagabondizing along the shady side of Calle Obispo--and so +forth, through all the _dulce far nientes_ of a stranger's drifting +life, among the lights and shadows of the Antilles' Queen. + +The only merit the pictures possess, perhaps, is their faithfulness to +nature. Though chiefly caricatures, they represent such incidents and +scenes as every one, with both eyes open, sees, who visits Cuba; and +being sketched upon the spot, with all the crispy freshness of a first +impression, they possess a sort of photographic value, that, in spite of +their grotesqueness, may prove more lasting than the entertainment which +their humor offers. + +NEW YORK, April, 1865. + + + + +THE START.--THE STEAMSHIP COLUMBIA. + +AT SEA. + +[Illustration: First day out.--The wind freshens up a trifle as we get +outside Sandy Hook; but our artist says he is'nt sea-sick, for he never +felt better in his life.] + + + + +IN THE GULF OF MEXICO. + +[Illustration: A "Booby"--as seen _from_ the ship's deck.] + +[Illustration: A Booby--as seen _on_ the ship's deck.] + + + + +ARRIVAL AT HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A side elevation of the colored gentleman who carried our +luggage from the small boat to the Custom House.] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA.--CALLE MERCADERES. + +[Illustration: The first volante driver that our artist saw in Havana.] + + + + +VIEW FROM OUR WINDOW AT THE HOTEL ALMY. + +[Illustration: The old Convent and Bell Tower of the Church of San +Francisco,--now used as a Custom House.] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA.--CALLE TENIENTE RE. + +[Illustration: A Cuban Cart and its Motive Power.--Ye patient Donkey.] + + + + +AT THE CAFE LOUVRE. + +[Illustration: Manners and Customs of a Cuban with a Cold in his Head.] + + + + +THE [WICKED] FLEA OF HAVANA. + +[Illustration: PART I.--The beast in a torpid condition.] + +[Illustration: PART II.--When he "smells the blood of an Englishmun."] + + + + +THE NATIONAL VEHICLE OF HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Manner and Custom of Harnessing ye Animiles to ye Cuban +Volante.] + + + + +A COCK-FIGHT IN CUBA. + +[Illustration: I.--Chanticleer as he goes in.] + +[Illustration: II.--Chanticleer considerably "played out."] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA.--CALLE LAMPARILLA. + +[Illustration: The cool and airy style in which they dress the rising +colored generation of Havana.] + + + + +THE CUBAN TOOTH-PICK. + +[Illustration: Two ways of carrying it--behind the ear, and in the +back-hair.] + + + + +THE CAPTAIN GENERAL'S QUINTA, + +[Illustration: View of the Canal and Cocoa Tree; looking East from the +Grotto.] + + + + +THE DOMESTIC INSECTS OF HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Agitation of the Better-Half of Our Artist, upon entering +her chamber and making their acquaintance.] + + + + +A LITTLE EPISODE IN THE CALLE BARRATILLO. + +[Illustration: A slight difference arises between the housekeeper's cat +and the butcher's dog, who has just come out in his summer costume.] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA.--CALLE COMPOSTELLA, + +[Illustration: The Free Negro.--An every-day scene,-when the weather is +fine.] + + + + +AN INTERIOR IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Kitchen, chief-cook and bottle-washer in the +establishment of Mrs. Franke, out on the "Cerro."] + + + + +HEADS OF THE PEOPLE. + +[Illustration: A portrait of the young lady, whose family (after +considerable urging) consents to take in our washing.] + + + + +PRIMITIVE HABITS OF THE NATIVES. + +[Illustration: Washing in Havana.--$4.00 a dozen in gold.] + + + + +WASHING IN HAVANA.. + +[Illustration: I.--My pantaloons as they went _in_.] + +[Illustration: II.--My pantaloons as they came _out_.] + + + + +CARNIVAL IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A Masquerade at the Tacon Theatre.--Types of Costume, +with a glimpse of the "Cuban Dance" in the background.] + + + + +A MASK BALL AT THE TACON. + +[Illustration: Our artist mixes in the giddy dance, and falls +desperately in love with this sweet creature---- but] + + + + +LATER IN THE EVENING, + +[Illustration: When the "sweet creature" unmasks, our Artist suddenly +recovers from his fit of admiration. Alas! beauty is but mask deep.] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA--CALLE OBRAPIA. + +[Illustration: The Cuban Wheelbarrow--In Repose.] + + + + +STREETS OF HAVANA--CALLE O'REILLY. + +[Illustration: The Cuban Wheelbarrow--In action.] + + + + +FIRST HOUR! + +[Illustration: SECOND HOUR!!] + +[Illustration: THIRD HOUR!!!] + +[Illustration: Our Artist forms the praiseworthy determination of +studying the Spanish language, and devotes three hours to the +enterprise.] + + + + +BED-ROOMS IN CUBA. + +[Illustration: The Scorpion of Havana,--encountered in his native +jungle.] + + + + +SEA-BATHS IN HAVANA, + +[Illustration: Our Artist having prepared himself for a jolly plunge, +inadvertently observes an insect peculiar to the water, and rather +thinks he won't go in just now.] + + + + +HOTELS IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A cheerful Chinese Chambermaid (?) at the Fonda de +Ingleterra, outside the walls.] + + + + +HIGH ART IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A gay (but slightly mutilated) old plaster-of-Paris girl, +that I found in one of the avenues of the Bishop's Garden, on the +"Cerro."] + + + + +LOCOMOTION IN THE COUNTRY. + +[Illustration: A Cuban Planter going into town with his plunder.] + + + + +SHOPPING IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Our Artist just steps around the corner, to look at a +"sweet thing in fans" that his wife has found.] + +[Illustration: RESULT!] + + + + +THE NATIONAL BEVERAGE OF HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Our Artist indulges in a _panale frio_ (a sort of +lime-ade), at the Cafe Dominica, and gets so "set up," that he vows he +won't go home till morning.] + + + + +THE LIZARDS OF CUBA. + +[Illustration: Our Artist, on an entomological expedition in the +Bishop's Garden, is disagreeably surprised to find such sprightly +specimens.] + + + + +SMOKING IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: An English acquaintance of Our Artist wants a light for +his paper segar; whereupon the waiter, according to custom, brings a +live coal.] + + + + +THE MUSQUITOS OF HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A midsummer's night dream.--Our Artist is just the least +bit disturbed in his rest, and gently remonstrates.] + + + + +PUBLIC SERVANTS IN CUBA. + +[Illustration: A gay and festive Chinese brakeman, on the railroad near +Guines.--The shirt-collar-and-pair-of-spurs style of costume.] + + + + +ONE OF THE SENSATIONS IN CUBA. + +[Illustration: The Great Cave near Matanzas.--Picturesque House over the +Entrance.] + + + + +THE GREAT CAVE NEAR MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: A section of the interior--showing the comfortable manner +in which our artist followed the guide, inspected the stalactites, and +comported himself generally.] + + + + +THE OUTSKIRTS OF MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: One of the Fortifications.--Sketched from the end of the +_Passeo_, on a day hot enough to give anything but a donkey the brain +fever.] + + + + +ARCHITECTURE IN MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: A romantic little _tienda mista_ (grocery store) on a +corner, in the Calle Ona.] + + + + +A CAFFETAL NEAR MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: Our Artist becomes dumb with admiration, at the ingenious +manner of toting little niggers.] + + + + +THE PICTURESQUE IN MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: A singular little bit, out of the Calle Manzana.] + + + + +A SUGAR PLANTATION, NEAR THE YUMORI. + +[Illustration: Our Artist essays to drink the milk from a green Cocoa;] + +[Illustration: Fatal effect.--An uncomfortable sensation!] + + + + +A BED-CHAMBER IN MATANZAS. + +[Illustration: First night at the "Gran Hotel Leon de Oro."--Our artist +is accommodated with quarters on the ground-floor, convenient to the +court-yard, and is lulled to sleep by a little domestic concert of cats, +dogs, donkeys, parrots and game-cocks.] + + + + +ECONOMY IS WEALTH. + +[Illustration: Showing the manner in which one ox accomplishes the labor +of two, in San Felipe.] + + + + +THE SUBURBS OF CALABAZAR + +[Illustration: A Planter's Hut, and three scraggly Palm Trees in the dim +distance.] + + + + +PLANTATIONS NEAR MARIANAS, + +[Illustration: A Colored Beauty toting Sugar Cane from the field to the +grinding mill.] + + + + +ARCHITECTURE IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: A conglomerate _Esquiria_, on the corner of Calle Obispo +and Monserate.] + + + + +LAST NIGHT IN HAVANA. + +[Illustration: Alarm of Our Artist and Wife, upon going to their room to +pack, and discovering that a Tarantula has taken possession of their +trunk.] + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Our Artist in Cuba, by George W. Carleton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35357.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35357.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1dddc3ac52b116d62b466d24e7b56b8d797682e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35357.txt @@ -0,0 +1,149 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, monkeyclogs and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + [Front cover: + CURIOUS + CREATURES + + COMIC + ANIMAL + SERIES + + _Copyright 1898 + McLoughlin Bros + New York_] + + + + +[Illustration: A giraffe playing the piano ] + + This talented Giraffe can play + In such a skillful, pleasing way, + That every one who hears agrees + That he is Master of the Keys; + So 'tis not strange at all that he + Should hold his head high, as you see. + + Here's a Horse that is no shirker, + But a busy, willing worker, + For at the steaming washing-tub + All day, like this, 'twill stand and rub. + A Horse so good at washing clothes, + A clothes-horse might be called, I s'pose. + +[Illustration: A horse with a washing board.] + +[Illustration: MISS MINNIE MOUSECATCHER PLAYING CROQUET.] + +[Illustration: CAPTAIN KINGFISHER OUT FOR A DAY'S SPORT.] + + +THE DOGGIES' PROMENADE. + + Three dogs went out for a promenade + All on a summer's day; + There was Mr. Dog, and Mrs. Dog, + And little Doggie Tray. + + And as they walked down the crowded street, + They were proud as proud could be, + For they were dressed in their very best, + As every one could see. + + But a mischievous cat on the sidewalk stood, + No coat, no hat had she; + So she laughed at the dress and the pompousness + Of the dog and his family. + + Mr. Dog growled deep, and sprang at the cat, + And chased her up and down, + With an angry cry, and a flashing eye, + Throughout the wondering town. + +[Illustration: A dog in a suit chasing a cat.] + + But he tripped in his haste against a stone, + And fell in the slippery street, + And when he arose, lo! his stylish clothes + Were mud from head to feet. + +[Illustration: A dog in a suit, with mud on his clothes, standing next +to his wife and child.] + + And Mrs. Dog, when she saw his plight, + With horror swooned away, + And sank right down, with her silken gown, + On a heap of soft red clay. + + Wee Baby Dog was in sad distress; + He sought for his cap in vain; + His kilt was torn, he was all forlorn, + And his tears fell down like rain. + + But the roguish cat at her fireside sat, + And thought of her fun that day; + And she jumped and danced, and purred and pranced, + At the doggies running away. + +[Illustration: JUMBO JOLLIBOY SINGING A COMIC SONG.] + +[Illustration: JOCKO PRETTYFACE PERFORMING ON THE TIGHT-ROPE.] + +[Illustration: Two sleeping pigs.] + + Two little pigs were in a pen; + One little pig ran away and then + Then there was only one! + One little pig to stay at home + One little pig that loved to roam-- + Over the fields to run. + + Both pig's tails were curled up tight, + One to the left, and one to the right; + Two little pigs in a pen! + Some of the time they would take their ease, + Up in a corner as snug as you please. + You should have seen them then. + +[Illustration: Two pigs, one escaping from the sty.] + +[Illustration: A pig hiding from his master in the woods.] + + One little pig that ran away-- + The one with his tail to the left, they say-- + Knew well it was not right + To go so far. He could not be found + Though his master searched the woods around; + And so he was out all night. + + But when that pig came back--Oh! then + He wished that he had not left the pen. + How sorry he did feel! + For the master tied the naughty pig's leg, + With a good stout rope, to a good stout peg! + Oh! you should have heard him squeal. + +[Illustration: A squealing pig tied to a peg.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35422.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35422.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..addb8a32b9fd79c9212662068a305fda2a94c3a2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35422.txt @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Colin Bell, monkeyclogs and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +[Front cover: + 1 + + THE + TWO GOATS + AND THE + SICK MONKEY. + + PORTLAND: + BAILEY & NOYES.] + + + + + THE + TWO GOATS + AND THE + SICK MONKEY. + +[Illustration: Flower] + + PORTLAND: + BAILEY & NOYES. + + + + +[Illustration: Ibex] + +There are two or three kinds of Goats: One kind is called an I-bex, +another a Chamois, and the other a Goat. This is an Ibex, and his horns +are different from the tame goat who has a long beard. The Ibex runs +over the highest rocks as easily as you can run on this floor, though +his feet are but four little hoofs. So also can the Goat.--I heard of +two goats who met on a narrow ridge on the side of a very high rock, as +high as the Old-South steeple, and neither could turn out, nor go back, +nor pass along, the path was so narrow. What were these two poor goats +to do? If they fell, it would have killed them directly, and there they +stood crying and no one could help them, because no one could get near +to them. People could see them only. I'll tell you what they did. One of +them kneeled down and the other went so carefully over his back, that +both got safely by. + +[Illustration: Goat] + +This Dog is angry. He is barking loudly at somebody. + +[Illustration: Dog] + +[Illustration: Gazelle] + +The Gazelle or Deer runs swift away when he hears the roar, and the +deer can run faster than most other creatures. Venison is the meat of +Deer, and the hunters shoot him when they wish this meat. The Indians +who live in the woods, used to shoot the deer with bows and arrows, +before guns and bullets were known. + +[Illustration: Racoon] + +See this peaked-nose Racoon. This fellow can run up a tree just as easy +as we can upon the ground, and play and sport on the very ends of the +branches. He takes his victuals in his two fore paws, and eats like a +squirrel. The hunters shoot him for his fur, which they sell to the +hatters. + +[Illustration: Walrus] + +Let us go to the cold and frozen sea, and look at the Sea Elephant, or +Walrus. These ivory tusks are hard as iron and white as snow, and under +his skin is plenty of lamp oil. He is killed with a harpoon, and +sometimes with a club. It must be very cold work to be hunting walruses +where the sea is frozen almost the year round, where the great white +bear lives, and seals and whales are playing about. + +[Illustration: Monkey] + +The Monkey is the nearest like to us of all the animals that live. He +will try to do every thing he sees us do. I once knew a monkey who was +sick, and we wished to give him a little medicine, but Jock would not +touch it; so one day when he was looking at us we mixed some sugar and +water in a glass, and drank it, and then mixed in the same glass some +medicine and water, and set it aside, knowing that he would drink it if +we went out and left him alone; and sure enough he did get at the glass +and emptied it, and soon found out he had taken a good doze of physic. +Pug got well in a short time, without any doctor, and would often amuse +us by drinking a glass of wine. He is talking with the Kan-ga-roo. Your +good health sir. Tell me if you please, in what part of the world you +live, what you eat, and why you are sitting on your hind legs half the +time? If you ever come to New-Holland, answers the Kangaroo, you can +always see me, my hind legs are twice as long as my fore legs, and I eat +grain and grass for dinner. + +[Illustration: Kangaroo] + +[Illustration: Elk] + +We will now talk a little of the Elk. He is a kind of deer without +horns, and lives in cold countries. His flesh is good food, and his skin +will make leather. But as you perhaps will never see one alive, I will +introduce you to the dirtiest and most lazy creature living, I mean the +Hog. He always wants to be eating and drinking; he loves to wallow in +the mire, and to grunt away his time in rooting up the earth. A man once +took a pig into his house, taught him the letters, and afterwards showed +him as a Learned Pig, from doing which he got a great deal of money. I +hope you will become a learned man and then you will be rich enough. +When you have read all the Concord Picture Books and can tell the names +of the kings of England, we will have something else for you. + +[Illustration: Hog] + +Good bye. + +[Back cover: Ibex and Badger] + + * * * * * + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + Pg 2 Hyphen kept in "I-bex" as illustrative of pronunciation. + Pg 12 Hyphens kept in "Kan-ga-roo" as illustrative of pronunciation. + + Archaic spelling preserved as printed. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Two Goats and the Sick Monkey, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35535.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35535.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00e0f72683a4649ef3b4165b8afede1c21accfc0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35535.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive.) + + + + + + + + + +FEEDING THE MIND + + + + +UNIFORM WITH THE PRESENT VOLUME. + +_1s. net each; leather, 2s. net each._ + + PRAYERS WRITTEN AT VAILIMA. + BY R. L. STEVENSON. + + A CHRISTMAS SERMON. + BY R. L. STEVENSON. + +LONDON: CHATTO & WINDUS. + + + + + FEEDING THE MIND + + + BY LEWIS CARROLL + + + WITH A PREFATORY NOTE BY + WILLIAM H. DRAPER + + + LONDON + CHATTO & WINDUS + 1907 + + + +[_All rights reserved_] + + + + +NOTE + + +_The history of this little sparkle from the pen of Lewis Carroll may soon +be told. It was in October of the year 1884 that he came on a visit to a +certain vicarage in Derbyshire, where he had promised, on the score of +friendship, to do what was for him a most unusual favour--to give a +lecture before a public audience._ + +_The writer well remembers his nervous, highly-strung manner as he stood +before the little room full of simple people, few of whom had any idea of +the world-wide reputation of that shy, slight figure before them._ + +_When the lecture was over, he handed the manuscript to me, saying: 'Do +what you like with it.'_ + +_The one for whose sake he did this kindness was not long after called_ + + 'Into the Silent Land.' + +_So the beautifully-written MS., in his customary violet ink, has been +treasured for more than twenty years, only now and then being read over at +Christmastime to a friend or two by the study fire, always to meet with +the same welcome and glad acknowledgment that here was a genuine, though +little flame that could not have belonged to any other source but that +which all the world knew in_ Alice in Wonderland _and_ Through the +Looking-Glass. + +_There may be, perhaps, many others who, gathering round a winter fire, +will be glad to read words, however few, from that bright source, and +whose memories will respond to the fresh touch of that cherished name._ + +_It remains to add but one or two more associations that cling to it and +make the remembrance more vivid still. While Lewis Carroll was staying in +the house, there came to call a certain genial and by no means shy Dean, +who, without realizing what he was doing, proceeded, in the presence of +other callers, to make some remark identifying Mr. Dodgson as the author +of his books._ + +_There followed an immense explosion immediately on the visitor's +departure, with a pathetic and serious request that, if there were any +risk of a repetition of the call, due warning might be given, and the +retreat secured._ + +_Probably not many readers of the immortal Alice have ever seen the +curious little whimsical paper called_ + + EIGHT OR NINE WISE WORDS ABOUT LETTER-WRITING + +_which their author had printed and used to send to his acquaintance, +accompanied by a small case for postage-stamps._ + +_It consists of forty pages, and is published by Emberlin and Son, Oxford; +and these are the contents:_ + + PAGE + ON STAMP-CASES, 5 + HOW TO BEGIN A LETTER, 8 + HOW TO GO ON WITH A LETTER, 11 + HOW TO END A LETTER, 20 + ON REGISTERING CORRESPONDENCE, 22 + +_In this little script, also, there are the same sparkles of wit which +betoken that nimble pen, as, for example, under_ 'How to begin a Letter': + +'"And never, never, dear madam" (N.B.--This remark is addressed to ladies +_only_. No _man_ would ever do such a thing), "put 'Wednesday' simply as +the date! "_That way madness lies!_"' + +_From section 3_: 'How to go on with a Letter.'--'A great deal of the bad +writing in the world comes simply from writing too _quickly_. Of course +you reply, "I do it to save _time_." A very good object, no doubt, but +what right have you to do it at your friend's expense? Isn't _his_ time as +valuable as yours? Years ago I used to receive letters from a friend--and +very interesting letters too--written in one of the most atrocious hands +ever invented. It generally took me about a _week_ to read one of his +letters! I used to carry it about in my pocket and take it out at leisure +times, to puzzle over the riddles which composed it--holding it in +different positions and at different distances, till at last the meaning +of some hopeless scrawl would flash upon me, when I at once wrote down the +English under it. And when several had been thus guessed the context would +help one with the others, till at last the whole series of hieroglyphics +was deciphered. If _all_ one's friends wrote like that, life would be +entirely spent in reading their letters!' + +_Rule for correspondence that has, unfortunately, become_ controversial. + +'_Don't repeat yourself._--When once you have had your say fully and +clearly on a certain point, and have failed to convince your friend, +_drop that subject_. To repeat your arguments all over again, will simply +lead to his doing the same, and so you will go on like a circulating +decimal. _Did you ever know a circulating decimal come to an end?_' + + * * * * * + +_Rule 5._--'If your friend makes a severe remark, either leave it +unnoticed, or make your reply distinctly less severe; and if he makes a +friendly remark, tending towards making up the little difference that has +arisen between you, let your reply be distinctly _more_ friendly. + + * * * * * + +'If, in picking a quarrel, each party declined to go more than +_three-eighths_ of the way, and if in making friends, each was ready to go +_five-eighths_ of the way--why, there would be more reconciliations than +quarrels! Which is like the Irishman's remonstrance to his gad-about +daughter: "Shure, you're _always_ goin' out! You go out three times for +_wanst_ that you come in!"' + + * * * * * + +_Rule 6._--'Don't try to get the last word.... (N.B.--If you are a +gentleman and your friend a lady, this rule is superfluous: _You won't get +the last word!_)' + + * * * * * + +_Let the last word to-day be part of another rule, which gives a glimpse +into that gentle heart:_ + +'When you have written a letter that you feel may possibly irritate your +friend, however necessary you may have felt it to so express yourself, +_put it aside till the next day_. Then read it over again, and fancy it +addressed to yourself. This will often lead to your writing it all over +again, taking out a lot of the vinegar and pepper and putting in honey +instead, and thus making a _much_ more palatable dish of it!' + + 'Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus + Tam cari capitis?' + +W. H. D. + +_November 1907._ + + + + +FEEDING THE MIND + + +Breakfast, dinner, tea; in extreme cases, breakfast, luncheon, dinner, +tea, supper, and a glass of something hot at bedtime. What care we take +about feeding the lucky body! Which of us does as much for his mind? And +what causes the difference? Is the body so much the more important of the +two? + +By no means: but life depends on the body being fed, whereas we can +continue to exist as animals (scarcely as men) though the mind be +utterly starved and neglected. Therefore Nature provides that, in case of +serious neglect of the body, such terrible consequences of discomfort and +pain shall ensue, as will soon bring us back to a sense of our duty: and +some of the functions necessary to life she does for us altogether, +leaving us no choice in the matter. It would fare but ill with many of us +if we were left to superintend our own digestion and circulation. 'Bless +me!' one would cry, 'I forgot to wind up my heart this morning! To think +that it has been standing still for the last three hours!' 'I can't walk +with you this afternoon,' a friend would say, 'as I have no less than +eleven dinners to digest. I had to let them stand over from last week, +being so busy, and my doctor says he will not answer for the consequences +if I wait any longer!' + +Well, it is, I say, for us that the consequences of neglecting the body +can be clearly seen and felt; and it might be well for some if the mind +were equally visible and tangible--if we could take it, say, to the +doctor, and have its pulse felt. + +'Why, what have you been doing with this mind lately? How have you fed it? +It looks pale, and the pulse is very slow.' + +'Well, doctor, it has not had much regular food lately. I gave it a lot of +sugar-plums yesterday.' + +'Sugar-plums! What kind?' + +'Well, they were a parcel of conundrums, sir.' + +'Ah, I thought so. Now just mind this: if you go on playing tricks like +that, you'll spoil all its teeth, and get laid up with mental indigestion. +You must have nothing but the plainest reading for the next few days. Take +care now! No novels on any account!' + + * * * * * + +Considering the amount of painful experience many of us have had in +feeding and dosing the body, it would, I think, be quite worth our while +to try and translate some of the rules into corresponding ones for the +mind. + +First, then, we should set ourselves to provide for our mind its _proper +kind_ of food. We very soon learn what will, and what will not, agree with +the body, and find little difficulty in refusing a piece of the tempting +pudding or pie which is associated in our memory with that terrible attack +of indigestion, and whose very name irresistibly recalls rhubarb and +magnesia; but it takes a great many lessons to convince us how +indigestible some of our favourite lines of reading are, and again and +again we make a meal of the unwholesome novel, sure to be followed by its +usual train of low spirits, unwillingness to work, weariness of +existence--in fact, by mental nightmare. + +Then we should be careful to provide this wholesome food in _proper +amount_. Mental gluttony, or over-reading, is a dangerous propensity, +tending to weakness of digestive power, and in some cases to loss of +appetite: we know that bread is a good and wholesome food, but who would +like to try the experiment of eating two or three loaves at a sitting? + +I have heard a physician telling his patient--whose complaint was merely +gluttony and want of exercise--that 'the earliest symptom of +hyper-nutrition is a deposition of adipose tissue,' and no doubt the fine +long words greatly consoled the poor man under his increasing load of +fat. + +I wonder if there is such a thing in nature as a FAT MIND? I really think +I have met with one or two: minds which could not keep up with the slowest +trot in conversation; could not jump over a logical fence, to save their +lives; always got stuck fast in a narrow argument; and, in short, were fit +for nothing but to waddle helplessly through the world. + + * * * * * + +Then, again, though the food be wholesome and in proper amount, we know +that we must not consume _too many kinds at once_. Take the thirsty a +quart of beer, or a quart of cider, or even a quart of cold tea, and he +will probably thank you (though not so heartily in the last case!). But +what think you his feelings would be if you offered him a tray containing +a little mug of beer, a little mug of cider, another of cold tea, one of +hot tea, one of coffee, one of cocoa, and corresponding vessels of milk, +water, brandy-and-water, and butter-milk? The sum total might be a quart, +but would it be the same thing to the haymaker? + + * * * * * + +Having settled the proper kind, amount, and variety of our mental food, it +remains that we should be careful to allow _proper intervals_ between meal +and meal, and not swallow the food hastily without mastication, so that it +may be thoroughly digested; both which rules, for the body, are also +applicable at once to the mind. + +First, as to the intervals: these are as really necessary as they are for +the body, with this difference only, that while the body requires three or +four hours' rest before it is ready for another meal, the mind will in +many cases do with three or four minutes. I believe that the interval +required is much shorter than is generally supposed, and from personal +experience, I would recommend anyone, who has to devote several hours +together to one subject of thought, to try the effect of such a break, say +once an hour, leaving off for five minutes only each time, but taking care +to throw the mind absolutely 'out of gear' for those five minutes, and +to turn it entirely to other subjects. It is astonishing what an amount of +impetus and elasticity the mind recovers during those short periods of +rest. + +And then, as to the mastication of the food, the mental process answering +to this is simply _thinking over_ what we read. This is a very much +greater exertion of mind than the mere passive taking in the contents of +our Author. So much greater an exertion is it, that, as Coleridge says, +the mind often 'angrily refuses' to put itself to such trouble--so much +greater, that we are far too apt to neglect it altogether, and go on +pouring in fresh food on the top of the undigested masses already lying +there, till the unfortunate mind is fairly swamped under the flood. But +the greater the exertion the more valuable, we may be sure, is the effect. +One hour of steady thinking over a subject (a solitary walk is as good an +opportunity for the process as any other) is worth two or three of reading +only. And just consider another effect of this thorough digestion of the +books we read; I mean the arranging and 'ticketing,' so to speak, of the +subjects in our minds, so that we can readily refer to them when we want +them. Sam Slick tells us that he has learnt several languages in his life, +but somehow 'couldn't keep the parcels sorted' in his mind. And many a +mind that hurries through book after book, without waiting to digest or +arrange anything, gets into that sort of condition, and the unfortunate +owner finds himself far from fit really to support the character all his +friends give him. + +'A thoroughly well-read man. Just you try him in any subject, now. You +can't puzzle him.' + +You turn to the thoroughly well-read man. You ask him a question, say, in +English history (he is understood to have just finished reading Macaulay). +He smiles good-naturedly, tries to look as if he knew all about it, and +proceeds to dive into his mind for the answer. Up comes a handful of very +promising facts, but on examination they turn out to belong to the wrong +century, and are pitched in again. A second haul brings up a fact much +more like the real thing, but, unfortunately, along with it comes a tangle +of other things--a fact in political economy, a rule in arithmetic, the +ages of his brother's children, and a stanza of Gray's 'Elegy,' and among +all these, the fact he wants has got hopelessly twisted up and entangled. +Meanwhile, every one is waiting for his reply, and, as the silence is +getting more and more awkward, our well-read friend has to stammer out +some half-answer at last, not nearly so clear or so satisfactory as an +ordinary schoolboy would have given. And all this for want of making up +his knowledge into proper bundles and ticketing them. + +Do you know the unfortunate victim of ill-judged mental feeding when you +see him? Can you doubt him? Look at him drearily wandering round a +reading-room, tasting dish after dish--we beg his pardon, book after +book--keeping to none. First a mouthful of novel; but no, faugh! he has +had nothing but that to eat for the last week, and is quite tired of the +taste. Then a slice of science; but you know at once what the result of +that will be--ah, of course, much too tough for _his_ teeth. And so on +through the whole weary round, which he tried (and failed in) yesterday, +and will probably try and fail in to-morrow. + +Mr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, in his very amusing book, 'The Professor at the +Breakfast Table,' gives the following rule for knowing whether a human +being is young or old: 'The crucial experiment is this--offer a bulky bun +to the suspected individual just ten minutes before dinner. If this is +easily accepted and devoured, the fact of youth is established.' He tells +us that a human being, 'if young, will eat anything at any hour of the day +or night.' + +To ascertain the healthiness of the _mental_ appetite of a human animal, +place in its hands a short, well-written, but not exciting treatise on +some popular subject--a mental _bun_, in fact. If it is read with eager +interest and perfect attention, _and if the reader can answer questions on +the subject afterwards_, the mind is in first-rate working order. If it be +politely laid down again, or perhaps lounged over for a few minutes, and +then, 'I can't read this stupid book! Would you hand me the second volume +of "The Mysterious Murder"?' you may be equally sure that there is +something wrong in the mental digestion. + +If this paper has given you any useful hints on the important subject of +reading, and made you see that it is one's duty no less than one's +interest to 'read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest' the good books that +fall in your way, its purpose will be fulfilled. + + +BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35546.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35546.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ab8e430f222ca45ef7f49d36316e7fd75d9c18fd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35546.txt @@ -0,0 +1,631 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David T. Jones, Ross Cooling and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Canada Team at +http://www.pgdpcanada.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN + + BY + + ROBERT + LOUIS + STEVENSON + + ILLUSTRATED + + BY + + A. S. BOYD + +[Illustration] + + + + + A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN + +[Illustration: THE PRAYER p. 16] + + + + + A LOWDEN + SABBATH MORN + + BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON + + ILLUSTRATED BY A. S. BOYD + + & PUBLISHED AT LONDON BY + CHATTO & WINDUS MCMIX + + + + + First Illustrated Edition published 1898, and a Second Impression in + the same year. + + New Edition in 1907; and with Coloured Frontispiece in 1909. + + + Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson & Co. + At the Ballantyne Press, Edinburgh + + + + + TO + + THE MEMORY OF + + ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON + + THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED + + BY + + THE ILLUSTRATOR + + + + + A Lowden Sabbath Morn + + + I + + The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells + Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells, + Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells, + Sounds far an' near, + An' through the simmer kintry tells + Its tale o' cheer. + + + II + + An' noo, to that melodious play, + A' deidly awn the quiet sway-- + A' ken their solemn holiday, + Bestial an' human, + The singin' lintie on the brae, + The restin' plou'man. + + + III + + He, mair than a' the lave o' men, + His week completit joys to ken; + Half-dressed, he daunders out an' in, + Perplext wi' leisure; + An' his raxt limbs he'll rax again + Wi' painfue' pleesure. + + + IV + + The steerin' mither strang afit + Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit; + Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shueit + To scart upon them, + Or sweeties in their pouch to pit, + Wi' blessin's on them. + + + V + + The lasses, clean frae tap to taes, + Are busked in crunklin' underclaes; + The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays, + The nakit shift, + A' bleached on bonny greens for days + An' white's the drift. + + + VI + + An' noo to face the kirkward mile: + The guidman's hat o' dacent style, + The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyle + As white's the miller: + A waefue' peety tae, to spile + The warth o' siller. + + + VII + + Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack, + Douce-stappin' in the stoury track, + Her emeralt goun a' kiltit back + Frae snawy coats, + White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack + Wi' Dauvit Groats. + + + VIII + + A thocht ahint, in runkled breeks, + A' spiled wi' lyin' by for weeks, + The guidman follows closs, an' cleiks + The sonsie missis; + His sarious face at aince bespeaks + The day that this is. + + + IX + + And aye an' while we nearer draw + To whaur the kirkton lies alaw, + Mair neebours, comin' saft an' slaw + Frae here an' there, + The thicker thrang the gate, an' caw + The stour in air. + + + X + + But hark! the bells frae nearer clang; + To rowst the slaw, their sides they bang; + An' see! black coats a'ready thrang + The green kirkyaird; + And at the yett, the chestnuts spang + That brocht the laird. + + + XI + + The solemn elders at the plate + Stand drinkin' deep the pride o' state: + The practised hands as gash an' great + As Lords o' Session; + The later named, a wee thing blate + In their expression. + + + XII + + The prentit stanes that mark the deid, + Wi' lengthened lip, the sarious read; + Syne wag a moraleesin' heid, + An' then an' there + Their hirplin' practice an' their creed + Try hard to square. + + + XIII + + It's here our Merren lang has lain, + A wee bewast the table-stane; + An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane; + An' further ower, + The mither's brithers, dacent men! + Lie a' the fower. + + + XIV + + Here the guidman sall bide awee + To dwall amang the deid; to see + Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e; + Belike to hear + Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee + On fancy's ear. + + + XV + + Thus, on the day o' solemn things, + The bell that in the steeple swings + To fauld a scaittered faim'ly rings + Its walcome screed; + An' just a wee thing nearer brings + The quick an' deid. + + + XVI + + But noo the bell is ringin' in; + To tak their places, folk begin; + The minister himsel' will shuene + Be up the gate, + Filled fu' wi' clavers about sin + An' man's estate. + + + XVII + + The tuenes are up--_French_, to be shuere, + The faithfue' _French_, an' twa-three mair; + The auld prezentor, hoastin' sair, + Wales out the portions, + An' yirks the tuene into the air + Wi' queer contortions. + + + XVIII + + Follows the prayer, the readin' next, + An' than the fisslin' for the text-- + The twa-three last to find it, vext + But kind o' proud; + An' than the peppermints are raxed, + An' southernwood. + + + XIX + + For noo's the time whan pows are seen + Nid-noddin' like a mandareen; + When tenty mithers stap a preen + In sleepin' weans; + An' nearly half the parochine + Forget their pains. + + + XX + + There's just a waukrif' twa or three: + Thrawn commentautors sweer to 'gree, + Weans glowrin' at the bumlin' bee + On windie-glasses, + Or lads that tak a keek a-glee + At sonsie lasses. + + + XXI + + Himsel', meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks + An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box, + The treesures of his words unlocks + Wi' prodigality, + An' deals some unco dingin' knocks + To infidality. + + + XXII + + Wi' sappy unction, hoo he burkes + The hopes o' men that trust in works, + Expounds the fau'ts o' ither kirks, + An' shaws the best o' them + No muckle better than mere Turks, + When a's confessed o' them. + + + XXIII + + Bethankit! what a bonny creed! + What mair would ony Christian need?-- + The braw words rumm'le ower his heid, + Nor steer the sleeper; + And in their restin' graves, the deid + Sleep aye the deeper. + + + + + AUTHOR'S NOTE + + +It may be guessed by some that I had a certain parish in my eye, and +this makes it proper I should add a word of disclamation. In my time +there have been two ministers in that parish. Of the first I have a +special reason to speak well, even had there been any to think ill. The +second I have often met in private and long (in the due phrase) "sat +under" in his church, and neither here nor there have I heard an unkind +or ugly word upon his lips. The preacher of the text had thus no +original in that particular parish; but when I was a boy he might have +been observed in many others; he was then (like the schoolmaster) +abroad; and by recent advices, it would seem he has not yet entirely +disappeared. + + + + + ILLUSTRATOR'S NOTE + + +I am not certain of the particular parish Stevenson had in his mind when +he wrote this poem, but I am certain that the description is typical of +almost any Scottish rural parish, Lowden (that is, _Lothian_) or other. +In illustrating the verses it has seemed to me, therefore, unnecessary +to make portraits from any one locality. I fancy the writer looked back +to the period of his boyhood and to the people he knew in more than one +part of his native country, so I have tried to depict that period and +that class of people as I remember them in various counties of his land +and mine. + + A. S. B. + +[Illustration] + + _The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells + Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells, + Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells, + Sounds far an' near, + An' through the simmer kintry tells + Its tale o' cheer._ + +[Illustration] + + _An' noo, to that melodious play, + A' deidly awn the quiet sway-- + A' ken their solemn holiday, + Bestial an' human, + The singin' lintie on the brae, + The restin' plou'man._ + +[Illustration] + + _He, mair than a' the lave o' men, + His week completit joys to ken; + Half-dressed, he daunders out an' in, + Perplext wi' leisure; + An' his raxt limbs he'll rax again + Wi' painfue' pleesure._ + +[Illustration] + + _The steerin' mither strang afit + Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit; + Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shueit + To scart upon them, + Or sweeties in their pouch to pit, + Wi' blessin's on them._ + +[Illustration] + + _The lasses, clean frae tap to taes, + Are busked in crunklin' underclaes; + The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays, + The nakit shift, + A' bleached on bonny greens for days, + An' white's the drift._ + +[Illustration] + + _An' noo to face the kirkward mile: + The guidman's hat o' dacent style, + The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyle + As white's the miller: + A waefue' peety tae, to spile + The warth o' siller._ + +[Illustration] + + _Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack, + Douce-stappin' in the stoury track, + Her emeralt goun a' kiltit back + Frae snawy coats, + White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack + Wi' Dauvit Groats._ + + _A thocht ahint, in runkled breeks, + A' spiled wi' lyin' by for weeks, + The guidman follows closs, an' cleiks + The sonsie missis; + His sarious face at aince bespeaks + The day that this is._ + +[Illustration] + + _And aye an' while we nearer draw + To whaur the kirkton lies alaw, + Mair neebours, comin saft an' slaw + Frae here an' there, + The thicker thrang the gate, an' caw + The stour in air._ + +[Illustration] + + _But hark! the bells frae nearer clang; + To rowst the slaw, their sides they bang; + An' see! black coats a'ready thrang + The green kirkyaird; + And at the yett, the chestnuts spang + That brocht the laird._ + +[Illustration] + + _The solemn elders at the plate + Stand drinkin' deep the pride o' state: + The practised hands as gash an' great + As Lords o' Session; + The later named, a wee thing blate + In their expression._ + +[Illustration] + + _The prentit stanes that mark the deid, + Wi' lengthened lip, the sarious read; + Syne wag a moraleesin' heid, + An' then an' there + Their hirplin' practice an' their creed + Try hard to square._ + +[Illustration] + + _It's here our Merren lang has lain, + A wee bewast the table-stane; + An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane; + An' further ower, + The mither's brithers, dacent men! + Lie a' the fower._ + +[Illustration] + + _Here the guidman sall bide awee + To dwall amang the deid; to see + Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e; + Belike to hear + Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee + On fancy's ear._ + +[Illustration] + + _Thus, on the day o' solemn things, + The bell that in the steeple swings + To fauld a scaittered faim'ly rings + Its walcome screed; + An' just a wee thing nearer brings + The quick an' deid._ + +[Illustration] + + _But noo the bell is ringin' in; + To tak their places, folk begin;_ + +[Illustration] + + _The minister himsel' will shuene + Be up the gate, + Filled fu' wi' clavers about sin + An' man's estate._ + +[Illustration] + + _The tuenes are up_--French, _to be shuere, + The faithfue'_ French, _an' twa-three mair; + The auld prezentor, hoastin' sair, + Wales out the portions, + An' yirks the tuene into the air + Wi' queer contortions._ + +[Illustration] + + _Follows the prayer, the readin' next, + An' than the fisslin' for the text-- + The twa-three last to find it, vext + But kind o' proud;_ + +[Illustration] + + _An' than the peppermints are raxed, + An' southernwood._ + +[Illustration] + + _For noo's the time whan pows are seen + Nid-noddin' like a mandareen; + When tenty mithers stap a preen + In sleepin' weans; + An' nearly half the parochine + Forget their pains._ + +[Illustration] + + _There's just a waukrif' twa or three: + Thrawn commentautors sweer to 'gree,_ + +[Illustration] + + _Weans glowrin' at the bumlin' bee + On windie-glasses, + Or lads that tak a keek a-glee + At sonsie lasses._ + +[Illustration] + + _Himsel', meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks + An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box, + The treesures of his words unlocks + Wi' prodigality, + An' deals some unco dingin' knocks + To infidality._ + +[Illustration] + + _Wi' sappy unction, hoo he burkes + The hopes o' men that trust in works, + Expounds the fau'ts o' ither kirks, + An' shaws the best o' them + No muckle better than mere Turks, + When a's confessed o' them._ + + _Bethankit! what a bonny creed! + What mair would ony Christian need?_-- + +[Illustration] + + _The braw words rumm'le ower his heid, + Nor steer the sleeper;_ + +[Illustration] + + _And in their restin' graves, the deid + Sleep aye the deeper._ + +[Illustration] + + + + + Works by Robert Louis Stevenson + + AN INLAND VOYAGE. + EDINBURGH: PICTURESQUE NOTES. + TRAVELS WITH A DONKEY. + VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE. + FAMILIAR STUDIES OF MEN AND BOOKS. + NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS. + TREASURE ISLAND. + THE SILVERADO SQUATTERS. + A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES. + PRINCE OTTO. + THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE. + KIDNAPPED. + THE MERRY MEN. + UNDERWOODS. + MEMORIES AND PORTRAITS. + THE BLACK ARROW. + THE MASTER OF BALLANTRAE. + FATHER DAMIEN: AN OPEN LETTER. + BALLADS. + ACROSS THE PLAINS. + ISLAND NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENTS. + A FOOTNOTE TO HISTORY. + CATRIONA. + WEIR OF HERMISTON. + VAILIMA LETTERS. + FABLES. + SONGS OF TRAVEL. + ST. IVES. + IN THE SOUTH SEAS. + ESSAYS OF TRAVEL. + TALES AND FANTASIES. + THE ART OF WRITING. + PRAYERS WRITTEN AT VAILIMA. + A CHRISTMAS SERMON. + + + with Mrs. Stevenson + + THE DYNAMITER. + + + with Lloyd Osbourne + + THE WRONG BOX. THE WRECKER. THE EBB-TIDE. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Lowden Sabbath Morn, by Robert Louis Stevenson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35777.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35777.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bf4ef3856446f1876fdfc3101ade89af9c214903 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35777.txt @@ -0,0 +1,491 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + +[Frontispiece: Winthrop's Statue in Scollay Square.] + + + + + +GOVERNOR WINTHROP'S RETURN TO BOSTON. + + + +AN INTERVIEW + +WITH + +A GREAT CHARACTER. + +A Poem + + +READ AT A SOCIAL MEETING OF FIRST CHURCH, AND + +ALSO AT THE THURSDAY EVENING CLUB, + +MARCH 25, APRIL 20, 1882. + + + +BY G. WASHINGTON WARREN. + + + +"Interviews are a modern species of literature, in which the author +attempts to give a fancy sketch of the known or supposed opinions of +the party interviewed." + + + + +BOSTON: + +A. WILLIAMS AND COMPANY, + +The Corner Bookstore + +1883. + + + + +_Three hundred copies printed._ + + + +_Copyright, 1883,_ + +BY G. WASHINGTON WARREN. + + + +UNIVERSITY PRESS: + +JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE. + + + + +TO + +ROBERT CHARLES WINTHROP, + + +THE DISTINGUISHED DESCENDANT OF + + +GOVERNOR JOHN WINTHROP, + +A GENTLEMAN AND A SCHOLAR, A STATESMAN AND AN ORATOR, + +IN WHOM THE VIRTUES OF HIS ILLUSTRIOUS ANCESTOR + +ARE HAPPILY BLENDED, + + +This Little Book, + + +AS A SLIGHT TOKEN OF HIGH ESTEEM, + +IS INSCRIBED + + +BY THE AUTHOR. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + +Governor Winthrop's Return to Boston + + + His Statue in Scollay Square + The Covenant of First Church + His Observations on his Return + The "Stocks" of his Time + The Changes since, and those which are to come + Rev. John Wilson's Vision + The Thursday Lecture and Thursday Club + President William B. Rogers and his Death + The new President of the Club + Josiah Quincy's Estimate of Winthrop + Winthrop's Life and Services + + +An Interview with a Great Character + + + Silence and Darkness in Scollay Square + Winthrop appears to the Writer + He disclaims being Venerable + Age not reckoned in Spirit-land + He refers to First Church and its History + And predicts its still Greater Success + The Winthrop Cup + New Things and Old + His Reflections on Wealth + The Example of John Harvard + The Spiritual the Substantial + The Proper Site of his Statue + Winthrop's Benediction and Departure + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS. + + +WINTHROP'S STATUE IN SCOLLAY SQUARE . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ + +THE "STOCKS" OF THE OLDEN TIME + +THE FIRST CHURCH, ON MARLBOROUGH STREET + +PORTRAIT OF REV. JOHN WILSON + +THE WINTHROP CUP + + + + +Governor Winthrop's Return to Boston. + + +On the seventeenth day of September, A.D. 1880, the two hundred and +fiftieth anniversary of the foundation of the town of Boston, the event +was commemorated, among other ways, by the inauguration of the statue +of John Winthrop, in Scollay Square. He is represented by the renowned +sculptor in the garb of a gentleman of his day, holding in his hand the +royal charter of the Massachusetts Colony, which he brought over with +him. + + +His serene countenance falls like a benediction upon this city of ours, +which shows a wonderful and prosperous growth. He may be said to be +the founder of the First Church of Boston, of the City itself, and of +this Christian Commonwealth,--a threefold distinction. To have been +the founder of a single one of these would have insured his immortal +fame. + +He was also the author of the covenant of the First Church, which was +gathered in Charlestown, Aug. 27, 1630, and which soon after removed to +the Boston side of Charles River. The covenant is in these words:-- + +"In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, and in obedience to His holy and +divine ordinance,-- + +"We, whose names are hereunder written, being by His most wise and good +providence brought together into this part of America, in the Bay of +Massachusetts, and desirous to unite ourselves into one congregation or +church, under the Lord Jesus Christ, our Head, in such sort as becometh +all those whom He hath redeemed and sanctified to Himself, do hereby +solemnly and religiously (as in His most holy presence) promise and +bind ourselves to walk in all our ways according to the rule of the +Gospel and in all sincere conformity to His holy ordinances, and in +mutual love and respect, each to other, so near as God shall give us +grace." + + +Probably there are very few, if any, original documents in America of +so ancient a date which have been preserved, and which are still in +force, as this identical covenant, which has been signed and kept by +hundreds in each generation for nearly three centuries. Far superior +to the Andover creed, or to any other creed of seminary, council, or +church, it has ever been a bond of union, and not a bone of contention. +Aptly phrased and including all the essential conditions of a vital +church organization, it will stand for centuries to come, and will +outlast all creeds of human invention, ever promoting beneficence and +charity. + + +This poem represents the spirit of Governor Winthrop returning to the +city and the capital of the Christian Commonwealth he had founded, and +taking possession of the bodily form which the artist has reproduced of +him, clothed in his own antique costume. He surveys the extended +limits of Boston, including Charlestown, with Bunker Hill Monument, and +four other townships with hundreds of church steeples pointing to the +sky. He misses from the old site on Cornhill the single house of +worship where Wilson and Cotton preached, and where he was wont to +expound; but soon he descries from afar, in his mind's eye, standing +where, in his time, the waves of the sea were surging, the beautiful +church edifice and the elegant chapel where five hundred +Sunday-scholars are weekly taught. He dwells with supreme satisfaction +upon the good deeds done by the church he established, and predicts for +it a still more prosperous future and a greater spiritual growth. He +recognizes only two things which existed in his day, and have remained +unchanged,--the church covenant he wrote, as it were, by inspiration, +or at least by a wise forecast of future needs, and the Communion cup +he gave, which has singularly escaped the hazards of fire and the +chances of time, and which has been, ever since, constantly used in the +holy commemorative service. + +Upon these almost universal changes he makes some appropriate +reflections. To "sit in the stocks" was a punishment commonly imposed +in his time for various offences. Richard Frothingham, in his "History +of Charlestown," gives a view of the stocks that were set in the +market-place with this mode of punishment applied. The view is here +reproduced. "It was much used," says Frothingham, "and several times +repaired. A sentence by the selectmen for 'drinking to excess,' shows +that one hour's sitting in the stocks could be compromised by paying +3_s._ 4_d._ money." Winthrop, of course, would be struck with the +different use of the word now so frequently spoken. From the fact that +all investments of his day are swept out of existence, he predicts that +the properties now held as most secure and reliable will in as long a +time disappear. He illustrates the superiority of man, in his own best +estate, to all worldly possessions. + +[Illustration: Sitting in the stocks] + + +His allusion to the vision of Rev. John Wilson, the first minister of +the church, recalls the following passage in his diary as quoted by +Hon. Robert C. Winthrop in his "Life and Letters of John Winthrop," +vol. 2, page 108. + +"The pastor of Boston, Mr. Wilson, a very sincere, holy man, ... told +the governour that, before he was resolved to come into this country, +he dreamed he was here, and that he saw a church arise out of the +earth, which grew up and became a marvellous goodly church." + + +The present church edifice well answers this description; built with +exquisite taste after a most appropriate design, and bearing the palm +of all the costly churches in the new part of Boston for fitness, +beauty, and permanency. + +[Illustration: First Church in Boston. Corner of Berkeley and +Marlborough Streets.] + +The Thursday Lecture, which was the special clerical and social +occasion of his time, he finds abolished; and he observes that the +Thursday Evening Club is now a characteristic feature of Boston. This +was formed for social, scientific, and literary objects. Among its +founders and early members were Edward Everett, a member of First +Church, and Hon. Robert C. Winthrop, the distinguished descendant and +representative of the Winthrop family. The one referred to in this +interview as the then leader of the Club was its late President, +William B. Rogers. He was a man of superior scientific attainments, +with a power of apt expression and a felicity and fluency of utterance +indeed remarkable. By his efforts and influence the Massachusetts +Institute of Technology was established,--a lasting monument of his +zeal for technical science, the most needed factor in popular +education. In making an address to the Institute at its Commencement +exercises, May 30, 1882, he was struck with death; he left the very +place of his heart's and life's devotion for the spirit land of +Winthrop. His predecessors in the office of President of the Club were +John C. Warren, the nephew of General Joseph Warren, Edward Everett, J. +Mason Warren, and Bishop Manton Eastburn. The historic mantle of the +office has now been cast on Colonel Theodore Lyman, upon whose +well-stored and lofty head honors have fallen thick, but no faster than +merited. + + +Josiah Quincy the elder, the second on the roll of Boston's +distinguished Mayors, declared that the City might well adopt Winthrop +as its patron saint. His was an ideal, saintly life, and his +character, in a sense, supernatural. He bore success and defeat in a +political election with like equanimity, a trait that, as it were, by a +law of heredity marks with special honor his living representative. +Whether in office or out, and possessing large estates or, one after +another, deprived of them, he kept his mind active and his brain +industriously working for the development of a higher social life under +Christian culture in a virgin land, by his leadership, under the +Providence he devoutly acknowledged, to be fitted and fashioned for a +new and powerful country, of which Boston was to be a memorable city. + + +Nor could he fail to remark upon the location of the statue set up in +his honor in Scollay Square, rather than on Boston Common, which he had +laid out and secured to posterity. The City Square in Charlestown, +where he first unrolled the old charter of the Colony before the new +government at its first meeting here, would have been a better site for +it than the one selected. + + +Difficult it is, indeed, to set down in worthy lines the remembrance of +the interview herein depicted. Of course, it has been faintly and +inadequately done. Let us hope, however, that, should Winthrop's +spirit, two or three centuries hence, visit again the last and most +eventful scenes of his earthly life, he will find Boston, though +changed anew, yet vastly improved, keeping pace with all developments +for the good of an ever advancing race, and second to none in the +Commonwealth or Nation in true excellence and progress. + + + + +AN INTERVIEW + +WITH + +A GREAT CHARACTER. + +A Poem + + + + + POEM. + + + There was a quiet hour in Scollay Square; + The cars and teams were blocked from getting there; + No longer shone the famed electric light,-- + It flickered out and left the darkest night. + I seemed to feel a shock upon my arm, + And hear the statue speak: "I 'll do no harm,-- + An elder of First Church I think you are; + I have a message for you; come, prepare." + +[Illustration: Portrait of Rev. John Wilson.] + + "Winthrop!" cried I, "my venerable sire! + Do you reanimate your rich attire? + Most glad am I to have this interview; + Pray, tell me all you wish, things old and new." + "My friend," said he, "no ven'rable am I, + For mortals grow no older when they die; + E'er since my earthly race I long have run, + My age has numbered only sixty-one. + Years are not counted on the heavenly shore, + For in eternal life time is no more. + The children sweet, the lovely bride forsooth, + Transferred, preserve the freshness of their youth. + Those who departed later are not found + Far to transcend them in their endless round. + More of the spirits' life I may not tell; + Enough to say that with them all is well; + God's universe has boundless worlds to show; + His works will take eternity to know. + + "But I would speak of your millennial time + Whose fame has gone through yon celestial clime. + Almost one seventh of the years our Lord + Has named for Him, First Church has preached His word. + Its simple cov'nant ever served its need; + It learned to live without a cumbrous creed. + Its 'goodly church,' fast built where flowed the tide, + Fulfils the vision Wilson saw with pride. + Its charming chapel opens wide the door + To the bright children of the suffering poor. + Ah! blest are they who use for them their might! + Angels will bear them on their upward flight; + And, in return, the grateful youth will come, + With prosperous hands, to deck their Christian home. + + The seed, wide-spread, will take its deepest root, + And, watered oft, will yield its tenfold fruit. + Erelong those hallowed walls will scarce contain + Those who shall flock to learn the precepts plain. + More week-day services will be required, + To hear the word by holy men inspired; + And long shall those enduring arches ring + With pulpit tones, and songs the choir will sing. + +[Illustration: The Winthrop Cup.] + + "The cup I gave, and which you pass around, + The sole familiar thing about this ground, + Will prove a token true from age to age,-- + May its partakers gild the sacred page! + + "Oft as my after-knowledge takes wide range, + I note how wonderful the constant change: + No coin we used is current here to-day; + The bills we passed you would not take for pay. + Our money funds required no 'safety' locks, + And differs much what we and you call 'stocks;' + Men often find yours quite a dangerous game, + And get their foot stuck in them just the same. + + "The Thursday Lecture yields no more its grace; + Your Thursday Evening Club now takes its place. + The buildings strong we built have ceased to be. + Lands now most valued then were in the sea. + And so, few centuries hence, 't will be again: + What now is property will sink like rain; + Your mills, railroads, and bonds will be out-played; + Then, too, your fruitful Calumet may fade. + Amass as much as one can call his own, + By right use only can its good be shown; + Pile worldly goods in a superfluous whole, + They are not worth e'en one immortal soul. + + "'T was not my lot to have large sums in store, + My wealth was gone ere mortal life was o'er; + But Faith and Liberty I most did prize,-- + On those twin rocks I bade a nation rise. + There was another John, you understand; + He founded Learning's halls in this new land; + Not Vanderbilt, nor any moneyed name + Will e'er outshine John Harvard's brilliant fame. + + Learn this: strive not for wealth that will not last, + But let your treasures be in heaven cast; + These are alone the real things to crave. + While that will mould, like bodies in the grave, + Material forms to meet decay are sure; + The mind and spirit only will endure. + Hope's blissful visions, with its longings strong, + The will's high purpose, freed from thought of wrong, + Fond memory of good deeds that here were done, + Of sinners from their evil courses won, + The love and knowledge of the God Supreme, + Of Christ who came the fallen to redeem,-- + These are, indeed, the good, substantial things + To which the soul for endless ages clings. + + "Could I have marked where should this statue stand, + I would have placed it on that Common land, + Of past and coming times the great delight,-- + With First Church spire and Capitol in sight; + My figure there should front the setting sun; + That, in review of any good I 've done + During the last score years I passed on earth, + Posterity may better know my worth. + + "I love the grand First Church, I love the State. + I planted both. Their growth, through God, is great, + And both will flourish ever, while the sun + His circuit round this globe shall seem to run. + May every good Saint Botolph's town betide, + And Thursday Club, led by the wisest Guide." + + Of what he said, this is, condensed, the sum. + Then flashed the light; on came the busy hum; + Then Winthrop's spirit soared up to the stars; + Mute stood his statue 'mid the noisy cars. + + + + +[Illustration: Tailpiece] + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35870.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35870.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6a25a3252389e50d243db1e8faaf324ea8d37d55 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35870.txt @@ -0,0 +1,263 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + + +LETTER +TO +THE RIGHT HONOURABLE +LORD VISCOUNT MELBOURNE, +ON THE CAUSE OF THE +HIGHER AVERAGE PRICE OF GRAIN +IN +BRITAIN THAN ON THE CONTINENT. + +By SIR GEORGE GRANT SUTTIE, +BARONET, OF PRESTON GRANGE. + +EDINBURGH: +PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS. +1839. + +EDINBURGH: +Printed by Andrew Shortrede, Thistle Lane. + + + + +LETTER. + + +The average price of grain in Britain has, for a long series of years, +been higher than in the neighbouring countries of Europe. It is of the +utmost importance to ascertain the cause or causes of this higher price. +The following appear to be the principal:--1st, Scarcity, the effect of +monopoly; 2d, The higher rate of taxation in this than in the +neighbouring nations; 3d, The higher rate of the real wages of labour in +this than in the other countries of Europe. + +If it can be proved, that the first is the only cause of the higher +average price of grain in Britain, there can be no doubt that it is the +interest of every class in the community to have it removed: If the +second cause, the higher rate of taxation in Britain, has the slightest +influence on the price of grain, the question assumes a very different +aspect: And if the third cause, the higher real wages of labour in +Britain, has any connection whatever with the higher average price of +grain in Britain, the question of the Corn Laws would then evidently +connect itself with the best interests of the country. Those who +advocate the abolition of the Corn Laws, assume it to be proved, that +the higher average price of grain in Britain arises from scarcity, the +effect of monopoly: as, therefore, the cause of the higher price of +grain in Britain would be removed by the abolition of the Corn Laws, +they assert that the price here would be brought nearly to a level with +the price on the Continent, and that the evils which they consider +Britain labours under from a scarcity of food would be removed. Now, I +believe it will be admitted, that at no period of the history of Britain +has the average price of grain so far exceeded the price on the +Continent as during the present century; and I think it will also be +admitted, that at no period of the history of Britain, or of any other +nation, has so rapid an increase taken place in the amount of the +population, in the wealth, and, above all, in the amount of taxation +actually levied from the people. The state of the case is this: It is +asserted, that, for the last thirty-eight years, the inhabitants of +Britain have been labouring under the evil effects of a scarcity of +food, as proved by the higher average price of grain in Britain, when +compared with the price on the Continent. During the same period, the +population has increased in a greater degree than during any former +period; and the wealth of the country has increased to such an extent as +to excite the wonder and envy of the world; and the substantial nature +of this wealth is proved by the amount of the revenue raised from it by +taxation, greatly exceeding the revenue of any other country. This view +of the question must, I think, dispose any dispassionate person to +doubt, that an absolute scarcity of food for the last thirty-eight years +in Britain has been the sole cause of the higher average price of grain +during that period. In order to prove that a certain effect is produced +by a given cause, it is desirable to shew, that the same effect could +not be produced by any other cause; and this naturally leads me to +consider how far the higher average price of grain in Britain may arise +from the other two causes. I think it is admitted, even by those who +advocate the abolition of the Corn Laws, that the price of grain is +influenced by taxation in the same way, but only to the same extent, as +the price of manufactures. They admit that the wages of the labourers +must be increased in proportion to the increase by taxation on the price +of commodities consumed by them; and the great leading cause of +complaint at the present moment on the part of the abolitionists and +manufacturers, is, that in all articles requiring much manual labour, +Britain is at present, and must continue to be, undersold in future by +the cheaper labour of the Continent. Now, it will not be denied, that +manual labour enters to an infinitely greater extent into the production +of food than into the production of any other manufacture. If, therefore +the manufacturers complain, with justice, that the higher rate of +taxation, by raising wages, prevents them from competing with +continental manufacturers, the same argument applies to the +agriculturist, only with infinitely greater force, in proportion to the +trifling assistance which machinery has as yet afforded to manual labour +in the production of food. The whole population of Britain would not be +able to do for the manufacturers in a year what the steam engine does +for them in a day; but coal, the food, or moving power of the steam +engine is absolutely cheaper in Britain than in any country in the +world. If it is admitted that the higher rate of taxation has any +influence whatever in raising or maintaining the price of grain in this +country, it must also be admitted, that some degree of protection is +just and necessary. With respect to the higher real wages of labour, if +there should appear the slightest ground for thinking that a higher rate +of real wages has any tendency to raise or maintain the average price of +grain in Britain above the average price of the Continent, any attempt +to reduce that price by enabling foreign grain to supplant that of +British growth in the home market, must be deprecated as an experiment +of the most dangerous nature for the labouring classes of the community. +I am aware that I am not entitled to assume, that the real wages of +Britain are higher than the real wages of the Continent. Those who +advocate abolition of the Corn Laws, point unceasingly to the difference +in price between the principal continental markets, such as Hamburgh, +Danzig, Berlin, and this country. I might, in the same way, point to the +wages in Britain as being at least four times the wages of these +countries; but neither would be a fair mode of arriving at the true +state of the case. Divide the quarter of wheat, at the average price of +each country, by the wages of each country, that will give the real +wages of each. Fortunately, Mr Jacob's report on the Corn Trade affords +the most satisfactory means for instituting a comparison both as to the +price of grain and the rate of real wages _in Britain and in those +countries_. From his report it appears that the average price of the +quarter of wheat for five years, ending with 1824, was 27s. in Prussia. +The average price of Britain was, for the same period, 55s. The wages of +Prussia are stated to be 2s. 6d. per week, and of Britain, 10s. per +week. The real wages, therefore, the quantity of wheat the labourers +could purchase, was double in Britain what it was in Prussia. In a +national point of view, labour is the true standard of value; if it is +admitted that labour in Britain exchanges for a greater quantity of +grain than it does in Prussia, it follows that grain is cheaper in +Britain. + +I shall now advert to what may almost be termed a fourth cause for the +higher average price of grain in Britain--the cultivation of poor land. +This the abolitionists maintain to be the necessary and natural +consequence of monopoly. It would be an arduous task to enumerate all +the pamphlets that have been written to prove the immense extent of poor +lands at present cultivated in Britain, that must be thrown out of +cultivation, in order to supply the labouring population with cheaper +bread. It must be borne in mind that Britain, for the last thirty-eight +years, has been on a starving system, as proved by the higher average +price of grain during that period. The abolitionists being, however, a +little startled at the fact, that a people in a state of starvation, as +compared with Prussia or Poland, should have increased in population, in +wealth, and in the ability to bear taxation, call to their aid the +theory of the cultivation of poor lands. They say the people have not +been absolutely starved, but their food has been raised on poor land by +an immense and unnecessary expenditure of labour, and their infallible +remedy is to throw these poor lands, amounting to a half, a third, or a +fourth of the soils of Britain, according to the theory of the different +writers, out of cultivation. Import, they say, the cheap grain, the +produce of the fertile soils of Prussia and Poland, which being cheaper +must be the produce of much less labour. Though volumes have been +written to prove the evil effects of cultivating the poor soils of +Britain, no one has yet, that I am aware of, devoted a single sentence +to prove the fact. It is much easier to take the fact for granted, and +then proceed to argue on it. The only argument I have ever heard adduced +in favour of the theory, that poorer lands are cultivated in Britain +than in Prussia or elsewhere, is, that the average price of grain is +higher; but I never can admit the force of an argument deduced from such +premises as these, that corn is high because poor land is cultivated, +and that poor land is cultivated because corn is high. + +I shall now proceed to state a few facts taken from Mr Jacob's report, +which prove the very reverse to be the truth. I may begin by observing, +that to any one who has travelled over the north of Germany or Poland, +any argument to prove that poorer land is cultivated in these countries +than in Britain is superfluous--the general aspect of these countries +being that of a sandy desert. Mr Jacob states, that the land in Prussia +is cultivated by a class of persons in some respects slaves, and, in +most respects, but little removed from that state; and that there is no +class in this country with whom their condition can be compared. He +states, that the average return of wheat, oats, barley, and rye, is four +for one--in Britain the same average is, at least, eight for one. He +states, that the stock of sheep and cattle, in proportion to the +surface, will be at least four times greater in Britain than in Prussia. +In a country such as Britain, maintaining four times the number of +cattle, and giving double the return of grain per acre, it is rather too +much to assume, without even an attempt at inquiry, that an immense +extent of poor and unprofitable land is cultivated. The cultivation of +poorer land in Britain than in other countries, being the key-stone of +the arch on which such a mass of argument rests, it seems most strange +that no attempt should ever have been made to establish the fact. The +higher price of grain may so clearly be produced by other causes besides +monopoly, and the consequent cultivation of poorer land, that the +abolitionists were bound to prove monopoly to be the sole agent. So far +from doing this, many of their own champions admit the force of other +causes, as being most efficient in maintaining the higher averages of +grain in Britain. Colonel Torrance, who, I believe, is considered a high +authority with the abolitionists, states, that if, by taxing our land, +we increase the expense of growing corn at home beyond the expense of +producing it in other countries, our prices will be higher than theirs. +In this opinion I fully agree with Colonel Torrance, though I do as +decidedly differ in an opinion he states immediately preceding that +above quoted, where he asserts that the happiest consequences follow +from leaving importation free. When what he terms artificial sterility +is produced by the pressure of taxation on the land, the Colonel does +not explain, in his elaborate work, how, if the cause of higher price is +taxation, the same amount of taxation is to be paid by the land, when +the value of its produce is reduced from the effects of importation. But +even if we admit that a great reduction in the value of the agricultural +produce in Britain would not make it more difficult to collect the +immense revenue required by this country, still the debt is considered +to press with sufficient weight on the energies of the country as it is. +As a permanent reduction in the value of the agricultural produce of +Britain would give the national creditor the power to purchase a much +larger quantity of it than he now enjoys, to that extent it would +increase the pressure of the debt, by adding most materially to its real +value. In short, the British labourer consumes, or has the power of +consuming, at least double the quantity of wheat that a Prussian or +Polish labourer has. The soil of Britain, in proportion to its +cultivated surface, produces double the quantity of grain, and maintains +four times the number of cattle that is maintained by the land in +Prussia or Poland. Taxation is admitted by all to raise the money price +of grain; and, according to Colonel Torrance, taxation will even produce +artificial sterility in land. The amount of the population engaged in +British agriculture is less in proportion to the amount engaged in +trade and manufactures than in any country in the world, yet this small +proportion of the people of Britain raises a larger supply of food for +the whole population than is enjoyed by any nation of similar magnitude: +the whole population consume, or has the power of consuming, double the +quantity of food that the Poles or Prussians have. + +From these facts it is evident that the food of Britain is produced by +much less labour than the food of Poland or Prussia. Indeed, if this was +not the case, how could the immense population engaged in manufactures, +and concentrated in the large cities of the empire, be supported? I +hold, therefore, that I am justified in asserting that the higher rate +of taxation in Britain, and the higher rate of real wages, have a very +powerful influence in maintaining the higher average price of grain in +Britain as estimated in money; that the theory of the cultivation of +poorer land in Britain than in the countries from which it is proposed +we should obtain our supplies of grain, is utterly without foundation in +fact; and that, on the contrary, the agricultural produce of Britain is +the result of less labour than in the neighbouring countries of Europe; +that labour in Britain produces more grain, and also exchanges for more. +It therefore follows, that the mode of introducing foreign corn into +this country ought to be regulated so as not to interfere with the +extension of cultivation in Britain, or to prevent the produce from +increasing, as it has hitherto done, in proportion to the increase of +the population. + + +EDINBURGH: + +Printed by ANDREW SHORTREDE, Thistle Lane. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35922.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35922.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4852b3db4e20b81ec5a194fd44fc25d381b151c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg35922.txt @@ -0,0 +1,294 @@ + + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive.) + + + + + + + + + +VICTORIAN ODE + +FOR JUBILEE DAY, 1897, + +BY FRANCIS THOMPSON. + + + + +Printed for private circulation at The Westminster Press, 1897. + + + + +VICTORIAN ODE. + + + Night; and the street a corpse beneath the moon, + Upon the threshold of the jubilant day + That was to follow soon; + Thickened with inundating dark + 'Gainst which the drowning lamps kept struggle; pole + And plank cast rigid shadows; 'twas a stark + Thing waiting for its soul, + The bones of the preluded pomp. I saw + In the cloud-sullied moon a pale array, + A lengthened apparition, slowly draw; + And as it came, + Brake all the street in phantom flame + Of flag and flower and hanging, shadowy show + Of the to-morrow's glories, as might suit + A pageant of the dead; and spectral bruit + I heard, where stood the dead to watch the dead, + The long Victorian line that passed with printless tread. + First went the holy poets, two on two, + And music, sown along the hardened ground, + Budded like frequence of glad daisies, where + Those sacred feet did fare; + Arcadian pipe, and psaltery, around, + And stringed viol, sound + To make for them melodious due. + In the first twain of those great ranks of death + Went one, the impress recent on his hair + Where it was dinted by the laureate wreath: + Who sang those goddesses with splendours bare + On Ida hill, before the Trojan boy; + And many a lovely lay, + Where Beauty did her beauties unarray + In conscious song. I saw young Love his plumes deploy, + And shake their shivering lustres, till the night + Was sprinkled and bedropt with starry play + Of versicoloured light, + To see that poet pass who sang him well; + And I could hear his heart + Throb like the after-vibrance of a bell. + A Strength beside this Beauty, Browning went, + With shrewd looks and intent, + And meditating still some gnarled theme. + Then came, somewhat apart, + In a fastidious dream, + Arnold, with a half-discontented calm, + Binding up wounds, but pouring in no balm. + The fervid breathing of Elizabeth + Broke on Christina's gentle-taken breath. + Rossetti, whose heart stirred within his breast + Like lightning in a cloud, a spirit without rest, + Came on disranked; Song's hand was in his hair, + Lest Art should have withdrawn him from the band, + Save for her strong command; + And in his eyes high Sadness made its lair. + Last came a shadow tall, with drooping lid, + Which yet not hid + The steel-like flashing of his armed glance; + Alone he did advance, + And all the throngs gave room + For one that looked with such a captain's mien: + A scornful smile lay keen + On lips that, living, prophesied of doom. + His one hand held a lightning-bolt, the other + A cup of milk and honey blent with fire; + It seemed as in that quire + He had not, nor desired not, any brother. + A space his alien eye surveyed the pride + Of meditated pomp, as one that much + Disdained the sight, methought; then at a touch, + He turned the heel, and sought with shadowy stride + His station in the dim, + Where the sole-thoughted Dante waited him. + + What throngs illustrious next, of Art and Prose, + Too long to tell; but other music rose + When came the sabre's children: they who led + The iron-throated harmonies of war, + The march resounding of the armed line, + And measured movement of battalia: + Accompanied their tread + No harps, no pipes of soft Arcadia, + But--borne to me afar-- + The tramp of squadrons, and the bursting mine, + The shock of steel, the volleying rifle-crack, + And echoes out of ancient battles dead. + So Cawnpore unto Alma thundered back, + And Delhi's cannon roared to Gujerat: + Carnage through all those iron vents gave out + Her thousand-mouthed shout. + As balefire answering balefire is unfurled, + From mountain-peaks, to tell the foe's approaches, + So ran that battle-clangour round the world, + From famous field to field + So that reverberated war was tossed; + And--in the distance lost-- + Across the plains of France and hills of Spain + It swelled once more to birth, + And broke on me again, + The voice of England's glories girdling in the earth. + + It caught like fire the main, + Where rending planks were heard, and broadsides pealed, + That shook were all the seas, + Which feared, and thought on Nelson. For with them + That struck the Russ, that brake the Mutineer, + And smote the stiff Sikh to his knee,--with these + Came they that kept our England's sea-swept hem, + And held afar from her the foreign fear. + After them came + They who pushed back the ocean of the Unknown, + And fenced some strand of knowledge for our own + Against the outgoing sea + Of ebbing mystery; + And on their banner "Science" blazoned shone. + The rear were they that wore the statesman's fame, + From Melbourne, to + The arcane face of the much-wrinkled Jew. + + Lo, in this day we keep the yesterdays, + And those great dead of the Victorian line. + They passed, they passed, but cannot pass away, + For England feels them in her blood like wine. + She was their mother, and she is their daughter, + This Lady of the water, + And from their loins she draws the greatness which they were. + And still their wisdom sways, + Their power lives in her. + Their thews it is, England, that lift thy sword, + They are the splendour, England, in thy song, + They sit unbidden at thy council-board, + Their fame doth compass all thy coasts from wrong, + And in thy sinews they are strong. + Their absence is a presence and a guest + In this day's feast; + This living feast is also of the dead, + And this, O England, is thine All Souls' Day. + And when thy cities flake the night with flames, + Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names. + + O royal England! happy child + Of such a more than regal line; + Be it said + Fair right of jubilee is thine; + And surely thou art unbeguiled + If thou keep with mirth and play, + With dance, and jollity, and praise, + Such a To-day which sums such Yesterdays. + Pour to the joyless ones thy joy, thy oil + And wine to such as faint and toil. + And let thy vales make haste to be more green + Than any vales are seen + In less auspicious lands, + And let thy trees clap all their leafy hands, + And let thy flowers be gladder far of hue + Than flowers of other regions may; + Let the rose, with her fragrance sweetened through, + Flush as young maidens do, + With their own inward blissfulness at play. + And let the sky twinkle an eagerer blue + Over our English isle + Than any otherwhere; + Till strangers shall behold, and own that she is fair. + Play up, play up, ye birds of minstrel June, + Play up your reel, play up your giddiest spring, + And trouble every tree with lusty tune, + Whereto our hearts shall dance + For overmuch pleasance, + And children's running make the earth to sing. + And ye soft winds, and ye white-fingered beams, + Aid ye her to invest, + Our queenly England, in all circumstance + Of fair and feat adorning to be drest; + Kirtled in jocund green, + Which does befit a Queen, + And like our spirits cast forth lively gleams: + And let her robe be goodly garlanded + With store of florets white and florets red, + With store of florets white and florets gold, + A fair thing to behold; + Intrailed with the white blossom and the blue, + A seemly thing to view! + And thereunto, + Set over all a woof of lawny air, + From her head wavering to her sea-shod feet, + Which shall her lovely beauty well complete, + And grace her much to wear. + + Lo, she is dressed, and lo, she cometh forth, + Our stately Lady of the North; + Lo, how she doth advance, + In her most sovereign eye regard of puissance, + And tiar'd with conquest her prevailing brow, + While nations to her bow. + Come hither, proud and ancient East, + Gather ye to this Lady of the North, + And sit down with her at her solemn feast, + Upon this culminant day of all her days; + For ye have heard the thunder of her goings-forth, + And wonder of her large imperial ways. + Let India send her turbans, and Japan + Her pictured vests from that remotest isle + Seated in the antechambers of the Sun: + And let her Western sisters for a while + Remit long envy and disunion, + And take in peace + Her hand behind the buckler of her seas, + 'Gainst which their wrath has splintered; come, for she + Her hand ungauntlets in mild amity. + Victoria! Queen, whose name is victory, + Whose woman's nature sorteth best with peace, + Bid thou the cloud of war to cease + Which ever round thy wide-girt empery + Fumes, like to smoke about a burning brand, + Telling the energies which keep within + The light unquenched, as England's light shall be; + And let this day hear only peaceful din. + For, queenly woman, thou art more than woman; + Thy name the often-struck barbarian shuns; + Thou art the fear of England to her foemen, + The love of England to her sons. + And this thy glorious day is England's; who + Can separate the two? + She joys thy joys and weeps thy tears, + And she is one with all thy moods; + Thy story is the tale of England's years, + And big with all her ills, and all her stately goods. + Now unto thee + The plenitude of the glories thou didst sow + Is garnered up in prosperous memory; + And, for the perfect evening of thy day, + An untumultuous bliss, serenely gay, + Sweetened with silence of the after-glow. + + Nor does the joyous shout + Which all our lips give out + Jar on that quietude; more than may do + A radiant childish crew, + With well-accordant discord fretting the soft hour, + Whose hair is yellowed by the sinking blaze + Over a low-mouthed sea. Exult, yet be not twirled, + England, by gusts of mere + Blind and insensate lightness; neither fear + The vastness of thy shadow on the world. + If in the East + Still strains against its leash the unglutted beast + Of War; if yet the cannon's lip be warm; + Thou, whom these portents warn but not alarm, + Feastest, but with thy hand upon the sword, + As fits a warrior race. + Not like the Saxon fools of olden days, + With the mead dripping from the hairy mouth, + While all the South + Filled with the shaven faces of the Norman horde. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36006.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36006.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb7144413b9e929bd8508067593cc68171651b9f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36006.txt @@ -0,0 +1,269 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Bryan Ness, Dianna Adair and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + Diphtheria + + +HOW TO RECOGNIZE THE DISEASE + HOW TO KEEP FROM CATCHING IT + HOW TO TREAT THOSE WHO DO CATCH IT + + + KEEP WELL SERIES No. 4 + + + [Illustration: logo] + + + TREASURY DEPARTMENT +UNITED STATES PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE + 1919 + + + GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE + + + + + + +Diphtheria + + +After babyhood has passed, beware of diphtheria. Of all the deaths of +children 3 and 4 years of age, more than one-seventh are caused by +diphtheria. + +Diphtheria is preventable and, when properly treated with antitoxin, is +curable. Most of the children who die from diphtheria really lose their +lives because of the ignorance and carelessness of their parents. + +Diphtheria is a disease most often occurring in children and resembling +a sore throat or tonsillitis. It is caused by a small germ called the +diphtheria bacillus. The disease may resemble: + +_A very mild sore throat_, the tonsils and back of the mouth being +redder than usual, and the person not feeling ill. + +It may look like a _more severe sore throat_ or tonsillitis with a white +or grayish patch, called a membrane, on the tonsils. There may be only +one or a few small distinct patches, and the throat may feel somewhat +sore. The glands in the neck, below the tonsils, may be slightly +enlarged and may feel about the size of small peas. The patient may feel +rather ill. + +Or the disease may be like a _very severe sore throat_, with small or +large gray or white patches. Not only the tonsils but also the uvula, +the small rounded end of the palate which hangs down between the +tonsils, may have on it white or gray patches. (If there is a membrane +on the uvula, the disease is almost certainly diphtheria.) With such a +throat the person feels very sick. Not only does the throat hurt, but +there are usually aches in the back of the neck and in the muscles +generally. The glands in the neck may be quite large and feel painful +when touched. The soreness in the throat may extend down the windpipe, +and membranes may form there. The patient is feverish and often is +delirious. The fever, however, is not necessarily high. + +In some cases the membranes may form in the larynx (Adam's apple). When +this is the case the patient's voice sounds hoarse and croupy, and the +child may breathe with difficulty. In small children it is not uncommon, +if such cases remain untreated, for this membrane to choke the patient. +Therefore, in all cases of croup, send for a doctor immediately. + + +THROAT CULTURES. + +In order to prevent the spread of diphtheria to others it is important +always to recognize the presence of the disease, even in mild cases. In +order to do this the doctor makes a culture from the throat and nose of +the suspected individual. He takes a piece of sterile cotton wrapped +around the end of a thin stick of wire and touches this to the throat +and tonsils, especially where there are patches or membranes. Then he +sends this swab to a laboratory, where cultures are planted from it. The +next day these cultures are examined with a microscope to see if +diphtheria bacilli, the germs which cause diphtheria, are present. + +Since the diphtheria germs or bacilli grow on the lining of the throat +and air passages, they are easily thrown out from the mouth and nose of +the patient with particles of mucus or spit when the patient coughs, +spits, or sneezes. But even when the patient talks, especially when he +talks loudly, tiny droplets of mucus or spit are given off. These +droplets may have diphtheria bacilli on them. The same is true of +particles of food, no matter how small, falling from the patient's lips. +Eating utensils such as cups, glasses, forks, and spoons that have +touched the lips of the patient may likewise have saliva on them. When +the patient has diphtheria all these droplets of saliva and of mucus +may, and usually do, contain many diphtheria bacilli. Curiously, some +persons may have diphtheria bacilli in the nose and throat and yet +remain entirely well. Such persons are called "healthy carriers." They +are especially dangerous, because there is no outward sign which will +tell them or others that they are carrying deadly disease germs around. + +All who attend the patient must be very careful not to get any of the +dangerous discharges from the patient's mouth or nose on the hands. In +fact, it is important for the attendant always to wash her hands +promptly after waiting on the patient. Besides this, care should be +taken that the germs are not carried to others by the use of eating +utensils, such as cups, glasses, spoons, forks, or plates. All of these +should be sterilized with _boiling_ water after each meal. + + +ANTITOXIN TREATMENT. + +Depending on the way it is treated, diphtheria is one of the least +dangerous or one of the most dangerous diseases. It is one of the least +dangerous when promptly treated with antitoxin; it is one of the most +dangerous when the antitoxin treatment is not given, or is delayed or +insufficient. In the days before we had antitoxin one out of every three +children who had diphtheria died. Now, if antitoxin is used on the first +or second day of the disease ninety-eight out of every hundred children +recover. The sooner diphtheria is attended to the more certain is a +cure. + +In severe cases suspected to be diphtheria the doctor always gives +diphtheria antitoxin at once. This is a wise thing to do, because the +disease goes on rapidly and a delay of 12 or 24 hours may be fatal. +Besides, no harm is done, even if the disease proves not to be +diphtheria. The antitoxin, although making some people uncomfortable for +a day or two, never does any real harm. Whenever antitoxin is given to a +person ill with diphtheria it should be given in _one dose, large enough +and early enough_. + + +TEMPORARY PROTECTION WITH ANTITOXIN. + +Diphtheria is very contagious, and many people, especially children, can +catch it. For this reason, whenever a case of diphtheria is discovered, +the doctor injects the antitoxin not only into the patient, but also, as +a protective against the disease, into those who have come into contact +with the patient. This is spoken of as "immunizing" these individuals. +The immunizing dose is not so large as the curative dose given to the +patient, but it is usually sufficient to protect those exposed to +diphtheria for a month from the time of injection. At the end of that +time the protection disappears. + + +THE SCHICK TEST. + +A few years ago a very simple test was discovered to tell whether a +person could or could not catch diphtheria. This is known as the Schick +test. It consists in injecting a few drops of a prepared diphtheria +toxin into the skin and then watching whether a characteristic red spot +appears where the injection was made. If such a spot does not appear +within two or three days it shows that the person can not catch +diphtheria. + + +LASTING PROTECTION BY DIPHTHERIA VACCINATION. + +For those in whom the characteristic redness appears, and who are +therefore known to be liable to catch diphtheria, doctors now advise a +course of protective injections similar to those which have proven so +successful against typhoid fever. This protective treatment consists of +three small injections, a week apart. There is no sore, as there is in +smallpox vaccination, and the injections are harmless. The protection +lasts for years, and perhaps even for life. + +Why not have the doctor make a Schick test on your child, and if this +shows the lack of protection against diphtheria have him give the three +protective injections? + + +PERSONAL AND BEDSIDE HYGIENE. + +1. (_a_) All discharges from the nose and mouth should be gathered in +soft, clean cloths or rags or papers and destroyed by burning. (_b_) The +patient should cover the mouth and nose when coughing or sneezing, for a +cough or sneeze will throw droplets of mucus to a distance of 10 or 12 +feet. + +2. The attendant should wear a washable gown that completely covers her +clothing. It should be put on when entering the room of the patient and +taken off immediately on leaving it. + +3. A basin of water, together with a cake of castile soap (or where +possible an antiseptic solution), should be placed in a convenient +place, so that the doctor and nurse attending the patient may wash their +hands whenever leaving the room, and even _before_ touching the door +handle. + +4. All eating utensils that the patient uses should be washed in boiling +hot water separately from other dishes and used exclusively by the +patient. + +5. All bedclothes and bedding should be boiled in soap and water, or +they should be exposed to the sunshine. _Direct sunshine kills disease +germs._ + +6. The person attending the patient should wear a double layer of gauze +or other soft thin cloth across the mouth and nose as a _face mask_ +whenever near the patient so as to prevent the droplets containing the +germs coming from the patient's mouth from entering and lodging on the +lining of the mouth or throat of the attendant. _Always remember that +even though you may not get the disease if the germs lodge in your +throat they may grow there and you may carry the disease to another +person who may catch it._ + +7. There should be but one attendant wherever possible. + +8. No visitors should be permitted in the sick room--not even during +convalescence. + +9. The one who attends the sick should not prepare or handle the food of +others. Sometimes it is impossible to take this precaution, as very +often it is the mother who must take care of the patient, cook, and do +all the housework. In such cases the one attending the sick must _never +neglect_ whenever near the patient-- + + (1) To wear a face mask. + + (2) To wear a washable gown (which is to be taken off on leaving + the room). + + (3) To wash her hands when leaving the sick room. + +_Every attendant on the sick should know how disease germs are carried +from the sick to the well. This knowledge should make her more careful, +and thus help to prevent the spread of the disease._ + +[Illustration: logo] + + + + +For other instructive Health Leaflets +write to the-- + + UNITED STATES + PUBLIC HEALTH SERVICE + WASHINGTON, D. C. + +[Illustration: medical symbol] + + + * * * * * + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36073.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36073.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8c94b09376bbf5ad87ce07999885f904b83e9f33 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36073.txt @@ -0,0 +1,583 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1845 Stevenson and Matchett edition by David Price, +email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE POLL + + + FOR AN + + ASSISTANT MINISTER + + FOR THE PARISH OF + + ST. PETER MANCROFT, NORWICH + + _Instead of the Rev. C. CHAPMAN_, _resigned_, + + Taken January 16, 1845; + + WITH AN ENTIRE LIST OF THE RATE PAYERS. + + * * * * * + + CANDIDATES. + +Rev. THOMAS WILSON, M.A. 267 +Rev. THOMAS CLOWES, M.A. 236 + +[The Rev. T. Wilson was nominated and supported by the Friends of the +Established Church, and the Rev. T. Clowes principally by the Dissenting +Interest.] + + * * * * * + + + + +THE POLL. + + W. C. +Allison Robert, Wounded Hart-lane 1 +Allison David, St. Peter's steps 1 +Ames Robert, Market-place 1 +Anthony William, Upper-market +Arnold Edward, Orford-hill 1 +Asker Samuel, near the Church 6 +Asker George, Bethel-street 2 +Asker George, Gentleman's-walk +Athow John, Castle-street +Athow John, Castle-street +Atkins Thomas, Back of Inns +Austin Ann, Oxford-hill 1 + +Basingthwaite ---, Bethel-street 1 +Back Edward, Old Haymarket 6 +Bacon Edmund, Davey-place +Bacon Edmund, Gun House-yard +Bagshaw Joseph, Fishmarket +Baldwin John, Fishmarket 1 +Baley John, Little London-street 1 +Balls Samuel, St. Giles'-street 2 +Banks Thomas, Gaol-hill 4 +Barber John, Old Haymarket 4 + +Barber John, jun. do. +Barker George, London-street +Barnard John, Upper-market 2 +Barnard Charles, Market-place 2 +Barnard J. H., Castle-street 1 +Barnard Dennis, do. 1 +Bolton W. S., do. 1 +Barnes John Edward, do. 1 +Bayes Mrs., Orford-hill 1 +Bayes Robert K., do. 1 +Beales Francis, Lady's-lane 1 +Bell John, Exchange-street 1 +Bennett Edward, Upper-market +Bream Chas. John, do. 1 +Bennett Thomas, Upper-market 1 +Betts John, Market-place 2 +Hindes E. J., do. 2 +Hindes Francis, do. 2 +Bidwell Henry, Gentleman's-walk +Bidwell Henry, jun., do. +Bidwell Joseph, Bethel-street +Bishop James, Coburg-street 1 +Blazeby James, Bethel-street 1 +Blyth John, Davey-place +Blyth W. B., Bethel-street 1 +Boardman R. R., York-place 1 +Boatwright Eliza, Theatre-street +Bond Joseph, Davey-place 1 +Bowgen Susanna, Bethel-street +Boyden C. and Eliza, do. 1 +Brandford E., Coburg-street 1 +Bray Richard, St. Giles'-street 1 +Brittain Robert, Coburg-street +Brockhall Henry, Back of Inns 1 +Browne Aggas, Theatre-street 2 +Brown Henry, Gentleman's-walk +Bradshaw F. G., Weston's-court 2 +Browne Edward, Upper-market 6 + +Browne Henry, do +Browne Hezekiah, Orford hill +Browne John, Chapel-field 2 +Browne William, Davey-place +Brundell Charles, Market-place 2 + +Bean Francis, do. +Bryan Joshua, Old Haymarket 2 +Buck C. H., Back of Inns 1 +Bull Isaac, do. +Bunting John, Upper-market 1 +Burrage John, Davey place 1 +Burroughes John, Butchery +Bush Mrs., Castle-street 1 +Butcher William, Market-place +Buttifant Miss, Market-place 3 +Benstead Thomas, Bear-yard 1 +Barber W. W., Little Orford-street +Bloomfield John, Bethel-street +Barker John and Coleby, opposite Crescent 1 + +Calton Thomas Dixon, Hay-hill 2 +Campin John, Chapel-field road 1 +Capprain Lewis, White Lion-street +Case Sarah, Bethel-street 1 +Castle William, near the Church 1 +Chamberlin Henry, Market-place 6 + +Chamberlin Henry, junr., do. + +Chamberlin Robert, do. +Chambers William, Pudding-lane 1 +Cheston Thomas, Lady's lane +Church Charles, Wounded Hart-lane 1 +Clarke Samuel, Butchery 1 +Clarke S. R., do. 1 +Clarke Misses, London-street 2 +Clarke Hannah, Bethel-street 1 +Claxton Robt., Davey-place (voted twice) 2 +Claxton Thomas, Royal Hotel-street +Coldham William, Upper-market 2 +Clements John, St. Giles'-street +Coleman George Lovick, Gaol-hill 6 +Coleman, Mrs., London-street 3 +Collins James, Davey-place 1 +Cook Edwd. Thomas, White Lion-street 1 +Cooper John, London-street 1 +Cooper Robert, Gaol-hill 1 +Cooper William, White Lion-street 2 +Coote Mary, Hay-hill 1 +Coote, George Mark, do. 1 +Copeman John, Gentleman's-walk 6 + +Copeman John, junr., do. + +Copeman Jonathan D., do. +Corsbie Joseph, Gun House-yard 1 +Cousins Thomas, Upper-market +Cousins James, Exchange-street 1 +Crisp John William, Castle Ditches 1 +Critchfield Samuel, Gentleman's-walk 5 +Crook John, Chapel-field +Crosse John Green, Orford-street 4 +Cubitt George, Upper-market 2 +Cudbard Charles, Theatre-street +Cudbard John, do. +Culley Mrs. Crescent-place 1 +Cullyer William, Chapel-field 6 +Cundall Benjamin, Gentleman's-walk 4 +Curtis C. J. M., White Lion-street 2 +Cushing William, Market-place 2 +Cuttriss John, Butchery 1 +Copeman Bell, Exchange-street 2 +Colman James, Exchange-street +Colman Jeremiah, do. 1 +Colman Joseph, do. +Cordran William, Chapel-field-row 1 + +Daines Robert, Bethel-street 1 +Dallinger Joseph, Davey-place +Dallinger Joseph, junr., do. +Dunn William, Market-place 1 +Darell John, White Lion-street 1 +Dashwood Miss, Lady's-lane 1 +Day, Thos. Starling, Bethel-street 1 +Taylor F. C., do. 1 +Daynes John, Back of the Inns 1 +Davy John, Davey-place +Debney Mrs., Chapel-field-road +Decaux Mrs., near the Church +Devear John, Davey-place 2 + +Phillips Robt., do. +Diver Owen A., Market-place 2 +Dixon John, Bethel-street 1 +Dobson Mrs., Lady's-lane +Doughty Bertha, Chapel-field-road 1 +Downes Henry, Bethel-street 1 +Deane William, Chapel-Field-road +Dye Anthony, Fishmarket 1 +Dye John, Theatre-street 1 +Durrant George, Theatre-street 1 +Dawbarn James, Exchange-street +Dixey John, ditto + +East of England Bank, Hay-hill +Eastaugh Nath. Castle-ditches +Easto John, Briggs'-street 4 +Eaton Thomas D., Gentleman's-walk 3 +Egmore Randall, White Lion-street 1 +Ellison Thomas, Royal Hotel-street +Etheridge George, Gentleman'-walk 5 + +Etheridge Wm. E., ditto + +Etheridge W. E., Market-place +English Robt. B., opposite Crescent 1 + +Fair Susan, York place 1 +Fairweather Mrs., London-street 2 +Farrow M. A., Wounded Hart-lane 1 +Faulke Mrs., Theatre-street 1 +Felstead Emmanuel, Davey place 1 +Felstead Eliza, White Lion-street 1 +Fitch Robert, Market-place 4 +Fletcher Josiah, Old Haymarket 3 +Folk Robert do. 1 +Fulcher M. A., Castle-street 1 +Ford William, Davey-place 2 +Foster Mary, Chapel-field +Foulsham Ann, Bethel-street 1 +Fox Joel, Gentleman's-walk +Freeman Chas. Robt., Upper-market 6 +Freestone Edwd., Little Orford-street +Frost Robert, Davey-place +Frost Robert do 2 +Fuller James, Old Haymarket 2 +Fussey Richard, Butchery 1 + +Gallant David, Butchery 1 +Gay Mrs., St. Giles'-street +Gaze W. Hammond, Bethel-street 1 +George R. R., White Lion-street 1 +Gibson C. M., Bethel-street 2 +Gill John, St. Giles'-street 1 +Gilman C. S., Bethel-street 1 +Gilman John, Back of Inns 1 +Glover Miss, Chapel-field 1 +Gooch Thomas, Dove-street 1 +Goddard Thomas, Market-place +Gooch Robert, White Lion-street 1 +Gooderson John, Halls' End 2 + +Moll William, do. +Goodson George, Butchery +Goodson William, do. +Grand R., Fishmarket 1 +Grant G. M. London-street 3 +Green William, Butchery 1 +Grimmer Saml., White Lion-street 2 +Grout George, Chapel-field 1 +Staff John R., do. 1 +Davey Sarah, do. 1 +Wilde William, do. + +Habberton William, Old Haymarket +Hallows Joseph, Royal Hotel-street +Hanworth George, Orford-hill 1 +Hardy James, Bethel-street +Harris N., Back of Inns 1 +Hart Isaac, Market 2 +Harvey Richard, Old Haymarket 1 +Harvey Matilda, Upper-market 1 +Howard Ann, Bethel-street +Hayward J. J., White Lion-street 1 +Hazlewsod E. W., Weavers-lane +Hazlewood C. J., do. 1 +Hixton J. J., Davey-place 3 +Holl R. D. Gaol-hill 1 +Holl Geo. Norton, Castle-street +Hopson James, Castle Ditches 1 +Hollis Robert, Theatre-street 1 +Horne Enoch, Little London street +Horne Robert, do. 1 +Horne Robert, jun. 1 +Horne Elizabeth, Bethel-street +Howlett William, London-street 5 +Howlett Robert, Old Haymarket 6 +Hunt Jas. Edwd., Gentleman's-walk +Hartt John, Haymarket 6 +Hall William, Gentleman's-walk +Ladyman J. H., do. 4 +Hanworth James, Coburg-street 1 +Hall W. E., Orford-hill +Hurry Thomas, Lady's-lane + +Jackson John, Little Orford-street 1 +Jackson William, Starling-street 1 +Jarrold John, London-street 6 + +Jarrold Wm. P., do. + +Jarrold Sam., do. + +Jarrold Thomas, do. +Jarvis Mrs., Old Haymarket +Lister, Son And Co., do. 1 +Jay Charles, Fishmarket +Jay Charles, Gun House-yard +Jay Charles, Bethel-street +Jay Mrs., Fishmarket +Jay Mrs., Butchery +Jay Mrs., Fishmarket +Jay Joshua, Bethel-street 1 +Jenner Henry, do. 1 +Johnson William, Gentleman's-walk +Johnson John, do. +Jones S. A., St. Giles'-street +Jordan Helen, York-place 1 +Jones Mary Ann, Little Orford-street +Jay George, Chapel-field +Jay Charles, Bethel-street +Jennings Thomas, Old Haymarket 2 + +Kemp Henry, Market-place 6 + +Kemp Isaac, do. + +Kemp Isaac, Old Post-office-yard +Kent Alfred, Hall's-end +Kent Catherine, White Lion-street 1 +Kerr John, Gun-house yard +Kerr John, do. +Kew Misses, White Lion-street 1 + +Lack William, York-place +Ladbroke Robert, White Lion-street +Lamb Charles, Upper-market 2 +Lamb James, Market place 1 +Lammas John, London-street 3 + +Lammas A., do. +Land John (baker), near the Church 1 +Land William, do. 1 +Larter John, Butchery 1 +Leggatt Sarah, opposite Crescent +Leatherdale John, Castle Ditches +Ling Jeremiah, London-street 2 +Little Charles, Market-place 1 +Little Henry, Dove-street +Lovewell Isaac, Old Haymarket 1 +Lowden James, Market-place 3 + +Lowden John, do. +Layton Charles, Exchange-street +Lynn William, do. + +Mackley William near the Church 1 +Main William, Bethel-street +Martin Robert, Hay-hill 1 +Mussam William, Market 6 +Massingham Robert, Bethel-street +Master Alfred, Bethel-street 1 +Matchett Jonathan, Market-place 5 + +Stevenson Seth William, do. + +Matchett William, do. +Mayes Charles, Little London street 1 +Mills George, Lady's-lane +Mingay Mrs., Old Haymarket +Michel Misses, Market-place 3 +Moore John George, Castle-street 1 + +Bayles Henry, do. +Moore Martha, opposite Crescent 1 +More Caroline, Market-place 1 +Morgan Richard, Chapel-field +Morrison P. A., Gaol-hill +Murrell James, Back of Inns +Muskett Charles, Old Haymarket 5 +Myhill William, Lady's-lane 1 +Marston Richard, Market-place +Money James, Bethel-street +Martin John, Back of Inns 1 +Monsey Robert, Weavers'-lane 1 + +Nettleship Susan, Lady's-lane +Neve Thomas, Chapel-field 1 +Newman Mrs., Davey-place +Newbegin James, Market-place 1 +Newbegin James, do. 2 + +Newbegin James, junr. +Newton James, Fishmarket 1 +Nockolds George, Briggs'-street 1 +Norgate Mrs., York-place 1 +Norton Mary Ann, Weavers'-lane 1 +Noverre Frank, Chapel-field +Nurse Robert, Old Post-office-yard +Norman Benjamin, Bethel-street +Norman Robert, York-place + +Oastler Charles, Pudding-lane 1 + +Page S. D., Old Haymarket 4 + +Page S. D. jun., do. +Page Miss, Bethel-street 1 +Page John Gymers, Orford-street 1 +Page Martin F., Orford-hill 1 +Palmer James, Coburg street 1 +Palmer Jonathan, Market-place 1 +Parr James, Butchery 1 +Parr Thomas, do. 1 +Payne John, Dove-street 1 +Perfect William, Bethel-street 1 +Perowne John, Exchange-street 1 +Perowne John Smith, do 1 +Piggin John, Gentleman's-walk 3 +Pilgrim John, Bethel-street 1 +Pinching William, do. +Plummer James, Lady's-lane 1 +Postle William, Chapel-field 1 +Potter Thomas, Gentleman's-walk 3 +Pratt William, Fishmarket 1 +Press Eliza, Theatre-street 2 +Priest George, Brigg's-street 2 +Pye William, Upper-market 1 +Peirson Edward, opposite Crescent + +Randall Matthew, Coburg-street 1 +Ransome Mrs., Gentlemen's-walk 3 +Rayner Joseph, Butchery 1 +Raynes Mich. Jas., Old Haymarket 6 +Read Jane, Lady's-lane +Reeve James, Old Post-office-street +Restieaux Joseph, Lady's-lane +Rice James, Upper Market 1 +Richardson John Jas., Bethel-street 1 +Rider Samuel, Market +Ringer William, Gentlemen's-walk +Ringer Martin, Butchery 1 +Rivett Francis, Warehouse, Old Post-office-yard 2 + +Harmer Thomas +Rix Isaac, near the Church 1 +Robbins Rev. William, Lady's-lane +Robinson Robert, Davey-place 1 +Roe Wm. Haylett, Old Post-office-yard +Roe Wm. H., do. +Rogers Jonathan, Exchange-street 1 +Rogers Mrs., Orford-hill 1 +Roper Walter, Dove-street 1 +Rose John, Castle-street +Rossi George, Market 3 +Rowe C. W., London-street +Rudd Henry, Market +Rushbrook Christopher, Bethel-street 1 +Rust James B., Lady's-lane 1 + +Sainty John, Bethel-street 1 +Saul William S., do. 1 +Saul William, Lady's-lane 1 +Scott Peter Thomas, White Lion street +Scott Mary, Back of Inns 1 +Scotter John, Market-place 1 +Seaman Nathaniel, Upper-market 1 +Seeley Job, Market-place +Seeley Job, do. +Self John, Coburg-street 1 +Shalders John, Bethel-street 1 +Sharpe John, Chapel-field-road 1 +Sheppard Robert, Upper-market 1 +Shibley William, York-place 1 +Shimmonds Mrs., Bethel street +Silvey William, White Lion-street 1 +Sizeland Adam, Bethel street 1 +Smith George, Theatre street +Smith John, Gentlemen's-walk +Smith James, do. +Smith William, Hay-hill 1 +Smith Thomas, Fishmarket 1 +Smith William, Coburg-street 1 +Sothern Mrs., Lady's-lane +Sparkhall Alexander, St. Peter's-steps +Spratt William, Hay-hill 1 +Spratt William, Chapel-field +Spratt William, do. +Spratt William, jun., Bethel-street 1 +Spratt Miss, Bethel-street 1 +Stacey Edward, Orford-hill 1 +Staff Miss, Crescent-place +Stannard Thomas, Lady's-lane +Starr Thomas, do. +Steadman William 1 +Stocks George William, Davey-place 1 +Swan Eliza, Wounded Hart-lane 1 + +Taney and French, Fishmarket 1 +Tattam Richard, White Lion-street 1 +Taylor Adam, Orford-hill 1 +Taylor Adam, jun., do. 1 +Taylor Clement, do. 1 +Taylor Charles, Castle-ditches 5 +Taylor John Edward, Bethel-street 1 +Theobald Thomas, London-street 2 +Thirkettle Thomas, Market-place 2 +Thirkettle Robert, Theatre-plain 1 +Thompson Joseph, White Lion-street 2 +Thompson Robert, Castle-street 3 + +Thompson Robert, Castle-ditches +Thompson William, Dove-street 1 +Thorndick Henry J., White Lion-street 1 +Coman William, do. +Tillyard Mrs., Butchery +Tomlinson R. S., Castle street 2 +Torris Joseph, Gentlemen's-walk +Torris Wm. Joseph, Gentlemen's-walk +Tillyard Joseph, Butchery +Trombetti William, Weavers'-lane 1 +Trowse John, Bethel-street +Tuxford Frederick, Castle-street 1 +Thurston Richard Henry, Upper-market 1 +Tillett Jacob Henry, Market-place 2 + +Waterson William, Market-place 1 +Weavers Charles, Fishmarket 1 +Wilde William, opposite Crescent 1 +Wilson Thomas, York-place +Waite John Newman, St. Giles'-street 1 +Ward Randall, Market-place +Warnes William, Fishmarket 1 +Watson John, Old Haymarket +Wigham and Son, do. 1 +Watts Thomas, Butchery 1 +Watts William, Market-place 2 +Watts George, London-street 2 +Weavers William, Fishmarket 1 +Weavers William, jun., do. 1 +Webb Thomas, Castle-street +Websdale John, Old Haymarket +Wells William, Butchery 1 +Whall Thos. E., Bear-yard 1 +Wheelhouse Wm., Gentlemen's-walk 6 +Wilkin Josiah, opposite Crescent 1 +Wilkinson Henry Jos., St. Giles'-street 1 +Winter Charles, Upper-market 3 +Winter Robert, Coburg-street 1 +Womack George, White Lion-Street +Woods Jas., Chapel-field Assembly-rooms 1 +Woolsey Samuel, Market-place 2 +Wilde (late Roper), opposite Crescent +Woodhouse G. F., London-street + +Yates William, Davey-place +Young Charles, Theatre-plain +Younghusband Mrs., Davey-place 1 + 267 236 + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + PRINTED AND SOLD BY + + STEVENSON AND MATCHETT, MARKET-PLACE, NORWICH. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36094.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36094.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..769b34d4a0b3927b33fa2abc2fd67bf307d3cac6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36094.txt @@ -0,0 +1,529 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, David E. Brown, Bryan Ness and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + +Alan L. Strang + +Born August 18th, 1908 +Died January 29th, 1919 + +[Illustration: Alan L. Strang] + + + + +Our Boys +and +Other Poems + +[Illustration] + +by +ALAN L. STRANG + +California's +BOY POET + +Copyrighted, 1919 + +BY J. L. STRANG + + + + +Introduction + + +Alan L. Strang was born in Spokane, Washington, August 18, 1908. Living +there until he was four years old, he came to California in 1913 with +his parents, making their home in Redwood City. + +He had a gentle, loving disposition, was always frail and delicate and +possessed a mental development far in advance of his years. He was taken +to the Great Beyond January 29, 1919. + + +The poems contained in this book were written prior to his tenth +birthday. Considering the age of the author we feel that the work +contains real merit, while the sentiment expressed betokens that +patriotic spirit which never fails or hesitates when our country calls +for men. + +J. L. S. + + + + +To the Reader of this Book + + + This little book's a letter, + I send direct to you; + I hope that you will like it, + And read it thru and thru. + And after you have read it, + Just send a thot to me; + Your thots will help to make me + The "Poet" I would be. + + Yours very truly, + + ALAN L. STRANG, + + Redwood City, California. + + + + +Our Boys + + Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the + side of the Entente Allies. + + + Halt! Attention! Salute the flag, + The boys are marching by; + They're going forth to win the war + For us to do or die. + Our country needed fighting men, + Her liberty to save; + These boys responded to the call, + And all they had they gave. + + All loyal hearts are beating fast, + And hope our bosoms fill; + For liberty shall reign supreme + O'er ocean, dale and hill. + With no regrets for parted hopes + Or futures cast aside, + Our soldier boys are marching by; + They are our country's pride. + + + + +Our Soldier Boy + + Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the + Engineers. + + + He said, "I'm Daddy's soldier boy," + When he was five years old; + And then went out and built snow forts, + Although the day was cold. + + The snowballs were his hand grenades, + A stick his bayonette; + And with a home-made wooden gun + The foe he bravely met. + + In five more years he joined the "scouts" + And hiked across the hills; + He learned to wear a khaki suit, + And do military drills. + + And so the years passed swiftly on, + And now he is a man; + He's in the trenches over there, + Fighting for Uncle Sam. + + I know he'll make the Huns regret + They started this big fight, + For he knows the cause he's fighting for + Is liberty and right. + + + + +A Small Boy's Desire + + Written for the first thrift stamp drive. + + + I want to be a soldier + And march away to France; + I want to find a wicked "Hun," + And shoot him in the pants. + + I want to be a soldier, + And wear a khaki suit; + I want to have a sword and gun + And all the "Boches" shoot. + + I want to be a soldier, + And have an aeroplane + To drop bombs on the German towns, + And fly back home again. + + I want to be a soldier + And do my little bit; + My country needs brave fighting men, + While here at home I sit. + + Some day I'll be a big, big man; + I'll go to war and fight + The wicked Hun, or any one + Who does not do what's right. + + But now the only way for me + To help my country win, + Is save my coin and buy thrift stamps, + So, boys, let's save our tin. + + + + +The Storm + + + The rough old Mr. Storm + Is whirling, swirling past + He makes the treetops bow their heads + And trembles at his blast. + + He never stops to think + Of the damage he may do, + He's always rushing in and out + And hitting, batting you. + + He pushes big, black clouds + Against the mountain tops; + The rain and hail comes rushing down + In large, round crystal drops. + + The storm will soon be over; + See the rainbow in the sky. + The birds will sing on airy wing, + And the bright sun shine on high. + + + + +Do Not Worry + + + Do not worry over trifles, though + to you they may seem great, + All your fretting will not help you, + or your troubles dissipate. + + If your sky is dark and gloomy, + and the sun is hid from view, + Bravely smile and keep on smiling, + And your friends will smile with you. + + Happiness is so contagious, and a + smile is never lost; + Then why worry over trifles, tho + your heart seems tempest tossed. + + Therefore go on life's journey + with an optimistic smile, + See the world is good to live in, + and that living is worth while. + + + + +How can we Fool the Rooster? + + Written when the clock was set ahead one hour on April 1, 1918. + + + Our Rooster wakes at half-past five + And crows with all his might, + He tries to wake the people up + Before the day is light. + When Daddy hears the rooster crow + He knows he should awake + And light the kitchen fire, so Ma + Can cook the Johnny cake. + + Now, maybe we can fool my Dad + That it's half-past five when it's half-past four, + And maybe the system's the best we have had + To fool some thousands of people or more; + But, how can we fool that rooster? + + I have always thought our rooster had + A clock inside of his head, + And I don't know how we can fix it so + We can set the clock ahead. + I asked my Dad, and he said to me, + "Why, son, you surely know + A rooster's instinct wakens him + And tells him when to crow." + + Now the hands of the clock we can turn ahead, + We can fool the people and feel content; + But the thing that worries me night and day, + And on which my entire thought is bent + Is, how can we fool that rooster? + + + + +A Wreath Of Flowers + + Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918. + + + I wove me a wreath of flowers + To place in memories hall, + In honor of the brave and fearless men + Who had answered our country's call. + The men who had answered, and fought, and died + For the cause of freedom, our country's pride! + + I wove me a wreath of flowers + With many a sigh and tear, + As a tribute to all the good and true + Who were given few honors here. + The man of humble piety + Who lived and died in obscurity. + + A wreath of flowers, a little thing + For flowers wither and fade; + But the fragrance they shed is not soon forgot + By me, who the wreath has made. + So the virtues of those who have gone before, + Will always be treasured in memory's store. + + + +EPITAPH + + Our loved ones lay them down to sleep + And leave us here to grieve and mourn, + While we, our silent watches keep, + O'er their low graves whence they are bourne. + Some heroes are in battle slain, + Their names are honored far and near, + While others die on beds of pain + And no sad mourner sheds a tear. + + This day we honor each and all + Whose soul has left its temporal case; + And be he great, or be he small, + We'll reverence his resting place. + + + + + +Part Second + + +The poems and story of Masata in part second of this book were written +during the last month of the young Author's life. + +He was taken to the Spirit Land, January 29, 1919. + + + + +The Lily of the Valley + + + I've a lily of the Valley + That I'm keeping here for you; + I care for and protect it, + And water it with dew. + It is a living emblem + Of the wonderful domain, + Where all is pure and love-like, + And where we feel no pain. + + Yes, the Lily of the Valley + Is a tie twixt you and me; + For every time you see one + Think how happy I must be. + I'm an atom of the infinite, + How wonderful it seems; + Yet from your sphere the finite + But a thin veil intervenes. + + + + + +The Roses + + + I have roses in my garden, + And their fragrance fills the air. + How I love to watch them blooming; + For they all are very fair. + + Some have deep red velvet petals, + Some again are snowy white; + And the little baby pink ones, + Surely give you such delight. + + Pretty birds come to my garden, + And sing there the live-long day; + Yes the birds and pretty flowers + Help and cheer us on our way. + + + + +The Seasons + + +SPRING + + Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers, + All nature is waking from its long winter sleep. + The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers, + The song-birds are carolling melodies sweet. + + +SUMMER + + The summer comes with glaring heat, + And we will have vacation; + We pack our grips for the seashore trips, + Or other recreation. + + +AUTUMN + + The harvest moon is shining bright, + The leaves are falling everywhere; + How glorious is the autumn night, + How cool and bracing is the air. + + +WINTER + + Jack frost is stalking through the land, + The ground is covered white, with snow. + We like to sit beside the fire + And tell the tales of long ago. + + + + +Wishes + + +A BIRTHDAY WISH. + + I'm wishing a happy birthday, + To you my dear sweet friend; + And may every day be a happy day + Is the wish I will always send. + + +A CHRISTMAS WISH. + + A Merry Christmas Wish to you, + And may your heart be gay; + May Santa bring you many things, + This Merry Christmas day. + + +A NEW YEAR WISH + + A happy happy, New Year, + We all are wishing you; + We hope no sorrow you shall know + This whole year through. + + + + + +Dreams + + + Away o'er the hills in the valley green + Away from the noise of the busy town; + I dream sweet dreams of the olden days + Of you in your beautiful wedding gown. + + I dream that you come and sit by me + And you hold my hand and ruff my hair; + Your eyes shine with a sweet delight + That I used to see so often there. + + Then my heart is filled with a hallowed love + And I know t'is but a little way + To the spirit land, and I know that I + Shall meet you there some glad sweet day. + + Then our wedding day in the spirit land + Will be filled with love and joy serene; + And the infinite hand will guide us where + The waters are still and the valleys green. + + + + +Masata + + +Masata was an Indian boy, he lived on the banks of the Ohio River in +Kentucky. During the Revolutionary War in 1771, the Americans were +taking over the land very fast, and when Masata was ten years old his +parents moved to the wild regions of the Dakotas, taking Masata with +them. + +Here he enjoyed life although it was much colder than in his native +Kentucky, and in the Winter months he wore coats of fur made from bear +skin. + +The days soon became filled with interesting things for Masata. One day +when he was roaming through the wilds, he heard a wild buffalo +approaching. He seemed almost helpless, as he had nothing but a small +bow and a few arrows, and the buffalo was only a short distance from +him. He began to run in what he thought was the direction of his home, +but instead he was going in the opposite way. In a few minutes he saw +the smoke of a camp fire and ran toward it. By this time the beast was +very close to him and he was almost in despair, when the buffalo lurched +forward, then rolled over dead. Three Indians hunting near by had hit +him in a vital spot with an arrow. + +The Indians belonged to a tribe which was his father's most bitter +enemy, and they took him before their chief. The chief ordered that he +be let live for two moons, and he was given a bed of dry twigs to sleep +on as the night was drawing near. + +Time passed quietly for Masata until the approach of the morning of the +second moon. He had been planning how he would escape from his father's +enemies. Finally one morning he slipped into a bear skin and hopped +bravely off toward the woods. The Indians thinking he was a bear, shot +arrows at him and wounded him in the right arm, but Masata kept +bravely on and was soon out of range of the arrows. Then he bandaged his +wounded arm the best he could and set out for his father's wigwam. + +He arrived safely the same evening, and his parents were overjoyed to +see him and know he was safe once more, and the tribe made a great +feast, or as they call it, Pow Wow, as a welcome to his home coming. + +While Masata was still a young "brave" their chief died and after a +great ceremony, Masata was made Chief of the tribes, and was known as +great and good ruler. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Our Boys and Other Poems, by Alan L. Strang + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36135.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36135.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..14d95b0e22e581c3134cf201ac2e2bd809f46c0d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36135.txt @@ -0,0 +1,369 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +book was produced from scanned images of public domain +material from the Google Print project.) + + + + + + + + + + + +THE + +SPAWN OF IXION; + + +OR, + +The 'Biter Bit.' + + +AN + +ALLEGORY. + + +FORGE OF VULCAN. + +1846. + + + + +THE SPAWN OF IXION. + + +When Ixion from heaven was hurl'd +To hell, to be for ever whirl'd +In a perpetual damning wheel, +The pit's eternal pains to feel; +'Twas for a bestial, vulgar deed, +Whereby that mortal did succeed +In sinking Juno to the sod-- +Seducing e'en that beaut'ous god! +Abomination foul, was this, +To ruin lovely Juno's bliss!-- +To raise in heaven domestic strife, +'Twixt Jupiter and his lov'd wife!-- +With sins that never were forgiven, +To scandalize the court of heaven! +When Jupiter in pity took +This wretch to heaven, on earth forsook, +He was a vile contempt'ous thing, +Despised by peasant, prince and king; +A wand'ring vagrant, shun'd and curst, +For sending AEneus to the dust. +The aged father of his wife, +Base Ixion deprived of life! +Into a pit of burning fire +He cast poor AEneus to expire!-- +And, while this cruel, murd'rous knave, +For sending AEneus to his grave, +From every circle under heaven +With scorn contemptuous, was driven, +This wretched outcast, here forsaken, +By Jupiter, was kindly taken +Into the realms above the skies, +And introduced to deities! +E'en at the tables of the gods +He set this scoundrel of the clods! +Such heavenly condescension should +Inspire a mortal's gratitude: +In Ixion's base and blacken'd breast +Some thankfulness should even rest. +His heart, though steep'd in every deed +Of darkness, in the devil's creed-- +In every sin that stains the earth, +Or blackens hell, which gave it birth, +Should now have felt a kindly glow +For what great Jupiter did do. + But Ixion did only feel +A base desire at once to steal +The heart of Juno, and to tread +On Jupiter's celestial bed! +He had an intrigue with the cloud +Of Juno, which the gods allow'd; +And thus the monstrous Centaur came +From Ixion's and Juno's shame. +But Jupiter with thunder hurl'd +The villain from the heavenly world,-- +Sent him to hell fore'er to feel +The ceaseless torments of the wheel. +But his vile offspring stays behind, +The bane and curse of human kind,-- +Possessing still the bestial fire, +Which deep disgraced and damn'd the sire: +The same inglorious meanness strays +In the vile veins and verse and lays +Of him, on crutches, devil half, +(At whom his kindred centaurs laugh,) +In that deformity of hell. +On whom its attributes have fell, +In him, whose shameless, wicked life +Is with abomination rife, +Whose works, thrice damn'd and doubly dead, +The produce of conceit and lead, +Possess no other aim nor end +But foul abuse of foe and friend. +His heart, polluted with the dung +Of demons damn'd, from hell out flung, +Is rotten to the core with lies, +From which foul slanders thickly rise. +His soul, most pitiful and mean, +Infected with hell-scorch'd gangrene, +No kind, redeeming trait contains, +But reeks with bestial blots and stains. +His mind, with vulgar vice imbued, +Libidinous and low and lewd, +Deep stained with malice, hate and spleen, +With sentiments supremely mean, +Is bent on mischief, foul as hell, +O'er which the hideous Centaurs yell. +Low was his birth and low his name, +Low is his life, and low his fame; +But lower still the depths of wo, +Where Park, when dead and damn'd, must go. +Friends, foes or fiends, alike he fights, +In all he says, or sings, or writes. +This foul defamer, crawling round +The brink of hell, to catch its sound, +Exsudes it thence, in doleful rhyme, +Debased and reeking rank with crime. + On this deformity of man, +More monstrous than the bastard Pan, +Pegasus turn'd his nimble feet, +As Park, on crutches, crawl'd the street; +Urging that steed, against his will, +To bear him up Helicon's hill. +But Pegasus, a knowing horse, +Perceived that Park's conceited verse +Was only suited to the stews +Of hell, whence emanates his muse. +He, therefore, with Bellerophon, +Left him behind, well trampled on, +To tune a pilfer'd, broken lyre, +In fields of mud, and muck, and mire; +And there, his song most lowly set, +Winding through marshes, undulcet, +Contending always with the fog, +Unable e'er to flee the bog, +Does charm, perhaps, the frogs and snakes, +And loathsome reptiles of the lakes. +Although some demon's wand'ring sprite +May, haply, listen with delight, +To Park's low, grov'ling, growling song, +As, through the sloughs, it pours along; +And though in marshes, fens and ditches, +It may, perhaps, amuse the witches; +Yet, should an unsuspecting team +Hear, unawares, the dismal scream +Of his lugubr'ous, muck-born verse, +'Twould sadly frighten every horse. +And, had the Children in the Wood +Just heard his strain, and understood +Its wretched, wrangling, dismal din, +How frighten'd had those children been!-- +Believing soon that doom would crack, +Or that the de'il was on their track! +Had Robert Kid, that pirate knave, +Heard it come creaking o'er the wave, +He had supposed some demon's shell +Was sounding from the gates of hell. +The red men, savage, wild and rude, +Deep buried in their solitude, +Would wake affrighted from their dreams, +If, haply, Park's poetic screams +Should penetrate their secret lair; +And they, forthwith, would kneel in prayer +To the great Spirit of the sun, +Believing that their days were done; +That hell's dark hole was open thrown, +And that this strain was Satan's own, +In wrath, now prowling through the wood, +Devouring Indians for his food. + Ev'n David Crockett would have run, +Affrighted, from his game and gun, +Had he but heard, in woods remote, +Park's incongruous jangling note, +Wild screeching on the western gale, +An unpoetic dismal wail: +Nor stopp'd in his despairing flight, +In San Jacinto, e'en, to fight; +But, rushing wildly and forlorn, +E'en to the billows, off Cape Horn, +Most likely there, himself had drown'd, +In terror of the doleful sound. +In western wilds, had Daniel Boon +But heard, for once, the lecherous loon, +He would have dropp'd his axe and gun, +And, to the eastward, rapid run; +Nor stay'd, in all his fearful flight, +For wind or storm, through day and night, +Till he some civil spot could reach, +Uncursed by Park's dolorous screech. +And had Columbus heard his roar, +When first he landed on this shore, +He would have turn'd his bark amain, +And never ventured here again; +Impress'd that, in this western world, +There was, from Pandemonium hurl'd, +Some spirit damn'd for e'er to bark +The hideous songs of hideous Park.-- +The owls and bats that curse the land, +Could they but hear and understand +The wretched rhymes and nauseous stuff +Of this conceited, vile ruff-skuff, +Would, surely, leave their secret haunts, +And ever cease their nightly chants; +Convinced that they have been, at last, +In frightful strains, by Park surpast; +And that this vagrant of the muse, +Foul caterer for sinks and stews,-- +The Five-Points' poet, has outdone +All they have ever screech'd or sung. +Despairing, thence, they would retire +Long distance from his loathsome lyre, +And let their lonely caves and rocks +Resound with his poetic shocks; +To be, perhaps, all rent in twain +By his unearthly, rumbling strain. + As I was musing on this theme, +I fell asleep, and had a dream: +I saw the fish that skim the deep, +And o'er the billows nimbly leap, +All sink beneath the boiling wave, +Down to the lowest depths, to lave: +For they had heard the dismal lay +Of Park come booming down the bay, +And, doubtless, thought some hungry shark +Was chasing them with hellish bark; +That his sharp teeth, already nigh, +Would them destroy, and they must die; +That there, alas, was no escape +From his terrific gab and gape, +And that their gamb'ling, watery run +Was, now, alas, for ever done! +And as they, deep in ocean's ink, +Despairing, to the bottom sink, +O'erwhelm'd by that infernal sound, +They cast a gloomy gaze around, +And call'd on Neptune, sea-throned god, +To smite the rascal with his rod-- +To pierce him with his trident spear, +And pitch him into hell to sear, +To stew, and fry, in Satan's dish, +For frightening thus, poor harmless fish. + But Neptune, monarch of the main, +With scorn contempt'ous and disdain, +Look'd down on Park's lugubrious rhyme, +And hasten'd o'er the boiling brine; +Unheedful of the fishes' cry-- +And left them, with Park's songs, to die! +His foaming horses now he lash'd, +Which, through the boisterous billows, dash'd; +Affrighted at the dismal strain, +Now wildly screeching o'er the main. +The god of ocean's angry wave, +Desirous, only, now, to save +Himself from that unearthly screech, +Flew, swift, with might and main, to reach +The portals of the heavenly world, +Whence Ixion, disgraced, was hurl'd; +And there, to gods assembled, tell +What lately, in the sea, befell +The finny tribes, that swim the deep, +Now sunk, perhaps, in endless sleep! + The hosts of heaven, when Neptune came, +With foaming horses, from the main, +Rejoiced to see the briny king, +The golden gates, wide open, fling; +And, anxiously, all beg to know +The tidings from the world below? + Great Neptune, their celestial guest, +With haste, thus answer'ed their request: +"O Jove, high heaven's majestic king, +To whom all gods due homage bring:" +(And now the monarch of the sea, +With awful reverence, bows the knee), +"I come in haste, and wish to tell +How an infernal fiend from hell,-- +An Ixion spawn,--kick'd down from heaven, +And through the earth, a vagrant, driven, +A cast-off lyre, hath stol'n or begg'd, +Which he, with hempen strings, hath rigg'd; +And now, the ocean, creeks, and bays, +Makes, nightly, hideous, with his lays! +Last night, as I was going to bed, +The villain struck the fish all dead! +His dismal strain, they can't abide, +It smote their ears, and lo, they died! +My noble steeds, affrighted, too, +Like lightning, through the billows, flew; +Nor could, the hellish note, divine, +That creak'd, terrific, o'er the brine; +And, even, I, myself, was shock'd, +And from my chariot, nearly knock'd +Into the boisterous, boiling sea, +By that astounding minstrelsy. +And, now, by all the gods above, +By all that men or angels love, +I call for thunderbolts or fire, +To dash this scoundrel and his lyre!" + Great Jupiter, with horror struck, +In wrath, the heavenly mansion shook; +And order'd Vulcan, quick, to forge +A thunderbolt, tremendous large, +With which he smote the venal ghost, +And cast him into hell, to roast! + Now, aught ---- ---- ever wrote, +Let none but fiends incarnate, quote; +For, why should men or angels name +What only sprites infernal claim; +Or, why should men, to darkness, turn, +A hell-curs'd villain's verse, to learn; +Or, in poetic marshes, grope, +To save a scoundrel from the rope;-- +To save from damn'd oblivion, Park, +The vilest hound of hell, to bark, +To howl, to scream, and vilify +The rich, the poor, the low, the high; +Who pours on virtue's hallow'd leaf +The vile pollutions of a thief; +Who age, nor youth, nor beauty spares; +But, vulture-like, voracious, tears +The guileless maid and spotless heart, +And stabs them with his venom'd dart! +Let Satan bind, with chains of fire, +This vain, conceited, bestial liar; +Whom gods, and men, and angels spurn, +And call on hell his soul to burn! + + + * * * * * + + +Transcriber's Notes + + +Page 10: Changed aud to and + (He would have dropp'd his axe aud gun,) + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36434.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36434.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18cb1887a9162b8b9768624680c3c4e9bbe3be63 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36434.txt @@ -0,0 +1,403 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +PUBLICATIONS + +OF THE + +Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge. + + +A Lady Born. _s._ _d._ +By ELLA E. 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UHLRICH. + + + +An article published in THE CATHOLIC WORLD in 1903, about Don Bosco. +Today, he is better known as Saint John Bosco, the patron saint of young +people. + +[Illustration: Don Bosco and Bartholomew Garelli.] + + +WHEN one man in his lifetime has cared for, trained, and sent out into +the world, as useful and law-abiding citizens, ten million children, +then the attention of people may well be drawn to him again and again, +for it is the lives of such men that keep the heart of the world from +despair. + +He who was to have such wonderful sympathy and even more wonderful +influence on neglected and unfortunate childhood and youth, began his +life as a poor, hardworking boy, even as St. Vincent de Paul did in his +day. Giovanni Bosco was his name, and he was the son of humble peasants +and herded his father's sheep until he was fifteen years old. Then a +kindly priest discovered the boy's unusual gifts of mind and heart, and +taught him the elements of Latin and Greek. After that Giovanni was sent +to the seminary at Chieri, where he was ordained to the priesthood in +1841. Full of zeal to fit himself for his work as a shepherd of souls, +he went to Turin and entered an institute for the training of priests in +practical work. + +It is notable that his first experience was in visiting prisons. Here +his heart and mind were touched by the spectacle of the many youthful +criminals he met, and he was constantly thinking how to reclaim them +and, even more important, how to prevent them from entering upon +criminal ways at all. + +It was on the 8th of December, in 1841, that Don Bosco found, in a most +humble occurrence, the occasion which showed him the mission for which +God had destined him. It was, as so often happens, but a simple thing; +but, when we are open to the guidance of the Divine Will, the simplest +things may have the greatest import. There was no boy to serve his Mass, +and a street-boy, who happened to look into the sacristy, was asked by +the sexton to do so. + +"I do not know how," said the boy. + +"Never mind," said the sexton; "I'll show you what to do." + +"But I never was at Mass before." + +"Stupid creature!" said the sexton, angry now, "what are you doing here +then?" And he boxed the boy's ears so hard that the little fellow went +off crying. At this Don Bosco turned around and reproved the astonished +sexton for his crossness. + +"But what difference does that make to your reverence?" + +"It makes a great deal of difference to me, for that boy is my friend. +Call him back at once; I must talk to him." + +The sexton did so and the poor boy came back; Don Bosco asked him kindly +if he had never heard Mass before, and he said "No." + +"Then," said Don Bosco, "stay for this Mass which I am going to +celebrate, and when it is over I shall talk to you a little while, if +you will wait." + +The boy, whose heart had been won by Don Bosco's kindly manner, gladly +agreed to stay. + +After Mass, Don Bosco said to him: "What is your name, my little +friend?" + +"Bartolomeo Garelli." + +"Where are you from?" + +"Asti." + +"Is your father still living?" + +"No, he is dead." + +"And your mother?" + +"She is dead too." + +"How old are you?" + +"I am fifteen years old." + +"Can you read and write?" + +"I don't know anything at all." + +"Did you make your first Communion?" + +"No, not yet." + +"Did you ever go to confession?" + +"I did when I was very little." + +"Why don't you go to Sunday-school?" + +"I am ashamed because the other boys are all younger than I am and know +so much more, and I always have such old clothes." + +"If I were to teach you all by yourself, would you like to come?" + +"Oh I would be very glad to come, if no one would box my ears for +coming." + +"You need not be afraid of any one. You are my friend now; no one else +will have anything to say to you. When shall we begin?" + +"Whenever it pleases you, father." + +"Very well, we will begin at once." + +Don Bosco found that the boy did not even know how to make the sign of +the cross. Yet this poor, untaught child of the street became the +corner-stone, so to say, of Don Bosco's life-work. In a little while +Bartolomeo brought friends of his along, and they in turn brought their +friends. By the 25th of March, in 1842, there were thirty members of Don +Bosco's class. Some of them were apprentices to the different trades, +some were street vagabonds, and some of them grown men. The next year +there were three hundred of them. Don Bosco had to find a place of +meeting larger than his little sacristy; but, alas! no sooner was he +well established in his new quarters than notice was given him to move. + +People insisted that they did not want him and his noisy, disreputable +vagabonds in their own respectable neighborhood. When, at last, there +seemed no hope of finding a suitable meeting place in the city for his +boys he did not despair. For two months, each Sunday he led them out +into the suburbs of Turin, said Mass for them in some church, then +taught them under the open sky. Afterwards he let them play games and +amuse themselves, and in the evening the whole crowd went back into the +city, singing hymns as they went. + +In 1844, with the help of some kindly priests, Don Bosco opened the +first night schools, teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. These +schools were soon imitated all over Italy. + +Don Bosco, however, continued to meet with trials and tribulations in +his work, as seems true in every good cause. His plans were so novel and +so large that he was even accused of being crazy. A crazy man, however, +ought to be out of harm's way, and so it was quietly arranged that Don +Bosco should be taken to an insane asylum. Two prominent gentlemen of +Turin were to manage his transfer to the asylum. They hired a closed +carriage and drove to Don Bosco's house. He received them very kindly, +and soon was talking to them enthusiastically about the oratorium and +the great church he wanted to build, the schools and the workshops which +would be grouped around this centre. He spoke so glowingly that one +could have thought he saw the whole thing before his eyes. The gentlemen +looked at each other knowingly, as if to say: "It is plain that he is +out of his mind." + +"A little fresh air will be good for you, Don Bosco," one of them +ventured. "We have a carriage outside. You might drive a little way with +us." + +Don Bosco smiled and went out with the two gentlemen. They stepped back +in order to let him enter first, but he begged them to precede him. They +did so and then Don Bosco hastily shut the carriage door and called out +to the driver, "Ready." + +The driver had been instructed to drive to the asylum as fast as the +horses could go, and not to mind any possible protests or resistance. So +he started off at a gallop at Don Bosco's word. + +When the carriage arrived at the asylum, the gentlemen inside were in +such a rage that the superintendent ordered them put into separate cells +at once, and, if necessary, in straitjackets. Luckily for them, the +chaplain of the asylum knew them, and they were let go about their +business. However, they at least were convinced that Don Bosco was saner +than some people thought him, and did not wish to be the agents of any +more forced cures for him. + +Don Bosco's trials now took another form. The police of Turin began to +take note of his boys and to suspect in them potential socialists. +Indeed, the very existence of the work was threatened, when King Charles +Albert, then King of Sardinia, took personal action in behalf of "Don +Bosco's young rogues," as he put it, and even sent sixty dollars to help +the work along. With that the worst storms were over. Don Bosco +organized his Oratorium of St. Francis of Sales, as he called his +meeting place, for he had a special devotion to St. Francis. He chose +the name "Oratorium" because the earliest meetings were in the chapel in +which he met that first, pitifully ignorant street boy. + +In the spring of 1846, however, he was homeless once more--put out again +for the sake of his boys. Thereupon he leased a piece of enclosed land +outside of the city. Here, in the open air, under the free sky, the +Sunday meetings were again held undisturbed. Early in the morning Don +Bosco was there, seated on a grassy mound and hearing confessions. Some +of the boys were kneeling near by, waiting their turn, others were +saying their prayers, and still others, farther away, were quietly +playing. At nine o'clock Don Bosco called his boys together. He had no +bell, so one of the boys beat on an ancient drum as a signal. Then he +separated them into little divisions, and sent each division into a +particular church to hear Mass. Later they returned, and there was +Sunday-school, games, and singing. + +After awhile a little shed near by was rented and arranged for a chapel. +In the fall of 1846 he added a few rooms, and thus he began his first +school. To be sure the boys' dormitory was nothing but a hayloft pressed +into service, while the housekeeper was Don Bosco's sturdy peasant +mother, who had come to the city to help on the work of her beloved son. + +In 1851 he was able to build a church dedicated to St. Francis de Sales, +and two new houses. + +Now there is a magnificent group of buildings on this same land. The +church is in the centre; two imposing wings are the "Oratorium," of +which Don Bosco had dreamed and talked so enthusiastically that once +people even thought him crazy. The dream has more than come true. There +is a little town in itself here. All about are buildings representing +various kinds of trades and activity. There is a great printing +establishment with ten presses, a book bindery, a large locksmith shop, +a carpentering shop, a shoe factory, and a tailoring establishment. +There are, moreover, libraries, study-rooms, classrooms, dormitories, +gardens, and playgrounds. Over one thousand people live here and follow +their various employments. + +Don Bosco is dead; he died on January 31, 1888. But his work went on +under Don Michelle Rua, who was himself an orphan, raised and trained by +Don Bosco. Here, in the mother house, are some thirty Salesian priests, +as the members of the congregation founded by Don Bosco, at the +suggestion of Minister Ratazzi, are called; nearly two hundred Salesian +brothers, who are the master workmen, and four hundred students. In +addition to the resident pupils that are being trained and cared for, +about five hundred boys and apprentices spend their Sundays and +recreation hours at the institution, something in the way in which +children in this country go to the Settlements that have been +established here and there in the large cities. + +More than one hundred and fifty of these institutions were founded by +Don Bosco in Italy, France, Spain, the Tyrol, and England. He also +founded a sisterhood, so as to be able to take care of young girls as +well as of boys, and to help in the missions which he established in +South America, especially in Patagonia, where fourteen thousand savages +were baptized by his missionaries before Don Bosco's death. Latterly the +sisterhood he founded has been working among the neglected Italians in +this country too, especially in New Orleans, and there are Salesian +Fathers of Don Bosco in New York City. This special missionary work, +however, was not counted in the general estimate of the ten million +children saved by Don Bosco. + +Every year eighteen thousand apprentices leave his institutions and go +out to work, trained in body and mind for contact with the world. + +As a means of maintaining his work, Don Bosco founded a third society to +which men and women, lay or clerical, can belong, their object being to +help provide means for this great work, and the Holy Father himself +belongs to this third society. + +In appearance Don Bosco, the simple country boy, who was destined to do +this great work in this day and age, and to show the world one true way +of helping to solve the problems of labor and capital and government +that disturb the nations of the earth so much now, was a tall man of +very pleasing features and manner. He was not very eloquent as a talker, +but his heart was filled with a heavenly love for poor and unhappy +childhood. Few of us are so limited in means, or in opportunity, but we +can follow him a little way. Even the young children who go to Sunday-school +often know, or could easily learn, of some neglected child that +has perhaps no parents, or has parents who have no faith, and which +therefore hears nothing of religion and of right. Like Garelli, Don +Bosco's first pupil and follower, regular Sunday-school children could +take such a child to their own Sunday-school. The children of the +Paulist Sunday-school in New York City, for instance, are constantly +encouraged to bring with them any child they know which does not go to +Sunday-school in any other place. If, in addition to its spiritual +neglect, the child is in bodily want, bringing it to Sunday-school +attracts the attention of older people who are able, on occasion, to +give it material as well as spiritual help. + +To those of us who are older, surely there can be no greater appeal than +that of childhood for love and instruction. To withhold these is a more +bitter injustice even than to withhold food and clothing. The one causes +the body to suffer, but the other may mean the death of the soul, and +delivers the body to the lawlessness and to the excesses that lead to +untimely death in one generation and help on that lamentable +degeneration--physically, morally, and mentally--in the succeeding +generations which is, to-day, one of the most discouraging questions in +the dark problems of the great cities. + +And it must always be remembered that among the poor and the unfortunate +the inspiration for better things must come from those who have more +than they of means, of time, of intelligence, and, above all, of +devotion. + +In every age God seems to have raised up men with a genius for holiness, +to speak to the people according to the needs of their day. And thus, in +a century in which the powers of darkness were directed towards +destroying childhood and youth by godless teaching, and by lack of any +teaching at all, either sacred or profane, the providence of Divine Love +raised up the humble peasant priest of Turin as an apostle to youth and +a bulwark against its enemies. + +There is a vast margin for the following and the extension of his +example right here among us. We have with us always, not only the +unfortunate and neglected little ones of every race and color on the +earth, but, even more pitiable, those little ones who, by nature and +inheritance, would be with us, as a matter of course, were it not for +the careless drifting of their parents on the easy and pleasant current +of indifference, that spiritual sluggishness in some ways more +reprehensible and certainly less respectable than honest doubt or +definite unbelief. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36571.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36571.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..92ce918c89a9ae4a365265732d8ba7f0eb12d7ef --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36571.txt @@ -0,0 +1,310 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University, +the Milne Special Collections, University of New Hampshire, +Durham, New Hampshire and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + THE + BOOK OF RIDDLES. + + [Illustration] + + CONCORD: + JOHN F. BROWN. + 1846. + + + + + A B C D E F + G H I J K L + M N O P Q R + S T U V W X + Y Z &. + + 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 + 9 0. + + + + +THE + +BOOK OF RIDDLES. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + 'Tis true I have both face and hands, + And move before your eyes, + Yet when I go, my body stands, + And when I stand, I lie. + + _A Clock._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + My clothing's fine as velvet rare, + Though under earth my dwellings are; + And when above it I appear, + My enemies put me oft in fear. + The gard'ner does at me repine, + I spoil his works as he does mine. + + _The Mole._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + My form is beauteous to the ravish'd sight, + My habit gay, my color gold or white; + When ladies take the air, I without pride, + A faithful partner am close by their side. + I near their persons constantly remain, + A favorite slave, bound with a golden chain; + And though I can both speak and go alone, + Yet are my motions to myself unknown. + + _A Watch._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + Emblem of youth and innocence + With walls enclosed for my defence, + And with no care opprest, + I boldly spread my charms around, + 'Till some rude lover breaks the mound, + And takes me to his breast. + Here soon I sicken and decay: + My beauty lost, I'm turned away, + And thrown into the street; + Where I despised, neglected lie, + See no Samaritans pass by, + But numerous insults meet. + + _A Rose._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + Two twins we are, and, let it not surprise, + Alike in every feature, shape, and size: + We're square, or round, of brass or iron made, + Sometimes of wood, yet useful found in trade; + But, to conclude, for all our daily pains, + We by the neck are often hung in chains. + + _A Pair of Scales._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + I was before the world began, + And shall forever last; + Ere father Adam was a man, + Or out of Eden cast. + Your youthful moments I attend, + And mitigate your grief; + The industrious peasant I befriend, + To pris'ners give relief. + Make much of me if you are wise, + And use me while you may, + For you will lose me in a trice. + As I for no man stay. + + _Time._ + + The ancients represented time by the figure of a man, with broad + wings, spread out, as denoting its flight, or that time is ever on + the wing. In one hand he held an hour-glass, to show that as the + sand, so our time is constantly running; and in the other, a scythe, + to let us know that time, like the scythe, levels all. He is + represented with only one lock of hair before, the remainder of his + head being bald, to show that we must take him by the forelock, when + it presents, lest when it be past, we find our disappointment, and + as the back part of the head is bare, so our time is no more. + + + + + It foams without anger, + It flies without wings, + It cuts without edge, + And without tongue it sings. + + _A Bottle of Ale._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + What force and strength cannot get through + I with a gentle touch can do; + And many in the streets would stand, + Were I not, as friend, at hand. + + _A Key._ + + + + + What is that which has been to-morrow, and will be yesterday? + + _To-day._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + My habitation's in a wood, + And I'm at any one's command; + I often do more hurt than good, + If I once get the upper hand: + I never fear the champion's frown, + Stout things I oftentimes have done; + Brave soldiers I have oft laid down, + I never fear their sword and gun. + + _A Barrel of Beer._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + My nose is long, my back is broad and round, + And in cold weather of great use I'm found; + No load I carry, yet I puff and blow, + As much as heavy loaded porters do. + + _A Pair of Bellows._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + I never offend thee, + Yet thou dost me whip, + Which doth not amend me, + Though I dance and skip; + When I'm upright thou dost like me best, + And severely dost whip me when I want to rest. + + _A Top._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + I'm a busy active creature, + Fashioned with a sportive nature, + I nimbly skip from tree to tree, + Under a well-wrought canopy; + And for cleanliness and air, + Am a pattern to the fair; + I, to arms and blood a stranger, + Apprehensive of no danger, + Like the ant, for winter store, + Searching, treasures to explore, + All on a sudden hear the foe, + The cause and object of my woe + By whom I'm soon a prisoner made + Chain'd, and in a dungeon laid: + Bid Chloe then, and Myra tell, + What's my name and where I dwell. + + _The Squirrel._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + My body is light, my head is white, + With a cord I am laced around, + I am beaten with sticks, yet not for bad tricks, + But to animate my sound. + The unthinking youth, who heed not the truth + Which would save them from every alarm, + To fight, kill, and die, and cause much misery + To those who have done them no harm. + + _A Drum._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + Two bodies have I, + Though both joined in one + The stiller I stand, + The faster I run. + + _Hour-glass._ + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Punctuation errors have been corrected. + + * Added missing answer for a riddle namely "A Rose." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36582.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36582.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cee1aaeb9edaa3121f89308f1d4998ca2e54df95 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36582.txt @@ -0,0 +1,347 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + ADVICE + TO + _Sunday School_ + CHILDREN. + + PUBLISHED BY THE + _NEW-YORK_ + Religious Tract Society, + And sold at their Depository, + No. 142 Broadway. + + D. Fanshaw, Print. 1 Murray-St. + + SERIES II. NO. XV. + + + + + ADVICE + TO + SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + Published by the New-York Religious Tract Society, + and for sale at their Depository, (Wilder and Campbell's + Book-store,) 142 Broadway, and by the principal + Booksellers in the United States. + + D. Fanshaw, Printer, No. 1 Murray-street + +[Illustration] + + + + +ADVICE TO SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN. + + + + + MY DEAR CHILDREN; + +When our blessed Saviour was upon earth, little children were brought +to him, and he kindly took them in his arms, laid his hands upon them, +and blessed them. You have read this pleasing account in the New +Testament, and you have been taught that this kind Saviour came down +from heaven, and was called Jesus, because he should save his people +from their sins; you have learned that God Almighty will punish all +wicked people after death, by sending them into a dreadful place. Now, +consider, children, that you are all sinners, and though you are +young, be sure, that unless you repent, and put your trust in Jesus +Christ, God will cast you off for ever, and then you must be +miserable. But Jesus Christ loves little children who come to him; he +was nailed to the cross, and died to save them; and he will bless +them, while they live; and when they die, he will take their souls up +to heaven to himself, where they will be happy with the blessed angels +for ever. Now, if you love him, my dear children, you will try and do +what he says, and that is what we mean by your duty. Out of love, +therefore, to you, we give you this little book, which sets before you +some of the good instructions which are so kindly given you by your +friends in the Sunday School: you must take care to keep in mind these +things, if you would behave like children who love their Saviour, and +hope to go to heaven. Read, therefore, this affectionate admonition, +consider it well, and pray to God for grace, that you may profit by it. + +[Illustration] + +1. _Be early and constant in your attendance at School._ Many naughty +children come perhaps on one Sunday, and then are absent for two or +three following ones; this shows that they have no desire to learn; if +they loved our Saviour, they would not do so. Let not trifles keep you +away; do not mind a little cold or a little rain, but hasten to +school, and if you are there before your teachers, they will be +pleased with you, and welcome you with a smile; they will also be +encouraged to take pains with such good children, and you will go on +regularly, and will not forget your former lessons, and be obliged to +learn them over again, as foolish and idle children must often do. +Such early attendance will prevent your class being thrown into +confusion; and your teachers will be delighted to find that you are +always ready for them as soon as they are ready for you. + +2. _Be very attentive to instruction._ If instead of minding what is +said to you, you gaze about the school, and look at the other children, +you will still remain ignorant. When your teachers are explaining what +you have been reading, listen, and try to understand them. When you are +learning your lesson, keep your eyes fixed upon your book, and take as +much pains as you can, that you may repeat it quite perfectly. + +3. _Be silent in your Class._ Do not whisper and talk with those who +sit next you; you have much to learn, and little time for the purpose; +make it not less by your own carelessness. + +4. _Be thankful to your Teachers._ They seek your welfare; you hear them +pray for you, and they often do so when you are not with them. Their +hearts' desire and prayer to God for you, is, that you may be saved; +they would bring you to Jesus Christ, that you may be delivered from the +wrath of God and endless misery, through his precious blood shed for +you; that you may be saved from your sins, by repentance and faith in +him; that you may be taught to pray to God through him; and that, by his +grace, you may learn and obey his holy commandments, forsake all sin, do +his will all the days of your life, and when you die, may inherit the +kingdom of heaven. Whenever, therefore, they admonish, take heed to +their words, fix your eyes upon them, and your thoughts on what they +say; it is for your good that they take pains with you; they are seeking +your salvation, and your endless happiness. How unkind will it be if you +do not love them! How insensible must you be, if you do not profit by +their instruction! How dreadful will your case be, if, in the day of +judgment, they should be obliged to bear witness against you, that they +taught you, and laboured to bring you to salvation, but you would not! +On the contrary, how joyful will it be for both, if you are placed +together at the right hand of our blessed Saviour, and hear him say, +"Come, ye blessed children of my Father, receive the kingdom prepared +for you from the foundation of the world." + +5. _Honour and obey your parents._ Remember, this is God's commandment. +Consider this when you repeat the fifth commandment; grieve them not by +impertinence and obstinacy; dare not to answer them with passion or +disrespect; never speak evil of them, nor let others do so in your +hearing; be always gentle, humble, and dutiful, in your manner; never +frown, or be perverse, or idle, when they require you to work, but show +that you are willing and industrious; be a comfort to them, attend on +them in sickness, read your books to them, and tell them what your +teachers say to you; and strive, as much as in you lies, to be the staff +of their old age, like good Joseph in the Scripture. So God and they +will bless you; and you will be like our blessed Saviour, who was +subject to his parents in his childhood, and cared and provided for his +aged mother even while he hung upon the cross. + +[Illustration] + +6. _Love your Brothers and Sisters._ Be kind in your behaviour to each +other, and show your love by actions as well as words. Do all in your +power to make them happy; let brothers especially behave with +gentleness to their sisters; they are by nature more weak and +defenceless, and therefore brothers should treat them with peculiar +tenderness. If your brothers or sisters displease you, do not speak +angrily to them, but be patient, and forgive them, as you hope our +blessed Saviour will forgive you. If they rail at you, rail not again; +but pray for them; let them see that you love them still, and they +will be ashamed of themselves, or, even if they are not, our Saviour +will be pleased with you; for when he was reviled, he reviled not +again. It is a sad thing when brothers and sisters quarrel, and +dreadful when they strike each other; but a good and pleasant thing +when brethren dwell together in unity and love. + + "Birds in their little nests agree, + "And 'tis a shameful sight, + "When children of one family + "Fall out, and chide, and fight." + +7. _Reverence the Lord's day._ It is appointed for the worship of God; +and all its hours should be employed in his service. On this holy day +you must give up your amusements, and have as little as possible to do +with worldly things; on this day you are taught to read the word of God, +and you go with your school-fellows to worship him in his house; there +you are to join with the congregation in prayer and praise, and to hear +the minister of God preach the gospel, which is to make men wise unto +salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. Let your behaviour be +very serious when you are thus engaged; listen to every word which the +minister speaks; he is the messenger of God Almighty, and speaks as if +Christ Jesus besought you, by him, to be reconciled to God. Pray to God +that his word may prove a blessing to you, and try to understand all you +hear; good children will not only endeavour to recollect the text and +part of the sermon, but will also repeat them to their parents and +teachers. Those who are idle, careless, or sleepy, in the house of God, +act as if there was no fear of God before their eyes. + +8. _Read daily in the Bible._ It is the word of God himself; it points +out the way of salvation by our Saviour Jesus Christ; if you love him, +you will delight in reading about him in the Bible. God's word is +given for a light unto your feet, and a lamp unto your path: you know +the use of a lamp in a dark night; such is the Bible, a light to guide +us in this dark world. Ignorance and wickedness are the darkness of +the world: Jesus is the light, and the Bible is to instruct you in the +knowledge and love of him. Obey its commands, avoid what it forbids, +follow its directions; and when you read it, pray to God to give you +understanding, and a heart to receive its truths, that by his grace +and blessing you may profit by them. + +9. _Pray to God constantly._ What a mercy it is that-- + + "God will lend a gracious ear, + "To what a child can say!" + +[Illustration] + +God is your heavenly Father, who loves you; and though you cannot see +him, he can both see and hear you; and he _will_ hear you at all +times. Confess all your sins to him, and think upon the love of our +blessed Saviour, who died for your sins, and pray to God to prosper +you, for his name sake. My dear children, he is very merciful; and if +you are sorry for your sins, and afraid you shall be cast into the +wicked place for them, you must tell him your fears, and he will be +gracious to you, and teach you so to believe on our Lord Jesus Christ, +that your sins will certainly be all forgiven; and then, oh, how must +you love him! When you are tempted to be naughty, and disobedient, or +ill-tempered, or idle, pray to him to give you a new heart and a right +spirit; and do not give over praying for it till you find a better +mind in yourselves; for he will give you the Holy Spirit, if you ask +for it. Praise him also for all his mercies to you, especially for +raising up such good friends to teach you the way of salvation. + +10. _Take a cheerful part in the praises of God._ You learn hymns, in +order to sing those praises. What beautiful hymns they are! I hope you +will not merely please yourselves with the tunes, but study the +meaning of the words, that your hearts may make melody to the Lord. +How sweetly Moses, and the children of Israel, sang upon the banks of +the Red Sea, when God had delivered them from the wicked Egyptians! +Exodus, xv. How sweetly David sang to his harp and other instruments +of music, as you read in the Book of Psalms! Our blessed Saviour sang +a hymn with his disciples before he suffered; Matt. xxvi. 30. and Paul +and Silas sang the praises of God when they were in prison, at dark +midnight, and their feet were made fast in the stocks. Acts, xvi. 25. +Oh, may you, dear children, sing his praises in the same blessed +spirit, and it will be as sweet incense before his throne. + +[Illustration] + +11. _Abhor Swearing._ What! a Sunday School child swear! Awful +thought! And yet there are some who do! Such wicked children are +taking the broad road which leads to hell. And what will be _your_ +feelings, if _you_ are cast into that dreadful place, after all the +pains which have been taken to lead you to heaven! Your case will be +far more dreadful than that of others, who are left to perish in +ignorance and sin. Never take the sacred name of God in vain! Never +use it but with fear and reverence, and when it is necessary to use +it. When careless children call upon the name of God in their common +conversation, as many do, exclaiming, Oh, Lord! Oh, God! Lord, have +mercy! and the like, it proves that they are very wicked, or at least +very thoughtless. Reverence his name, and tremble at the thought of +mentioning it lightly. + +12. _Avoid bad company._ Remember the Bible says, "A companion of +fools shall be destroyed." "Therefore, come out from among them, and +be separate, and I will be a father unto you, and ye shall be my sons +and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty." Shun all places of public +amusement, particularly taverns and play-houses. Many people call them +harmless, and their diversions innocent; but do not believe them; all +sorts of wickedness and folly are practised there--gluttony, +drunkenness, indecency, swearing, and sins of almost every kind; if +you go to them, you will soon become as bad as the rest of those who +frequent them; do not mind the scorn of those who may despise you, +because you will not run to the same excess of riot as they. If they +are your relations, or your acquaintance, endeavour to persuade them +to go to the house of God on the Lord's day, and on every other day to +keep out of the path of temptation. If they will not be persuaded to +do so, at least go not with them into any sinful course. They may +endeavour to persuade you, but withstand their entreaties; call to +mind the words of Solomon, "My son, if sinners entice thee, consent +thou not!" They may entice, but they cannot compel you; and as evil +communications corrupt good manners, so, if you join their company, +you will be in danger of following these wicked examples. If, my dear +children, you hope to meet our Saviour at the last, and to spend +eternity in heaven with holy angels, and the spirits of just men made +perfect, how can you bear to be in company with those wicked people +upon earth, who are, every day, making themselves more fit for the +company of the devil and his angels in the outer darkness, "where +there shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth?" + +And now I commend you unto God, and to the word of his grace, which is +able to give you an inheritance among them that are sanctified. We +love you, we care for you, we pray for you! Oh, may God turn your +hearts by the Holy Spirit to himself, that you may be his dear +children; and may he bless this little book to you, and give you grace +to read, to mark, to understand, and to practise its directions; may +you walk in the path of duty while you live on earth, and at last join +the assembly of his people before his throne in heaven, share in their +happiness, and unite in their praises, to all eternity. + +[Illustration] + + + + + CHILDREN'S BOOKS + + PUBLISHED BY THE + NEW-YORK + Religious Tract Society. + + + 2d SERIES. + + 1. Address to a Child. + 2. Goodness of Providence. + 3. The Vine. + 4. The Orphan. + 5. Elizabeth Loveless. + 6. Little Susan and her Lamb. + 7. Wonderful cure of Naaman. + 8. Happy Cottager. + 9. Mary Jones. + 10. Ann Walsh, the Irish Girl. + 11. Sally of the Sunday-School. + 12. Destructive consequences of Vice, Dissipation, &c. + 13. Mischief its own Punishment. + 14. Louisa and the Little Birds. + 15. Advice to Sunday S. Children. + 16. Bread the Staff of Life. + 17. Affectionate Daughter. + 18. Happy Negro. + 19. S. Butler, & Passionate Boy. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Punctuation errors have been corrected. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Advice to Sunday School Children, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36584.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36584.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..47fac242d48109f587d8681d19f51b2fc4ff5253 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36584.txt @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + No. 35. + + THE BLIND BEGGAR + OF JERICHO. + + BY THE AUTHOR OF "PEEP OF DAY." + + LONDON: + JOHN HATCHARD AND SON. + 1848. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE BLIND BEGGAR OF + +JERICHO. + + +It is very common to see blind men begging in the streets. Do not you +pity the blind? How sad it must be never to see the light of the sun, +nor the green leaves in spring, nor the faces of our dearest friends! + +A long while ago a blind man sat begging by the side of the road. As +he sat he heard the noise of a great crowd walking along. He did not +know why there was such a crowd, so he asked the people passing by why +so many had come together. They told him that Jesus of Nazareth was +passing that way. The blind man had heard before of Jesus. He had +heard that he could do great wonders, and he felt sure in his heart +that Jesus could make him see. But the blind man could not go to +him--how could he dare to stir in such a crowd? He might have been +pushed down and trodden upon and crushed to death. But he could speak. +He cried out very loud, "Have mercy on me, O Lord." He did not cry out +once or twice, he kept on crying out, hoping that Jesus would hear +him. But the Lord took no notice of him, and a great many people came +up to him and told him not to make such a noise. Yet the poor man +would not be quiet; he knew that the Lord was passing by, and that he +might soon be gone, and that he might never pass that way again, so he +cried out more than ever, "Lord, have mercy on me!" And did the Lord +take notice of him at last? Yes, he did; he stood still, and told the +people to bring that blind man to him. How kind it was in Jesus to +care for the blind beggar! Jesus is very kind, and cares for every +poor creature in the world. At last the blind man heard some one speak +kindly to him, and say, "Be of good comfort; rise, he calleth thee." +How glad he was to hear that Jesus had sent for him! He got up very +quickly, and went to Jesus, for now the people made room for him. No +one now was rude to the poor beggar, for Jesus had called for him. + +And what did Jesus say to him? He asked him this question, "What do +you wish me to do for you?" The man replied, "Lord, that I may receive +my sight." Jesus pitied him very much, and he touched his eyes, and +said, "Receive thy sight." That moment he was able to see. How glad he +now was that he had cried out, "Lord, have mercy on me," and that he +had not left off when the people told him not to make a noise! He +would not leave Jesus now he had found him, but went after him on the +road, praising him, and thanking God for his goodness. + +If all people would pray as this blind man did, Jesus would hear them +all. The child who reads this book is not blind. If you were blind how +could you read to father or to mother? But there is something which +Jesus could do for you, that would make you happy for ever. What is +it? Do you know? If he were to say, "What do you wish me to do for +you?" what would you answer? I should like you to say, "Forgive me my +sins, and give me thy Holy Spirit." My dear child, do make this little +prayer every day. Jesus would hear you. Perhaps you live in a very +poor place. Perhaps you live in a little room in town, up some dark +and narrow stairs; perhaps there is very little furniture in it, and +very little food in the cupboard, but Jesus knows where you live, and +he knows your name, and your father's name, and your mother's name, +and he hears all you say. He would be much pleased to hear you praying +to him, because he loves you, and he once died upon the cross that +you might not go to hell. If you go to heaven you will see the blind +beggar there--I mean the beggar who once was blind. Then you will sing +with him about the love of Jesus in saving your souls. + +If you wish to read a full account of this blind man, you will find it +in Mark x. 46 to end, and also in Luke xviii. 35 to end. + + + + + When Jesus Christ was here below, + And spread his works of love abroad, + If I had lived so long ago, + I think I should have loved the Lord. + + Jesus, who was so very kind, + Who came to pardon sinful men, + Who heal'd the sick, and cur'd the blind: + Oh, must not I have loved him then? + + But where is Jesus? Is he dead? + Oh, no; he lives in heaven above: + "And blest are they," the Saviour said, + "Who, though they have not seen me, love." + + He sees us from his throne on high + As well as when on earth he dwelt; + And when to him poor children cry, + He feels such love as then he felt. + + And if the Lord will grant me grace, + Much I will love him and adore; + But when in heaven I see his face, + 'Twill be my joy to love him more. + + _Jane Taylor._ + + + THE END. + + + Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. + + + + +PRAYER. + + + O Father in Heaven, + Thou hast made all things; + The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. + Thou hast made me. + Thou hast taken care of me. + I thank Thee for all thy kindness. + + Great God, Thou art in every place; + Thou seest in the dark, + As well as in the light; + Thou knowest all the naughty things + That I have done, and said, and thought. + + O Merciful Lord, pardon my sins, + Because Jesus Christ, thy dear Son, + Died upon the cross for sinners. + Give me thy Holy Spirit, + That I may love Thee, and obey thy laws. + Keep me from minding Satan, + And save me from going to hell: + And whenever I die, + O take my soul to Heaven. + + When Jesus comes with clouds, + And with the holy angels, + May I be glad to see Him. + May my dear parents, and brothers, and sisters, + Be happy with Thee for ever and ever. + May all people love Thee, + And speak of thy goodness. + Hear me for Christ's sake. Amen. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Punctuation and spelling errors have been corrected. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Blind Beggar of Jericho, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36611.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36611.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d13d2652ab52cb65975a9e49188364bf1d9392fc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36611.txt @@ -0,0 +1,226 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + BIBLE + STORIES AND PICTURES. + + FROM THE + OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS. + + [Illustration: The Crucifixion of Christ.] + + NEW HAVEN. + Published by S. Babcock. + + 1842. + + + + +BIBLE + +STORIES AND PICTURES. + + + + +[Illustration] + +MOSES VIEWING CANAAN. + + +When the children of Israel were journeying from Egypt to the land of +Canaan, Moses disobeyed one command of the Lord. For this act, God +told him he should not enter the Land of Promise. But as Moses +repented of his sin, God said he should be permitted to see the land. + +So, when they arrived near Canaan, God said to Moses, Go to mount +Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, and I will shew thee the land which I have +promised to the children of Israel; and after that thou shalt die. + +Then Moses went to the top of the mount, where he could see the land +which the children of Israel were to inherit. And God then said to +Moses, This is the land which I promised to Abraham, to Isaac, and to +Jacob; I have caused thee to see it, but thou shalt not go into it. + + + + +[Illustration] + +SAMSON CARRYING AWAY THE + +GATES OF GAZA. + + +Samson was one of the judges of Israel, after the death of Moses. He +was the strongest man that ever lived. In his time the Philistines +were at war with the Israelites. These Philistines were a nation of +heathen, who worshipped idols instead of the great God who made us +all. Samson in one battle killed a thousand of them with the jaw-bone +of an ass. After this, they found out one night that he was in their +walled city, called Gaza, and so they fastened the great gates of the +city, thinking they could in this way keep him there till morning, and +then kill him. + +But Samson arose at midnight and took the two great gates of the city, +with the bar and the gate posts, and carried them to the top of a high +hill, a great way off. In this way he escaped out of the hands of his +enemies. + + + + +[Illustration] + +DAVID AND GOLIATH. + + +While Saul was king of Israel, the Philistines made war upon him and +his people. Among them was a giant, named Goliath, who went out in +front of Saul's camp, in the morning and evening, for forty days, and +offered to fight any man in his army. + +David, who was then a mere shepherd-boy, heard of this giant and his +boastful challenge. He offered to go out and fight Goliath, trusting +that God would enable him to conquer this proud enemy of his people. So +he went out, taking with him only his sling and a few smooth pebbles. +When Goliath saw him, he laughed at the Israelites for sending a mere +boy to fight him. But David threw a stone with his sling with such force +as to drive it into the giant's forehead. He then cut off his head with +Goliath's own sword, and carried it to king Saul in triumph. + + + + +[Illustration] + +JOHN BAPTIZING CHRIST. + + +When Jesus Christ was about thirty years old, he began to preach the +glad tidings of salvation. About the same time, John the Baptist was +also preaching to the people and baptizing them. He lived in the +wilderness, and wore a garment of camel's hair, with a leathern girdle +about his loins. He told of the coming of Christ, and warned all to +repent of their sins. Many believed and were baptized. + +Jesus also went to him to be baptized. John with great humility said, +I have more need to be baptized by thee. But Jesus answered, Suffer it +to be so this time. Then John baptized him in the river Jordan, and as +he was coming out of the water, the Spirit of God descended upon him +in the form of a dove, and a voice from heaven was heard, saying, This +is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased. + + + + +[Illustration] + +WATER CHANGED TO WINE. + + +One of the first miracles performed by our Savior, was at Cana in +Gallilee. There was a wedding there, and he and his disciples were +among the guests. Mary, the mother of Jesus, was also one of the +company. Before the wedding feast was over, the wine was all gone, and +Mary said to her son, They have no wine. Then Jesus ordered the +servants to fill six water-pots, which were standing near, with water; +and they filled them up to the brim. He then said to them, Draw out +now and bear some to the ruler of the feast. And they did so. + +When the ruler of the feast, who knew nothing of all this, had drank +of the water which was made wine, he said to the bridegroom, Most men +serve out the best wine first, and after that the poorer; but you have +kept the good wine till now. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CHRIST BLESSING CHILDREN. + + +Some mothers brought their little children to the Savior, that he +might bless them. His disciples, however, told the women to go away +and not trouble their master with children. Then Jesus, hearing this, +reproved his disciples and said, Suffer little children to come unto +me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven. And he +then took them in his arms and blessed them. + +Should you not like the Lord Jesus to bless you, my dear little +reader? Then pray to him and he will do so. He is the same kind friend +to little children now that he was then, and he loves all who love and +serve him. Try, then, to be good, and he will love and bless you. You +will then be happy in this world, and when you come to die you will go +to heaven and be happy with him in the world to come. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CONVERSION OF SAINT PAUL. + + +There was a young man named Saul; he was a Pharisee, and a man of +great learning, but he hated all the followers of Christ, who were +then called, as they are now, by the name of Christians. So great was +his hatred, that he put many of them in prison and was in favor of +having others put to death. + +Once, when he was going to the city of Damascus, with authority to take +the followers of Jesus prisoners, a light suddenly shone upon him with +exceeding great brightness. It was so dazzling that he could not bear +it, and he fell from his horse to the ground. At the same time he heard +a voice calling out, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And Saul +asked, Who art thou, Lord? Then the voice answered, I am Jesus, whom +thou persecutest. Then said Saul, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? He +was told to go to the city and he should be there shown what to do. + +When he arose from the ground he was entirely blind, and was led by +his attendants to the city, and in three days his sight was again +restored to him. + +After this he was called Paul, and became one of the most energetic +preachers of the gospel that the Christian religion ever had. By his +zeal and learning he was able to confound all the Jews, and to prove +that Jesus was the Christ,--the Son of God. At last, after a life of +great usefulness, but of much trial and suffering, he was cruelly +beheaded by the enemies of his divine Lord and Master. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + *Spelling errors have been corrected. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36614.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36614.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e28588f65efd91ddd349f145336b197264b2b12a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36614.txt @@ -0,0 +1,205 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + No. 23. + + THE CHILD WHO DIED + AND LIVED AGAIN. + + BY THE AUTHOR OF "PEEP OF DAY." + + LONDON: + JOHN HATCHARD AND SON. + 1848. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CHILD WHO DIED AND + +LIVED AGAIN. + + + + +Did you ever see a person who was dead? Perhaps you have seen one of +your own brothers or sisters lying on a death-bed. What a change +takes place when we die! No more breath comes out of the mouth, no +colour is seen on the cheeks; the eye can look at us no longer, nor +the tongue speak to us; the body soon grows cold and stiff; it has no +more feeling than the ground on which we tread. And why? Because the +soul is gone out of the body. While the soul or spirit is in us we are +alive, but when it is gone out then we are dead. The soul can never +die, but the body is only made of dust, and it soon crumbles away and +becomes dust again. + +No one can make a dead person alive again. Yet once there was a man in +this world who made dead people alive. Who was that man? He was called +Jesus; he was not only a man, he was God too; he was the Son of God. +Most people would not believe that he was the Son of God, though he +said he was. Yet we are sure he said true, for if he had been a wicked +man he could not have made dead people alive again. God his Father was +with him, and this was the reason he did such wonderful things. + +One day a rich man came to Jesus, and fell down at his feet, and begged +him to come to his house. He said, "My little daughter is dying." He was +very unhappy, he loved his little girl very much, and she was his only +child. His name was Jairus, but I do not know the name of his little +girl. I do know her age, she was twelve years old. The father thought +that if Jesus only put his hands upon her he could make her well. + +The Son of God was very kind to people in trouble. He went with the +father, and a great crowd followed him. As he went along the road, he +was pressed on every side by those who wanted to see him and to hear +what he said. + +Before he reached the sick man's house, some people came and said to +the father, "Your daughter is dead." They told him it was now of no +use for Jesus to come. They little knew what he could do; but Jesus +said to the father, "Do not be afraid, she shall be made well." + +When he came to the house, he only allowed three of his friends to +come in with him. Their names were Peter, James, and John. There was a +great noise and bustle in the house; there were men playing music, and +people weeping and crying out with loud voices because the girl was +dead. When Jesus came into the room where she was lying, he said to +these people, "Why do you make this noise? The girl is not dead, she +only sleeps." Then they began to laugh at him, for they knew the child +was dead. Why did Jesus say she slept? Because she was soon to be made +alive. Her death was like sleep. + +Jesus would not let the people who mocked, stay in the room, but he +let the girl's father and mother be there, and his own three friends. +There were just these five in the room with him when he went to the +bed and took hold of the girl's hand and said, "Girl, I say unto thee, +arise." Immediately her spirit (or her soul) came again into her body. +Then she was alive. She was now quite well; she was not weak now, as +she had been; she got up out of her bed and walked about. Then Jesus +desired that something might be given her to eat. Her parents were +very much surprised. They had been afraid that Jesus would not be +able to make her alive. They did not know he could do everything. He +made all our bodies and gave us souls, and one day he will call all +the dead people out of their graves. + +I wonder whether that young girl loved Jesus. She was old enough to +understand what he said. At twelve years old children can understand +almost as well as men and women can; they learn more quickly, and +remember better. Though they love play still, they have a great deal +of sense. Some children at twelve years old begin to take great pains +with their learning; then they get on very fast. Some begin to be very +useful; they can do more now than take care of the baby or run upon +errands, and often they get places as servants. If they are steady, +and tell no lies, they are trusted and get on well in the world. + +Some children at twelve years old begin to think about their souls and +to say, "What would become of me if I were to die?" They go and hear +sermons, and they can understand them. They look in the Bible, and +they can understand a great deal which they read. Then some begin to +pray and to say, "Merciful God, give me thy Holy Spirit, for the sake +of Jesus Christ." + +But there are some who at twelve years old will mind their parents no +longer. They say, "We are not little babies now, we will do as we +please." They forget all the kindness their parents have shown them +for twelve years, and they forget the words that God has spoken, +"Honour thy father and thy mother." + +You can read the history of the daughter of Jairus in your Bible in +Mark v. verses 23, 24, and 35 to end; Luke viii. 41, 42, and 49 to end. + + + + +THE DYING CHILD. + + + Why do you weep? + I am falling asleep, + And Jesus my Shepherd, + Is watching his sheep; + His arm is beneath me, + His eye is above; + His Spirit within me + Says, "Rest in my love: + With blood I have bought thee, + And wash'd thee from sin; + With care I have brought thee + My fold to be in; + Refresh'd by still waters, + In green pastures fed, + Thy day has gone by-- + I am making thy bed." + + _Extract in "The Twin Brothers."_ + + + THE END. + + + Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. + + + + +PRAYER. + + + O Father in Heaven, + Thou hast made all things; + The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. + Thou hast made me. + Thou hast taken care of me. + I thank Thee for all thy kindness. + + Great God, Thou art in every place; + Thou seest in the dark, + As well as in the light; + Thou knowest all the naughty things + That I have done, and said, and thought. + + O Merciful Lord, pardon my sins, + Because Jesus Christ, thy dear Son, + Died upon the cross for sinners. + Give me thy Holy Spirit, + That I may love Thee, and obey thy laws. + Keep me from minding Satan, + And save me from going to hell: + And whenever I die, + O take my soul to Heaven. + + When Jesus comes with clouds, + And with the holy angels, + May I be glad to see Him. + May my dear parents, and brothers, and sisters, + Be happy with Thee for ever and ever. + May all people love Thee, + And speak of thy goodness. + Hear me for Christ's sake. Amen. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Child Who Died and Lived Again, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36618.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36618.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1189042f695fc72cf67c4dcd63d3e0c0bc1f2672 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36618.txt @@ -0,0 +1,557 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + +CARRY ON! + + +By VIRNA SHEARD + + + + PUBLISHED UNDER THE DISTINGUISHED + PATRONAGE OF THE IMPERIAL ORDER + OF THE DAUGHTERS OF THE + EMPIRE IN AID OF THE + RED CROSS + + + + +TORONTO: + +WARWICK BROS. & RUTTER, LIMITED + +1917 + + + + +COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1917 + + + + +ACKNOWLEDGMENTS + +We acknowledge with thanks the kindness of _The Globe_, Toronto, for +permission to use Carry On, The Young Knights, The Watcher, October +Goes, Dreams, The Cry, A War Chant, To One Who Sleeps, The Requiem and +The Lament, to _Saturday Night_, Toronto, for permission to use Before +the Dawn, and to _The Canadian Magazine_ for permission to use When +Jonquils Blow. The other poems have not hitherto been published. + + + + +CONTENTS + + Carry On + The Young Knights + The Shells + The Watcher + October Goes + Dreams + Before the Dawn + Crosses + The Cry + A War Chant + When Jonquils Blow + To One Who Sleeps + The Sea + Comrades + Requiem + Lament + + + + + CARRY ON! + + That all freedom may abide + Carry on! + For the brave who fought and died, + Carry on! + England's flag so long adored + Is the banner of the Lord-- + His the cannon--His the sword-- + Carry on, and on! Carry on! + + Through the night of death and tears, + Carry on! + Through the hour that scars and sears, + Carry on! + Legions in the flame-torn sky,-- + Armies that go reeling by,-- + Only once can each man die; + Carry on! + + For the things you count the best, + Carry on! + Take love with you,--leave the rest-- + Carry on! + Though the fight be short or long, + Men of ours--O dear and strong-- + Yours will be the Victor's song, + Carry on--and on! Carry on! + + + + + THE YOUNG KNIGHTS + + Now they remain to us forever young + Who with such splendor gave their youth away; + Perpetual Spring is their inheritance, + Though they have lived in Flanders and in France + A round of years, in one remembered day. + + They drained life's goblet as a joyous draught + And left within the cup no bitter lees. + Sweetly they answered to the King's behest, + And gallantly fared forth upon a quest, + Beset by foes on land and on the seas. + + So in the ancient world hath bloomed again + The rose of old romance--red as of yore; + The flower of high emprise hath whitely blown + Above the graves of those we call our own, + And we will know its fragrance evermore. + + Now if their deeds were written with the stars, + In golden letters on the midnight sky + They would not care. They were so young, and dear, + They loved the best the things that were most near, + And gave no thought to glory far and high. + + They need no shafts of marble pure and cold-- + No painted windows radiantly bright; + Across our hearts their names are carven deep-- + In waking dreams, and in the dreams of sleep, + They bring us still ineffable delight. + + Methinks heaven's gates swing open very wide + To welcome in a host so fair and strong; + Perchance the unharmed angels as they sing, + May envy these the battle-scars they bring, + And sigh e'er they take up the triumph song! + + + + + THE SHELLS + + O my brave heart! O my strong heart! My sweet heart and gay, + The soul of me went with you the hour you marched away, + For surely she is soulless, this woman white, and still, + Who works with shining metal to make the things that kill. + + I tremble as I touch them,--so strange they are, and bright; + Each one will be a comet to break the purple night. + Grey Fear will ride before it, and Death will ride behind, + The sound of it will deafen,--the light of it will blind! + + And whom it meets in passing, but God alone will know; + Each one will blaze a trail in blood--will hew a road of woe; + O when the fear is on me, my heart grows faint and cold:-- + I dare not think of what I do,--of what my fingers hold. + + Then sounds a Voice, "Arise, and make the weapons of the Lord!" + "He rides upon the whirlwind! He hath need of shell and sword! + His army is a mighty host--the lovely and the strong,-- + They follow Him to battle, with trumpet and with Song!" + + O my brave heart! My strong heart! My sweet heart and dear,-- + 'Tis not for me to falter,--'Tis not for me to fear-- + Across the utmost barrier--wherever you may be,-- + With joy unspent, and deathless, my soul will follow thee. + + + + + THE WATCHER + + Little White Moon--Each night from Heaven you lean + To watch the lonely Seas, and all the Earth between;-- + O little shining Moon! What have you seen?-- + + What have you seen upon the fields of France, + Where through the drowsy grain, the gay red poppies dance, + Unheeding splintered gun or broken lance? + + Deep in the green-wood, shadow-laced, and still, + What is it you have found, by fern-bed and by rill? + What by each hollow--and each little hill?-- + + When o'er the sky the driven smoke-clouds flee, + And through a dusky veil look down fearfully-- + What do you find adrift upon the sea? + + In the great mountains where the four winds blow,-- + Where the King's cavalry, and his foot-soldiers go-- + What have you seen beneath the shifting snow? + + Little white Moon! So old,--so strangely bright-- + How could you still shine on, unless you knew some night + Here in the world you watch, all would be right! + + + + + OCTOBER GOES + + October goes, and its colors all pass: + At dawn there's a silver film on the grass, + And the reeds are shining as pipes of glass, + + But yesterweek where the cloud waves rolled + Down a wind-swept sky that was grey, and cold, + Sailed the hunter's moon,--a galleon of gold! + + And now in the very depth of the night + It is just a little flame, blown and white, + Or a broken-winged moth on a weary flight. + + But the steadfast trees at the forest rim, + And the pines in places scented and dim, + Still wait for one hunter, and watch for him. + + And the wind in the branches whispers, "Why?" + And the yellow leaves that go rustling by, + Say only, "Remember," and sigh,--and sigh. + + + + + DREAMS + + Keep thou thy dreams--though joy should pass thee by; + Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought; + It is for dreams that men will oft-times die,-- + And count the passing pain of death as nought. + + Keep though thy dreams, though faith should faint and fail, + And time should loose thy fingers from the creeds, + The vision of the Christ will still avail + To lead thee on to truth and tender deeds. + + Keep thou thy dreams all the winter's cold, + When weeds are withered, and the garden grey, + Dream thou of roses with their hearts of gold,-- + Beckon to summers that are on their way. + + Keep thou thy dreams--the tissue of all wings + Is woven first of them; from dreams are made + The precious and imperishable things, + Whose loveliness lives on, and does not fade. + + Keep thou thy dreams, intangible and dear + As the blue ether of the utmost sky,-- + A dream may lift thy spirit past all fear, + And with the great, may set thy feet on high! + + + + + BEFORE THE DAWN + + In that one darkest hour, before the dawn is here, + Each soul of us goes sailing, close to the coast of Fear. + + There in the windless quiet, from out the folded black, + The things we have forgotten--or would forget--come back. + + Old sorrows, long abandoned, or kept with lock and key, + Steal from their prison places to bear us company. + + All softly come our little sins--our scarlet sins--and gray, + To keep with us a vigil till breaking of the day. + + And there are velvet footsteps; or oft we seem to hear + Light garments brush against the dark; so near--so very near! + + Then heavily, as weighed by tears, each haunted moment goes, + For dawn steps down the morning sky, in robes of gray and rose. + + * * * * * + + O fairies of the forest-ring, and little men in green, + And pixies of the moonlight, and elves no eye hath seen, + Brew us a magic potion, of deep and fairy power, + A draught of Lethe--for one night--to tide us past that hour. + + + + + CROSSES + + All your broken war-spent heroes, + Lord of War and Grief--you pay + With a cross of moulded iron, + Hard-wrought iron cold and grey. + On the Somme you grant five thousand + And five thousand at Verdun; + At the dawn of day you count them + And at setting of the sun. + On the trampled fields of Flanders, + On the bitter roads of France, + Where the big guns chant their war-songs, + And the crimson death-lights dance, + There you count the iron crosses + Of such high and far renown,--- + Grim and grey the men who win them-- + Theirs the cross--and yours the crown;-- + + * * * * * + + But the little wooden crosses + You have given the peaceful dead, + O the little wooden crosses, + By each young low-lying head,-- + Though the tender grasses hide them, + Or they fall beneath the snows, + Not a cross shall be forgotten,-- + God Himself has counted those. + + + + + THE CRY + + They have laid him away; + Even he who was always so strong and gay + Will be locked in the earth till the judgment day; + "Dust unto dust" I have heard the priest say. + + He will never return; + Though I weep my eyes blind, though I pray and yearn,-- + Though the star-light goes out and the great suns burn + Into whitest ash,--he will never return. + + So of weeping--no more; + It is tears fill the oceans from shore to shore; + They have made the wind salt--the wind at my door; + They harm the good ground--so of weeping--no more. + + "Not again!" "Not again!" + Do you hear the sea singing that one refrain? + The pine trees, the wind and the wearysome rain + All whisper it; "Never again!"--"Not again!" + + Who can tell me--who knows, + Where his lonely soul travels? + Whither it goes?-- + Has he gone like the leaves?--Like yesterday's snows?-- + Speak, dear Lord of Death! You who died--and arose! + + + + + A WAR CHANT + + O England! Thy foe hath hated thee long, + And his hate is a deadly thing; + It was held in his heart till its growth was strong, + Now, words have woven it into a song + For little children to sing. + + It is hatred that fashioned his shot and shell, + And hatred hid death in the sea; + In hatred the cannon have sounded a knell + O'er the little homes where the peaceful dwell, + And the humble-hearted be. + + Thy foe hath swept the blue from the sky + In a fury of smoke and flame; + His guns are not stilled where the wounded lie,-- + He hath shown no pity to those who die + For the glory of his name. + + He sealed his hate with the blood of his men-- + O, the young in their coats of grey!-- + They are cast aside, and in river, and fen, + Deep-hidden, where none will find them again + Till the last white judgment day. + + Now mirth is forgotten and joy is dead; + The world hath accepted its pain; + Still, over old battlefields, newly red, + The shattered ranks of his army are led + In pomp and a high disdain. + + Thy anger grows slowly, for thou art great, + O England! thou well beloved land; + When its tide is full-risen, then thou art Fate,-- + And the angel who stands before the gate, + The sword of flame in his hand! + + + + + WHEN JONQUILS BLOW + + When jonquils blow I think of one + Who sleeps beneath the green; + And all the light and song of life + And all the golden sheen + Turn cold and still before my eyes, + While pearl-edged boughs of May + Seen through a sudden mist of tears + Are rimmed with ashen-gray. + + + + + TO ONE WHO SLEEPS + + Fare not too far, my own, + Down ways all strange and new, + For I must find alone, + The road that leads to you. + + Enchantments may arise + To lure thy little feet, + And charm thy wondering eyes;-- + Yet;--wait for me, my sweet! + + Already Earth doth seem + A phantom place to me, + And thy far home of dream, + Is my reality. + + So this is just "good night";-- + Some stars will rise and wane, + But sure as comes the light, + I'll be with thee again!-- + + + + + THE SEA + + The sea is just a cradle wide and deep,-- + A cradle that the moon rocks to and fro; + What peace they find who there fall fast asleep, + What lovely dreams,--'Tis not for us to know. + + But God hath sent the angel of the sea + To sing to them an endless lullaby; + And that they may not dread night's mystery, + He lights for them the candles of the sky. + + They are infolded by the silken waves, + And wrapped in shining blue, and emerald green; + They drift through opalescent ocean caves, + That only God Himself hath ever seen. + + The great salt wind that no man holds in thrall, + Touches them softly, as it passes by;-- + I think the silver sea gulls know them all, + And greet them with their lonely tender cry. + + For but a little little round of years, + The sweet sun-sprinkled foam will be their bed, + And they will slumber--hushed from any fears-- + To waken, when the sea gives up her dead. + + + + + COMRADES + + O mighty men of England + Who sleep on land and sea, + How swiftly you would join our ranks + If Death could set you free! + + How gladly would they greet you, + The young--the brave--the gay,-- + If you came from your long-sealed graves, + To march with them to-day. + + O you would know each other,-- + And meet as friend, with friend,-- + And fight, and smile, and jest at Death, + Until the battles end! + + + + + REQUIEM + + Weep for the dead; weep for the swift slain dead, + November skies; + Too few the tears that day and night are shed + From women's eyes. + + Blow o'er them lightly with a soft caress, + Wind of the sea, + If you are tender they may miss love less-- + Where e'er they be. + + Come, gentle moon, swing low your lantern light + On reddened fields, + And find the lonely harvest of the night + That battle yields. + + Banish the darkness filled with quivering dread, + Lest they should know + Some last strange horror--even they--the dead-- + Sweet moon, swing low. + + Fold them at dawn, dear earth, within your arms + So safe and strong: + Hold them asleep till they forget alarms, + And woe and wrong. + + Master of Kings! If peace be bought with pain + These paid the price; + O show Thy tortured world that not in vain + Is sacrifice! + + + + + LAMENT + + Here in my garden where the tulips grow + I walk alone; + Dim are my eyes with tears, my feet are slow + My heart is stone; + Though all the lovely earth again for me + New sweetness yields + It matters not,--only the dead I see + On battlefields. + + Only the dead I see,--and strangely bright + Their faces shine + As though the God of Glory in the night + Had made them fine. + Place for the victors! Stoop my soul to touch + Their tunics hem,-- + 'Tis those they loved who need tears overmuch + O weep for them! + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36664.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36664.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..34aa6d5708b7072e65cdb151c5560e01e8c8d959 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36664.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1018 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + +[Illustration: (front cover)] + + + + + + +GOOPS AND HOW TO BE THEM + + A Manual of Manners for Polite Infants + Inculcating many Juvenile Virtues + Both by Precept and Example + With Ninety Drawings + + +By GELETT BURGESS + +[Illustration] + + NEW YORK + Frederick A. Stokes Company + Publishers + + * * * * * + +COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY GELETT BURGESS + +TWENTY-THIRD PRINTING, MAY 9, 1935 + +_Printed in the United States of America_ + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: _To Agnes who is Not (always) a Goop!_] + +[Illustration: TABLE OF CONTENTS] + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + + Introduction _Page_ 1 + Table Manners--I 3 + Table Manners--II 5 + Cleanliness 7 + Neatness 9 + Courtesy 11 + Generosity 13 + Consideration 15 + Miss Manners 17 + Borrowing 19 + Memory 21 + Books 23 + Honesty 25 + "Why?" 27 + Bed-Time 29 + Modesty 31 + Disfiguration 33 + Bravery 35 + Tidiness 37 + Patience 39 + Fortitude 41 + George Adolphus 43 + Politeness 45 + Gentleness 47 + Hospitality 49 + Pets 51 + Remember 53 + Curiosity 55 + Willy 57 + Clothes 59 + Helpfulness 61 + Quietness 63 + Order 65 + Teasing 67 + Interruption 69 + Cry-Baby 71 + Caution 73 + Tardiness 75 + Obedience 77 + Church Headaches 79 + Perseverance 81 + Doll-Time 83 + Combing and Curling 85 + Cheerfulness 87 + +_Of these Rhymes, ten first appeared in_ "St. Nicholas," _and are here +reprinted by permission of the_ Century Company. + + +[Illustration: Introduction] + + + + +_INTRODUCTION_ + + + Let me introduce a Race + Void of Beauty and of Grace, + Extraordinary Creatures + With a Paucity of Features. + Though their Forms are fashioned ill, + They have Manners stranger still; + For in Rudeness they're Precocious, + They're Atrocious, they're Ferocious! + Yet you'll learn, if you are Bright, + Politeness from the Impolite. + When you've finished with the Book, + At your Conduct take a Look; + Ask yourself, upon the Spot, + _Are you Goop, or are you Not?_ + For, although it's Fun to See them + It is TERRIBLE to Be them! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Table Manners.--I.] + + + + +_TABLE MANNERS.--I._ + + + The Goops they lick their fingers, + And the Goops they lick their knives; + They spill their broth on the tablecloth-- + Oh, they lead disgusting lives! + The Goops they talk while eating, + And loud and fast they chew; + And that is why I'm glad that I + Am not a Goop--are you? + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Table Manners.--II.] + + + + +_TABLE MANNERS.--II._ + + + The Goops are gluttonous and rude, + They gug and gumble with their food; + They throw their crumbs upon the floor, + And at dessert they tease for more; + They will not eat their soup and bread + But like to gobble sweets, instead, + And this is why I oft decline, + When I am asked to stay and dine! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Cleanliness (top)] + + + + +_CLEANLINESS_ + + + The Goops they are spotted on chin and on cheek, + You could dig the dirt off with a trowel! + But _you_ wash your face twenty times every week, + And you don't do it _all_ with the towel! + + The Goops are all dirty, and what do they do? + They like to be dirty, and stay so. + But if _you_ were dirty, you'd wash, wouldn't you? + If you needed a bath, you would say so! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Neatness] + + + + +_NEATNESS_ + + + Goops leave traces everywhere-- + Gum stuck underneath the chair, + Muddy footprints in the hall, + Show that Goops have been to call; + Shoes and stockings on the floor + Show where Goops have been before! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Courtesy] + + + + +_COURTESY_ + + + I wonder why it is polite + In shaking hands, to give your _right_. + I wonder why it is refined + In passing one, to go _behind_. + I wonder why it is well-bred, + If you must sneeze, to turn your head. + Perhaps the reason is because + The Goops, they never have such laws! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Generosity] + + + + +_GENEROSITY_ + + + When you have candy, do you go + And give your sister half? + When little brother stubs his toe, + Do you look on and laugh? + + The greediest Goop would give away + The things he didn't need-- + To share the toys with which you play, + That's generous, indeed! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Consideration] + + + + +_CONSIDERATION_ + + + When you're old, and get to be + Thirty-four or forty-three, + Don't you hope that you will see + Children all respect you? + + Will they, without being told, + Wait on you, when you are old, + Or be heedless, selfish, cold? + I _hope_ they'll not neglect you! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Miss Manners] + + + + +_MISS MANNERS_ + + + No matter how you wish + For the last one on the dish, + Miss Manners has a right to it, not you; + And the largest one of all, + Or the nicest, big or small-- + Well, I think you'd better leave her _that_ one too! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Borrowing] + + + + +_BORROWING_ + + + Whose doll is that on the table? + Whose book is that on the chair? + The knife and the pencils and other utensils, + Now how do they come to be there? + + Didn't you say they were borrowed? + You'd better take back just a few! + If _you_ lent your playthings, I think you would say things + If no one returned them to you! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Memory] + + + + +_MEMORY_ + + + My teacher taught me, yesterday, + A very pretty piece to say; + But when I try to think of it, + I can't remember it a bit! + My head's so full of toys and such, + I can't remember very much! + + My teacher told me yesterday + "_Work when you work; Play when you play!_" + When I am playing with my toys + I am the busiest of boys; + But when I study or I work + I'm 'fraid I _am_ inclined to shirk! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Books] + + + + +_BOOKS_ + + + I have a notion + The Books on the shelves + Are just as much persons + As we are, ourselves. + + When you are older, + You'll find this is true; + You'd better be careful + To make Books like you! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Honesty] + + + + +_HONESTY_ + + + The boy who plays at marbles and doesn't try to cheat, + Who always keeps his temper, no matter if he's beat, + Is sure to be a favorite with all upon the street. + + The girl who counts her hundreds very fairly, when she's "it" + Who doesn't peep or listen, nor turn around a bit, + I'm sure she's not a Goop, in fact, she's quite the opposite! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "Why?"] + + + + +"_WHY?_" + + + Josephus never yet was heard + To say but just one single word! + When father said to go to bed, + Then "_Why?_" was all Josephus said. + When mother bade him stop his play, + Then "_Why?_" Josephus used to say. + He always made the same reply. + 'Twas never anything but "WHY?" + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Bed-Time] + + + + +_BED-TIME_ + + + The night is different from the day-- + It's darker in the night; + How can you ever hope to play + When it's no longer light? + + When bed-time comes, it's time for you + To stop, for when you're yawning, + You should be dreaming what you'll do + When it's to-morrow morning. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Modesty] + + + + +_MODESTY_ + + + The proper time for you to show + Whatever little tricks you know + Is when grown people ask you to; + _Then_ you may show what you can do! + But sometimes mother's head will ache + With all the jolly noise you make, + And sometimes other people, too, + Can't spend the time to play with you! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Disfiguration] + + + + +_DISFIGURATION_ + + Have you ever seen the scrawls + On the fences and the walls, + All the horrid little pictures and the horrid little names? + Don't you think it is a shame? + Are the Goops the ones to blame? + Did you ever catch them playing at their horrid little games? + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Bravery] + + + + +_BRAVERY_ + + + It's terrible brave + To try to save + A girl on a runaway horse; + You could do that, of course! + But think of trying + To keep from crying, + When you're hungry and tired and cross-- + You couldn't do _that_, of course! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Tidiness] + + + + +_TIDINESS_ + + + Little scraps of paper, + Little crumbs of food, + Make a room untidy, + Everywhere they're strewed. + + Do you sharpen pencils, + Ever, on the floor? + What becomes of orange-peels + And your apple-core? + + Can you blame your mother + If she looks severe. + When she says, "It looks to me + As if the Goops were here"? + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Patience] + + + + +_PATIENCE_ + + + The clock will go slow + If you watch it, you know; + You must work right along and forget it. + So study your best + Till it's time for a rest, + The clock will go fast, if you let it! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Fortitude] + + + + +_FORTITUDE_ + + + When you have been a naughty child, + Or taken more than was your share, + When you've been sulky, cross or wild, + You must not say, "Oh, I don't care!" + + But when you hate to see it rain, + And when it's time to comb your hair, + And when you have a little pain, + _Then_ you can say, "Oh, I don't care!" + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: George Adolphus] + + + + +_GEORGE ADOLPHUS_ + + + Oh, think what George Adolphus did! + The children point and stare. + He went where mother had forbid, + And said he "_didn't care!_" + + Oh, think what George Adolphus did! + He made his mother cry! + The children whoop "You are a Goop! + Fie! George Adolphus, fie!" + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Politeness] + + + + +_POLITENESS_ + + + I think it would be lots of fun + To be polite to every one; + A boy would doff his little hat, + A girl would curtsey, just like that! + + And both would use such words as these: + "_Excuse me, Sir_," and "_If you please_;" + Not only just at home, you know, + But everywhere that they should go. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Gentleness] + + + + +_GENTLENESS_ + + + When you are playing with the girls, + You must not pull their pretty curls; + If you are gentle when you play, + You will be glad of it some day. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Hospitality] + + + + +_HOSPITALITY_ + + + When a person visits you, remember he's your guest, + Receive him very kindly, and be sure he has the best; + Make him very comfortable and show him all your toys, + And only play the games you're very sure that he enjoys. + + When you pay a visit, never grumble or complain, + Try to be so affable they'll want you there again; + Don't forget the older ones, your hostess least of all, + When you're leaving tell her you have had a pleasant call! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Pets] + + + + +_PETS_ + + + Almost every Goop forgets + When it's time to feed his pets, + 'Cause his memory fails; + + Listen to his wails! + He is often scratched or bitten + By the puppy or the kitten, + 'Cause he pulls their tails! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Remember] + + + + +_REMEMBER_ + + + Remember not to suck your thumb; + Remember not to slam the door; + Remember when the callers come + To take your toys from off the floor. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Curiosity] + + + + +_CURIOSITY_ + + + I think that it would help you much + If you'd remember _not to touch_. + The Goops do this, and they do more, + They peep and listen at the door! + They open bottles of cologne, + And feel of parcels not their own! + But there are many stupid folks + Who do not care for children's jokes. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Willy] + + + + +_WILLY_ + + + Willy broke the window-pane. + Willy spilled the ink, + Willy left the water-pipe + Running in the sink! + + Did his mother punish him? + No! I'll tell you why. + Willy, he owned up to it, + And didn't tell a lie! + + Willy told his mother + Before she found it out + _He_ said: "I am so sorry!" + _She_ said "I have no doubt!" + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Clothes] + + + + +_CLOTHES_ + + + When you are playing in the dirt, + You should wear clothes you cannot hurt; + It will not matter, when they're worn, + If they are just a _little_ torn. + + But when you're really nicely dressed, + Be careful of your Sunday Best! + You must not crawl upon your knees; + Be careful of your elbows, please! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Helpfulness] + + + + +_HELPFULNESS_ + + + I never knew a Goop to help his mother, + I never knew a Goop to help his dad, + And they never do a thing for one another; + They are actually, absolutely bad! + + If you ask a Goop to go and post a letter, + Or to run upon an errand, _how_ they act! + But somehow I imagine you are better, + And you _try_ to go, and _cry_ to go, in fact! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Quietness] + + + + +_QUIETNESS_ + + + Hush! for your father is reading. + Hush! for your mother is ill. + Hush! for the baby + Is sleeping, and may be + He'll catch a nice dream if you're still. + Kiss me, and promise you will! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Order] + + + + +_ORDER_ + + + Make your soldiers march away, + When you're finished with your play. + Lead them to the barrack-box, + Make them carry all your blocks. + Teach your doll to go to bed, + Not to lie about instead; + Tell her she must clear away + Everything she's used to-day. + All your playthings and your toys + Must be trained like girls and boys! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Teasing] + + + + + +_TEASING_ + + + Tease to linger longer when your mother bids you go; + Tease to have a penny when your father answers, "No!" + Tease to have a story when your uncle doesn't please; + That's the way to be a Goop--_tease, tease, tease!_ + + Hint about the carriage when there's only room for three; + Hint about the toys you like and every doll you see; + Hint about the candy, say you're fond of peppermint; + That's the way to be a Goop--_hint, hint, hint!_ + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Interruption] + + + + +_INTERRUPTION_ + + + Don't interrupt your father when he's telling funny jokes; + Don't interrupt your mother when she's entertaining folks; + Don't interrupt the visitors when they have come to call,-- + In fact, it's generally wiser not to interrupt at all. + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Cry-Baby] + + + + +_CRY-BABY_ + + + I'm sure that I would rather die + Than have my playmates see me cry; + It twists your face + And knots your forehead, + And makes you look all cross and horrid; + And every one who sees you cries + "What _is_ the matter with your eyes?" + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Caution] + + + + +_CAUTION_ + + + When you travel in the street, + Are you cautious and discreet? + Do you look about for horses + When your little brother crosses? + Do you go the shortest way, + Never stopping once to play? + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Tardiness] + + + + +_TARDINESS_ + + + Goodness gracious sakes alive! + Mother said, "Come home at five!" + Now the clock is striking six, + I am in a norful fix! + She will think I can't be trusted, + And she'll say that she's disgusted! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Obedience] + + + + +_OBEDIENCE_ + + + The Goops are very hard to kill, + So they hang out the Window-sill; + Down the Banisters they slide-- + _I_ could do it if I tried; + But when Mother tells me "don't," + Then, of course I really won't! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Church Headaches (top)] + + + + +_CHURCH HEADACHES_ + + + When 'tis time to go to church + Do you ever have a chill? + When 'tis time to go to school, + Do you fancy you are ill? + Oh, be very cautious, please, + I can tell by signs like these + You have got the Goop Disease! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Perseverance] + + + + +_PERSEVERANCE_ + + + Tony started bright and early, clearing up his room, + Soon he found he had to stop and make a little broom; + +[Illustration] + + So then he went into the yard to get a little stick, + But the garden needed weeding, so he set about it, quick! + +[Illustration] + + Then he found his wagon he intended to repair, + So he went into the cellar for the hammer that was there; + +[Illustration] + + He'd just begun to build a box, when it was time for dinner; + And that's why Tony's father called his son a "_good beginner_." + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Doll-Time] + + + + +_DOLL-TIME_ + + + Spring's the time for marbles + And Fall's the time for tops, + But boys don't know, they only go + By seeing them in shops! + + They like a sled in Winter, + In Summer 'tis a kite; + But dolls are found the whole year round + And every day and night! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Combing & Curling] + + + + +_COMBING & CURLING_ + + + _When your mother combs your hair,_ + _Here's a rhyme for you to say:_ + _If you try it, I declare,_ + _It will take the snarls away!_ + + In the ocean of my hair, + Many little waves are there; + Make the comb, a little boat, + Over all the billows float; + Sail the rough and tangled tide + Till it's smooth on every side, + Till, like other little girls, + I've a sea of wavy curls! + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Cheerfulness] + + + + +_CHEERFULNESS_ + + + Now the book, is finished + (It's too long by half, + Mere didactic chaff), + One more rule won't hurt you: + When you practise Virtue, + Do it with a laugh! + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Goops and How to Be Them, by Gelett Burgess + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36743.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36743.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3c007bb1282eb0d288dfa67a93ef70e00781d467 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36743.txt @@ -0,0 +1,274 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + THE + CHILD'S BOOK + ABOUT + MOSES. + + [Illustration] + + CONCORD, N.H. + RUFUS MERRILL AND CO. + 1843. + + + + +The Alphabet. + + + A B C D E F G + + H I J K L M N + + O P Q R S T U + + V W X Y Z + + + a b c d e f g + + h i j k l m n + + o p q r s t u + + v w x y z + + + + +MOSES. + + +Moses was born in the year of the world 2433. His parents lived in +Egypt. Before his birth, Pharaoh, king of Egypt, being fearful of +their increase, had given orders to have every male infant of the +Hebrews murdered. The father and mother of Moses were Hebrews, and, +like other parents, they loved their child too much to have him +injured. Besides, they thought they saw something very promising in +his appearance, as if he would make a great and good man, if he were +rightly trained: they therefore kept him hid three months. + +When they could hide him no longer, his mother, Jochebed, made an ark +or chest of bulrushes, and having pitched it that it might be water +proof, she put Moses into it, and laid it near the banks of the river +Nile, and prayed to God for the safety of her child. + +He had not lain long in this condition, when Pharaoh's daughter, coming +to wash, observed the ark, and directed one of her maids to fetch it; +and opening it, she found the child. She was struck with the beauty of +the babe, and was affected at its weeping; for the poor child cried, +being separated from its mother: supposing it to be one of the Hebrews' +children, the princess resolved to bring it up as a child of her own. + +[Illustration] + +Miriam, the sister of Moses, then about ten or twelve years of age, +who waited near by, asked Pharaoh's daughter if she might not find a +nurse for her, and being allowed to do it, she called Jochebed, the +child's mother. Thus her prayer was answered, and she had the care of +the child besides. + +He was named _Moses_, which signifies being taken out of the water. He +was educated in all the learning of the Egyptians, and was treated in +all respects as if he were the son of the princess. + +After he became of age, while walking forth one day, he observed with +indignation the oppression of his brethren; and seeing an Egyptian +smiting a Hebrew, he became so excited, that he interfered, and killed +the Egyptian. Fearful of the consequences of this rash act, he fled +into the land of Midian, where he became a shepherd. + +As Moses led his flocks one day near to the north or west side of Mount +Sinai, the Lord appeared to him in a bush, burning but not consumed. +Moses was astonished at the sight, and went near to see the miracle. + +[Illustration] + +And the Lord spoke to him out of the bush, and told him to put off his +shoes before he came any nearer, as the spot was sacred on account of +the presence of God. We should never go into the presence of God, or +engage in his worship, without being solemn and attentive. + +God then declared himself to Moses to be the God of Abraham, Isaac, +and Jacob, and told him that, on account of the promise he had made, +and in view of what his oppressed people suffered from the cruel +Egyptians, he now intended to deliver them, and bring them into +Canaan, and would make Moses the instrument of this. + +The Hebrews, at the command of God, and under the direction of Moses, +left Egypt at last in great haste, and took their journey to the +south-east. Pharaoh and his people were soon sorry that they had +consented to let them go, and followed with a great army to bring +them back, and nearly overtook them on the west side of the Red Sea. + +[Illustration] + +The Hebrews were now afraid of the Egyptians, and not believing in God +as they should have done, they exclaimed against Moses for bringing +them out of Egypt. Moses prayed to the Lord for deliverance. That part +of the Red Sea where they now were, was not many miles broad. God told +Moses to stretch his rod over it. He did so, and God caused the waters +to be separated, so that a passage was made for the Hebrews through +the sea, and they arrived safe upon the other side. + +[Illustration] + +Pharaoh and the Egyptians, being resolved to overtake the Hebrews, if +possible, and carry them back to Egypt, pursued after them into the +passage which the Lord had made for the Hebrews in the sea. But God +knew how to preserve his people from these wicked and cruel Egyptians. +He caused them to meet with difficulties in the passage, and made the +way dark unto them. And when the Hebrews were all over, and the +Egyptians in the channel, God directed Moses to stretch his rod +towards the sea; and being moved by a strong wind which the Lord sent, +the waters of the sea suddenly returned to their former place, and +drowned the whole of them. + +[Illustration] + +In order to direct them on their way through the wilderness, God caused +a pillar of a cloud, or a cloud in the form of a pillar or column, +extending upwards toward heaven, to hover over the camp or tents of the +Hebrews. In the day-time it appeared as mist, and protected them from +the scorching sun. In the night, it seemed a pillar of fire, and gave +them light. When they encamped, it hovered above them over the +tabernacle; when they marched, it went before them. Forty years it +attended them, until they had arrived at the promised land. + +[Illustration] + +On the east side of the sea, Moses and the men, and Miriam and the +women of the Hebrews, sung a song of praise to God for their +miraculous deliverance.--We ought to thank God when he delivers us +from evil, and be afraid to sin against him as the Egyptians did. + +[Illustration] + +At Kadesh, the Hebrews murmured because there was no water for them +and their cattle. And Moses and Aaron his brother looked unto the +Lord to know what they should do. And he directed Moses unto a rock +which was there, to smite it with his rod, and it should give forth +water. And Moses did so, and water came out, and the people drank +thereof, and their cattle also. + +The tabernacle, which was built for the worship of God in the +wilderness, was finished, and Moses, at the command of God, +consecrated Aaron and his sons to the office of priests, and dedicated +the tabernacle with all its vessels. It was the business of the +priests to take the oversight of the tabernacle and all the furniture; +they slew, burnt, and poured out the blood of the sacrifices; they put +the shew-bread on the golden table; they offered the incense; they +blew the silver trumpets; they supplied with oil, and lighted and +snuffed the sacred lamps, and took down and set up the tabernacle. + +[Illustration] + +Korah, Dathan, and Abiram, and other chiefs of the congregation, +envying the authority of Moses and Aaron, formed a party against them. +They haughtily upbraided Moses and Aaron as taking too much upon them. +Moses replied that they were too arrogant to find fault with what God +had ordered, and that the next day the Lord would show whom he +allowed to officiate in the high priesthood. He advised Korah with his +associates to appear with their censers full of incense to stand the +trial. They did so, and put sacred fire into their censers. God +ordered Moses and Aaron to separate themselves from them, that he +might destroy them instantly. They did so; and the Lord caused the +earth to open and swallow up alive Korah, Dathan, Abiram, and all +their families. Thus were these wicked men, and those who adhered to +them, destroyed for their arrogance and impiety. + +[Illustration] + +In the eleventh month of the fortieth year after the coming out of +Egypt, Moses made a long discourse to the people, exhorting them to be +faithful in the service of God, and warning them of the judgments +which would be sent upon them if they departed from him. + +At the beginning of the twelfth month, Moses ascended Mount Nebo, +where he obtained a view of the land of Canaan. And there Moses the +servant of the Lord died; and the children of Israel wept for Moses in +the plain of Moab thirty days.--May we be good and faithful like this +great man. Then not only our friends, but God will love us, and when +we die, he will take us home to glory. + + + + + NEW AND AMUSING + TOYS, + Published by RUFUS MERRILL & CO. + CONCORD, N. H. + + +Series No. 2, or two cent Toys, containing 12 Nos. as follows, viz. + + No. 1, History of Beasts. + + 2, Description of Various Nations. + + 3, History of Animals. + + 4, The Child's Book about Moses. + + 5, My little Song Book. + + 6, Nursery Rhymes. + + 7, History of Birds. + + 8, The Child's Book about Birds. + + 9, The Sailor Boy. + + 10, The Child's Book about Whales. + + 11, History of the Bible. + + 12, Life of Joseph. + +R. M. & Co. also publish =Webster's First Book, or the Elementary +Primer=, being an Introduction to the Spelling Book. By Noah Webster. +Price 6 cents single. + +They have also in press a Series of No. 1, or one cent Toys, containing +12 Nos. of amusing and instructive matter for the young Child; also a +series of No. 4, or six cent Toys, on the Natural History of Birds, +Beasts, Reptiles, and Plants, and the Character of different Nations. To +be illustrated with engravings, and executed in beautiful style. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Punctuation errors have been corrected. + + * Text enclosed between equal signs was in bold face in the + original (=bold=). + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Child's Book About Moses, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36870.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36870.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b10016dd8e45b2861d29036a6e30b7f277118da2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36870.txt @@ -0,0 +1,334 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Constanze Hofmann and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + +COTTON, +ITS PROGRESS FROM THE +FIELD TO THE NEEDLE: + +BEING A BRIEF SKETCH OF +THE CULTURE OF THE PLANT, +ITS PICKING, CLEANING, PACKING, SHIPMENT, +AND MANUFACTURE. + +[Illustration] + +NEW YORK: +PUBLISHED BY ROBERT LOGAN & CO., +51 DEY-STREET. + +1855. + + +OLIVER & BROTHER, STEAM PRINTERS, +No. 32 Beckman-Street, New-York. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +Among the utilitarian gifts of nature and art we know of none in more +general use, or of greater practical value, than sewing-cotton. The +taste which turns into graceful shapes the products of the loom, the +executive skill which converts them into convenient and elegant apparel, +would be powerless without this simple accessory. It is the food of the +needle, and might almost be called the thread of life to thousands of +the gentler sex. Yet as it passes through the delicate fingers of +mothers, wives, and daughters, ministering to so many wants, and +creating so many beautiful superfluities, little thought is bestowed +upon the labor, the care, the dexterity, and the scientific ability +required in producing the article. The cultivation of the raw material, +the processes of picking, ginning, packing, shipping, combing, spinning, +and twisting, are among the most interesting operations in the whole +range of agriculture and manufactures; and we think the ladies, for +whose especial convenience such a vast amount of industry, skill, and +talent is employed, will not be unwilling to trace with us in a familiar +way the progress of this great domestic staple from the field to the +needle. + +We therefore claim their attention to the following short treatise, from +which, without being fatigued by dry details, they may derive a +tolerably accurate idea of what capital, labor, and science have done to +bring to its present perfection the simple article of sewing-cotton. + + + + +CULTIVATION OF THE COTTON PLANT. + + +The cotton-planting season in all the Southern States commences in +April. The seed is sown in drills, a negro girl following the light +plough which makes the furrow, and throwing the seed into the shallow +trench as she moves along. A harrow follows to cover up the deposits, +and the work of "planting" is completed. About two and a half bushels of +seed are required for an acre of ground. + +[Illustration] + +In a week or ten days the cotton is "up," when a small plough is run +along the drills, throwing the earth _from_ the tender plants. The next +process is "scraping;" in other words, thinning out and earthing up the +plants, so as to leave each in the centre of a little hill, some two +feet distant from its nearest neighbors. The dexterity and accuracy with +which this feat is accomplished are wonderful; and there are few +spectacles more animated and picturesque than that of a hundred active +field-hands flourishing their bright hoes among the young vegetation, +each striving to outstrip the others in "hoeing out his row." Several +ploughings and hoeings intervene between the first of May and the last +of June. + +In July the cotton fields burst into bloom, _creaming_ the landscape +with a sea of blossoms, the flower being very nearly of the same tint as +the ultimate product in its unbleached state. The new beauty thus +imparted to the scenery is, however, ephemeral. The blossoms unfold in +the night, are in their full glory in the morning, and by noon have +begun to fade. On the following day their cream-color has changed to a +dull red, and before sunset the petals have fallen, leaving inclosed in +the calyx the germ or "form" of the filamental fruit. + +The cotton plant, in its progress towards maturity, is liable to the +assaults of as many enemies as the young crocodile on the banks of the +Nile; but among them all, the "army-worm" is the most destructive. This +worm is produced from the eggs of a chocolate-colored moth of +particularly harmless and demure appearance; but its name is legion, its +ravages terrific. No one who has beheld an invasion of these +caterpillars can ever forget it. Deep trenches are dug to arrest their +progress, but these are soon filled up by the accumulating myriads; and +onward move the living destroyers over the bodies of the buried masses. +Huge logs are drawn through the trenches by yokes of oxen, and the +multitudinous swarms crushed to a paste, of which the effluvium taints +the air for miles; but still the incursion, if checked, is not arrested. +When the planter sees the army-worm in his fields, he is ready to give +up his crop in despair. + +By the middle of July the "bolls" or "forms" begin to open; and the +cotton fields, when viewed from a short distance, present the appearance +of being covered with ridges of white surf. Toward the close of the +month the _picking_ season commences, and is continued without +intermission until the Christmas holidays. Each field-hand is supplied +with a basket and a bag. The basket is placed at the end of the cotton +row, and the bag, as fast as filled, is emptied into it. It is a +pleasant sight, on "the old plantation," to see the pickers returning at +nightfall from their work, with their well-filled baskets picturesquely +poised upon their woolly heads. Falling into line with the stoutest in +the van, they move along through the twilight, too tired to talk or +sing, anxious only to deposit their store in the packing-house, and +retire to their "quarters" to rest. A first-rate hand will pick from +three hundred to three hundred and fifty pounds of cotton per day. + +[Illustration] + +The next process is the "ginning," or separation of the cotton from the +seeds. The invention of the cotton-gin by Eli Whitney, a New England +youth, in 1793, marked a new epoch in the cotton trade, and at once more +than quadrupled the value of the article as a national staple. Arkwright +had already introduced the spinning-frame, and through the genial +influence of these two great inventions, a pound of cotton, formerly +spun tediously by hand into a thread of five hundred feet, was +lengthened into a filament of _one hundred and fifty miles_; and the +value of our cotton exports was increased in sixty years from fifty +thousand to one hundred and twelve millions of dollars! + +[Illustration: PACKING PRESS.] + +After the "ginning" comes the "baling" of the cotton, which ends the +labor bestowed upon it on the plantation. In this process powerful +screw-presses are employed. The cotton is inclosed in Kentucky bagging, +and the contents of each bale are compressed by the screw almost to the +solidity of stone. The cotton is now ready for market. + +[Illustration] + +Toward the close of the packing season there are jolly times on the +plantation. Fox-hunting and racing are the order of the day. The +Southern planter, like the "fine old English gentleman," opens house to +all, and all goes "merry as a marriage bell." Sambo rubs up his old +musket, and is out after the ducks, while Dinah's shining face wears an +extra gloss in anticipation of the holidays. Throughout the holidays +there is high festival in the negro quarters. "The shovel and the hoe" +are laid down, and the fiddle is continually going. So ends the cotton +season. + + + + +Shipment on the Mississippi. + + +The cotton, being packed, is to be sent to market. For this purpose it +is "hauled," generally by oxen, to the nearest landing on the river, +where the bales are rolled down the banks and stowed on board freight +boats bound to New Orleans or Mobile. This process is technically called +"bumping." There are certain plantations famous for the tenacious and +beautiful quality of their cotton, from which the supplies for DICK & +SONS' celebrated sewing-cotton mills at Glasgow are principally derived. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Delivery and Re-shipment at New Orleans. + + +[Illustration] + +It would be difficult to describe the scene of bustle and seeming +confusion presented by the levee at New Orleans when the bulk of the new +crop begins to come in. The songs and clamor of the negro stevedores, at +work in the holds and on the decks of the vessels; the sharp +authoritative expletives of the overseers and masters; the eager +conversations of the merchants, and the preternatural activity into +which the occasion seems to have spurred all the energies of Southern +life, are to Northern ears and eyes at once amusing and confounding. But +order reigns amidst this seeming chaos. The Mississippi boats are +rapidly relieved of their bulky cargoes, and the cotton is warehoused or +re-shipped, as the case may be, with marvellous celerity. Generally the +shipments for the Clyde Mills, Glasgow, are among the first of the +season; and the primest article in the market is always selected for +DICK & SONS by the New Orleans agents of the firm. + +[Illustration: DICK & SONS' CLYDE THREAD-MILLS.] + + + + +Arrival at Glasgow. + + +The view of the CLYDE THREAD-MILLS, furnished by our engraver from +accurate drawings taken on the spot, affords a very good idea of the +extensive manufactory of DICK & SONS, from which this country is now +supplied with the most perfect, even, and tenacious sewing-cotton made +in the world. The cotton for the mills, after having been unloaded and +inspected by the revenue officers, is conveyed at once to the mills, +where there is an immense amount of warehouse room for the raw material, +independent of the space devoted to machinery and the storage of the +manufactured article. Of the latter, however, there is never a large +accumulation, the active and ever-increasing demand taxing to the utmost +the facilities of production, great as they are. + + + + +The Manufacturing, &c. + + +A full description of the processes of scutching, carding, spinning, +twisting, bleaching, and spooling, through all of which the cotton +passes before it is packed for exportation in the form of thread, would +require more space than we can devote to them in this treatise, and, +moreover, would be rather dry reading for the ladies, for whose +information and amusement this little publication is intended. It is +sufficient to say, that all the latest improvements in machinery, in +each of the above branches, have been introduced at the Clyde Works; and +that as regards the perfection of their mechanical facilities, as well +as in point of capacity, they have no rivals in the United Kingdom. + + + + +Manufactured Article in New York. + + +The consignments of DICK & SONS' spool-cotton to this city are on a +scale of magnitude which those who have never reflected upon the immense +and universal consumption of the article would scarcely believe. The +bulk of the importations is received by the Collins' line of steamers, +and delivered at the Collins' wharf, whence it is conveyed to the New +York agency of the firm, 51 DEY-STREET. To the trade it is unnecessary +to say, that DICK & SONS' _six-cord spool-cotton_ is the best in the +market; and ladies generally are aware that in strength, uniformity of +thickness, and closeness of fibre, it is superior to any other +sewing-thread in use. + +[Illustration] + +Mr. Dick, senior, has probably had more experience as a manufacturer of +the article than any other man living. Prior to commencing business on +his own account he had been for nearly thirty years the manager of a +factory celebrated for producing a superior description of +sewing-cotton, also well known in the United States. Hence the cotton of +DICK & SONS came into the market with a ready-made popularity. The name +of Mr. DICK was a guarantee of its excellence, and a large demand for +it spontaneously sprang up in the United States, Canada, the West +Indies, and the British possessions in India, and throughout the world. + +[Illustration] + +Infinite pains are taken to retain for the article the celebrity it has +acquired. Every spool is inspected before it leaves the factory at +Glasgow, so that no defective specimens can possibly reach the hands of +consumers. + + + + +CONCLUSION. + + +The history of the culture of cotton, and of its application to the uses +of man, forms an almost romantic episode in the annals of agriculture, +commerce, and manufactures. We have already mentioned the extraordinary +impetus given to its production, sale, and use by the introduction of +Whitney's saw-gin, for separating the seeds from the wool, in the years +1793 and 1794. Since that time the progress of the demand and +consumption has been no less wonderful. + +In 1794 the export rose from 187,000 lbs., the sum total for the +previous year, to 1,601,760 lbs. The next year it was over 6,000,000 +lbs. In 1800 it had advanced to about 18,000,000 lbs., and in 1810 to +upwards of 93,000,000 lbs. The last returns before us are for 1852, when +the export of the short staple variety alone exceeded one thousand one +hundred millions of pounds! To this aggregate we suppose about one +hundred millions of pounds may be added for the sea-island and other +long-fibred cottons. + +It may well be doubted whether among all the fabrics into which this +enormous amount of raw material is converted there is one more valuable +than sewing-cotton. We think if the question were put to the ladies +to-morrow, whether the textile fabrics produced from cotton, or cotton +sewing-thread, were the most indispensable to their comfort and +convenience, every thimbled hand would be held up in favor of the +latter. Sewing-silk is too expensive for ordinary exigencies, and linen +thread cannot be spun of the same smooth and even fibre as cotton +thread; and besides, being liable to knot and twist, is apt to cut the +lighter and more fragile products of the loom. Abolish sewing-cotton, +and you abolish muslin embroidery and innumerable delicate and +fairy-like embellishments of female loveliness, which taste and fashion +have endorsed. + +Every lady is by habit a connoisseur in the article. She examines the +spools with a critical eye; she tries the strength of the thread; she +passes it through her fingers to test its evenness and compactness, and +when seated at her work, detects in a moment any defects which may have +been overlooked by the manufacturer. + +To this ordeal the six-cord cotton-thread of DICK & SONS is cheerfully +submitted. It challenges inspection and comparison. There is little +necessity, however, for an appeal to the ladies in relation to its good +qualities, for they have them already at their fingers' ends. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36925.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36925.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5711f9a323f19f27ca844f41e635bea125374299 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36925.txt @@ -0,0 +1,527 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + + INDIAN AND + OTHER TALES + + + + +By M. L. HOPE + + + + +Toronto + +William Briggs + +1911 + + + + +Copyright, Canada, 1911, + +By M. L. Hope. + + + + +{5} + + INDIAN AND OTHER TALES + + + O beautiful wind of the West, + In your wand'rings o'er land and sea, + What have you seen in your quest? + Come, tell your story to me. + + In the isles of the southern seas, + Where the crystal-clear ocean a melody sang + To the beautiful kauri trees, + I wandered the summer day through, + In the forest's dappled shade, + Where the graceful fern-tree bowed its head + To woo the Maori maid. + A nymph of the woods was she + In her kiwi mantle brown; + And the fern-tree wooed her with tender grace + From dawn till the sun went down; + But a Maori chieftain came + In the glory of life's young morn, + And the maiden forsook her mystic love, + Leaving it sad and forlorn. + But the tui-bird saw its grief, + And in loving sympathy + Built her beautiful, woven nest + In the heart of the lonely tree. + +{6} + + And when its liquid notes echoed the woodland through, + The fern-tree lifted its drooping head + And was fresh as the morning dew; + So I left them in their joy--the youth and his fairy bride, + The tree with its nest of callow birds-- + And I crossed the ocean tide. + + In the early morn I came to a land where the orchards were white + With their wealth of apple blossoms, and bathed in the spring sunlight; + There I found a winding road with banks where the wild-flowers grew, + And through a vista of blossoming trees the sea came into view, + As it sparkled in the sun and kissed the golden shore, + Then laughed aloud in its mirth and ran back to the sea once more. + + And again I wandered on, until in the twilight dim + I came where the scent of the wattle seemed the incense to Nature's hymn, + For a brooding peace lay o'er land and sea + As I sank to rest in a blue gum-tree, + And when I awoke in the dawn, the dew lay on vineyards green, + +{7} + + Where they nestled in valleys of red-hued loam; + And a river whose fount was a cascade clear, + Which burst from the brow of a mountain near, + Wended its way through the verdant land, + Till it reached at last the ocean strand, + Where it lost itself in the waters deep, + And only the mermaids saw it leap + With joy, as it reached the Garden of Sleep. + + And still I wandered on until I came to tropical seas, + Where the odors of spices were wafted afar by every passing breeze; + And in the pearly light of the coming day + I saw the feathery bamboo groves, where the elephant loves to stray; + I heard his mighty trump, as he waked from his dream, + And the sound of women's voices as they wended their way to the stream; + A laughing, chattering throng, they passed me on their way + To bathe in the limpid waters, ere the sun held his sovereign sway. + I followed a Purple Emperor to the cinnamon gardens near, + Then chased a laughing rickshaw boy, and whispered in his ear; + What the secret was I may not tell, + But the rickshaw boy seemed to know it well. + +{8} + + Then I left behind me this island fair, + With its wondrous charm and fragrant air, + And ere night had fallen had crossed the sea, + And come to the land of the banyan tree, + Where nature is wrapped in mystery deep, + And the gods in the cups of the Lotus-flower sleep; + And even my spirit felt its spell, + For I scarcely breathed as the twilight fell; + And when o'er the palm-trees and temples fair + The crescent moon hung in the evening air, + And from shadowy doorways and wayside shrines near + The chant of the Koran fell on my ear; + Still more did its mystery my spirit fill, + For I felt that I only could breathe and be still. + + And so on to the Isles of the West I roam, + Which the hearts of the exiles ever call home; + And I think that the primrose and hare-bells blue + Are emblems of hearts that are ever true, + And the shamrock doth also with elfin grace + Claim for itself in my heart a place; + So I whisper them each that no fairer land + Have I found in my wanderings from strand to strand; + They each have their charm and magic spell, + And loving hearts in each one doth dwell. + + ---------- + +{9} + + It was night and the tired villagers were wrapped in sleep; + Only within her lonely hut did a mother her vigil keep. + All day she had toiled and labored, carrying bricks and stone, + While her child lay sick with fever, and uttered his weary moan. + Oft she had paused in her work, and in soft, caressing tone + Had soothed his plaintive crying, then gone back to her work alone, + And now, though tired and weary, and heavy her eyes with sleep, + She sat and nursed her baby with a mother love true and deep; + And when with a last little cry he turned in her arms and was still, + She knew that no more would his baby love the place in her + hard life fill. + She was only a coolie mother, but her heart was heavy with pain, + For she knew that she never would clasp her child in her + lonely arms again. + What had mattered the daily toil in the heat of the burning sun, + When she knew that she had her little one to caress when + the day was done? + To you he was only a coolie child with his baby limbs dimpled and bare, + But now he is one of those favored ones who are safe in + their Saviour's care. + + ---------- + +{10} + + The highway was hot and dusty, oppressive the air; + The sun on the tired bullocks beat down with pitiless glare. + Mere living skeletons were they, their worn-out hides scarce covering + their aching bones; + Hunger and thirst were their daily lot, while many a cruel blow + Forced them to drag their heavy load, though weary their gait and slow; + The look in their eyes was pitiful, so full of helpless pain, + While ever the cruel driver showered his blows like rain. + + Have ye no heart, ye men of the East, that ye treat dumb creatures so? + Does it help you to bear your own weary lot to add to their tale of woe? + Bruised and maim, half-blind, and halt, you drive them until they drop! + Oh, had I the power I would wield it, such cruelty to stop; + When I see you prod them with pointed stick, my soul cries in + answering pain; + Oh, why will you treat your oxen so, and give to your land this stain? + + ---------- + +{11} + + Tired out with the heat and the burden of day, + And the miles I have walked 'neath the sun's fierce ray, + I think with delight of the bungalow dim, + And how I shall fill my long glass to the brim; + But when I arrive all is empty and bare, + The khansamah has gone to his evening prayer. + + I think I will rest on the charpoi awhile, + But the mosquitoes turn out in most welcoming style; + I then in despair do betake me outside, + Still to find I am helpless to stem their fierce tide. + But wait, there's still balm for my weary soul-- + I take out my pipe and fill up the bowl, + And for a few moments I have a respite, + But, oh, I'd be glad of my supper to-night. + + But presently cometh mine host of the inn, + And soon from the murghi's there issues a din, + The heartless khansamah he cares not a jot, + The dechie is here, but the murghi is not. + And though it is tough, and not cooked with great care, + I am not in a mood to complain of my fare. + + You may think that travelling hath its delights, + But wait till you've spent a few weary nights + In a dak-bungalow, empty and bare, + With no punka coolie to answer your prayer, + Then I'm sure you'll agree that a pleasanter lot + Is to live in a place where dak-bungalows are not. + + ---------- + +{12} + + Again a dak-bungalow is the theme of my lay, + But now it is cool, and the close of the day + Finds me seated outside in my long-armed chair, + My report to the Burra Sahib now to prepare, + But, oh, ye great gods, what a discordant din + Doth break on the peace and contentment within! + A horde of wild monkeys the compound invade, + Of every color and age and grade. + + A venerable sage cometh close to my chair + As though he intended my labors to share. + But his better-half thinks she has by far the best right + To my paper and pens, should I guard them less tight; + So she sends him off flying with a howl of pain, + Then comes back and watches my efforts again; + Meanwhile, the rest of the tribe chatter and grin, + Until I think I am being turned outside in. + + Oh, where are my dreams of peace and delight-- + A peg and a smoke in the cool of the night? + Their noise and their chatter drive all peace away, + And make we feel minded those monkeys to slay; + But when I start up and with a stone take a shot, + The compound is bare, and the monkeys have got; + They have vanished away like the mist in the sun; + And, well, after all, they were only in fun. + + ---------- + +{13} + + It was May in the dear old homeland, + And the woods and valleys green + Were a vision of radiant beauty, + For summer now reigned as queen. + The lark sang high in the heavens, + Filling the air with song, + And the thrush with its liquid melody + Was glad as the day was long. + The brooks through the meadows rippled, + Reflecting the sun's bright ray; + And the whole earth joined in singing + To the summer a welcoming lay. + + May, in an Eastern city, under burning skies, + Where many a weary exile for the dear old homeland cries; + Only those know the longing and pain + Who have spent long years on the sun-dried plain, + Whom days of toil under a pitiless sun + Have robbed of hope ere the race was won. + Those who each year are free to go + To the hills where the cooling breezes blow; + Where they see afar off the snow-clad peaks, + And nature in all her beauty speaks, + Of the weary striving know but the least, + For they see but the bright side of life in the East. + + ---------- + +{14} + + I. + + 'Twas the hush of the early dawn, + Ere nature had wakened from sleep; + The stars still shone in the opal sky, + And deep called unto deep, + "Where is the monarch of day-- + Why tarrieth he so long? + Knoweth he not that his bride, the Morn, + Waiteth to greet him with song?" + + + II. + + And e'en as the clarion cry + Rang out from shore to shore, + The waves from their deep caves leapt + With a mighty roar. + The sea-birds wakened from sleep + And circled the air; + The wild beasts ceased hunting their prey, + And sought their lair. + + + III. + + The mountains caught up the cry + And echoed it afar, + While dim in the East became + The morning star. + +{15} + + The hills and the valleys awoke, + And with joyous strain + The birds of the woodlands broke + Into song again. + + + IV. + + And now the full glory of day + Reigned over earth and sea, + And morn in her mantle fair + Was glad as a bride could be; + For night had faded away; + And the glorious light of the sun + Had filled all her being with joy + And made her and the Sun-king one. + + ---------- + + I. + + O land of sunshine and shadows, + Fair land of the glowing East, + Where many a hope lies buried + In graves we expect the least; + And yet with what power hath thy magic enthralled, + For we long to return when the East hath called. + +{16} + + II. + + What witchery lies in thy moonlight, + With its shadows cut clear and fine, + By the moon which is hung in the heavens + Like a silver lamp in a shrine; + By the stars which shine out in their radiance with a + lustre, undimmed and bright, + The day hath its wealth of beauty, but what can excel the night! + + + III. + + Is there aught can exceed the splendor + Of the lake in the moonlight clear, + When mirrored therein are the stately palms + And the pagoda's fantastic tier. + No sound breaks the exquisite silence but the call of + the white-faced owl, + Or the cry of the distant jackal as he goes on his nightly prowl. + + + IV. + + There flits past a shadowy form, + But no sound is heard on the midnight air; + 'Tis a recluse going to pay his vows in the white-domed temple near, + +{17} + + And when the first blush of dawn doth color the Eastern sky + The watchman calleth the faithful to prayer, + With his solemn mysterious cry. + + + V. + + And now hath the night departed, + With its silence and shadows deep, + And the weary, toiling worker hath waked from his dreamless sleep, + For the sun now reigns in the heavens, filling the world with light, + And with its first beams we say farewell, + Farewell to the dreams of night. + + ---------- + + I. + + "What meaneth this black magic?" the gharri-wallah cried, + When he saw the horseless car go forth with only a man inside, + And he sat and planned what rupees he would reap + When the magic failed or went to sleep. + Double fare, at least, he thought, + He'd demand from those whom his services sought; + But, alas, for his dreams of wealth that day, + The magical car had come to stay. + + +{18} + + II. + + But what of the poor old bhisti's, whose work had been so far + To water with their musick the track of the horseless car? + When they saw the huge water-tank go on its way, + And with showers of water the dust fiend lay; + "This can never last," they wisely cried, + As they sat in a line on the car track side; + "And when it fails it will be our day, + We'll ask for our musicks quite double pay; + Instead of a pice our charge shall be, + An anna at least," and they chuckled with glee; + But they in their turn were doomed to dismay, + For the tank had likewise come to stay. + + So to the Red Road away they hied, + And to water it well is now their pride; + When the sahibs drive there in the cool of the day. + They see them at work in the old-time way. + + ---------- + +{19} + + A little hill-boy was Buncee, a chokra trusty and true; + In the days when I was new to the East + He taught me more than he knew; + "Ghusl munta, sahib," said he; I doubtfully shook my head; + "Ghusl na munta," in scandalized tones, but I knew not what he said. + Then he straightened himself against the wall, and went through + a pantomime show + Of bathing. I smiled and nodded assent; + It was cute of the boy, you know. + + He was eager to save all the pice he could, that when the + season was o'er, + And the sahibs all left and went down to the plains + He would have of rupees a store. + So I became his banker, and locked them away in my case, + And told him he now must be doubly sure to take every care of the place. + I returned one day in the midst of the rains, the inner door was locked, + And when I tried the outer one, I found that it was blocked; + So I forced my way into the room, and there the youngster lay, + Stretched out before the outer door, with never a word to say. + +{20} + + He had lighted the charcoal-burner to air the chill, damp room, + Then lain down to guard the treasure, unheeding the deadly fume. + We carried him out and brought him to, and I tell you I was glad, + For I'd grown attached to the chokra, the true little Indian lad. + + A peon brought me a chit one day; + I said in pretended dismay, + "I have no money to pay this bill, the man can go away;" + "But, sahib," said Buncee quickly, "there are my rupees, you know." + Do you wonder I liked the youngster, or that I valued him so? + And oft in the gloaming I sit and think, and memory backward flies; + For many there be with hearts as true in that land under Eastern skies. + + + + +{21} + + GLOSSARY + + + No. 1. New Zealand, Tasmania, Australia, Ceylon, India. + + Page 1. British Isles. + + Page 7. Khansamah--Head table man. + Charpoi--Native-made bedstead. + Murghi--A chicken. + Dechie--Cooking-pot. + Dak-bungalow--Post-house. + + Page 8. Burra Sahib--Head of a firm. + Compound--Grounds attached to a house or building. + Peg--A whiskey and soda. + + Page 14. Gharri Wallah--Cab driver. + Bhisti--Water-carrier. + Musick--Goatskin of water. + Pice--Equal to a farthing. + Anna--Equal to a penny. + + Page 16. Chokra--Boy. + Ghusl munta--Bath want. + Ghusl na munta--Bath not want. + Peon--Messenger. + Chit--Anything contained in an envelope, usually meaning + a letter. + + + +[Transcriber's note: the above page numbers appear to be incorrect, +e.g., the book's first numbered page is 5. Best guess as to correct +numbers, based on the actual page on which the above words appear: 1, 5 +(above number, actual number); 7, 11; 8, 12; 14, 18; 16, 19.] + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36943.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36943.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a656937608a01d3e49ad2c24faa99e572cdecaa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg36943.txt @@ -0,0 +1,425 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David E. Brown and The Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + OTHER BOOKS + + BY MRS S T RORER + + + MRS RORER'S COOK BOOK + nearly 600 pages of the choicest recipes in every department of + cookery; bound in washable oil-cloth covers, $1.75 + + CANNING AND PRESERVING + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 cents + + HOT WEATHER DISHES + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 cents + + HOME CANDY MAKING + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 cents + + TWENTY QUICK SOUPS + FIFTEEN NEW WAYS FOR OYSTERS + HOW TO USE A CHAFING DISH + COLONIAL RECIPES + SANDWICHES + DAINTIES + Each of the above six volumes is bound in a different colored linen + cloth, beautifully stamped in colors; price 25 cents each + + + ARNOLD AND COMPANY Publishers + PHILADELPHIA + + + + + TWENTY QUICK SOUPS + + + + + TWENTY + QUICK SOUPS + + BY MRS S T RORER + + + PHILADELPHIA + ARNOLD AND COMPANY + + + Copyright 1894 by Mrs S T Rorer + + Printed by + George H Buchanan and Company + Philadelphia + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + +Cream of Asparagus 9 + +Cream of Corn 10 + +Cream of Lettuce 11 + +Cream of Beets 12 + +Tomato Soup 13 + +Clear Tomato with Sago 14 + +Brown Broth 15 + +Cheese Balls 16 + +Bisque of Clam 17 + +Club Clam Soup 18 + +Mock Oyster Soup 19 + +Cucumber Tapioca Soup 21 + +Quick Clear Soup 22 + +A la Royal 24 + +Bisque of Salmon 25 + +Currant Soup 26 + +Chocolate Soup 28 + +Cream of Chestnut Soup 29 + +Pistachio Soup 30 + +Ye Food for ye Gods 31 + +Oatmeal Soup 32 + + + + +CREAM OF ASPARAGUS + +Wash one bundle of asparagus, cut off the tips and throw them into a +pint of boiling water, add a teaspoonful of salt, and simmer gently for +fifteen minutes. Strain them and save the water; to this water add the +remaining part of the bundle, cut into small pieces. Cook fifteen +minutes and press through a colander. Put one quart of milk into a +double boiler; rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter and two +tablespoonfuls of flour. Add a little of the hot milk to this and work +until perfectly smooth, then stir into the milk and cook five minutes. +Heat the asparagus mixture, turn the milk quickly into it, season, add +the asparagus tips, and serve. This cannot be boiled or it will curdle. + + +CREAM OF CORN + +Score each row of grains on six ears of corn; then, with the back of +the knife press it out carefully and throw the cobs into a kettle; cover +with a quart of water, bring to boiling point and strain. Now, add the +scraped corn to the water. Rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter and +one of flour. Stir it into this corn mixture and bring to boiling point, +then add one pint of hot milk; season and serve. + + +CREAM OF LETTUCE + +Wash and pull apart two good-sized heads of lettuce. Throw them into a +hot saucepan, shake over the fire until the lettuce leaves simply melt. +Sprinkle over a teaspoonful of salt, then press through a sieve. Put one +quart of milk in a double boiler. Rub together two tablespoonfuls of +butter and two of flour, add it to the milk and stir until it thickens. +Chop sufficient parsley to make two tablespoonfuls and pound it in a +mortar. Put this in a bowl; mix it with the lettuce that has been +pressed through the sieve. Stir in the milk, then add a half teaspoonful +of beef extract, dissolved in a little of the hot milk; season and +serve. + + +CREAM OF BEETS + +Take four cold, boiled beets and grate them. Dissolve a teaspoonful of +beef extract in one pint of boiling water. Add it to the beets, and when +they reach the boiling point add one pint of hot milk; stir in a +tablespoonful of butter, palatable seasoning of salt, and when it +reaches the boiling point, add tablespoonful of arrow-root dissolved in +two tablespoonfuls of cold water. Bring to boiling point again, and +serve. + + +TOMATO SOUP + +Cut six large tomatoes into small pieces. Put them into a saucepan with +one pint of water, or stock, add tablespoonful of butter, slice of +onion, bay leaf and a sprig of parsley. Cook slowly twenty minutes and +press through a sieve sufficiently fine to remove the seeds. Return this +soup to the fire, add tablespoonful of arrow root moistened in two +tablespoonfuls of cold water, another tablespoonful of butter and a +palatable seasoning of salt and pepper, and serve with squares of +toasted bread. + + +CLEAR TOMATO WITH SAGO + +Put one pint of stewed tomatoe into a saucepan, add slice of onions, bay +leaf and sprig of parsley. Simmer ten minutes. Cover four tablespoonfuls +of pearl sago with a pint of cold water and soak for twenty minutes. +Now, stand this over the back part of the stove until the sago is +perfectly clear, and the water almost boiling hot. Add to the tomatoes +one pint of boiling water and two tablespoonfuls of butter, then press +through a sieve. Return to the fire, add a teaspoonful of salt, half +teaspoonful of pepper and then the sago. Serve at once. This soup may be +varied by adding, instead of the pint of water to the tomatoes, a pint +of stock. + + +BROWN BROTH + +Boil and cut into dice one young carrot, one onion and one potato. Put +two ounces of butter in the frying-pan, throw in the vegetables and stir +carefully until they are a golden brown. Then skim them out and put them +in a saucepan. Cover with one quart of boiling water, add a bay leaf and +simmer gently twenty minutes. Press through a puree sieve, return these +to the kettle, add a teaspoonful of kitchen bouquet and palatable +seasoning of salt and pepper. Serve with cheese balls. + + +CHEESE BALLS + +Put a tablespoonful of butter and a quarter of a cup of water over the +fire to boil. Stir in quickly a quarter of a cup of flour and stir for a +minute. Take from the fire and add one well-beaten egg and two +tablespoonfuls of grated cheese. Drop this mixture into a greased baking +pan, and bake in a quick oven fifteen minutes. The paste should not be +larger than a good sized bean as you drop it on the pan. A very good way +to make them is to put this mixture in a pastry bag and press it through +a plain tube, and cut it off into small balls. + + +BISQUE OF CLAM + +Drain fifty small clams. Bring the liquor to boiling point and skim. +Chop the clams fine, add them to the liquor and cook gently for ten +minutes. Then press through a sieve. Put one quart of milk into a double +boiler; add to it a bay leaf. Rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter +and two of flour, and stir carefully into the milk. Cook slowly until it +thickens. Now, add a teaspoonful of onion juice or grated onion, and +turn in the clam mixture. Stir carefully for a moment, season with salt +and pepper, and serve. + +Remember this must not be boiled after the clam has been added to the +milk. If you have white stock in the house the soup is greatly improved +by having instead one quart of milk, one pint of milk and a pint of +stock. + + +CLUB CLAM SOUP + +Drain fifty small clams, then chop them fine. Mix the liquor and the +clams, and add one quart of cold water, about two tablespoonfuls of +chopped ham, one large onion sliced thin, quarter of a teaspoonful of +mace and a sprig of parsley. Bring this slowly to a boiling point. Rub +together two tablespoonfuls of butter and two of flour. Stir them into +the soup carefully, add just a dash of salt and a quarter teaspoonful +of pepper. Bring to boiling point, then take from the fire and turn in +one pint of hot milk, to which you have just added the well-beaten yolks +of four eggs. Stir quickly and serve with squares of toasted bread. + + +MOCK OYSTER SOUP + +Select about one dozen roots of salsify. Scrape them and throw at once +into cold water to prevent discoloration. Cut the salsify crosswise into +thin slices. Put them into one quart of cold water and add about two +ounces of codfish. This is best in one solid piece. Simmer gently for +thirty minutes and remove the codfish. Have ready one pint of milk +heated in a double boiler. Add it to the salsify, then stir in carefully +one tablespoonful of butter and two of flour that have been rubbed to a +smooth paste. Season with salt and pepper. Then, just as you take it +from the fire, add another teaspoonful of butter, cut into pieces, and +it is ready to serve. + + +CUCUMBER TAPIOCA SOUP + +Boil three good-sized cucumbers, cut them into slices and cover them +with one quart of white stock. Simmer gently for twenty minutes. Then +press through a sieve. Soak two tablespoonfuls of pearl tapioca in one +pint of milk in a cold place for one hour. Stand this in a double boiler +and heat slowly until the tapioca is perfectly clear. Heat the cucumber +mixture; add a teaspoonful of salt, teaspoonful of onion juice and +quarter teaspoonful of pepper. Turn into the hot milk. Have ready in the +tureen the yolks of two eggs, well-beaten. Pour the soup over +gradually. + + +QUICK CLEAR SOUP + +Put one pound of finely-chopped meat into one pint of cold water, beat +it for about a minute with an egg beater, and let it stand for thirty +minutes, while you prepare the flavoring. Stir one tablespoonful of beef +extract into a quart of boiling water. Add a tablespoonful of grated +onion and one bay leaf. Now bring the meat to boiling point. Strain in a +colander. Beat the white and shell of one egg with two tablespoonfuls of +cold water. Put the soup you have strained from the meat over the fire, +and when boiling add to the egg mixture, bring to boiling point and +strain through two thicknesses of cheese cloth. Then add this to the +beef extract mixture, season with teaspoonful of salt and quarter +teaspoonful of pepper, and it is ready to serve. + +This may be served with two tablespoonfuls of boiled rice or boiled +macaroni, or with fresh rings of cucumbers. To prepare these rings cut a +large cucumber into slices crosswise. With a round cutter stamp them out +just as much as you can to remove the skin, and then with a smaller +cutter stamp out the seeds. Throw these rings into boiling salted water +and boil for twenty minutes; strain and put in the soup. Or this soup +may be served a la Royal. + + +A LA ROYAL + +Beat two eggs until well mixed; add two tablespoonfuls of stock, half +teaspoonful of salt and a quarter teaspoonful of pepper. Now add two +tablespoonfuls of milk or cream, and turn into a small buttered basin or +mold. Stand this mold in a pan of boiling water and cook gently, either +in the oven or on the top of the stove, until the custard is "set." When +cold cut into blocks or into fancy shapes. Put this in the tureen and +pour over the soup. + + +BISQUE OF SALMON + +Wash well a half cup of rice. Put it into a quart of water and boil +rapidly for thirty minutes. Then press it through a puree sieve and add +to it the salmon from a one pound can, removing first all the bones, +skin and oil. Now press this again through a sieve; add a teaspoonful of +salt, bay leaf, tablespoonful of grated onion and half teaspoonful of +pepper. Stand it over the back part of the stove until it is steaming +hot. Heat one quart of milk in a double boiler. Rub together two +tablespoonfuls of butter and two of flour. Stir this carefully into the +milk and stir until perfectly smooth and thick. Then add a level +teaspoonful of salt; turn this mixture into the other, remove the bay +leaf, bring to scald-point, and serve. If you like this soup a little +deeper color, add a few drops of cochineal. Halibut may be used in +precisely the same way, of course, keeping the soup perfectly white. + + +CURRANT SOUP + +This soup may be made from any sort of fresh, tart fruit. It should be +served for lunch perfectly cold, in either punch or bouillon cups. Put +one pint of currants and one pint of water over the fire and bring to +scalding point. Add half cup of sugar. Press through a puree sieve, +return to the fire and add one tablespoonful of arrow-root, moistened in +two tablespoonfuls of water. Bring to boiling point until the soup is +clear, then stand away to cool. If you use wine, add two tablespoonfuls +of white wine. Cherries, cranberries and strawberries may be used in the +same way, adding more or less sugar, according to the kind of fruit, but +these soups should not be sweet. Use just enough sugar to make them +palatable. + + +CHOCOLATE SOUP + +Put three tablespoonfuls of cocoa into a double boiler, and add +gradually one pint of boiling water. Stir for at least five minutes over +the fire. Add four tablespoonfuls of sugar, take from the fire and add a +teaspoonful of vanilla. Turn this into one pint of cracked ice, and when +the soup is cold, turn into the serving cups, and put on the surface a +tablespoonful of whipped cream, and serve. + + +CREAM OF CHESTNUT SOUP + +Shell and blanch one pound of large chestnuts. Cover them with a quart +of boiling water; add a slice of onion, piece of celery chopped, a bay +leaf, sprig of parsley and a dash of paprica. Cover and boil thirty +minutes. Press first through a colander; then add one pint of milk; +return the whole to the fire. Rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter +and two of flour; add to the soup; cook a minute; add a palatable +seasoning of salt, and then press the whole through a puree sieve. Make +hot and serve with croutons. + + +PISTACHIO SOUP + +Wash one quart of nice spinach. Pick each leaf from the stem and throw +into a saucepan; stand over the fire for a moment, shaking so that the +spinach will not discolor. Sprinkle over a teaspoonful of salt. As soon +as the spinach begins to wilt, drain and chop very fine, then pound it +to a paste. Put one quart of milk into a double boiler; add one +teaspoonful of almond paste unsweetened, and two ounces of pistachio +nuts chopped to a powder. Cover and cook twenty minutes. Add spinach, +one tablespoonful of butter, one of arrow-root, moistened, and press +through a puree sieve. Add a teaspoonful of salt, dash of paprica, and +serve. Nice for green lunch. + + +YE FOOD FOR YE GODS + +Peel half pound of good, fresh mushrooms; remove the lower part of +stems. Wash the mushrooms, and chop them very fine with a silver knife. +Put them in a saucepan, with one quart of good chicken stock. Cover and +simmer gently thirty minutes; add teaspoonful of salt and simmer ten +minutes longer. Put two tablespoonfuls of butter in another saucepan, +add three tablespoonfuls of fine flour, mix and cook a minute without +browning; add a half pint of thick cream to the mushrooms, then add the +whole to the butter and flour, stir constantly until it just comes to +boiling point; add dash of white pepper and serve in bouillon cups. +Serve with whole wheat bread toasted in oven. + + +OATMEAL SOUP + +Add one cup of cold cooked oatmeal to one quart of water; add a slice of +onion, sprig of celery top, bay leaf, teaspoonful of salt, saltspoonful +of pepper. Cover and boil slowly ten minutes; add a half teaspoonful of +beef extract, or, if you have stock, use it in place of water. Now press +through a sieve; return to the fire; when boiling, add half pint of hot +milk, and serve. + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: + + Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from + the original. + + Obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows: + Page 10: earns has been changed to ears + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Twenty Quick Soups, by Sarah Tyson Heston Rorer + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37034.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37034.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b6782b410c040de6c2f8cb6844f7cd46b53ea3f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37034.txt @@ -0,0 +1,269 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Matthew Wheaton and The Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + A Revised And Illustrated Treatise On Grain Stacking + + GIVING + + _Instructions how to Properly Stack Bound Grain so as + to Preserve, in the best possible manner, for + THRESHING and MARKET._ + + ILLUSTRATED + + _So as to Furnish a Comprehensive View of the Theoretical Parts_ + + + BY + JOHN N. DeLAMATER, + NORWALK, OHIO + 1884. + + + Copyright 1884 by + + JOHN N. DeLAMATER, + + All Rights Reserved. + + + THE NORWALK CHRONICLE PRINT. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +So far as I am aware, this is an untried field of labor--a work which I +have had under consideration for the last fifteen years; during which +time the closest attention has been given to details of building, and +careful observations made on results, when the stacks were being taken +down. + JOHN N. DeLAMATER. + + + + +TREATISE ON GRAIN STACKING. + + +PLACING FOUNDATION. + +If convenient, make a foundation of rails, by placing three rails about +four and one-half feet apart and parallel, and then add half or two +thirds the length of a rail to each, and cover by laying rails +crossways, and finish by laying a large rail or post in the center +lengthways. + +This will form a foundation large enough for ten or twelve large loads. +If rails, poles or boards cannot be had for an entire foundation, +endeavor to get something to support the heads of a few center sheaves; +for if sheaves are set on end to commence a stack, the middle is apt to +settle too much. + + +COMMENCING TO BUILD. + +On the rail foundation, lay around the center in the form of an ellipse, +with the heads lapping well across the center rail; lap half and +continue to lay towards the outside until foundation is covered. Now +commence at the outside and lay a course around, neither laying out or +drawing in, except to correct any little error that may occur in the +elliptical form of the stack; complete the courses to the center, but +don't fill the middle too full; if the outside is lower than the middle, +lay a double course around outside; keep your stack _flat_--full as high +at outside as center; build the first load straight up, neither laying +out or drawing in, if the stack is to contain ten or twelve loads; if +eight or nine, lay the last course out a little. + + +LAYING OUT. + +If the stack is flat and as near an ellipse as the eye can judge, laying +out and keeping the stack properly balanced will be very easy. Drive +alternate loads on opposite sides of the stack; this will help to keep +the stack properly balanced. If the eye detects a place that seems to be +lower than the general level, it will be found that it was caused by +laying out more there than at other points; to remedy this defect, draw +in the next outside course at the low point, six, eight or ten inches, +according to the depression. The greater the depression, the more it +should be drawn in, and the next inside course at the low point should +be shoved out nearly to the buts of the outside course, then continue to +build as though nothing had happened. If a high place should be +observed, the next outside course should be laid farther out, and inside +course at this point drawn well in. + +Glance frequently over the stack and see if the outside presents the +appearance of an ellipse, and keep a sharp lookout for high and low +spots, for they will throw the stack out of balance. If the middle is +too full, the outside will slip out, and an undesirable job of propping +will begin. Put in two-thirds of what is intended for the stack before +commencing to draw in. + +Drive so as to leave a little space between load and stack. Don't let a +stack stand over night at this stage if it can be avoided, but put on +the next two loads as quickly as possible, for the outside of the stack +will settle rapidly. + + +FILLING THE MIDDLE. + +Lay a tier of bundles through the central part half the length of the +stack, alternating heads and buts, then lay a course around with the +heads lapping across the middle tier; now another tier through the +center, and two courses around it; then another tier at center and +courses around, until the center is three or four feet higher than the +outside, depending on size of the stack, and the last course laid laps +half way from head to band on the outside course of the stack. It will +be seen that while building the main part of the stack, the courses were +laid from outside to center, and while filling the middle or putting in +the stuffing, the courses are laid from center towards outside. Now +commence outside, lay a course, heads out, half way from band to but on +outside course; in small stacks omit last instruction; then turn buts +out, lap half and lay to center; then lay a course around outside, +neither laying out or drawing in. + +Now comes a point that should not be overlooked: lay a course, buts out, +lapping half way from heads to band on outside course; then lap half and +lay to center. + +The reason for laying the buts of second course half way from heads to +band is to give the buts of the next outside course above a chance to +rest firmly on the course below, leaving no unoccupied space; if the +buts of second course were laid out to the band of outside course, then +the next outside course above, being drawn in, would rest one-third of +the way from band to but, on the buts of the course below, leaving a +space for rain to drive in and wet the stack. Draw in outside course +rapidly; lay buts of second course half way from head to band on outside +course as long as stack top is large enough; keep middle well piled up. + +A stack can be drawn in very rapidly, without danger of taking in water +from a protracted rain, even if the outside of the stack grows green, no +sheaf will be found wet above the band, and the middle of stack dry, for +the buts of outside course will form a thatch roof to protect the stack. + +The placing of a few top bundles is a matter of small importance. If a +stack has been properly built it will receive but little injury if top +bundles should blow off. A strand or two of wire, with sticks or stones +at the ends to weight them down, will usually hold the top in place. + + +RECAPITULATION. + +The first load being built straight up and flat on top forms a firm and +secure base on which to build the upper structure. + +LAYING OUT OR PUTTING IN THE BULGE.--This is the most important part of +the stack, for it contains the greater part of the grain; by laying out +and keeping the stack _flat_, the work can be done rapidly, and when the +stack settles the buts will hang down, for there is nothing to hold them +up. + +Filling the middle corresponds to putting rafters on a building to +support the roof. + + +SUGGESTIONS. + +I have found in the course of a long experience, that a foundation +eleven or twelve feet wide and eighteen or twenty feet long, and a stack +built in the form of an ellipse, and so as to contain ten or twelve +large loads, to be the most convenient and economical. Grain can be put +into a stack of this size much more rapidly than in small stacks. If a +stack is built much larger it will require more labor to pass the +bundles across the stack, and will have to be carried much higher before +it is topped out, which takes time and hard work. + +The elliptical form I have found the best; with a load driven to the +side of the stack, the pitcher is never very far from the stacker; the +stack is easily kept balanced, and at threshing time the grain is +readily got to the machine. In a round stack of the same size, the +stacker gets farther away from the pitcher, and it requires more skill +to keep a round stack properly balanced; but if a round stack, after it +is finished and settled, looks like an egg standing erect on the large +end, that is good enough; it will not take water, and looks well, too. +A square stack, or one with corners, is easily kept balanced, but in +turning the corners there is too much fullness at the heads of the +bundles, and when the stack settles there will usually be a sag on each +side to catch water. + +Two stakes, one eight and the other ten rods away, and in line with the +center of foundation, will sometimes assist the stacker in keeping his +stack well balanced, for at a glance he can tell whether the center is +in line with the stakes. A man may build, as his fancy dictates, either +round, elliptical or square, but in _all_, the same general principles +_must_ be observed--the lower part of the stack built straight up; put +in a bulge which settles down around and nearly conceals the lower part, +leaving the center of the bulge high; filling the middle to support the +center of the top. These are the principles on which good stacking +depends. If a man gets them well fixed in his mind and discards the idea +that he must keep the middle full from the ground up, he will have but +little damaged grain, even in the very worst of seasons. Very small +stacks should be built like ordinary stack tops. + +A boy to hand bundles is usually more damage than good until a stack is +half built, and then he should not be allowed to stand on outside +course. If practical, drive alternate loads on opposite sides of the +stack; this is very desirable, but if, from the nature of surroundings, +it is necessary to drive all on one side, draw the top of the stack over +a foot or two towards the side where the unloading is done, and keep it +a little the lowest; the opposite side will settle considerably the +most, which will leave the stack straight up. + + +FANCY STACKING. + +For a pyramid stack, build as usual up to within two or three rounds of +where drawing in commences, then draw in a little at center of sides and +ends to bring the curves to straight lines; keep the corners well out, +observing the form of a rectangle in filling the middle, and finish to +top. + +For a Gothic stack, build an ordinary one until commencing to draw in, +then draw in the oval corners and build center of sides and ends +straight up. For an X stack draw in sides and ends; build corners +straight up. These stacks look very ornamental on a premium farm and +will save well, but take more time to build than ordinary stack tops. + + +SAMPLE STACK. + +With some, the idea seems to prevail, that the middle of the stack +should be kept full from the ground up. With the center high enough to +protect the stack after it is settled, it is impossible to lay out or +even build straight up, for the outside sheaves are constantly slipping +out, and the process of building rendered slow and tiresome, and when +the stack is completed and settled, it will usually be found that the +center has gone down so much and the outside so little, that the buts of +the sheaves stick up and form excellent conductors to wet the stack. + +Usually at harvest the country is full of good stackers, and if, between +that time and threshing, there is little or no rain, they live through +and there is a good supply next year; but if, between stacking and +threshing, a protracted rain occurs, vast multitudes are drowned, so +that, at threshing time, but few good stackers are found alive. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37091.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37091.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2d3db2e286f8db17d5118d7389341282b51ce95d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37091.txt @@ -0,0 +1,478 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Steve Read and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + +[Illustration: CAME THE WHISPER, CAME THE VISION. + Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need, + Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead.] + + + + + A SONG OF THE + ENGLISH + + BY RUDYARD + KIPLING + + _illustrated by_ + W. HEATH ROBINSON + + Hodder & Stoughton, London + +_This Edition of 'A Song of the English' is reprinted from 'The Seven +Seas,' and the Publishers desire to acknowledge the courtesy of Messrs. +Methuen & Co. in consenting to its issue as a separate volume_ + + + + +A SONG OF THE ENGLISH + + + _Fair is our lot--O goodly is our heritage! + (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) + For the Lord our God Most High + He hath made the deep as dry, + He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!_ + + _Yea, though we sinned--and our rulers went from righteousness-- + Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments' hem. + Oh be ye not dismayed, + Though we stumbled and we strayed, + We were led by evil counsellors--the Lord shall deal with them!_ + + _Hold ye the Faith--the Faith our Fathers sealed us; + Whoring not with visions--overwise and over-stale. + Except ye pay the Lord + Single heart and single sword, + Of your children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale!_ + + _Keep ye the Law--be swift in all obedience-- + Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. + Make ye sure to each his own + That he reap where he hath sown; + By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!_ + + * * * * * + + _Hear now a song--a song of broken interludes-- + A song of little cunning; of a singer nothing worth. + Through the naked words and mean + May ye see the truth between + As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth!_ + + + + +THE COASTWISE LIGHTS + + + Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; + Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas. + From reef and rock and skerry--over headland ness, and voe-- + The Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England go! + + Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors; + Through the yelling Channel tempest when the siren hoots and roars-- + By day the dipping house-flag and by night the rocket's trail-- + As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail. + + We bridge across the dark and bid the helmsman have a care, + The flash that wheeling inland wakes his sleeping wife to prayer; + From our vexed eyries, head to gale, we bind in burning chains + The lover from the sea-rim drawn--his love in English lanes. + + We greet the clippers wing-and-wing that race the Southern wool; + We warn the crawling cargo-tanks of Bremen, Leith, and Hull; + To each and all our equal lamp at peril of the sea-- + The white wall-sided warships or the whalers of Dundee! + +[Illustration: THE COASTWISE LIGHTS OF ENGLAND. + Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the Morn! + Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn! + Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, main to main, + The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!] + + Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guard-ports of the Morn! + Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn! + Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, main to main, + The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again! + + Go, get you gone up-Channel with the sea-crust on your plates; + Go, get you into London with the burden of your freights! + Haste, for they talk of Empire there, and say, if any seek, + The Lights of England sent you and by silence shall ye speak! + + + + +THE SONG OF THE DEAD + + +[Illustration: THE SONG OF THE DEAD. + Follow after--we are waiting, by the trails that we lost, + For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.] + + + _Hear now the Song of the Dead--in the North by the torn berg-edges-- + They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped + sledges. + Song of the Dead in the South--in the sun by their skeleton horses, + Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust of the sere + river-courses._ + + _Song of the Dead in the East--in the heat-rotted jungle hollows, + Where the dog-ape barks in the kloof--in the brake of the + buffalo-wallows. + Song of the Dead in the West--in the Barrens, the waste that + betrayed them, + Where the wolverine tumbles their packs from the camp and the + grave-mound they made them; + Hear now the Song of the Dead!_ + + +I + + We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-stifled town; + We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down. + Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need, + Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead. + As the deer breaks--as the steer breaks--from the herd where + they graze, + In the faith of little children we went on our ways. + + Then the wood failed--then the food failed--then the last water dried-- + In the faith of little children we lay down and died. + On the sand-drift--on the veldt-side--in the fern-scrub we lay, + That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. + Follow after--follow after! We have watered the root, + And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! + + Follow after--we are waiting, by the trails that we lost, + For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host. + Follow after--follow after--for the harvest is sown: + By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own! + +[Illustration: FOLLOW AFTER. + Follow after--follow after--for the harvest is sown: + By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own!] + + _When Drake went down to the Horn + And England was crowned thereby, + 'Twixt seas unsailed and shores unhailed + Our Lodge--our Lodge was born + (And England was crowned thereby!)_ + + _Which never shall close again + By day nor yet by night, + While man shall take his life to stake + At risk of shoal or main + (By day nor yet by night)_ + + _But standeth even so + As now we witness here, + While men depart, of joyful heart + Adventure for to know + (As now bear witness here!)_ + + +II + + We have fed our sea for a thousand years + And she calls us, still unfed, + Though there's never a wave of all her waves + But marks our English dead: + We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest + To the shark and the sheering gull. + If blood be the price of admiralty, + Lord God, we ha' paid in full! + +[Illustration: LORD GOD, WE HA' PAID IN FULL! + If blood be the price of admiralty, + Lord God, we ha' paid in full!] + + There's never a flood goes shoreward now + But lifts a keel we manned; + There's never an ebb goes seaward now + But drops our dead on the sand-- + But slinks our dead on the sands forlore, + From the Ducies to the Swin. + If blood be the price of admiralty, + If blood be the price of admiralty, + Lord God, we ha' paid it in! + + We must feed our sea for a thousand years, + For that is our doom and pride, + As it was when they sailed with the _Golden Hind_, + Or the wreck that struck last tide-- + Or the wreck that lies on the spouting reef + Where the ghastly blue-lights flare. + If blood be the price of admiralty, + If blood be the price of admiralty, + If blood be the price of admiralty, + Lord God, we ha' bought it fair! + + + + +THE DEEP-SEA CABLES + + + The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar-- + Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white + sea-snakes are. + There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, + Or the great grey level plains of ooze where the shell-buried + cables creep. + + Here in the womb of the world--here on the tie-ribs of earth + Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat-- + Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth-- + For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet. + + They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their + father Time; + Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun. + Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime, + And a new Word runs between: whispering, 'Let us be one!' + + + + +THE SONG OF THE SONS + + + One from the ends of the earth--gifts at an open door-- + Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more! + From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed, + Turn, and the world is thine. Mother, be proud of thy seed! + Count, are we feeble or few? Hear, is our speech so rude? + Look, are we poor in the land? Judge, are we men of The Blood? + +[Illustration: WE THAT WERE BRED OVERSEAS. + Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them in-- + We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin. + Not in the dark do we fight--haggle and flout and gibe; + Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe.] + + Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them in-- + We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin. + Not in the dark do we fight--haggle and flout and gibe; + Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe. + Gifts have we only to-day--Love without promise or fee-- + Hear, for thy children speak, from the uttermost parts of the sea! + + + + +THE SONG OF THE CITIES + + +BOMBAY + + Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen + Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands-- + A thousand mills roar through me where I glean + All races from all lands. + +[Illustration: BOMBAY. + Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen + Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands-- + A thousand mills roar through me where I glean + All races from all lands.] + + +CALCUTTA + + Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built, + Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold. + Hail, England! I am Asia--Power on silt, + Death in my hands, but Gold! + + +MADRAS + + Clive kissed me on the mouth and eyes and brow, + Wonderful kisses, so that I became + Crowned above Queens--a withered beldame now, + Brooding on ancient fame. + + +RANGOON + + Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade? + Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone, + And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid, + Laugh 'neath my Shwe Dagon. + + +SINGAPORE + + Hail, Mother! East and West must seek my aid + Ere the spent gear may dare the ports afar. + The second doorway of the wide world's trade + Is mine to loose or bar. + + +HONG-KONG + + Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps + Under innumerable keels to-day. + Yet guard (and landward), or to-morrow sweeps + Thy warships down the bay! + + +HALIFAX + + Into the mist my guardian prows put forth, + Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie, + The Warden of the Honour of the North, + Sleepless and veiled am I! + + +QUEBEC AND MONTREAL + + Peace is our portion. Yet a whisper rose, + Foolish and causeless, half in jest, half hate. + Now wake we and remember mighty blows, + And fearing no man, wait! + + +VICTORIA + + From East to West the circling word has passed, + Till West is East beside our land-locked blue; + From East to West the tested chain holds fast, + The well-forged link rings true! + + +CAPETOWN + + Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to hand, + I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine, + Of Empire to the northward. Ay, one land + From Lion's Head to Line! + + +MELBOURNE + + Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place, + Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth, + Loud-voiced and reckless as the wild tide-race + That whips our harbour-mouth! + + +SYDNEY + + Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good; + Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness; + The first flush of the tropics in my blood, + And at my feet Success! + + +BRISBANE + + The northern stirp beneath the southern skies-- + I build a Nation for an Empire's need, + Suffer a little, and my land shall rise, + Queen over lands indeed! + + +HOBART + + Man's love first found me; man's hate made me Hell; + For my babes' sake I cleansed those infamies. + Earnest for leave to live and labour well, + God flung me peace and ease. + + +AUCKLAND + + Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart-- + On us, on us the unswerving season smiles + Who wonder 'mid our fern why men depart + To seek the Happy Isles! + + + + +ENGLAND'S ANSWER + + + Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; + Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man. + Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that I bare; + Stark as your sons shall be--stern as your fathers were. + Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, + But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together. + +[Illustration: MY ARM IS NOTHING WEAK, MY STRENGTH IS NOT GONE BY. + Deeper than speech our love, stronger than life our tether, + But we do not fall on the neck nor kiss when we come together. + My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; + Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry.] + + My arm is nothing weak, my strength is not gone by; + Sons, I have borne many sons, but my dugs are not dry. + Look, I have made ye a place and opened wide the doors, + That ye may talk together, your Barons and Councillors-- + Wards of the Outer March, Lords of the Lower Seas, + Ay, talk to your grey mother that bore you on her knees!-- + + That ye may talk together, brother to brother's face-- + Thus for the good of your peoples--thus for the Pride of the Race. + Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, + I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my + strength is yours: + In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, + That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall. + + Draw now the threefold knot firm on the ninefold bands, + And the Law that ye make shall be law after the rule of your lands. + This for the waxen Heath, and that for the Wattle-bloom, + This for the Maple-leaf, and that for the southern Broom. + The Law that ye make shall be law and I do not press my will, + Because ye are Sons of The Blood and call me Mother still. + + Now must ye speak to your kinsmen and they must speak to you, + After the use of the English, in straight-flung words and few. + Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, + Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. + Stand to your work and be wise--certain of sword and pen, + Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men! + + +_Edinburgh: T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty_ + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's Notes + + +One typo corrected: burred for buried. + +Our peoples (page 15) left with capital O as in book text. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Song of the English, by Rudyard Kipling + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37124.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37124.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3b2663c29b1c615667fac9c3cc0710220033f9d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37124.txt @@ -0,0 +1,159 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David E. Brown, Bryan Ness and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + + A FOREWORD + TO + THE PANAMA-PACIFIC + INTERNATIONAL + EXPOSITION + + BY + JULIET L. JAMES + + BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA + + [Illustration] + + JANUARY, 1915 + RICARDO J. OROZCO PRESS + SAN FRANCISCO + + + + +THE PASTEL CITY BY THE SEA + + +There is a hill-crowned city by a silver sea, near a _Golden Gate_. For +ages, the water has washed from an almost land-locked bay against this +hill-crowned city, and on its northern side has created of the shore an +amphitheatre stretching for some three miles to the western headlands. + +Behind this amphitheatre rises, in terraces, the steep hills of this +water-lashed city, and in part, a forest of pines stretches to the west. +Man has flanked this reach of shore by two lowering forts, and in front, +across the sapphire sea, one looks onto the long undulations of hills, +climaxed by grand old Tamalpais. + +Just three years ago, and one saw in this same low-lying shore only a +marshy stretch, with lagoons working their way far into the land--the +home of the sea-gull. + +There came a time when, had you looked closely, you would have seen +coming thru the Golden Gate a phantom flotilla of caravels, freighted +with clever ideas. + +On the vessels came, and at the prows were several noble figures: +_Energy_, _Enterprise_, _Youth_, _the Spirit of the East_, _the Spirit of +the West_, _Success_, and in the last caravel, the stalwart _Mother of +Tomorrow_. + +They had dug and delved with mighty _Hercules_ and had created that +great gap that has severed two continents. Then, leaving their work to +be finished, they had sailed on to celebrate their triumph in the _Land +of El Dorado_ the region of their desires. + +In a shallop in front of these floating winged vessels, riding on the +waves, came Venus rowed by the fairies--in her hand the golden ball of +opportunity. + +The _mermaids_, the _dolphins_, the little _sea-horses_ sported in the +wake of these vessels, leaving a long line of foam and silver as they +sped on. + +Over the waves they came to the _Golden Land of the Pacific_. They +moored their vessels by the fort-flanked shores, and stepping out upon +the haunt of the sea-gull, they moved boldly across this unsightly +stretch of wave-washed shore. + +_Enterprise_ and _Energy_ pushed ahead: the _Fairy_ ever flitting near. +At a signal from _Enterprise_ the _Fairy_ turned her wheel, Venus threw +her golden ball of opportunity, and lo! out of the foam of the sea rose +a Venus city with the round sea-bubbles resting on the roofs. + +One day a man appeared on the hill-top o'er-looking this wondrous city, +and by his magic power, being filled with music, with color-music, he +cast a spell, and behold a pastel city by the sea--such an one as only +those who dream could think of; a city glowing with warmth of color, +with a softness and mystical charm such as only the brain of _Jules +Guerin_ could produce. + +He is the conductor of this wondrous symphony, this beautiful Mozart +fantasia, and if you listen, you can hear the strains of the great +beautiful melodies wafted now east, now west, now north, now south, +rising to great climaxes, falling back to great chords of harmony, or, +in an allegro movement, causing you almost to trip with delight in the +joy of it all. + +Your eye is enthralled with the beauty of the coloring. One sees +turquoise green domes floating in a silver-moated ether, long colonnades +of glacial ice columns leading to regions beyond, where quiet silver +pools throw back the mirrored glories. + +Battalions of daffodils holding their long sabres, stand in the _South +Garden_ making ready for the great festival. Soon those daffodils will +raise their golden trumpets and will sound the fanfare at the opening of +the Great Jubilee, and up will spring _two hundred thousand_ wide-eyed +yellow pansies to look and wonder at the marvelous beauty, and help in +the hallelujah chorus that will be one great paeon of joy, one splendid +hymn of praise. + +And the blue eucalypti against the walls will lend their voices, the +yellow acacias will add their cadences; while down by the great lagoon, +ten thousand periwinkles will dance for joy. + +Far out on the waters will be intoned to the rhythm of the waves, a +chorus from white robed water-lilies who like a throng of choristers +will send their anthems rippling over the sun kissed waves. + +The _Spirit of the East_ that has added its domes, its minarets, its +soft-glowing colors will remain and join hands with the _Spirit of the +West_, that strong, pulsating, energetic spirit, and the harmony +produced will vibrate from the shores of the Occident to the shores of +the Orient, and bring about a better understanding; a great world peace. + +And the world will come to listen. The great music will sound across the +waters, and the world will be the better in its way of thinking, of +working, of living--and all because of the great beauty. + +Wonderful is it to be living today, to have the opportunity of watching +the beginning of this mighty growth; to be present at one of the world's +greatest events. + +And the pastel city by the sea will not leave us, for as the years go +on, whatever be our mission, the vision of this dream-city will float +before us, leading us to finer, higher works, strengthening our ideals, +and causing us to give only of our finest fibre. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: + + + Text in italics is indicated with underscores: _italics_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37188.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37188.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2cbd308e8cee386e0774b7d03dc135612f2243c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37188.txt @@ -0,0 +1,497 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + PLISH AND PLUM + + _By the Author of_ + + MAX AND MAURICE + + + + + Plish and Plum. + + + From the German + + OF + + WILHELM BUSCH, + + AUTHOR OF "MAX AND MAURICE." + + BY + + CHARLES T. BROOKS. + + BOSTON: + ROBERTS BROTHERS. + + 1895. + + + _Copyright, 1882_, + BY ROBERTS BROTHERS. + + UNIVERSITY PRESS: + JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE. + + + + +PLISH AND PLUM. + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + + With a pipe between his lips, + Two young dogs upon his hips, + Jogs along old Caspar Sly; + How that man can smoke,--oh, my! + But although the pipe-bowl glows + Red and hot beneath his nose; + Yet his heart is icy-cold; + How can earth such wretches hold! + "Of what earthly use to me + Can such brutes," he mutters, "be? + Do they earn their vittles? No! + 'Tis high time I let 'em go. + What you don't want, fling away! + Them's my sentiments, I say!" + O'er the pond he silent bends, + For to drown them he intends. + With their legs the quadrupeds + Kick and squirm,--can't move their heads + And the inner voice speaks out: + How 't will end we gravely doubt. + _Hubs!_--an airy curve one makes; + _Plish!_--a headlong dive he takes. + Hubs!--the second follows suit; + _Plum!_--the wave engulfs the brute. + "That's well ended," Caspar cries, + Puffs away and homeward hies. + But, as often happens, here too + Things don't go as they appear to. + Paul and Peter,--so 'twas fated,-- + Naked in the bushes waited + For a swim; and they descry + What was done by wicked Sly. + And like frogs they dove, _kechunk_, + Where the poor young dogs had sunk. + Quickly each one with his hand + Drags a little dog to land. + "Plish, I'll call my dog," cried Paul; + "Plum," said Peter, "mine I'll call." + Paul and Peter then with pleasure, + Tenderly took each his treasure, + And, with speed and joy past telling, + Steered for the parental dwelling. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + + Papa Fittig, calm and cosy, + Mamma Fittig, round and rosy, + Arm in arm sit peaceful there-- + Troubled by no speck of care-- + On the bench before the door; + For the summer day is o'er, + And the supper hour is near, + And the lads will soon be here. + Soon they burst upon the view, + Plish and Plum are with them too. + Fittig thinks a dog a plague: + "Nah!" he cries,--"excuse, I beg!" + But mamma with soft looks pleaded: + "Let them, Fittig!"--and succeeded. + Evening milk, fresh and delicious, + On the table stood in dishes. + Joyfully they haste indoors; + Plish and Plum ahead, of course. + Mercy! look! right in the sweet + Cream each wretch has set his feet; + And the noise their lapping makes + Shows what comfort each one takes. + At the window peeps old Sly, + Chuckles loud and says: "My eye! + This is very bad, he! he! + Very bad, but not for me!!" + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + + When night came, all worn and tired, + As if nothing had transpired, + Paul and Peter in their chamber + Lay there, wrapt in peaceful slumber, + A soft snoring through their noses + Shows how tranquilly each dozes. + But not so with Plish and Plum! + They sit ill-at-ease and glum, + Not being lodged to suit their mind, + To turn in they too inclined. + Plish, the dog's old rule to follow, + Turns round thrice, his bed to hollow; + Plum, however, shows a mind + More affectionately inclined. + When we dream of perfect rest + Comes full many a troublous guest. + "March!" With this harsh word the pets. + Turn their outward summersets + Coolness wakes activity; + Time well-filled glides pleasantly. + Means of sport are handy too, + Here a stocking--there a shoe. + These, before the morning glow, + Curious changes undergo. + When he comes the boys to wake, + And beholds the frightful wreck, + Pale the father cries: "This will + Be a monstrous heavy bill!" + Vengeful claws are in the air; + Feigning sleep, the rogues lie there; + But the mother begs: "I pray, + Fittig dear, thy wrath allay!" + And her loving words assuage + The stern father's boiling rage. + Paul and Peter never care + How they look or what they wear. + Peter two old slippers gets, + Paul his infant pantalets. + Plish and Plum, in morals blind, + To the dog-house are confined. + "This is bad!" says Sly, "he! he! + Very bad, but not for me!" + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + + Caught at last in wiry house, + Sits that most audacious mouse, + Who, with many a nightly antic, + Drove poor Mamma Fittig frantic,-- + Rioting, with paws erratic, + From the cellar to the attic. + This event to Plish and Plum + Was a long-sought _gaudium_; + For the word was: "Stu-boys! take him! + Seize the wicked grinder--shake him!" + Soft! a refuge mousey reaches + In a leg of Peter's breeches. + Through the leg-tube Plish pursues him, + Plum makes sure he shall not lose him. + Nip! the mousey with his tooth + Stings the smeller of the youth. + Plish essays to pull him clear; + Nip! the plague's on Plish's ear. + See! they run heels over head, + Into neighbor's garden-bed. + _Kritze_-_kratze_! what will be-- + Come, sweet flower-plot, of thee? + At that moment Madam Mieding, + With fresh oil, her lamp is feeding; + And her heart comes near to breaking, + With those pests her garden wrecking. + Indignation lends her wings, + And the oil-can, too, she brings. + Now, with mingling joy and wrath, + She gives each a shower-bath-- + First to Plish and then to Plum, + Shower-bath of petroleum! + Of the effect that might be wrought, + Madam Mieding had not thought. + But what presently took place, + Right before this lady's face, + Made her shut her eyes, so dazed + That she smiled like one half crazed,-- + Drew a heavy sigh, and soon + Gasped and sank down in a swoon. + Paul and Peter, hard and cool, + Heed not much the Golden Rule. + Suffering, stretched beside the way + Never once disturbs their play. + "Bad enough!" says Sly; "he! he! + Shocking bad! but not for me!" + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + + Breeches short and long surtout, + Crooked nose and cane to suit, + Gray of soul and black of eye, + Hat slouched back, expression sly-- + Such is old Sol Shuffleshins; + How complacently he grins! + Fittig's door he's passing now; + Hark! a furious, _row-wow-wow_! + Scarcely has the echo gone, + When the following scene comes on. + Turn and twist him as he will, + Plish and Plum stick to him still; + Underneath his long surtout + Tugs and tears each crazy brute. + Shall that happen twice? not quite! + Mind shall triumph over might! + Presto! What strange dog is there, + Hat in mouth? the young ones stare. + What queer quadruped can he, + Backing toward the doorway, be? + Mrs. Fittig hears the clatter, + Comes to see what _is_ the matter. + Soft as on a mossy bank, + In her lap Sol backward sank. + Fittig also came in view. + "Ow!" cried Sol, "I'm torn in two! + Herr von Fittig pays me for 't, + Or I'll carry it to court!" + He must pay; that makes him pout + Worse than having ten teeth out. + In despair he casts askance + At that youthful pair a glance,-- + Seeming plainly to confess, + "I've no words your shame to express" + Little care the hardened creatures + For their parent's play of features. + "Bad enough!" says Sly, "he! he! + Awful bad! but not for me!" + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + + Plish and Plum, their deeds declare, + Are a graceless, low-lived pair. + Yet they live in close communion; + And for that, in my opinion, + They deserve some commendation; + But will 't be of long duration? + "Rogue & Co."--such firm, be sure, + Cannot many days endure. + In the sunshine, vis-a-vis, + Sits a lap-dog, fair to see. + To our pair this lovely sight + Is a rare and keen delight. + Each would gain the foremost place + To behold that beauteous face. + If the front is gained by Plish, + Plum looks glum and dismalish; + Then if it is seized by Plum, + That makes Plish exceeding glum. + Soon low-muttering thunders growl, + Paws scratch gravel, eyeballs roll, + And the furious fight begins; + Plum cuts dirt, his brother wins. + Mamma Fittig stands and makes + Chicken salad and pancakes,-- + Those well known and favorite dishes, + Every child devoutly wishes. + Whirr! right through the window come, + Helter-skelter, Plish and Plum. + Pot and pan and stove and stew + Mingle in one grand ragout. + "Wait! you vile Plish!" Peter holloos, + And the word instanter follows + With a well-aimed blow; but Paul + Doesn't relish that at all. + "What d' ye mean, to strike my creatur'?" + Cries out Paul, and lashes Peter; + Who, inflamed with pain and passion, + Winds up Paul in curious fashion. + Now the battle desperate grows; + Each the costly salad throws, + In a frenzy, at his brother, + And they poultice one another. + In comes papa Fittig, hasting + To inflict on them a basting. + Mamma Fittig, full of kindness, + Fearing anger's headlong blindness, + Cries, "Best Fittig! pray consider!" + But her zeal for once undid her. + Her lace cap, so nice and new, + Fittig's cane has bored quite through. + Laughs the wicked Sly, "He! he! + All are done for, now, I see!" + He who laughs at others' woes + Makes few friends and many foes. + Hot and heavy the old chap + Finds, I guess, the pancake cap. + "Bad," said Sly, "as bad can be, + And this once, too, bad for me!" + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + + So now there sit Plish and Plum, + Very dull and very glum. + Two strong chains, and short, did hem + The activity of them. + Fittig seriously reflected: + "This must somehow be corrected! + Virtue needs encouragement; + Vice gets on by natural bent." + Paul and Peter now began + Schooling with Herr Buckleman. + At the first day's session he + Thus addressed them pleasantly: + "Dear lads,--I assure you, I am very + Glad you have come to this seminary; + And, as I hope, with all your powers + Intend to improve these precious hours. + And first, the things most important to mention, + Reading, writing, and ciphering will claim our attention; + For these are the arts by which man rises + To honor and wealth, and wins great prizes. + But, secondly, what good would all this do, + Unless politeness were added thereto? + For he who is not polite to all + Into trouble will certainly fall. + Finally, therefore, bending before you, + As you see, I entreat and implore you, + If in good faith you have made up your mind + To follow the rules I have now defined, + Then lift up your hands and look me in the eye, + And say, 'Herr Buckleman, we will try!'" + Paul and Peter thought: "Old man, + D'ye think us greenhorns? Is that your plan?" + They give no answer, but inwardly + They grin and giggle, and say, "he! he!" + Whereat old Master Buckleman + Gave a low whistle, and thus began: + "Since, then, you've resolved to be + Hardened reprobates," said he, + "I am resolved, face down, to lay + You both across my desk straightway, + Applying the stick to your hinder parts + In hopes of softening your hard hearts." + Drawing out then from beneath + His coat, like sabre from its sheath, + His good hazel rod, of stuff + Flexible and tight and tough,-- + He with many a sturdy thwack + Laid it on each urchin's back. + Nay, he trounced two backs in one, + Till he deemed the work was done. + "Now then," he spoke in a tranquil way, + "Beloved children, what do you say? + Are you content and are we agreed?" + "Yes, yes, Herr Buckleman,--yes, indeed!" + Such was the method of Buckleman; + We see the good effects of his plan. + 'Twas the talk of the people, one and all,-- + "Charming children--Peter and Paul!" + And so _they_ tried it on Plish and Plum: + They too, also, to school must come. + And the Buckleman plan's applied + Faithfully to each one's hide. + Masters of Arts, they're soon approved, + And universally beloved; + And, as one might well expect, + Art shows practical effect. + + + + +CONCLUSION. + + + One day travelling through the land, + With a field-glass in his hand, + A well-dressed man of fortune came; + Mister Peep, they called his name. + "Can't I, as I pass," said he, + "View the distant scenery? + Beauty reigns elsewhere, I know, + Whereas here 'tis but so-so." + Here he pitched into the pond, + Viewed the mud and naught beyond. + "Paul and Peter,--look and see + Where the gentleman can be!" + So said Fittig, who just then + Walked forth with the little men; + But fu'l soon it was made plain + Where the gentleman had lain, + When he, minus hat and glass, + Stood all dripping on the grass. + "_Allez!_ Plish and Plum, _apport!_" + Came the order from the shore. + Strictly trained to fetch and carry,-- + Not a moment did they tarry,-- + Fetched the lost goods from the deep. + "Very well," cried Mister Peep. + "Nice dogs, friend, I'll buy the two; + How'll a hundred dollars do?" + Papa Fittig's head inclined: + "The gentleman is very kind." + On new legs he seems to stand, + Such a pile of cash in hand. + "Ah, you darlings, Plish and Plum! + We must part--the hour has come-- + On this very spot, right here, + Where we four, this time last year, + Were united, by the pond, + In a sweet and solemn bond. + May your life in peace be led, + With beefsteak for daily bread." + Now all this was seen by Sly, + Just then happening to pass by. + "Very pleasant," mutters he, + "Yes, no doubt, but not for me." + Envy, like a poisoned dart, + Stung him to the very heart. + All before him misty grows; + Legs give way and back he goes, + Down into the oozy damp; + Quenched forever is life's lamp! + Left alone upon the shore, + Quickened by his breath no more, + Faintly gleams the expiring soul + Of the pipe within the bowl; + One blue cloud I see ascend, + _Futt!_ the tale is at an + End. + + +University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37237.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37237.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f558310716f8637df035bbddbdbeb111ec38f7ec --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37237.txt @@ -0,0 +1,932 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +DIGITAL PDP15 PRICE LIST; April 1970 + + + + +[Illustration: digital] + +PRICE LIST + +APRIL, 1970 + +[Illustration: pdp15] + +DIGITAL EQUIPMENT CORPORATION + + + + + Price 1-Shift Discount + Service Status +=PDP-15/10: BASIC SYSTEM= + +4,096 18-bit, 800-ns core memory $15,600 $150.00 Yes + with KSR-33 Teletype--PC15 required $16,200 $175.00 Yes + with ASR-33 Teletype $16,500 $180.00 Yes + with KSR-35 Teletype--PC15 required $17,800 $172.00 Yes + with ASR-35 Teletype $19,300 $175.00 Yes + + +=PDP-15/20: ADVANCED MONITOR SYSTEM= $36,000 $278.00 Yes + +8,192 18-bit, 800-ns core memory +KSR-35 Teletype +PC15 High Speed Paper Tape Reader and Punch +KE15 Extended Arithmetic Element +TC02D DECtape Control +TU56 Dual DECtape Transport + + +=PDP-15/30: BACKGROUND/FOREGROUND SYSTEM= $59,200 $384.00 Yes + +16,384 18-bit, 800-ns core memory +KSR-35 Teletype for BACKGROUND use +KSR-33 Teletype for FOREGROUND use +LT15A Single-Teletype Control +PC15 High-Speed Paper Tape Reader and Punch +KE15 Extended Arithmetic Element +KA15 Automatic Priority Interrupt +KM15 Memory Protection +KW15 Real-Time Clock +TC02D DECtape Control +2 TU56 Dual DECtape Transports + + +=PDP-15/40: DISK-ORIENTED $91,000 $532.00 Yes +BACKGROUND/FOREGROUND SYSTEM= + +24,576 18-bit, 800-ns core memory +KSR-35 Teletype for Background use +KSR-33 Teletype for Foreground use +LT15A Single-Teletype Control +PC15 High Speed Paper Tape Reader and Punch +KE15 Extended Arithmetic Element +KA15 Automatic Priority Interrupt +KM15 Memory Protection +KW15 Real-Time Clock +TC02D DECtape Control +TU56 Dual DECtape Transport +RF15 DECdisk Control +2 RS09 DECdisk Drives + + NOTE: Note 1 applies to all systems (see last page of price list) + + + + + Pre- 1-Shift Field Discount + Notes req. Service Inst. Price Status + +=MEMORY EXPANSION AND OPTIONS= + +MM15-A 4K Memory Module 7 PC15 $20 $100 $8,000 Yes + with Space to Add + Additional MK15-A + +MK15-A Expands MM15-A to MM15A 20 60 6,000 Yes + 8K Increases + PDP-15/10 to 8K + +MP15 Memory Parity for 2 None 15 1,500 Yes + each 4K of Memory + added + +KT15 Memory Relocation KM15 25 125 3,000 Yes + +MX15 Memory Multiplexer None 5,000 Yes + + +=CENTRAL PROCESSOR OPTIONS= + +KE15 Extended Arithmetic None 20 60 2,800 Yes + Element + +KM15 Memory Protect None 10 100 2,900 Yes + +KF15 Power Fail None 2 60 1,000 Yes + +KP15A Dual Memory Bus--One 8 2 or more 5,000 Yes + bus for I/O Processor MX15's + One Bus for Central + Processor + + +=INPUT/OUTPUT PROCESSOR OPTIONS= + +KA15 Automatic Priority KW15 15 100 3,900 Yes + Interrupt + +KW15 Real Time Clock, Line None 2 60 500 Yes + Frequency + +DW15A Positive to Negative None 15 100 2,000 Yes + Bus Converter + + +=MASS STORAGE DEVICES= + +TC02D DECtape control for 3 DW15A 20 240 5,400 Yes + up to 4 TU56 DECtape + transport units + +TU56 Dual DECtape Transport TC02D 12 60 4,700 Yes + +TC59D Magnetic Tape Transport 3 DW15A + Control for up to 8 KW15 25 400 8,000 Yes + TU20, TU20A, TU30, TU30A + Magnetic Tape Transport + Units + +TU20B 7-Track, 45 ips Magnetic TC59D 70 400 12,000 No + Tape Transport 200, 556 + and 800 bpi + +TU20A 9-Track, 45 ips Magnetic TC59D 80 400 13,000 No + Tape Transport 800 bpi + +TU30B 7-Track, 75 ips Magnetic TC59D 80 400 21,000 No + Tape Transport 200, 556 + and 800 bpi + +TU30A 9-Track, 75 ips Magnetic TC59D 90 400 22,000 No + Tape Transport 800 bpi + +RF15 DECdisk Control for up None 30 180 6,000 Yes + to 8 RS09 DECdisk Drives + +RS09 262,144 Word DECdisk RF15 40 240 9,000 Yes + +RP15 Disk Pack Control for None 100 450 18,000 Yes + up to 8 RP02 Disk Pack + Drives + +RP02 10.24 Million word Disk RP15 100 400 26,000 No + Pack Drive Unit + Includes one RP02P Disk + Pack + +RP02P Disk Pack 650 No + + + + + Pre- 1-Shift Field Discount + Notes req. Service Inst. Price Status + +=DISPLAY DEVICES= + +VP15A Storage Tube Display 6 None 86 200 5,800 $3,000 + VT01 Storage Display not + Unit, Control, and disc. + Mounting Hardware + +VP15B Oscilloscope Display None 21 70 3,600 $ 800 + Tektronix RM503 X-Y not + Oscilloscope, Control, disc. + and Mounting Hardware + +VP15BL Oscilloscope Display $ 800 + Tektronix RM503 X-Y None 24 150 5,225 not + Oscilloscope, Control, disc. + Mounting Hardware, and + DEC Type 370 Light Pen + +VP15C Oscilloscope Display None 38 220 5,250 Yes + VR12 X-Y Display Unit + (7" x 9" CRT), Control, + and Mounting Hardware + +VP15CL Oscilloscope Display None 41 300 6,875 Yes + VR12 X-Y Display Unit + (7" x 9" CRT), Control, + Mounting Hardware, and + DEC Type 370 Light Pen + +VP15M Display Multiplexer None 3,900 Yes + for up to 8 VT01's + +VT01 Storage Tube Display 6 VP15M 3,000 No + *(+$300 for cables 300* + and connectors) + +VT15 Graphic Display None 70 500 14,400 Yes + Processor + +VT04 Graphic Display VT15 25 250 4,500 No + Console + +LK35 Keyboard VT04, 30 120 1,200 No + LT15A + or + LT19 + Series + +VL04 Light Pen VT04 5 75 700 Yes + + +=CARD INPUT= + +CR03B Card Reader--200 cpm 3,6 DW15A 50 240 5,200 No + Reader and Control + + +=PAPER TAPE INPUT= + +PC15 Paper Tape Station-- None 24 320 3,900 Yes + 300 cps Reader + 50 cps Punch + + +=PRINTERS= + +LP15F Line Printer--356 lpm None 110 250 14,000 No + 80 column Line Printer + and Control + +LP15C Line Printer--1000 lpm None 135 280 40,000 No + 132 column Line Printer + and Control + + +=CALCOMP PLOTTERS AND CONTROL= + + 12-Inch Drum Plotter, + Model 565, and Control + +XY15AA 0.01-Inch Step 3,6 DW15A 22 280 8,900 No + 18,000 Steps/Minute + +XY15AB 0.005-Inch Step 3,6 DW15A 27 280 8,900 No + 18,000 Steps/Minute + + 31-Inch Drum Plotter, + Model 563, and Control + +XY15BA 0.01-Inch Step 3,6 DW15A 27 320 13,400 No + 12,000 Steps/Minute + +XY15BB 0.005-Inch Step 3,6 DW15A 32 320 13,400 No + 18,000 Steps/Minute + +XY15 Control Only 3 DW15A 15 200 3,000 No + + + + + Pre- 1-Shift Field Discount + Notes req. Service Inst. Price Status + +=DATA COMMUNICATIONS= + +LT19D Multi-Station 3,5 DW15A 2 160 1,200 Yes + Teletype Control + Separate Transmit + Clock per Channel + Accommodates up to + 5 LT19E Line Units + +LT19E Line Unit LT19A 2 120 800 Yes + (One Required for + each Teletype or EIA + Line Adapter) + +LT19F EIA Line Adapter LT19A, B 2 60 100 Yes + (Per Line) + +LT19H Cable Set for + Interprocessor Buffer + for use with + LT19H/LT19F or + LT19F/PT08F + Combinations. + Specify Length. + + LT19HA 50 feet LT19F 60 Yes + LT19HB 100 feet LT19F 65 Yes + LT19HC 150 feet LT19F 70 Yes + LT19HD 200 feet LT19F 75 Yes + LT19HE 250 feet LT19F 80 Yes + +LT15A Single Teletype None 2 160 1,200 Yes + Control + +KSR-33 Teletype Model 33 None 25 80 1,200 No + Keyboard Send-Receive + Unit + +ASR-33 Teletype Model 33 30 120 1,500 No + Automatic Send-Receive + Unit with Paper Tape + Reader and Punch + +KSR-35 Teletype Model 35 22 80 3,000 No + Keyboard Send-Receive + Unit + +ASR-35 Teletype Model 35 25 150 4,500 No + Automatic Send-Receive + Unit with Paper Tape + Reader and Punch + +DP09A Data Communications 3 DW15A 20 200 6,000 Yes + System Compatible + with EIA RS 232B + Interface, Bell System + Type 201 Dataphone + + +=INPUT/OUTPUT BUFFERS= + +DB99A PDP-15 (9 or 9/L) to 3,4 DW15A 15 250 7,000 Yes + PDP-15 (9 or 9/L) + Interprocessor Buffer + +DB98A PDP-15 (9 or 9/L) to 3,4 DW15A 15 250 7,000 Yes + PDP-8 (or 8/I) + Interprocessor Buffer + +DR09A 18-Bit Relay 3 DW15A 8 300 2,000 Yes + Output Buffer + + +=DIGITAL-TO-ANALOG OPTIONS= + +AA15A Multiplexer Control 2,600 Yes + for up to 16 12-Bit + Digital-to-Analog + Converter Channels + Type AAC2 + +AAC2 Digital-to-Analog AA15 350 Yes + Converter Single + Buffered, 0V to +-10V + + + + + Pre- 1-Shift Field Discount + Notes req. Service Inst. Price Status + +=ANALOG-TO-DIGITAL OPTIONS= + +AF01B 6-12 Bit Analog-to- 3 DW15A 8 240 5,000 Yes + Digital Converter + (conversion time of + 9-35_ mu_sec) with + Multiplexer Control. + Uses A121 Switches to + implement up to 64 + Single-Ended, High- + Level (0V to -10V) + Analog Inputs. + +A121 4-Channel FET AF01B 1 8 65 Yes + Multiplexer Switch + (implements four + AF01B Channels) + +AH02 One-Channel of AF01B 6 150 500 Yes + Sample-and-Hold + (Used between + Analog-to-Digital + Converter and + Multiplexer or + with AC01B) + +AH03 Scaling Amplifier AF01B 1 100 300 Yes + +AC01B 8-Channel 1-AH02 25 250 1,600 Yes + Sample-and-Hold per + Control channel + +ADC1/9 6-12 Bit Analog-to- 3 DW15A 8 160 3,265 Yes + Digital Converter for + single-ended, high-level + (0V to -10V) Analog + inputs + +AM09 Multiplexer Control ADC1/9 14 250 2,500 Yes + for 1024 Channels + +AM02A Mounting Panel and AM09 None 60 2,200 Yes + High-Level Analog + Input Connectors for + 4-128 Channels + Implemented by a + Maximum of 32A122 + Switches + + NOTE: One AM02A is required for + each group of 128 Channels + +A122 4-Channel FET AM02 1 60 65 Yes + Multiplexer Switch + +AM03 Mounting Panel and AG01 + Low-Level (differential) AM09 None 60 1,500 Yes + Quick-Disconnect Analog + Input Connectors for + 2-64 Channels + Implemented by a Maximum + of 32-A111 Switches + +AG01 Differential Amplifier None 8 60 1,200 No + +A111 2-Channel Multiplexer AM03 2 40 93 Yes + Switch (guarded James + MicroScan relay) + +AF04B Integrating Digital 3 DW15A 100 1050 18,000 No + Voltmeter Analog + Input Subsystem with + Multiplexer Control + for 10-1000 3-wire + High or Low Level + Differential Analog + Inputs (+-10 mV to +-300V + full scale ranges with + programmable range and + auto-ranging). + Includes mounting panel + for 200 channels + + The AF04B has the + following options: + +AF04S 10-Channel Guarded Reed AF04B 2 40 330 No + Relay Multiplexer Switch + +AF04X Expansion Mounting Panel AF04B 4 60 1,800 No + for 200 Channels (one + required for each + additional 200 channel + group) + + +=SUPPLIES KITS= + +SK15-A For PDP-15/20/30/40 Systems + + Contains 18 Certified DECtapes, 400.00 No + 1 DECtape carrying case, + 250 blue DECtape ribbons, + 2 teletype ribbons, + 2 boxes of form-feed teletype paper, + 1 case of fan fold paper tape, + 4 paper tape plastic storage trays. + +SK15-B For PDP-15/10 Systems + + Contains 2 teletype ribbons, 80.00 No + 2 boxes of rolled, non-perforated + teletype paper, + 1 case of fanfold paper tape, + 6 paper tape plastic storage trays. + + + + + Discount + Price Status +=CABINETS= + +H960-A Free standing cabinet. Includes filter, 650.00 Yes + fan, casters, levelers, rear mounting + panel door, door cover, end panels, and + 63 inch open front. (See Module Products + price list for front options.) + +H961-A H960-A without end panels 430.00 Yes + + +=INPUT/OUTPUT BUS= + +For connecting negative logic devices to the +negative PDP-15 bus (DW15A converted +positive bus). Two required per device. + +BC09A 2 foot 180.00 Yes + 7 foot 190.00 Yes + 15 foot 210.00 Yes + 25 foot 230.00 Yes + +For connecting positive logic devices +to the positive PDP-15 bus. One required +per device. + +BC09B 2 foot 300.00 Yes + 3 foot 301.00 Yes + 4 foot 302.00 Yes + 5 foot 303.00 Yes + 7 foot 305.00 Yes + 10 foot 308.00 Yes + 12 foot 309.00 Yes + 15 foot 310.00 Yes + 25 foot 320.00 Yes + 50 foot 345.00 Yes + 100 foot 395.00 Yes + +For connecting positive logic devices +to the negative PDP-15 bus (DW15A +converted positive bus). One required +per device. + +BC09C 2 foot 400.00 Yes + 3 foot 401.00 Yes + 4 foot 402.00 Yes + 5 foot 403.00 Yes + 7 foot 405.00 Yes + 10 foot 408.00 Yes + 12 foot 409.00 Yes + 15 foot 410.00 Yes + 25 foot 420.00 Yes + 50 foot 445.00 Yes + 100 foot 495.00 Yes + + +=NOTES:= + + 1. Only one of each peripheral controller may be attached to a PDP-15 system. + Multiple controllers are available through Computer Special Systems. + + 2. Mixtures of core with and without parity not allowed. + + 3. Only one DW15A required per PDP-15 system. + + 4. DW15A required for PDP-15 systems only. No prerequisites for PDP-9 or 9/L. + + 5. Four LT19D peripheral controllers may be attached to a PDP-15 system. + + 6. Table-top unit. + + 7. PC15 is required if system software is to operate in more than 8K. + If software is not required, PC15 is not required. + + 8. 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JOHNSTON, 98, CHEAPSIDE, for the Author, 12, +King-Street, Portman-Square, and sold by all Booksellers. + + + + +ADDRESS TO THE READER. + + +That Chemistry is one of the most sublime sciences is generally +acknowledged; to it may be ascribed the brilliant discoveries lately +made in the arts and sciences, and without whose aid the wonderful +phenomena, which are the subject of the following pages, could never +have been discovered. The Author has for some time observed the wonder +occasioned by the introduction of the chemical _Fulminating Objects_ +to the Public: they are indeed objects of wonder, and when it is +considered how trifling a portion of matter it requires to produce +effects so surprising, we cannot but hail that science as truly grand, +which can create such rare productions, from what we daily handle, with +such safety and unconcern, and without which we should be at a loss to +carry on our intercourse in trade; I mean Silver, which is the basis of +all the objects presented to view. I have long seen with astonishment +the manufacture of these objects, and the knowledge of that manufacture +confined to very few persons, and I considered that it could not but be +very much wished by all who had witnessed these astonishing +productions, to acquire a true knowledge of how, and by what means, +they were produced; I therefore examined them minutely, and having +discovered their composition, I have given them to the Public in an +entire and perfect form, accompanied with patterns of the most +difficult, and have enlarged them by several objects of my own +invention. That they will be found an innocent amusement, as well as a +safeguard, need not be doubted, and also tend to exemplify the +astonishing powers of Chemistry, the study of which I would earnestly +recommend to all who have not studied that science, and to those who +have, to continue it with a steady perseverance. It is a study in +itself truly sublime, it is highly conducive to morality, and tends +most materially to convince every wavering or doubting mind, that the +world we inhabit, and all its necessaries, its conveniences, its +luxuries, and its blessings, are the work of that Divine Author + + "Who sees, with equal eye, as God of all, + A hero perish, or a sparrow fall." + + _Pope._ + +Having said thus much, I can only assure my reader, that by adhering to +the rules I have laid down in the following pages, they may enjoy a +rational and innocent employment of time, and be able to inform learned +enquirers the nature and properties of the objects of their leisure +hours' amusement, and that it may inspire them with a thirst for nearer +acquaintance with chemical truths, is the sincere wish of + +THE AUTHOR. + +_March 1, 1818._ + + + + +_GENERAL_ + +OBSERVATIONS. + + +In pointing out the method of forming the Fulminating objects I have +endeavoured to be as explicit as possible; and I feel a confidence that +every necessary information is here contained. + +The reason why I sometimes mention Fulminating Silver, and at others +preface it by Brugnatelli's, is, that there are two kinds: one sold +under the name of Fulminating Silver, the other called Brugnatelli's +Fulminating Silver. The quantities here directed for each object must +be strictly adhered to, as it is of too dangerous a nature to be +increased in quantity, without the risk of accident. I must also beg +great care will be observed in handling it, both before and after the +objects are manufactured: with a trifling degree of caution, no +accident can possibly occur; all that is required is to avoid heat and +friction, as either in excess produces instant detonation. It is also +necessary to guard against exploding the objects near the eyes; these +precautions observed, no danger need be apprehended. + +The best place to purchase the principal materials are the +undermentioned places: for the Fulminating Silver, and Brugnatelli's +Ditto, is Messrs. Accum and Garden, Old Compton-Street, London, and +every other Manufacturing Chemist; the glass globes, of all sizes, are +to be had of F. Pastorelli, Barometer and Thermometer Manufacturer, No. +4, Cross-Street, Hatton-Garden, London. The spiders are to be had of +most glass blowers--for the cards, &c. every one is aware where to +apply. + +The glass composition is made as follows: take one ounce of gum arabic, +and dissolve it in a quarter of a pint of water, boil it till tolerably +thick, and then add as much coarse powdered glass as will form a very +thick composition. + +N.B. When the glass composition cannot be conveniently obtained, glass +paper may be used, pasted in the same way as directed for the +composition. + + + + +COMPLETE ART, &c. + + + + +THE LACE, + +_Or Girt of Security_. + + +The Lace or Girt is made of strong brace-web, after the manner and size +of the paper pattern enclosed; the parts marked with ink are to be +covered with the glass composition, to be laid on tolerably thick--say +the thickness of a three shilling piece, and about an eighth of an inch +broad in each place; let it remain until quite dry, and then sew it in +like manner as the pattern, and from one to one grain and a half of +Fulminating Silver to be enclosed in the part marked S; a piece of +paper or silk well pasted on one side is then to be wrapped twice round +in the same manner as the paper in the pattern is pinned; a strong +lace-hole is then to be worked at each end--the manner of applying it +is to hang it on two hooks, one on the door post, and the other on the +door, taking care to place the part in such a position as to come in +contact with the edge of the door, on its being opened, which will +cause an immediate explosion louder than a musket. Hooks may also be +placed on windows or shutters, and the Lace being hung on them will +produce the same effect: a greater safeguard against midnight intruders +has never been discovered. + + + + +FULMINATING + +LETTERS. + + +The letter inclosed is a pattern of the manner in which they are put +together, an examination of which will give the true idea to every +attentive observer: a sheet of paper should be used doubled, and cut +according to pattern; two slips of parchment must be used instead of +those of paper, as enclosed in the pattern letter. The ends marked with +Ink must be slightly covered with glass composition, and about an +eighth of an inch wide, they must then be laid separately to dry, and +when quite dry they must be sewn at one edge as shewn in the pattern, +you must then put one third of a grain of Brugnatelli's Fulminating +Silver in between the parts marked S, a piece of coloured paper or +ribbon is then to be pasted well on one side, and wound twice round in +the same way as the paper is now pinned round. The parchment slips thus +prepared, must be pasted at each end for about an inch, and so fastened +to the letter marked with a cross; the letter is then to be folded, and +no further sealing is required. + +It must here be observed, that although the pattern is in miniature, +the directions here given are intended for a common size letter; all +that is required to make it so, being to use longer strips of +parchment, taking care that the parchment is always as long as the +letter is wide. This letter may be sent to any part of the world, and +on its being opened will cause a report nearly as loud as a pistol: it +is consequently well adapted to prove a never-failing source of +amusement. + + + + +_FULMINATING_ + +BALLS & BOMBS. + + +The ball comprises a glass globe rather larger than a pea, having a +small aperture, into which should be put from one third to half a grain +of Brugnatelli's Fulminating Silver: a piece of paper is then to be +pasted carefully all over the ball, in order to cover the glass and +prevent the escape of the Silver.--The method of using the balls is to +throw them down smartly, or to place one under the ball of the heel and +tread hard upon it, which causes an explosion equal to a pistol and +free from danger; the latter method of using them is generally +preferred, and is assuredly the most certain. + + * * * * * + +A Bomb consists of the same materials as a ball, only on a larger +scale: the globe for a bomb is the size of a common nut, and the +quantity of Brugnatelli's Fulminating Silver is from one grain to one +grain and a half, according to the report wished to be produced. The +way of applying bombs is by throwing them down with violence, and it +should here be remembered that this is the less exceptionable method of +using them: they should on no occasion be used, without apprising the +bye-standers, nor must they ever be pressed on by the foot; as the +shock produced by the detonation would be rather too violent. + + + + +FULMINATING + +SPIDERS. + + +The Spider is formed after the manner of the common spider, it has a +glass body, into which is put one third of a grain of fulminating +silver. The manner of using: being formed in every respect so as to +resemble the spider, they may be left on the ground, in closets, or on +any article of wearing apparel, from whence they will consequently soon +be dislodged, and from the natural antipathy towards this disagreeable +insect, there can be no doubt of its being soon trod upon, when, to the +no small surprise of the treader, a report equal to that of a pistol +will be produced.--Many persons apply them to Ladies' Dresses, but from +the well-known delicacy of female nerves, it were better perhaps to +abstain from this experiment. Observe, the spiders cannot be exploded +but by pressure, which is best done by the foot. + + + + +FULMINATING + +CARDS & SEGARS. + + +The Card is of the pattern herein enclosed; it must be opened at one +end with a pen-knife, as here shewn, into which opening put one-fourth, +or one-third of a grain at most, of Fulminating Silver; the edges are +then to be pasted slightly, and closed together; a notch should also be +cut at the other end, as in the pattern. When dry it will be complete +for use. The manner of using, is to take it by the notched end, and +light the square end at the candle, when a sharp detonation +ensues.--The Card should be three quarters of an inch wide, and from +four to five inches in length. Cards thus prepared, have long sold in +Paris under the denomination of "Detonating Cards." + + * * * * * + +The SEGAR is made by just opening the end of a common Segar, (which may +be had at all Tobacconists) and gently placing within it one-fourth of +a grain of Fulminating Silver between the leaves, the end is then to be +closed again, and care taken to close it, so as to prevent the Powder +falling out. This, on being set fire to, causes a loud explosion, and +not a little disconcerts the nerves of the smoker; nor does it fail to +move the risible features of the lookers-on. + + * * * * * + +The Segar, when exploded, may be smoked with perfect safety. + + + + +_Fulminating Pins._ + + +Take one third of a grain of Brugnatelli's Fulminating Silver, and +enclose in a very small fold of paper; this enclose in a second paper, +which has been previously pasted, and then let it be wrapped 2 or 3 +times round a common pin, observing to leave the point clear.--Pins, +thus prepared, may be stuck in the wick of the candle, in the candle +itself, or thrown into the fire, and immediately on their taking fire a +loud explosion will follow. + +Observe, not to place them too near any person's eyes, least, on an +explosion, the pins should be thrown out, which might prove unpleasant. + + + + +_FULMINATING_ + +WAX TAPERS. + + +These Tapers are prepared by taking off a small part of the wax, near +the tip of the wick, and putting one-third of a grain of Fulminating +Silver in the wick, then replace the wax, and on its taking fire, a +loud Detonation will be produced. + + + + +FULMINATING + +GARTERS. + + +The garter is formed of common tape, or of the common worsted binding, +which should not exceed the length and breadth of the enclosed pattern; +the parts marked with ink are to be covered with the glass composition +in the same manner as directed for the Lace of Security; suffer it to +remain till quite dry, and then sew it together as in the pattern; half +a grain of the Fulminating Silver is then to be placed between the +parts marked S, and a piece of paper or ribbon, well pasted on one +side, is to be wrapped twice round in the same way as directed for the +lace. The manner of applying it is, to take one end in each hand, and +by suddenly pulling it, a loud report will be given, equal to a large +pistol.--This experiment may also be performed by offering one end to +another person, and requesting them to pull against you, or by giving +them the garter, and desiring them to use it as first directed. Keep +the garter below the eyes. + + + + +_Fulminating Chairs_ + + +Are thus prepared: Enclose half a grain of Brugnatelli's Fulminating +Silver in a piece of glass paper, and that should be again enclosed in +a square piece of tinfoil; this doubled in a very small compass may be +placed immediately under the foot of a chair, and the chair placed very +lightly upon it, or pasting it would be much better; be careful to +stand the chair down very gently: on any one's setting down on a chair +so prepared, a loud Detonation will follow.--This experiment is +particularly innocent, and may be productive of much mirth. + + + + +FULMINATING + +_DRAWERS_. + + +The preparation for the drawers is the same as used for the chairs: it +should be pasted directly under the drawer, or on the side; if the +drawer be left partly open, the effect will more certainly be produced: +on the drawer being opened or shut, a loud explosion will be caused. +This experiment is also perfectly harmless, and as there could be no +suspicion of the trick, it cannot fail to prove the source of much +amusement, to create great surprise, and to cause many whimsical +conjectures as to the origin of the wonderful phenomenon. + + + + +_FULMINATING_ + +SNUFFERS. + + +One fourth of a grain of Fulminating Silver is to be inclosed in a +small piece of paper, and put inside the snuffers; on the snuffers +being applied to the candle, a smart report will follow. Be careful to +notice, that the snuffers are quite cold when the paper is introduced, +as the heat would cause it to explode sooner than might be thought +agreeable. + + + + +FULMINATING + +BOOTS & SHOES. + + +These are prepared by enclosing half a grain of Brugnatelli's +Fulminating Silver in a fold of glass paper, and pasting it in the +middle of a piece of court plaster; if the edges of the court plaster +are then slightly wet, it will adhere, and must be placed in the middle +of the heel of a boot or shoe, and by being pressed upon will detonate +loudly. Observe, it must be fastened on the outside of the heel. + +This experiment may be easily accomplished, while you are left alone, +in any apartment where boots or shoes are kept, and would cause a +tolerable degree of astonishment to the wearer, on his placing his foot +to the ground. + + + + +FULMINATING + +_PIPE LIGHTS_. + + +These lights are made by inserting one-third of a grain of Fulminating +Silver, in one end of a piece of hemp-stalk, in the same way as +directed for the Segars. A piece of stout deal shaving might be used, +prepared in the same manner as directed for the Fulminating Cards. Be +careful to notice, that, whatever is used, has some particular mark +attached to it, so as to point out which end is to be lighted. + + + + +_FULMINATING_ + +WALKING STICKS. + + +These may be made by inclosing half a grain of Brugnatelli's +Fulminating Silver in a small fold of glass paper, and putting it into +a ferule, which ferule may be placed gently on the stick; and on its +being applied to the ground, a loud explosion will take place. + + * * * * * + +A vast number of other Fulminating objects might be prepared by the +same means as here used, as it must have been observed, the Silver +detonates either by friction or heat. But great attention must be paid +to the quantity of Fulminating Silver used, as very unpleasant +consequences might arise from the use of too large a quantity; and on +the other hand, no effect produced by too small a quantity; but from +one fourth to half a grain will most commonly be found quite sufficient +for those purposes that require handling; and here again let me impress +it on the mind, how necessary it is to pay attention to the quantities +I have here specified for each object: and let me request that it may +in no one instance be exceeded. + + +FINIS. + + +_Printed by T. Hamblin, Garlick Hill, Thames Street._ + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37295.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37295.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ad9b3477d94ac921d82ed4043ff7c63c73c33284 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37295.txt @@ -0,0 +1,230 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Harry Lame and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | Transcriber's notes: | + | | + | The scans on which this e-book was based have been generously made| + | available by the Internet Archive. | + | | + | The original text has been preserved for this e-book, including | + | (minor) inconsistencies (for example, right-hand v. right hand). | + | | + | The footnote has been moved to directly underneath the section it | + | refers to. | + | | + | Transcription used in this e-text: italics in the original are | + | presented here between underscores, as in _text_; small capitals | + | in the original document are presented here as ALL CAPITALS. | + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + +Apiary Inspection. + +Bulletin No. 7A. + +The Commonwealth of Massachusetts. + +STATE BOARD OF AGRICULTURE. + + +SOFT CANDY FOR BEES. + +BY DR. BURTON N. GATES. + + +FROM THE SIXTY-FIRST ANNUAL REPORT OF THE STATE BOARD OF AGRICULTURE. + +[Illustration] + +BOSTON: + +WRIGHT & POTTER PRINTING CO., STATE PRINTERS, + +32 DERNE STREET. + +1914. + + + + +APPROVED BY + +THE STATE BOARD OF PUBLICATION. + + + + +SOFT CANDY FOR BEES. + + + THE SO-CALLED "FULLER CANDY" FOR QUEEN CAGES, TRANSPORTATION OF + COMBLESS COLONIES, STIMULATIVE AND GENERAL FEEDING. + +The well-informed beekeeper has learned that it is unwise and hazardous +to feed under any circumstances honey in any form, even though it be +from his own apiary. There have been many sad and general infections +with bee diseases by such unguarded feeding. Thus it has become almost +an axiom, "Feed no honey." Consequently, substitutes have necessarily +been adopted and among these are sugar syrups of various dilutions and +compositions; "hard candy," which is virtually a taffy; and recently, +the so-called "Fuller candy," which is a soft fondant, not dissimilar to +the fondant of chocolate creams. + +For several years Mr. Fuller of Blackstone, Mass., as well as others, +has been experimenting with this modified English candy, which should +not harden beyond usefulness. Beekeepers of Massachusetts and elsewhere +about the country have found it advantageous to use this as a substitute +for honey or syrup. So numerous are the inquiries and satisfactory the +results, that it seems desirable to prepare information in printed form. + +The soft candy has numerous advantages and possibilities. It is found +to be a most satisfactory stimulative feed; a food for bees in transit, +either full colonies on combs, in combless packages, or for queens in +mailing cages. It is also found satisfactory and advantageous as winter +stores. Colonies have been observed to leave natural stores for the +candy. This has occurred in colonies out of doors or in the cellar +during winter, as well as with colonies which are flying. Some of the +advantages of the candy are the ease with which it is handled or +supplied; the fact that it may be made up in quantities and stored until +needed for use; its failure to excite robbing; the ability to provision +colonies with known amounts or weights; and its freedom from bee disease +infection. It is furthermore found to be economical, there being no +waste by evaporation or spilling, as is the case with liquid feeds. It +is proving exceedingly practical in all feeding purposes and methods. + +The candy may be made in any degree of hardness or softness, according +to the preference of the individual or the needs of the season. As is +inferred above, it may be made and stored for months and even years if +properly handled. It may be molded in pulp, or wooden pie-plates, +shallow tins or specially constructed feeders (see Figs. 1 and 2), +"division-board feeders," overhead or super feeders, or boards may be +nailed to the side of a frame and the candy poured and molded within the +frame, allowing this to be hung in the hive adjacent to the cluster. +With the candy may be mixed pollen substitutes, but these are as yet in +the experimental stage, and their efficiency or satisfactoriness is +uncertain. + +The latest formula or recipe for the cream, or soft candy, fondant, +which is practically a confectioner's recipe, is as follows:-- + + 12 pounds granulated sugar. + + 1-1/2 pounds liquid glucose.[1] + + 1-1/4 quarts water (equals 40 ounces, which equals 5 cupfuls). + + 1/4 teaspoonful (about) cream of tartar, added when the + temperature reaches about 230 deg. F. or 110 deg. C. + + Boil to 238 deg. F. or 114.4 deg. C. + + [1] Granular or crystal glucose may be used, mixing it with the + usual amount of water. It may be desirable to modify the amount of + glucose. + +The measurements should be accurate. + +A wooden paddle whittled about a foot long, with a 2-inch blade, is +found to be superior to a spoon in stirring or beating the candy. + +A confectioner's thermometer is an advantage. Those experienced in +making maple sugar may dispense with the thermometer, although more +accurate results are obtained by using it. + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.--These are the usual and convenient types of +candy box or feeder. The right-hand one is placed as it would appear on +the top of the frames. Notice that one end is slightly elevated. To its +left is a box of candy, which is darker, being made with "Coffee A" +sugar; the glass side of this faces out, as also in the upper box. The +box at the extreme left shows the surface of white candy, made with +granulated sugar; it also shows the projection which tilts the box. Upon +it is a pie plate filled with the candy, which may be inverted upon the +frames. (Author's illustration.)] + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.--Molds in the form of division-board feeders +(left-hand mold filled with candy; right hand, empty). The lower frames +are the standard Langstroth dimensions; the upper are Benton nuclei +frames. The central box shows the position of a feeder on top of the +frames. (Author's illustration.)] + +As soon as the sugar has begun to dissolve, _prior to boiling_, the +spoon or paddle used in stirring should be removed from the kettle. _The +candy should not be stirred while cooking_; to do it will cause a coarse +grain. Remove from the stove and cool to 125 deg.-130 deg. F. (or 51.6 deg.-54.4 deg. +C.), when the specified boiling point has been reached. While cooling, +in order to equalize the temperature, the mass may be stirred; or +preferably, when cooled to the specified degree, it should be stirred +until it commences to grain. Mr. Fuller's directions are to stir +vigorously until the mass appears in color and consistency like boiled +starch or paste. At once pour into molds or feeders and cool. + +_Fine-grain Fondant for Queen Cages._--Another way to cool the candy is +to prepare a marble slab 2 or 3 feet square with bars of square iron, +making a form. The candy may be poured upon the marble, and with broad +putty knives, similar to those used by paper hangers, the mass may be +beaten or worked upon the marble. Experience teaches that this, which is +virtually a confectioner's method, produces a finer grain and usually a +whiter fondant than when stirred in the kettle. This is the process in +preparing candy for use in queen mailing cages, or the transportation of +bees. By it, a firmer consistency is usually obtained. + +As a warning or explanation it may be said that the higher the +temperature at which the candy is boiled the harder it will become; +consequently, by varying the boiling point at which the candy is removed +from the stove, the hardness or softness of the product may be governed. +Furthermore, as is the experience of confection makers, candy should be +boiled to one or two degrees higher on cloudy or humid days than on a +clear, dry day. By means of a thermometer and a little experience, these +features are readily learned. + +_Storing the Candy._--The fondant is best stored in earthen crocks, +either as a mass or in the feeders. These preserve the normal moisture. +Over the mass should be placed a sheet of paraffin paper upon which is a +moist cloth or towel. The crock should be covered. Queen-cage candy +should always be kept in this way in order to preserve its consistency. +Similarly, candy molded in feeders may be stored in large crocks or +tins. + +_Remaking the Candy._--If at any time the candy hardens from any cause, +either in making, storage or in use, it may be softened by the +application of a few drops of water. Furthermore, it may be removed from +the molds and recooked to the desired consistency. To recook, add a +small amount of water and boil as before. + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.--When the bees of a strong colony eat up the +candy almost entirely, they not infrequently build combs, and have been +known even to rear brood, in the box. This shows (upper part of the +picture, in corners) the remaining candy upon which the bees were still +at work, also having attached combs to the glass. Some beekeepers have +removed such a box of combs and brood, starting there from a new colony. +In order to get the correct relation of the picture, hold it directly +above your head. The combs will then appear pendulous from the glass, +and in their correct position, as if lifted off from the tops of the +frames.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Soft Candy for Bees, by Dr. Burton N. 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Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Cover] + + 1102 + + THE + COCHINEAL. + + New York: + + General Protestant Episcopal Sunday School Union; + Depository, Press Buildings, No. 46 Lumber-Street, + in rear of Trinity Church. + + _Printed at the Protestant Episcopal Press, + No. 46 Lumber-Street._ + + + + +THE COCHINEAL. + + +As I was one day studying in the same room with my little son, a child +of ten years old, he turned towards me, and pointed to a little insect +which was crawling on a sheet of paper. + +"Look, papa," said he, "look at that insect; how small it is! See how +it moves its feet--how wonderful that GOD should have made this little +creature!" + +_Father._ It is a little cochineal.[A]--Wait; I will bring my +microscope, and we shall see many more wonderful things. + +_Child._ Make haste, or it will fly away. + +I put the insect between two glasses, and thus prevented it from +escaping, without restraining it from moving its limbs. To the naked +eye, it did not look at all remarkable: its back was of a brown +colour, spotted with black and white, and the under part of its body +was gray. But no sooner had I placed it in the focus of the +microscope, than I was filled with wonder and admiration. The back, +which before appeared unworthy of notice, now displayed the most +perfect and beautiful appearance. The colour, which appeared brown to +the naked eye, now presented a variety of feathers or scales of the +same size and shape, polished, brilliant, distinct, and arranged in +far more exact order than the tiles on the best built roof. The ground +was formed of beautiful white scales, surrounded by a border of +polished black and blue scales of the same description. A black line +divided the back into two equal parts. + +"How marvellously wise and powerful is the LORD!" exclaimed I. "Who +would believe that so many beauties, and such a variety of exquisite +workmanship, had been bestowed on this little, despicable insect? Oh, +how great is our GOD!" + +The child was impatient to judge for himself. He approached the +microscope, and gazed in silence for some moments. At length, raising +his head, and fixing his eyes upon me with an expression of wonder and +astonishment--"Oh! papa," exclaimed he, "is not this beautiful? How +beautiful!" repeated he, raising his hands. "How powerful GOD must be +to give this little insect, which attracts so little attention, such a +beautiful coat! Did you see its scales, its neck, its head, and its +glittering horns? It looks like glass on polished gold. How beautiful! +how beautiful!" + +_Father._ My dear boy, since our heavenly Father is so great, so +powerful, and so wise; since he takes such care of this little insect +which crawls upon the ground; think how great must be his care of his +own children, whom he loved so much as to give his well-beloved SON to +die for them, that they might be saved, from eternal death! + +_Child._ Yes; our Saviour himself says that his children 'are of more +value than many sparrows;' so they must be of more value than this +little insect: and since it has received, and does all the while +receive from GOD, its food and its rich and beautiful clothing, surely +the same GOD will feed and clothe us also! My dear papa, are we not +very happy in having seen this insect, since it has shown us the power +and goodness of the LORD? + +_Papa._ Yes, my dear; let us thank GOD for thus enlarging our views of +his goodness and infinite wisdom. How good GOD is, thus to fill our +hearts with confidence, to assure us of his guardian care, and to +teach us that he sees, protects, and preserves us! + +I now turned the microscope, that we might examine the cochineal on +the other side; it was equally beautiful and perfect. The side legs, +which were so disposed as to balance the body, and make its motions +easy, were partly covered with scales, like those on the back; but +they were much smaller and more flexible. There were no scales near +the joints, and the legs were fastened to the body with such exactness +that it was impossible to perceive the smallest defect, even by means +of the strongest lens. Its light and delicate limbs moved with the +greatest ease, and with most astonishing regularity. + +"How wonderful is even one of its legs!" said I; "could the most skilful +artist or human mechanic imitate it, even in the clumsiest manner? Could +the most learned man give motion and life to this little creature?" + +_Child._ And yet some people say that all this is done by chance; is +this possible, papa? + +_Father._ My dear, there is no such thing as _chance_. GOD made the +world, and all that it contains. He alone is the Creator and Preserver +of all. Those that say that this insect was made by chance, show that +they have never examined it; and thus they cannot have seen the +powerful hand of GOD. + +_Child._ And what do those mean who say that _nature_ created animals +and plants? + +_Father._ Those who speak so are generally irreligious and ignorant +persons, who, instead of glorifying and blessing GOD as their Creator +and Preserver, never mention his name in their works or conversation; +and thus, instead of saying, 'GOD made this or that,' they say 'Nature +made' such things. + +_Child._ GOD then made every thing? + +_Father._ Yes, every thing, except what is bad. + +_Child._ This must be true: GOD created us, and preserves us every +moment. Yet few think of him, or speak of him. How does this happen, +papa? + +_Father._ My dear child, our hearts are naturally turned away from GOD. +Sin is the cause of this sad state: it separates our hearts from our +Father and Creator. We do not wish to own that he preserves and takes +care of us--supplies our wants, and gives us all things we enjoy. + +_Child._ Oh, papa! how few love GOD, and trust in him as they ought! + +_Father._ The true children of GOD alone really love him, desire to +please him, and sincerely trust in his goodness. Yes, my child, till +we are true Christians, till we are renewed and changed by the SPIRIT +OF GOD, we are like this little insect. We receive life, motion, food, +and clothing from him, but we seldom think of him; and we do not even +thank him for all his gifts. + +_Child._ I think, papa, that those who forget GOD are not even so good +as this little insect; for it at least does nothing wrong, while they +are wicked, obstinate, proud, and ungrateful. + +_Father._ You are right, my dear child. The sinner is not so good as +this insect. How thankful should we then be that our Saviour has +redeemed us from sin, and has made us children of GOD, by uniting us +for ever to himself? + +_Child._ Yes, we know that GOD is our Father, and that he loves us. I +am sure he takes care of me, since he has given his SON to save me. +What a good Father! what a kind Saviour! + +_Father._ Continue to love this good Saviour, my dear child; and +always remember the words of St. Paul:--"He who spared not his own +Son, but gave him up to the death for us all, shall he not with him +also freely give us all things?" Remember the cochineal, which is so +wonderfully formed by the LORD, and seek, above all things, the +blessing of the all-wise, powerful, and good GOD, who never forgets +you, and who is, through JESUS CHRIST, your heavenly Father. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE GREAT AND GOOD GOD. + + + How wonderful this rolling ball + Of earth, that bears me now! + And, O! thou mighty GOD of all, + How wonderful art Thou! + + (And what is this vast world to thee, + With all its sea and land? + Just what a pebble is _to me_, + Or e'en a grain of sand.) + + And may a simple child address + So great and high a King? + And will he notice, will he bless + So mean a little thing? + + And may I hope his love to win, + Before his face to stand, + Who holds this spacious world within + The hollow of his hand? + + O yes! for though he is so high, + He makes e'en worms his care; + He will not scorn an infant's cry, + A sinful infant's pray'r. + + + + +Footnote: + + +[Footnote A: Perhaps the young reader would know it better by its more +common name of _lady bird_.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37511.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37511.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6995b91d05540218d7b2ab82dd066b200006db9b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37511.txt @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + THE + CHILD'S + STORY-BOOK. + + [Illustration] + + NEW YORK: + KIGGINS & KELLOGG, + 123 & 125 William St. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY-BOOK. + + + + +THE STAG-HUNT. + + +"Did you ever see any deer?"--"No, did you!"--"Yes, I have a cousin +who keeps a great number of them; he has a nice large park for them to +live in, where they are quite happy. I like to see them there, but I +should not like to see one hunted."--"What! do they ever hunt the +stag?"--"Oh! yes, poor thing, and it runs as long as it has any +strength, and when it can run no longer, its heart breaks, and it +falls down and dies. I wonder how men can be so cruel."--"But are +there any men so cruel as to hunt the stag?"--"Yes, what did you +suppose them to be?"--"Why, dogs, or something of that kind, that have +no more sense. I could not for a moment have thought that men would be +so wicked: what motive can they have for so doing."--"My dear boy, +they think they find pleasure in the chase."--"Pleasure! then, indeed, +they do only think so, for I am sure there can be no real pleasure in +being cruel. Oh! when will that happy time come, when men will be +cruel no more, but will all walk in the footsteps of Jesus Christ." + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE CAT. + + +"Puss went under the grate to-night."--"Did she: what that great cat? +I thought only kittens went under grates."--"And so did I; but, +however, she went."--"I wonder what for?"--"Perhaps to look for a +cricket."--"Have you crickets?"--"Yes; I often hear them chirping as I +sit by the fire at night. Ours is a funny cat; she sometimes goes up +the chimney."--"What, when there is a fire in the grate?"--"O no; the +chimney in the back chamber. I have heard it said that cats do not +love any one, but I am sure our cat does; for whenever I let her come +into my lap, she rubs her head about, and stretches out her claws, and +purrs as loudly as she can. I sometimes try to hear what she says, but +I can make nothing of it; but it matters not what she says, I know she +is happy, and that is enough." + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE LITTLE SHIP. + + +Father has made me a little ship, and I am going to let it sail in this +little pond. Now let us fancy this water to be the north Pacific ocean, +and those pieces of cork on that side to be the Friendly islands, and +this little man in the ship to be Captain Cook going to find them. + +"Do you know where Captain Cook was born?" + +"He was born at Marton, a village in the North Riding of Yorkshire, +England." + + + + +THE BEGGAR. + +[Illustration] + + +"Mamma, I gave a penny to a poor man this morning. Was I a good boy for +so doing?"--"It depends upon the motive you had in view. Did you give it +to him because you thought I should call you a good boy?"--"Because I +thought you would call me a good boy, mamma."--"I am sorry to hear it, +my dear; tell me just what you thought when you gave the penny to the +man."--"Well, mamma, he was sitting by the road-side, and when I +passed him, he held out his hat, and begged for a trifle to get him +something to eat. So I just thought of a penny I had in my pocket, and I +said to myself, 'Now if I give this penny, mamma will call me a good +boy, and then I shall be glad:' and so I gave it to him."--"Now, my +dear, this is what you should have said: 'This old man is very poor, and +I have a penny to spare that will do him good, and he shall have +it.'"--"Ah! mamma, I wish I had thought of that, but I am sure I did not +intend to do wrong. You know, mamma, I love you so dearly, that I strive +to please you in all things."--"Yes, my dear, I know you love me, and I +believe you did not intend to do wrong; but, my dear child, we are so +apt to do things that we may be praised of men, instead of doing all +things to the glory of God. Do you know, my love, that our Lord said in +his sermon on the mount, 'Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, +to be seen of them! otherwise ye have no reward of your Father, which is +in heaven!' You will try to think of this, will you, love?"--"Oh! +dearest mamma, I am sure I will, and I hope that God + + 'Will grant me pardon for the past + And strength for time to come.'" + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ROBIN. + + + "The north winds do blow, + And we shall have snow, + What will poor Robin do till spring, + Poor thing, poor thing! + He will go to the barn, + And keep himself warm, + And put his head under his wing, + Poor thing, poor thing." + +Thus sang little Emily, as she sat one bleak morning looking out from +her mamma's window, watching the faded leaves dance along before the +wind. Do you not know how she felt as she sat that morning, in a snug +parlor, with her high-backed chair placed close against the window, +listening to the whistling of the winds, and looking now and then, +toward the cold dark sky? I am sure I know just how she felt, as she +sang those simple words about the robin, for I have often felt in the +same manner myself. Emily was a tender-hearted child, and she loved +the robin red-breast very dearly: indeed there was not anything which +she did not love; for she often said to her mamma, "Everything +belongs to God; therefore I ought to love everything." And so I +believe she did. On that morning after she had been singing her little +song, she said, "Dear mamma, I wish I could find all the robin +red-breasts in the country, that I might keep them in my chamber +through the wintry season, until the bright spring days return. Then, +mamma, I would throw open the windows, and watch the happy little +creatures spread their wings, and go out into the bright world again." +Was not Emily a kind little girl? + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE WHITE RABBIT. + + +Oh! Susan, I have got such a darling white rabbit as I think you never +saw. I do believe it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world; for I +have only had it given to me this morning, and yet it will eat clover +from my hand, and let me stroke it, or do anything I please; and the +gardener says that he will make a house for it, which his son Thomas +will paint. Papa says, that I am to call my rabbit Snowdrop; and mamma +says, that its eyes are like rubies; and so do come and look at it, +Susan, and you will say as I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit +in the world. + + + + +LITTLE MARY. + + + Little Mary was good, + The weather was fair; + She went with her mother, + To taste the fresh air. + + The birds were singing, + Mary chatted away; + And she felt as merry, + And as happy, as they. + + + + + KIGGINS & KELLOGG, + Publishers, Booksellers, & Stationers, + 123 & 125 William St. + Also Manufacturers of every description of + ACCOUNT BOOKS, + MEMORANDUMS and PASS BOOKS, + a large Stock of which is constantly kept + on hand. 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Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + MOTHER'S SERIES. + + The + BUTTERFLYS' + BALL. + + MC LOUGHLIN BRO'S & CO NEW YORK. + + + + +THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL. + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Butterfly, once, with the Grasshopper gay, + A grand party gave in the middle of May; + So, dear little readers, I'll tell you of all + The guests who were asked to the feast and the ball. + The Gnat was invited, the Dragonfly, too, + And all his relations, green, orange, and blue; + The Wasp, and Cockchafer, the Beetle and Bee; + The stoutly-made Mole, and the Emmet so wee; + +[Illustration] + + The Dormouse, and Snail, with a host more, were there + But their names I can't tell you, I really declare. + The Trumpeter Gadfly (who summoned the crew) + Bade them all come at six, and to time, said, be true: + In answer to which, they with pleasure replied, + That they'd surely be there at the time specified. + In the very best manner (without the least doubt) + The kind-hearted hosts the grand banquet spread out, + +[Illustration] + + Beneath an oak tree, which for ages had stood, + In beauty and pride in the midst of a wood. + A mushroom grew there, which a nice table made, + And a waterdock-leaf for the cloth was soon laid. + When the moment arrived, ready waiting were they + To welcome their friends in the heartiest way; + The first to arrive was the Beetle so black, + Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back; + +[Illustration] + + The Gnat and the Dragonfly next did each bring + His friends; then the Wasp came, without his sharp sting. + The Cockchafer hummed, as he journeyed along, + Some songs he intended to sing to the throng. + The sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole, + And led to the feast his blind cousin, the Mole. + In fact they all came, as they promised to do, + In the picture before you, so plain to the view. + +[Illustration] + + The viands were various; delighted were they; + Some honey the Bee brought, to honor the day. + Said he, "My dear friends, I am far behind time, + But, WORK BEFORE PLAY, is a maxim of mine." + The feast now commenced, they ate and they talked + Of the news of the day, and the distance they'd walked + When the banquet was finished, they said one and all, + That Gaffer Grasshopper must open the ball; + +[Illustration] + + Behold him then, bowing politely, advance + To ask Madam Butterfly with him to dance. + The dancing began, each a partner had got, + Excepting the Snail, who said, dance she could not, + For, fatigued with the distance the length of an ell, + She said she must sleep in her own little shell. + The party was merry,--and well it might be-- + For the Cockchafer sang, and a soft voice had he: + +[Illustration] + + The name of the song I've forgotten completely, + And also the words, but they sounded most sweetly. + The company, charmed, entreated another, + And he favored them, gladly, with "Jack and his brother;" + When ended the song, (it was loudly applauded,) + The dance, for a time, again pleasure afforded, + 'Till slily came on the dark shadows of night, + And the Watchmen, the Glowworms, each showed his bright light; + +[Illustration] + + By the aid of their lanterns, each safely reached home; + For some from a very great distance had come. + Recollect, little readers, the saying is true, + And I think, when you read it, you'll all say so too: + That "EARLY TO BED AND EARLY TO RISE + MAKE ALL BECOME HEALTHY, WEALTHY AND WISE." + + + + +Picture Books FOR Little Children + +For Sale at all Book Stores. + +66 Different kinds, for Six Cents Each. + + +MOTHER'S SERIES. + +16mo. 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Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + No. 435 IV. SERIES. + + THE BROKEN BOUGH. + + Revised by the Committee of Publication of the American + Sunday-school Union. + + AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION. + PHILADELPHIA: + 146 Chestnut Street. + + + + + THE + BROKEN BOUGH. + + Revised by the Committee of Publication, of the American Sunday + school Union. + + _PHILADELPHIA_: + AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION, + No. 146 Chestnut Street. + + + + +THE BROKEN BOUGH. + +[Illustration] + + +"What a beautiful afternoon it is!" said little Charles to his brother +on a fine Sunday in the month of May, as they both rose from their +seat in the class to return home. "It is, indeed," replied John, as he +peeped through the old casement window of the school, and saw the +pretty lambs feeding in the broad green meadow in the distance; "it +is, indeed, and a fine walk we shall have in the orchard, too." + +Now, little Charles loved his school and his teacher also; but the +thought of going home had its own peculiar charms, for he loved his +dear father and mother, and his little sister Jane: and now he +thought, "I shall soon be home, and tell them all that my teacher has +told me." Indeed, the children in the class had spent a very happy +day; for Mr. Fulton, their teacher, was so kind, and took such pains +to make the lessons plain, that all his scholars loved his company; +some of them even said that they had never seen the beauties that were +in the Bible until he taught them. + +They had been repeating that afternoon those verses in the 15th +chapter of John's gospel, in which the Saviour compares himself to a +vine, and his disciples to the branches. As the orchards were all in +full blossom, Mr. Fulton reminded his scholars of the beautiful change +which had taken place in the appearance of the trees within the last +few weeks. He said, that though their growth and beauty arose partly +from the vegetable life which God had given them, and partly from the +sun's warm rays, and gentle dews and showers, yet that both their life +and growth must be attributed to God. + +When they had done reading Mr. Fulton said, "You see, my dear +children, that the vine is intended to represent the Redeemer, the +Lord Jesus Christ; through whom spiritual life is conveyed to his +people, who are as the branches in the vine. Let me impress this truth +upon your minds, that they who are made partakers of this life, are as +much dependent on Christ to maintain its existence, as the branch is +dependent on the vine for continued nourishment and support." + +It is delightful to a teacher to find that his scholars are attentive; +and Mr. Fulton was much pleased by a remark from John, who said, "I +think, sir, the trees seem to explain the observation which you made +this afternoon, that all the followers of Christ love to follow his +example, and may be known by their fruit or conduct; for, sir, I see +that all the branches of a tree bear the same kind of blossoms, and +those of each sort of tree differ from all others." "That is quite +true," said Mr. Fulton: "I am glad you notice these things; for they +are both pleasing and instructive. But there is another lesson which +may be gathered from the trees, and it is this, that although the +branches differ much in size and strength, and therefore very much in +the number of the blossoms seen upon them, yet the smallest will go on +increasing until it may, in time, become very large. Thus you, though +now so young, and like the tender twigs upon the trees, with here and +there a blossom, will, I trust, as years roll on, grow up both strong +and fruitful in the ways of God." + +Their teacher was about to say something more on the same subject, but +the school-bell rang to prepare for an address: the children then put +by their Bibles, and stood up to sing that pretty hymn: + + "How sweet the precious Saviour's words. + What solid joy this truth affords + To those who early pray; + They shall the heavenly boon obtain, + And Jesus and his favour gain, + Who walk in wisdom's way." + +After the address, they sang another hymn, and then the school was +closed with prayer. + +It was at this time that little Charles and John began the +conversation I have mentioned, about their walk in the orchard on +their way home; and as Mr. Fulton overheard them, and had been +interrupted in his remarks by the ringing of the school-bell, he thus +addressed them: "My dear boys, as I am going up the green lane towards +your father's house, we will all walk through the orchard together; +and perhaps I may there find something to supply a better explanation +of this day's lesson, than I have yet given you." + +The little boys were both much pleased with Mr. Fulton's offer, and +wishing their school-fellows good-by, set off with him towards their +home. + +As they walked through the meadows, and saw the young lambs feeding +with their flocks, and noticed their shepherd who watched them, Mr. +Fulton called their attention to the language of King David in Ps. +xxiii., where he speaks with such confidence in the Divine protection +and care, and says, "The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want." Now, +as both John and Charles seemed to be much pleased when their teacher +referred them to this very beautiful psalm, he proceeded to say, "You +see, my dear boys, that every one of the sheep in the flock is equally +the object of the shepherd's care; and there is not a lamb, however +young or weakly, but he is anxious for its safety. Just so, the Lord +is the Shepherd and Keeper of his people; for it is said of him, 'He +shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with +his arm, and carry them in his bosom,' (Isa. xl. 11;) and if you are +his disciples, he will protect you as the lambs of his flock." + +Here Charles, who had seen some of the lambs pass through an opening +in the hedge, and wander from the fold unseen by the shepherd, said to +his teacher, "But the lambs of Christ's flock must be more secure than +these, sir; for this shepherd cannot see all his flock at once, +although he may wish to do so: but you told us, last Sunday, that +those who love the Saviour, however young or poor, are each as much +the object of his care, as if there were no others in the world." "I +am very glad to find you remember that remark," said his teacher; +"for, as you grow up in life, you may find it a comfort to think, with +Jacob,'He knoweth the way that I take;' and to adopt the language of +David as your own,'I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy +servant: for I do not forget thy commandments.'" Ps. cxix. 176. + +By this time they had again entered the green lane, from which they +had departed to pursue the path across the meadow; and having gone +over the stile by the village church, they entered the orchard through +which Charles and John had expected such a pleasant walk. + +I do not wonder at their wishing to go home that way, for the trees were +all so full of beautiful pink and white blossoms, and the birds sang so +sweetly as they hopped from twig to twig, or fluttered on the branches, +that you could not have been there without rejoicing with them. + +It was not long before Mr. Fulton invited the attention of his +scholars to a little apple tree, on every twig of which were buds and +blossoms. The two little boys, on seeing it, cried out together, "O, +what a beautiful tree!" to which their teacher replied by saying, "And +I hope you will be like it." This remark surprised them both, +especially little Charles, who looked at his teacher as if he would +inquire, "How can I be like this tree?" He was not kept long waiting, +however, for Mr. Fulton, observing his astonishment, explained himself +by saying, "I wish that, as this little tree has so early put forth +blossoms, so you both, my dear boys, may begin, while young, to show +that you are His, who said, 'I love them that love me, and those who +seek me early shall find me.'" Prov. viii. 17. + +As they walked onward, the grass beneath the trees was strewed in some +places with blossoms, which the recent thunder-storm had broken off; +and whilst the little boys stooped to pick up some of them, +exclaiming, "What a pity! what a pity!" their teacher availed himself +of that opportunity, also, to teach them a lesson. "It is a pity," +said he; "for each of them might have become a fine rosy apple; but +they will not have fallen off in vain, if we learn this truth from the +circumstance, that death sometimes calls away those who have scarcely +yet begun to live to God. But it is cheering to see a young tree +promising to be fruitful; and it is much more pleasing to see young +persons likely to bear the fruits of wisdom and goodness." + +"I remember, sir," said John, "that last year our pear tree was full +of blossoms; but father said the blight had killed them." "Yes, my +dear boy," said Mr. Fulton, "storms, and tempests, and blights also +frequently disappoint our fondest expectations: so also there are +moral blights, as I have sometimes told you in the class at school. +You both remember poor George King, the orphan boy; how well he said +his lessons, and how serious and attentive he was; but when his pious +mother died, he fell into bad company, and is now a sad evidence that +those who associate with the wicked have turned their backs upon the +ways of God. O, then, flee from bad people, bad books, and bad scenes, +as from that which will blight the best interests of your souls." + +Their teacher had never had such a happy opportunity of conversing +with them until now, and as they both seemed to look upon the trees +around them as so many objects from which instruction might be +gathered, he proceeded to point out a circumstance which had before +escaped their notice; it was this, that where the branches had been +sheltered from the passing tempest, there all the blossoms were +unhurt. "Now," said Mr. Fulton to his young companions, "while +thinking of our Saviour's language in this day's lesson, 'I am the +Vine, ye are the branches,' we may learn not only that the life of our +souls must be drawn from him, but that if we bring any fruit to +perfection, it is the result of his most gracious and protecting care." + +[Illustration] + +At this moment, Mr. Fulton's attention was drawn to one of the largest +trees in the orchard, which seemed to surpass all the others in the +beauty and abundance of its blossoms; but the boisterous winds had +broken off a fine bough, one end of which lay spread upon the grass, +whilst the other continued hanging by a long strip of bark which it +had torn away in falling. It must have been some time in this +situation; for the tree was not only full of blossoms, but was putting +forth its green leaves in every direction, whilst, on this poor +branch, there was not a trace of either bud or blossom; but it hung +upon the ground both dry and dead. + +This was too striking an object to be passed by without an +observation; therefore their teacher immediately availed himself of +it, to explain that part of the chapter which his scholars had been +learning, in which the Saviour says "If a man abide not in me, he is +cast forth as a branch, and is withered." + +He felt very anxious also to impress upon their minds that true +religion does not consist in being called a Christian, or in any +outward distinction; but that it is a living principle in the heart. + + "Without the fruit the Lord expects, + Knowledge will make our state the worse; + The barren trees he still rejects, + And soon will blast them with his curse." + +"Now," said Mr. Fulton, "you see, my dear boys, that the broken bough +has no life, because it is severed from the tree, and therefore gets +no sap or moisture from the root. And as our Lord remarks, 'The branch +cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine;' so the +broken bough has not a bud or blossom, whilst the tree is full of +both. You see then that there must be life and union, or there can be +no fruitfulness; and as the root supplies the living sap to all the +branches, so Jesus is the source of life to all his people. It is your +blessing, my dear boys, to have godly parents; but do not think that +this will prove a substitute for true religion in your own souls. See +how the bough hangs to its parent tree by the strip of bark; it is +true, they are not altogether parted; but, whilst the tree is living, +the broken bough is dead. Learn, then, that without an interest in +Christ and union to him, you must perish. No Christian relatives can +save you; their life is drawn from him, but they cannot give that life +to you. It is possible you may have thought yourselves almost +disciples, because you have kept company with those who are such; but +this fellowship, so long as you keep your hearts from Christ, is only +like the strip of bark which holds the broken bough; no life flows +from it. Let us then, on parting, each go home, and pray to Him who +'quickeneth whom he will,' (John v. 21,) to make us indeed living +branches of the true vine." + +[Illustration] + + + + +A HYMN. + + + Another fleeting year + Has fled and passed away, + Since we were taught to worship here, + On this most holy day. + + Years hurry quickly by, + And we are fading too; + And soon the year when we shall die, + Will come upon our view. + + If we are ready then, + For us it will be well; + Removed from this low earth of pain, + With God in heaven to dwell. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37542.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37542.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2bc0fafa657570c78a830b86857d4c5a2fa70cfa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37542.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + Watt's Songs + AGAINST EVIL + + McLOUGHLIN BROS., Publishers, + NEW YORK + + + + +_WATTS' DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS._ + + + + +[Illustration] + +AGAINST PRIDE IN CLOTHES. + + + Why should our garments, made to hide + Our parents' shame, provoke our pride? + The art of dress did ne'er begin + Till Eve our mother learnt to sin. + + When first she put the covering on, + Her robe of innocence was gone; + And yet her children vainly boast + In the sad marks of glory lost. + + How proud we are! how fond to shew + Our clothes, and call them rich and new, + When the poor sheep and silkworms wore + That very clothing long before! + + The tulip and the butterfly + Appear in gayer coats than I: + Let me be dress'd fine as I will, + Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. + + Then will I set my heart to find + Inward adornings of the mind; + Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace, + These are the robes of richest dress. + + No more shall worms with me compare, + This is the raiment angels wear: + The Son of God, when here below, + Put on this blest apparel too. + + It never fades, it ne'er grows old, + Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould: + It takes no spot, but still refines; + The more 'tis worn, the more it shines. + + In this on earth would I appear, + Then go to heaven, and wear it there: + God will approve it in his sight; + 'Tis his own work, and his delight. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE SLUGGARD. + + + 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain, + 'You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!' + As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed + Turn his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. + + 'A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!' + Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number; + And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, + Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands. + + I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, + The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and higher; + The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; + And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. + + I made him a visit, still hoping to find + He had took better care for improving his mind: + He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; + But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. + + Said I then to my heart, 'Here's a lesson for me! + That man's but a picture of what I might be; + But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, + Who have taught me by times to love working and reading!' + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE ANT, OR EMMET. + + + These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! + We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, + Without our regard or concern: + Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school, + There's many a sluggard and many a fool + Some lessons of wisdom might learn. + + They wear not their time out in sleeping or play, + But gather up corn in a sunshiny day, + And for winter they lay up their stores: + They manage their work in such regular forms, + One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, + And so brought their food within doors. + + But I have less sense than a poor creeping Ant, + If I take not due care for the things I shall want, + Nor provide against dangers in time: + When death or old age shall once stare in my face, + What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, + If I trifle away all their prime! + + Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, + Let me think what shall serve me when sickness shall come, + And pray that my sins be forgiven. + Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey; + That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, + I may dwell in a palace in heaven. + + + + +INNOCENT PLAY. + + + Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs + Run sporting about by the side of their dams, + With fleeces so clean and so white; + Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage + When they play all in love, without anger or rage, + How much may we learn from the sight! + + If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; + Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood: + So foul and so fierce are their natures; + But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, + Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, + Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. + + Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, + Should injure another in jesting or play, + For he's still in earnest that's hurt: + How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire; + There's none but a madman will fling about fire, + And tell you "'Tis all but in sport!" + + + + +[Illustration] + +AGAINST EVIL COMPANY. + + + Why should I join with those in play + In whom I've no delight; + Who curse and swear, but never pray; + Who call ill names, and fight? + + I hate to hear a wanton song: + Their words offend my ears: + I should not dare defile my tongue + With language such as theirs. + + Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, + Nor with the scoffers go: + I would be walking with the wise, + That wiser I may grow. + + From one rude boy, that's used to mock, + They learn the wicked jest: + One sickly sheep infects the flock, + And poisons all the rest. + + My God, I hate to walk or dwell + With sinful children here: + Then let me not be sent to hell, + Where none but sinners are. + + + + +[Illustration] + +THE THIEF. + + + Why should I deprive my neighbor + Of his goods against his will? + Hands were made for honest labor, + Not to plunder, or to steal. + + 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving + By such tricks to hope for gain: + All that's ever got by thieving + Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. + + Have not Eve and Adam taught us + Their sad profit to compute, + To what dismal state they brought us + When they stole forbidden fruit? + + Oft we see a young beginner + Practise little pilfering ways, + Till grown up a harden'd sinner, + Then the gallows ends his days. + + Theft will not be always hidden, + Though we fancy none can spy: + When we take a thing forbidden, + God beholds it with his eye. + + Guard my heart, O God of heaven, + Lest I covet what's not mine; + Lest I steal what is not given, + Guard my heart and hands from sin. + + + + +THE ROSE. + + + How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower! + The glory of April and May: + But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, + And they wither and die in a day. + + Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, + Above all the flowers of the field! + When its leaves are all dead and fine colors are lost, + Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! + + So frail is the youth and the beauty of man, + Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose; + But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, + Time kills them as fast as he goes. + + Then I'll not be proud of my youth and my beauty, + Since both of them wither and fade; + But gain a good name by well doing my duty: + This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead. + + + + + ILLUMINATED TEXTS, + --FOR-- + SUNDAY SCHOOL REWARDS. + BEAUTIFULLY PRINTED IN COLORS. + _12 Different Packets, 13 Cents each,_ + + * * * * * + + HALF HOURS WITH THE BIBLE. + + An entirely new Series of Bible Histories for the Young. 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Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + Watt's Songs + AGAINST + FAULTS + + McLOUGHLIN BROS., Publishers, + NEW YORK. + + + + +_WATTS' DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS._ + + + + +[Illustration] + +AGAINST LYING. + + + O 'tis a lovely thing for youth + To walk betimes in wisdom's way; + To fear a lie, to speak the truth, + That we may trust to all they say! + + But liars we can never trust, + Though they should speak the thing that's true; + And he that does one fault at first, + And lies to hide it, makes it two. + + Have we not known, nor heard nor read + How God abhors deceit and wrong? + How Ananias was struck dead, + Caught with a lie upon his tongue? + + So did his wife Sapphira die, + When she came in, and grew so bold + As to confirm that wicked lie, + Which just before her husband told. + + The Lord delights in them that speak + The words of truth; but every liar + Must have his portion in the lake + That burns with brimstone and with fire. + + Then let me always watch my lips, + Lest I be struck to death and hell, + Since God a book of reckoning keeps + For every lie that children tell. + + + + +[Illustration] + +LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS. + + + Whatever brawls disturb the street, + There should be peace at home; + Where sisters dwell and brothers meet + Quarrels should never come. + + Birds in their little nests agree; + And 'tis a shameful sight, + When children of one family + Fall out, and chide, and fight. + + Hard names at first, and threat'ning words + That are but noisy breath, + May grow to clubs and naked swords, + To murder and to death. + + The devil tempts one mother's son + To rage against another: + So wicked Cain was hurried on, + Till he had kill'd his brother. + + The wise will let their anger cool, + At least before 'tis night; + But in the bosom of a fool + It burns till morning light. + + Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, + Our little brawls remove, + That, as we grow to riper age, + Our hearts may all be love! + + + + +[Illustration] + +AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF. + + + How doth the little busy bee + Improve each shining hour, + And gather honey all the day + From every opening flower! + + How skilfully she builds her cell! + How neat she spreads the wax! + And labors hard to store it well + With the sweet food she makes. + + In works of labor or of skill + I would be busy too: + For Satan finds some mischief still + For idle hands to do. + + In books, or work, or healthful play + Let my first years be past, + That I may give for every day + Some good account at last. + + + + +SOLEMN THOUGHTS ON GOD AND DEATH. + + + There is a God that reigns above, + Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas: + I fear his wrath, I ask his love, + And with my lips I sing his praise. + + There is a law which he has writ, + To teach us all what we must do: + My soul, to his commands submit, + For they are holy, just, and true. + + There is a Gospel of rich grace, + Whence sinners all their comforts draw: + Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, + For I have often broke thy law. + + There is an hour when I must die, + Nor do I know how soon 'twill come: + A thousand children, young as I, + Are call'd by death to hear their doom. + + Let me improve the hours I have, + Before the day of grace is fled: + There's no repentance in the grave, + No pardon offer'd to the dead. + + Just as a tree cut down, that fell + To north or southward, there it lies, + So man departs to heaven or hell, + Fix'd in the state wherein he dies. + + + + +SUMMER'S EVENING. + + + How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun! + How lovely and joyful the course that he run; + Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, + And there follow'd some droppings of rain: + But now the fair traveler's come to the west, + His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; + He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, + And foretells a bright rising again. + + Just such is the Christian. His course he begins + Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, + And melts into tears; then he breaks out and shines, + And travels his heavenly way: + But when he comes nearer to finish his race + Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace; + And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days + Of rising in brighter array. + + + + +[Illustration] + +AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING. + + + Let dogs delight to bark and bite, + For God hath made them so; + Let bears and lions growl and fight, + For 'tis their nature, too. + + But, children, you should never let + Such angry passions rise: + Your little hands were never made + To tear each other's eyes. + + Let love through all your actions run + And all your words be mild; + Live like the blessed Virgin's Son, + That sweet and lovely child. + + His soul was gentle as a lamb; + And as his stature grew, + He grew in favor both with man, + And God his Father, too. + + Now, Lord of all, he reigns above; + And from his heavenly throne + He sees what children dwell in love, + And makes them for his own. + + + + +OUR SAVIOUR'S GOLDEN RULE. + + + Be you to others kind and true, + As you'd have others be to you; + And neither do nor say to men + Whate'er you would not take again. + + +DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR. + + Love God with all your soul and strength + With all your heart and mind; + And love your neighbour as yourself: + Be faithful, just, and kind. + + Deal with another as you'd have + Another deal with you: + What you're unwilling to receive + Be sure you never do. + + + + + ILLUMINATED TEXTS, + --FOR-- + SUNDAY SCHOOL REWARDS. + + BEAUTIFULLY PRINTED IN COLORS. + + _12 Different Packets, 13 Cents each._ + + * * * * * + + HALF HOURS WITH THE BIBLE. + + An entirely new Series of Bible Histories for the Young. 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Square. 32 pages. 6 kinds. + + Moses and the Wanderings of the Children of Israel. + Stories of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. + Joshua and the Mighty Men of old. + Kings of Israel and Judah. + Stories of the Prophets. 15 cents each. + + * * * * * + + BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PICTURE BOOKS. + + Elegantly Printed in Colors. 6 cents each. + + + MOTHER'S SERIES. + + Miss Vanity's Holiday. + Passionate Child. + Picture Fables. + Little Sister. + My Mother. + Butterfly's Ball. + + + FATHER'S SERIES. + + Harry Brown. + Valentine and Orson. + Tom Tearabout. + Two Brothers, or the Echo. + Puss in Boots. + Jemmy String. + + * * * * * + +McLOUGHLIN BROS., Publishers, NEW YORK. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Obvious punctuation and spelling errors repaired. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Watt's Songs Against Faults, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37564.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37564.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0803e1ce2fe059588bebe2247b2c3ea415660fbb --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37564.txt @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + No. 47. + + CHRIST GOING UP TO + HEAVEN. + + BY THE AUTHOR OF "PEEP OF DAY." + + LONDON: + JOHN HATCHARD AND SON. + 1848. + + + + +[Illustration] + +CHRIST GOING UP TO HEAVEN. + + +Once the Son of God walked about this world, but he is not here now. +Where is he? Jesus, the Son of God, is in heaven; he is sitting on the +throne of God his Father. When did he go there? Oh, it is a long +while ago since he went up to heaven. I will tell you how it was. +Surely you would like to know all about it. + +On the day that he meant to go up to heaven he took a walk with some +of his dear friends. They loved him very much, as well they might. +Just six weeks before, he had been nailed to a cross, and killed, and +buried. But he had soon come out of his grave; and now the marks of +the nails might be seen on his hands and feet, and the mark of a great +spear in his side, but the places were quite well, they did not bleed +now, though once they had bled a great deal. Whenever his friends +looked at those marks, they thought of his love in dying for them, for +it was for their sins he died, and not for theirs only, but for your +sins, also, my child. + +His friends liked to walk with him and to talk to him. About what did +Jesus speak? About his Father and about heaven. He told his friends he +should soon leave them, but he made them a promise. What was it? He +said that he would send the Holy Spirit down from heaven to be with +them. Who is the Holy Spirit? He is God; he comes down and fills the +hearts of God's people. It is pleasant to see Jesus, and to walk about +with him, but it is still better to have the Holy Spirit in our +hearts, for the Holy Spirit makes people good and happy. + +Where was Jesus when he took his last walk with his friends? He was in +a town called Jerusalem, and he walked into the country. How sweet is +a country walk? Children who live in towns are delighted when their +fathers say to them, "I shall take you to the green fields to-day." +Then the children think, "We shall hear the birds sing, and we shall +gather flowers from the hedges, and see the little lambs by the side +of their mothers; we shall play about, and be so happy." And even +grown-up people like to go into the country. If they wish to talk +about God, they like to walk in a quiet place among shady trees. Jesus +took his friends by his favourite path; he led them down into a low +place over a little stream, then by a garden where olive trees +grew,--then up a green mountain called Olivet. When they were at the +top he began to pray with them. While he prayed, he lifted up his +hands to bless them. In a moment he was gone--a cloud took him up. His +friends looked up, and the cloud was going up higher and higher, till +at last it looked like a speck, and then could not be seen at all. + +But on the mountain-top there stood two men; they were angels, dressed +in white. No one can tell how bright angels look, or how sweetly they +speak. These angels had come to comfort the friends of the Lord Jesus. +They said, "Why do you stand looking up towards heaven? Jesus shall +come again in the same way that you have seen him go into heaven." + +Has Jesus come again? Not yet; but he will come. Those angels would +not have told lies; they know that Jesus will one day come down here +again, and that they shall come with him. What a glorious day it will +be! Some people will be very much frightened when they see him; they +will howl, and shriek, and try to hide themselves in deep holes, but +they will not be able to get away. The angels will seize them, and +shut them in that dark and burning place where Satan will torment them +for ever and ever. But some people will be glad to see Jesus; they +will say, "This is our God; we have waited for him." Should you be +glad, my dear child, to see Jesus this day? We know not when he will +come. Have you prayed to him to-day? Do you love him? + +But what became of the friends of Jesus who were standing on Mount +Olivet looking up into the sky? They could not stay with the angels, +they went back to Jerusalem. Did they go back crying and sobbing, and +saying, "We have lost our dearest friend?" Oh, no; they went back +quite glad, for they had not lost Jesus; they knew where he was gone; +they knew he would pray to his Father, and that he would send down +the Holy Spirit very soon. So they waited at Jerusalem as Jesus had +told them, and in ten days Jesus did send down the Holy Spirit upon +his dear friends. + +There is a sweet name given to the Holy Spirit; it is this, the +Comforter. Why is he called the Comforter? Because he comforts people +when they are in trouble. When we are unhappy we like to be comforted. +If a little child falls down and hurts itself, it runs crying to its +mother; it wants to be comforted. And oh, how tenderly a mother +comforts her little darling! She takes it on her knee and kisses it, +and says, "Tell mother what is the matter. Has it hurt its dear little +hand?" and then she kisses the hand, and the child soon leaves off +crying, and leans its head upon its mother's bosom. + +But no mother can comfort as the Holy Spirit can. He tells people +that God loves them, and has forgiven their sins, and will take them +to heaven. My child, ask God for his Holy Spirit, and he will hear you. + +You may find the history of Jesus going up to heaven in Luke xxiv. 50 +to end; Acts i. 1--12. + + + + + There is a glorious world of light, + Above the starry sky, + Where saints departed, clothed in light, + Adore the Lord most high. + We're marching through Immanuel's ground, + And soon shall hear the trumpet sound. + We hope to meet at Jesus' feet, + And never, never part again! + What! never part again? + No, never part again. + What! never part again? + No, never part again. + We hope to meet at Jesus' feet, + And never, never part again. + + (_Hill's Collection._) + + +Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. + + + + +PRAYER. + + + O Father in Heaven, + Thou hast made all things; + The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. + Thou hast made me. + Thou hast taken care of me. + I thank Thee for all thy kindness. + + Great God, Thou art in every place; + Thou seest in the dark, + As well as in the light; + Thou knowest all the naughty things + That I have done, and said, and thought. + + O Merciful Lord, pardon my sins, + Because Jesus Christ, thy dear Son, + Died upon the cross for sinners. + Give me thy Holy Spirit, + That I may love Thee, and obey thy laws. + Keep me from minding Satan, + And save me from going to hell: + And whenever I die, + O take my soul to Heaven. + + When Jesus comes with clouds, + And with the holy angels, + May I be glad to see Him. + May my dear parents, and brothers, and sisters, + Be happy with Thee for ever and ever. + May all people love Thee, + And speak of thy goodness. + Hear me for Christ's sake. Amen. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37611.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37611.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1a7d59474b3218754452e7174ddd828692687669 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37611.txt @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + No. 26. + + CHRIST IN THE STORM. + + BY THE AUTHOR OF "PEEP OF DAY." + + LONDON: + JOHN HATCHARD AND SON. + 1848 + + + + +[Illustration] + +CHRIST IN THE STORM. + + +There are a great many troubles in this life. Ask your father and your +mother whether this is true. Your father will say, "I have had a +great many troubles; I have found it hard to get bread for my +children." Your mother will say, "I have had a great deal of sorrow in +bringing up my little family." + +My dear child, have you had any troubles? I am sure you have had some. +Have you ever felt great pain? have you lost a little baby brother or +sister? have you got into disgrace? have you been punished for your +faults? + +There is one friend to whom every one may go in every trouble. It is +Jesus, the Son of God. When we are unhappy, if we cry unto him, he +will hear us and help us. Once he lived down upon this earth, and was +a man. Now he is in heaven, and he is a man still as well as God. + +I will tell you how he helped some of his friends out of trouble when +he lived in this world. His friends were called disciples. One evening +they went into a ship. Jesus did not go with them; he stayed where he +was, and spent the night all alone on the top of a mountain, praying +to his Father. God was his Father. The disciples were in their little +ship on the water when the wind began to blow very hard indeed. The +waves rose high, and the ship was tossed about. Every moment the poor +men were afraid that the water would fill their ship, and that they +should sink to the bottom of the sea. + +All night long the disciples were in sad distress, trying with all +their might to row their ship to land, but all they could do was of no +use. At last they saw a man walking on the sea. There he was in the +midst of the great waves, walking as on the dry land. He went faster +than the ship, and seemed as if he would pass by it. The disciples did +not know who it was. They thought it could not be a man with a body +like ours; they supposed it was a spirit, who has no body. They were +very much frightened, and they cried out in their trouble. Then they +heard a voice saying, "It is I, be not afraid." Whose voice was that? +You know, and they knew; it was the voice of Jesus. Though the winds +were whistling and the waves roaring, his voice could be heard. + +One of the disciples, named Peter, said, "Lord, if it be thou, bid me +come unto thee on the water." Jesus said, "Come." So Peter got out of +the ship and walked on the water to go to Jesus. He believed that +Jesus could help him to walk on the water, and Jesus did help him. But +when Peter saw how high the wind was, he began to be afraid. This was +wrong. He ought to have trusted in Jesus. Soon he felt that he was +sinking, and he cried out, "Lord, save me." Jesus heard that short +prayer; he was very near, and he stretched out his hand, and caught +hold of Peter. + +Trusting in God is called faith. Peter had a little faith, but not +much. So he was able to walk on the water a little way, but not far. +Jesus went into the ship and took Peter with him, and as soon as he +was there the wind left off blowing. Then all the disciples came round +him and worshipped him, saying, "Truly thou art the Son of God." + +It is this Jesus who can help you in your troubles. Will you trust +him? Do not be like Peter, and only trust him a little while, but go +on trusting in him, and you will find that he will keep you safe, and +make you happy. He forgives sins, which no one else can do, because he +died upon the cross to save us from our sins. When we are dying he +will not leave us if we trust in him, but he will comfort us and take +us to heaven. + +This history you will find in Matt. xiv. 22--33; Mark vi. 45--52. + + + + + I lay my sins on Jesus, + The spotless Lamb of God; + He bears them all, and frees us + From the accursed load. + + I bring my guilt to Jesus, + To wash my crimson stains + White in his blood most precious, + Till not a spot remains. + + I lay my wants on Jesus, + All fulness dwells in him, + He healeth my diseases, + He doth my soul redeem. + + I lay my griefs on Jesus, + My burdens and my cares; + He from them all releases, + He all my sorrows shares. + + I love the name of Jesus-- + Immanuel, Christ, the Lord! + Like fragrance on the breezes, + His name is spread abroad. + + I long to be like Jesus-- + Meek, loving, lowly, mild; + I long to be like Jesus-- + The Father's holy child. + + I long to be with Jesus, + Amid the heavenly throng, + To sing with saints his praises, + To learn the angels' song. + + [_The Writer unknown._] + + +THE END. + + +Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. + + + + +PRAYER. + + + O Father in Heaven, + Thou hast made all things; + The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. + Thou hast made me. + Thou hast taken care of me. + I thank Thee for all thy kindness. + + Great God, Thou art in every place; + Thou seest in the dark, + As well as in the light; + Thou knowest all the naughty things + That I have done, and said, and thought. + + O Merciful Lord, pardon my sins, + Because Jesus Christ, thy dear Son, + Died upon the cross for sinners. + Give me thy Holy Spirit, + That I may love Thee, and obey thy laws. + Keep me from minding Satan, + And save me from going to hell: + And whenever I die, + O take my soul to Heaven. + + When Jesus comes with clouds, + And with the holy angels, + May I be glad to see Him. + May my dear parents, and brothers, and sisters, + Be happy with Thee for ever and ever. + May all people love Thee, + And speak of thy goodness. + Hear me for Christ's sake. Amen. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37670.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37670.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..79f43540b4f79e12fb79121e2931f19e1b7fafad --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37670.txt @@ -0,0 +1,413 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + BIBLE + STORIES. + + WORCESTER: + PUBLISHED BY J. GROUT, JR. + +[Illustration] + + + + + BIBLE + STORIES. + + WITH FINE ENGRAVINGS. + + [Illustration] + + WORCESTER: + PUBLISHED BY J. GROUT, JR. + + + + + A B C D E F G + + H I J K L M N + + O P Q R S T U + + V W X Y Z $ L + + a b c d e f g h i j + + k l m n o p q r s + + t u v w x y z + + , ; : . ! ? - ' & + + 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 + + + + +BIBLE STORIES. + + + + +EARLY LIFE OF THE SAVIOR. + + +Nearly six thousand years ago the first man and the first woman were +formed, out of the dust of the ground. Their names were Adam and Eve. +They were placed in a very pleasant and beautiful garden, called Eden, +where they had every thing they could wish; and were permitted by God +to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden, except one. + + "One tree that in the midst was placed, + God bade them not to take; + But ah! the fruit they dared to taste, + And his commandment break." + +In an evil hour they listened to the temptations of the serpent--the +great enemy of mankind--and ate of the forbidden fruit. Then God was +angry with them, and sent his Angel to drive them out of the garden, +to a place where thorns and thistles covered the ground, and they were +obliged to work hard for a living. God cursed the ground for their +sake, but at the same time he promised that "the seed of the woman +should bruise the serpent's head." + +This promise was fulfilled by Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who came +into the world and suffered and died to save men from the consequences +of the first man's disobedience. I will now tell you something about +this wonderful event. + +A little more than eighteen hundred years ago, as some shepherds were +taking care of their sheep by night on the hills of Palestine, an +angel of the Lord came to them, and the glory of the Lord shone round +about them: and they were very much afraid. But the angel told them +not to fear, for he brought them good news: "For unto you is born this +day, in the city of David, a Savior which is Christ the Lord." + +And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly +host, praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on +earth peace, good will towards men." + +As soon as the angels were gone, the shepherds went to Bethlehem, to +see the Savior that God had so wonderfully made known to them. They +found his reputed father with his mother, Mary, and the babe lying in +a manger: "because there was no room for him in the inn." The +shepherds then went to their homes praising God, and telling every one +they saw of the new-born Savior. + +Sometime afterwards, a wonderful star was seen by some wise men in the +country east of Judea; and they concluded that it must be a sign that +the long expected Messiah was born. They therefore went at once to +Jerusalem, where they inquired for the "king of the Jews," stating +that they had seen his star in the east, and were come to worship him. + +Herod was the king of Judea at this time: and when he heard of the new +king, he was very much troubled, and the people were also troubled, not +knowing what to expect. Herod made particular inquires about the place +where it was expected Christ would be born: and when he found that it +was at Bethlehem, he sent the wise men there, telling them to bring him +word when they had found him, that he might go and worship him too. + +So the wise men went to Bethlehem: and the star which they had seen in +the east went before them till it came and stood over the place where +the infant Savior was. They were glad when they saw this: and when +they came into the house and found Jesus and his mother, they fell +down on their faces and worshiped him. Then they made him many +presents of money, and rich spices which were found in their country. + +When the wise men were ready to return, the angel of the Lord appeared +to them, and told them not to go back to Herod, as he had directed. So +they went to their home by another way. The angel also appeared in a +dream to Joseph, and told him to take the child and his mother, and +flee into Egypt; and Joseph did as the angel had said. + +Herod was a cruel, wicked man, and was afraid if Jesus grew up, he +would be king of the Jews instead of him; so he intended to kill him +while a little child. But when he found the wise men would not tell +him where to find him, he sent his soldiers to Bethlehem, and ordered +them to kill all the children under two years old, hoping in this way +to come at Jesus: but the Lord had before provided for his safety, by +sending him to Egypt. + +When Herod was dead, Jesus returned with his parents from Egypt, and +went to live in the city of Nazareth. Joseph was a carpenter, and we +are told that when Jesus was old enough he worked with him at the same +trade. The Bible tells us he grew in stature, and in favor both with +God and man: and that he lived with his parents, and was subject to +them, or did as they wished to have him. Thus he set an example of +obedience to parents which every child should follow. + +When he was twelve years old, he went with them to Jerusalem to the +feast of the passover; and after the close of the ceremonies, when +they were going home, they found Jesus was not with them. So they +returned to look for him and found him in the temple sitting in the +midst of the learned men, hearing them and asking them questions; so +that they were astonished at his knowledge. + +[Illustration] + +When his mother told him they had been looking for him, sorrowing, he +replied, "How is it that ye sought me? Knew ye not that I must be +about my Father's business?" + +There was a law among the Jews that no one should be a public teacher, +or minister, till he was thirty years old. Jesus wished to show +respect to the laws of his country, and therefore we may suppose he +continued to work as a carpenter till he was of that age. He was then +baptized in the river Jordan by his forerunner, John the Baptist, and +commenced choosing his disciples and preaching the gospel. + +The story of his life after this time,--how he went about teaching the +people, though they often abused him; how he gave them food when they +were hungry, though he had not where to lay his head, healed the sick, +and in every way returned good for evil to his ungrateful countrymen, +for three years, till they cruelly put him to death,--is told at large +in the New Testament, where we hope all our young readers will read it +again and again, with earnest attention. They will find it a very +interesting narrative, and in it instructions capable of making them +wise unto salvation. + + + + +CRUCIFIXION OF OUR SAVIOR. + + +Our blessed Savior, having passed a life of piety and virtue, amply +illustrated by the doctrines he had taught and practised, and the +benefits rendered mankind, was at length betrayed by Judas Iscariot +into the hands of the Jewish High Priest and Council, whose hatred and +malice against him were without bounds, as the truths he had +proclaimed were but faithful commentaries on the vice and wickedness +of their own characters. + +He was tried and condemned--though his judge declared that he found no +fault in him,--his body mangled with whips, and a wreath of thorns +pressed upon his head as a mock crown. They spit upon him, taunted +him, smote him on the crown with staves, that it might wound the more +deeply, till his head, face, and body were bathed in blood. + +In this situation, condemned and abandoned by the world he came to +save, the heavy cross was laid upon his shoulders, and he was +conducted in public through the city. + +[Illustration] + +Passing the gates, he was brought to a place called Golgotha and +Calvary, the place of execution for the city. His clothes were then +stripped off, his body stretched out, and his hands and his feet +nailed to the cross, which was then lifted up. Over his head the +inscription was placed by Pilate, "JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE +JEWS," in three different languages, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, in +order that strangers might know for what he suffered. With this +inscription the Jews were offended, and wished it altered. But Pilate +replied that what he had written should stand good. + +While our Savior hung thus languishing in torment on the cross, the +multitude around strove to add to his misery by reviling speeches and +horrid blasphemies. Some nodded their heads and cried, "If you be the +Son of God, come down from the cross." The priests and rulers scoffed +in like manner, "He saved others, but himself he cannot save." The +blessed Savior replied not, but lifted up his eyes and prayed for his +enemies, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." + +Nay, even one of the thieves who were crucified, one on each side of +him, derided and urged him to save himself and them, if he was the +Messiah. But his fellow criminal acknowledging the justice of their +condemnation, and the entire innocence of Christ, seriously rebuked +him, and looking upon Jesus with humble reliance, cried "Lord +remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom." The Lord rewarded his +great faith, embraced him with the arms of mercy, and assured him, +that "that very day he should be with him in Paradise." + +His mortal agonies became now unutterable. His enemies still mocked +him with their bitter taunts and revilings; they gave him vinegar to +allay his burning thirst. He tasted thereof, and feeling the pangs of +death, he cried, "all is accomplished.--Father, into thy hands I +commend my spirit;" and meekly bowing his head, he expired. + +His death was accompanied by a terrible earthquake. Rocks were +shattered, graves were opened, and the veil of the temple torn in two +parts. In short, the whole face of nature seemed changed. The sun was +so shadowed that the stars appeared. The eclipse was awful, and the +miraculous darkness universal, having been recorded by many even of +the Pagan writers. It continued for three hours, during which time all +things were full of terror.--Many who saw and heard were converted, +and cried "Truly this is the Son of God." + +The body of our Savior having been buried, by one of his friends, in a +new tomb hewn out of a rock, the Jews and rulers went to Pilate and +told him, that this impostor having declared within his life time that +he would rise again within three days, they wished the sepulchre kept +under a strong guard until the third day, lest his disciples should +come by night and steal the body, and then persuade the people that he +had risen from the dead. They procured the desired guard, and secured +the tomb, setting a seal upon the stone. Vain precaution!--The +prophecy was fulfilled. The Savior burst from the tomb, and rose +triumphant to the bosom of his Father which is in heaven. + + + + +THE GREAT COMMISSION. + + +After the resurrection of our Savior, he appeared several times to his +disciples. He strengthened them in the walk of faith; enlarged their +power and commission; declaring to them, that all power was given to him +in heaven and earth. Therefore he commanded them to go through all the +world, and preach the Gospel to every creature, baptizing them in the +name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, and teaching them +to observe all things that he had commanded them. Adding further--that +he that believed and was baptized should be saved, but he that believed +not should be damned. He promised them his continual protection--that he +would be ever present with them, even to the end of the world. + +[Illustration] + +On his last appearance to the apostles he particularly commanded them, +that they should not depart from Jerusalem till they had received the +promise of God, and were invested with power from above. That after the +descent of the Holy Ghost upon them they should have sufficient power +and knowledge, and have the honor of being his witnesses in Jerusalem, +in all Judea, in Samaria, and in the farthest parts of the earth. + +He then led them out of the city to that part of Mount Olivet which +was near Bethany, where, lifting up his hands which showed the marks +of his sufferings, he gave them his last benediction. + +And while they were all in the posture of adoration, he was parted +from them by degrees, taken up in a cloud, and carried triumphantly +into the ineffable glories of heaven. + + + + +STEPHEN + + +Was chosen one of the first deacons of the Christian Church at +Jerusalem. He was of high report for wisdom, and the endowments of the +Holy Spirit. He confuted the most learned Jews in their arguments, and +applied such wholesome truths to the test of their consciences, that +being sorely galled, and unable to answer, their rage was unbounded. + +Stephen, however, regarded them not, but fixing his ardent gaze +upward, was ravished with the vision of glory revealed to him, and +declared that he saw the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing +at the right hand of God. + +This farther enraged his enemies, who resolved to deal with him as a +blasphemer; and, therefore they raised a great noise and clamor, +stopped their ears to hear no cries for mercy, and rushing upon him, +they hurried him out of the city in order to stone him, according to +an ancient law against blasphemers. + +[Illustration] + +The witnesses, according to custom, stripped themselves, and then began +the tragedy, which was soon seconded by the multitude. During all this, +the pious martyr was on his knees praying to God, and earnestly +interceding for his murderers, "that he would not charge this guilt upon +them"--till at length he fell asleep in the arms of death, being the +first martyr who suffered in the Christian Church, A. D. 34. + + + + +SAUL OF TARSUS, OR PAUL. + + +This great agent in the first persecution of the Church of God was +well educated in the learning of the times, and one of the most strict +of the sect of the Pharisees. He was born in the Roman city Tarsus, +and enjoyed the privilege of a free citizen of Rome, which gave him +high influence among the Jews, and increased his power to injure the +followers of Jesus. He pursued the Christians with the fury of a bigot +and the rage of a madman. He paid no regard to age or sex; tearing the +husband from the wife, and the mother from her children, and breathing +vengeance and blood wherever he came. + +But at last it pleased God, A. D. 35, to put a stop to his violence +and wickedness. And wonderful was the change of his heart. Having +dispersed the Christians from Jerusalem, he was on a journey to renew +his persecutions in Damascus, when a sudden light from heaven smote +him to the ground, and he heard a voice, "Saul, Saul, why dost thou +persecute me?" The haughty Saul trembled, his conscience smote him, +his soul was humbled, and his feelings melted for the cause he had +heretofore hated and persecuted. + +[Illustration] + +Saul became now, after this miraculous conversion, one of the +strongest pillars of the Christian Church. He preached the gospel in +public, laboring with pious zeal as if to make up for the guilt and +crimes of his former life. + +Thousands were converted by his preaching, and he endured the +persecutions of the unbelieving, remembering when he too was a leader +among them. + +He was stoned at Lystra, A. D. 46, and left for dead,--but suddenly +revived as the disciples were attending upon his body. Having thus +escaped the fate of Stephen, he travelled on from city to city, openly +proclaiming the Gospel. + +At length after a long life spent in fearless devotion to the cause of +the crucified Savior, he was taken up in Rome, thrown into prison, and +in a few months after, condemned to suffer martyrdom by beheading, +A. D. 68. + + + + +LUKE. + + +This apostle and Evangelist, was the companion and assistant of Paul, +who calls him "the beloved Physician." After the death of Paul, he +preached the gospel with great success in Egypt and Lybia, and also in +Italy and Macedonia. As to his death, there are different accounts. Yet +the best writers say he suffered martyrdom in Greece. A party of +infidels there made head against him, and drew him to execution. For the +want of a cross, they hung him upon an olive tree. He was in the +eighty-fourth year of his age at the time of his death, A. D. 74. His +gospel was written, while he was in company with Paul, A. D. 61--13 years +before his martyrdom, and 28 years after the ascension of our Lord. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Book Cover (Back)] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Page 24, "eightyfourth" changed to "eighty-fourth" + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37679.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37679.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ba33ae61bf45a8e40dc3fec4b0adf8448d4c99ca --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37679.txt @@ -0,0 +1,250 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + J. WRIGLEY, + PUBLISHER OF ALL KINDS OF COLORED TOY BOOKS + + ALI BABA, + OR THE + FORTY THIEVES. + + NEW YORK: + J. WRIGLEY, 394 GRAND STREET. + + + + +HISTORY OF THE FORTY THIEVES. + +[Illustration] + + +In a town of Persia lived two brothers, sons of a poor man; one named +Cassim, the other Ali Baba. Cassim, the elder, married a wife with a +considerable fortune, and lived at his ease; but the wife of Ali Baba +was as poor as himself: they dwelt in a mean cottage in the suburbs, +and he maintained his family by cutting wood. Ali Baba was in the +forest preparing to load his asses with the faggots he had cut, when +he saw a troop of horsemen approaching. He hastily climbed a large +thick tree, and hid himself among the branches. Ali Baba counted forty +of them; each took a loaded portmanteau from his horse, and turning to +the rock, said, "Open, Sesame;" immediately a door opened, the robbers +passed in, when the door shut of itself. In a short time the door +opened again, and the robbers came out, who said, "Shut, Sesame." The +door instantly closed. Ali Baba ventured down, and approaching the +rock, said, "Open, Sesame." Immediately the door flew open. He brought +his asses, and took as many bags of gold coin as they could carry. + +[Illustration] + +Ali Baba told his brother the secret of the cave. Cassim rose early +next morning, and set out with ten mules loaded with great chests. He +found the rock, and having said, "Open Sesame," gained admission, +where he found more treasures than he expected, which made him forget +the word that caused the door to open. Presently he heard the sound of +horses' feet, which he concluded to be the robbers, who instantly put +him to death. Ali Baba drove to the forest, and on entering the cave, +he found the body of his brother cut into quarters. He took the +quarters, and put them upon one of his asses, and delivered the body +to Cassim's wife. Morgiana, a female slave in his brother's house, was +sent early next morning to a poor cobbler, and gave him two pieces of +gold to go with her blindfolded; taking him into the room where the +body was lying, bade him sew the mangled limbs together. Mustapha +obeyed, having received two pieces of gold, and was led blindfolded +the same way back. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Cassim was buried with all due solemnity, and Ali Baba removed to the +house of his deceased brother, of which he took possession. + +The captain of the troop resolved to find out who possessed the secret +of entrance into his cave, and disguising himself, went to the city +early one morning, when, accosting the cobbler, he was told of the job +he had, who for six pieces of gold, allowed himself to be blindfolded, +and traced out the house of Cassim, which the robber marked with chalk. +Buying nineteen mules and thirty-nine large jars, one full of oil, and +the rest empty, the captain put a man into each jar, properly armed, and +then proceeded to the street where Ali Baba dwelt. "Sir," said he, "I +have brought this oil a great way to sell; as I am quite a stranger, +will you let me put my mules into your courtyard, and direct me where I +may lodge to-night?" Ali Baba welcomed the pretended oil merchant, +offered him a bed in his own house, and invited his guest in to supper. + +[Illustration] + +Morgiana, sitting up later that night than usual, her lamp went out; +she took her oil pot in her hand, and approaching the first jar, the +robber within said: "Is it time, captain?" she replied, "No, not +yet;" so she ran back to the kitchen, and brought out a large kettle, +which she filled with oil, set it on a great wood fire, and as soon as +it boiled, she went and poured into the jars sufficient of the boiling +oil to kill every man within. + +[Illustration] + +The captain of the robbers arose to assemble his men. Coming to the +first jar, he felt the steam of the boiled oil! He ran hastily to the +rest, and found every one of his troop put to death. Full of rage, he +forced the lock of the door, and made his escape over the walls. + +Without letting any one into the secret, Ali Baba and Morgiana the +next night buried the thirty-nine thieves at the bottom of the +garden. The captain at length, however, determined to adopt a new +scheme for the destruction of Ali Baba. He removed all the valuable +merchandise from the cave to the city, and took a shop exactly +opposite to Ali Baba's house. Ali Baba's son went every day to his +shop. The pretended Cogia Hassan soon appeared to be very fond of Ali +Baba's son, offered him many presents, and often detained him to dinner. + +[Illustration] + +Ali Baba thought it was necessary to make some return to these +civilities, and he invited Cogia Hassan to supper; Morgiana carried in +the first dish herself. The moment she looked at Cogia Hassan, she +knew it was the pretended oil merchant. She sent the other slaves +into the kitchen, and waited at table herself; and while Cogia Hassan +was drinking, she perceived he had a dagger hid under his coat. She +went away, and dressed herself in the habit of a dancing-girl. As soon +as she appeared at the parlor door, her master ordered her to come in +to entertain his guest with some of her best dancing. Morgiana danced +several times before the assembled company, until, coming opposite +Cogia Hassan, she drew a dagger from her girdle and plunged it into +the robber's heart. As a reward for her faithfulness, Ali Baba gave +her in marriage to his son, and at his death put them in possession of +his immense wealth. + +[Illustration] + + + + + JUVENILE BOOKS AND STATIONERY, + PUBLISHED BY + J. 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[do. + Small Alphabet Cards, col'd. Large + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Ali Baba, or the Forty Thieves, by Unknown + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37690.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37690.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b289acad0c3d2684edd094a2899e9da0ac22b74b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37690.txt @@ -0,0 +1,231 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Larry B. Harrison, and the Archives and Special +Collections, University Libraries, Ball State University +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Book Cover] + + THE BABES + IN THE WOOD + + MAY + BELLS + SERIES + + MCLOUGHLIN + BRO'S + N. Y. + + + + +THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. + + + A gentleman of good account + In Norfolk dwelt of late, + Who did in honor far surmount + Most men of his estate. + + Sore sick he was, and like to die, + No help his life could save; + His wife by him as sick did lie, + And both possessed one grave. + + No love between these two was lost, + Each was to other kind; + In love they lived, in love they died, + And left two babes behind. + + The one, a fine and pretty boy, + Not passing three years old; + The other, a girl more young than he, + And framed in beauty's mould. + + The father left his little son, + As plainly doth appear, + When he to perfect age should come, + Three hundred pounds a year. + + And to his little daughter Jane, + Five hundred pounds in gold, + To be paid down on her marriage-day, + Which might not be controlled: + + But if the children chanced to die, + Ere they to age should come, + Their uncle should possess their wealth; + For so the will did run. + + "Now, brother," said the dying man, + "Look to my children dear; + Be good unto my boy and girl, + No friends else have they here:" + + And up bespake their mother dear, + "O, brother kind," quoth she, + "You are the man must bring our babes + To wealth or misery." + + These speeches then their brother spake + To this sick couple there: + "The keeping of your little ones, + Sweet sister, do not fear. + +[Illustration: THE PARENTS' DEATH.] + +[Illustration: THE RUFFIANS' FIGHT.] + + "God never prosper me nor mine, + Nor aught else that I have, + If I do wrong your children dear + When you are laid in grave." + + The parents being dead and gone + The children home he takes, + And brings them straight unto his house, + Where much of them he makes. + + He had not kept these pretty babes + A twelvemonth and a day, + But, for their wealth, he did devise + To make them both away. + + He bargained with two ruffians strong + Which were of furious mood, + That they should take these children young, + And slay them in a wood. + + He told his wife an artful tale: + He would the children send + To be brought up in fair London, + With one that was his friend. + + Away then went those pretty babes, + Rejoicing at that tide, + Rejoicing with a merry mind, + They should on cock-horse ride. + + They prate and prattle pleasantly, + As they rode on the way, + To those that should their butchers be, + And work their lives' decay. + + So that the pretty speech they had, + Made murder's heart relent: + And they that undertook the deed, + Full sore did now repent. + + Yet one of them, more hard of heart, + Did vow to do his charge, + Because the wretch that hired him, + Had paid him very large. + + The other won't agree thereto, + So here they fall to strife; + With one another they did fight + About the children's life. + + And he that was of mildest mood, + Did slay the other there, + Within an unfrequented wood: + The babes did quake for fear. + + He took the children by the hand, + Tears standing in their eye, + And bade them straightway follow him, + And look, they did not cry; + +[Illustration: THE CHILDREN DEAD.] + +[Illustration: THE UNCLE PUNISHED.] + + And two long miles he led them on, + While they for food complain: + "Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring you bread, + When I come back again." + + These pretty babes, with hand in hand + Went wandering up and down; + But never more could see the man + Approaching from the town. + + Thus wandered these poor innocents + Till death did end their grief, + In one another's arms they died, + As wanting due relief: + + No burial this pretty pair + Of any man receives, + Till Robin Redbreast piously + Did cover them with leaves. + + And now the heavy wrath of God + Upon their uncle fell; + Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, + His conscience felt an hell: + + His barns were fired, his goods consumed, + His lands were barren made, + His cattle died within the field, + And nothing with him stayed. + + And in the voyage to Portugal + Two of his sons did die; + And to conclude, himself was brought + To want and misery. + + He pawned and mortgaged all his land + Ere seven years came about, + And now at length this wicked act + Did by this means come out: + + The fellow that did take in hand + These children for to kill, + Was for a robbery judged to die, + Such was God's blessed will. + + Who did confess the very truth, + As here hath been displayed: + Their uncle having died in jail, + Where he for debt was laid. + + You that executors be made, + And overseers eke + Of children that be fatherless, + And infants mild and meek; + + Take you example by this thing, + And yield to each his right, + Lest God with such like misery + Your wicked minds requite. + +[Illustration: Book Cover (Back)] + + + + +Transcriber's Note + + + * Obvious punctuation and spelling errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37714.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37714.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6d08d813bbfeb8c68718dad0fa1ab1e6afef0850 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37714.txt @@ -0,0 +1,457 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Diane Monico and The Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + +BRITISH +ARTISTS + +BIRKET FOSTER, R.W.S. + + + + +IN THE SAME SERIES + +GEORGE MORLAND + +JOHN PETTIE, R.A., H.R.S.A. + +KATE GREENAWAY + +A. AND C. BLACK . SOHO SQUARE . LONDON, W. + + +AGENTS + +=AMERICA= THE MACMILLAN COMPANY + 64 & 66 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK + +=AUSTRALASIA= OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS + 205 FLINDERS LANE, MELBOURNE + +=CANADA= THE MACMILLAN COMPANY OF CANADA, LTD. + ST. MARTIN'S HOUSE, 70 BOND STREET, TORONTO + +=INDIA= MACMILLAN & COMPANY, LTD. + MACMILLAN BUILDING, BOMBAY + 309 BOW BAZAAR STREET, CALCUTTA + +[Illustration: Gleaners] + + + + +BIRKET FOSTER + +R.W.S. + +SIXTEEN EXAMPLES IN COLOUR +OF THE ARTIST'S WORK + +WITH +AN INTRODUCTION +BY +H. M. CUNDALL, I.S.O., F.S.A. + +[Illustration] + +PUBLISHED BY A. & C. BLACK +4, 5 & 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON +MCMX + + + + +LIST OF PLATES + + + OWNER OF ORIGINAL + +1. Gleaners _Barnet Lewis, Esq._ + +2. Going Home " + +3. Loch Leven Castle " + +4. Shrine at the Entrance of the +Courtyard of the Ducal Palace, +Venice _Sir Charles Seeley_ + +5. Entrance to the Grand Canal, +Venice _Barnet Lewis, Esq._ + +6. Birthplace of Burns, near Ayr " + +7. Sunset with Cattle _Bethnal Green Museum_ + +8. In Full Cry _Barnet Lewis, Esq._ + +9. Children by the Sea _Jesse Haworth, Esq._ + +10. By the Thames _Barnet Lewis, Esq._ + +11. A Surrey Cottage " + +12. The Donkey that would not go _Sharpley Bainbridge, Esq._ + +13. Passing the Flock _Barnet Lewis, Esq._ + +14. Near Godalming " + +15. The Blackberry Gatherers " + +16. The Happy Time of Life " + + + + +BIRKET FOSTER + + +The dainty water-colour paintings executed by Birket Foster probably +appeal to the majority of the British public more than the work of any +other artist. + +For many years during the early part of his career he was engaged in +drawing on wood-blocks for the engraver, from which he acquired a +minuteness in detail that continued to pervade his paintings in later +life. The result was that he produced scenes from Nature with an +exactness that the most uninitiated in art are able to understand and +appreciate. The chief features, however, in Birket Foster's paintings +are the poetic feeling with which he indued them, and the care and +felicity with which his compositions were selected. These qualities +lend a great charm to his drawings, and especially to those +representing the homely scenes, so frequently selected from that +picturesque part of Surrey, where he lived for many years. He revelled +in sunny landscapes, with sheep roaming in the distance and with rustic +children playing in the foreground; he was also attracted by peaceful +red-brick cottages covered with thatch, and enlivened by domestic +scenes. It is perhaps by these rural paintings that the artist is best +known. He, however, wandered far afield in search of the picturesque; +he was an indefatigable painter, and produced works selected from all +parts of England, Wales, and Scotland. Birket Foster was especially +partial to the Northern counties and the district surrounding his +native town in Northumberland. His rambles were not confined solely to +his own country; he travelled frequently on the Continent; Venice, as +well as the Rhine, had its charms for him. The picturesque scenery of +Brittany has also been portrayed by his brush, and on one occasion he +went as far as Spain and Morocco in pursuit of his art. + +Birket Foster, as he is generally known, or Myles Birket Foster, to +give him his full name, was born at North Shields on February 4, 1825. +His ancestors held good social positions for many generations in the +North Country, and were staunch members of the Society of Friends. One, +Sarah Forster, as the family name was originally spelt, married a +descendant of Margaret Fell of Swathmoor Hall, who, after the death of +her first husband, Judge Fell, was united to George Fox, the founder of +the Quakers. + +In 1830 the artist's father migrated with his family to London, +voyaging all the way by sea. He took up his residence at 40 Charlotte +Street, Portland Place, and founded the well-known firm of M. B. Foster +and Sons. + +Quitting school at an early age, young Birket Foster was at first +placed in his father's business; but, owing to an accident, he did not +remain long in that position. + +As the youth showed a decided tendency towards art, his father +consulted a Mr. Stone, a die-engraver, with whom he had a slight +acquaintance, and it was arranged that the son should be apprenticed to +him. Before, however, the articles of apprenticeship could be signed, +Mr. Stone unfortunately committed suicide. In his dilemma the father +next sought the assistance of a fellow-townsman, Ebenezer Landells, who +at that time had established his reputation as a wood-engraver. He +offered to take the boy into his business to see whether the work would +suit him. The offer was accepted, and the day on which Birket Foster +entered Landells' office may be said to be the commencement of his +artistic career. + +In 1841 Landells, in conjunction with Henry Mayhew, Mark Lemon, and +others, started _Punch_. Most of the early woodcuts for this +publication were produced in Landells' office; Birket Foster was +employed to draw and cut numerous initial letters, and on one occasion +he was entrusted to make a full-page political cartoon representing +Lord John Russell as Jack Sheppard. + +When _The Illustrated London News_ was commenced by Herbert Ingram in +1842, Landells was engaged to produce many of the illustrations, and +Birket Foster was employed by him in making drawings for them. This he +continued to do for many years after he left Landells' establishment. +The most characteristic works of Birket Foster for this periodical were +the charming engravings which appeared in the musical supplements and +the Christmas numbers. He also made many drawings for _The Illustrated +London Almanack_ for 1848 and subsequent years. + +At this period our artist was greatly sought after by publishers to +execute pencil drawings for wood-engravings for books, and from the +year 1847 to 1863 more than eighty different volumes, produced by +various firms, were illustrated by dainty engravings after his +drawings. + +After the year 1858 Birket Foster practically abandoned the drawing on +wood-blocks, and devoted himself almost entirely to water-colour +painting. He received little or no instruction in the art, and in later +years, when he was frequently pestered by persons asking him to give +them lessons in painting, he used to say that he never received any +lessons, so he never gave them, believing the best instruction to be +obtained from studying the great masters. He was a profound admirer of +Turner and Clarkson Stanfield, and it is probable that he was more +influenced by the latter's works than by those of any other artist, +especially with regard to composition. He delighted to surround +himself with paintings by these and other artists. + +With regard to his method of working, Birket Foster's early training +for drawing on wood-blocks considerably influenced his water-colour +work, which was very dissimilar to the "wash" methods of the early +school of water-colour painters. He, indeed, worked with his brush as +dry as it well could be, and probably no artist in using the medium of +water-colours ever used so little water. Of course, all painting may be +said to be drawing with a brush, but Birket Foster's was practically +drawing to a peculiar degree, not washing with a brush. He used a very +fine brush with very little paint in it, and owing to his habit of +frequently putting it between his lips to make the point of it as fine +as possible, it used to be said that the paint came out of the artist's +head. + +Birket Foster worked very rapidly in his own way of obtaining the +effects he desired, and his remarkable gift for composition enabled him +to people his scenes with wonderful facility and felicity. He never +engaged a professional model; his children were all sketched from the +rustic boys and girls, whom he found in the course of his wanderings. + +In 1860 Birket Foster was unanimously elected an associate of the Old +Water-Colour Society, and became a full member two years afterwards. +He greatly appreciated the honour conferred upon him, and thoroughly +gave his best interests to the Society. + +He was a most prolific worker, and beside the large number of +water-colour paintings exhibited at the Old Society, to which he +contributed more than four hundred and fifty, many of his drawings were +bought by the picture-dealers straight from his studio, and in some +cases he received direct commissions for paintings from collectors. + +Birket Foster, like many other water-colour artists, turned his +attention to painting in oils, and for the nine years, 1869 to 1877, he +regularly contributed oil paintings, thirteen in all, to the +Exhibitions at the Royal Academy, but after that period he abandoned +this medium, as he found that his little water-colour gems were far +more appreciated by the public. In 1876 Foster was elected a member of +the Royal Academy of Berlin. + +Although the rural scenery of his native country had its peculiar +charms for his pencil, still Birket Foster was greatly attracted by the +grander views to be obtained on the Continent. His early visits were +made to the Rhine, but subsequently the Italian lakes and Venice were +his favourite hunting grounds in search for "bits" to sketch. The word +"bits" is particularly applicable in the case of Birket Foster, for he +almost invariably preferred to make a drawing of some detail rather +than a broad landscape. He used to say that the mountain scenery of +Switzerland was too panoramic and had no attractions for him. It is +somewhat remarkable that whilst he relied to a great extent on lanes +and fields, and hedgerows and rustic children, for his English +drawings, the views for his Continental paintings were largely selected +from towns with architectural details introduced into them. + +The first visit made to the Continent by Birket Foster was in 1852, +when he was commissioned by a publisher, who was bringing out an +illustrated edition of "Hyperion," by Longfellow, to follow in the +footsteps of Paul Flemming, and to depict on the spot the varied scenes +amid which the poet had laid the incidents of his story. Paul Flemming, +as is well known, was Longfellow himself, and the romance was a passage +in the author's own life. + +From that date Foster made almost annual tours along the Rhine and +through Switzerland, but it was not until the year 1868 that he was +first able to feast his eyes upon the beauties of Venice, and +afterwards he made numerous subsequent trips to Italy. + +Our artist for many years resided at St. John's Wood, and when he took +seriously to water-colour painting he at first selected his subjects +from the fields about Hampstead and Highgate. He soon, however, +wandered farther afield, and was attracted by the picturesque scenery +of Surrey. During his wanderings in this delightful county he found +himself at Witley, near Godalming, and he resolved to have a residence +there. + +It cannot be said that Witley was "discovered" by Birket Foster, for +other artists were there before him. J. C. Hook, R.A., had already +built himself a residence and studio upon an eminence with a beautiful +view overlooking the Weald of Surrey. There can, however, be no doubt +that the genial disposition and the liberal hospitality of the owner of +"The Hill" afterwards attracted many of his fellow-artists to the +neighbourhood. + +Witley station stands at a spot where the railway emerges from a deep +cutting with pine woods on either side, and at this period there were +but few houses or even cottages in the vicinity, for the village itself +lies a mile and a quarter to the northward; but Birket Foster managed +to secure the possession of a picturesque cottage called "Tigbourne," +situated by the corner of the road leading to Hambledon at the foot of +Wormley Hill, and resided there during the summer months. + +Birket Foster eventually became so pleased with the neighbourhood that +he determined to take up his permanent abode at Witley. After lengthy +negotiations, he secured a beautiful site, between Wormley Hill and the +railway station, on which he erected a house which was called "The +Hill," and finally quitted St. John's Wood. He was practically his own +architect, and residing near by at his cottage, he was enabled +personally to superintend the erection of the entire building. In order +that its newness should not offend the artistic eye, he purchased as +many weather-worn tiles off the old cottages in the neighbourhood as +possible, and placed them on the roof of his house. A great amount of +care was bestowed on the internal decorations. William Morris was +consulted, and Burne-Jones painted seven canvases illustrating the +legend of St. George and the Dragon, which formed a frieze round three +sides of the dining-room. Burne-Jones was also commissioned to make +many other designs for the adornment of "The Hill"; the decorated tiles +round the fire-places and stained glass in the windows were all +designed by him. He also painted a large screen of eight folds, upon +which were sixteen events of the life of St. Frideswide. These scenes +were afterwards reproduced in the windows of Christ Church Cathedral at +Oxford. + +"The Hill" was an open house to all Birket Foster's friends, and +particularly to his brother-artists. He was never more pleased than +when he was entertaining his guests, and being specially fond of music, +many of the social gatherings were enhanced by musical performances. + +One of the most frequent visitors was Frederick Walker, A.R.A.: he was +a special favourite, at all times welcome, and was one of the few who +had an influence on Birket Foster's painting, especially his figures. +He was in the habit of going to Witley whenever he felt inclined, +without waiting for an invitation, a bedroom known as "Freddy's room" +being reserved for him. Walker had an immense love for the place, which +he called "Paradise," and greatly regretted that he had not sufficient +money to purchase a cottage which J. C. Hook, R.A., had built near his +house, the situation of which Walker considered "romantic--such a sweep +of glorious country." + +Another constant visitor was Charles Keene, the celebrated black and +white artist of _Punch_. After Birket Foster had removed from +"Tigbourne Cottage" he still rented it that he might make sure of the +presence of an agreeable and congenial occupant, and persuaded Keene to +become a tenant. Keene was greatly delighted with this retreat, of +which he wrote:-- + + "The stillness here after London is delicious. The only + sound is the ring of the village blacksmith's hammer in the + distance or the occasional cluck of a hen, and the wind + roars through the trees of a night, which lulls me + pleasantly to sleep." + +As may be seen by glancing through the titles of his exhibited +paintings, the neighbourhood around Witley had a great charm for Birket +Foster, and drawings made on Hambledon Common and in the village of +Chiddingfold--with their picturesque cottages roofed with thatch or red +tiles, now fast disappearing, and their leafy lanes with happy children +gathering wild-flowers, or the beautiful view from his own residence +overlooking the Surrey Weald, with Hindhead and Blackdown in the +distance and glimpses of the Brighton Downs beyond--are most +appreciated by the public, and it is by these paintings he is best +known. + +Birket Foster, as already stated, made very many tours through +different parts of England and Scotland, and although he was not what +may be termed a seascape artist, he was fond of making drawings of +children playing on the seashore. Later in life he revisited many of +the watering-places which he depicted for _The Illustrated London News_ +in his early days, and instead of sketches for wood-blocks, he painted +many charming little scenes. + +Another phase of Birket Foster's art was his love for painting fruit +and flowers. He was greatly attracted by William Hunt's work. As may be +expected, the same stippling in paintings by Hunt appears in works of +Foster; but whilst the former nearly always painted his fruit pieces +the same size as in Nature, the latter produced almost miniature +representations of them. + +In 1893 Birket Foster was attacked by a serious illness, and yielding +to the pressure of medical advice, he was obliged to abandon much of +his work and reluctantly to give up "The Hill." He removed to +"Braeside," Weybridge, and here he resided quietly, devoting himself to +his painting as much as possible, until his death, which occurred six +years later. He was buried in Witley churchyard; a Celtic cross, with +the simple inscription, "In memory of Birket Foster. Born Feb. 4th, +1825. Died March 27th, 1899," marks the spot where lie the remains of +this great water-colour artist, who painted English landscape with such +a pure feeling and high perception of the beauty of Nature. + +Birket Foster was twice married--firstly, in 1850, to his cousin, Ann +Spence, by whom he had five children, three sons and two daughters; and +secondly, in 1864, to Frances Watson, a sister to John Dawson Watson, +the well-known painter and member of the Old Water-Colour Society. + +[Illustration: Going Home] + +[Illustration: Loch Leven Castle] + +[Illustration: Shrine at the Entrance of the Courtyard of the Ducal +Palace, Venice] + +[Illustration: Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice] + +[Illustration: Birthplace of Burns, near Ayr] + +[Illustration: Sunset with Cattle] + +[Illustration: In Full Cry] + +[Illustration: Children by the Sea] + +[Illustration: By the Thames] + +[Illustration: A Surrey Cottage] + +[Illustration: The Donkey that would not go] + +[Illustration: Passing the Flock] + +[Illustration: Near Godalming] + +[Illustration: The Blackberry Gatherers] + +[Illustration: The Happy Time of Life] + + + + + * * * * * + + +Transcriber's Notes + + +Captions were added to the plates for convenience. + +Italics styled text is shown within _underscores_. + +Bold styled text is shown within =equal signs=. + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Birket Foster, R.W.S., by Herbert Minton Cundall + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37877.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37877.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58809e96bd5290f5b573d9189daaf76237dbe7d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg37877.txt @@ -0,0 +1,287 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Ernest Schaal, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: GOODY TWO SHOES + +LONDON: +JOHN +LANE + +NEW YORK: +JOHN LANE +COMP + +WALTER CRANE'S +PICTURE BOOKS +LARGE SERIES: +RE-ISSUE] + + + + +[Illustration: GOODY +TWO +SHOES] + + + + +[Illustration: ABCDEFGH +IJKLMNO +PQRSTU +VWXYZ] + + + + + GOODY TWO SHOES. + + +IN the reign of good Queen Bess, there was an honest, industrious +countryman named Meanwell, who, living under a hard landlord, was +cruelly turned out of his little farm, which had enabled him to support +a wife and two children, called Tommy and Margery. Care and misfortune +soon shortened his days; and his wife, not long after, followed him to +the grave. At her death the two poor children were left in a sad plight, +and had to make all sorts of shifts to keep themselves from starving. +They were also without proper clothes to keep them warm; and as for +shoes, they had not even two pairs between them: Tommy, who had to go +about more than his sister, had a pair to himself, but little Margery +for a long time wore but one shoe. + +But Heaven had heard their dying mother's prayers, and had watched over +and protected them. Relief was at hand, and better things were in store +for them. It happened that Mr. Goodall, the clergyman of the parish, +heard of their sad wandering sort of life, and so he sent for the two +children, and kindly offered to shelter them until they could get +regular work to do. Soon after this, a gentleman came from London on a +visit, and no sooner did he hear the story of the orphans, than he +resolved to be their friend. The very first thing he did was to order a +pair of shoes to be made for Margery. And he offered to take Tommy to +London, promising to put him in a way to do well by going abroad. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +As these two children loved each other very dearly, Margery was in great +trouble when the time came for her brother to start, and wept bitterly. +But Tommy, in order to comfort her, promised he would not fail to come +back to see her, when he should return from foreign countries. + +After he was gone, Margery began to recover her usual cheerfulness: but +what helped greatly to put her into good spirits, was the pleasure she +took in her new shoes. As soon as the old shoemaker brought them, she +put them on, and ran at once to the clergyman's wife, crying out with +glee, as she pointed to them, "Two shoes, ma'am! See, Two shoes!" These +words she kept on repeating to everybody she met, and so came to be +called GOODY TWO SHOES. + +Now Margery was a thoughtful little girl, and was most anxious to learn +to read and write. When Mr. Goodall saw this, he kindly taught her what +she most wished to know, and in a short time she became a better scholar +than any of the children who went to the village school. As soon as she +found that this was the case, she thought she would try to teach such +poor children as could not go to school. Now, as very few books were +then printed, she thought she could get over the difficulty by cutting, +out of wood, six sets of capital letters like these:-- + + A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. + +And ten sets of these common letters:-- + + a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z. + +When, after much pains and trouble, she had finished all these wooden +letters, she managed to borrow an old spelling-book, and, with the help +of this, she made her playmates set up the words she wished them to +spell. + +One day, as Margery was coming home from the next village, she met with +some wicked, idle boys, who had tied a young raven to a staff, and were +just going to throw stones at it. She offered at once to buy the raven +for a penny, and this they agreed to. She then brought him home to the +parsonage, and gave him the name of Ralph, and a fine bird he was. Madge +soon taught him to speak several words, and also to pick up letters, and +even to spell a word or two. + +Some years before Margery began to teach the poor cottagers' children, +Sir Walter Welldon, a wealthy knight, had set up an elderly widow lady +in a small school in the village. This gentlewoman was at length taken +ill, and was no longer able to attend to her duties. When Sir Walter +heard of this, he sent for Mr. Goodall, and asked him to look out for +some one who would be able and willing to take Mrs. Gray's place as +mistress of the school. + +The worthy clergyman could think of no one so well qualified for the +task as Margery Meanwell, who, though but young, was grave beyond her +years, and was growing up to be a comely maiden; and when he told his +mind to the knight, Margery was at once chosen. Sir Walter built a +larger school-house for Margery's use; so that she could have all her +old pupils about her that liked to come, as well as the regular +scholars. + +From this time, no one called her "Goody Two Shoes," but generally Mrs. +Margery, and she was more and more liked and respected by her +neighbours. + +Soon after Margery had become mistress of the school, she saved a dove +from some cruel boys, and she called him Tom, in remembrance of her +brother now far away, and from whom she had heard no tidings. + +[Illustration] + +About this time a lamb had lost its dam, and its owner was about to have +it killed; when Margery heard of this, she bought the lamb and brought +it home. Some neighbours, finding how fond of such pets Margery was, +presented her with a nice playful little dog called Jumper, and also +with a skylark. Now, master Ralph was a shrewd bird, and a bit of a wag +too, and when Will, the lamb, and Carol, the lark, made their +appearance, the knowing fellow picked out the following verse, to the +great amusement of everybody:-- + + "Early to bed, and early to rise, + Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise." + + +Mrs. Margery was ever on the look-out to be useful to her neighbours. +Now a traveller from London had presented her with a new kind of +instrument, a rough-looking barometer, by the help of which she could +often guess correctly how the weather would be, a day or two beforehand. +This caused a great talk about the country, and so provoked were the +people of the distant villages at the better luck of the Mouldwell +folks, that they accused Mrs. Margery of being a witch, and sent old +Nicky Noodle to go and tax her with it, and to scrape together whatever +evidence he could against her. When this wiseacre saw her at her +school-door, with her raven on one shoulder and the dove on the other, +the lark on her hand, and the lamb and little dog by her side, the sight +took his breath away for a time, and he scampered off, crying out, "A +witch, a witch, a witch!" + +She laughed at the simpleton's folly, and called him jocosely a +"conjuror!" for his pains; but poor Mrs. Margery did not know how much +folly and wickedness there was in the world, and she was greatly +surprised to find that the half-witted Nicky Noodle had got a warrant +against her. + +At the meeting of the justices, before whom she was summoned to appear, +many of her neighbours were present, ready to speak up for her character +if needful. But it turned out that the charge made against her was +nothing more than Nicky's idle tale that she was a witch. Now-a-days it +seems strange that such a thing could be; but in England, at that +period, so fondly styled by some "the good old times," many silly and +wicked things were constantly being done, especially by the rich and +powerful against the poor--such things as would not now be borne. + +It happened that, among the justices who met to hear this charge against +Mrs. Margery, there was but one silly enough to think there was any +ground for it; his name was Shallow, and it was he who had granted the +warrant. But she soon silenced him when he kept repeating that she +_must_ be a witch to foretell the weather, besides harbouring many +strange creatures about her, by explaining the use of her weather-glass. + +[Illustration] + +Fortunately her patron, Sir Walter Welldon, was well acquainted with the +use of the new instrument. When he had explained its nature to his +foolish brother-justice, he turned the whole charge into ridicule, and +gave Mrs. Margery such a high character, that the justices not only +released her at once, but gave her their public thanks for the good +services she had done in their neighbourhood. + +One of these gentlemen, Sir Edward Lovell, who was a widower, fell ill, +and requested Mrs. Margery to take charge of his house, and look after +his dear children. Having taken counsel with her kind old friend the +clergyman, she consented to this, and quite won Sir Edward's respect and +admiration by her skill and tenderness in nursing him, and by the great +care she took of his children. + +By the time that Sir Edward fully regained his health, he had become +more and more attached to Mrs. Margery. It was not then to be wondered +at, that when she talked of going back to her school, he should offer +her his hand in marriage. This proposal took her quite by surprise, but +she really loved Sir Edward; and her friends, Sir Walter and Mr. +Goodall, advised her to accept him, telling her she would then be able +to do many more good works than she had ever done before. + +[Illustration] + +All things having been settled, and the day fixed, the great folks and +others in the neighbourhood came in crowds to see the wedding, for glad +they were that one who had, ever since she was a child, been so +deserving, was to be thus rewarded. Just as the bride and bridegroom +were about to enter the church, their friends assembled outside were +busily engaged in watching the progress of a horseman, handsomely +dressed and mounted, who was galloping up a distant slope leading to the +church, as eagerly as if he wanted to get there before the marriage. +This gentleman, so elegantly dressed, proved to be no other than +Margaret's brother, our former acquaintance little Tommy, just returned +with great honour and profit from a distant foreign country. When they +had recovered from this pleasant surprise, the loving couple returned to +the altar, and were married, to the satisfaction of all present. + +After her happy marriage, Lady Lovell continued to practise all kinds of +good; and took great pains in increasing and improving the school of +which she had been the mistress, and placed there a poor but worthy +scholar and his wife to preside over it. + + + + +[Illustration: GOODY +TWO +SHOES] + + + + +[Illustration: ABCDEFGH +IJKLMNO +PQRSTU +VWXYZ] + + + + +[Illustration:WALTER CRANE'S +PICTURE BOOKS + +LARGE SERIES + +ENGRAVED & PRINTED +BY +EDMUND EVANS, LTD.] + + + + +Transcriber Notes: + +Passages in italics were indicated by _underscores_. + +Small caps were replaced with ALL CAPS. + +The illustrations have been moved so that they do not break up +paragraphs. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38050.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38050.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..05c10e66d940cb4a298d5c1fd109ff41e7ec79d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38050.txt @@ -0,0 +1,372 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Anna Whitehead, Diane Monico, +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + +ALL +(Frightfully Unofficial) +about an OLD FRIEND of mine + +What he most probably was +What he most certainly will be +AND WHO HAS DONE THIS? + +WHY +THE CAT. + + + + +Dedicated to the Notice +OF ALL +The Firms of this Great City +whether +BANKERS BROKERS OR OTHERS +WHO +In their Rise to Wealth and Affluence +have NOT yet +Recognised the "Generous Policy" That their +Success is always partly Due to the Honesty and +Energy of their +SERVANTS, +AND WHO +After taking to Themselves all the +_HONEY_ in the _HIVE_ +Leave to the +WORKERS +NOTHING +but the Lees. + +"A good Master maketh a good Servant" + + MARTIN TUPPER. + + + + +[Illustration: + +ALL +(Frightfully Unofficial) +about an OLD FRIEND of mine + +What he most probably was +What he most certainly will be +AND WHO HAS DONE THIS? + +WHY +THE CAT.] + + + + +[Illustration: What he most probably was, + +before he became] + + +[Illustration: A General-Private-Joint-Continental-Universal-Everlasting +Respectable-Responsible +BANKERS CLERK. + +During his 1st year of Service + +(Fancies he's got a "good thing")] + + +[Illustration: At 10 years Service, he has his doubts.] + + +[Illustration: This is the BC of 20 years Service--he--_hasn't any +doubts now_. Bless you! He knows _all about it, and_ he's going home! To +his--_Dinner_!!!] + + +[Illustration: HERE IT IS! + +AND ought'nt he to be _thankful_] + + +[Illustration: AT 40, 50, or 150 years Service, _he wonders_ (_ha! ha!_) +Why his old heart may not be eased + +_BY A PENSION_ + +that _he and his_ can live upon, together with a _handsome present_ of +_the remnant of his life_] + + +[Illustration: But he is informed that if he will send in his +_resignation_ _first_, It will be seen what can be done for him + +_Afterwards_ + +"_Is he quite worn out.?_ not another _6 months_? dear me! + +_quite sure?_ Ah!"] + + +[Illustration: This generous proposal does'nt satisfy our greedy old +friend, so he comes up to the scratch as usual + +And he works all day, and he dreams all night] + + +[Illustration: Once he dreamt (silly Old boy) he dreamt] + + +[Illustration: He had an _IDEA_!!! + +(of course it was only a dream.)] + + +[Illustration: (His Dream) + +Why not appeal to his Masters the DIRECTORS they can but say No. they +are Gentlemen, and _they won't eat him_] + + +[Illustration: (His Dream) + +And of cours.--HOORAY!!!! + +The DIRECTORS declare that their _trusted servant_ SHOULD NOT be an +_exception_ to the _Universal Rule_, but that he had risen in value like +everything else AND they further declare, they will not permit, _the man +whose labour increases with their success_, to be _left behind_ by the +butcher, the Baker, or the Candlestick Maker.--_NO_ not to put dividends +into their own pockets, + +_OR ANY OTHER MANS_] + + +[Illustration: (still his dream.) + +And Georgiana-Amelia looks more like the girl he took away from the old +Rectory 20 years ago than he ever hoped to see again + +Why she's getting FAT!, Sir FAT!] + + +[Illustration: (but dreams) + +And so is Tommy' Sir.] + + +[Illustration: (very happy dreams) + +And Georgiana Amelia, Junior.] + + +[Illustration: (Are very very seldom) + +And so Goodbye, Sir Goodbye. No, we _do not_ live at Poplar now--Why, +yes, quite a change. Just so Good bye to you, Sir + +_Hem_--_WE ARE GOING TO CHURCH._] + + +[Illustration: (REALIZED) + +OH! _Are you_.--_You're going to the City_, Old Boy. WHAT!!! _Give you +more pay_--Pooh. Think of the Honorable _Confidence_ your Masters +_cannot help giving you_--Think of that--Very Valuable, Eh. + +_Ah! I should think so_, and you had better wake up those Shakey old +legs of yours, or you'll be _Under the Line_] + + +[Illustration: And one Morning + +_he is_ _Under the Line_] + + +[Illustration: And _THIS is the result of his lifes labour_] + + +[Illustration: + +EXTRAORDINARY COINCIDENCE + +SOME BODY +ELSE + +HAS BEEN DREAMING + +OR + +OUR MUTUAL FRIEND + +BEING + +The FINAL SCRATCHES of + +THE CAT + +WHO + +After this will vanish + +And like the baseless +fabrick of a dream +Leave not a wrack behind] + + +[Illustration: Having attended a Committee of the most exciting and +exhaustive nature "Somebody" indulges in the traditional "40 Winks".] + + +[Illustration: But the Committee hasn't done with him yet--the "Winks" +are disturbed, and the Phantom of a defunct argument, that _He_ settled +long ago, sits itself rudely on the table, in a Makeshifty sort of way +and insists upon having another "go in".] + + +[Illustration: And so he thinks, _He_ thinks! his income is too small; +Why _it's Princely_, said the "Shadowy party" whose own "pull" was about +L20,000 a year, He ought to make it do somehow, and if he don't like it +you can manage without him. + +Now look here, let me show you an Article.] + + +[Illustration: _There!!!_ + +Now I call this cheap.--_There he is_, Salary L40. _and_ white choker +_not_ objected to. (for the matter of that he'll wear plush +or--anything)----Come he's goodlooking. He'll work for you, respect you, +as much as he does himself, be a credit to you, _and_ finally, he's been +in the Pawnbroking line, _says_ _he lives on Oatmeal Porridge--and comes +from the North_ + +(ED NOTE "Puss" who comes fra' the North hersel, is disgusted with the +"Cad", _and does'nt believe him_.] + + +[Illustration: His harmless Pursuits----] + + +[Illustration: And his simple Tastes,----] + + +[Illustration: Will render him at once the _ornament_ and "Prop" of your +Establisment.--] + + +[Illustration: _And_ if in the ingenuous enthusiasm of his _Generous_ +Nature, _he should_ by chance "run short"; He's _not the man_ to pester +you with Petitions. _He_ has a soul above _asking for Money_.] + + +[Illustration: Just so--,] + + +[Illustration: Ha! Ha! laughed "Somebody", to "the" great danger of the +"Winks"; _Of course_, and we shouldn't dream of taking such a scamp. +_We_, Hem, have _always_ drawn _Our_ staff from a _very_ different +class, and _why_ shouldn't we always do so, _We_ are quite satisfied +with them, and our Business, and our Profits are Increasing +yearly.----Upon my word said "Somebody" _everything_ connected with "Our +House" gives me unlimited satisfaction.] + + +[Illustration: And you are going to make the satisfaction just a _leetle +Mutual_; Sir, indeed we ought to thank you very much; Said a new and +most impertinent Essence, who appeared, somewhat prematurely, to have +made up his mind, and so settled the question out of hand.] + + +[Illustration: What do you mean, Sir. We don't require _your_ +interference said "Somebody" (who couldn't encourage that sort of +thing). I see they forgot the Doctor, and no doubt your _Wife will go_ +to church. Yes, that sort of thing does cost _something_, and you +couldn't very well stop her, no, no. And I see you _never_ spend _any +money_ for Conveyance, and you never have _any_ recreation, or change of +air; nothing to help through the dismal monotony of your 12 days holiday +in _November_ or _February_ and you can't even afford "8 hours at the +Sea Side" for the Wife and little ones. In fact you've no money. _no +comfort! no Pipe! no Glass! no music! no Paper! no nothing._ + +Well!!! said "Somebody" you're an _Extraordinary Man_--_but I don't +believe you_--Now I can _understand this_. _You cannot afford_ _any_ of +these things, _that_ is clear. But Human Nature is frail, and Alas! +B.C.s _are but_ Human. Come, Sir confess at least _to some of these +iniquities_, and then--_What is the consequence?_] + + +[Illustration: Why 50 per cent of you get into debt, and you know it +Said "Somebody" do you think you can decieve me? Why its clear that if +you will _really_ make out a list of The Butcher, The Baker, The Water +rate, The _Poor Rate_!! and the Income Tax (every penny--poor devil) and +_all the other luxuries in which you indulge_. Why both ends _can't_ +meet] + + +[Illustration: Somebody Somebody, Esquire + +Of course they wont. I've said so before. Give you my Vote and Interest? +Do we wish to conduct our Business on the "Old Clo" principle, like a +Firm of Jew Slopmakers? said "Somebody", getting Indignant, and +dangerously red about the Face--NO! very well. Give you my Vote and +Interest? _I always have._ Give them again?----(you know young man, this +is all very unofficial--well then) Yes.--_I Will_] + + +[Illustration: And "Somebody" said "I will" so loudly that he woke +himself up.] + + +[Illustration: And "Somebody" _who was "Somebody"_ (may his shadow never +be less) _did_ give his Vote and Interest. + +_And the result_, some of it is in my Pocket (_long may it stop there_) +the Result is, that _Our House_ is up to _any Amount of Work_ and will +undertake _to beat the Cheap Jacks into Fits_ + +Let us hope the example of "our little Shop" will be catching + +Now then ALLTOGETHER + AND SO SAY ALL OF US + AND SO SAY ALL OF US +FOR HE IS A JOLLY GOOD + +SOMEBODY COMING + +See him do it! + +Puss in taking leave of his Friends _Congratulates_ them on the _Fact_ +that _they know who is_ OUR "MUTUAL FRIEND" (and it isn't everyone can +say that). In conclusion it is to be hoped that "Nobody" will be the +only person so _unfeline_ as to dream of + +"PUTTING A STOPPER ON THE CAT'S MEAT"] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes + +Retained the spelling and punctuation anomalies of the original. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38227.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38227.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3619402dfca3a300cdf7c20db85f24a576d02d17 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38227.txt @@ -0,0 +1,365 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Emmy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +(http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made available by +Internet Archive (http://www.archive.org) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 38227-h.htm or 38227-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/38227/pg38227-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/38227/38227-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + http://www.archive.org/details/rainbowafterthun00ladyiala + + + + + +THE RAINBOW, AFTER THE THUNDER-STORM. + +by + +A LADY. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + +London: +Printed for Francis Westley, +Stationers'-Court, Ludgate-Hill. +1823. + +T. C. Hansard, Printer, +Peterboro'-court, Fleet-street, London. + + + + +THE RAINBOW, AFTER THE THUNDER-STORM. + + +JULIA and her mamma resided chiefly in London. Owing to indisposition +the family were a little way from home for the benefit of the air. In +consequence of that, Julia and her mamma were frequently walking out. +One summer's evening they had extended their walk to an unusual length, +when suddenly the clouds gathered, and distant thunder indicated an +approaching storm. They were a great way from any house, but hurried to +the nearest one for shelter. It was a large brick-built house, with a +court-yard, inclosed by a high wall. At the iron gate was a servant, +with a pitcher in her hand, taking some milk of a man who stood by. +Julia's mamma went up to her, and said, "Will you be so obliging as to +let us have a shelter from the storm? It appears likely to be very +severe." The servant replied, "I am very sorry, ma'am, but it is not in +my power; my master and mistress are not at home, and they have given me +orders not to admit any stranger." + +There was no time to hesitate; immediately they proceeded to an +unfinished house they recollected to have seen; it was a quarter of a +mile distant. Almost breathless with fatigue, they arrived; the +wash-house door was standing open, they entered, and thought themselves +happy in having so good a shelter. "Oh," said Julia, "how cruel it was +in that young woman to refuse to let us go into the house! I would not +have done so." "Then," replied her mamma, "you would have done wrong; +however painful it must have been to her, to refuse was no more than her +duty as a faithful servant." + +Every minute the lightning became more vivid, and the thunder appeared +to be bursting over their heads. "Oh, mamma," said Julia, "how awful +this is!" "Yes, it is indeed, my dear," said her mamma; "God thundereth +marvellously with his voice; great wonders doeth he, which we cannot +comprehend." "This is a storm," remarked Julia, "such as I never +remember before. Hark! how it thunders. Oh, what a dreadful flash of +lightning! Oh, the thunder! It gets worse; how shall I bear it! Hide me, +hide me, my dear mamma; let me get into some dark place." "My dear +love," said her mamma, "you surprise me to see you so alarmed; it is +what I did not expect; don't give way to fear; _I_ cannot hide you from +this storm any more than I can hide you from the presence of God; and +that you are sure I cannot do. Be composed, my love, and let each of us +say-- + + 'Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, + Till the storm of life is past; + Safe into the haven guide, + O receive my soul at last!' + +Our father sits at the helm; he will guide the storm, and I shall say to +you as our Lord said to his disciples when _they_ were in a storm, and +as he says to us now in his word, "Why are ye so fearful, have ye no +faith?" Let us put our trust in _him_, and look for our protection from +_him_. How much tenderness was there in our Lord's words! He did not +blame them much for their fears, but kindly reminded them that it was +their duty to trust in God. You are not like your little brother when +_he_ was about four years old. I was out with him when it thundered, and +he said, 'Don't be afraid mamma; if we love God, nothing can hurt us.'" + +"It makes me tremble so much," said Julia. "If a storm like this is so +awful, my dear," said her mamma, "what must the second coming of Christ +be, when the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also, and +all the works that are therein shall he burned up! How will the sinner +tremble, and call to the mountains and rocks, 'Fall on us, and hide us +from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of +the lamb!' Now we need not try to hide ourselves, but if we love the +Saviour, may say-- + + 'This awful God is ours, + Our father, and our love.' + +[Illustration] + +"I think the thunder is more distant," continued her mamma, "and does +not succeed the lightning so soon." "Does that make any difference?" +asked Julia. "It proves, my dear," answered her mamma, "that the cloud +is going from us; but I observed you were more afraid of the thunder +than of the lightning; when you hear the thunder, the danger is over. It +is only the _lightning_ that is fatal. When we have seen the lightning, +but have not been touched by it, and when the thunder does not come +immediately after it, it is foolish to turn pale and tremble at a sound +which is not dangerous. After the flash of lightning is over, we may +securely wait for the clap of thunder; it is as harmless as the sound of +a cannon. The thunder tells us we have escaped the danger, and at the +same time informs us at what distance; for the greater space of time +there has been between the flash of lightning and the thunder, the more +distant the storm." + +Julia's mamma proceeded, "I heard a poor woman once say she thought God +was angry with the people, and had sent a storm to punish them. That is, +however, a very ignorant way of talking. Storms are a blessing, and we +ought to be thankful for them; and though we know they sometimes do +hurt, and a few lives are lost, yet how few compared with what might be +expected! Out of seven hundred and fifty thousand persons who died in +the space of thirty years in London, there were only two killed by +lightning. Probably if there were no storms, the air would be so impure, +that men and other living creatures would perish by millions. Let us, my +dear, lift up our hearts in gratitude to the Almighty, who, though he +sometimes shows us his grandeur and his glory in this manner, yet always +displays more of _mercy_ than of _judgment_. After all, God has more +glory and greatness than he shows to us; what, then, will be the +manifestations of them, when in another world we see him face to face! +Yet what we shall behold of him there will fill us with _delight_, and +not _terror_, as I heard you singing the other day, my dear-- + + 'Millions of years my wond'ring eyes + Shall o'er thy beauties rove, + And endless ages I'll adore + The glories of thy love. + + Sweet Jesus! ev'ry smile of thine + Shall fresh endearments bring, + And thousand tastes of new delight + From all thy graces spring.' + +May we be prepared for that period, and enjoy all that blessedness +described in those beautiful lines! There, my dear, will be no storms, +and we shall have no fear." "I thank you, my dear mamma, for talking so +to me," said Julia; "I have not felt so much fear since you began." + +The rain had nearly ceased, and the storm was gone. Julia and her mamma +were glad to prepare for going home. As soon as they entered the field +leading to their home, Julia remarked how refreshed every thing +appeared. "Yes," said her mamma, "nature never appears more lovely than +after a Thunder-storm. The herbage of the field is revived, and what +before was fading is refreshed. All animals seem to rejoice; birds are +coming from their shelter, and are singing delightfully, though it is +nearly their time for rest; and the cattle share in the general +pleasure. See those two lambs, how prettily they are playing!" + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE RAINBOW. + + +It was at this moment Julia looked around to admire the scenery, and +beheld a Rainbow. "Look, look!" she said, "mamma, what a beautiful +Rainbow! How wide it spreads! How many colours are there? Let me count +them. One, two, three, four, five--" "My dear," said her mamma, "there +are seven, and in the following order: _red_, _orange_, _yellow_, +_green_, _blue_, _purple_, and _violet_. These colours appear so much +the more lively, according as the cloud behind is darker, and the drops +of rain fall the closer. The Rainbow can last only while the rain +continues. The sun must be behind us, and the rain opposite to us. The +sun and rain must appear at the same time in order to form a Rainbow. It +is caused by the rays of the sun reflected on drops of water, and is a +picture the most beautifully coloured of any the Creator has given to +us. The nearer the sun is to setting, the wider the arch extends. When +the sun is at its greatest height, the bow appears the smallest. + +"Where do we read, my dear, in the Bible about the Rainbow?" asked +Julia's mamma. "I think, mamma," replied Julia, "it was to Noah as a +sign the world should not again be destroyed by water, and we read so in +the book of Genesis." "Yes," answered her mamma, "my dear, you are +right. How very fearful would Noah and his family have been whenever +they saw dark clouds arise and an appearance of much rain, if God had +not kindly said what he intended by the Rainbow! But he explained it by +saying, 'I do set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be for a token of a +covenant between me and the earth. And the bow shall be in the cloud; +and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant +between me and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the +earth!' + +"A bow bespeaks terror; but this has neither string nor arrow; it is an +emblem of peace. If it had not been said that it was a token to all +generations, even _we_ should have feared a deluge whenever a storm +approached. How must Noah have felt when he and his family left the ark, +and not a vestige of any thing remained they had seen before! For the +waters had covered the highest mountains, and had risen fifteen cubits +higher; that is, seven yards and a half; so that in vain would salvation +have been hoped for from the hills and mountains. What was Noah's +conduct on leaving the ark? He did not forget (as many do) the mercies +of God which he had received. The first thing he did was to build an +altar for the worship of God. One would have thought, so dreary as every +thing must have appeared, his first care would have been to build a +house for himself and family, warm and sheltered as they had been in the +ark. But no; Noah _feared_ God, and therefore his first care was to +_serve_ him. + +"May it be so, my dear, with _you_," continued Julia's mamma. "May _you_ +seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all other +things shall be added unto you! Noah's worship was accepted, and +immediately God said unto him, I will no more destroy the world with a +flood. What kindness is here shown! I think, my love, it is time we +hastened home." + +[Illustration] + +When they arrived at their abode, as Julia's papa was not expected that +night, her mamma, according to her usual practice in his absence, rang +the bell for the servants to attend family worship; and a large family +bible being laid on the table, her mamma, with great solemnity, read the +twenty-ninth Psalm, which being done, all kneeled, and she, in a sweet, +feeling manner, approached the throne of Mercy. When prayer was over, +all rose from their knees; Julia kissed her mamma, and took her leave of +her for the night. "Good night, my dear," said her mamma; "don't forget +to pray in secret before you close your eyes for sleep. Adieu! dear +Julia; + + 'May angels guard thy head, + And through the hours of darkness keep + Their watch around thy bed!'" + +I hope, my dear young reader, you will consider what Julia's mamma said +to her for _her_ instructions and comfort about the Storm and the +Rainbow is here mentioned for _your_ instruction and comfort too on such +occasions. Only fear God, and you need not fear any thing else. + + How dreadful to hear in the sky + The thunder so long and so loud! + To witness the fork'd lightnings fly, + Discharged from yonder black cloud! + Lord, mercy on me do bestow, + And show me the peaceful Rainbow! + + In vain to shelters do I run, + If I find no shelter in Thee; + No threat'ning dangers can I shun, + But as Thou art gracious to me. + Thou can'st hush my fears I well know, + By showing the peaceful Rainbow. + + That tells me the storm shall soon end, + The earth shall be delug'd no more, + That God is my father and friend, + Whose love is great as his power. + His signal to creatures below + Is the peaceful, lovely Rainbow. + + This bow is not bent by a string, + Because the anger is all fled; + Nor has it an arrow to fling, + So that I have nothing to dread. + And God now would have me to know, + All is _mercy_ in the Rainbow. + + In future, then, when I'm afraid, + And darkness and storms fill the air, + I will think that God who them made, + Views me as a child of his care; + That storms will soon cease from below, + And the sky display the Rainbow. + + +FINIS. + + + T. 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CARLILE, 55, FLEET STREET. + +1821. + +Price Twopence. + + + + +THE CHARACTER OF THE JEW BOOKS + +Justice is due to all men; it is a gem that sheds a brilliant radiance +upon the tyrant and the slave, upon the rich and the poor; Justice is +in the moral world what the sun is in the physical, one illuminates +the intellectual, the other the terrestrial system. By the standard of +justice measure the rulers of the earth; try their actions, calculate +their characters, weigh their governments in the balance of justice; +when analyzed by this test and found unalloyed, grant unmeasured praise; +if deficient, if tyranny, villainy, bigotry and cruelty preponderate, +condemn them, and consign them to the execration of all mankind. +Notwithstanding the exertions of Philosophy, and the undaunted +perseverance of _a few men_, barbarity, cupidity and bigotry, generally +prevail; the numerous devotees, the thronged congregation of rogues, +slaves, and fools at the shrine of avarice, too frequently paralyze +the efforts of liberal men; mean, pitiful, despicable traffic, has +introduced mercantile ideas, and consequently _this nation of hucksters +estimates merit in money_. The rich assume to be privileged, and +unceasingly condemn and revile the industrious poor, as being vicious, +immeasurably criminal, and abandoned to every moral offence: regardless +of themselves, their families, their society, and their souls; let us +enquire if those charges are just, if the poor are degenerated, if they +have abandoned themselves to contempt, to degradation, to confinement, +and to death; _let us endeavour to ascertain if the laws of nature are +changed, let its endeavour to ascertain if the precepts of reason are +revoked, let us endeavour to ascertain if death is preferred to life_. +The poor are the most numerous, the most industrious, and the most +useful part of society; should this portion, this staple part, this +lever of the nation be so deserving of contempt, of execration, and of +condemnation, as some puny-minded, rickety-headed fools would have us +believe, much might be feared for the continued indissolubility of the +nation; such as have monopolized the labour of the poor, and enjoy +the rank of the privileged rich, incessantly insist that severe laws, +vindictive tortures, and daily sanguinary executions would insure +tranquility endangered, preserve religion scoffed, suppress blasphemy +encouraged, strengthen monarchies loathed, despised, scorned, hated and +execrated. The passions of distrust, revenge, fear, hatred, malice and +cruelty distract the rich, that thrive by treachery, hypocrisy, tyranny +and rapacity; conscious of turpitude, stung by remorse, alarmed for the +safety of ill-gotten gains, the robbers and impostors are afraid the +people will claim a restitution of rights and property. + +In investigating the origin of crime perhaps it will appear that the +robbery and hypocrisy of King, and Priests, and Peers, have been the +exciting cause, the immoderate agents, the operative principle, that +called into action the criminal intention imputed to the poor; if such +is proved, could any thing be more cruel, more shocking, more outrageous +of common decency, than for the rich and privileged robbers, usurpers +and impostors, to accuse the people of crimes they have been parties to, +that they have promoted by rapine, encouraged by example; crimes that +they may in effect have committed, for Kings and Peers and Priests +unblushingly practise trades of fraud, imposition, and rapine, their +titles admit their separation from men; experience proves they have +inclination and capacity for any degree of villainy, the worst, the +vilest, and the most detestable of men can invent; no disgrace can +move, no contempt can stagger, no scorn can lower such as pollute the +sanctuaries of the Church and Throne, as certain places are called. + +Survey man from his origin, from his birth, from his infancy, he enters +the word without reflection, without will, without ideas; his mind can +be formed, it can be moulded, it can be directed at pleasure; his +ideas, his expressions, his actions, his life, are the result of his, +education; his infancy, adolescence, his manhood, and his old age, are +the consequence of his instruction; without internal or innate idea, +without any indigenous or spontaneous mind he was nothing but from +without: he has no ideas, no conceptions, but such as result from +external impressions; if deficient organization has deprived him of +sight, he knows nothing of colours; of hearing, nothing of sounds; of +both, he is an idiot. + +If a male child is shut up in a dungeon and fed through a chink, from +twelve months old, he would know nothing beyond his cell, nothing +further than its walls; he would know nothing of Kings, or Priests, +or Peers, or prayers, or tithes, or taxes, or blasphemy; he would know +nothing beyond softness and hardness, roughness and smoothness, heat +and cold; he would know nothing beyond experience, nothing but by +examination, and could have no conception of any thing beyond his +hearing, seeing, touching, tasting and smelling; he would only have +conception of such things as would be produced by a combination of his +few ideas; even the man in the world without information knows nothing +about the superstition of Mahomet, of Zoroaster, of Brahma, and an _Old +Jew_; the child in the dungeon would know nothing of the cruelty of _Jew +Moses_, the licentious ferocity of David, or the amiable gallantry of +Solomon; he would know nothing about the incest, the polygamy and murder +of the Jew fellows, he would knew nothing beyond simple sensations; +let the experiment be continued, let the subject be placed in another +situation, let him be taken at ten years of age from his dungeon and +placed in a disused cell unfrequented by any person but his keeper, +his instructor, his director, a monk and a eunuch; let his keeper +be directed to teach him nothing but the _Jew Books_, let all his +information, let all his ideas, let all his impressions be from those +famous books of law, of morality, and of religion; he will be taught +that incest, adultery, fornication, hypocrisy, drunkenness, perjury, +indecent exposure of women, rapine, and assassinations, are acts of +religion, inculcated, enforced, patronized and practised, by Jew Kings +and Jew Prophets, the chosen people of God; the subject could think +of nothing but what resulted from his education, nothing but what was +consistent with his theory; he could not speak of colours never seen, +describe the people never known, prefer nations never heard of. Arrived +under those exclusive impressions at puberty, sexual organization would +be developed, a new ardour, a new stimulus, a new inclination would +act. His mind would be filled with assassinations, with butcheries, +with seductions and with debaucheries; now prepared, now surcharged with +religious precepts, let him enter the world; his mind, his impressions, +his actions would be formed upon the most sacred models, such as Moses, +David and Solomon; he would be religiously prepossessed in favour of +fraud, perjury, hypocrisy, incest, lust, perfidy and homicide; impressed +with experience, impregnated with religion, with Jew Morality and sacred +gibberish, he would act according to his experience, to his education, +to his religion, and to his God; now set at liberty, impelled by his +passions, irritated by opposition to his lust, his avarice, or his +petulancy, he would, acting consistently and religiously, commit a rape, +a robbery, or a murder, and offend against _human laws or the laws of +reason_, and not those of religion; it would avail nothing even among +Kings, Priests and Peers, to plead the injunctions, the precepts, the +examples, and the dignity of Moses, of Abraham, of Lot, of Isaac, of +David, or of Solomon; suppose he is under sentence of death, who brought +him into that situation? Is he to blame, is he the architect of his +case, is he the cause of his fate, is he the author of his misfortunes, +is human nature to be blotted by such affairs, is he to be censured, +execrated, and despised? Oh no! he is the victim of iniquity, the +martyr of wrong impressions, of wrong education and of bigotry, he +acted according to his education, to his religion and to his experience; +instruction in falsehood, in error, and in injustice has been the +cause, and the blame could only be annexed to the authors of fallacious +principles, interested bigots, and venal hypocrites. Any one instructed +to follow practically the horrid dogmas set forth in the _Jew Books_ +would soon reach the gallows, would be soon covered with crimes, would +be soon consigned to infamy, and the dignity of human nature would be +traduced, would be vilified, would be denounced by every silly fool, +every fanatical quack, every ignorant pretender to legislation, and +every Arch-hypocrite would call aloud for vengeance upon the seduced. + +Man knows nothing of his infancy, he knows nothing but what he is +taught, of the combination of ideas he has imbibed, consequently such +as teach are answerable for the crimes, when the principles of education +are false, and such are Kings, Priests and Legislators. + +Impostors unnecessarily make, religion an important feature in men's +education, the people are obliged to hear, to read, told to reflect upon +some ignorant, illiterate, confused, and cabalistical _Jew Books_*, as +these books contain false, cruel; lying, bloody and obscene stories, and +hold up, as religious and moral, most indecent examples of lechery and +murder, so they are very improper, very dangerous books to put into the +hands of the uneducated and of children. The _Jew Books_ will debauch +the wife, seduce the maid, brutalize and mislead the son; the beastly +maxims they inculcate, have been protected by the superstitious +ignorance, and unreflecting barbarity of former venal bigoted +Parliaments, whose ignorance would now disgrace the awl, or the spade; +the intelligence of the age, however deficient, scorns the Gothic +superstition of our forefathers; the hypocrites endeavour to enforce the +jargon by the perversion of law, by the halter, by the torch, and by +the sword; the intellectual dwarfs are laughed at when they call for +everlasting wrath, and vow eternal perdition; anathemas, eliminations, +and maledictions are ridiculed, as well as the rogue or fool that raves +in the pulpit for his bread; where reason has not spread her rubies, +false doctrines are dangerous; impressed upon vacant minds with such +terrific emphasis and sordid assiduity, the youth and unsuspecting are +corrupted; false doctrines are instilled into vacant minds, which are +the precursors of crime. _Eclat_ is given to the cruelties, of Moses, +the lewd butcheries of David, and the amours of Solomon; the Jew Books +say, "God approves such acts," and such heroes are said to be men after +God's own heart: the statutes, blasphemously of course, proscribe such +royal adventures. Either the statutes, are irreverend and impious, or +the Jew Book is irreverend; law, religion, reason, and the Bible are the +opposites of each other, so that the supporters of what is now called +law, are the destroyers of the Jew Books; the destroyers of the Jew +Books are statute lawyers, or blasphemers, as reasoners are termed in +ant phraseology. Rare inconsistency! + +* Sometimes called Bibles and Testaments. + +Man is the creature of the instruction received; intellectual +impressions form his motives of action, he is necessitated to direct his +life according to those impressions; the mind is moulded like clay by +the potter, carved like marble by the sculptor; as the Jew Books contain +the religion and morals of children, and as they are cruel, wicked, +and vindictive, so children have criminal propensities excited by their +existence; first impressions are adulterated, early habits are poisoned, +and future life impregnated with villainy. + +So far from criminality being occasioned by neglect of Bible reading, +as the ignorant, sordid hypocrite pretends, if it was more read, and +education less mixed, men would be more debased, more perfidious, and +more sanguinary. It is a matter of fact, it is known by experience, +that since Bible Societies have been instituted, and Bible circulation +widened, crimes have increased; the people have been more cruel, more +brutal, more sanguinary, and more vindictive; the human mind has been +poisoned, all the feelings of philanthropy have been blighted; if +such gibberish should extend, the intelligence of the human mind will +retrograde, and its element, a reign of Gothic ignorance predominate, +omit the Bible part of education, and there will be fewer prostitutes, +fewer debauchees, fewer perjurers, fewer tyrants, and fewer murderers; +it is this part of education that pollutes and contaminates the essence +of charity, and mildews all the flowers of intellectual cultivation; +this is the source of the present barbarous schemes of government, +idolized by rogues, and allowed by fools; the Jew Books are the prolific +origin of the cruelty, the treachery, the avarice, and bloody-mindedness +of Kings, Peers and Priests, and all the _coterie_ of impostors; they +collect, they coalesce, they conspire to mislead, to dupe, to rule, +to rob and degrade an unsuspecting and innocent people; a spontaneous +course, a common object, a fellow feeling, bind together the plunderers +and oppressors of mankind. If the people were instructed in morality, in +justice, and in equity, they would see the robbery, the oppression, the +intolerance, and villainy of Kings, Priests and Peers; if intelligence +lead the people to see injustice, a spontaneous breath would remove it, +and regal and sacked impostors cease to oppress; morality and justice +should be the fundamental principles of education, then would men +annihilate the baneful despotisms of Kings, and Priests; they would +no longer support, no longer vindicate, no longer permit to exist, +the canting slothful hypocrisy of voracious privileged impostors; +such villains devour the produce of other men's toil, laugh at what +themselves profess, without care, except to propagate and to continue, +the simplicity, the ignorance, credulity and superstition, of a devoted, +a plundered and inoffensive people; how can men listen to the precepts, +or be persuaded by, the example of impostors, who spend their lives in +licentiousness, in debauchery, in fornication, in drunkenness, and in +sacred swindling? If men follow the example of impostors, abounding in +nothing but infamy, they cease to have claims as citizens upon society, +they forfeit every claim to credit, to justice, and the laws; they are +the pests, the terror, and the disgrace of each other. The impostors +demand the people to pay attention to the Jew Books, because the Jew +Books recommend tribute and tithes; this code of the hypocrites is +calculated to advance the intolerance of despots, and rapacity of +priests; if the people followed some Scripture examples, and adopted as +perfection the models preached up by the priests, they would be daily +conspiring against Kings or tyrants, slaying their brothers, sleeping +with their fathers' wives, debauching their sisters and daughters? in +short, there would, be nothing but adultery, licentiousness, perjury, +conspiracy, cruelty, perfidy, and murder; all those crimes would be the +consequence of adhesion to the Jew Books; yet if the people do act like +Jew-Book heroes, if they do commit any one crime, if either avarice or +delusion excite to violence, they are accused of not having the fear of +God before their eyes, of not having attended to the _tithe-catching_ +advice of Priests, and their books; but of being actuated by +irreligious, profane, blasphemous, and diabolical motives; the dogmas +of Priests and the Laws constantly dash, and while reason suffers the +_tithe-eating corporation_ to exist, legislation must be necessarily +imperfect; it is impossible for the people to follow the law and the +Bible; notwithstanding the suspicion of the Priests, the laws will act +in contradiction to the Bible. + +Men are the creatures of education, they act consistently with what +they are taught; impostors and fools promulgating false principles are +amenable to reason, and they should be to laws made by the whole of +the people; men are criminal in consequence of a fallacious education +adopted by regal and religious impostors, with a view of reaping other +meu's harvests; the object is firstly, to debase, to enslave, to +degrade the mind, and secondly, to plunder the victim; such scoundrels +constantly preach up the deficiency of human nature, that more authority +may be granted to those earthly saviours; a nation governed by Kings +and Priests must be always in a state, of barbarism, of shameful +indifference, and of crime; such nations are inhabited by an inferior +race of men, when it may be presumed only a few scintillations of +Philosophy have reached; States governed by Kings and Priests show the +sun of reason is still below the horizon; if human nature is criminal +in appearance, it is not so in fact, such cases are confounded with the +errors of educators, which are instilled into man from the moment of his +birth; if he is ever revengeful, vindictive, and sanguinary, attribute +it to the licensed villains that blot the face, of the earth; reflect +upon this you pampered; you bloated impostors, who riot upon the poor +man's industry; you hypocrites, who carouse upon the sweat of his +brow, and who sack the spoil of the criminal your rapacity has created; +_Tyrants and impostors! remember you are splendid at the expence of +honesty, pain, disease and death_; Give the people justice, and they +will be laborious; if they are laborious, they must have plenty; and +if they have plenty, they will be honest; men are naturally innocent, +passive and pacific; false information and injustice are the sources of +violence and crime; remember this, you corporate impostors and tyrants, +and correct your own errors before you brand the innocent with infamy. +Cast the beams out of your own eyes before you shed your acrimonious +calumny upon the virtuous and the just. + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Character Of The Jew Books, by Philanthropos + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38377.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38377.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..51fb108cfc056047be52638ef3aea8ca0ad6cde6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38377.txt @@ -0,0 +1,237 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE CHARACTER OF A PRIEST + +By Philanthropos + +London: + +Printed And Published By R. Carlile, 55, Fleet-Street + +1821. + +Price Twopence + + + + + +THE CHARACTER OF A PRIEST + +Nature pregnant with equality, with justice, and generosity, has given +all men the same organization, the same functions, the same powers; she +has neither created higher nor lower, superior nor inferior, master +nor slave; inequality would imply monopoly; monopoly, partiality; and +partiality, divine injustice; all the operations of Nature are simple, +just, equitable, and invariable: nothing is done at random, nothing +is effected by chance, nothing is the result of uncertain laws. The +operations of Nature, the physical laws of men and of morality are +as uniform as the revolutions of the solar system; every action +is consistent with the essence of the acting body; nothing can act +inconsistently with its elements. All Nature acts in conformity with +universal laws; man forms an integral part of Nature, and must act in +unison with his elements; the laws of Nature are beyond human controul, +they are independent of man, unchangeable by any power less than +the contriver; the laws of Nature are neither arrested, interrupted, +biassed, or controverted by venal, bigoted, fanatical Priests. + +A Priest has the same essence, is composed of the same elements, endowed +with the same organization as other men; he has no more natural command, +no greater power, no greater right; Priests do not come into the world +with crosiers, or with, mitres, or with rosaries; the revolutions +of matter create and destroy them; they are decomposed as a cow or +a cabbage. It is not Nature, but the folly of man that has given +consequence to the Priest; all the wealth, all the advancement, all +the power the Priests enjoy, are acquired by hypocrisy, by perjury, +by extortion, and by swindling: the trade is founded in fraud, in +blasphemy, and impiety; matured by cupidity, by venality, and by masked +villainy. The impostor pretends to have exclusive access to exclusive +favour from the Deity. + +It is by inflexible truth, by the invariable laws of Nature, that the +impostor will be analyzed; bring him to the shrine of reason, denude him +of his robes, of his mask, of his hypocrisy, he is not more than man +by Nature, but worse by morality, inasmuch as he is covered by infamous +offences; however intention may operate, however simplicity may +be deluded, there cannot be one honest, one independent, and one +intelligent man among the whole body of Priests; bigots by education, +dishonest by trade, ignorant of the first principles of science, they +must necessarily be superstitious, cruel, and vindictive; whatever +purity, whatever humility, whatever candour, the Priest may profess, is +resolvable into individual interest; he has no parent but avarice, +no God but money. Although the Evangelists, the Priests, the sacred +impostors, are similar by nature, similarly educated in chicane and +hypocrisy, they do not agree in any one religious profession: the +Bonzes, the Muftis, and the Priests, have different churches, different +Gods, different creeds. Religious impostors uniformly coincide in +plundering the people; there is no other symptom of similarity, no +atom of cohesion, but rapine, among Priests: God is made something and +nothing, every where and no where; he is one thing at Ispahan, another +at Constantinople, and a third at Rome; what is religion at one place, +is blasphemy at another. + +If truth was as mutable, as liable to change, as subject to variation, +as the dogmas of Priests, conflicting opinions would act to mutual +destruction. God, acting always through Nature, always by universal +and self-evident laws, would not permit a thousand sects of ignorant, +profane, impious, blaspheming Priests, to mislead, impoverish, and +barbarize the people. If God manifested himself through the medium +of Priests, of churches, and of creeds, it would be by means as +self-evident as universal, and as candid and invariable as the rotations +of the solar system; it would not be by starvation at one hour, and +gluttony at another; or kneeling, tenths, pilgrimages, exorcisms, +sprinklings, crosses, sacraments, ablutions, circumcision, and +gibberish. + +Religion is a matter of imagination, of fiction, an hypothesis, and +not of fact: the multifarious dogmas of sectarians, demonstrate the +multiplicity of vapours and conjectures; while men reason from false +principles, religions will multiply to infinity. Philosophers have only +one God--the God of Nature; but roguish Priests, old women and fools +have an endless number; every arch-impostor has profanely made a God of +his own; Priestly genius, pregnant with extortion, and cogitating more +effectually to pick pockets, with his own new trap, than with the stale +tool of other men, has given rise to a multitude of diurnal Deities, +if we witnessed as many variations in the laws of Nature as in the +Priest-trade, the Priests might insist that some attention should be +given to the business of fraud and cant. Every Priest differs from every +other Priest, and all differ from the truth; the Deity does not operate +by stealth, he does not work clandestinely in holes and corners, as +the miracle-mongers attest, but generally, openly, in the face of day, +before all the world, in his works: he does not skulk in mosques, in +churches, or in wildernesses, but is equally every where; he knows +no more of the cross, the crescent, or the crosier, than he does of a +tobacco-pipe, a mile-post, or a broom-stick. If there is one man +more wicked than another it is the impostor, and the lying, cheating +Priest--the misleader of innocent, inoffensive, unsuspecting men; the +more the Priests profess to believe, the greater is the iniquity, +and impiety, and hypocrisy--the more religion they believe, the less +morality they practice. The people should believe the Priests when they +profess principles consistent with Nature, and scorn them: when they +claim belief in inconceivable and false enigmas; attention is to be +given when assertion is demonstrable by collateral facts and not to +matters of faith, mystery and superstition; the Priests are more likely +to tell lies, swindle and deceive the people, than the Deity is to be +cruel, inconsistent, impotent, and enigmatical; believe nothing out of +the order of Nature; the assertion of even one thousand honest fanatics +would be inadequate to induce any sensible man to believe that the +course of Nature was changed for one moment. + +The Priests knew it would be useless to spend their time in declamation, +in anathemas, in denunciation, against such as would not from mercenary +motives, or good sense, pay tithes, and feed the idol of superstition; +to enforce their doctrines, to support their extortion, to effect their +unholy rapine, they fallaciously promulgated posthumous torture; they +invented a Hell, to agonize, to rack, to torment such as would not help +to support the imposition. The Priests know their Hell is not a place +of actual existence, but a bugbear, and the Devil, the head master, is +invented, is used as an emptying-pocket tool; such as do not believe +this pick-pocket machinery, such as do not suffer themselves to be +duped, misled, and plundered, by hypocrites, swindlers, rogues, and +extortioners, are reproached as criminals, as sinners, as blasphemers, +as infidels, and as lunatics, and doomed to suffer everlasting torture. +Is it likely that a just, wise, and benevolent Deity would thus +unmercifully punish innocent men for refusing to contribute to the +lasciviousness, licentiousness, and drunkenness, of a vagabond, +blaspheming Priesthood? there is no greater impiety than attributing +such enormity to a wise and parental God! The profanity of Priests +cannot be sufficiently deprecated for alledging such monstrous +injustice to the Deity, and asserting that he has more horrible powers, +principles, and actions than the Devil; the latter is generous, brave, +and forbearing, compared with their God, to whom they attribute malice, +revenge, cruelty, fallacy, and persecution to a whole race of people +because a poor, ignorant, exhausted woman happened to rob an apple-tree, +as he permits school-boys to do with impunity daily: even the Priests +must allow he does not think so much of his apples as formerly. +The Priests should build altars and offer apples to the Lord to act +consistently. + +The Priests are famous mathematicians; they can demonstrate that one is +equal to three, or that three equals one; three eternals is equal to one +eternal, and one holy equal to three holies! + +To please the Deity is to act consistent with his ways; his desire, his +intention, his object, is manifested in the organization of nature, and +as independence and equality are the predominating features in nature, +so those who most strenuously advocate those principles are the most +religious, the most patriotic, the most praiseworthy among men. + +The contrary policy of Priests, destined solely to aggrandize their +trade, is debasing the Deity, degrading man, and trampling upon his +creation. Whatever the Deity values, Priests despise; with a vandal +ferocity they attack whatever does not tend to secure, enlarge, or +multiply the emoluments of the mosque and the church; it is not, in +fact, about the church they bicker, nor about souls and religion, but +about tithes and offerings: the conduct of men is immaterial, they +have a licence to commit any crime, so long as they will pay money +for absolution and subscribe to the sanctity of tithes. There is no +competition among Priests who shall do the utmost degree of good, but +who shall have the power of tithing and deceiving the people: if +the people had sufficient sense they would treat all Priests as +the different kinds of Priests treat each other--as hypocrites and +impostors; constant in jealousy, constant in acrimonious opposition and +mutual abuse, every order, every genus, are contending for the spoil of +credulity. + +The Priests are the enemies of liberty, the adversaries of free +discussion, and the opposite of equality, constantly conspiring against +a people enjoying the blessings of freedom, constantly fettering, +debasing, and insulting the slave. While the Priest is too weak to be +intolerant, he is flattering, deceitful, mean and servile; but when +fraud has elevated him to power, he is arbitrary and domineering, +inflated with despotism, with insolence, and with vanity. + +The multitude of assassinations, of massacres and of wars--the avarice, +the villainy, the bigotry and bloody-mindedness of Priests have +occasioned, exceeds the powers of calculation; the number of religious +murders is lost in figures; every field has groaned under an altar of +immolation; the vegetation of every country has been fertilized, and +the streets of every town deluged with blood shed by the machinations +of Priests; look at that fact, for the benefit of your religion, +you followers of the cross and the crescent; cant no more about +your justice, your generosity, your forbearance, your humanity, your +meekness, or your candour. The Priests have been, for selfish purposes, +the orators and fomentors of most of the mischiefs that have disgraced, +paralyzed, and disfigured the fair character of human nature: it is +disgraceful to any man to be seen in a dispute between Priests and +kings; as hypocrites, as impostors, as common rogues, men of wisdom will +never participate, never be interested, never be duped by the quarrels, +and the envious animosities of the swindling trades. + +All the Priests--all that live by the trade of hypocrisy, all that live +by sacred imposition, are blasphemers, are infidels, are perverters of +the truth, are the distorters of the will and object of the Deity; +and such as most assiduously attempt to dispel the delusion, are most +religious in the eyes of God. Blasphemy is not an offence against truth, +but the offence of truth against Priestcraft. + +Notwithstanding the bickering, the animosity, and the jealousy the +Priests entertain towards each other, they are consistent, they are +unanimous, they are combined in prosecuting any man who has ability, who +has honesty, and who has independence to attack the fraud and hypocrisy +by which they live; whoever attempts to analyze the farce, to unveil the +imposition of revealed religion, is sure to be attacked by Bishops, by +Imans, by Bonzes, and by Muftis; truth acts upon these animals as light +does upon the organization of bats and owls, and other reptiles, at +mid-day. + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Character Of A Priest, by Philanthropos + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38378.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38378.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bb6531c78ab03c1ffda908d4eca8618a73227555 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38378.txt @@ -0,0 +1,417 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + +THE CHRISTIAN SABBATH + +IS IT OF DIVINE ORIGIN? + +By J. B. Remsburg + + +Is the Christian Sabbath of divine origin? I propose to show that it is +not--that there is no more divinity attached to Sunday than to any other +day. I propose to show that the oft-repeated claim that it superseded +the Jewish Sabbath by divine authority is false; I propose to show that +it was originally a heathen holiday, borrowed from the pagan world--the +_venerabile die solis_ a day once consecrated to the orb of light, but +which has been obscured by the thick clouds of theological gloom, that +in the darkness Superstition's bats and owls may the more easily secure +their prey; I propose to show that this Puritanical institution, whose +decrepit form, supported by the crutches of state laws, still lingers +in our midst, is one of the most despicable frauds that a tyrannical +priesthood ever imposed upon credulous humanity. I propose to show that +he who deals in pious cant about "Sabbath desecration" is a knave, or +else + + "Most ignorant of what he's most assured." + +The testimony that I bring is not the testimony of the enemies of +Christianity, but of its friends--of its most learned, most loyal, and +most honorable defenders. My witnesses include the great apostle, Paul; +the most eminent of the Christian fathers; the Protestant reformers; and +many more of the church's greatest scholars and divines. + +ST. PAUL. + +"One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day +alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind" (Rom. xiv, 5). + +"Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of +a holy day, or of the new moon, or of the Sabbath days" (Colossians ii. +16). + +JUSTIN MARTYR. + +"You, because you are idle for one day, suppose you are pious.... Our +God is not pleased with such observances" (Dialogues, chap. xii). + +"You see that the heavens are not idle, nor do they observe the Sabbath" +(Ibid, chap, xxiii). + +IRENÆUS. + +"These things [circumcision and Sabbath observance], therefore, which +were given for bondage, and for a sign to them, he [Christ] canceled by +the new covenant of liberty" (Against Heresies). + +TERTULLIAN. + +"The observance of the Sabbath is demonstrated to have been temporary" +(Answer to Jews). + +"By us [Christians], to whom Sabbaths are strange" (On Idolatry). + +EUSEBIUS. + +"They [the patriarchs] did not therefore regard circumcision nor observe +the Sabbath, neither do we" (Ecclesiastical History, Book I., chap. iv). + +ST. CYRIL. + +"Jesus Christ hath redeemed thee. Henceforth reject all observance of +Sabbaths" (Savage's Sunday Observance). + +ST. EPIPHANIUS. + +"God regardeth not outward cessation from works more upon one day than +another" (Taylor's Works, Vol. XII). + +ST. JEROME. + +"Considered in a purely Christian point of view all days are alike" +(Neander's Church History, Vol. III.). + +"As soon as they [certain devout Christian women] returned home on the +Lord's day, they sat down severally to their work, and made clothes for +themselves and others" (Heylyn's History of the Sabbath, Part II., chap. +iii). + +LUTHER. + +"As regards the Sabbath, or Sunday, there is no necessity for keeping +it" (Michelet's Life of Luther, Book IV., chap. ii). + +"Paul and the apostles, after the gospel began to be preached and spread +over the world, clearly released the people from the observance of the +Sabbath" (Luther's Works, Vol. III., p. 73). + +"If anywhere the day is made holy for the mere day's sake--if anywhere +any one sets up its observance upon a Jewish foundation--then I order +you to work on it, to dance on it, to ride on it, to feast on it--to do +anything that shall reprove this encroachment on the Christian spirit of +liberty" (Table Talk). + +MELANCTHON. + +"The scripture allows that the observance of the Sabbath +has now become void, for it teaches that the Mosaic ceremonies are not +needful after the revelation of the gospel" (Augsburg Confession). + +"The observance neither of the Sabbath nor of any other day is +necessary" (Ibid). + +BUCER. + +"It is not only a superstition, but an apostasy from Christ, to think +that working on the Lord's day, in itself considered, is a sinful thing" +(Cox's Sabbath Laws, p. 289). + +ZWINGLE. + +"It is lawful on the Lord's day, after divine service, for any man to +pursue his labors" (Ibid, p. 287). + +BEZA. + +"No cessation of work on the Lord's day is required of Christians" +(Ibid, p. 286). + +ERASMUS. + +"It is meet, therefore, that the keeping of the Sabbath day give +place to the commodity and profit of man" (Paraphrase on Mark). + +CALVIN. + +"The Fathers frequently call the command for the Sabbath a +shadowy commandment, because it contains the external observance of the +day, which was abolished with the rest of the figures at the advent +of Christ.... The same day which put an end to the shadows admonishes +Christians not to adhere to a shadowy ceremony" (Institutes, Book II., +chap. viii). "Christians, therefore, should have nothing to do with a +superstitious observance of days" (Ibid). + +ARCHBISHOP CRANMER. + +"The Jews were commanded to keep the Sabbath day, but we Christians are +not bound to such commandments of Moses's law" (Cranmer's Catechism). + +WILLIAM TYNDALE. + +"We be lords over the Sabbath, and may yet change it into Monday, or +into any other day as we see need, or may make every tenth day holy" +(Answer to More, Book I., chap. xxv). + +JOHN FRITH. + +"We are in manner as superstitious in the Sunday as they [the +Jews] are in the Saturday; yea, are we much madder; for the Jews have +the word for their Saturday, since it is the seventh day, and they are +commanded to keep the seventh day solemn; and we have not the word of +God for us, but rather against us, for we keep not the seventh day +as the Jews do, but the first, which is not commanded by God's law" +(Declaration of Baptism). + +COLERIDGE. + +"The English Reformers took the same view of the day as Luther +and the early church" (Comments on Luther's Table Talk). + +DR. HESSEY. + +"The Reformers were nearly unanimous on this point. Sabbatarianism of +every phase was expressly repudiated by the chief reformers in almost +every country" (Bampton Lectures). + +JOHN MILTON. + +"The law of the Sabbath being thus repealed, that no +particular day of worship has been appointed in its place [by divine +authority] is evident" (Christian Doctrines, Book II., chap. vii). + +GROTIUS. + +"These things refute those who suppose that the first day of the week +was substituted in place of the Sabbath, for no mention is ever made of +such a thing by Christ or his apostles" (Annotations on Exodus). + +ARCHBISHOP PALEY. + +"The observance of the Sabbath was not one of the articles enjoined by +the apostles" (Moral Philosophy, Book V., chap. vii). + +"The opinion that Christ and his apostles meant to retain the duties of +the Jewish Sabbath, shifting only the day from the seventh to the first, +seems to prevail without sufficient reasons" (Ibid). "The resting on +that day from our employments, longer than we are detained from them +by attendance upon these assemblies, is, to Christians, an ordinance of +human institution" (Ibid). + +ARCHBISHOP WHATELY. + +"It is not merely that the apostles left us no +command perpetuating the observance of the Sabbath, and transferring the +day from the seventh to the first.... There is not even any tradition of +their having made such a change; nay, more, it is even abundantly plain +that they made no such change" (Notes on Paul). + +JEREMY TAYLOR. + +"The Lord's day did not succeed in the place of the Sabbath, but the +Sabbath was wholly abrogated" (Taylor's Works, Vol. XII). "The primitive +Christians did all manner of works upon the Lord's day, even in times of +persecution, when they were the strictest observers of all the divine +commandments" (Ductor Dubitantium, Book II., chap. ii). + +BISHOP WHITE. + +"In St. Jerome's days, and in the very place where he was +residing, the devoutest Christians did ordinarily work upon the Lord's +day, when the service of the church was ended" (Dialogues on the Lord's +Day, p. 236). + +BISHOP WARBURTON. + +"The observance of the Sabbath is no more a natural duty than +circumcision" (Divine Legation, Book IV., sec. 6). + +WILLIAM PENN. + +"To call any day of the week a Christian Sabbath is not Christian, but +Jewish" (Penn's Works). + +CANON BARRY. + +"The notion of a formal substitution, by apostolic authority, of the +Lord's day for the Jewish Sabbath... has no basis whatever in holy +scripture or in Christian antiquity" (Lecture on Sabbath). + +REV. JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE. + +"Scholars are now generally agreed that the Sabbath obligation was not +transferred by Christ or his apostles to the first day; that there is +not in the Christian scriptures [New Testament] a single command to keep +the Sabbath in any form or on any day" (North American Review). + +ANDREWS. + +"The festival of Sunday is more ancient than the Christian religion, its +origin being lost in remote antiquity. It did not originate, however, +from any divine command nor from piety toward God; on the contrary, it +was set apart as a sacred day by the heathen world in honor of their +chief god, the sun" (History of the Sabbath, p. 258). + +VERSTEGAN. + +"Unto the day dedicated unto the especial adoration of the idol of the +sun, they [the pagans] gave the name of Sunday, as much as to say the +sun's day or the day of the sun. This idol was placed in a temple, and +there adored and sacrificed unto" (Antiquities, p. 68). + +MORER. + +"Sunday being the day on which the gentiles solemnly adored that +planet, and called it Sunday,... the Christians thought fit to keep the +same day and the same name of it, that they might not appear causelessly +peevish, and by that means hinder the conversion of the gentiles" +(Dialogues on the Lord's Day, p. 22). + +DEAN MILMAN. + +"The day of the sun would be willingly hallowed by almost all of the +pagan world" (History of Christianity, Book III., chap. iv). + +DOMVILLE. + +"Centuries of the Christian era passed away before the Sunday was +observed by the Christian church as a Sabbath. History does not furnish +us with a single proof or indication that it was at any time so observed +previous to the Sabbatical edict of Constantine in a.d. 321" (Six Texts, +p. 241). + +"Not any ecclesiastical writer of the first three centuries attributed +the origin of Sunday observance either to Christ or to his apostles" +(Six Texts, supplement). + +KITTO. + +"Though in later times we find considerable reference to a sort of +consecration of the day [Sunday], it does not seem at any period of the +ancient church to have assumed the form of such an observance as some +modern religious communities have contended for. Nor do these writers +in any instance pretend to allege any divine command, or even apostolic +practice, in support of it" (Cyclopedia of Biblical Literature, Art. +Lord's Day). + +COX. + +"There is no evidence, however, that either at this, or at a period much +later, the observance was viewed as deriving any obligation from the +Fourth Commandment; it seems to have been regarded as an institution +corresponding in nature with Christmas, Good Friday, and other festivals +of the church" (Sabbath Laws, p. 281). + +NEANDER. + +"The festival of Sunday, like all other festivals, was always only a +human ordinance" (Church History, Rose's translation, p. 186). + +DR. HENGSTENBERG. + +"The opinion that the Sabbath was transferred to Sunday was first +broached in its perfect form, and with all its consequences, in the +controversy which was carried on in England between the Episcopalians +and Presbyterians [about the close of the sixteenth century]. The +Presbyterians were now in a position which compelled them either to +give up the observance of the Sunday, or to maintain that a divine +appointment from God separated it from the other festivals. The first +they could not do.... They therefore decided upon the latter" (Lord's +Day, p. 66). + +DR. HEYLYN. + +"The brethren had tried many ways to suppress them [church festivals] +formerly, as having too much in them of the superstitions of the church +of Rome, but they had found no way successful till they fell on this, +which was to set on foot some new Sabbath doctrine, and, by advancing +the authority of the Lord's-day Sabbath, to cry down the rest" (History +of the Sabbath). "Though Jewish and Rabbinical this doctrine was, it +carried a fair show of piety, at the least, in the opinion of the common +people, and such as did not stand to examine the true grounds thereof, +but took it upon the appearance; such as did judge, not by the +workmanship of the stuff, but the gloss and color, in which it is not +strange to see how suddenly men were induced, not only to give way unto +it, but without more ado to abet the same, till in the end, and in +very little time, it grew the most bewitching error and most popular +infatuation that ever was infused into the people of England" (Ibid). + +REV. J. N. WAGGONER. + +"Read your Bible through a hundred times with reference to this +subject, and you will each time become more and more convinced of the +truthfulness of the following notable facts: 1. There is no divine +command for Sunday observance. 2. There is not the least hint of a +Sunday institution. 3. Christ never changed God's Sabbath to Sunday. +4. He never observed Sunday as the Sabbath. 5. The apostles never kept +Sunday for the Sabbath. 6. There is no prophecy that Sunday would ever +take the place of the Sabbath. 7. Neither God, Christ, angels, nor +inspired men have ever said one word in favor of Sunday as a holy day" +(The Truth Found). + +CARDINAL GIBBONS. + +"Read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation, and you will not find a +single line authorizing the sanctification of Sunday as a Sabbath" +(Faith of Our Fathers). + +ALEXANDER CAMPBELL. + +"There is no precept or command in the New Testament to compel by civil +law any man who is not a Christian to pay regard to the Lord's day. +It is without authority of the Christian religion. I write this +from principle. I have but one object in view--the suppression of an +anti-rational, anti-constitutional, and anti-scriptural confederation, +that I conscientiously believe to be dangerous to the community, and +inimical to civil and religious liberty; and while I am able to wield +pen, I will oppose every such encroachment on human right*" (Washington, +Pa., Reporter, 1821). + + St. Patrlck's Cathedral, New York. Valued at + $800,000. Not Taxed. + +PRESIDENT GARFIELD + +in Congress, June 22, 1874, said: "The divorce between the church and +the state ought to be absolute. It ought to be so absolute that no +church property, anywhere in any state, or in the nation, should be +exempted from equal taxation; for if you exempt the property of any +church organization, to that extent you impose a church tax upon the +whole community." + +The census of 1890 gave the United States church property worth +$679,426,489. The 1906 census showed $1,257,575,867. The value had +nearly doubled in 16 years. Although church property doubles in +16 years, church membership would not double in' 70 years, for the +36,000,000 members in 1911 gained but a half million in 1912. Church +progress, then, is not counted in converts, but in dollars accumulated +through an exemption which in New York equals the cost of caring for all +the city's poor. + +PRESIDENT GRANT + +in his annual message of 1875 said: "In a growing country, where real +estate enhances so rapidly with time as in the United States, there is +scarcely a limit to the wealth that may be acquired by corporations, +religious or otherwise, if allowed to retain real estate without +taxation. The contemplation of so vast a property as here alluded to, +without taxation, may lead to sequestration without constitutional +authority, and through blood. I would suggest the taxation of all +property equally." + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38504.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38504.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1883969871a507371a0f478750d2b556db4f3853 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38504.txt @@ -0,0 +1,355 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Katherine Delany, Hazel Batey and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + +Illustration: This Book Belongs To. + + +ROBIN'S RAMBLES + +By MAY BYRON + +Illustration: Robin Feeding Young. + +Illustrated by + +A. FAIRFAX MUCKLEY + + + HUMPHREY MILFORD + OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS + LONDON + + +Illustration: Harvest Mice. + +PRINTED BY THOS. FORMAN AND SONS, NOTTINGHAM, ENGLAND + +Illustration: Robin's Rambles. + + + + +ROBIN'S RAMBLES + + +Robin was a very spick and span little person: always neat and dapper, +in fact a wee bit dandified, you might say. He lived in the East Country +in a nice little garden belonging to a nice little house, beside a +stream that went slowly through fields. The house was white-washed pink, +and the roof was tiled with red like Robin's breast. He thought himself +extremely beautiful, remarkably clever, and braver than anybody that +ever lived. But his wife didn't agree with him a bit. + +Mrs. Robin did not bother as to whether she was beautiful, clever, or +brave. She was much too busy for that. For several weeks she had been +getting a home ready for her little ones, and when you have to collect +your home brick by brick, or twig by twig, it takes a good deal of +thought and trouble. Mrs. Robin was now sitting on her nest (which was +in a hole in the ground against the back of the stable), upon five +red-speckled eggs; so she had a bit of a rest; but it was rather dull +and uninteresting for her. Robin, of course, ought to have stayed there +to keep her company and chat a bit, and bring her little tempting +titbits for lunch. But he was so curious and inquisitive about other +people's affairs that he took very little notice of his own. Besides, he +was a born rambler. + +Illustration: Fighting for Crumbs + +So every morning Mrs. Robin would say to him, "What is the latest news, +my dear?" And he would say, "Really, my love, there is very little +doing. I will just take a little stroll and see what news I can pick up +that will amuse you!" And off he would go--and away he would stay, for +every day he went a longer and longer stroll. And when he came back, +either he was too tired to tell Mrs. Robin his adventures, or else she +was going to sleep and wouldn't listen. + +One day he grew suddenly very curious about the kitchen. This was partly +on account of crumbs. He knew the crumbs came out from there, because he +saw the Sparrow family and the Starling household fighting for them. "I +can't be mixed up with people like these," said Robin to himself. +"Squabbling over food--disgusting I call it! I shall take my meals in +private like a gentleman." And he was just going in through the scullery +when he saw a surprised pair of green eyes staring at him as he stood in +the doorway. This was young Missy Kitten, and she wanted to make +friends with him: she was a cheerful little soul and would have liked to +play. But just as she put out a fat soft paw to pat him, old Mother +Tabbykins jumped up from beside the kitchen fire, and came to stop Missy +Kitten playing with strangers. Robin departed more suddenly than he had +come, but Mother Tabbykins kept a bit of his tail-feather. + +Illustration: Old Mother Tabbykins jumped up + +Illustration: Missy Kitten wants to Play + +Next day he went along the stream, till he came to the windmill. It was +standing still, and Robin was quite fidgety with curiosity. He hopped +in through the dusty door, and the mice who lived there were very glad +to see him. They were humble, dingy sort of people, and they thought him +very lively and quite grand, because of the airs he gave himself. But, +while he was telling them wonderful traveller's tales about himself and +the things he had seen, suddenly the windmill sails began to turn, and +everything started creaking and whirring. Robin went off so fast that he +got home perfectly breathless. "My dear--the end of the world is come!" +he puffed and panted. "Nothing of the sort," replied Mrs. Robin sharply. +"You wait till you hear!" he exclaimed, and he told her all about it. +But she didn't sympathise one bit. + +Illustration: He got home perfectly breathless. + +"I shall be out longer to-day," said Robin next morning. "I want to see +more of the world. It's a stupid, humdrum life, just pecking and +flapping round a stable." "Maybe you'll go farther and fare worse," +replied Mrs. Robin. "Nonsense," said he, "it's all very well for you, +leading the lazy life you do, just sitting on a lot of eggs. But there, +I can't expect you to understand. Ta-ta!" and he disappeared. + +Illustration: Mr. Red Vole came out. + +He crept along a blackthorn hedge, which ran through a field full of +cowslips; at the foot of the hedge there was a dyke, or wide ditch with +reeds and bulrushes in it every here and there. This was quite a +delightful ramble for Robin, at first: but soon his curiosity began to +get him into trouble. He came across a little hole and wanted to +explore it--he simply loved poking and prying into other people's +holes,--and Mr. Red Vole came out very snappish and snarlish. "What do +you want here?" said Mr. Red Vole. "Didn't you see the notice outside: +'No tramps or hawkers'? Nobody is admitted except on business!"--"But I +am on business," said Robin resentfully. "Whose?" enquired Mr. Red Vole. +"Your own, or somebody else's?"--"I will give you the answer to-morrow," +said Robin with a perky air, and he flew away rather quickly, for Mr. +Red Vole had most disagreeable-looking teeth. + +"Don't you mind him," said Tom Sedge-Warbler, who was swinging on a tall +bulrush hard by. "His bark is worse than his bite. I've known him as +cross as two sticks with me, because he said I kept him awake at night. +I said, 'Well, here's a bit of willow-down. Stuff your ears with that.' +And, would you believe it, he called me names!" + +"Oh, you sing at night, do you?" said Robin. + +Illustration: Tom Sedge-Warbler was swinging on a tall bulrush. + +"I sing whenever I feel like it," said Tom Sedge-Warbler. "I hate +doing things at stated times. I haven't got one of your neat and tidy +minds that go by the clock." + +Illustration: The Family at the Mill. + +"But there's nobody to hear you at night," said Robin, who thought it +was waste of a song unless there was someone near to admire it. Tom +Sedge-Warbler told him, "Bless you, yes, there is--heaps of 'em. Why, +only last night the Water-Lady--hold hard--I'm going to sing now--it's +coming on--I can't stop!" And he suddenly burst forth like a musical box +that has been wound up to go on for ever. Robin said impatiently, "Do +stop for half a second!--I want to know several things." But Tom +Sedge-Warbler only shook his cheerful head and went on, on, on, on, on, +on.... And at this moment there came a fierce and furious wind, a +perfectly enormous wind, all wild and whirling. It goes about in the +East Country and nowhere else, and it is called the "Roger." And it +caught up Master Robin and whiffed him right away, as if he had been a +little bit of straw, along with all sorts of other things,--real bits of +straw, and broken leaves, and old egg shells. Away and away it took him, +and at last it let him fall, most dreadfully alarmed, into a marshy bank +beside a broad, where he had never been in his life before. A broad is +another East Country thing. It is a large wide sheet of water. It's not +a lake and not a pond--it's a broad, that's all you can say,--with +reeds, and rushes, and sedges, and lovely water plants all along the +shore. And it goes along-along till it comes to another broad. + +Well, there was Robin, far away from the pink-washed house, in this +outlandish place, as he thought it. Nobody saw him except Bill the +Weasel. But Bill the Weasel knew him for a stranger, and decided to +follow him all the way. + +Illustration: Nobody saw him except Bill the Weasel. + +Illustration: Old Mother Snipe flounced up. + +As soon as Robin had recovered his breath, he also recovered his +curiosity. He set about rambling at once. To begin with, he tracked the +noises. The place was full of strange noises. There was an extraordinary +bleating, for one thing, which he thought was his old friend Dame +Nanny-goat who lived in a field at home. But when he had tracked the +bleating right up to where it began, in a tussock of rushes, old +Mother Snipe flounced up out of the rushes, and shrieked, "You +impertinent little Jackanapes! What are you poking after here?" And she +drove him out of the rushes with angry words. But Bill the Weasel +followed him all the way. + +Illustration: Bill the Weasel welcomes the Stranger. + +Then he saw a very odd and remarkable person with a crest. Not the kind +you have on note-paper, but a frilly thing on his head. The crested +person was very busy diving, and Robin went and waited on the shore till +he should come up again. "Could you kindly inform me as to the best way +home?" shouted Robin between the dives. The crested person was Gaffer +Grebe, who was collecting wet water-weeds to make his floating nest +with, for he couldn't endure dry nests that stay still in one place. "I +have no time for gossipping," mumbled Gaffer Grebe, with his mouth full +of building material. "It isn't gossipping! it's thirst for knowledge," +said Robin. Gaffer Grebe didn't trouble himself to answer. He flapped +his wings very loudly and aimed some of the wet water-weeds at the +stranger. + +Illustration: Gaffer Grebe was collecting wet water-weeds. + +"Great rude ugly thing!" said Robin to himself as he made his way +towards another noise. It did seem very strange that anyone so +beautiful, so clever and brave as he, should be treated like a little +street-urchin and ordered off. He went sulkily along the edge of the +broad; and Bill the Weasel followed him all the way. + +Illustration: The Battle of the Beaks. + +Then he came upon a fearfully exciting scene. Robin Ruff and Richard +Ruff were fighting together furiously, just like Tweedledum and +Tweedledee. For they were so exactly alike that he couldn't tell which +was which: only the magnificent frill around Robin Ruff's neck was a +slightly different colour from the magnificent frill round the neck of +Richard Ruff. They had worn off all the grass underfoot with fighting, +but there were plenty of scraps of feather flying about. And little +Miss Reeve stood by watching them. "Most unladylike of her!" thought +Robin. "Why doesn't she try and make peace?" So he boldly edged in and +called out, "Oh, I say, you fellows! this is coming it a =leetle= too +strong. Stop! I tell you, stop!" Then they turned upon him with flaming +eyes and slashing beaks, and he had to scramble away as best he could. +It never does to interfere in a fight between friends. They would much +rather fight you than each other. Robin just escaped in time. But Bill +the Weasel was so close behind them that he nearly got skewered by the +beaks of the two Ruffs. And at this moment Hob, the Marsh Harrier, +caught sight of Robin from where he was hovering, high in the air above. + +Illustration: Scraps of feather flying about. + +Illustration: Hob, the Marsh Harrier, was hovering high in the air +above. + +Meanwhile it was getting dark, and more extraordinary noises were to be +heard,--more than ever. The Nooper Swans and the Brent Geese, and other +mysterious families whom Robin did not know, were calling overhead +continually, and there was a constant boom-boom-boom going on among the +reed-beds. Robin was a trifle scary and nervous now; this ramble had had +so many adventures in it. But still he was eaten up by curiosity, and he +tried to explore the reed-bed where the boom-boom was. And he pushed his +way between the roots of the bulrushes, and flew a little here and +there, while the sunset gradually faded out of the sky, until he came +to a most wonderful place. + +Illustration: The Brent Geese were calling overhead. + +But Bill the Weasel was just behind him: and Hob the Marsh Harrier was +above him in mid-air. + +This place was all fenced round with tall bulrushes, and inside you +could see a green marshy spot, with cuckoo flowers and king-cups +growing, and Somebody was booming there all alone. Then a beautiful +fairy person who was the Water-Lady slid down a bulrush and said, "You +mustn't go in there: trespassers will be prosecuted. No admittance except +on business. That's the law of the broad." + +"Why not?" said Robin. "Whose place is it?" + +Illustration: A beautiful fairy person slid down a bulrush. + +"That," said the Water-Lady, "is the Home of the Last-of-the-Bitterns, +and he must never be spoken to by anybody but me. He wants to do all the +talking himself." + +"How does he do the boom-boom?" said Robin, wild with curiosity. For he +thought he would like to learn how to boom-boom himself. It would +silence Mrs. Robin when she scolded him. + +But the Water-Lady said, "Sh-s-s-h, go away!" and disappeared inside. +She was all in pale pink and gold, like the cuckoo-flowers and +king-cups. + +Robin wouldn't go away. He suddenly became very obstinate, and +determined to find out what the Last-of-the-Bitterns looked like. And he +squeezed, and shoved, and slithered between the bulrushes. And he was +just inside, and just saw the Last-of-the-Bitterns standing there, +humped-up and dreadfully old, when three things happened at once. + +Bill the Weasel made a grab at his neck, and missed. + +Hob the Marsh Harrier dropped upon him from above--but fell by accident +into the water, owing to the Last-of-the-Bitterns suddenly shifting his +position. + +And the Water-Lady seized Robin in her arms, and flung her pink and gold +scarf about him. + +"Don't move!" she screamed in a high, thin shrill voice, just like wind +among the reeds. "Don't move! Don't speak! Don't wriggle!" + +Illustration: The Water-Lady seized Robin in her arms. + +Illustration: The Home of the Last-of-the-Bitterns. + +"Do these folk know who-who-who I am?" rumbled the Last-of-the Bitterns. +"Do they suppose there is room-room-room for them in the same place as +Me?" + +Then the Last-of-the-Bitterns gave Bill a peck which it took him a month +to get over. And he gave Hob another peck, so that he went away very wet +and with a headache. And then he boomed a song of victory, so loud that +the whole broad trembled. + +Meanwhile the Water-Lady, with Robin still in her arms, rose up out of +the reed-beds and flew miles and miles and miles--or so it seemed. By +this time Robin was quite sure that he was neither very brave nor very +clever. And as to being very beautiful, for once he never thought about +that at all. The Water-Lady stopped in the middle of a turnip-field, +where the Bunnies were playing by moonlight. And she gave Robin a good +shaking. "Let this be a lesson to you," said she, "to keep yourself to +yourself." And she departed. + +Illustration: The Bunnies were playing by moonlight. + +Then the Bunnies very politely escorted Robin home, which was really +just round the corner. He thought he had been hundreds of years away, +but it was only half a day. And he expected a terrific lecture from +Mrs. Robin, and had made up his mind to promise never to ramble any +more. + +Illustration: The Bunnies Politely Escorted him Home. + +But Mrs. Robin was so happy that she had nothing in the world but smiles +for him. "Come in, dear," she called to him, all beaming. For the five +little Robins were hatched: and they were the finest children ever seen! +They were also (so Mrs. Robin said) the most beautiful, the dearest and +the bravest. + +As for Robin, he does nothing now from morning to night but look after +them. They are always hungry, and always saying so. There isn't a +moment's time for anything but meal-times. Robin's rambles are over for +the present. + +Illustration: Robins Feeding Young. + + + + +Transcribers Note + +The word leetle which is shown as =leetle= was underlined in the original +book. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38599.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38599.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6e71be5f9d3ab3155bb698a0b90b2a6efebbc54e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38599.txt @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + + +THE MIRACLE SONGS + +OF JESUS + + + + +BY WILSON MACDONALD + + + + +Copyright 1921 + +By Wilson MacDonald + +Published November, 1921 + +All rights reserved + + + + +FOREWORD + +Mr. Wilson MacDonald is already well-known to students of Canadian +verse through his volume _The Song of the Prairie Land_, published in +1918, and also through various poems which have appeared from time to +time in magazines in Canada and abroad. The poem, _The Miracle Songs +of Jesus_, hitherto unpublished, shows Mr. MacDonald's distinguished +gift in a new form, and will be welcomed as an important contribution +to religious verse. + + + + + THE MIRACLE SONGS OF JESUS + + + Jesus, the poet of Galilee, + Fashioned the light in His lyric hands, + And held it up for all men to see: + The Publican and the Pharisee, + The merchant rich and the robber bands + On the outcast fringe of Galilee. + But all of the wise men sneered at Him; + And the gay young fellows jeered at Him; + And only a fisherman fool or two + Looked up at the Light with its liquid hue + And drank its beauty of red and blue. + + Jesus, the poet of Galilee, + Sang that the weary might be free; + Sang of the lilies--how their glory + Shamed the best at a king's command; + Sang His truths in a lyric story + Even the poor could understand. + And the wise men heard and they tried to scan + The rhymes of the poet Son-of-Man. + But, every time that He sang, they found + Some cherished rule of their pedant school + Was killed in his poem's strange, new sound. + + And Jesus, the poet, grew sick at heart + And fled from the halls where learning kills; + And took His verse from the fear of art + To the bold delight of the rain-washed hills. + And the songs He sang to the desert sea + Were far too sweet for the ears of men; + But the gray-white dunes of Galilee + Have blown with a fairer flower since then. + + A learned group of dons will gloat + At a fool's last word in a high priest's throat. + But the song of God in a Carpenter's saw + Could never hold wise men in awe. + And whenever Christ, the bard, would sing + They lost His truth in a hammer's ring. + + The wilderness called with her silent lure: + "O poet of thoughtless Nazareth + Come out to me with your starry breath." + And His white reed yearned for the moon-chilled sands + Where the frayed flowers cure + With their gypsy hands. + But He turned His face + From the silent place, + With the comrade stars above, + As we all have done, + As we all have done + From a maid we dare not love. + + And the silent desert called again: + "O poet of thoughtless Nazareth, + Come out to me with your fragrant breath, + And walk with me in the moon's white rain." + But a blind man's stick on a hollow stone, + As it slowly tapped through a distant city, + And a broken woman's hopeless moan + Called out to Him with a deeper tone; + And the heart of the Lord was pity. + + And back to the town the poet came, + And took His feet to the temple's hall, + And heard the boast of a man named Saul; + And He heard Saul mock, + In a fiery tongue, + The sweetest songs which His heart had sung. + But Jesus of Nazareth, then and there, + Could scarce forbear + From a fond embrace, + Knowing the beauty the man should wear + At another time, in another place. + + The critics were many in Jesus' day; + And His songs were scorned by the caustic pen. + He did not write in the Grecian way; + And He knew not how to preach or pray + In a way approved of men. + His themes were bad by the Roman chart, + And His metres all were wrong; + For all of the High Priests had their art, + And He had only His song. + + Now few of the people cared to hear + The Poet blow on His starry reeds; + So He took His gift from the soul's high sphere-- + The miracle song that few would hear-- + And lowered His power, + In a hopeless hour, + And made men cower + At His miracle deeds. + + A miracle deed is a simple thing + To a miracle song or a miracle truth. + Yet they marvelled not that a song could bring + To the veins of Time the world's lost youth. + And two were gathered and sometimes three + To hear the poet of Galilee. + But the mob swept down like leaves in a storm + When they heard the miracle man would perform. + + And the lame men walked and the blind men saw; + And the dead men breathed by a strange, new law. + But they were few to the far-flung throng + Who saw and breathed through the poet's song. + When they sat and fed on the fish and bread + Five thousand men was an easy count; + And the deed was done; + But to-morrow's sun + Will still bring throngs to the Pulpit-Mount. + + And I am sure that John or Mary + Cared not a whit when He walked the sea. + But I am sure that they loved to tarry + And hear the Poet of Galilee. + And of the throng that around Him pressed + 'Twas John and Mary that He loved best. + + And when the Poet sat down, to choose + The men to take to the world His news, + He sought no men who had held their dishes + To catch His gift of the loaves and fishes. + But He chose them out of the purer throngs + Who came to hear His miracle songs. + + And when at last He went up a Hill, + To seal His songs with the seal of Death, + Whose were the hands that were raised to kill + This brave young poet of Nazareth? + The man who thrust at His side I find + Was a man who saw Him heal the blind. + And the men who fed on the fish and bread + Were cheering the deed in the ranks behind. + But in a group which had drawn apart, + To pour their tears for His broken heart, + Were the ones who heard + His miracle word. + + If all of the miracle deeds of Christ + Had proven birth in a womb of lies + My spirit would still with Him keep tryst + With faith as deep as the sun-washed skies. + But why should I doubt so simple a thing + As a miracle deed from a man who could sing + A miracle song that sheds its power + In a pure, white light to the world's last hour. + + The temple bells ring out to-day + And the Pharisees pray + In their ancient way. + And the lips of the preachers love to tarry + On the virgin birth and the miracle deed; + But the temple bells I shall not heed; + For I am going with John and Mary + Out on the hills with the slender throngs + Who love to hear the Miracle Songs. + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Miracle Songs of Jesus, by Wilson MacDonald + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38613.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38613.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..75c8433c959401d4d3be4167ba5ee719a9f53d1e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38613.txt @@ -0,0 +1,273 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Michael Gray, Diocese of San Jose + + + + + THE + LIFE OF SAINT BRIDGET + + VIRGIN AND ABBESS + PATRONESS OF IRELAND + + +"O how beautiful is the chaste generation with glory! for the memory +thereof is immortal: because it is known with God and with men, and +it triumpheth, crowned for ever." WISD. iv, 1. + +NEXT to the glorious St. Patrick, St. Bridget--whom we may consider +his spiritual daughter in Christ--has ever been held in singular +veneration in Ireland. Even in the neighboring kingdoms of England +and Scotland, as a foreign writer affirms, this great saint has, +after the glorious Virgin Mother of God, been singularly honored and +revered. [1] A pity, then, it is, that we know so little of her +hitherto, and that our means of knowing much are still so scanty. We +are not able to give more than a biographical sketch, but the facts +are so interesting, and above all so edifying, as will in some +measure compensate for their fewness. To commence, then, our account +of the great patroness of Ireland: + + +NATIVITY OF ST. BRIDGET--HER EARLY PIETY--SHE EMBRACES THE RELIGIOUS +STATE AND FOUNDS SEVERAL MONASTERIES--HER SAINTLY DEATH. + +ABOUT the year of our Lord, 453, was St. Bridget born. The place of +her nativity was Tochard or Taugher, in the vicinity of Dundalk, +though her illustrious father, Dubtach, and her mother Brocessa or +Brotseach, of the noble house of O'Connor, usually resided in +Leinster. During her youth every attention, which parents of +distinguished rank and eminent piety could employ, was assiduously +paid to her education. Great things were expected from her; "during +her infancy her pious father had a vision, in which he saw men +clothed in white garments pouring, as it were, a sacred unguent on +her head, thereby prefiguring her future sanctity. While yet very +young, Bridget, for the love of Christ our Lord, whom she chose for +her spouse, and to whom she was closely united in heart and spirit, +bestowed every thing at her disposal on His suffering members, the +poor, and was the edification of all who knew her. She was +surpassingly beautiful; and fearing, in consequence, that efforts +might be made by her many suitors to dissolve the sacred vow by which +she had bound herself to the Lord, she besought Him to render her +deformed, and to deprive her of that gracefulness of person which had +gained for her such admiration. Her petition was instantly heard, for +her eye became swoln, and her whole countenance so changed, that she +was permitted to follow her vocation in peace, and marriage with her +was no more thought of. + +"After a short interval, and when she was about twenty years old, [2] +the young virgin made known to Maccaille a bishop, and a disciple of +St. Patrick, and who had seen over her head a pillar of fire, her +determination to live only to Christ Jesus, her heavenly Bridegroom, +and he quite approved of her pious resolve, and consented to receive +her sacred vows. On the appointed day, the solemn ceremony of her +profession was performed, after the manner introduced by St. Patrick, +the bishop putting up many holy prayers, and investing Bridget with a +snow-white habit and a cloak of the same color, after she had put off +her secular ornaments. While she inclined her head on this happy +occasion to receive the sacred veil, a miracle of a singularly +striking and impressive nature occurred; that part of the wooden +platform adjoining the altar on which she knelt recovered its +pristine vitality, and put on, as all the bystanders witnessed, its +former _greenness_ and verdure, retaining it for a long time after. +At the same moment Bridget's eye was healed, and she became as +beautiful and lovely as ever." (Lessons in Office of St. Bridget.) + +Encouraged by her example, three, or, as some say, eight, other +ladies made their vows with her, and in compliance with the wish of +the parents of these her new associates, the saint agreed to found a +religious residence for herself and them in the vicinity. A +convenient site having been fixed upon by the bishop, a convent--the +first in Ireland--was erected upon it; and, in obedience to the +prelate, Bridget assumed the superiority. Her reputation for sanctity +became greater every day, and in proportion as it was diffused +throughout the country, so increased the number of candidates for +admission into the new monastery. The bishops of Ireland soon +perceiving the important advantages which their respective dioceses +would derive from similar foundations, procured that the young and +saintly abbess should visit different parts of the kingdom, and, as +an opportunity offered, introduce into each one the establishment of +her institute. + +While thus engaged in a portion of the province of Connaught, a +deputation arrived from Leinster to solicit the saint to take up her +residence in that territory; but the motives which they urged were +human, and such could have no weight with Bridget. She was insensible +to every argument founded on friendship and family connections (for, +as we have already said, she was of Leinster descent, and had spent +in that province a great portion of her youth); it was only the +prospect of the many spiritual advantages that would result from +compliance with their request, that induced her to accede, as she +did, to the wishes of the respectable body which had petitioned her. +Some time after, the saint taking with her a number of her spiritual +daughters, journeyed to Leinster, where they were received with many +demonstrations of respect and joy, the people exulting at the great +spiritual good which they were about to confer on the province. The +site on which Kildare now stands appearing to be well adapted for a +religious institute, there the saint and her companions took up their +abode. To the place appropriated for the new foundation some lands +were annexed, the fruits of which were assigned to the little +establishment. This donation, indeed, contributed to supply the wants +of the community, but still the pious sisterhood principally depended +for their maintenance on the liberality of their benefactors. "Mercy +having grown up" with Bridget from her very childhood, she contrived +out of their small means to relieve the poor of the vicinity very +considerably, and when the wants of these indigent persons surpassed +her slender finances, she hesitated not to sacrifice for them the +moveables of the convent. On one occasion, when their distress was +unusually grievous, the spouse of Christ, imitating the burning +charity of St. Ambrose and other great servants of God, sold some of +the sacred vestments that she might procure the means of relieving +their necessities. She was very generous and hospitable too, +particularly to bishops and religious, and so humble, that she +sometimes attended the cattle on the land which belonged to her +monastery. + +The renown of Bridget's unbounded charity drew multitudes of the poor +and necessitous to Kildare; the fame of her piety attracted thither +many persons of distinction also, who were anxious to solicit her +prayers or to profit by her holy example. In course of time the +number of these so much increased, (and what an additional proof does +it not afford of the thirst for spiritual improvement indulged by our +ancestors!) that it became necessary to provide accommodation for +them in the neighborhood of the new monastery, and thus was laid the +foundation and origin of the town of Kildare. [3] + +The spiritual exigencies of her community and of those numerous +strangers who resorted to the vicinity, having suggested to our saint +the expediency of procuring the locality to be erected into an +episcopal see, she represented it to the prelates, to whom the +consideration of it rightly belonged. Deeming the proposal just and +useful, Conlath, a recluse of eminent sanctity, illustrious by the +great things which God had granted to his prayers, was, at Bridget's +desire, chosen the first bishop of the newly-erected diocese. In +process of time, it became the ecclesiastical metropolis of the +province to which it belonged, [4] probably in consequence of the +general desire to honor the place in which St. Bridget had so long +abode. Over all the convents of her institute established throughout +the kingdom, a special jurisdiction is said to have been exercised by +Conlath and his successors in the see of Kildare; but the evidence +supplied by historians on this point is by no means of a conclusive +character: the only inference that can be deduced from their +statements is, that, in virtue of his dignity as metropolitan, the +bishop of Kildare was specially charged with the care of the +Bridgetine convents established within the province. + +The desire of the holy abbess for the permanent residence of a +prelate at Kildare being accomplished, she applied herself +unreservedly to the care of the community over which she immediately +presided, and was to them in her every act what the devout A Kempis +means by "a mirror of life, and a book of holy doctrine." "Her +sanctity was attested by many miracles. She was constantly occupied +in promoting the good of others; she often cleansed the lepers, +healed the sick and languishing by her prayers, and obtained sight +for one blind from his nativity. Nor was the spirit of prophecy +wanting to her; numerous were her predictions of future things." +(Office, 3 Less. Roman Breviary.) + +The most eminent persons of her time either visited or corresponded +with St. Bridget. Besides several others, St. Albeus, bishop of +Cashel or Emly, and St. Brendan of Clonfert, conferred with her on +religious subjects; and the celebrated Gildas is said to have sent +her, as a token of his esteem, a small bell cast by himself. [5] + +After seventy years devoted to the practice of the most sublime +virtues, corporal infirmities admonished the saint that the time of +her dissolution was nigh. It was now half a century since, by her +holy vows, she had irrevocably consecrated herself to God, and, +during that period, great results had been attained, her holy +institute having widely diffused itself throughout the green isle, +and greatly advanced the cause of religion in the various districts +in which it was established. Like _a river of peace_, its progress +was steady and silent; it fertilized every region fortunate enough to +receive its waters, and caused them to bloom forth spiritual flowers +and fruits with all the sweet perfume of evangelical fragrance. The +remembrance of the glory she had procured to the Most High, as well +as the services rendered to dear souls ransomed by the precious blood +of her divine Spouse, cheered and consoled Bridget in the infirmities +inseparable from old age. Her last illness was soothed by the +presence of Nennidh, a priest of eminent sanctity, over whose youth +she had watched with pious solicitude, and who was indebted to her +prayers and instructions for his great proficiency in sublime +perfection. [6] The day on which our abbess was to terminate her +course (Feb. 1, 523) having arrived, she received from the hands of +this saintly priest the blessed body and blood of her Lord in the +Divine Eucharist, and as it would seem, immediately after her spirit +passed forth, and went to possess Him in that heavenly country where +He is seen _face to face_ and enjoyed without danger of ever losing +Him. Her body was interred in the church adjoining her convent, but +was some time after exhumed, and deposited in a splendid shrine near +the high altar. Cogitosus, who lived two centuries later, thus +describes the church which then contained this valuable treasure: +"The church of Kildare enclosed an ample space of ground, and was of +a height proportioned to its extent. The building was divided into +three compartments, each one of them remarkable for the vastness of +its dimensions, yet by the ingenuity of the architect, one roof +skilfully adapted, covered the entire. The eastern division of the +structure, terminated at north and south by two of its exterior +walls, while a wooden partition extending to the north and south, and +separated by a small interstice from the eastern extremity of the +church, formed the enclosure of the sanctuary. Adjoining the latter, +and at its northern and southern points, were two doors, by one of +which the bishop and his assistant entered to celebrate the Holy +Mass, and perform the other public offices; while by the other the +nuns were admitted on the days on which they were to receive the Holy +Communion. The nave of the church was again divided into two parts +with separate entrances. One division was appropriated to the male +portion of the congregation, the other was exclusively reserved for +females. The appearance of the edifice was very pleasing, continues +the same author, by the number of windows distributed through the +entire building. On the eastern extremity, the limit of the +sanctuary, was a variety of sacred images, which met the eye the very +moment one entered the porch of the church, and the interstices were +filled up with suitable decorations. At either side of the altar +stood the sacred shrines of St. Bridget and St. Conlath, which were +adorned with a profusion of precious metals exquisitely wrought, +studded with costly gems and stones of great price, and surmounted by +diadems of gold and silver, types of the glory with which the Lord +rewards His faithful servants." (Vita St. Brigid.) + +In the following (the 9th) century, the country being desolated by +the Danes, the remains of St. Bridget were removed in order to secure +them from irreverence, and transferred to Down, were deposited in the +same grave with those of glorious St. Patrick. The Bridgetines, the +holy order founded by this holy virgin, and her most precious +memorial, continued to flourish for centuries after her decease, and +gave many saints to Ireland. + + + +[1] Hector Boethius' History of Scotland, L. 9 + +[2] The age of twenty years was that required by the Irish Church to +making the monastic vows. (Synod St. Patric. ch. 17.) + +[3] Kildare got its name from there being a very high oak tree near +St. Bridget's habitation. _Kil_ signifying cell--_Dura_, oak tree. + +[4] Cogitosus Vita St. Brigida. + +[5] Dr. Lanigan, ch. 9, sect. 5, Eccles. Hist. Ireland. + +[6] "Nennidh was a student, perhaps at Kildare, when St. Bridget +happening one day to be with some of her nuns near the monastery, saw +him _running very fast and in an unbecoming manner_. Having sent for +and inquired of him whither he was running in such haste, he replied, +as if in jest, _To the Kingdom of Heaven_. Whereupon the saint +gravely said, _I wish I deserved to run along with you to-day to that +Kingdom, pray for me that I may reach it_. Affected by these words, +the young man besought her to recommend him to God that he might +pursue a steady course towards Heaven. She promptly acquiesced, and +the consequence was his commencement from that moment of a life of +perfection."--Dr. Lanigan, 9 ch. 5 section, Eccles. History. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38847.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38847.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..952aba7cb7ab706e44940a790f44dd6e53e23fa1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38847.txt @@ -0,0 +1,334 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, David E. Brown and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + PRINCESS + BELLE-ETOILE + + WALTER + CRANE'S + PICTURE + BOOKS + + LONDON + NEW YORK + JOHN LANE + THE BODLEY + HEAD + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +PRINCESS BELLE-ETOILE. + + +Once upon a time there were three Princesses, named Roussette, Brunette, +and Blondine, who lived in retirement with their mother, a Princess who +had lost all her former grandeur. One day an old woman called and asked +for a dinner, as this Princess was an excellent cook. After the meal was +over, the old woman, who was a fairy, promised that their kindness +should be rewarded, and immediately disappeared. + +Shortly after, the King came that way, with his brother and the Lord +Admiral. They were all so struck with the beauty of the three +Princesses, that the King married the youngest, Blondine, his brother +married Brunette, and the Lord Admiral married Roussette. + +The good Fairy, who had brought all this about, also caused the young +Queen Blondine to have three lovely children, two boys and a girl, out +of whose hair fell fine jewels. Each had a brilliant star on the +forehead, and a rich chain of gold around the neck. At the same time +Brunette, her sister, gave birth to a handsome boy. Now the young Queen +and Brunette were much attached to each other, but Roussette was jealous +of both, and the old Queen, the King's mother, hated them. Brunette died +soon after the birth of her son, and the King was absent on a warlike +expedition, so Roussette joined the wicked old Queen in forming plans to +injure Blondine. They ordered Feintise, the old Queen's waiting-woman, +to strangle the Queen's three children and the son of Princess Brunette, +and bury them secretly. But as she was about to execute this wicked +order, she was so struck by their beauty, and the appearance of the +sparkling stars on their foreheads, that she shrank from the deed. + +So she had a boat brought round to the beach, and put the four babes, +with some strings of jewels, into a cradle, which she placed in the +boat, and then set it adrift. The boat was soon far out at sea. The +waves rose, the rain poured in torrents, and the thunder roared. +Feintise could not doubt that the boat would be swamped, and felt +relieved by the thought that the poor little innocents would perish, for +she would otherwise always be haunted by the fear that something +would occur to betray the share she had had in their preservation. + +[Illustration] + +But the good Fairy protected them, and after floating at sea for seven +days they were picked up by a Corsair. He was so struck by their beauty +that he altered his course, and took them home to his wife, who had no +children. She was transported with joy when he placed them in her hands. +They admired together the wonderful stars, the chains of gold that could +not be taken off their necks, and their long ringlets. Much greater was +the woman's astonishment when she combed them, for at every instant +there rolled out of their hair pearls, rubies, diamonds, and emeralds. +She told her husband of it, who was not less surprised than herself. + +"I am very tired," said he, "of a Corsair's life, and if the locks of +those little children continue to supply us with such treasures, I will +give up roaming the seas." The Corsair's wife, whose name was Corsine, +was enchanted at this, and loved the four infants so much the more for +it. She named the Princess, Belle-Etoile, her eldest brother, +Petit-Soleil, the second, Heureux, and the son of Brunette, Cheri. + +As they grew older, the Corsair applied himself seriously to their +education, as he felt convinced there was some great mystery attached to +their birth. + +The Corsair and his wife had never told the story of the four children, +who passed for their own. They were exceedingly united, but Prince Cheri +entertained for Princess Belle-Etoile a greater affection than the other +two. The moment she expressed a wish for anything, he would attempt even +impossibilities to gratify her. + +One day Belle-Etoile overheard the Corsair and his wife talking. "When I +fell in with them," said the Corsair, "I saw nothing that could give me +any idea of their birth." "I suspect," said Corsine, "that Cheri is not +their brother, he has neither star nor neck-chain." Belle-Etoile +immediately ran and told this to the three Princes, who resolved to +speak to the Corsair and his wife, and ask them to let them set out to +discover the secret of their birth. After some remonstrance they gained +their consent. A beautiful vessel was prepared, and the young Princess +and the three Princes set out. They determined to sail to the very spot +where the Corsair had found them, and made preparations for a grand +sacrifice to the fairies, for their protection and guidance. They were +about to immolate a turtle-dove, but the Princess saved its life, and +let it fly. At this moment a syren issued from the water, and said, +"Cease your anxiety, let your vessel go where it will; land where it +stops." The vessel now sailed more quickly. Suddenly they came in sight +of a city so beautiful that they were anxious their vessel should enter +the port. Their wishes were accomplished; they landed, and the shore in +a moment was crowded with people, who had observed the magnificence of +their ship. They ran and told the King the news, and as the grand +terrace of the Palace looked out upon the sea-shore, he speedily +repaired thither. The Princes, hearing the people say, "There is the +King," looked up, and made a profound obeisance. He looked earnestly at +them, and was as much charmed by the Princess's beauty, as by the +handsome mien of the young Princes. He ordered his equerry to offer them +his protection, and everything that they might require. + +The King was so interested about these four children, that he went into +the chamber of the Queen, his mother, to tell her of the wonderful stars +which shone upon their foreheads, and everything that he admired in +them. She was thunderstruck at it, and was terribly afraid that Feintise +had betrayed her, and sent her secretary to enquire about them. What he +told her of their ages confirmed her suspicions. She sent for Feintise, +and threatened to kill her. Feintise, half dead with terror, confessed +all; but promised, if she spared her, that she would still find means to +do away with them. The Queen was appeased; and, indeed, old Feintise did +all she could for her own sake. Taking a guitar, she went and sat down +opposite the Princess's window, and sang a song which Belle-Etoile +thought so pretty that she invited her into her chamber. "My fair +child," said Feintise, "Heaven has made you very lovely, but you yet +want one thing--the dancing-water. If I had possessed it, you would not +have seen a white hair upon my head, nor a wrinkle on my face. Alas! I +knew this secret too late; my charms had already faded." "But where +shall I find this dancing-water?" asked Belle-Etoile. "It is in the +luminous forest," said Feintise. "You have three brothers; does not any +one of them love you sufficiently to go and fetch some?" "My brothers +all love me," said the Princess, "but there is one of them who would not +refuse me anything." The perfidious old woman retired, delighted at +having been so successful. The Princes, returning from the chase, found +Belle-Etoile engrossed by the advice of Feintise. Her anxiety about it +was so apparent, that Cheri, who thought of nothing but pleasing her, +soon found out the cause of it, and, in spite of her entreaties, he +mounted his white horse, and set out in search of the dancing-water. +When supper-time arrived, and the Princess did not see her brother +Cheri, she could neither eat nor drink; and desired he might be sought +for everywhere, and sent messengers to find him and bring him back. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The wicked Feintise was very anxious to know the result of her advice; +and when she heard that Cheri had already set out, she was delighted, +and reported to the Queen-Mother all that had passed. "I admit, Madam," +said she, "that I can no longer doubt that they are the same four +children: but one of the Princes is already gone to seek the +dancing-water, and will no doubt perish in the attempt, and I shall find +similar means to do away with all of them." + +The plan she had adopted with regard to Prince Cheri was one of the most +certain, for the dancing-water was not easily to be obtained; it was so +notorious from the misfortunes which occurred to all who sought it, that +every one knew the road to it. He was eight days without taking any +repose but in the woods. At the end of this period he began to suffer +very much from the heat; but it was not the heat of the sun, and he did +not know the cause of it, until from the top of a mountain he perceived +the luminous forest; all the trees were burning without being consumed, +and casting out flames to such a distance that the country around was a +dry desert. + +At this terrible scene he descended, and more than once gave himself up +for lost. As he approached this great fire he was ready to die with +thirst; and perceiving a spring falling into a marble basin, he alighted +from his horse, approached it, and stooped to take up some water in the +little golden vase which he had brought with him, when he saw a +turtle-dove drowning in the fountain. Cheri took pity on it, and saved +it. "My Lord Cheri," she said, "I am not ungrateful; I can guide you to +the dancing-water, which, without me, you could never obtain, as it +rises in the middle of the forest, and can only be reached by going +underground." The Dove then flew away, and summoned a number of foxes, +badgers, moles, snails, ants, and all sorts of creatures that burrow in +the earth. Cheri got off his horse at the entrance of the subterranean +passage they made for him, and groped his way after the kind Dove, which +safely conducted him to the fountain. The Prince filled his golden vase; +and returned the same way he came. + +He found Belle-Etoile sorrowfully seated under some trees, but when she +saw him she was so pleased that she scarcely knew how to welcome him. + +Old Feintise learned from her spies that Cheri had returned, and that +the Princess, having washed her face with the dancing-water, had become +more lovely than ever. Finding this, she lost no time in artfully making +the Princess sigh for the wonderful singing-apple. Prince Cheri again +found her unhappy, and again found out the cause, and once more set out +on his white horse, leaving a letter for Belle-Etoile. + +In the meanwhile, the King did not forget the lovely children, and +reproached them for never going to the Palace. They excused themselves +by saying that their brother's absence prevented them. + +Prince Cheri at break of day perceived a handsome young man, from whom +he learned where the singing-apple was to be found: but after travelling +some time without seeing any sign of it, he saw a poor turtle-dove fall +at his feet almost dead. He took pity on it, and restored it, when it +said, "Good-day, handsome Cheri, you are destined to save my life, and I +to do you signal service. You are come to seek for the singing-apple: it +is guarded by a terrible dragon." The Dove then led him to a place where +he found a suit of armour, all of glass: and by her advice he put it on, +and boldly went to meet the dragon. The two-headed monster came bounding +along, fire issuing from his throat; but when he saw his alarming figure +multiplied in the Prince's mirrors he was frightened in his turn. He +stopped, and looking fiercely at the Prince, apparently laden with +dragons, he took flight and threw himself into a deep chasm. The Prince +then found the tree, which was surrounded with human bones, and breaking +off an apple, prepared to return to the Princess. She had never slept +during his absence, and ran to meet him eagerly. + +When the wicked Feintise heard the sweet singing of the apple, her grief +was excessive, for instead of doing harm to these lovely children, she +only did them good by her perfidious counsels. She allowed some days to +pass by without showing herself; and then once more made the Princess +unhappy by saying that the dancing-water and the singing-apple were +useless without the little green bird that tells everything. + +Cheri again set out, and after some trouble learnt that this bird was to +be found on the top of a frightful rock, in a frozen climate. At length, +at dawn of day, he perceived the rock, which was very high and very +steep, and upon the summit of it was the bird, speaking like an oracle, +telling wonderful things. He thought that with a little dexterity it +would be easy to catch it, for it seemed very tame. He got off his +horse, and climbed up very quietly. He was so close to the green bird +that he thought he could lay hands on it, when suddenly the rock opened +and he fell into a spacious hall, and became as motionless as a statue; +he could neither stir, nor utter a complaint at his deplorable +situation. Three hundred knights, who had made the same attempt, were in +the same state. To look at each other was the only thing permitted them. + +[Illustration] + +The time seemed so long to Belle-Etoile, and still no signs of her +beloved Cheri, that she fell dangerously ill; and in the hopes of +curing her, Petit-Soleil resolved to seek him. + +But he too was swallowed up by the rock and fell into the great hall. +The first person he saw was Cheri, but he could not speak to him; and +Prince Heureux, following soon after, met with the same fate as the +other two. + +When Feintise was aware that the third Prince was gone, she was +exceedingly delighted at the success of her plan; and when Belle-Etoile, +inconsolable at finding not one of her brothers return, reproached +herself for their loss, and resolved to follow them, she was quite +overjoyed. + +The Princess was disguised as a cavalier, but had no other armour than +her helmet. She was dreadfully cold as she drew near the rock, but +seeing a turtle-dove lying on the snow, she took it up, warmed it, and +restored it to life: and the dove reviving, gaily said, "I know you, in +spite of your disguise; follow my advice: when you arrive at the rock, +remain at the bottom and begin to sing the sweetest song you know; the +green bird will listen to you; you must then pretend to go to sleep; +when it sees me, it will come down to peck me, and at that moment you +will be able to seize it." + +All this fell out as the Dove foretold. The green bird begged for +liberty. "First," said Belle-Etoile, "I wish that thou wouldst restore +my three brothers to me." + +"Under my left wing there is a red feather," said the bird: "pull it +out, and touch the rock with it." + +The Princess hastened to do as she was instructed; the rock split from +the top to the bottom: she entered with a victorious air the hall in +which stood the three Princes with many others; she ran towards Cheri, +who did not know her in her helmet and male attire, and could neither +speak nor move. The green bird then told the Princess she must rub the +eyes and mouth of all those she wished to disenchant with the red +feather, which good office she did to all. + +The three Princes and Belle-Etoile hastened to present themselves to the +King; and when Belle-Etoile showed her treasures, the little green bird +told him that the Princes Petit-Soleil and Heureux and the Princess +Belle-Etoile were his children, and that Prince Cheri was his nephew. +Queen Blondine, who had mourned for them all these years, embraced them, +and the wicked Queen-Mother and old Feintise were justly punished. And +the King, who thought his nephew Cheri the handsomest man at Court, +consented to his marriage with Belle-Etoile. And lastly, to make +everyone happy, the King sent for the Corsair and his wife, who gladly +came. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + WALTER CRANE'S + PICTURE BOOKS + + LARGE SERIES + + ENGRAVED & PRINTED + BY + EDMUND EVANS, LTD. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38900.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38900.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe6518b26db0966fcd737b85b3bdd6efa2c2d021 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38900.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Michael Gray (Diocese of San Jose) + + + + +A Chronological Table of the Catholic Primates of Ireland + +With the Years in Which They Succeeded to the Metropolitan Sees of +Armagh, Dublin, Cashell and Tuam + + + +ARCHBISHOPS OF ARMAGH. + + + Names. Number. Year of Succession. + + St. Patrick 1 433 + Bineen 2 465 + Jarlath 3 465 + Cormack 4 482 + Dubtach I. 5 497 + Ailild I. 6 513 + Ailild II. 7 526 + Dubtach II. 8 536 + David McGuire 9 548 + Feidlimid 10 551 + Cairlan 11 578 + Eochaid 12 588 + MacLaisir 13 610 + Thomian 14 623 + Segene 15 661 + Flanfebla 16 688 + Suibhny 17 715 + Congusa 18 730 + Cele-Peter 19 750 + Ferdachry 20 758 + Foendelach 21 768 + Dubdalethy 22 778 + Affiat 23 793 + Cudiniscus 24 794 + Conmach 25 798 + Torlach 26 807 + Nuad 27 808 + Flangus 28 812 + Artrigius 29 823 + Eugenius 30 833 + Faranan 31 834 + Diarmuid 32 848 + Facthna 33 852 + Ainmire 34 874 + Catasach I. 35 875 + Maelcob 36 883 + Mael-Brigid 37 885 + Joseph 38 927 + Mael Patrick 39 936 + Catasach II. 40 937 + Muredach 41 957 + Dubdalethy II. 42 966 + Murechan 43 998 + Maelmury 44 1004 + Amalgaid 45 1021 + Dubdalethy III. 46 1050 + Cumasach 47 1065 + Maelisa 48 1065 + Donald 49 1092 + Celsus 50 1106 + Maurice 51 1129 + Malachy 52 1134 + Gelasius 53 1137 + Cornelius 54 1174 + Gilbert 55 1175 + Maelisa O'Carrol 56 1184 + Amlave 57 1185 + Thos. O'Connor 58 1186 + Eugene 59 1206 + Luke Nettervill 60 1220 + Donat Fidobara 61 1227 + Albert of Cologn 62 1249 + Reiner 63 1247 + Abm. O'Connelan 64 1257 + P. O'Scanlain 65 1262 + Nicholas M'Melissa 66 1272 + John Taaf 67 1311 + Walter de Jorse 68 1306 + Roland Jorse 69 1306 + Stephen Segrave 70 1332 + David Hiraghty 71 1334 + Richd. Fitzralph 72 1347 + Milo Sweetman 73 1361 + John Colton 74 1382 + Nichs. Fleming 75 1404 + John Swayne 76 1417 + John Prene 77 1439 + John Mey 78 1444 + John Bole 79 1457 + John Foxalls 80 1475 + Ed. Connesburg 81 1477 + Octav. de Palatio 82 1480 + John Kite 83 1513 + Geo. Cromer 84 1522 + George Dowdall 85 1543 + Robert Wauchop 86 1552 + Richard Creagh 87 1585 + E. M'Gauran, m. 88 1598 + Peter Lombard 89 1625 + Hugh M'Cawell 90 1626 + Pat. Fleming 91 1631 + Hugh O'Reilly 92 + Edward O'Reilly 93 + Oliv. Plunket 94 + Dom. M'Guire 95 1708 + Hugh M'Mahon 96 1737 + Bernard M'Mahon 97 + Ross M'Mahon 98 + Nic. O'Reilly 99 1758 + Anthony Blake 100 1787 + Richard O'Reilly 101 + Patrick Curtis 102 + + + +BISHOPS OF DUBLIN. + + Names. Number. Year of Succession. + + Livinus 1 633 + St. Wiro 2 650 + Disibod 3 675 + Gualafer 4 + St. Rumold 5 775 + Sedulius 6 785 + Cormac 7 unk + Donat 8 1074 + Patrick 9 1084 + Dn. O'Haingley 10 1095 + Sm. O'Haingley 11 1121 + + + +ARCHBISHOPS OF DUBLIN. + + Names. Number. Year of Succession. + + Gregory 1 1161 + Laurence Toole 2 1172 + John Comyn 3 1182 + H. de Londres 4 1218 + Luke 5 1255 + Falk. de Saunford 6 1271 + J. de Derlington 7 1284 + John de Saundford 8 1294 + W. de Hotham 9 1297 + R. de Ferings 10 1306 + John Leek 11 1313 + A. de Bicknor 12 1349 + John de St Paul 13 1362 + Thomas Minot 14 1375 + R. de Wikeford 15 1390 + Richd. Northallis 16 1395 + Thomas Cranley 17 1397 + Richd. Talbot 18 1417 + Nicholas Tregury 19 1449 + John Walton 20 1473 + Walter Fitzsimons 21 1484 + William Rokeby 22 1581 + Hugh Inge 23 1528 + John Allen 24 1534 + Geo. Brown, ap. 25 1554 + Hugh Carwin, ap 26 1559 + Mat. of Oviedo 27 1600 + E. Matthews 28 1611 + Thos. Fleming 29 1660 + Pet. Talbot 30 1680 + Patrick Russel 31 1692 + Pet. Creagh 32 1700 + Edwd. Byrne 33 1723 + Edwd. Murphy 34 1728 + Luke Fagan 35 1733 + John Linegar 36 1757 + Richard Lincoln 37 1763 + Patrick Fitzsimons 38 1769 + John Carpenter 39 1786 + John Th. Troy 40 1787 + D. Murray 41 1824 + + +(1 A.) Saint Patrick, ten years after building the Metropolitan +church of Armagh, committed it to the care of Bineen, or Benignus, +his scholar, who resigned it soon after to Iarlath. He, dying in 482, +was succeeded by Cormack, so that St. Patrick saw three of his +successors in his see of Armagh, before his death, on the 17th of +March, 493. + +(14 A.) To Thomian, or Tomian, and the other clergy of Ireland, was +written that epistle from the Roman clergy during the vacancy of the +Roman see, in 639, concerning the time of observing Easier, of which +a part is extant in Bede's Ecclesiastical History. + +(20 A.) In Artruge, or Artry's primacy, the Ultonian territories were +much disturbed by the invasions of the Danes. Armagh was for a month +in their possession, in 830. + +(36 A.) Maolbridy, the son of Tornan, or Dornan Comorban to St. +Patrick and Columbkille, was of the blood royal of Ireland. His +learning and virtues were so eminent as to obtain for him the +appellation of the ornament of Europe. In his time, Armagh was thrice +plundered by the Danes. + +(52 A.) St. Malachy, called in Irish Maolmedoc ua Morgair, resigned +his see to Giolla-Iosa, or servant of Jesus, strangely metamorphosed +by Latin writers into the seemingly Greek name Gelasius, whereby the +Irish etymology is almost lost, as is the case with many other names +too. St. Malachy, after establishing a monastery of regular canons in +Down, undertook a journey to Rome, but died in the arms of St. +Bernard, his biographer, in the Abbey of Clairvaux, in France. + +(1 D.) Of the bishops of Dublin, no regular succession can be at +present made out before the time of Donat, the Dane, in 1074. +Hestaunus, indeed, mentions the few that are above recorded, before +that time. Notwithstanding the silence of our records, it is very +probable that St. Patrick, after founding a church there, in 448, +established a form of ecclesiastical government for it, similar to +that which he instituted in other parts of the island. + +(2 D.) The illustrious and patriotic St. Laurence O'Toole, was the +son of Martough O'Toole, prince of Imaly, by Inghean ee Bhrian, or +daughter of the royal house of O'Brien. In 1167, he assisted at a +convention of the clergy and princes of Leah-Cuin, or north of +Ireland, at Athboy, wherein many laws for the government of church +and state were made. St. Laurence animated the inhabitants of Dublin +to a vigorous defence against the Anglo-Norman invaders, under +Strongbow, until the city was forced to surrender. He next prevailed +on Roderic, and the princes of Ireland, to join in a conspiracy +against the invaders; but after investing Dublin by land and water +with 30,000 men, and 30 ships, the Irish princes were compelled to +raise the siege. He, with the rest of the clergy, assisted at a +national council, held in Cashel, by order of Henry II. "Having, out +of zeal," says Cambrensis, "for his country's service, fallen under +Henry the Second's displeasure, Laurence was a long time detained in +France and England, by that politic prince." In this latter place, at +Becket's shrine in Canterbury, our patriot was attacked by a villain, +who, perhaps, wishing, like the murderers of Thomas a Becket, to +ingratiate himself with Henry, by a similar act of assassination, +rushed on the archbishop as he was saying mass there, and knocked him +down with a blow which fractured his skull. He died at Auge, in +Normandy, in 1180, and was canonized by pope Honorius the III. in +1225. + +(80 A.) Archbishop Dowdall strenuously opposed the innovations of +Henry VIII. and of his complaisant servant, then the archbishop of +Dublin, the well known apostate George Brown. Brown was originally an +Augustinian friar, of London, and provincial of that order in +England. He was advanced to the see of Dublin, by Henry VIII. in +1535. He was the first Roman Catholic prelate who embraced the +reformation in Ireland. Miles M'Grath, archbishop of Cashell, +Staples, bishop of Meath, Lancaster, bishop of Kildare, Travers, +bishop of Laughlin, and Coyne, bishop of Limerick, afterwards +apostatized, and abjured the Catholic religion; Lancaster and Travers +were, in turn, ejected from their sees, in Queen Mary's reign; as +they, like the other apostles of the _Reformation_, took wives to +themselves. Coyne, or Quin, was originally a Dominican friar; M'Grath +was a Franciscan before his perversion. + +(87 A.) Richard Creagh was poisoned in the tower of London in 1585, +and his successor, Edward M'Gauron, was murdered in his confessional, +by a soldier, in 1598, as is asserted by David Roth, the learned +bishop of Ossory, in his "_Processus Martyrialis_." To these +illustrious martyrs, we may add the (92. A.) fourth in succession +after M'Gauran; viz. the learned and holy martyr, Oliver Plunket, +who, in 1679, was taken to Dublin, detained as a close prisoner +there, and after being transmitted from thence to Newgate in London, +was ultimately drawn on a sledge to Tyburn, that theatre of Catholic +martyrdom since the _holy_ Reformation, and hanged, beheaded, and +quartered, on the 1st of July, 1681, as may be seen more at large, in +the Tripartite Theology of Richard Archdeakin, an erudite Jesuit of +Kilkenny, printed at Antwerp, in 1682. + +(101 A.) Doctor R. O'Reilly, having completed his studies at Rome, +returned to his native country, and, in 1780, was consecrated +coadjutor bishop to Doctor O'Keefe, the predecessor of the present +learned and pious Doctor Delany, in the diocess of Kildare and +Leighlin. In 1782, Doctor O'Reilly was made administrator of the +arch-diocess of Armagh; and on the death of the late Doctor Blake, in +1787, was promoted to the metropolitan chair of that primatial see. + +(40 D.) Doctor J. T. Troy was born in the city of Dublin, and was, at +an early age, affiliated into the order of St. Dominic, an order +which has rendered itself eminently illustrious for adorning the +Christian Church with a brilliant galaxy of popes, prelates, and +preachers, equally distinguished for their pious zeal in cultivating +the Lord's vinevards, as for the purity of their principles and +edifying sanctity of their lives. In order to qualify himself for the +mission, he went to Rome. There, in the college of SS. PP. Sixtus and +Clement de Urbe, he spent twenty-one years. That he attained to +literary pre-eminence in the various departments of his under +graduate course, is fully evinced by his being twice dignified with +the honour of filling the rectorial chair of that celebrated +seminary. From this academic retreat he was at last called forth to +the active labours of the Irish mission. In 1776, Doctor Troy was +promoted to the see of Ossory, then vacant by the death of Doctor +Thomas Burke, also a native of Dublin, a member of the Dominican +order, and author of the celebrated work called "Hibernia +Dominicana." Doctor Troy, in 1786, was translated to the archdiocess +of Leinster, and took possession of the metropolitan and primatial +chair, in his native city of Dublin, on the 15th February, 1787, +leaving the vacated see of Ossory to Doctor John Dunne, who, dying in +1789, was succeeded by Doctor James Lanigan, the present truly +religious, learned, and laborious bishop of that diocess. + + + +ARCHBISHOPS OF CASHELL. + + Names. Year of Succession. + + Cormac M'Cullinan 908 + Donat. O'Lonorgan I. 1158 + Donald O'Hulluchan 1182 + Maurice --------- 1191 + Matthew O'Heney 1206 + Donat. O'Lonorgan II. 1215 + Donat. O'Lonorgan III. 1223 + Marian O'Brien 1238 + David MacKelly 1252 + David MacCarwill 1289 + Stephen O'Brogan 1302 + Maur. MacCarwill 1316 + William Fitzjohn 1326 + John O'Carroll 1329 + Walter le Rede 1330 + John O'Gradag 1345 + Ralph Kelley 1361 + George Roch 1362 + Thomas O'Carroll 1373 + Philip de Torrington 1380 + Peter Hackett 1406 + Richard O'Hedian 1440 + John Cantwell 1482 + David Creagh 1503 + Maur Fitzgerald 1523 + Edmund Butler 1550 + Roland Baron 1561 + James M'Caghwell 1570 + Mau. Fitzgibbon, died 1578 + Derm. O'Hurlay, mart. 1583 + Thomas Walsh, sat 1649 + Christ. Butler, Kilcash 1757 + Jam. Butler, Dunboyne ---- + Jam. Butler, Ballyragget 1792 + Tho. Bray, present Archbishop + + + +ARCHBISHOPS OF TUAM. + + Names. Year of Succession. + + St. Jarlath 540 + Edan O'Hoisin 1085 + Catholicus O'Dubhai 1201 + Felix O'Ruadan 1235 + Marian O'Laghnan 1249 + Florence Mac Flin 1250 + Walter de Salern 1258 + Thomas O'Conor 1279 + Stephen de Fulburn 1288 + Willm. de Birmingham 1311 + Malachy Mac Aeda 1348 + Thomas O'Carroll 1365 + John O'Grada 1371 + Gregory -------- 1384 + Gregory O'Moghan 1386 + William O'Cormacair 1394 + Maurice O'Kelley 1407 + John Tabynghe 1411 + Cornelius -------- ---- + John Batterley 1436 + Thomas O'Kelly 1441 + John de Burgo 1450 + Donat. O'Murry 1484 + William Shioy 1501 + Philip Pinson 1505 + Maurice de Portu 1513 + Thomas O'Mullaly 1536 + Christopher Bodekin 1570 + Nicholas Skerret 1583 + Flor. Conroy 1629 + John Burke 1649 + Marc. Skerret, sat in 1756 + Phil. Philips ---- + Boet. Egan, d. 1798 + Edw. Dillon 1809 + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38906.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38906.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00b42c413bb08ffe2c7b6ba8be2340ced1619e95 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38906.txt @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Charlene Taylor, Ernest Schaal, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + + Ex-President John Quincy Adams + in Pittsburgh in 1843. + + + ADDRESS OF WELCOME, + + BY + WILSON McCANDLESS, + + AND + + MR. ADAMS' REPLY; + + TOGETHER WITH + + A LETTER FROM MR. ADAMS RELATIVE TO JUDGE + BRACKENRIDGE'S "MODERN CHIVALRY." + + + PUBLISHED BY REQUEST. + + + PITTSBURGH: + PRINTED BY BAKEWELL & MARTHENS, 71 GRANT STREET. + 1873. + + + + + ADDRESS OF WELCOME. + + +MR. ADAMS: + +I have been deputed by my fellow-citizens, of _all parties_, to bid you +a hearty welcome to this city. I have been directed, Sir, to tender to +you the hospitalities of the people, and of the corporate authorities of +this, and of our young, but flourishing, sister of Allegheny. + +We have not strewed flowers in your path, nor erected triumphal arches +at your approach, but greet you with the homage of grateful hearts, as +evinced in this spontaneous outpouring of the people. Here, Sir, is the +token of that universal regard in which you are held by the free +citizens of this great country. And here, Sir, you have the reward for a +long life of meritorious public service. + +What can be more endearing to the heart of the patriot, than this +exhibition of public sentiment; than this manifestation of love for your +person, and admiration for your exalted talents and virtues. Like the +son of Marcus Cato, you have been a foe to tyrants, and your country's +friend, and that country now tenders to you the tribute of her affection +and gratitude. + +You seem, Sir, "like the aged oak, standing alone on the plain, which +time has spared a little longer, after all its cotemporaries have been +levelled with the dust," but the people delight to gather round the +venerable trunk, and dwell beneath the shadow of its yet green foliage. + +Associated as you have been with the FATHER OF HIS COUNTRY, partaking +largely of his confidence, and deeply imbued with the lofty patriotism +of his character, it must be gratifying to you, to visit this, the +theatre of his earliest achievements. + +Here, standing on the portals of the Mississippi valley, his prophetic +eye reaching far into futurity, he saw the materials for that great +empire, with its teeming millions, that now revere and venerate his +name. Here it was that Providence thrice spared his invaluable life. +Once, on the Venango path, when the rifle of the warrior flashed in the +pan. Again, when his frail raft gave way, and he was precipitated amid +ice and snow, and the raging of the elements, into the rapid waters of +the Allegheny. And again, on the shores of the Monongahela, when +Braddock, and Halket, and Peyronney fell, by the deadly aim of the +French and Indians. Two horses shot under him, his clothes perforated +with bullets, himself a bright and shining mark, yet the leaden +messengers were turned aside by an invisible Hand, and he was saved to +lead the armies of his country to victory, and to lay deep that precious +corner-stone of civil polity, that has no parallel in the history of the +world. + +Here it was that in the wigwams, and partaking of the hospitality of +King Shingiss and Queen Allaquippa, his heart imbibed that warm and +active benevolence for the sons of the forest, that was so conspicuous +in his subsequent administration of the government. + +Here it was that the influence of his great NAME suppressed an +insurrection that threatened to sap the foundation of our beautiful +political edifice. And here, Sir, he has a monument in the affection of +his countrymen more durable than brass or marble, and which will remain +steadfast, as long as the rippling current of the Ohio flows on to the +bosom of the Father of waters. + +In 1798, the first armed vessel that ever floated on the western waters +was constructed here under the direction of a Revolutionary officer. She +was a row-galley, mounting a solitary gun, and was intended to protect +our infant trade with that splendid domain afterwards acquired to the +Union by the wisdom and foresight of your illustrious friend and +cotemporary, MR. JEFFERSON. + +The name of that vessel was the JOHN ADAMS, And, if tradition is to be +credited, after performing duty here, she hoisted sails, entered the +peaceful pursuits of commerce, crossed the Atlantic, passed the straits +of Gibraltar, wended her way up the Mediterranean, threaded the +Archipelago, and penetrated to the Dardanelles on the borders of Asia +Minor; thus carrying on her prow into the very bosom of a despotic +country, the name of one of the honored actors in the great struggle for +Republican liberty. + +Look at the contrast now! Instead of the barge, and the row-galley, our +skilful mechanics in 1843 completed, on the very bastions of old Fort +Duquesne, an iron ship of war that is to carry on the Northern Lakes the +stars and stripes of our beloved country--and a frigate is now in +progress of construction, which with her "_iron sides_," is destined to +defend the honor of the American name "in every sea under the whole +heavens." + +When your venerated Sire, with burning zeal, proclaimed independence +_now_, independence _forever_; when, with heroic and inflexible +resolution, he signed his name to the great charter of our liberty, the +place on which you now stand was a barren and unproductive forest. Now, + + "As the swollen column of ascending smoke," + +so swells her grandeur. From a thousand chimneys are emitted the living +evidences of her prosperity. The flaming fire, the busy hammer, the +revolving roller, all give daily, hourly proof of her rapid advancement. +Here the rough misshapen elements of nature are formed and moulded to +suit the purposes of man. Here machines to mitigate the toil of the +laborer, and to facilitate intercourse between the States, are made with +a skill unsurpassed even by the old world. Here the anchor is forged to +give security and protection to the weather-beaten mariner. Here the +shovel and the mattock, the plough and the harrow, go forth to ease the +labors of the husbandman. And here the naked are clothed and the hungry +fed, by the evolution of machinery "and the potent agency of steam." + +To what are we indebted for all these blessings? Since the war of the +Revolution, to that wise TARIFF policy by which you were regulated when +at the head of the government, and as chairman of the Committee on +Manufactures in the Congress of the United States. No base subserviency +to Foreign Powers dictated your course, but a manly and determined +support of the true interests of the country, by the protection of its +industry, and by a proper reciprocity of countervailing restrictions. + +We thank you, Sir--we thank you with the truest friendship and the +deepest sincerity. + +We honor you for the lustre you have shed on all the high places it has +been your good fortune to occupy--we praise you for that sublimest +virtue which shines in all your actions--we see in your brow that +undaunted valor which renders you inexorably firm in the discharge of +all your public duties, and in your eye "that inextinguishable spark, +that fires the souls of patriots." + +Great and good Citizen! Venerable and Venerated Man! Panegyric or +Eulogy, now, or hereafter, cannot add one cubit to your stature. Live +on--live on, in honor and in glory--and when "this corruptible _does_ +put on incorruption, and this mortal, immortality," I pray God that it +may be in the calm serenity of that summer's evening, when bonfires and +illuminations light up the land, in commemoration of that glorious +INDEPENDENCE, to the achievement of which your illustrious FATHER so +largely, so eminently contributed. + + + + + MR. ADAMS' REPLY. + + +FELLOW-CITIZENS: + +Before I attempt to address you, and to respond to the eloquent +discourse pronounced under circumstances so unauspicious to eloquence, I +must apologize for my appearance before you. + +I had expected to have had the honor of meeting you on this day and at +this time; and arrangements were made to render it convenient to +yourselves, but it so happened that the bark on which we had taken our +passage, as if anxious to arrive at the end of her voyage, and partaking +of my feelings, arrived before the time, when your preparations to +receive me were not completed. My appearance was, therefore, accidental +and unexpected, and as my apology, I would remind you of the saying of +the great Poet of Nature, Shakespeare, who says: + + "Lovers break not hours, + Except it be to come before their time." + +If the lover is privileged to "break hours" and "come before his time," +I trust you will accept it as my excuse, and impute it to the ardor of a +lover desiring to see the beloved of his soul. + +Fellow citizens! I had motives of the most cogent nature to inspire me +with that feeling, in times past--I trust forever--when my position was +anything but what I find it now--at a time when I was in a position of +difficulty and danger, I had the gratification to receive testimonials +of regard, respect and sympathy from the citizens of Pittsburgh, beyond +what I received from any other portion of the United States, my own +constituents and the city of Rochester alone excepted. I shall always +entertain a feeling of gratitude, belonging to the nature of man, +towards the citizens of Pittsburgh, for their attention and sympathy on +that trying occasion. I had never flattered myself with the expectation +or hope that it should be in my power to personally return them those +thanks which were due; but they were indelibly impressed upon my +heart--and it is owing rather to accidental circumstances that I now +enjoy that satisfaction. + +During the last summer, I received an invitation to visit a western +city, to perform an act solely connected with the promotion of science, +and totally separated from politics--I came for the purpose of lending +my aid to an object for the advancement and promotion of the happiness +of man on earth--for the advancement of knowledge, for which I hope all +parties are equally zealous--the laying of the corner-stone for an +Astronomical Observatory at Cincinnati. I accepted it, and scarcely had +it become publicly known, till I saw in the public papers a call from +some of my personal friends in this city, to visit and be received by +them on my way to or from the point of my destination. This reached my +ears as coming from personal friends; by personal friends I mean those +who, during a long life, have approved of my political course and +actions. Of personal friends, strictly speaking, I have but few among +your number--there are few in your city with whom I have had the honor +of a personal acquaintance. For this expression of confidence and this +invitation, I felt that gratitude was due from me. + +But scarcely was that invitation consummated till a still more +comprehensive one, from the citizens of all the political parties, was +given to me. This was an honor which has never been extended to me +before, and I am not aware that it has been to any other--it forms an +epoch in our history's history, and if in any thing I can foresee the +voice of posterity, it is in that! + +In compliance with these invitations, and particularly the last, I now +appear before you. I had intended to advert to some topics of general +interest, and to the principles which have governed my course of conduct +heretofore, but leaving them to the judgment of all, and avoiding any +thing calculated to offend any;--but time will not allow, and the +circumstances are such that I cannot think of detaining you here. I must +therefore request you simply to receive the effusions of gratitude from +my breast, applied to each and every one of you. I hope you will +consider those remarks which I intended to have made, as indicative of +the desire which I felt to repay you in some manner for your attentions +towards me; and I trust that the blessings of a bounteous Providence may +rest upon you individually, and that the almighty Ruler of the Universe +may render your course, as a community, glorious and happy hereafter, as +it has been honorable heretofore! + + + + + CORRESPONDENCE. + + + PITTSBURGH, March 29, 1847. + HON. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS, + _Washington City, D. C._, + +DEAR SIR: A day or two after I had the honor of addressing you at the +instance of the citizens of Pittsburgh and Allegheny, I met you at the +hospitable table of Col. Robinson. To me, and to all around, the +conversation was most entertaining. All the leading incidents connected +with the history of Western Pennsylvania, from the Whiskey Insurrection +down, seemed to be as familiar to you as to any native to the "manor +born." I recollect well your inquiries relating to the honored widow of +the author of "Modern Chivalry," and how animated you were in speaking +of Captain Farrago and Teague O'Regan. Cervantes would have laughed and +rejoiced at your association of these western heroes with his own, and +the author felt complimented with your favorable criticism of a work +which he never expected to reach a second edition. + +Perusing a reprint of the work this evening, it occurred to me that you +might be amused in reading it, and I have therefore taken the liberty of +enclosing it. + +Trusting that your health is much improved and that it will continue so, + + I have the honor to be, + with the most profound regard, + your obedient servant, + WILSON MCCANDLESS. + + + + + WASHINGTON, 1st April, 1847. + WILSON MCCANDLESS, ESQ., + _Pittsburgh_, _Pennsylvania_. + +DEAR SIR: I cannot lose a moment before acknowledging the receipt of +your letter of the 29th ult., and of the valuable present which +accompanies it--the two volumes of the new edition of Judge H. H. +Brackenridge's "Modern Chivalry, or the Adventures of Captain Farrago +and Teague O'Regan." My visit to Pittsburgh in 1843, and my intercourse +with yourself, with the citizens of that place and Allegheny, at that +time, afford me some of the most pleasing recollections of my life, +grateful recollections of my obligations to yourself and them. + +I had read the first part of Modern Chivalry and formed a pleasant +acquaintance with Captain Farrago and his man Teague, at their first +appearance more than half a century since, and they had then excited +much of my attention as illustrations of life and manners peculiar to +the times and localities, not entirely effaced when I became more +familiarly acquainted with them, by this visit to the latter. + +Captain Farrago and Teague O'Regan are legitimate descendants, on one +side from the La Mancha and his squire Sancho, on the other, from Sir +Hudibras and his man Ralph, and if not primitive conceptions themselves, +are at least as lineal in their descent as the pious AEneas from the +impetuous and vindictive son of Pelias. + +The reappearance of this work, as a second edition, since the author's +death, more than half a century after its first publication, well +warrants the prediction that it will last beyond the period fixed by the +ancient statutes, for the canonization of poets, a full century. I shall +read it over again, I have no doubt, with a refreshing revival of the +pleasure with which I greeted it on its first appearance; and if this +expression of my opinion can give any satisfaction to the remaining +relatives of Judge Brackenridge, or to yourself, it is entirely at your +disposal, being with a vivid sense and grateful remembrance of your +kindness, and that of my fellow-citizens of Pittsburgh and Allegheny, + + Your friend and obedient servant, + J. Q. ADAMS. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38946.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38946.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..37ba1a8ce69ba0c3bb8bcfa4e2bb1138cee1673a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg38946.txt @@ -0,0 +1,440 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Jana Srna and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + [ Transcriber's Notes: + + Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully + as possible, including any inconsistencies in the original. + + Italic text has been marked with _underscores_. + ] + + + + + [Illustration: Oliver Cromwell + + Green Levant--inlays of red and black leather. Decorative tooling in + gold.] + + + + + Bib-li-op-e-gis-tic + + (Pertaining to the art of binding books.--Dibdin) + + to which is appended + a glossary of some + terms used in + the craft + + With Illustrations of + Bindings Designed and Executed by + The Trow Press, New York + + + + +Bibliopegistic + + +The craft of the bookbinder is older than that of the printer. Quoting +from Mr. Brander Matthews: + +"Perhaps the first bookbinder was the humble workman who collected the +baked clay tiles on which the Assyrians wrote their laws; and he was a +bookbinder also who prepared a protecting cylinder to guard the scrolls +of papyrus on which Vergil, and Horace, and Martial had written their +verses." + +Modern art in bookbinding began in Italy in the fifteenth century. The +invention of printing had so multiplied books that the work got out of +the hands of the monks, and workmen from other trades were pressed into +service, bringing with them their skill in working leather, as well as +their tools, and designs which they had previously used to decorate +their work. + +At this time the libraries were shelves, so inclined, as to allow of the +books lying on their sides, inviting their decoration. At first the +embellishment was suggested or influenced by the work in the volume, and +very often there would be found on the cover, repetition of the +typographic ornaments used by the printer. + + [Illustration: Carols V. Gerichtsordnung (1597) + + Vine colored Levant--inlays of red and green leather. Interlacing + bands and decoration tooled in gold.] + +But with the associations and influence of the other decorative arts, +there came the use of interlacing bands, scrolls, and geometric designs, +followed by copies of patterns and parts of designs from laces, +embroideries, pottery and ironwork of the times. And with the broadening +in the ideas of decoration, came the use of inlays of leather of +harmonizing colors, and even of precious stones. + +While the art was developing in Italy, largely under French patronage, +it was also beginning to flourish in France, where later it reached its +supremacy. So much so that up to the nineteenth century it was "France +first and the rest nowhere." + +In no work more than in binding have the French shown their fine +artistic taste, and in the famous collections of the world the choicest +specimens are by French binders of the sixteenth to the eighteenth +centuries. + +France to-day has many binders of great skill and good taste, but no +longer holds the supremacy of the earlier days. England has developed +some craftsmen of great skill and original artistic feeling, even though +their best efforts are many times but reproductions of older models. + +Barely fifty years ago America did not have a binder capable of covering +a volume to compare with the work of the artisans of France or even +England. But in that time there have developed shops where work of such +merit is done that it is now no longer necessary to send one's precious +tomes abroad to be properly clothed. + +The true book lover as well as the collector desires for his treasures a +suitable binding, and there is to-day an increasing demand for fine +binding on individual volumes as well as on sets. + +This demand is not satisfied with "commercial binding" and is too +intelligent to accept extravagant work, extravagant in over-decoration +as well as in price. + +The art of bookbinding is now so widely known and the taste and judgment +of the public so thoroughly educated by the efforts of the Grolier Club +and similar associations that good work and good material are +appreciated, genuine and suitable decoration recognized and the best +results obtained in the combination of an intelligent customer and a +skilled and artistic workman. + + [Illustration: The Book of the Presidents + + Maroon Levant--"arms" (Tiffany & Co. design) inlaid in colored + leather. Plain mitred panels, tooled in gold.] + + [Illustration: The Book of the Presidents--Double + + Levant--national colors. Tooled in gold.] + + + + +The Trow Bindery + + +The production of fine bindings is not a new departure with us, but has +been carried on for many years in what has been aptly described as, a +"quality" department of a "quantity" business, where fine work can be +executed at prices that are not prohibitive. + +It is under the direction of a skilled craftsman, and the workmen are +encouraged to excel in careful and conscientious work. + +Our endeavor is to produce books which are not surpassed for elegance, +elasticity, and durability--the three great requisites of a well bound +book. + +With technical knowledge to aid us in the selection of the best +materials, and excellent tools, we strive for that result which is +described as "flawless material faultlessly treated." + +The decoration, if any, is designed in complete harmony with the text, +and where warranted, we call to our aid the foremost decorative +designers and artists of the day. + + [Illustration: + No. 1. Vellum + No. 2. Linen + No. 3. Buckram + + Samples of specially designed "Marbled" cloths + + For sides and linings of half, three-quarter or full leather bindings] + +The older models are followed where original designs are not required; +and where simplicity is desired, we hold to the belief in "the +undecorated surface of flawless material," bearing in mind the sobriety +of treatment, but careful execution which distinguishes the best work of +the past. + + * * * * * + +As a new departure we are showing the use of specially designed cloths +for sides and linings, in place of the German marbled papers and French +"combs," the most of which as Miss Prideaux says "produce the effect of +violent color thrown on wet blotting paper." + +Used as sides on half or three-quarter leather styles, the cloth gives +greater durability, as the surface does not rub, nor will the edges wear +off where turned over, as happens with the use of marbled papers. + +As linings they obviate the use of the extra cloth joint, which is +unsightly, but necessary for strength with the use of marbled paper; +with their use the folded edge is pasted in the joint, allowing the +cover to be lifted without drawing the end papers away from the book. + +Good taste, and harmony of color are assured by their wide variety, and +in addition some new and novel effects may sometimes be secured. + + [Illustration: The Historic Hudson--Double + + Green Levant. Pictorial inlay and decoration tooled in gold.] + + + + +The Scope of our Work + + +We solicit the binding of a single volume, in any manner, whether it be +in half, three-quarter, or full leather, with simple or elaborate +treatment. + +We will undertake the binding of a complete collection or library and +will submit quotations where desired, or proceed under an appropriation +by the customer. + +We will carefully attend to special instructions for the extending, +interleaving or rebinding of extra illustrated work, presentation +copies, memorial editions, etc. + +We also undertake the repairing of any bindings, carefully and +skillfully mending any torn leaves, and properly guarding any loose +sheets or inserts. + + [Illustration: Memorial Volume--Double + + Royal Purple Levant. Floral design inlaid and hand colored.] + + + + +Glossary of Terms + + +_Azured._ Ornamentation outlined in gold and crossed with horizontal +lines. + +_Bands._ (1) The cord whereon the sheets of a volume are sewn. (2) The +ridges on the back caused by the bands raising the leather. _Head Band._ +A knitting of silk or thread worked in at the head and foot of the shelf +back of the book. + +_Boards._ A temporary binding with a cover made of boards and paper. +_Mill Boards._ The boards that are attached to the book, giving +stiffening to the cover. + +_Bosses._ Brass or other metal pieces attached to the covers of a book, +for ornamentation or protection. + +_Burnish._ The gloss produced by the application of the burnisher to the +edges after coloring, marbling or gilding. + +_Collating._ Examining the signatures, after a volume has been folded +and gathered, to ascertain if they be in correct sequence. + +_Dentelle._ A style resembling lace work, finished with very finely cut +tools. + +_Double._ When the inside of the cover is lined with leather, it is +termed a double. + +_End Papers or Lining Papers._ The papers, plain or fancy, placed at +each end of the volume and pasted down upon the boards. + +_Fillet._ A cylindrical tool used in finishing, upon which a line or +lines are engraved. + +_Finishing._ Comprises tooling, lettering, polishing, etc. + +_Flexible._ A book sewn on raised bands, with the thread passed entirely +around each band, allowing the book to open freely. + + [Illustration: A Century of French Romance + + Edition work. French Levant with colored inlays. Decoration "stamped" + in gold.] + + [Illustration: A Century of French Romance + + Edition work. Persian Morocco. Semis (powder or diaper design) + "stamped" in gold.] + +_Fore edge._ The front edge of the leaves. + +_Forwarding._ Comprises all the operations between preparing and +finishing, including the forming and trimming of the books, and the +covering of the boards. + +_Gaufre Edges._ Impressions made with the finisher's tools on the edges +of the book after gilding. + +_Gouge._ A finishing tool forming the segment of a circle. + +_Guards._ Strips of paper inserted in the backs of books, upon which +inserts are mounted, intended to prevent the books being uneven in +thickness when filled. + +_Inlaying._ (1) Extending "extra" illustrations by inserting them in +leaves to correspond to the size of a book. (2) A style of Mosaic work +made by the insertion of vari-colored leathers or other material on the +cover or double. + +_Kettle-Stitch._ A catch-stitch formed in sewing at the head and foot. + +_Lacing-In._ Lacing the bands on which the book is sewn through holes in +the boards to attach them. + +_Limp._ A cover without boards or other stiff materials, allowing the +sides to be pliable. + +_Marbling._ A method of coloring the edges or end papers in various +patterns, obtained by floating colors on a gum solution. + +_Mitred._ Tooled lines meeting at a right angle without overrunning. + +_Morocco._ A fine kind of grained leather prepared from goatskin. +_Levant Morocco._ The skin of the monarch breed of goat; a large grained +Morocco. + +_Overcasting._ Oversewing the back edges of single leaves of weak +sections; also called whipstitching or whipping. + +_Pointille._ The dotted style of Le Gascon. + +_Preparing._ Comprising all the preliminary operations up to +"forwarding," including folding, gathering, collating, and sewing. + +_Register._ When the printing on one side of a leaf falls exactly over +that on the other it is said to "register." + +_Rolls._ Cylindrical ornamental tools used in finishing. + +_Sawing-in._ When grooves are made in the back with a saw to receive the +bands. + +_Semis._ A diaper design made up of the repetition of one or more small +tools. + +_Signature._ Each folded sheet or section of a book. + +_Squares._ The portion of the covers projecting beyond the edges of the +book. + +_Tall Copy._ So called when the book has not been reduced in size by +trimming, with the leaves entirely uncut. + +_Tooling._ Impressing the design or pattern in gold leaf, with finishing +tools, by hand. _Blind Tooling._ The impression of finishing tools +without gold leaf. + + [Illustration: Specimen decorative backs for half or full leather + bindings. Edition work or single volumes.] + + + + +Interpretation of Styles + + +ALDINE OR ITALIAN + +Ornaments of solid face without any shading whatever, such as used by +Aldus and other early Italian printers. The ornaments are of Arabic +character. A style appropriate for early printed literature. + + +GROLIER + +An interlaced framework of geometrical figures--circles, squares, and +diamonds--with scrollwork running through it, the ornaments which are of +Moresque character, generally azured in whole or in part, sometimes in +outline only. Parts of the design are often studded with gold dots. +Time, first half of the 16th century. + + +MAIOLI + +A style prior to and contemporary with the early (Italian) examples of +the Grolier. Generally composed of a framework of shields or medallions, +with a design of scrollwork flowing through it. Portions of the design +are usually studded with gold dots. Ornaments are of Moresque character. + + +EVE + +A framework of various geometrical-shaped compartments linked together +by interlaced circles; the centers of the compartments are filled with +small floral ornaments, and the irregular spaces surrounding them, with +circular scrolls and branches of laurel and palm. An elaborate style +used at the end of the 16th and beginning of the 17th century. + + +MOSAIC + +A design inlaid with different colors. The cover may be of any shade, +but the style is especially effective when the cover is of white vellum +in imitation of illuminated manuscripts. + + +LE GASCON + +The distinguishing feature of this style is the dotted face of the +ornaments instead of the continuous or solid line. In vogue the first +half of the 17th century, immediately succeeding the period of Nicholas +and Clovis Eve. + + +DEROME + +This style has ornaments of a leafy character, with a more solid face, +though lightly shaded by the graver and is best exemplified in borders. +The ornaments are often styled Renaissance, being an entire change from +the Gascon. Time, 18th century. + + +ROGER PAYNE + +The ornaments of this style are easily identified, being free and +flowing in stem and flower; whereas before Payne's time they had been +stiff and formal. The honeysuckle is a customary ornament. The +impressions of the tools are usually studded round with gold dots, +whether used in borders, corners, or center pieces. + + +JANSEN + +Without line or ornament either in blank or gold. It permits decoration +on the inside of the cover, but demands absolute plainness on the +outside, with the exception of lettering. It is only appropriate for +crushed levant, being dependent for its beauty on the polished surface +of the leather. It takes its name from the followers of Jansenius, +Bishop of Ypres, who were advocates of plainness in worship. + + + [Illustration] + + Trow Directory, Printing and Bookbinding Company + 201-213 East 12th Street + New York City + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39110.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39110.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..de1b8db4664492ccad81c884dbd847d7f5542b69 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39110.txt @@ -0,0 +1,464 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Veronika Redfern and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + PHIL MAY'S + + GUTTER-SNIPES + + + + +The impressions herein are extra carefully printed as _PROOFS_ on fine +paper, and the issue is limited to one thousand and fifty copies, of +which this is No. =462=. + +A paper-covered edition, on thinner paper, at a popular price, will +follow. + +[Illustration: GRACE!] + + + + + [Illustration] + + PHIL MAY'S + + GUTTER-SNIPES + + 50 + ORIGINAL SKETCHES + IN PEN & INK. + + LONDON: + THE LEADENHALL PRESS, LIMITED. + (THESE SKETCHES xxHAVE BEENxx ARE SEPARATELY COPYRIGHTED) + + COPYRIGHT 1896 + IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA + BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. + + + + + [Illustration: DEDICATION + + THIS TO THAT.] + + + + +DRAWINGS + + + 1 GRACE! FRONTISPIECE + + 2 TITLE. + + 3 DEDICATION. + + 4 INTRODUCTION. + + 5 SHUTTLECOCK. + + 6 A GUTTER-BALL. + + 7 PLAYING AT SOLDIERS. + + 8 WATER-WORKS. + + 9 A GAME AT BALL. + + 10 LONGING FOR LICKINGS. + + 11 LUXURIES. + + 12 "ORRIBLE AND RE-VOLTIN' DETAILS, SIR!" + + 13 PLUNDERERS. + + 14 LOST. + + 15 HOMELESS. + + 16 THE SLIDE. + + 17 THE FIRST SMOKE. + + 18 BROTHER ARTISTS. + + 19 BITS & SCRAPS. + + 20 PEG-TOP. + + 21 TANTALIZING! + + 22 SEE-SAW. + + 23 HONEY-POTS. + + 24 SNOWBALLING. + + 25 "BOX O' LIGHTS, MY LORD?" + + 26 MUDLARKS. + + 27 A SWELL. + + 28 BUTTONS. + + 29 FAIRIES. + + 30 "WHIP-BEHIND." + + 31 "WILL IT BE ME?" + + 32 "'EAR Y'ARE SIR!" + + 33 "THREE SHIES A PENNY." + + 34 "GIVE US A BITE." + + 35 WHAT BETSY-ANN MAKES OF IT. + + 36 HOP-SCOTCH. + + 37 MARBLES. + + 38 OLD FRIENDS. + + 39 AN ADEPT. + + 40 "REMEMBER, REMEMBER!" + + 41 PLAYING AT HORSES. + + 42 "SWEEP YOUR DOOR AWAY, MUM?" + + 43 A DAY IN THE COUNTRY. + + 44 HIDE & SEEK. + + 45 TWO PENNORTH. + + 46 RUGBY RULES. + + 47 LITTLE MOTHERS. + + 48 WHISTLING THE LAST NEW TUNE. + + 49 A MISUNDERSTANDING. + + 50 LEAP-FROG. + + 51 BOB-IN-THE-CAP. + + 52 TIP-CAT. + + 53 ACROBATS. + + 54 GUTTER GYMNASTICS. + + + + +[Illustration: Andrew Tuer] + + June 30th. 96. + +My Dear Tuer + + Here is the last of the Gutter snipe drawings and sorry I am to + leave them! Children of the gutter roam about free and are often + hungry, but what would one give for such appetites? You and I smoke + big cigars while they--all too soon, poor little chaps--smoke what + you and I and others throw away. Sometimes I wonder whether they + don't lead the happier lives? + + Yours always + + Phil May + +[Illustration: Phil May] + + + + +[Illustration: SHUTTLECOCK.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A GUTTER-BALL.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLAYING AT SOLDIERS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: WATER-WORKS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A GAME AT BALL.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: LONGING FOR LICKINGS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: BOY. "NO? WHY DON'T YOU =NEVER= TREAT YOURSELF TO NO +LUXURIES, GUVNER?"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "ORRIBLE AND RE-VOLTIN' DETAILS, SIR!"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLUNDERERS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: LOST] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: HOMELESS] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE SLIDE.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: THE FIRST SMOKE.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: BROTHER ARTISTS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: BITS & SCRAPS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PEG-TOP.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: TANTALIZING!] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: SEE-SAW] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: HONEY-POTS] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: SNOWBALLING.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "BOX O' LIGHTS MY LORD?"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: MUDLARKS. + +"CHUCK US A COPPER!"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A SWELL.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: BUTTONS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: FAIRIES.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "WHIP-BEHIND."] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "WILL IT BE ME?"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "'Ear y'are Sir!"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "THREE SHIES A PENNY."] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "GIVE US A BITE."] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: =WHAT BETSY-ANN MAKES OF IT.= + +DEPARTING GUEST. "WILL YOU CALL ME A CAB?" + +BETSY-ANN. "ANSOM, FOUR-WHEELER OR MOVER, SIR?" + +(A =TIMES= CORRESPONDENT SUGGESTS THAT THE HORSELESS CARRIAGE BE +CALLED AN "AUTO-MOVER")] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: HOP-SCOTCH.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: MARBLES.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: OLD FRIENDS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: AN ADEPT.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "REMEMBER REMEMBER!"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: PLAYING AT HORSES.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: "SWEEP YOUR DOOR AWAY MUM?"] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: LITTLE MOTHERS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: WHISTLING THE LAST NEW TUNE.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A MISUNDERSTANDING.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: LEAP-FROG.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: A DAY IN THE COUNTRY.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: HIDE & SEEK.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: TWO PENNORTH.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: RUGBY RULES.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: BOB-IN-THE-CAP.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: TIP-CAT.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: ACROBATS.] + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: GUTTER GYMNASTS.] + + + + +PHIL MAY'S + +[Illustration: A B C] + +FIFTY-TWO + +ORIGINAL DESIGNS + +forming + +TWO HUMOROUS ALPHABETS + +from + +A TO Z + + +LONDON + +THE LEADENHALL PRESS LIMITED. + +_Each initial has been separately copyrighted._ + +READY IN JANUARY + + + + +Transcriber's Notes: + + +Punctuation and formatting markup have been normalized. + +Apparent printer's errors have been retained. + +The words struck out on the title page have been surrounded by "xx" to +show the strikethrough. + +Underlined words and passages have been surrounded by "=". + +Tags for illustrations appear in the same order as the original. In some +cases, this varies from the order stated in the Table of Drawings. + +Page 12, Period added. (You and I smoke big cigars while they--all too +soon, poor little chaps--smoke what you and I and others throw away.) + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39169.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39169.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3fd65b01dc8ff1bed94bf038b7f1d3eb090afb20 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39169.txt @@ -0,0 +1,311 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Chris Curnow and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + +CHILDREN'S BOOK COLLECTION + +LIBRARY OF THE +UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA +LOS ANGELES + + +[Illustration: THE CHINESE.] + +[Illustration: BOAT SAILING.] + + +PICTURES AND STORIES. + +[Illustration] + +PROVIDENCE: + +Published by +GEO. P. DANIELS. +1847. + + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Bird let loose. + + +One morning Susan had promised to give her little bird his liberty. When +she had opened the door of the cage, she ran to her Mamma, and they both +watched him. He flew down and warbled the sweetest song Susan ever +heard. When he had flown away, she watched him until her eyes pained +her, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt sorry to part with +him, but she knew it was wrong to deprive him of his liberty. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Poor Little Girl. + + +This little girl is the daughter of a poor woman, who lives in the +cottage just beyond the bridge over which you see she is passing. In her +basket she is carrying some radishes, which she sells to her more +wealthy neighbors. They all know her; and though poor, she is respected +and treated kindly by them. She has improved very much at school, though +she cannot attend as regularly as those who do not have to work for a +living. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Crying Girl. + + +I wonder what this little girl is crying about? O! I have found out. +John has taken the kittens from the old cat, and has drowned them in the +pond; and she is ready to call him a heartless creature for doing so. Do +you think he is? O, no. It would be cruel, indeed, to torment the +kittens as some children do; but John was told to drown them for the +convenience of the family; so dry up your tears, Miss Lucy. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Good Manners. + + +I hope every child who reads this book will take notice of the manner in +which this little boy comes into the room where his elders are. He does +not run with all his might, neither does he forget he had a hat on. But +with his hat in his hand, and with cautious looks and becoming modesty, +he approaches to make known his errand. Many children grow up without +restraint. When they go abroad, their actions excite laughter, instead +of respect. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Little Party. + + +Ellen Carter was a good girl. She always loved to obey her mamma. Unlike +many naughty children, she did not stop to inquire whether it would be +agreeable to herself; but did what she was bid cheerfully and promptly. +For this reason, her mamma loved her. One fine afternoon, she permitted +her to receive a visit from two of her schoolmates, whom you see with +her, regaling themselves at the table. They behave so prettily that I +cannot think they will indulge themselves with eating to excess. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Leap Frog. + + +This is a pretty game, and it affords proper exercise to the body; but +how often have I seen little boys after playing a while, get in a rage +with each other. They are apt to be too rough when it comes their turn +to leap, and of course the others do not like to be hurt, so the play is +soon broken up. Boys who easily fall into the habit of quarreling, had +better give up this game and indulge in others less exciting. Good +children, however, can play at any harmless game, and always preserve +their temper. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Country School Boy. + + +This little boy's parents live in the country, and when they wish any +thing from the town, they are obliged to go, or send a great distance +for it. He is going to town to buy some books for himself to study in at +school. His mother and sister have come out with him so far, and now +they are talking about his errand. I hope he will get the books and +arrive safe home again; and the next time we meet him he will no doubt +be a better scholar. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Taking a Walk. + + +It is early in the morning, and little George Hervy is taking a walk +with his Papa. He arose before the sun, and having said his prayers and +washed his face, here he is skipping along by the side of his Papa, with +a bunch of flowers in his hand. What a delightful scene is spread out +before him. His little heart swells with emotions of gratitude to his +Maker, for having opened his eyes on so lovely a morning. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The Kite and Ball. + + +These little boys are talking about their Kite and Ball. I wonder if +they have learned their lessons. Children should not neglect to learn +for the sake of playing with their toys; but when their task is done it +affords their teachers pleasure to see them join in the innocent +amusements of their playmates.--These give vigor to their bodies, and +prepare them to renew their studies with cheerfulness. + + + + +[Illustration] + +The New Doll. + + +Miss Charlotte is well pleased with the Doll her aunt gave her. She has +already made several new dresses for it. See how delighted she appears +as she holds it up. + +Are not its clothes pretty? She now knows why she learned at school to +use her needle. She can occupy her time when she is not studying, in +making up the silks and other nice articles, which her Mamma gives her +to adorn her little Doll. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Little Flora. + + +Flora loves to walk in the garden with her Mamma when all the flowers +look so beautiful, and scent the air so sweetly. Do you see that seat? +When the mornings are fresh and lovely in spring, Flora often takes her +book and retires to it to study by herself.--And many times before other +little girls have left their pillows, she has her lesson ready to +recite. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Sailing a Vessel. + + +Be careful, Charles; do not go too near the water; it would be a sad +affair to fall in and wet your clothes. Take care, too, not to drop the +string and let your little vessel sail out beyond your reach. It would +be a pity, indeed, to lose the fruits of so much labor as she has cost, +in so careless a manner. Now she sits beautifully on the smooth water; +the light breeze fills her sails, and her streamers are flying gaily. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Henry and Emma. + + +What a fine horse Miss Emma has got.--I have no doubt she can manage him +better than she could the one her papa drives.--Take care Henry; do not +stumble and fall down. Take care Emma; do not use the whip. A whip for a +plaything, is quite harmless; but if used as though you were driving a +real horse, it would be quite another thing. Brother is very kind, to +take the place of a dumb animal. It would be cruel to repay his kindness +with blows. Do Henry and Emma never hurt those, who treat them kindly? + + + + +[Illustration] + +Calling Names. + + +Do you see that little boy crying? What do you think is the cause of it? +Why, his playmate who is pointing his finger at him, called him hard +names. It is a naughty trick for children to excite each other's +passions in this way. They had much better use each other kindly. The +little girl you see, is trying to soothe him by persuasion. He should +not cry; but ought to show by his conduct, that he is above such petty +feelings. If he should do so, his companion would soon turn away with +shame. + + + + +[Illustration] + +Swinging. + + +Mary delighted in swinging, and she had a brother who was fond of her, +and who did all that he could to please her. You see him here indulging +her with her favorite play. It is to his skill, she is indebted for this +beautiful swing, which you see he has put up in a pleasant part in the +garden. How much more agreeable it is, to behold children thus uniting +to make each other happy, than it would be to see them always jealous of +each other's enjoyment. + + + + +[Illustration: THE SQUIRREL.] + +[Illustration: CALLING NAMES.] + + + + + +[Illustration] + + +GEO. P. DANIELS, + +BOOKSELLER, + +No. 2 South Main Street, + +PROVIDENCE, R. I. + + +Is extensively engaged in the publication of JUVENILE and TOY BOOKS, of +different sizes and prices. His little Books are all got up with great +taste, and illustrated with beautiful cuts. Very great care has been +taken, both in the original and selected matter, that not a word should +be introduced into them, which the most judicious parent would object to +place in the hands of his children. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39178.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39178.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..515619f138238ce635d682c8554007d8640008a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39178.txt @@ -0,0 +1,490 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, David E. Brown and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + "DER TAG" + OR + THE TRAGIC MAN + + + + + BOOKS BY J. M. BARRIE + + PUBLISHED BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + + Half Hours _net_ $1.25 + + "Der Tag," or The Tragic Man _net_ .25 + + Peter and Wendy. Illustrated _net_ $1.50 + + Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens. + With 16 Illustrations in Color by + ARTHUR RACKHAM _net_ $1.50 + + The Little White Bird _net_ $1.35 + + Sentimental Tommy. The Story of His + Boyhood. Illustrated _net_ $1.35 + + Tommy and Grizel. Illustrated _net_ $1.35 + + Margaret Ogilvy. By Her Son _net_ $1.25 + + A Window in Thrums. 16mo _net_ $1.25 + + Auld Licht Idylls. 16mo _net_ $1.25 + + + + + "DER TAG" + OR + THE TRAGIC MAN + + BY + J. M. BARRIE + + + NEW YORK + CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + 1914 + + + COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY J. M. BARRIE + _All rights reserved_ + + Published December, 1914 + + + + + "DER TAG" + OR + THE TRAGIC MAN + + + + +CHARACTERS + + EMPEROR + CHANCELLOR + OFFICER + SPIRIT OF CULTURE + + + + + "DER TAG" + OR + THE TRAGIC MAN + + _A bare chamber lighted by a penny dip which casts shadows. On a hard + chair by a table sits an EMPEROR in thought. To him come his + CHANCELLOR and an OFFICER._ + + +CHANCELLOR. Your Imperial Majesty---- + +OFFICER. Sire---- + +EMPEROR (_the EMPEROR rises_). Is that the paper? + + (_Indicating a paper in the CHANCELLOR'S hand._) + +CHANCELLOR (_presenting it_). It awaits only your Imperial Majesty's + signature. + +OFFICER. When you have signed that paper, Sire, the Fatherland will be + at war with France and Russia. + +EMPEROR. At last, this little paper---- + +CHANCELLOR. Not of the value of a bird's feather until it has your royal + signature. The---- + +EMPEROR. Then it will sing round the planet. The vibration of it will + not pass in a hundred years. My friend, how still the world has grown + since I raised this pen! All Europe's listening. Europe! That's + Germany, when I have signed! And yet---- + +OFFICER. Your Imperial Majesty is not afraid to sign? + +EMPEROR (_flashing_). Afraid! + +OFFICER (_abject_). Oh, Sire! + +EMPEROR. I am irresistible to-day! "Red blood boils in my veins. To me + every open door is the gift of a world! I hear a thousand + nightingales! I would eat all the elephants in Hindustan and pick my + teeth with the spire of Strassburg Cathedral." + +OFFICER. That is the Fatherland to-day. Such as we are, that you have + made us, each seeking to copy you in so far as man can repeat his + deity. It was you fashioned us into a sword, Sire, and now the sword + must speak. + +EMPEROR (_approvingly_). There the sword spoke--and yet the wise one + said: "Take not your enemies together, but separately, lest the meal + go to them instead of to you." One at a time. (_To CHANCELLOR_) Why am + I not a friend of Russia till France is out of the way, or France's + friend until the bear is muzzled? That was your part. + +CHANCELLOR. For that I strove, but their mean minds suspected me. Sire, + your signature! + +EMPEROR. What of Britain? + +OFFICER (_intently_). This--The Day, to which we have so often drunk, + draws near! + +EMPEROR. The Day! To The Day! (_All salute The Day with their swords._) + But when? + +OFFICER. Now, if she wants it! + +EMPEROR. There is no road to Britain--until our neighbors are subdued. + Then, for us, there will be no roads that do not lead to Britain. + +CHANCELLOR (_suavely_). Your Imperial Majesty, Britain will not join in + just now. + +EMPEROR. If I was sure of that! + +CHANCELLOR. I vouch for it. So well we've chosen our time, it finds her + at issue with herself, her wild women let loose, her colonies ready to + turn against her, Ireland aflame, the paltry British Army sulking with + the civic powers. + +EMPEROR. These wounds might heal suddenly if German bugles sounded. It + is a land that in the past has done things. + +OFFICER. In the past, your Imperial Majesty, but in the past alone lies + Britain's greatness. + +EMPEROR. Yes, that's the German truth. Britain has grown dull and + sluggish; a belly of a land, she lies overfed; no dreams within her + such as keep powers alive--and timid, too--without red blood in her, + but in its stead a thick, yellowish fluid. The most she'll play for is + her own safety. Pretend to grant her that and she'll seek her soft bed + again. Britain's part in the world's making is done. "I was," her + epitaph. + +CHANCELLOR. How well you know her, Sire! All she needs is some small + excuse for saying, "I acted in the best interests of my money-bags." + That excuse I've found for her. I have promised in your name a secret + compact with her, that if she stands aloof the parts of France we do + not at present need we will not at present take. + +EMPEROR. A secret bargain over the head of France, her friend! Surely an + infamous proposal. + +CHANCELLOR. The British Government will not think so. Trust me to know + them, Sire. Your signature? + +EMPEROR (_gleaming_). I can fling a million men within the week across + the border by way of Alsace and Lorraine. + +OFFICER (_with a frown_). There are a hundred gates to open that way. + +EMPEROR. My guns shall open them. + +OFFICER (_with meaning_). You can think of no easier road, Sire? + +EMPEROR. I think of it night and day. + +OFFICER. One further north--through Belgium? + +EMPEROR. If I could dare! But no, that road is barred. + +OFFICER (_misunderstanding_). On the contrary, Sire---- + +EMPEROR. Barred by a fortress no gun of mine may bear against--by honor, + by my plighted word. + +OFFICER. Yet, Sire---- + +EMPEROR (_after hesitating_). No, no! I will not so stain my name. + +CHANCELLOR. I am with you, Sire, but I fear it will not be so with + France. She has grown cynical. She will find the road through Belgium. + +EMPEROR. You seek to tempt me. She also signed the treaty. + +CHANCELLOR. Your Imperial Majesty judges others by yourself. I have + private ground for fearing that in the greed for a first advantage + France will call the treaty but a scrap of paper. + +EMPEROR. I think your private ground may be your own private newspaper. + +CHANCELLOR. She will say that necessity knows no law, or some such + dastard words. + +EMPEROR. Belgium is no craven. She will fight the betrayer. + +CHANCELLOR. France will hack her way through her. + +EMPEROR. My Chancellor, that is a hideous phrase. + +CHANCELLOR. I ask your pardon, Sire. It came, somehow, pat to my lips. + +OFFICER. Your Imperial Majesty, the time passes. Will it please you to + sign? + +CHANCELLOR. Bonaparte would have acted quickly. + +EMPEROR. Bonaparte! + +CHANCELLOR. The paper, Sire. + +EMPEROR. Leave it now with me. Return in an hour and you shall have it + signed. + +OFFICER (_warningly_). The least delay---- + +CHANCELLOR. Overmuch reflection---- + +EMPEROR. I wish to be alone. + + (_They retire respectfully, but anxious. He is left alone in + thought._) + +EMPEROR. Even a King's life is but a day, and in his day the sun is only + at its zenith once. This is my zenith; others will come to Germany, + but not to me. The world pivots on me to-night. They said Bonaparte, + coupling me with him. To dim Napoleon! Paris in three weeks--say four, + to cover any chance miscalculation; Russia on her back in six, with + Poland snapping at her, and then, after a breathing space, we + reach--The Day! We sweep the English Channel, changing its name as we + embark, and cross by way of Calais, which will have fallen easily into + our hands, the British fleet destroyed--for that is part of the + plan--Dover to London is a week of leisured marching, and London + itself, unfortified and panic-stricken, falls in a day! _Vae victis!_ + I'll leave conquered Britain some balls to play with, so that there + shall be no uprising. Next I carve America in great mouthfuls for my + colonists, for now I strike the seas. It's all so docketed. I feel + it's as good as done before I set forth to do it. Dictator of the + world! And all for pacific ends. For once, the whole is mine. We come + at last to the great desideratum, a universal peace. Rulers over all! + God in the heavens, I upon the earth--we two! (_Raising his brows + threateningly_) _And there are still the Zeppelins!_ I'll sign! + + (_He sits in thought. He is very tired, and soon he is asleep. The + lighting becomes strange; he dreams, and we see his dream. The + SPIRIT OF CULTURE appears, a noble female figure in white robes._) + +EMPEROR. Who's that? + +CULTURE. A friend. I am Culture, who has so long hovered well-placed + over happy Germany. + +EMPEROR (_who gives her royal honor_). A friend--a consort! I would hear + you say, O Queen, that I have done some things for you. + +CULTURE. You have done much for me. I have held my head higher since you + were added to the roll of sovereigns. I may have smiled at you at + times, as when you seemed to think that you were the two of us in one, + but as Kings go you have been a worthy King. + +EMPEROR. It was all done for you. + +CULTURE. So, for long, I thought. I looked upon Germany's golden + granaries, plucked from ground once barren; its busy mills and + furnaces, its outstretching commerce and teeming people and noble + seats of learning, all mellowing in the sun, and I heard you say they + were dedicate to me, and I was proud. You have honored me, my Emperor, + and now I am here to be abased by you. All the sweet garments you have + robed me in, tear them off me and send me naked out of Germany. + +EMPEROR. You would not have me sign? + +CULTURE. I warn you first to know yourself, you who have gloated in a + looking-glass too long. + +EMPEROR. I sign, so that Germany may be greater still, to spread your + banner farther; thus I make the whole world cultured. + +CULTURE. My banner needs no such spreading. It has ever been your + weakness to think that I have no other home save here in Germany. I + have many homes, and the fairest is in France. + +EMPEROR. If that were true, Germany would care less for you. + +CULTURE. If that is true, I have never had a home in Germany. I am no + single nation's servant, no single race's Queen. I am not of German + make. My banner is already in every land on which you would place your + heel. Culture spreads not by way of maiming freedom. I'll not have you + say you fight for me. Find some other reason. + +EMPEROR. The jealousies of nations---- + +CULTURE. All are guilty there. Jealousy, not love of money, is the root + of all evil; that was a misprint. Yet I know of nothing those others + want that is yours to give, save peace. What do you want of them? + Bites out of each, and when they refuse to be dismembered you cry: + "The blood be on their heads; they force me into war." + +EMPEROR. Germany must expand. That is her divine mission; I have it from + on high. + +CULTURE. Your system of espionage is known to be tolerably complete. + +EMPEROR. All Germany is with me. I hold in leash the mightiest machine + for war the world has forged. + +CULTURE. I have seen your legions, and all are with you. Never was a + Lord more trusted. O Emperor, does that not make you pause? + +EMPEROR. France invades little Belgium. + +CULTURE. Chivalrous France! Never! Emperor, I leave one last word to you + at the parting of the ways. France, Russia, Britain, these are great + opponents, but it is not they will bring the pillars of Germany down. + Beware of Belgium! + + (_She goes. He is left in two minds. He crosses to sign. He flings + down the pen. He strikes the bell. CHANCELLOR and OFFICER + reappear._) + +CHANCELLOR. Your Imperial Majesty has signed? + +EMPEROR. Thus (_he tears the paper_). + +OFFICER. Sire! + +EMPEROR. Say this to Russia, France, and Britain in my Imperial name: So + long as they keep within their borders I remain in mine. + +OFFICER. But, Sire---- + +EMPEROR. You know, as I do, that it is all they ask for. + +CHANCELLOR. You were the friend of Austria. + +EMPEROR. I'll prove it. Tell her from me that Servia has yielded on + every point which doth become a nation and that Austria may accept her + terms. + +CHANCELLOR. Nay, Sire---- + +EMPEROR. And so, there will be no war. + +OFFICER. Sire, we beg---- + +EMPEROR. These are my commands. + + (_They have to go, chagrined, but deferential._) + +EMPEROR. The decision lay with me, and I said there shall be peace. That + be my zenith! + + (_He goes back to the chair; he sleeps peacefully; in the distance a + bell tolls the Angelus, and suddenly this is broken by one boom of a + great gun, which reverberates and should be startling. The SPIRIT + OF CULTURE returns, now with a wound in her breast; she surveys him + sadly._) + +CULTURE. Sleep on, unhappy King. (_He grows restless._) Better to wake + if even your dreams appal you. + + (_He wakes, and for a moment he scarcely understands that he has + been dreaming; the realization is tragic to him._) + +EMPEROR. You! You have come here to mock me! + +CULTURE. Oh, no. + +EMPEROR. I dreamed there was no war. In my dream they came to me and I + forbade the war. I saw the Fatherland smiling and prosperous, as it + was before the war. + +CULTURE. It was you who made the war, O Emperor! + +EMPEROR (_huskily_). Belgium? + +CULTURE. There is no Belgium now, but over what was Belgium there rests + a soft light, as of a helm, and through it is a flaming sword. + +EMPEROR. I dreamed I had kept my plighted word to Belgium. + +CULTURE. It was you, O Emperor, who broke your plighted word and laid + waste the land. In the lust for victory you violated even the laws of + war which men contrive so that when the sword is sheathed they may + dare again face their Maker. Your way to Him is lighted now by + smouldering spires and ashes that were once fair academic groves of + mine, and you shall seek Him over roads cobbled with the moans of + innocents. + +EMPEROR. In my dream I thought England was grown degenerate and would + not fight. + +CULTURE. She fought you where Crecy was, and Agincourt, and Waterloo, + with all their dead to help her. The dead became quick in their + ancient graves, stirred by the tread of the island feet, and they + cried out: "How is England doing?" The living answered the dead upon + their bugles with the "All's well." England, O Emperor, was grown + degenerate, but you, _you_, have made her great. + +EMPEROR. France, Russia? + +CULTURE. They are here around your walls. + +EMPEROR. My people? + +CULTURE. I see none marching but men whose feet make no sound. Shades of + your soldiers who pass on and on, in never-ending lines. + +EMPEROR. Do they curse me? + +CULTURE. None curses; they all salute you as they pass. They have done + your bidding. + +EMPEROR. The women curse me? + +CULTURE. Not even the women. They, too, salute you. You were their + Father and could do no wrong. + +EMPEROR. And you? + +CULTURE. I have come with this gaping wound in my breast to bid you + farewell. + +EMPEROR. God cannot let my Germany be utterly destroyed. + +CULTURE. If God is with the Allies, Germany will not be destroyed. + Farewell. + + (_She is going. She lifts a pistol from the table and puts it in his + hand. It is all she can do for her old friend. She goes away with + shining eyes. The penny dip burns low. The great Emperor is lost in + its shadows._) + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: + + Text in italics is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39228.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39228.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..70a64e8ccdfe3ff8f9c2245386bb8813c99488c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39228.txt @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by L. Harrison and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Canada Team (http://www.pgdpcanada.net) from page images generously made +available by the Digital Media Repository, Archives and Special +Collections, Ball State University Libraries (http://libx.bsu.edu) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 39228-h.htm or 39228-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/39228/pg39228-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/39228/39228-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through the + Digital Media Repository, Archives and Special Collections, + Ball State University Libraries. See + http://libx.bsu.edu/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/chapbks&CISOPTR=213&CISOBOX=1&REC=1 + + + + + +WOODBINE-ARBOR; +Or the +Little Gardeners. + +A Story of a +Happy Childhood. + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + +New Haven. +Published by S. Babcock. +1849. + +[Illustration: BUILDING THE ARBOR.] + + + + +WOODBINE ARBOR; OR THE LITTLE GARDENERS. + + +Let me tell you, my dear young reader, about a happy little family of +three brothers and three sisters, who lived in a pleasant home, not +far from the great city of New-York. Their father, Mr. Howard, was a +wealthy merchant, and had his store in the city, to which he usually +rode early in the morning, directly after breakfast, and returned home +in season to take tea with his family. He had six children, the little +folks whom I am now going to tell you about. + +The girls were named Maria, Elizabeth, and Harriet. The boys were +Henry, Charles, and John.--Henry was the oldest, then Charles, Maria, +John, Elizabeth, and Harriet. + +Their home was a beautiful country-seat, situated not far from the +East river, with fine old shade trees in front of it. In the rear was +a very large garden, laid out with great neatness and taste, and well +stocked with fruits and flowers. Then there were walks and borders, +and summer-houses, and arbors, and almost every thing which could +render it a delightful place. + +One portion of his grounds Mr. Howard had laid out for a garden for his +children. This was to be their own, and in it they were to dig, and hoe, +and rake, and plant, and transplant, and water, just as they pleased, so +long as they were attentive to their lessons, obedient to their parents, +and kind to each other. When any of them misbehaved,--which was very +seldom,--that child was forbidden to visit the garden for one or two +days, or a week, according to the nature of its offence. + +[Illustration: TRANSPLANTING.] + +Mr. and Mrs. Howard were both anxious that their children should grow +up, not only good and intelligent, but that they should acquire +active and industrious habits; they therefore encouraged them all, +girls as well as boys, to pass their play-hours in the healthy and +delightful employment of gardening. + +Well, our young friends heartily seconded the wishes of their parents, +and except in cold or stormy weather, their little garden was the +scene of great industry, as soon as their several lessons for the day +were recited. They had a complete set of garden tools, just the right +size for such little folks: spades, hoes, rakes, watering-pots, and a +wheelbarrow. I assure you they did not let these tools lie idle. Their +garden, which produced flowers of all kinds, and many varieties of +fruit, always presented a neat and workman-like appearance. The boys +usually took upon themselves the most laborious part of the work, such +as digging, and hoeing, and raking, while their sisters planted and +transplanted, and watered, and pruned and trimmed, as occasion required. + +[Illustration: THE LITTLE GARDENERS.] + +One day, early in the Spring, the little folks took it into their heads +to build an arbor in their garden. So, getting their mother's consent, +they applied to the gardener, who furnished them with some stout poles +and strips of boards necessary for their purpose. Accordingly, they were +soon industriously engaged in their first essay at building. + +Henry planned the shape and the frame, and then he and Charles, with +mallet and hammer in hand, drove the poles into the ground, and nailed +on the strips of board; while Maria and Elizabeth held the materials +for them, and Harriet and John handed up such things as were needed. + +In four or five days, "WOODBINE ARBOR," as the little folks named it, +was quite finished. In the center of it they had placed a table, and +built seats around the sides of the arbor. These the girls covered +very neatly with cloth, which their mamma gave them for the purpose. + +At each corner of the arbor, our young gardeners set out a fine large +woodbine, which the gardener gave them, and at the sides several +beautiful climbing roses. These vines they trained up to, and over the +top of the arbor, in such a way as to shade the inside from the rays +of the sun. + +When these plants were in full bloom, the arbor presented a lovely +appearance, and was filled with the most delightful fragrance. Here our +little gardeners retired when they were fatigued with their labors, or +when the heat of the sun prevented their working in the garden. + +[Illustration: ARRANGING THE BOUQUETS.] + +On the anniversary of the wedding day of Mr. and Mrs. Howard, the +children always selected from their garden the choicest flowers, as an +offering to their beloved parents; indeed, each of them cultivated +several rare and beautiful kinds for this particular occasion. +Gathering the flowers together, they exerted their utmost skill in +forming two fine large bouquets for their father and mother, which +were presented as an offering from all the children, and which were +designed to grace the vases on the parlor mantle-piece. + +When these two bouquets were arranged to the satisfaction of all the +little folks, each one made two of a smaller size, just alike, which +they presented in their own name. + +You may be sure these little gifts of affection were duly prized by the +fond parents, and were kept from fading as long as possible. They were +rewarded, too, by some suitable present to each child, accompanied by +kind wishes, and such words of advice and instruction as the occasion +called for. These words of advice, given at such times, made a lasting +impression; they were remembered by the little ones as long as they +remembered the happy events which called them forth. + +But you must not suppose these little masters and misses were so fond +of gardening as to spend all their play-hours there. Oh, no; like most +other children, they liked play and play-things. The girls all had +dolls, and a pet rabbit and two little white poodles to amuse +themselves with. Henry made kites, bows, arrows, and other toys, and +Charles was quite fond of making and sailing little toy ships, while +John, the youngest, liked nothing much better than playing with a ball +or trundling his hoop. Still, the garden, after all, afforded them +more real and lasting pleasure than any thing else. + +[Illustration: THE TOY SHIP.] + +But the year I am telling you about,--the year in which our little +friends built their arbor,--instead of presenting the bouquets as +usual, they begged their parents to visit them at the arbor. The +invitation was readily accepted, and the children accordingly made the +necessary preparations. Having selected the very choicest fruits +from their garden, they arranged it to the best advantage on the +table, placing the two large bouquets in the center; they then each +held the two smaller ones in their hands, and presented them, with +their best wishes, as their parents entered the arbor. + +I shall not attempt to tell you how delighted the young people all were +on this occasion, when their neat little arbor, the work of their own +hands, was thus honored with a visit from their parents. With some +crowding, there was room for the eight persons, but mamma made a little +more by taking the youngest up in her lap. Then the different fruits +were handed round, and all partook of such as suited them best. Never +were happier children assembled, or happier parents. Not even the finest +fruit raised by their experienced gardener, ever tasted half as sweet as +that which was eaten at the little feast in "WOODBINE ARBOR." + +When it was over, mamma, at the urgent request of the children, sang +one of her sweetest songs, and then they all took a walk through the +garden. Many, very many, were the words of praise and encouragement +spoken by the parents, as they beheld the neatness and good order in +which every thing was kept. The handsomely laid out beds and borders, +the straight rows of plants, the well-trained vines, the beautiful +flowers, and the luxuriant growth of the little trees and shrubbery, +without a single weed to mar the beauty of the garden, excited their +highest admiration. + +"My dear little ones," said Mr. Howard, "let the care which you have +bestowed upon this sweet little spot, and the success which has +attended your efforts, incite you to higher and nobler aims, which +will most certainly be rewarded with higher and nobler results. With +the same care and industry which you have bestowed upon your garden, +cultivate your _minds_, and raise in them the lovely and unfading +flowers of piety and virtue. Root out from them the noxious weeds of +vice and evil habits, and train all your thoughts upward to your +heavenly Father and Benefactor. Assist each other in this mental +cultivation, with the same kindness which you have all shown in +cultivating your garden; be ready at all rimes to share with the poor +and needy the blessings which you enjoy, as freely as you have this +day shared the productions of your garden with your parents. Then, +like the plants which you have here cultivated, you will bear fruit +and flowers to bless and cheer your fellow-men; and when you are +removed from earth you will be transplanted in heaven, and blossom +forever in the _Garden of the Lord_." + + +END. + + + + + BABCOCK'S + No. 3 TOY BOOKS, + NEW SERIES, + MORAL, INSTRUCTIVE, AND + ENTERTAINING, + ALL BEAUTIFULLY + EMBELLISHED + WITH + SUPERIOR + ENGRAVINGS. + + EDITED BY + THOMAS TELLER. + + CHILDREN'S BOOKS + OF + EVERY DESCRIPTION + CONSTANTLY PUBLISHING. + +[Illustration: Back Cover] + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +Obvious punctuation and spelling errors were corrected. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39259.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39259.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..93fd9c8f7660ce7901602760f95acf6b8d5c7321 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39259.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Julia Miller, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + +WAS THE BEGINNING DAY OF THE +MAYA MONTH NUMBERED ZERO +(OR TWENTY) OR ONE? + + +BY + +CHARLES P. BOWDITCH + + +CAMBRIDGE +THE UNIVERSITY PRESS +1901 + + + + +WAS THE BEGINNING DAY OF THE MAYA MONTH NUMBERED ZERO (OR TWENTY) OR +ONE? + + +Goodman, in his elaborate and valuable book on the Maya Inscriptions, +has made up his Tables on the supposition that the beginning day of the +month was not called Day 1, but Day 20, giving the day this number +because in his view the Mayas counted the number of days which had +passed and not the current or passing day. That is, the Mayas, +according to Goodman, used the same plan in counting their days which +we use in counting our minutes and hours and which we depart from in +counting our days. Thus, when we speak of January 1, we do not mean +that one day has passed since January came in, but that the month of +December has passed and that we are living in the day which when +completed will be the first day of January. But when we say that it is +one o'clock, we do not mean that we are living in the hour which when +passed will be the first hour of the day or half-day, but we mean that +one whole hour of the day or half-day has fully passed. Goodman's idea +is that the Mayas used this system in counting their days of the month, +their kins, uinals, tuns, katuns, and cycles. In other words he +considers that the beginning day of the month Pop was not 1 Pop, but 20 +Pop, the beginning day of Uo was 20 Uo; that the beginning kin of a +uinal was Kin 20, the beginning uinal of a tun was Uinal 18, the +beginning tun of a katun was Tun 20, that the beginning katun of a +cycle was Katun 20, and that the beginning cycle of a grand cycle was +Cycle 13. The reason why Goodman substitutes 18 and 13 for 20 in the +case of the uinals and cycles respectively is that these are the +numbers of uinals and cycles which are needed to make one of the next +higher units in his scale of numeration. + +Without considering the truth or error of his view in regard to the +cycles, katuns, etc., let us try to solve the following questions: + +1st. Did the Mayas count the days of their month by the day which had +passed, as we count our hours? + +2d. Was the number which they gave to the beginning day of the month 0 +or 20? + +For our answers to these questions, let us turn to pages 46-50 of the +Dresden Codex. These pages contain three rows of twenty month dates +each, and each of these dates is reached with but two exceptions by +counting forward from the preceding date the number of days specified +in red at the bottom of the pages, the first date of each row on page +46 being the regular number of days distant from the last date of the +same row on page 50. + +In the first row of dates, we find that the third date on page 48 is 12 +Chen. The number of days at the bottom of the page which need to be +counted forward in order to reach the fourth date is 8. If the +beginning day of the month were marked by the Mayas with 1, then the +last day would be marked with 20, and by adding 8 days to 12 Chen, we +should reach 20 Chen. But the date is not 20 Chen. The month is +Yax,--the month immediately following Chen,--and the glyph which takes +the place of the number has a form resembling two half-circles placed +side by side. In other words, in this case 8 days from 12 Chen reach ? +Yax, and as far as the first proposition is concerned, it is immaterial +whether the form above given is called 0 or 20. Eight days have taken +us out of the month Chen into the next month Yax, and to a day of that +month which is not 1 Yax, but must be a day preceding 1 Yax, whether +that is called 0 Yax or 20 Yax. + +Again, the first date of the first row of month dates on page 50 is 10 +Kankin, and the number at the bottom of the page to be added in order +to reach the second date is 90. Counting forward 90 days from 10 Kankin +we should reach 20 Cumhu, if the beginning day of the month is 1 +Cumhu. But the month is not Cumhu nor is it Pop, but it is undoubtedly +the glyph for the five supplementary days, Uayeb. The glyph which takes +the place of the number is the same as that which has just been found +before Yax. This is additional evidence that the months began with 0 or +20 and not with 1. + +Again, on the first date of the second row of page 50 is 15 Cumhu, and +the number of days to be added in order to reach the next date is 90, +which appears at the bottom of the page. Counting forward this number +of days from 15 Cumhu, we should reach 20 Zotz if the beginning day of +the month were 1 Zotz. But the month is clearly Tzec, and the number is +that which we have already found twice before as meaning 0 or 20. + +These cases would seem to show that after passing day 19 of any month, +we reach the beginning day of the next month, and that this day is +found with the glyph which means 0 or 20. + +Against this is the evidence of the last month date of the third row of +page 49, which is clearly 9 Mac, and the number to be added at the +bottom of the page is 236. This would take us to 20 Xul, if the +beginning day of Xul is 1 Xul, but to 0 or 20 Yaxkin if the beginning +day of Xul is 0 or 20. The first month date of the third row of page 50 +is 0 or 20 Xul. This, I think, is clear, although the Xul glyph is not +exactly like the other glyphs of this month. + +Here then are three cases which support Goodman's view and one against +it. The weight of evidence is therefore in favor of his system so far. + +In the Inscriptions there are not very many cases where the month has +the zero or twenty sign attached to it, and there are still fewer cases +where this occurs in a position where the question can be decided from +the context as to whether the 0 or 20 is the last day of one month or +the beginning day of the next month. + +On the inscription of the Temple of the Cross at Palenque, however, we +have a month date which is 5 Ahau 3 Tzec. This is on R S 10. On R 8 to +9 we find 1.16.7.17., if the thumb with the katun glyph means 1, as it +almost surely does. Counting forward this number of days from 5 Ahau 3 +Tzec, we should reach 5 Caban 20 Zip if the month begins with 1, or 5 +Caban 0 or 20 Zotz if the beginning day is 0 or 20. On S 12 R 13 is 5 +Caban 0 or 20 Zotz. The form of the number glyph cannot fail to recall +that of the similar glyphs in the Dresden Codex. + +De Rosny has given in his "Compte-Rendu d'une Mission Scientifique," +published in the "Memoires de la Societe d'Ethnographie," an admirable +reproduction of the wooden inscription which came from Tikal. On Plate +12 of this work we find on A B 1, 3 Ahau 3 Mol, and on B 2 A 3, we have +2.11.12. By counting forward this number of days from 3 Ahau 3 Mol we +reach 6 Eb 0 or 20 Pop, if the month begins with 0 or 20, but 6 Eb 5 +Uayeb if the month begins with 1. This is a particularly strong case, +for the month is surely Pop and the number is certainly not 5, and is +like those of the manuscripts and of the Temple of the Cross, which we +have just commented on and which are in all probability 0 or 20. + +Again, on a part of a doorway in El Cayo, on C D 3 we find 13 Cimi 19 +Zotz; on H 3 G 4 is a number which seems to be 8.18.6. Counting forward +we reach 9 Eb 20 Uo, if the month begins with 1, or 9 Eb 0 or 20 Zip, +if the months begin with 0 or 20. Although the glyphs for Uo and Zip +resemble each other, yet the date on I J 1 is clearly 9 Eb 0 or 20 Zip. +It should be said, however, that the number on H 3 G 4 is somewhat +effaced and very unusual, in showing 18 uinals, and that there is +another date 5 ? 3 Yaxkin on E F 3. + +On the other hand the inscription of the Temple of the Cross shows us +on D 3 C 4, 4 Ahau 8 Cumhu, and on D 5 C 6, is 1.9.2., which is equal +to 1 year 177 days. Counting forward this number of days from 4 Ahau 8 +Cumhu we reach 13 Ik 20 Mol, if the month begins with 1, or 0 or 20 +Chen, if the month begins with 0 or 20. On C D 9 we find 13 Ik ? Mol. +However, on D 13 to C 15 we have the long number 1.18.3.12.0., which +counted forward from 13 Ik 20 Mol brings us to 9 Ik 15 Zac, which is +not found anywhere near by. But if we count forward this number from 13 +Ik 0 or 20 Chen, we should reach 9 Ik 15 Ceh, which is found on E F 1. +It would seem, therefore, that the glyph for Mol had been carved in +error for that of Chen. + +Other cases where 0 or 20 probably occur before the month sign are the +following: + +Copan, Altar U, 1 to 2 2 Caban 0 or 20 Pop. + " " U, 51 to 52 3 Eb 0 or 20 Pop. +Temple of the Cross, Q 2 P 3 11 Caban 0 or 20 Pop. + " " " " F 12 E 13 9 Ik 0 or 20 Chen (J.T.G.) + " " " " E F 9 9 Ik 0 or 20 Yax or Zac. + +The month glyph of the last example looks like Zac. If it is Yax it +proves Goodman's theory by calculation. + +Thus we see that in three out of four cases in the Dresden Codex and in +three cases out of four in the Inscriptions where the context is such +as to throw light on the question, the evidence is in favor of +concluding that the months began with a day 0 or 20 and not with a day +1. Moreover in the single case in the Codex which tends to prove the +contrary, it is interesting to see that the month glyph, Xul, is +somewhat different from the other Xul glyphs, while in the doubtful +case in the inscriptions, if the month glyph had been Chen and not Mol, +it would have agreed with the dates before and after it. In other +words, the calculations both before and after the date in question +would be quite accurate if the month were Chen and if, therefore, the +beginning day were 0 or 20, while the glyph of Mol makes the +calculation after that date inaccurate. + +All the evidence taken gives a very strong presumption in favor of +Goodman's theory that the month began with 0 or 20. + +It is also interesting to notice that of the other dates given above +where the calculation does not help us, three of these are 0 or 20 Pop +(provided we have identified the number glyph correctly, which is +certainly none of the known glyphs for any of the numbers 1 to 19). +This date would not be significant if 20 Pop were the last day of the +month, but it would be very significant if it were the beginning day of +the month, that is the beginning day of the New Year. I think, +therefore, that it is safe to assume as a good working hypothesis that +the beginning days of the month were designated as 0 or 20, and the +last day of the month as 19. + +The second of our questions,--namely, whether this beginning day was +called Day 0 or Day 20,--must now be taken up. Of course if we had +decided that those cases which we have been considering represented the +last days of the month, there would have been no question that the +number glyphs which were not any of the numbers from 1 to 19 must be +the number 20. It would have been very improbable that after having +numbered the days of a month from 1 to 19 they would have called the +last day 0. But it is not as certain that they might not have called +the beginning day of a month 20, considering that twenty days had +passed of the preceding month, and that their count was regulated by +the number of days which had passed. As far as the month dates are +concerned, however, it is absolutely unimportant whether the beginning +day is called 0 or 20. Goodman says that the Mayas had no need of a +zero (following the Romans in this respect), since zero was of no use +as a multiplier. This is hardly conclusive. It may be true, as Goodman +says, that the Mayas in their month dates spoke of the twenty days +which had passed in the preceding month; but it is equally true that +they may have expressed this idea by attaching the number zero to the +beginning day on the ground that no days of the current month had +elapsed. Indeed the latter explanation is the more credible, since, if +they had spoken of the twenty days of the preceding month as having +elapsed, it would seem possible at least, and perhaps probable, that +they would have used the name of the preceding month as well, and would +have called the beginning day of Yaxkin, for instance, 20 Xul and not +20 Yaxkin. But this it seems they did not do, unless the instance on +the Temple of the Cross and that of the Dresden Codex, already cited, +would bear this construction. These instances, however, are +contradicted by all the other cases and are themselves capable of a +different interpretation. It would seem as if the Mayas probably called +the beginning day of a month by the name of the current month, and that +they attached the zero to it, meaning that no days of that month had +elapsed. Moreover such a plan is very much easier for calculation and +there is less liability to error; for it is natural to think of a day +with the number 20 as following a day with the number 19 and as being +the last day of a month containing 20 days, rather than the beginning +day of a month. I do not place too much reliance on this, however, for +it is hardly safe to argue back from what we at this time would +consider the best thing to do, in order to find out what some other +nation at some other time would have done. + +The chief evidence in favor of giving the 0 or 20 glyph the meaning of +20 is, that this glyph is often drawn with a hand stretching across its +lower part, especially when the main part of the glyph is a face. Now +the face glyphs which represent the cycle of 144,000 days and the katun +of 7,200 days are very similar, except that the cycle glyph has also a +hand across its lower part, and the cycle is equal to 20 katuns; but +this evidence is somewhat weak, since it is clear that even if the 0 +or 20 glyph should be decided to mean 20, in all calculations it is to +be treated as 0, as is proved by many of the inscriptions of Palenque, +Piedras Negras, Copan, and elsewhere. + +On the whole, therefore, I think the weight of evidence is in favor of +the hypothesis that the Mayas called the beginning days of their month +Day 0 and numbered the days of their month from 0 to 19. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39310.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39310.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5f8d9f7b1be467e53f574a13070ed35b7f0770cf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39310.txt @@ -0,0 +1,215 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Julia Miller, Paula Franzini and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + ON THE AGE OF MAYA RUINS + + BY + CHARLES P. BOWDITCH + + + (From the American Anthropologist (N. S.), Vol. 3, + October-December, 1901) + + + NEW YORK + G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS + 1901 + + + + + ON THE AGE OF MAYA RUINS + + BY CHARLES P. BOWDITCH + + +The inscription lately discovered in Chichen Itza by Edward H. Thompson, +United States Consul at Merida, is of more than passing interest. It +contains an Initial Series of glyphs, which, so far as I know, gives the +only initial date that has been found in the northern part of Yucatan. + +Although it may be a matter of doubt on what date the long count +declared by the Initial Series began, yet, if we assume that the +majority of the initial dates refer to the time when the buildings or +stelae on which the dates occur were erected (and this assumption seems +altogether probable), we can at least decide on the relative age of the +ruined cities in which the buildings or stelae are found. + +The great cycle glyph in the Chichen Itza date is somewhat injured, but +it is apparently of the same character as those found elsewhere. The +numbers of the cycle, katun, tun, and uinal periods are 10, 2, 9, and 1, +respectively. The number of the kin period is a face which, from the +circle of dots around the mouth, is pretty surely 9. The day number is 9 +and the month number is 7. The day glyph is somewhat obscure, but +contains a circular frame supported by a knot, while the month glyph is +pretty surely Zac. We can then be sure of the following:?. 10. 2. 9. +1. ?, 9. ?. 7. ?., with the probability that the second ? should be +replaced by 9 and the last ? should be replaced by Zac. Assuming for the +moment that the great cycle sign is what Goodman calls 54, we find from +the tables that 54. 10. 2. 9. 0. 0. is 6 Ahau 18 Chen (49), and that 54. +10. 2. 9. 1. 0. is 13 Ahau 18 Yax (49). Now, in order to reach a day +with the number 9 and a month day with the number 7 from 13 Ahau 18 Yax, +we must add 9 days. This makes the date necessarily 54. 10. 2. 9. 1. 9., +9 Muluc 7 Zac (49). The day sign, though rubbed, has the characteristics +of Muluc, and the month is shown to be surely Zac; the kin number is +also proved to be 9. + +There is just a possibility that the great cycle may not be 54. If it is +53, the date must be 9 Muluc 12 Muan; if it is 55, the date must be 9 +Muluc 2 Yaxkin; but the month number is clearly 7, which eliminates both +these great cycle numbers. In order to find a great cycle with the +numbers ?. 10. 2. 9. 1. 9, 9. ?. 7. ?, we should have to go back or +forward from Great Cycle 54 at least five great cycles, which means over +25,000 years. This is such an enormous distance that it can practically +be thrown out of consideration, and we may be well satisfied that the +great cycle is really the same period in which almost every one of the +other dates occurs, viz., 54. + +It will be interesting to compare this date with the first and last +known dates of the other ruined cities of Chiapas and Guatemala. I give +a list of these dates: + + Period of + Earliest Latest Existence + + Piedras Negras 54.9. 8.10.6.16. 54.9.12. 2. 0.16. 3.11.12. 0. + Copan 54.9. 6.10.0. 0.[1] 54.9.16.10. 0. 0. 10. 0. 0. 0. + Quirigua 54.9.14.13.4.17.[2] 54.9.19.13. 0.12. 4.19.13.15. + Yaxchilan 54.9. 0.19.2. 4.[3] + Palenque 54.9. 4. 0.0. 0.[4] 54.9. 8. 9.13. 0. 4. 9.13. 0. + + [1] The date of Stela D given by Goodman as 54. 9. 5. 5. 0. 0. is + almost surely 54. 9. 15. 5. 0. 0. + + [2] The dates 54. 13. 0. 0. 0. 0. and 54. 9. 1. 0. 0. 0. may well + be traditional and not historical, and refer to a period lying far + in the past. + + [3] This date on Lintel 22 is very clear, but as it is the only + one which I have seen, I omit it in the following discussion. If + historical, it is earlier than the earliest date of Quirigua except + that of the normal date 54. 13. 0. 0. 0. 0., 4 Ahau 8 Cumhu. + + [4] The dates of the Temple of the Cross, Temple of the Sun, and + Temple of the Foliated Cross are almost surely traditional. The date + on the Palace Steps, given by Goodman as 55. 3. 18. 12. 15. 12., + should undoubtedly be 54. 9. 8. 9. 13. 0. + +The above collation establishes the fact that Piedras Negras, Copan, +Palenque, and Quirigua flourished contemporaneously for at least a part +of their existence, for the last known date of Palenque is but 0. 11. +16, or less than one year before the first known date of Piedras Negras. +This does not necessarily mean that Palenque was deserted at the +establishment of Piedras Negras. Of course as investigation proceeds +other inscriptions may be discovered which may give earlier or later +dates, but it is interesting to note the relation between the known +dates of all these cities. + +The date of Chichen Itza is later than any of the dates found above. The +following list shows the distance from the earliest and latest dates of +the ruined cities of Chiapas and Guatemala to the date recently found in +Chichen Itza. + + + DISTANCE OF THE EARLIEST AND LATEST DATES TO THE DATE OF CHICHEN ITZA + + Earliest Latest + + Piedras Negras 13.18.12.13, 274 y. 323 d. 10. 7.0.13, 204 y. 73 d. + Copan 15.19. 1. 9, 314 y. 259 d. 5.19.1. 9, 117 y. 164 d. + Quirigua 7.15.14.12, 153 y. 247 d. 2.16.0.17, 55 y. 102 d. + Palenque 18. 9. 1. 9, 364 y. 9 d. 13.19.6. 9, 275 y. 194 d. + +The Book of Chilan Balam of Mani[5] states that on Katun 13 the people +whose history is recorded in this book reached Chacnouitan eighty years +after leaving Nonaual, and that on Katun 6 of the following cycle +Chichen Itza was discovered, and that on Katun 11 of the second +following cycle they removed to Chichen Itza, having remained at +Chacnouitan ninety-nine years. The distance from Katun 13 of one cycle +to Katun 6 of another is 200 tuns, or about 197 years. The distance from +Katun 13 of one cycle to Katun 11 of the second following cycle is 280 +tuns or about 276 years. + + First date } } + of Piedras 54.9.8.10.6.16} } + Negras, } } + } 3.11.12.0. = 70 y. 250 d.} + Last date } } + of Piedras 54.9.12.2.0.16} } + Negras, } } + } 13.18.12.13 = + } + First date } } 274 y. 323 d. + of Quirigua, 54.9.14.13.4.17} } + } 4.19.13.15 = 98 y. 145 d.} + Last date } } + of Quirigua, 54.9.19.13.0.12} } + } + Chichen 2.16.0.17. = 55 y. 102 d.} + Itza, 54.10.2.9.1.9 } + + [5] _The Maya Chronicles_, D. G. Brinton, Phil'a, 1882, p. 87. + +The coincidences of dates are remarkable when it is seen that the length +of time from the first date of Piedras Negras to that of Chichen Itza is +278-2/3 tuns, while the time between the arrival at Chacnouitan to the +removal to Chichen Itza is given by the Book of Chilan Balam as 280 +tuns. More than this, if an inscription should be found hereafter in +Piedras Negras recording a date as late as 54. 9. 13. 9. 6. 16, this +would show a stay in Piedras Negras of 99 tuns, the time given in the +manuscript for the stay at Chacnouitan, and if about 54. 9. 13. 9. 6. +16, the people of Piedras Negras deserted that city, they would have +passed 204 years and 73 days before arriving at Chichen Itza. Now, all +the historical dates of Quirigua lie between this last date and that of +their arrival at Chichen Itza. Could the people of Piedras Negras have +passed over to Quirigua and occupied that city during a part of this +period of 204 years?[6] + + [6] If, however, we accept the date of 54. 9. 1. 0. 0. 0. in Quirigua + as historical, as I was inclined to think when I wrote "Memoranda on + the Maya Calendars used in the Books of Chilan Balam," the foundation + of Quirigua would be anterior to all the dates which I have used in + the above calculations. + +Such speculations may not be of great value, but if they excite enough +interest to induce a more thorough investigation, they will not be +absolutely useless. + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +In general every effort has been made to replicate the original text as +faithfully as possible, including some instances of possible +irregularities in the use of commas and periods in Mayan dates. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's On the Age of Maya Ruins, by Charles P. 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Howard Cromwell + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg396.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg396.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c649c08c2566d9bba4d9051166a338c6ac014fdc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg396.txt @@ -0,0 +1,286 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Edward A. Malone. + + + + + + + + + +THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? + +by + +Frank R. Stockton + + + + +In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, +though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of +distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as +became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant +fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, +he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to +self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the +thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political +systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland +and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his +orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for +nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush +down uneven places. + +Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified +was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and +beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured. + +But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The +arena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunity of +hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view +the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and +hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop +the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its +encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, +was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue +rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance. + +When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance to +interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed day the +fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's arena, a +structure which well deserved its name, for, although its form and plan +were borrowed from afar, its purpose emanated solely from the brain of +this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew no tradition to which he +owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy, and who ingrafted on every +adopted form of human thought and action the rich growth of his +barbaric idealism. + +When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king, +surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal state on +one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath him opened, and +the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheater. Directly +opposite him, on the other side of the inclosed space, were two doors, +exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of +the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of +them. He could open either door he pleased; he was subject to no +guidance or influence but that of the aforementioned impartial and +incorruptible chance. If he opened the one, there came out of it a +hungry tiger, the fiercest and most cruel that could be procured, which +immediately sprang upon him and tore him to pieces as a punishment for +his guilt. The moment that the case of the criminal was thus decided, +doleful iron bells were clanged, great wails went up from the hired +mourners posted on the outer rim of the arena, and the vast audience, +with bowed heads and downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way, +mourning greatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected, +should have merited so dire a fate. + +But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forth from +it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that his majesty +could select among his fair subjects, and to this lady he was +immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It mattered not that +he might already possess a wife and family, or that his affections +might be engaged upon an object of his own selection; the king allowed +no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of +retribution and reward. The exercises, as in the other instance, took +place immediately, and in the arena. Another door opened beneath the +king, and a priest, followed by a band of choristers, and dancing +maidens blowing joyous airs on golden horns and treading an epithalamic +measure, advanced to where the pair stood, side by side, and the +wedding was promptly and cheerily solemnized. Then the gay brass bells +rang forth their merry peals, the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the +innocent man, preceded by children strewing flowers on his path, led +his bride to his home. + +This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice. Its +perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not know out of which +door would come the lady; he opened either he pleased, without having +the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, he was to be devoured +or married. On some occasions the tiger came out of one door, and on +some out of the other. The decisions of this tribunal were not only +fair, they were positively determinate: the accused person was +instantly punished if he found himself guilty, and, if innocent, he was +rewarded on the spot, whether he liked it or not. There was no escape +from the judgments of the king's arena. + +The institution was a very popular one. When the people gathered +together on one of the great trial days, they never knew whether they +were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding. This +element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion which it could +not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses were entertained and +pleased, and the thinking part of the community could bring no charge +of unfairness against this plan, for did not the accused person have +the whole matter in his own hands? + +This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his most florid +fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as his own. As is +usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, and was loved by him +above all humanity. Among his courtiers was a young man of that +fineness of blood and lowness of station common to the conventional +heroes of romance who love royal maidens. This royal maiden was well +satisfied with her lover, for he was handsome and brave to a degree +unsurpassed in all this kingdom, and she loved him with an ardor that +had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong. +This love affair moved on happily for many months, until one day the +king happened to discover its existence. He did not hesitate nor waver +in regard to his duty in the premises. The youth was immediately cast +into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king's arena. +This, of course, was an especially important occasion, and his majesty, +as well as all the people, was greatly interested in the workings and +development of this trial. Never before had such a case occurred; never +before had a subject dared to love the daughter of the king. In after +years such things became commonplace enough, but then they were in no +slight degree novel and startling. + +The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and +relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected +for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beauty throughout the +land were carefully surveyed by competent judges in order that the +young man might have a fitting bride in case fate did not determine for +him a different destiny. Of course, everybody knew that the deed with +which the accused was charged had been done. He had loved the princess, +and neither he, she, nor any one else, thought of denying the fact; but +the king would not think of allowing any fact of this kind to interfere +with the workings of the tribunal, in which he took such great delight +and satisfaction. No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would +be disposed of, and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in +watching the course of events, which would determine whether or not the +young man had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess. + +The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered, and +thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain +admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls. The king and +his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful +portals, so terrible in their similarity. + +All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal party +opened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena. Tall, +beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum of +admiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand a +youth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! What a +terrible thing for him to be there! + +As the youth advanced into the arena he turned, as the custom was, to +bow to the king, but he did not think at all of that royal personage. +His eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to the right of her +father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism in her nature it is +probable that lady would not have been there, but her intense and +fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on an occasion in which +she was so terribly interested. From the moment that the decree had +gone forth that her lover should decide his fate in the king's arena, +she had thought of nothing, night or day, but this great event and the +various subjects connected with it. Possessed of more power, influence, +and force of character than any one who had ever before been interested +in such a case, she had done what no other person had done,--she had +possessed herself of the secret of the doors. She knew in which of the +two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, +with its open front, and in which waited the lady. Through these thick +doors, heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible +that any noise or suggestion should come from within to the person who +should approach to raise the latch of one of them. But gold, and the +power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to the princess. + +And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready to emerge, +all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, but she knew who +the lady was. It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of +the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth, +should he be proved innocent of the crime of aspiring to one so far +above him; and the princess hated her. Often had she seen, or imagined +that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration +upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances +were perceived, and even returned. Now and then she had seen them +talking together; it was but for a moment or two, but much can be said +in a brief space; it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how +could she know that? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise +her eyes to the loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity +of the savage blood transmitted to her through long lines of wholly +barbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembled behind +that silent door. + +When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers as she +sat there, paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean of anxious +faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perception which is +given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behind which door +crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. He had expected +her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soul was assured that +she would never rest until she had made plain to herself this thing, +hidden to all other lookers-on, even to the king. The only hope for the +youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the +success of the princess in discovering this mystery; and the moment he +looked upon her, he saw she had succeeded, as in his soul he knew she +would succeed. + +Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question: +"Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he +stood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was asked in a +flash; it must be answered in another. + +Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her +hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but +her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the man in the arena. + +He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty +space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye +was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he +went to the door on the right, and opened it. + +Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of that +door, or did the lady? + +The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer. It +involves a study of the human heart which leads us through devious +mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find our way. Think +of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended +upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her +soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and +jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him? + +How often, in her waking hours and in her dreams, had she started in +wild horror, and covered her face with her hands as she thought of her +lover opening the door on the other side of which waited the cruel +fangs of the tiger! + +But how much oftener had she seen him at the other door! How in her +grievous reveries had she gnashed her teeth, and torn her hair, when +she saw his start of rapturous delight as he opened the door of the +lady! How her soul had burned in agony when she had seen him rush to +meet that woman, with her flushing cheek and sparkling eye of triumph; +when she had seen him lead her forth, his whole frame kindled with the +joy of recovered life; when she had heard the glad shouts from the +multitude, and the wild ringing of the happy bells; when she had seen +the priest, with his joyous followers, advance to the couple, and make +them man and wife before her very eyes; and when she had seen them walk +away together upon their path of flowers, followed by the tremendous +shouts of the hilarious multitude, in which her one despairing shriek +was lost and drowned! + +Would it not be better for him to die at once, and go to wait for her +in the blessed regions of semi-barbaric futurity? + +And yet, that awful tiger, those shrieks, that blood! + +Her decision had been indicated in an instant, but it had been made +after days and nights of anguished deliberation. She had known she +would be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, without the +slightest hesitation, she had moved her hand to the right. + +The question of her decision is one not to be lightly considered, and +it is not for me to presume to set myself up as the one person able to +answer it. And so I leave it with all of you: Which came out of the +opened door,--the lady, or the tiger? + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Lady, or the Tiger?, by Frank R. Stockton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39604.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39604.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e98d7d33e8f05e1ee28ed799ac100e73e001ad8a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39604.txt @@ -0,0 +1,619 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Mark Young and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + BURLESQUES + +[Illustration MR. GEORGE GRAVES IN "PRINCESS CAPRICE"] + + + + + BURLESQUES + + BY + + H. M. BATEMAN + + WITH AN INTRODUCTORY NOTE BY A. E. JOHNSON + +[Illustration] + + LONDON + + DUCKWORTH & CO. + + 3 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN + +[Illustration _First Published 1916_] + + + PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY WM. BRENDON AND SON, LTD. + PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND + +[Illustration] + + + +INTRODUCTORY NOTE + +Mr. H. M. Bateman possesses in remarkable degree that +rare gift, a real power of comic draughtsmanship. He is +capable not only of comic vision, but of comic expression. +His "line" is an instinctive expression of the comic: it reveals an +innate feeling for the essentially humorous. To put it briefly, if +somewhat vaguely, he "draws funnily." He is the terse and witty +pictorial _raconteur_--a shrewd observer who can sum up a character, +or conjure up a scene, with a few strokes of such penetrating insight +that they carry instant conviction. + +Humour of the kind which the drawings in this volume embody +is so spontaneous, and the expression of it so direct and incisive, +that there is perhaps a tendency to overlook the intensity of the effort +which produces the seemingly effortless result. Mr. Bateman's +method is sometimes described as caricature, but that is to miss its +true significance, though the term may seem, upon the surface, +appropriate enough. Caricature is the art of inducing humour, by +dint of satirical exaggeration, in a subject not necessarily humorous +of itself. Mr. Bateman's more difficult function is to reveal humour, +not to impose it. + +There is no trace of the self-conscious humorist in these drawings. +Facetiousness is a quality conspicuously and gratefully absent. The +artist's only concern is to pluck the very heart out of his subject, and +that his mind has a trend towards the humorous aspect of life is merely +accidental. For it is the humour of life, not merely of men, that +attracts him, and even when he deals with seemingly quite trivial +subjects, there is nothing petty or trite about his comic treatment of +them. + +He generalises. His observations are of types, not of individuals, +of situations rather than of scenes. He draws for us people whom +we all know but none of us have actually seen, for when he portrays +a type his sketch embodies all the salient characteristics that go to +make that type. If he draws a plumber, for example, he shows us +the Compleat Plumber--more like a plumber than any plumber ever +was. And as with character, so with action--whatever Mr. Bateman +elects to make his puppets do, they do it with an intensity and vigour +beyond all practical possibility, but not (and this is the artist's secret) +beyond the bounds of imagination and belief. When a man is seen +running in a Bateman drawing he does not merely run--he _runs_; if +he slumbers, one can veritably hear him snore! The intensity of the +artist's imaginative effort visualises for us that which cannot humanly +be, but would be if it could. + +Pictorial exponents of the comic art are few, for of so-called +"humorous drawings" not many are inspired by the true comic spirit. +It is a fortunate opportunity, therefore, which the present volume +provides of preserving in collected form so much that bears the +evident stamp of the real thing. + +A. E. J. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + LIST OF DRAWINGS + + + PAGE + + THEY CALL IT "FAME" 1 + + MAESTROS: THE IMPRESSIVE 3 + + MAESTROS: THE UNEMOTIONAL 5 + + MAESTROS: THE SENTIMENTAL 7 + + THE WINTER VEST 9 + + THE MAN WHO WON A MOTOR-CAR 11 + + THE ACCOMPANIST WHO DID HER BEST 13 + + THE POTTER-ABOUT-THE-HALL-ALL-DAY + PERSON 15 + + THE GRUMBLE-AT-THE-FOOD-AND-EVERYTHING-ELSE + PERSON 17 + + "I REMEMBER IN 1870----" 19 + + THE TEMPER 21 + + GENUINE ANTIQUES 23 + + SIGHTS UP IN TOWN 25 + + SIGHTS DOWN IN THE COUNTRY 27 + + LITTLE TICH 29 + + THE BLUE 31 + + PREPARATIONS FOR A GREAT OFFENSIVE 32, 33 + + GARCON! 35 + + MAN AND WIFE 37 + + SPEECHMAKERS: THE FAITHFUL OLD + DOG 39 + + SPEECHMAKERS: THE WORM 41 + + TWINS 43 + + PLATONIC 45 + + ALL THIS FOR 3D., 6D., AND 1/- 47 + + THE MISSED PUTT 49 + + THE MAN WHO ONLY WANTED TWO + HALFPENNIES FOR A PENNY 51 + + PSYCHIC: GLOOM 53 + + LOST--A PEKINESE DOG 55 + + DANCERS AND DANCES: SPANISH 57 + + DANCERS AND DANCES: AMERICAN 59 + + DANCERS AND DANCES: ORIENTAL 61 + + THE PUBLIC LIBRARY 63 + + MERELY A MATTER OF SECONDS 65 + + A HEART TO HEART TALK 67 + + HOW I WON THE MARATHON 69 + + 99 deg. IN THE SHADE 71 + +[Illustration] + +_The drawings contained in this book originally appeared, with some +exceptions, in "The Sketch," "London Opinion," "The Graphic," "The +Bystander," "Printer's Pie" and "Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic +News." The author is indebted to the proprietors of these journals for +permission to issue them in this volume._ + + + + +[Illustration THEY CALL IT "FAME"] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration MAESTROS +I. The Impressive: Rachmaninoff's "Prelude"] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration MAESTROS +II. The Unemotional: Bach's "Italian Fugue"] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration MAESTROS +III. The Sentimental: A Chopin Nocturne] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration STUDIES OF A RESPECTABLE MIDDLE-AGED GENTLEMAN WEARING A NEW +WINTER VEST FOR THE FIRST TIME] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE MAN WHO WON A MOTOR-CAR] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE ACCOMPANIST WHO DID HER BEST] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration HOTEL HOGS +The potter-about-the-hall-all-day-and-watch-the-new-arrivals person] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration HOTEL HOGS +The grumble-at-the-food-and-everything-else person] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration "I REMEMBER IN 1870----" +London clubmen in war-time parading for practice in writing to the papers] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE TEMPER] + + + + +[Illustration THE GOBLETS\] + + + + +[Illustration GENUINE ANTIQUES] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration SIGHTS UP IN TOWN] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration SIGHTS DOWN IN THE COUNTRY] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration LITTLE TICH] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE BLUE] + + + + +[Illustration PREPARATIONS FOR--] + + + + +[Illustration --A GREAT OFFENSIVE] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration "GARCON!"] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration MAN AND WIFE] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration SPEECHES AND THEIR MAKERS +The Faithful Old Dog] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration SPEECHES AND THEIR MAKERS +The Worm] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration TWINS] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration PLATONIC] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration ALL THIS FOR 3D.\, 6D.\, AND 1/-] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE MISSED PUTT] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE MAN WHO ONLY WANTED TWO HALFPENNIES FOR A PENNY] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration PSYCHIC] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration LOST--A PEKINESE DOG] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration DANCERS AND DANCES +Spanish] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration DANCERS AND DANCES +American] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration DANCERS AND DANCES +Oriental] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration THE PUBLIC LIBRARY] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration MERELY A MATTER OF SECONDS] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration A HEART-TO-HEART TALK] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration HOW I WON THE MARATHON] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration 99 deg. IN THE SHADE] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + * * * * * + + Transcriber's Notes + + Obvious punctuation and spelling errors repaired. + + Italic text is denoted by _underscore_ and bold text + by =equal signs=. + + The following numerous errors were left as is: + endquote missing punctuation + No punctuation at para end + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39656.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39656.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7c2b3448f109b946cc19506b378b845187845737 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39656.txt @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Katie Hernandez, Jason Isbell, Robert Cicconetti +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + THE SQUARE BOOK + OF ANIMALS + + By William Nicholson. + + RHYMES BY ARTHUR WAUGH. + + [Illustration] + + Published by R. H. Russell. New York. 1900. + + + _NOTE._ + + _The book of Animals was designed by Mr. Nicholson in 1896._ + + + Copyright, 1899, by William Heinemann. + + All rights reserved. + + Entered at Stationers Hall, London, England. + + Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A. + + + + +AN EXPLANATION + + + Friend, seek not here (to feed the mind) + Zoology's recondite feasts: + Here you will find but common, kind, + And unsophisticated beasts! + + Yet fresh the life of farm and grange + As that which o'er the ocean roams: + Take for a change a narrower range-- + An English book for English homes! + + +[Illustration] + + +THE BRITISH BULL-DOG + + You swing the gate; and there he stands to greet you, + With growl or grin, as you are strange or known: + According to your merits will he treat you-- + An Englishman who loves and guards his own. + + +THE UN-COMMON CAT + + Nine lives they give the common cat? + There's a rare one livelier yet than that! + A cat that swings nine separate tails! + And, when it's let out of the bag, it rails + With so knotty a tongue that the culprit quails! + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +THE FRIENDLY HEN + + Some birds lay eggs in towering trees, + And some in fens conceal them; + The hen seeks friendlier haunts than these, + Where every child can steal them. + + +THE LEARNED PIG + + The farm's philosophy, our eyes assure us, + Is simpler than in Aristotle's day: + The youngest pigling follows Epicurus, + And Bacon's Essays take the primrose way. + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +THE BEAUTIFUL SWAN + + All day she rules the pond from edge to edge, + Exerting Beauty's easy privilege; + Her world a mirror spread in each direction, + Where she reflects upon her own reflection. + + +THE VERY TAME LAMB + + All men, said the poet, are struck at a mint, + And some coins ring flat that the coiners embellish: + But the lamb is so tame he will pardon the hint-- + He'd be best with a little mint-sauce for a relish! + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +THE TOILSOME GOAT + + "You're a lively kid!" is the schoolboy jest: + But the kid is driven to work one day, + And the hours of harness know little rest + For the stiff goat-carriage round the bay. + + +THE LUCKY DUCK + + There was a Drake, my Duck, at Plymouth Hoe + Played bowls, with Spain's Armada clear of Dover! + A gamesome spirit! But to him we owe + The peace your farm and all our homesteads know: + For, ere the Spaniard reached our wickets, lo! + Drake bowled him over! + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +COCK O' THE NORTH + + Cock o' the North! The dawn is young, + Grey-glimmering the pane; + Yet you, with your discordant tongue, + Have woken me again! + Good beasts are silent in their pens. + Hush! Leave the boasting to the hens! + + +THE SIMPLE SHEEP + + The sheep's like the man in the street. + She will follow, and blunder, and bleat, + In pursuit of her fate + At the slaughter-house gate, + And she learns it too late to retreat. + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration] + + +THE SERVILE COW + + When the cow's in the farmyard, her sense + Of servility's simply immense; + But you meet her again + In the highway or lane, + And she tosses you over the fence. + + +THE GROWING COLT + + Rough, shaggy colt: the world is all before you: + Blithe be your life, secure of oats and hay; + A little crowd of people to adore you, + And some green resting-place at shut of day! + + +[Illustration] + + + The sun is low behind the grey-green trees. + And all the farm grows quiet by degrees. + Among their many lessons this is best: + The animals know when and how to rest! + + A. W. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39714.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39714.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a3783b073435c76e7cdf9ae097e68ca08da9a0d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39714.txt @@ -0,0 +1,238 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Gerard Arthus, Tom Cosmas and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + [Illustration: Sears] + + =owners manual= + + D.C. POWERED TIMING LIGHT + MODEL 161.2158 + + FOR 12 VOLT IGNITION SYSTEMS + + + +--------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | To achieve efficient and economical engine operation, the ignition | + | system must be timed in accordance with the manufacturer's | + | specifications. Since ignition timing is also affected by the | + | dwell angle, it is necessary to use a dwell meter to set the dwell | + | angle to the manufacturer's specification before using the timing | + | light to time the engine. | + | | + | | + | The information in this manual will serve as a general guide for | + | engine timing. | + | | + | CONSULT THE OWNER'S MANUAL OF THE VEHICLE BEING TESTED | + | FOR SPECIFIC INFORMATION ON DWELL ANGLE AND ENGINE TIMING. | + +--------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + ---------------------------------------------------------------------- + =SEARS, ROEBUCK AND CO. U.S.A.= + CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 60684 + ---------------------------------------------------------------------- + PRINTED IN U.S.A. 2-1329 + + + + +=RULES FOR SAFE OPERATION= + + + 1. Set the parking brake and place the gear selector lever in Park + position on automatic transmissions or in Neutral on manual + transmissions. + + 2. Operate the vehicle in a well ventilated area to avoid danger of + carbon monoxide poisoning. + + 3. Be careful when testing an operating engine--stay away from the + fan blades, drive belts, high voltage spark plug wires and hot + exhaust manifold. + + 4. Be careful when working near the battery. Do not short the Positive + terminal to ground. + + +DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE LENS OF +THE TIMING LIGHT WHEN IT IS OPERATING. + + +=PRELIMINARY= + + + 1. Consult the vehicle's service manual for instructions regarding + vacuum connections and specific timing procedures. + + 2. With the engine stopped, clean the dirt from the timing marks. + + 3. Set the engine idle speed to the vehicle's specification with a + tachometer. + + 4. Check the distributor dwell angle and adjust to the manufacturer's + specifications, if necessary, before timing the engine. + + +=HOW TO CONNECT= + + + 1. With the engine off, connect the BLACK clip to the battery + NEGATIVE (-) terminal. + + 2. Connect the RED clip to the battery POSITIVE (+) terminal. + + 3. Consult the vehicle's service manual for the location of the spark + plug in number 1 cylinder. Disconnect spark plug wire and attach + adapter to the spark plug. Connect the spark plug wire to the + adapter. Fasten GREEN clip to the adapter. + + 4. Optional hookup: The adapter may be placed in the distributor + tower for the number 1 cylinder. Attach the GREEN clip to the + adapter and connect the spark plug wire to the adapter. + + + [Illustration: + Consult the vehicle's service ENGINE BLOCK + manual for the location of + No. 1 spark plug. NO. 1 CYLINDER + / + /---Adapter--=/= + / / + Sears GREEN / / + Timing ---------/ / #1 Spark Plug Wire + Light : / + / \ : or / + | | : / + | | : | + | | : | | | | | Other + | | : | | | | | Spark Plug + | | ADAPTER-=| | | | | Wires + | | /---------\ + / \ | | + RED BLACK #1 Cylinder + (+) (-) Distributor Tower + +============+ + | Auto | + | Battery | + | | + +============+] + + + + + +=ENGINE TIMING= + + + 1. Start the engine and allow it to warm up. + + 2. After the engine is warm, operate it at idling speed or the RPM + specified in the vehicle manual. + + 3. Aim the timing light at the timing marks, press the switch to + operate the timing light and observe the timing mark. The position + of the timing mark must agree with the manufacturer's + specification. If it does not, reset the timing as follows: + + 4. Stop the engine. Loosen distributor hold-down device (consult + service manual for specific method). Distributor should be just + loose enough to permit rotating the distributor body by hand. + + 5. Restart the engine. Slowly turn the distributor in the correct + direction in order to line up the timing marks. + + 6. When the specified timing marks are in line, stop the engine and + securely tighten the distributor hold-down device. + + 7. Restart the engine and recheck the timing. + + 8. Stop the engine, disconnect the timing light, remove the adapter + from No. 1 spark plug or distributor tower and replace the spark + plug wire securely. + + + + +Transcriber's Notes + +The diagram showing how to hook up the Timing Light was reproduced. +Although not officially a part of the original publication, the sales +receipt was included and as the date and price information may be of +interest, it was converted into an electronic version: + + + +-------+ + | Sears | SHIPPER COPY + +-------+ SEARS, ROEBUCK AND CO. + +------+------+----+------+------+----+----+--------------+-----------+ + |S.R.C.|C.L.C.|S.C.|E.A.A.|M.C.A.|CASH|DIV.|SALES| DATE | 8340512 | + | | | | | | X | 28 | 2568| 9/18/76| | + +------+------+----+------+------+----+----+-----+--------+-----------+ + |ACCOUNT | SELLING STORE NO. | + |NUMBER +--------------------+ + +------------------------------------------------+ | + |NAME +--------------------+ + |(PRINT) [Name Withheld] |No. Or Name Of Store| + +------------------------------------------------+ Carrying Account | + | +--------------------+ + |ADDRESS | | + +------------------------------------------------+--------------------+ + | | APPROVAL | + |CITY Emp # 03970 | | + +------------------------------------------------+--------------------+ + This purchase is made under my Sears Charge Security Agreement or my + Sears Revolving Charge Account and Security Agreement for the credit + sales price consisting of the cash price plus the finance charge. + This order is subject to the approval of the Credit Sales Department + of Sears, Roebuck and Co. + + Purchased By: [Name Withheld] + ====================================================+================== + DESCRIPTION | CASH PRICE + ----------------------------------------------------+------------------ + | + | + | + 2568 EMP | CA + 28 DIV | + 2158 MDSE | 16.99+* + | 16.99+S + 10.000%DISC | 1.70- + | 15.29+S + 8.000%TAX | 1.22+ + | 16.51+S + 6241153244028 | 16.51+T + 9 18 76 | + | + | + | + | + [] FLOOR | [] DOCK | [] WHSE. | [] __________ Thank You for shopping + at Sears + + PLEASE RETAIN THIS COPY FOR COMPARISON WITH YOUR MONTHLY STATEMENT, + OR IN CASE OF RETURN, OR EXCHANGE. + 16045 Rev. 6-72 (S.C.) PRINTED IN U.S.A. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39797.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39797.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c73a2e75477fee33e9628a22cf8ab58c811d1cfd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39797.txt @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + A PRELUDE + + + Francis Sherman + + + + _Privately Printed_ + _at Christmas_ + _1897_ + + + + + A Prelude + + + Watching the tremulous flicker of the green + Against the open quiet of the sky, + I hear my ancient way-fellows convene + + In the great wood behind me. Where I lie + They may not see me; for the grasses grow + As though no foot save June's had wandered by; + + Yet I, who am well-hidden, surely know, + As I have waited them, they yearn for me + To lead them whither they are fain to go. + + Weary as I, are they, O Time, of thee! + Yea, we, who once were glad only of Spring, + Gather about thy wall and would be free! + + With wounded feet we cease from wandering, + And with vain hands beat idly at thy gate; + And thou,--thou hast no thought of opening, + And from thy peace are we still separate. + + + Yet, comrades, though ye come together there, + And search across the shadows for my face, + Until the pines murmur of your despair, + + I think I shall not tell my hiding-place, + For ye know not the path ye would pursue, + And it is late our footsteps to retrace. + + Too weak am I, and now not one of you-- + So weary are ye of each ancient way-- + Retaineth strength enough to seek a new; + + And ye are blind--knowing not night from day; + Crying at noontime, "Let us see the sun!" + And with the even, "O for rest, we pray!" + + O Blind and fearful! Shall I, who have won + At last this little portion of content, + Yield all to be with you again undone? + + Because ye languish in your prisonment + Must I now hearken to your bitter cry? + Must I forego, as ye long since forewent, + + My vision of the far-off open sky? + Nay! Earth hath much ungiven she yet may give; + And though to-day your laboring souls would die, + From earth my soul gaineth the strength to live. + + + O covering grasses! O Unchanging trees! + Is it not good to feel the odorous wind + Come down upon you with such harmonies + + Only the giant hills can ever find? + O little leaves, are ye not glad to be? + Is not the sunlight fair, the shadow kind, + + That falls at noon-time over you and me? + O gleam of birches lost among the firs, + Let your high treble chime in silverly + + Across the half-imagined wind that stirs + A muffled organ-music from the pines! + Earth knows to-day that not one note of hers + + Is minor. For, behold, the loud sun shines + Till the young maples are no longer gray, + And stronger grow their faint, uncertain lines + + Each violet takes a deeper blue to-day, + And purpler swell the cones hung overhead, + Until the sound of their far feet who + + About the wood, fades from me; and, instead, + I hear a robin singing--not as one + That calls unto his mate, uncomforted-- + But as one sings a welcome to the sun. + + + Not among men, or near men-fashioned things, + In the old years found I this present ease, + Though I have known the fellowship of kings + + And tarried long in splendid palaces. + The worship of vast peoples has been mine, + The homage of uncounted pageantries. + + Sea-offerings, and fruits of field and vine + Have humble folk been proud to bring to me; + And woven cloths of wonderful design + + Have lain untouched in far lands over-sea, + Till the rich traffickers beheld my sails. + Long caravans have toiled on wearily-- + + Harassed yet watchful of their costly bales-- + Across wide sandy places, glad to bear + Strange oils and perfumes strained in Indian vales, + + Great gleaming rubies torn from some queen's hair, + Yellow, long-hoarded coin and golded dust, + Deeming that I would find their offerings fair. + + --O fairness quick to fade! Ashes and rust + And food for moths! O half-remembered things + Once altar-set!--I think when one is thrust + + Far down in the under-world, where the worm clings + Close to the newly-dead, among the dead + Not one awakes to ask what gift she brings. + + The color of her eyes, her hair outspread + In the moist wind that stifles ere it blows, + Falls on unwatching eyes; and no man knows + The gracious odors that her garments shed. + + + And she, unwearied yet and not grown wise, + Follows a little while her devious way + Across the twilight; where no voice replies + + When her voice calls, bravely; and where to-day + Is even as yesterday and all days were. + Great houses loom up swiftly, out of the gray. + + Knocking at last, the gradual echoes stir + The hangings of unhaunted passages; + Until she surely knows only for her + + Has this House hoarded up its silences + Since the beginning of the early years, + And that this night her soul shall dwell at ease + + And grow forgetful of its ancient fears + In some long-kept, unviolated room. + And so the quiet city no more hears + Her footsteps, and the streets their dust resume. + + + But what have I to do with her and death + Who hold these living grasses in my hands,-- + With her who liveth not, yet sorroweth? + + (For it shall chance, however close the bands + Of sleep be drawn about her, nevertheless + She must remember alway the old lands + + She wandered in, and their old hollowness.) + --Awaiting here the strong word of the trees, + My soul leans over to the wind's caress, + + One with the flowers; far off, it hears the sea's + Rumor of large, unmeasured things, and yet + It has no yearning to remix with these. + + For the pines whisper, lest it may forget, + Of the near pool; and how the shadow lies + On it forever; and of its edges, set + + With maiden-hair; and how, in guardian-wise, + The alder trees bend over, until one + Forgets the color of the unseen skies + + And loses all remembrance of the sun. + No echo there of the sea's loss and pain; + Nor sound of little rivers, even, that run + + Where with the wind the hollow reeds complain; + Nor the soft stir of marsh-waters, when dawn + Comes in with quiet covering of rain: + + Only, all day, the shadow of peace upon + The pool's gray breast; and with the fall of even, + The noiseless gleam of scattered stars--withdrawn + From the unfathomed treasuries of heaven. + + + And as the sea has not the strength to win + Back to its love my soul, O Comrades, ye-- + In the wood lost, and seeking me therein-- + + Are not less impotent than all the sea! + My soul at last its ultimate house hath won, + And in that house shall sleep along with me. + + Yea, we shall slumber softly, out of the sun, + To day and night alike indifferent, + Aware and unaware if Time be done. + + Yet ere I go, ere yet your faith be spent, + For our old love I pass Earth's message on: + "In me, why shouldst thou not find thy content? + + "Are not my days surpassing fair, from dawn + To sunset, and my nights fulfilled with peace? + Shall not my strength remain when thou art gone + + "The way of all blown dust? Shall Beauty cease + Upon my face because thy face grows gray? + Behold, thine hours, even now, fade and decrease, + + "And thou hast got no wisdom; yet I say + This thing there is to learn ere thou must go: + _Have no sad thoughts of me upon the way_ + + "_Thou takest home coming; for thy soul shall know_ + _The old glad things and sorrowful its share_ + _Until at last Time's legions overthrow_ + _The House thy days have builded unaware._" + + + Now therefore am I joyful who have heard + Earth's message plain to-day, and so I cry + Aloud to you, O Comrades, her last word, + + That ye may be as wise and glad as I, + And the long grasses, and the broad green leaves + That beat against the far, unclouded sky: + + _Who worships me alway, who alway cleaves_ + _Close unto me till his last call rings clear_ + _Across the pathless wood,--his soul receives_ + _My peace continually and shall not fear._ + + + + + A PRELUDE WRITTEN BY FRANCIS + SHERMAN IS PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR + HIM AND FOR HERBERT COPELAND + AND F. H. DAY AND THEIR FRIENDS + CHRISTMAS M D CCC XCVII + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39798.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39798.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6544d0f7d8d11703940c83a40a9e6812112cbdcd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39798.txt @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + IN MEMORABILIA MORTIS + + + BY FRANCIS SHERMAN + + + [Illustration: Decoration] + + + M DCCC XCVI + + + + + "BUT YE--SHALL I BEHOLD YOU WHEN LEAVES FALL, + IN SOME SAD EVENING OP THE AUTUMN-TIDE?" + + + + + IN MEMORABILIA MORTIS + + + + + I + +I marked the slow withdrawal of the year, +Out on the hills the scarlet maples shone-- +The glad, first herald of triumphant dawn. +A robin's song fell through the silence--clear +As long ago it rang when June was here. +Then, suddenly, a few grey clouds were drawn +Across the sky; and all the song was gone, +And all the gold was quick to disappear, +That day the sun seemed loth to come again; +And all day long the low wind spoke of rain, +Far off, beyond the hills; and moaned, like one +Wounded, among the pines: as though the Earth, +Knowing some giant grief had come to birth, +Had wearied of the Summer and the Sun. + + + + + II + +I watched the slow oncoming of the Fall. +Slowly the leaves fell from the elms, and lay +Along the roadside; and the wind's strange way +Was their way, when they heard the wind's far call. +The crimson vines that clung along the wall +Grew thin as snow that lives on into May; +Grey dawn, grey noon,--all things and hours were grey, +When quietly the darkness covered all. +And while no sunset flamed across the west, +And no great moon rose where the hills were low, +The day passed out as if it had not been: +And so it seemed the year sank to its rest, +Remembering naught, desiring naught,--as though +Early in Spring its young leaves were not green. + + + + + III + +A little while before the Fall was done +A day came when the frail year paused and said: +"Behold! a little while and I am dead; +Wilt thou not choose, of all the old dreams, one?" +Then dwelt I in a garden, where the sun +Shone always, and the roses all were red; +Far off, the great sea slept, and overhead, +Among the robins, matins had begun. +And I knew not at all it was a dream +Only, and that the year was near its close; +Garden and sunshine, robin-song and rose, +The half-heard murmur and the distant gleam +Of all the unvext sea, a little space +Were as a mist above the Autumn's face. + + + + + IV + +And in this garden sloping to the sea +I dwelt (it seemed) to watch a pageant pass,-- +Great Kings, their armour strong with iron and brass, +Young Queens, with yellow hair bound wonderfully. +For love's sake, and because of love's decree, +Most went, I knew; and so the flowers and grass +Knew my steps also: yet I wept Alas, +Deeming the garden surely lost to me. +But as the days went over, and still our feet +Trod the warm, even places, I knew well +(For I, as they, followed the close-heard beat +Of Love's wide wings who was her sentinel) +That here had Beauty built her citadel +And only we should reach her mercy-seat. + + + + + V + +And ye, are ye not with me now alway?-- +Thy raiment, Glauce, shall be my attire! +East of the Sun I, too, seek my desire! +My kisses, also, quicken the well-wrought clay! +And thou, Alcestis, lest my little day +Be done, art glad to die! Upon my pyre, +O Brynhild, let thine ashes feed the fire! +And, O thou Wood Sun, pray for me, I pray! +Yea, ye are mine! Yet there remaineth one +Who maketh Summer-time of all the year, +Whose glory darkeneth the very sun. +For thee my sword was sharpened and my spear, +For thee my least poor deed was dreamed and done, +O Love, O Queen, O Golden Guenevere! + + + + + VI + +Then, suddenly, I was awake. Dead things +Were all about me and the year was dead. +Save where the birches grew, all leaves were shed +And nowhere fell the sound of song or wings. +The fields I deemed were graves of worshipped Kings +Had lost their bloom; no honey-bee now fed +Therein, and no white daisy bowed its head +To harken to the wind's love-murmurings. +Yet, by my dream, I know henceforth for me +This time of year shall hold some unknown grace +When the leaves fall, and shall be sanctified: +As April only comes for memory +Of him who kissed the veil from Beauty's face +That we might see, and passed at Easter-tide. + + + + + These six sonnets IN MEMORABILIA + MORTIS, written at Fredericton, New + Brunswick, on the third day of October, + MDCCCXCVI, by Francis Sherman, are privately + printed at the University Press, in Cambridge, + Massachusetts, early in December of the same + year. + +[Illustration: Decoration] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39869.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39869.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c762fcb40c9d8e0c315d92276337b50a3d7c7b34 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg39869.txt @@ -0,0 +1,471 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Charlene Taylor, Erica Pfister-Altschul, and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + _FARMING + with_ + DYNAMITE + + _A few hints + to_ + FARMERS + + [Illustration: DU PONT] + + ESTABLISHED 1802 + + + + +Farming With Dynamite + + + _SAVES_ + MONEY + TIME + LABOR + + _REMOVES_ + STUMPS + BOULDERS + HARD-PAN + + _ENSURES_ + NEW, RICH SOIL + INCREASED ACREAGE + EASY PLOWING + BIGGER YIELDS + +[Illustration: DU PONT] + +E. I. DU PONT DE NEMOURS POWDER CO. + + ESTABLISHED 1802 WILMINGTON, DEL. + + + COPYRIGHTED + 1910 + BY + E. I. DU PONT DE NEMOURS POWDER CO. + + WILMINGTON, DEL. + + + PRINTED BY + THE LORD BALTIMORE PRESS + BALTIMORE, MD. + + + + +WHAT IS DYNAMITE? + + +Some farmers have a wrong idea about dynamite. + +They know it is a powerful explosive, and believe it is dangerous to +handle. + +Dynamite _is_ very powerful, much more so than gunpowder, but is +actually safer to handle. + +After more than a hundred years' experience in making and using +explosives, we can truthfully state that by following simple directions +with ordinary care, anyone can use our "Red Cross" Dynamite without +harm. + +The purpose of this booklet is to tell you the wonderful value of the +use of "Red Cross" Dynamite on the farm. + +If it interests you, as it surely will, and if you are progressive and +ambitious, write for a copy of our "Handbook of Explosives for Farmers, +Planters and Ranchers," which will be sent free of charge and which +tells just how to use "Red Cross" Dynamite safely and easily, and make +it the greatest aid to profitable farming. + +We will be glad to correspond with you about any special requirements of +your farm, or give you any information you want. Write our nearest +office (see last page) and your letter will receive prompt, personal +attention. + + +Chief Uses of Dynamite on the Farm. + +As farmers all over the country begin to understand the value of "Red +Cross" Dynamite in their work, they are constantly reporting new uses +for this powerful assistant. + +The chief uses are mentioned below and are explained in detail further +on. Complete instructions are furnished in the "Handbook of Explosives +for Farmers, Planters and Ranchers." + + =Clearing Land of Stumps, Trees and Boulders,= + =Breaking up Hard-Pan, Shale, or Clay Subsoils,= + =Plowing,= + =Planting and Cultivating Orchards,= + =Digging Ditches, Post Holes, Wells and Reservoirs,= + =Road-Making and Grading,= + =Excavating Cellars and Foundation Trenches,= + =Regenerating Old, Worn-out Farms.= + + +Clearing Land of Stumps, Boulders and Trees. + +It is needless to tell you the advantages of clearing land. + +The stump covered site of a former piece of woods, is, as you know, new, +rich soil that needs no fertilizer. + +You also know that pulling stumps with a machine is the hardest kind of +work--liable to injure seriously your horses, and certain to require a +lot of work to get rid of the stump after pulling. + +Then too, it leaves the field full of holes, that must be filled; and +plowing the hard packed soil around old roots is no joke. + +If instead of pulling the stumps, you burn them out, the intense heat +required destroys the chief fertile elements of the soil all around the +fire. After all your hard work you will leave a burned field instead of +new, fertile soil. + +You can dynamite all those stumps for about one-third the cost of +pulling and chopping them up. + +The blast splits up the stump into firewood, removes all the dirt, +breaks all the main roots, and loosens the soil for yards around. + +You can blast fifty stumps in the time it would take to pull and chop up +one or two. + +One man can do all the work, if necessary. + +After the stumps are all blasted out, you will have a new, rich field, +and easy to cultivate, requiring no fertilizer to yield bumper crops. + +If you want to remove a whole tree, "Red Cross" Dynamite will lift it +bodily out of the ground, and it will usually fall with the wind. When +this is done, _there is no stump left to remove_. + +Boulders, which you are now obliged to plow around, can be broken up +into easily handled blocks by a single blast. + + +What it Costs to Blast Out Stumps. + +At the latest "Farming with Dynamite" demonstration, held under the +auspices of the Norfolk and Western Railroad, at Ivor, Va., on August +11, 1910, one and one-half acres, containing forty-six stumps were +cleared in one day, at an expense of $18.00, including labor, or an +average of 39 cents per stump. + +Records kept by the Long Island Railroad, covering operations on their +Experimental Farm, showed that, including the wages of the men who did +the work, the cost of blasting out stumps averaged about 16 cents per +stump. + +Records kept of the cost of this work in different sections of the +country show as follows: + + Locality and Kind of Stump. Average Average Cost + Diameter. Per Stump. + + =Southern=-- + Pine Stumps 29 inches $0.30 + + =Pennsylvania=-- + Apple, Ash and Chestnut 34-1/2 inches .56 + + =Michigan=-- + White Pine, Maple and Birch 32 inches .47 + + =Minnesota=-- + Birch, Ash, Spruce and Pine 20 inches .16 + + =Illinois=-- + Oak, Walnut and Gum 30 inches .53 + + =Western=-- + Fir, Pine and Cedar 50 inches 1.13 + Redwood 8 feet and over 2.00 and over + +Records kept by Prof. A. J. McGuire, Superintendent Experimental Farm of +the University of Minnesota, show even lower costs. + + +Breaking Up Hard-Pan, Shale or Clay Soils. + +This is probably the most important use of "Red Cross" Dynamite. + +It is possible, although difficult and expensive, to clear land of +stumps and boulders in other ways, but it is not possible to break up +hard-pan, or clay subsoils, without the use of "Red Cross" Dynamite. + +Land that has a waterproof subsoil is practically worthless, as it holds +the surface water in such quantities on level ground, that the roots of +trees and plants are rotted away; on hilly ground, it allows the surface +water to run off, thus preventing the storage of moisture, with the +result that vegetation dies quickly in hot weather. Such land can be +rendered fertile at once by blasting with "Red Cross" Dynamite. The +subsoil is completely broken up and the dry, dead top soil converted +into a rich loam for less than the amount of the taxes for a year or +two. + +The following extract from the Topeka, Kansas, "Mail and Breeze" proves +the wonderful results of this use of dynamite:-- + +"A few years ago M. T. Williams bought a quarter section of land near +Medicine Lodge in Barber County, and, conceiving the same idea that +Ex-Governor Crawford and others have, used dynamite in dealing with a +hard subsoil. The land was overgrown with sunflowers and cockleburs and +would have been considered dear at $10 per acre. It was underlaid with a +hard subsoil that was almost impervious to water. Mr. Williams' idea was +to loosen this subsoil with dynamite. He bored holes in the earth some 3 +feet deep and about 40 feet apart, and in each hole placed a part of a +stick of dynamite. The explosion of the dynamite loosened the hard +subsoil, and made a reservoir for the rains, which had formerly run off +the land nearly as fast as they fell. On this quarter there is now 100 +acres of, perhaps, as fine alfalfa as can be found in the state. Mr. +Williams has refused $15,000 for the quarter and gathers a net income +from his alfalfa of from $30 to $35 per acre every year. + +"Last season Mr. Williams proposed to the ladies of the Baptist church +that he would give them a load of hay, provided they would come out to +the place, shock the hay, load it on wagons and haul it to town. They +took him at his word and shocked and hauled to town two tons which sold +for $16. When the second crop was ready the ladies came again, and +'touched' Mr. Williams for a little more than two tons which sold as +well as the first load." + + +Plowing With Dynamite. + +Ordinarily plowing merely turns over the same old soil year after year, +and constant decrease in crops is only prevented by rotation or +expensive fertilizing. + +With "Red Cross" Dynamite you can break up the ground all over the field +to a depth of two or three feet, for less than the cost of adequate +fertilizing, and with better results. Fertilizing only improves the top +soil. Dynamiting renders available all the moisture and elements of +growth throughout the entire depth of the blast. + +In an article by J. H. Caldwell, of Spartanburg, S. C., in the +September, 1910, Technical World Magazine, he states that before the +ground was broken up with dynamite, he planted his corn with stalks 18 +inches apart in rows 4 feet apart and raised 90 bushels to the acre. +After the ground was blasted, it was able to nourish stalks 6 inches +apart in rows the same distance apart, and to produce over 250 bushels +to the acre. This means an increase of about _160 bushels to the acre_, +every year, for an original expense of $40 an acre for labor and +explosives. + +F. G. Moughon, of Walton County, Georgia, reports that he has been +raising crops of watermelons, weighing from 50 to 60 pounds each, on +land blasted by exploding charges of about 3 ounces of dynamite in holes +2-1/2 to 3 feet deep, spaced 8 to 10 feet apart. + + +Planting and Cultivating Orchards. + +In the orchard "Red Cross" Dynamite not only saves much labor and time +in planting the trees, but ensures the best growth and large yields. + +A man will spend an hour digging a tree hole that dynamite will excavate +in an instant. The spaded hole will be hard all the way down, making it +difficult for the transplanted roots to take hold. This is one of the +chief reasons why transplanted trees so often die. + +"Red Cross" Dynamite not only excavates the required hole, but also +loosens the ground for yards around, killing all grubs, and forming a +spongy reservoir for moisture. That is why trees planted in dynamited +holes live and thrive. + +A whole row of tree holes can be excavated in one instant when charged +with "Red Cross" Dynamite. + +Old trees are benefited by exploding small charges under them, or +between the rows. This keeps the ground loose, and free from grubs. + +A well known fruit grower reports that he planted peach trees some years +ago to determine whether anything was to be gained by using dynamite. +A number of trees were planted in holes by detonating a charge of +explosives to make the holes, and others were planted in holes of the +regulation size, dug by hand. Three years later the trees planted in the +blasted holes were strong and healthy, each producing between five and +six bushels of very fine peaches. The other trees planted on the same +ground without blasting, bore no peaches, both fruit and leaves having +shriveled up and dropped off during the dry season. + + +Digging Ditches, Post Holes, Wells and Reservoirs. + +Excavating of any kind is slow, hard work when done with pick and +shovel, especially in mixed ground containing large stones, roots, +streaks of gravel or shale. + +Several rods of ditch can be excavated in an instant with dynamite, +varying the size of each charge according to the nature of the ground at +that point. + +Most of the dirt is thrown out by the blast and the remainder is broken +up ready for the shovel. + +A Missourian advises us of a ditch he has just blasted through a swamp +for $100, which he says would have cost him $500 if dug in the usual +way. + +On August 11, 1910, at the demonstration at Ivor, Va., above referred +to, a ditch 85 feet in length, 3 feet deep and 4-1/2 feet wide at the +top, was blasted with dynamite, at a cost not exceeding 10 cents per +yard, or about $2.75 for the entire work. + +"Red Cross" Dynamite is especially useful in excavating wells and +reservoirs, as it opens up all the springs in nearby ground. + + +Road-Making and Grading. + +"Red Cross" Dynamite is a big saver of time and labor in making new +roads, or leveling grades on old roads. Rock, shale, clay, gravel or +sand, can all be broken up with ease, simply by varying the charge +according to the nature of the ground and the depth of excavation +desired. + + +Excavating Cellars and Foundation Trenches. + +This work can be done with "Red Cross" Dynamite in one-tenth the time +required for hand and team shoveling, and the cost of the dynamite is +but a fraction of the value of the labor saved. + + +Regenerating Old, Worn-Out Farms. + +All over the Eastern and Southern sections of the United States are +farms and plantations, once rich, fertile and profitable, but now either +abandoned, or so unproductive as to be almost worthless. + +The chief trouble with these farms is that the top soil is worked out. + +"Red Cross" Dynamite can be used with complete success to turn up an +entirely fresh, fertile soil, and convert a $10 an acre "worked-out +farm" into land worth $50 to $100 an acre. + +The cost in dynamite for this conversion would be about $10 to $15 an +acre according to the nature of the soil. + +This matter is worthy of as much consideration on the part of farmers, +and all others concerned with national resources, as the reclamation of +desert areas in the West. + +Surely it is as important to restore the productiveness of established +farms in the East, as it is to open up new, fertile fields in the West +and Southwest. + +If any portion of your farm is not productive, it is probable that "Red +Cross" Dynamite can make it productive. + +The leading railroads of the country are taking the greatest interest in +the increasing use of dynamite on the farm, because they know by actual +results that it means more and better crops, bigger shipments and +greater prosperity all along their lines. + +Mr. H. B. Fullerton, Director Agricultural Development of the Long +Island Railroad, is one of the pioneers in this movement, and in an +article entitled "Reclaiming Waste Land on Long Island," his wife, Edith +Loring Fullerton, graphically describes the use of dynamite in the +preparation of waste land for cultivation. + + +How Can We Help You? + +For more than a hundred years we have been making and selling +explosives. We maintain a highly skilled corps of chemists, explosive +specialists, and field representatives, whose sole duties are to study +conditions and devise means for handling them. + +If there is any soil condition on your farm that we have not mentioned, +and which you think might be remedied or improved by dynamite, please +write us all about it. There will be no charge for the information we +will send you; in fact, we will be much obliged to you for giving us the +opportunity to study any peculiar condition. + +Bear in mind that the age, reputation and high standing of this Company +are ample assurance that any statements made by us are conservative, and +based on long and varied experience. + +In any case we want you to write for our "Handbook of Explosives for +Farmers, Planters and Ranchers," which we send out only on request, as +it is too valuable to send to anyone not interested enough to ask for +it. Asking for it puts you under no obligation to us except to read it. + +We believe that when you have read it you will understand how simple, +safe and economical the use of "Red Cross" Dynamite is, and that you +will find many ways to save and make money with its aid. + + E. I. DU PONT DE NEMOURS POWDER CO. + WILMINGTON, DELAWARE + November, 1910 + + + + +E. I. 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B. + +With Illustrations by + +B. B. + +Authors of "The Bad Child's Book of Beasts" +"More Beasts for Worse Children" +"The Modern Traveller" etc. + + + + + + + +London +Edward Arnold +37 Bedford Street +1899 + + + + _DEDICATION._ + + TO THE GENTLEMAN + ON PAGE 49. + + + +A + + stands for + + [Illustration] + + Archibald who told no lies, + And got this lovely volume for a prize. + + [Illustration] + + The Upper School had combed and oiled their hair, + And all the Parents of the Boys were there. + In words that ring like thunder through the Hall, + Draw tears from some and loud applause from all,-- + The Pedagogue, with Pardonable Joy, + Bestows the Gift upon the Radiant Boy:-- + + [Illustration] + + "Accept the Noblest Work produced as yet" + (Says he) "upon the English Alphabet; + "Next term I shall examine you, to find + "If you have read it thoroughly. So mind!" + And while the Boys and Parents cheered so loud, + That out of doors + + [Illustration] + + a large and anxious crowd + Had gathered and was blocking up the street, + The admirable child resumed his seat. + + + MORAL. + + Learn from this justly irritating Youth, + To brush your Hair and Teeth and tell the Truth. + + + +B stands for Bear. + + [Illustration] + + When Bears are seen + Approaching in the distance, + Make up your mind at once between + Retreat and Armed Resistance. + + [Illustration] + + A Gentleman remained to fight-- + With what result for him? + The Bear, with ill-concealed delight, + Devoured him, Limb by Limb. + + [Illustration] + + Another Person turned and ran; + He ran extremely hard: + The Bear was faster than the Man, + And beat him by a yard. + + + MORAL. + + Decisive action in the hour of need + Denotes the Hero, but does not succeed. + + + +C stands for Cobra; when the Cobra + + [Illustration] + + bites + An Indian Judge, the Judge spends restless nights. + + + MORAL. + + This creature, though disgusting and appalling, + Conveys no kind of Moral worth recalling. + + + +D + + The Dreadful + + [Illustration] + + Dinotherium he + Will have to do his best for D. + The early world observed with awe + His back, indented like a saw. + His look was gay, his voice was strong; + His tail was neither short nor long; + His trunk, or elongated nose, + Was not so large as some suppose; + His teeth, as all the world allows, + Were graminivorous, like a cow's. + He therefore should have wished to pass + Long peaceful nights upon the Grass, + But being mad the brute preferred + To roost in branches, like a bird.[A] + A creature heavier than a whale, + You see at once, could hardly fail + To suffer badly when he slid + And tumbled + + [Illustration] + + (as he always did). + His fossil, therefore, comes to light + All broken up: and serve him right. + + + MORAL. + + If you were born to walk the ground, + Remain there; do not fool around. + + + [A] + We have good reason to suppose + He did so, from his claw-like toes. + + + +E + + stands for + + [Illustration] + + Egg. + + + MORAL. + + The Moral of this verse + Is applicable to the Young. Be terse. + + + +F + + for a + + [Illustration] + + Family taking a walk + In Arcadia Terrace, no doubt: + The parents indulge in intelligent talk, + While the children they gambol about. + At a quarter-past six they return to their tea, + Of a kind that would hardly be tempting to me, + Though my appetite passes belief. + There is Jam, Ginger Beer, Buttered Toast, Marmalade, + With a Cold Leg of Mutton and Warm Lemonade, + And a large Pigeon Pie very skilfully made + To consist almost wholly of Beef. + + + MORAL. + + A Respectable Family taking the air + Is a subject on which I could dwell; + It contains all the morals that ever there were, + And it sets an example as well. + + + +G + + stands for Gnu, whose weapons of Defence + Are long, sharp, curling Horns, and Common-sense. + To these he adds a Name so short and strong, + + [Illustration] + + That even Hardy Boers pronounce it wrong. + How often on a bright Autumnal day + The Pious people of Pretoria say, + "Come, let us hunt the----" Then no more is heard + But Sounds of Strong Men struggling with a word. + Meanwhile, the distant Gnu with grateful eyes + Observes his opportunity, and flies. + + + MORAL. + + Child, if you have a rummy kind of name, + Remember to be thankful for the same. + + + +H was a + + [Illustration] + + Horseman who rode to the meet, + And talked of the Pads of the fox as his "feet"-- + An error which furnished subscribers with grounds + For refusing to make him a Master of Hounds. + He gave way thereupon to so fearful a rage, + That he sold up his Stable and went on the Stage, + And had all the success that a man could desire + In creating the Part of + + [Illustration] + + "The Old English Squire." + + + MORAL. + + In the Learned Professions, a person should know + The advantage of having two strings to his bow. + + + +I + the Poor Indian, justly called "The Poor," + + [Illustration] + + He has to eat his Dinner off the floor. + + + MORAL. + + The Moral these delightful lines afford + Is: "Living cheaply is its own reward." + + + +J + + stands for James, who thought it immaterial + To pay his taxes, Local or Imperial. + In vain the Mother wept, the Wife implored, + James only yawned as though a trifle bored. + + [Illustration] + + The Tax Collector called again, but he + Was met with Persiflage and Repartee. + When James was hauled before the learned Judge, + Who lectured him, he loudly whispered, "Fudge!" + The Judge was startled from his usual calm, + He + + [Illustration] + + struck the desk before him with his palm, + And roared in tones to make the boldest quail, + "_J stands for James_, IT ALSO STANDS FOR JAIL." + And therefore, on a dark and dreadful day, + Policemen came and took him all away. + + + MORAL. + + The fate of James is typical, and shows + How little mercy people can expect + Who will not pay their taxes; (saving those + To which they conscientiously object.) + + + +K + + for the Klondyke, a Country of Gold, + Where the winters are often excessively cold; + Where the lawn every morning is covered with rime, + And skating continues for years at a time. + Do you think that a Climate can conquer the grit + Of the Sons of the West? Not a bit! Not a bit! + When the weather looks nippy, the bold Pioneers + Put on two pairs of Stockings and cover their ears, + And roam through the drear Hyperborean dales + With a vast apparatus of Buckets and Pails; + + [Illustration] + + Or wander through wild Hyperborean glades + With Hoes, Hammers, Pickaxes, Matlocks and Spades. + There are some who give rise to exuberant mirth + By turning up nothing but bushels of earth, + While those who have little cause excellent fun + By attempting to pilfer from those who have none. + At times the reward they will get for their pains + Is to strike very tempting auriferous veins; + Or, a shaft being sunk for some miles in the ground, + Not infrequently nuggets of value are found. + They bring us the gold when their labours are ended, + And we--after thanking them prettily--spend it. + + + MORAL. + + Just you work for Humanity, never you mind + If Humanity seems to have left you behind. + + + +L + + was a Lady, Advancing in Age, + Who drove in her carriage and six, + With a Couple of Footmen a Coachman and Page, + Who were all of them regular bricks. + + [Illustration] + + If the Coach ran away, or was smashed by a Dray, + Or got into collisions and blocks, + The Page, with a courtesy rare for his years, + Would leap to the ground with inspiriting cheers, + While the Footman allayed her legitimate fears, + And the Coachman sat tight on his box. + At night as they met round an excellent meal, + They would take it in turn to observe: + "What a Lady indeed! . . . what a presence to Feel! . . ." + "What a Woman to worship and serve! . . ." + + [Illustration] + + But, perhaps, the most poignant of all their delights + Was to stand in a rapturous Dream + When she spoke to them kindly on Saturday Nights, + And said "They deserved her Esteem." + + + MORAL. + + Now observe the Reward of these dutiful lives: + At the end of their Loyal Career + They each had a Lodge at the end of the drives, + And she left them a Hundred a Year. + Remember from this to be properly vexed + When the newspaper editors say, + That "The type of society shown in the Text + "Is rapidly passing away." + + + +M + + was a Millionaire who sat at Table, + And ate like this-- + + [Illustration] + + as long as he was able; + At half-past twelve the waiters turned him out: + He lived impoverished and died of gout. + + + MORAL. + + Disgusting exhibition! Have a care + When, later on, you are a Millionaire, + To rise from table feeling you could still + Take something more, and not be really ill. + + + +N + + stands for Ned, Maria's younger brother, + + [Illustration] + + Who, walking one way, chose to gaze the other. + In Blandford Square--a crowded part of town-- + Two People on a tandem knocked him down; + Whereat + + [Illustration] + + a Motor Car, with warning shout, + Ran right on top and turned him inside out: + The damages that he obtained from these + Maintained him all his life in cultured ease. + + + MORAL. + + The law protects you. Go your gentle way: + The Other Man has always got to Pay. + + + +O + + stands for Oxford. Hail! salubrious seat + Of learning! Academical Retreat! + Home of my Middle Age! Malarial Spot + Which People call Medeeval (though it's not). + The marshes in the neighbourhood can vie + With Cambridge, but the town itself is dry, + And serves to make a kind of Fold or Pen + + [Illustration] + + Wherein to herd a lot of Learned Men. + Were I to write but half of what they know, + It would exhaust the space reserved for "O"; + And, as my book must not be over big, + I turn at once to "P," which stands for Pig. + + + MORAL. + + Be taught by this to speak with moderation + Of places where, with decent application, + One gets a good, sound, middle-class education. + + + +P + + stands for Pig, as I remarked before, + A second cousin to the Huge Wild Boar. + But Pigs are civilized, while Huge Wild Boars + + [Illustration] + + Live savagely, at random, out of doors, + And, in their coarse contempt for dainty foods, + Subsist on Truffles, which they find in woods. + Not so the cultivated Pig, who feels + The need of several courses at his meals, + But wrongly thinks it does not matter whether + He takes them one by one + + [Illustration] + + or all together. + Hence, Pigs devour, from lack of self-respect, + What Epicures would certainly reject. + + + MORAL. + + Learn from the Pig to take whatever Fate + Or Elder Persons heap upon your plate. + +Q + + for Quinine, which children take + + [Illustration] + + With Jam and little bits of cake. + + + MORAL. + + How idiotic! Can Quinine + Replace Cold Baths and Sound Hygiene? + + + +R + + the Reviewer, + + [Illustration] + + reviewing my book, + At which he had barely intended to look; + But the very first lines upon "A" were enough + To convince him the _Verses_ were excellent stuff. + So he wrote, without stopping, for several days + In terms of extreme, but well-merited Praise. + To quote but one Passage: "No Person" (says he), + "Will be really content without purchasing three, + "While a Parent will send for a dozen or more, + "And strew them about on the Nursery Floor. + "The Versification might call for some strictures + "Were it not for its singular wit; while the Pictures, + "Tho' the handling of line is a little defective, + "Make up amply in _verve_ what they lack in perspective." + + + MORAL. + + The habit of constantly telling the Truth + Will lend an additional lustre to Youth. + + + +S + + stands for Snail, who, though he be the least, + Is not an uninstructive Hornèd Beast. + + [Illustration] + + His eyes are on his Horns, and when you shout + Or tickle them, the Horns go in and out. + Had Providence seen proper to endow + The furious Unicorn or sober Cow + With such a gift the one would never now + Appear so commonplace on Coats of Arms. + And what a fortune for our failing farms + If circus managers, with wealth untold, + Would take the Cows for half their weight in gold! + + + MORAL. + + Learn from the Snail to take reproof with patience, + And not put out your Horns on all occasions. + + + +T + + [Illustration] + + for the Genial Tourist, who resides + In Peckham, where he writes Italian Guides. + + + MORAL. + + Learn from this information not to cavil + At slight mistakes in books on foreign travel. + + + +U + + for the Upas Tree, + + [Illustration] + + that casts a blight + On those that pull their sisters' hair, and fight. + + [Illustration] + + But oh! the Good! They wander undismayed, + And (as the Subtle Artist has portrayed) + Dispend the golden hours at play beneath its shade.[B] + + + MORAL. + + Dear Reader, if you chance to catch a sight + Of Upas Trees, betake yourself to flight. + + [B] + A friend of mine, a Botanist, believes + That Good can even browse upon its leaves. + I doubt it.... + + + +V for + + [Illustration] + + the unobtrusive Volunteer, + Who fills the Armies of the World with fear. + + + MORAL. + + Seek with the Volunteer to put aside + The empty Pomp of Military Pride. + + + +W + + My little victim, let me trouble you + To fix your active mind on W. + + [Illustration] + + The WATERBEETLE here shall teach + A sermon far beyond your reach: + He flabbergasts the Human Race + By gliding on the water's face + With ease, celerity, and grace; + _But if he ever stopped to think + Of how he did it, he would sink._ + + + MORAL. + + Don't ask Questions! + + + +X + + [Illustration] + + No reasonable little Child expects + A Grown-up Man to make a rhyme on X. + + + MORAL. + + These verses teach a clever child to find + Excuse for doing all that he's inclined. + + + +Y + + [Illustration] + + stands for Youth (it would have stood for Yak, + But that I wrote about him two years back). + Youth is the pleasant springtime of our days, + As Dante so mellifluously says + (Who always speaks of Youth with proper praise). + You have not got to Youth, but when you do + You'll find what He and I have said is true. + + + MORAL. + + Youth's excellence should teach the Modern Wit + First to be Young, and then to boast of it. + + + +Z + + [Illustration] + + for this Zébu, who (like all Zebús)[C] + Is held divine by scrupulous Hindoos. + + [C] + Von Kettner writes it "_Zé_bu"; Wurst "Ze_bu_": + I split the difference and use the two. + + + MORAL. + + Idolatry, as you are well aware, + Is highly reprehensible. But there, + We needn't bother,--when we get to Z + Our interest in the Alphabet is dead. + + + + + ILLUSTRATED HUMOROUS BOOKS + + _Published by Mr. EDWARD ARNOLD._ + + +REALLY AND TRULY! + +OR, THE CENTURY FOR BABES. + + Written by ERNEST AMES, and Illustrated by MRS. ERNEST AMES, + Authors of "An A B C for Baby Patriots." + Fully and brilliantly coloured. + Price 3s. 6d. + + +RUTHLESS RHYMES FOR HEARTLESS HOMES. + + The Verses by COLONEL D. STREAMER; + the Pictures by G---- H----. + Crown 4to. 3s. 6d. + + +TAILS WITH A TWIST. + + An Animal Picture-Book by E. T. REED, Author of "Pre-Historic + Peeps," &c. + With Verses by "A BELGIAN HARE." + Oblong demy 4to. 3s. 6d. + + +THE FRANK LOCKWOOD SKETCH-BOOK. + + Being a Selection of Sketches by the late SIR + FRANK LOCKWOOD, Q.C., M.P. + Third Edition. Oblong royal 4to. 10s. 6d. + + +MORE BEASTS (FOR WORSE CHILDREN). + + Verses by H. B. Pictures by B. B. + Demy 4to. 3s. 6d. + + +THE MODERN TRAVELLER. + + By H. B. and B. B. + Fcap. 4to. 3s. 6d. + + +A MORAL ALPHABET. + + By H. B. and B. B. + Fcap. 4to. 3s. 6d. + + +EDWARD ARNOLD, 37, BEDFORD STREET, LONDON. + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +Page 41, "o" changed to "to" (I to write) + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40152.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40152.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4974d1494572895283d8dc566385944e766ec8b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40152.txt @@ -0,0 +1,421 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + + +[Illustration: Cover] + + + +[Illustration: "O ma ole canoe, wat 's matter wit' you, an' w'y was you +be so slow?"] + + + + + [Illustration: Title page] + + + + Phil-o-rum's + Canoe + + and + + Madeleine + Vercheres + + + + Two Poems by + + William + Henry + Drummond + + Author of "The + Habitant," etc. + + + + Illustrated by + + Frederick + Simpson + Coburn + + + + + G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS + NEW YORK AND LONDON + The Knickerbocker Press + 1898 + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1898 + BY + G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS + Entered at Stationers' Hall, London + + + + The Knickerbocker Press, New York + + + +[Illustration: headpiece] + + + + + PHIL-O-RUM'S CANOE. + + + "O ma ole canoe, wat 's matter wit' you, + an' w'y was you be so slow? + Don't I work hard enough on de paddle, an' + still you don't seem to go-- + No win' at all on de fronte side, an' current + she don't be strong, + Den w'y are you lak' lazy feller, too sleepy for + move along? + + "I 'member de tam, w'en you jomp de sam' + as deer wit' de wolf behin', + An' brochet on de top de water, you scare + heem mos' off hees min': + But fish don't care for you now at all, only jus' + mebbe wink de eye, + For he know it 's easy git out de way, w'en + you was a-passin' by"---- + + I 'm spikin' dis way, jus' de oder day, w'en I 'm + out wit' de ole canoe + Crossin' de point w'ere I see, las' fall, wan very + beeg caribou, + Wen somebody say, "Phil-o-rum, mon vieux, + wat 's matter wit' you youse'f?" + An' who do you s'pose was talkin'? W'y de + poor ole canoe shese'f. + + O yass, I 'm scare w'en I 'm sittin' dere, an' + she 's callin' ma nam' dat way. + "Phil-o-rum Juneau, w'y you spik so moche, + you 're off on de head to-day: + Can't be you forget, ole feller, you an' me + we're not too young, + An' if I 'm lookin' so ole lak' you, I t'ink I + will close ma tongue. + + "You should feel ashame, for you 're alway + blame, w'en it is n't ma fault at all, + For I 'm tryin' to do bes' I can for you on + summer-tam, spring, an' fall. + How offen you drown on de reever, if I 'm + not lookin' out for you + W'en you 're takin' too moche on de w'isky, + some night comin' down de Soo. + + "De firse tam we go on de Wessoneau, no + feller can beat us den + For you 're purty strong man wit' de paddle, + but dat 's long ago, ma frien', + An' win' she can blow off de mountain, an' + tonder an' rain may come, + But camp see us bote on de evening--you + know dat was true, Phil-o-rum. + + "An' who 's your horse, too, but your ole + canoe, an' w'en you feel cole an' wet, + Who was your house w'en I 'm upside down, + an' onder de roof you get, + Wit' rain ronnin' down ma back, Bapteme! till + I 'm gettin' de rheumateez, + An' I never say not'ing at all moi-meme, but + let you do jus' you please? + + "You t'ink it was right, kip me out all night + on reever side down below, + An' even 'bon soir' you was never say, but + off on de camp you go, + Leffin' your poor ole canoe behin', lyin' dere + on de groun', + Watchin' de moon on de water, an' de bat + flyin' all aroun'? + + "Oh, dat's lonesome t'ing hear de grey owl + sing up on de beeg pine tree! + An' many long night she kip me awake till sun + on de Eas' I see, + An' den you come down on de morning for + start on some more voyage, + An' only t'ing decen' you do all day, is carry + me on portage. + + "Dat 's way, Phil-o-rum, rheumateez she + come, wit' pain ronnin' troo' ma side, + Wan leetle hole here, 'noder beeg wan dere, + dat not'ing can never hide, + Don't do any good feex me up agen, no matter + how moche you try, + For w'en we come ole an' our work she 's + done, bote man an' canoe mus' die." + + Wall, she talk dat way mebbe mos' de day till + we 're passin' some beaver dam, + An' wan de young beaver, he 's mak' hees tail + come down on de water Flam! + I never see de canoe so scare, she jomp nearly + two, t'ree feet, + I t'ink she was goin' for ronne away, an' she + shut up de mout' toute suite. + + It mak' me feel queer, de strange t'ing I hear, + an' I 'm glad she don't spik no more, + But soon as we fin' ourse'f arrive over dere on + de 'noder shore + I tak' dat canoe lak' de lady, an' carry her off + wit' me, + For I 'm sorry de way I 'm treat her, an' she + know more dan me, sapree! + + Yass, dat 's smart canoe, an' I know it 's true, + w'at she 's spikin' wit' me dat day, + I 'm not de young feller I use to be, w'en work + she was only play, + An' I know I was comin' closer on place w'ere + I mus' tak' care, + W'ere de mos' worse current 's de las' wan too, + de current of Dead Riviere. + + You can only steer, an' if rock be near, wit' + wave dashin' all aroun', + Better mak' leetle prayer, for on Dead Riviere, + some very smart man get drown; + But if you be locky an' watch youse'f, mebbe + reever won't seem so wide, + An' firse t'ing you know you 'll ronne ashore, + safe on de 'noder side. + + + +[Illustration: tailpiece] + + + +[Illustration: headpiece] + + + + + MADELEINE VERCHERES. + + + I've told you many a tale, my child, of the + old heroic days, + Of Indian wars and massacre, of villages ablaze + With savage torch, from Ville Marie to the + Mission of Trois Rivieres; + But never have I told you yet of Madeleine Vercheres. + + Summer had come with its blossoms, and gaily + the robin sang, + And deep in the forest arches, the axe of the + woodman rang; + Again in the waving meadows, the sun-browned + farmers met + And out on the green St. Lawrence, the fisherman + spread his net. + + And so through the pleasant season, till the + days of October came + When children wrought with their parents, and + even the old and lame + With tottering frames and footsteps, their + feeble labors lent + At the gathering of the harvest le bon Dieu + himself had sent. + + For news there was none of battle, from the + forts on the Richelieu + To the gates of the ancient city, where the flag + of King Louis flew; + All peaceful the skies hung over the seigneurie + of Vercheres, + Like the calm that so often cometh ere the + hurricane rends the air. + + And never a thought of danger had the Seigneur, + sailing away + To join the soldiers of Carignan, where down + at Quebec they lay, + But smiled on his little daughter, the maiden + Madeleine, + And a necklet of jewels promised her, when + home he should come again. + + And ever the days passed swiftly, and careless + the workmen grew, + For the months they seemed a hundred since + the last war-bugle blew. + Ah, little they dreamt on their pillows the + farmers of Vercheres, + That the wolves of the southern forest had + scented the harvest fair. + + Like ravens they quickly gather, like tigers + they watch their prey. + Poor people! with hearts so happy, they sang + as they toiled away! + Till the murderous eyeballs glistened, and the + tomahawk leaped out + And the banks of the green St. Lawrence + echoed the savage shout. + + + +[Illustration: Like tigers they watch their prey.] + + + + "O mother of Christ, have pity!" shrieked the + women in despair; + "This is no time for praying," cried the young + Madeleine Vercheres; + "Aux armes! aux armes! les Iroquois! quick + to your arms and guns, + Fight for your God and country, and the lives + of the innocent ones." + + And she sped like a deer of the mountain, when + beagles press close behind, + And the feet that would follow after must be + swift as the prairie wind. + Alas! for the men and women and little ones + that day, + For the road it was long and weary, and the + fort it was far away. + + But the fawn had outstripped the hunters, and + the palisades drew near, + And soon from the inner gateway the war-bugle + rang out clear, + Gallant and clear it sounded, with never a note + of despair-- + 'T was a soldier of France's challenge, from + the young Madeleine Vercheres! + + "And this is my little garrison, my brothers + Louis and Paul? + With soldiers two, and a cripple? may the + Virgin pray for us all! + But we 've powder and guns in plenty, and + we 'll fight to the latest breath, + And if need be, for God and country, die a + brave soldier's death. + + "Load all the carabines quickly, and whenever + you sight the foe + Fire from the upper turret and loopholes down below, + Keep up the fire, brave soldiers, though the + fight may be fierce and long, + And they 'll think our little garrison is more + than a hundred strong." + + So spake the maiden Madeleine, and she roused + the Norman blood + That seemed for a moment sleeping, and sent + it like a flood + Through every heart around her, and they + fought the red Iroquois + As fought in the old-time battles the soldiers + of Carignan. + + And they say the black clouds gathered, and a + tempest swept the sky, + And the roar of the thunder mingled with the + forest tiger's cry, + But still the garrison fought on, while the lightning's + jagged spear + Tore a hole in the night's dark curtain, and + showed them a foeman near. + + And the sun rose up in the morning, and the + color of blood was he, + Gazing down from the heavens on the little + company + "Behold, my friends," cried the maiden, + "'t is a warning lest we forget, + Though the night saw us do our duty, our + work is not finished yet." + + And six days followed each other, and feeble + her limbs became + Yet the maid never sought her pillow, and the + flash of the carabine's flame + Illumined the powder-smoked faces, aye, even + when hope seemed gone, + And she only smiled on her comrades, and told + them to fight, fight on. + + And she blew a blast on the bugle, and lo! + from the forest black. + Merrily, merrily ringing, an answer came + pealing back. + Oh, pleasant and sweet it sounded, borne on + the morning air, + For it heralded fifty soldiers, with gallant De + la Monniere. + + + +[Illustration: "Saluted the brave young captain."] + + + + And when he beheld the maiden, the soldier of + Carignan, + And looked on the little garrison that fought + the red Iroquois + And held their own in the battle, for six long + weary days, + He stood for a moment speechless, and marvelled + at woman's ways. + + Then he beckoned the men behind him, and + steadily they advance + And with carabines uplifted the veterans of + France + Saluted the brave young Captain so timidly + standing there, + And they fired a volley in honor of Madeleine + Vercheres. + + And this, my dear, is the story of the maiden + Madeleine. + God grant that we in Canada may never see + again + Such cruel wars and massacre, in waking or in + dream, + As our fathers and mothers saw, my child, in + the days of the old regime! + + + +[Illustration: tailpiece] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40153.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40153.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..66df069fdea42d99afb06c6aaf67895f2df5f18b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40153.txt @@ -0,0 +1,277 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + + +[Illustration: Cover] + + + + + THE FIRST + TRUE GENTLEMAN + + + _A Study in the Human + Nature of Our Lord_ + + + + _With a Foreword by_ + EDWARD EVERETT HALE, D.D. + + + + BOSTON + JOHN W. LUCE & COMPANY + 1907 + + + + + _Copyright_, 1907, _by_ + JOHN W. LUCE & COMPANY + _Boston, Mass., U.S.A._ + + + + _The Plimpton Press Norwood Mass._ + + + + + A FOREWORD + + +The dictionaries and the students of words have a great deal to +say,--perhaps more than is worth while,--of the origin of the word +Gentleman,--whether a gentleman in England and a _gentilhomme_ in France +mean the same thing, and so on. The really interesting thing is that in +a republic where a man's a man, the gentleman is not created by +dictionaries or by laws. You cannot make him by parchment. + +As matter of philology, the original gentleman was _gentilis_. That is, +he belonged to a _gens_ or clan or family, which was established in +Roman history. He was somebody. If he had been nobody he would have had +no name. Indeed, it is worth observing that this was the condition +found among the islanders of the South Sea. Exactly as on a great farm +the distinguished sheep, when they were sent to a cattle fair might have +specific names, while for the great flock nobody pretends to name the +individuals, so certain people, even in feudal times, were _gentilis_, +or belonged to a _gens_, while the great body of men were dignified by +no such privilege. + +The word gentleman, however, has bravely won for itself, as Christian +civilisation has gone on, a much nobler meaning. + +The reader of this little book will see that the poet Dekker, surrounded +by the gentlemen of Queen Elizabeth's Court, already comprehended the +larger sense of this great word. The writer of this essay, taking the +familiar language of the Established Church of England, follows out in +some of the great crises of the Saviour's life some of the noblest +illustrations of the poet's phrase. + +It is well worth remembering that the Received Version of the New +Testament, which belongs to Dekker's own generation, accepts his noble +use of language in one of the great central passages. In the very +little which we know of the early arrangements of apostleship, we are +given to understand that the Apostle James lived at Jerusalem, and that +in what he wrote he addressed the Christians of every race and habit in +all parts of that world of which Jerusalem is the centre. The Epistle +of James may be called the first encyclical addressed to all sorts and +conditions of men who accepted Jesus of Nazareth as the leader of their +lives. To this day its practical and straightforward simplicity +challenges the admiration of all those believers who know that the tree +is to be judged by its fruits,--that it is not enough to cry "Lord, +Lord,"--that it is not enough to say, "I believe in this" or "I believe +in that";--but rather that the follower of Christ must do what He says. +And how does this gentle apostle of apostles define in word the "wisdom +which is from above?" The wisdom from above is first pure, as the +Master had said, "Blessed are the pure in heart." Then the Wisdom from +above is peaceable, as the angels said when He was born. Then the +wisdom from above is gentle. The man who follows Christ is a gentle +man. The woman who follows Christ is a gentle woman. + +And if anyone eager for accuracy in the use of language choose to hunt +the Greek word which we find in St. James's Epistle through the +lexicons, he learns that the gentleman whom St. James knew is he who in +dealing with others "abates something from his absolute right." He is +so large and unselfish that he can grant more than he is compelled to +grant by rigorous justice. He is the man who can love his brothers +better than himself. These are phrases from the old dictionaries. + +"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for +his friends." + +EDWARD E. HALE. + + + + + The First True Gentleman + + +The Elizabethan poet Dekker said of our Lord that He was "the first true +gentleman that ever breathed." The passage is worth quotation:-- + + "Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace, + Of all the virtues nearest kin to Heaven. + It makes men look like gods, the best of men + That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer-- + A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, + The first true gentleman that ever breathed." + + +All through English literature the word "gentleman" has had two +meanings, and has been used to describe a man of certain qualities as +well as a man of a certain birth. A hundred and fifty years before +Dekker wrote it was declared that "truth, pity, freedom, and hardiness" +were the essential qualities of a gentleman. Our Lord in His human +nature personified these things. Every gentleman in Christendom derives +his ideal from Christ whatever may be his dogmatic creed. No virtue, +perhaps, was so characteristic of our Lord as His devotion to truth. He +declared before Pilate that it was the end for which He was born. He +condemned all those who hindered its diffusion and tried to make it the +monopoly of a caste. He tabooed all absurd asseverations, the +occasional use of which was but a confession of habitual lying. He +taught that lies were of the Devil, and that it was the Holy Spirit who +led men into all truth. He said that sincerity was the great light of +the Spirit, that all double-minded men were in the dark, and that their +fear of the light of day was their own sufficient condemnation. The +ideal gentleman all through the ages has conformed his conduct in the +matter of truth to the Christian standard. He has avoided mental +reservation, abhorred lying, and, though he has garnished his speech +with oaths, his yea has meant yea, and his nay, nay, and he has regarded +his word as his bond. + +Again, courage and pity were combined in the character of Christ as they +had never been combined before. Now the combination is common enough. +We have the seed and can grow the flower; but every man who excels in +both is in some sense a follower of Christ. The courage of our Lord, +though it included physical courage, was not of that calibre which is +more properly called animal,--animal courage implies a want of +imagination, and is probably incompatible with pity. Christ in the +garden of Gethsemane "tasted death for every man," and held out a hand +of sympathy to that vast majority who must for ever regard it with +strong dread. Yet by His precepts, by His life, and by His death He +taught men that fear can be mastered, though it is a form of suffering +seldom altogether spared to the highest type of man. + +Apart from their religious significance, the trial and crucifixion of +Christ form the scene in the world's history of which humanity has most +reason to be proud. Christ, in His human nature, was a Galilean +peasant. He excused to his face the Roman Governor who stooped to +threaten a prisoner in Whom he found no fault. Judge and prisoner +changed places. The distinctions of the world dissolved before the +distinctions of God. At Pilate's bar all gentlemen recognise their +hero, an example for ever of the powerlessness of circumstances to +humiliate. + +On the Cross not only did our Lord maintain that composure which +witnesses to the supreme power of the soul, but with still balanced +judgment He refused to impute sin to the Roman conscripts whose orders +were to crucify. He made a last effort to console the grief of His +mother and His friend, and set Himself to give hope and encouragement to +the suffering thief who believed he was receiving the due reward of his +deeds. A genius however great, a gentleman however perfect, could +imagine no story of courage more noble or more inspiring than the one +set down in the Gospels. + +A new pity came into the world with Christ. The lump is not yet +leavened; even the white race is not yet pitiful. All the same, the +emotion of pity is a power, and does, broadly speaking, distinguish +Christendom from the heathen world. It is part of the ideal of all +those who are conscious of having an ideal at all. Gusts of anger, both +national and individual, sweep it out of sight; it is paralysed by fear, +rendered blind by use and wont; again and again its scope is narrowed by +the reaction which follows upon affectations and exaggerations; but it +is never killed. It has been part of the moral equipment of a gentleman +since Christ "went about doing good," revealing to men the secret Nature +could not teach them--breaking, as it seemed to them, the uniformity of +her relentlessness--the secret of the divine compassion. + +The independence of mind and manner inculcated by our Lord still marks a +gentleman to-day. Did He not teach that a man's conduct must at all +times be ruled by his code and not regulated by his company? He must +maintain the same attitude towards life whether he find himself among +just or unjust, friends or enemies. He must not salute his brethren +only, nor be only kind to those that love him. He must remain an honest +man among thieves, ready to rebuke an offender to his face, but still a +gentleman, who does not "revile again" or suffer the passion of revenge +to destroy his judgment. This moral independence is the rock on which +character is built. The man whose actions depend upon his environment +has but a sandy foundation to his moral nature. Upon this strong rock +of moral independence rest also the best manners. Self-assertion and +self-distrust are singularly allied. It is the ill-assured who push in +their ardent desire to be like somebody else. It is dignity rather than +humility which is recommended to us in the parable of those who chose +the chief seats at feasts. It is a common thing to hear it said by +simple people in praise of some one they regard as pre-eminently a +gentleman that "he is always the same." No doubt the publicans and +sinners whose friendly advances Christ accepted without apparent +condescension said this of Him. He was so entirely Himself among them +that the vulgar-minded Pharisees whispered to one another that He must +be ignorant of the sort of company He was in, or surely He would make +plain the gulf fixed between Himself and them. By conventionality our +Lord seems never to have been bound. On the other hand, He did not +wantonly overthrow the conventions of His day. When a social custom +struck Him as injurious, He told those who gave in to it that it stood +in the way of better things, substituting custom for conscience. On the +other hand, He fell in with the usual ways of respectable people in a +great many particulars, praying in a village place of worship beside +Pharisees who stood up to bless themselves and publicans who dared not +so much as lift their eyes to heaven, taking part in a service which was +far enough removed from the sincere, spiritual, and wholly +unsuperstitious worship to which He looked forward as He talked beside +the well. + +Christ had a horror of tyranny in every form, and He seems to have +regarded it as a peculiarly heathen vice. "The kings of the Gentiles +exercise lordship over them," He said. Some bold translators emphasise +His meaning by saying "lord it" over them. Dekker was right. A true +gentleman is not harsh, implacable, or capricious. The breaking of +other men's wills gives him no pleasure. Christ's followers, He said, +must avoid all selfish wish for ascendency. A ruler, He said, should +regard himself as the servant of all. Where ruling is concerned the +counsels of Christ seem, like all His most characteristic utterances, to +be calculated rather to inspire aspiration in the minds of good men than +definitely to regulate their action, for in more than one of the +parables His words imply that an ambition to rule is a lawful ambition, +and that increased responsibility may be looked to as a reward. + +Theoretically the Christian attitude towards power has always been the +gentlemanlike attitude. Hall, the chronicler, writing in 1548, says in +the "Chronicles of Henry VI.": "In this matter Lord Clyfford was +accounted a tyrant, and no gentleman." + +It is commonly said to-day that Christianity has never been tried. Such +a judgment is superficial in the extreme. The moral teaching of Christ +has never been entirely carried out by any community nor perhaps by any +man, but to speak as though it had no great influence is sheer +affectation. The white people have wasted, it is true, their time and +their blood in quarrelling about dogma; but every Christian sect has +recognised in the divine character of the Nazarene Carpenter who +suffered upon the Cross the perfectibility of the human race, and in +their highest moments of aspiration and repentance peoples and rulers +alike have pleaded His merits before God. Nothing but this recognition +could have curbed the cruel pride of the ancient world, have undermined +the barriers of race and caste with a sense of human brotherhood, have +cast at least a suspicion upon the theory that might is right, and made +respect for women a necessary part of every good man's creed. Entirely +apart from what is usually called religion in England to-day, "truth, +pity, freedom, and hardiness" are the ideals of the race because +nineteen hundred years ago Christ was born in the stable of a Jewish +inn. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40311.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40311.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..62b489881e1bb4527c790587d666ea30593976d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40311.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1445 @@ + + + CHINA AND POTTERY MARKS + + + GILMAN COLLAMORE & CO. INC. + + + 15 EAST 56th STREET + NEW YORK + + + + +_Traditions and Old China_ + +_Copyright, 1920, Gilman Collamore & Company, Inc._ + + + + +_Traditions and Old China_ + + +From early days when the ancients showed their appreciation of fine +pottery and old glassware by burying "these most esteemed possessions" +with the dead, fine china has been synonymous with culture and breeding. +With our ancestors for generations we share the tradition that, just as +first editions give prestige to one's book shelves, old china or the +finest work of the modern kilns express readily that good taste and +discrimination that is characteristic of our old families. + +A wealth of association and historic data is to be acquired from the study +of the "fabrique marks" and periods of the master craftsmen. If in America +there was a general tendency toward acquiring, even a smattering, of this +knowledge, there would be less of these drawing-room atrocities which +Arthur Hayden in his "Chats on English Earthenware" points out, "To have a +modern set of vases adorning a Georgian cabinet is like putting new wine +in old bottles." + +For the convenience of the seasoned collector, as well as the beginner, +in this book is a representative list of better known marks by which china +can be identified. While it is not possible to include a complete list, +particularly those of extremely rare specimens, those compiled have +particular reference to the marks of English china which is greatly in +demand by collectors. These will suffice to enable the reader to identify +pieces whenever encountered. + +The signatures or mark which the master craftsmen in earth or clay signed +their products, just as a painter signs his work, were often specially +designed devices of various kinds, often a combination of initials and +dates. Each "fabrique mark" stands for a certain potter's art just as the +modern trade-mark. + +Beginning more than a half century ago in the old La Farge House in lower +Broadway (where John La Farge was born) the house of Gilman Collamore and +Company has done much to develop an appreciation of fine china in America. +It was one of the first houses to bring over from England and France +china, both modern and old, for its American clients. At this time many +fine specimens of old china are on view as well as complete stocks from +the modern English and Continental manufacture. + + GILMAN COLLAMORE & COMPANY, INC. + 15 EAST 56TH STREET + NEW YORK + + + + +Germany and Austria + + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +MEISSEN. Established in 1709. Mark used to 1712, in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +Mark used from 1712 to 1720, in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +About 1720, mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +1730, mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +1796. MARCOLINI (Director) PERIOD. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +Royal pieces only. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DRESDEN + +Present mark. This mark with two scratches across it shows imperfect +pieces which may or may not have been decorated in the factory. Hard +paste. + +[Illustration] + +VIENNA + +Established in 1718. This mark first used in 1744. Hard paste. + +Royal factory discontinued in 1864. + +[Illustration] + +BERLIN + +Established in 1751. Wegeleys' mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +BERLIN + +In 1763 became a royal establishment. Mark in blue. Sometimes an eagle +added. + +[Illustration] + +BERLIN + +Different kind of sceptre. In blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +BERLIN + +An extra mark used in 1830 with the sceptre, which is the present mark. +This mark complete is never used except with perfect pieces decorated in +the factory. Decorated pieces bearing the blue sceptre mark only are +decorated outside of the factory. + +[Illustration] + +HOCHST, near MAYENCE + +Founded in 1720. This mark, used about 1740, in gold, red, or blue. Hard +paste. + +[Illustration] + +HOCHST, near MAYENCE + +Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +1755 to 1761. First period. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +1799, second period. Carl Theodore. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +Phillipp Hanong (Director). Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +Joseph Adam Hanong (Director). Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +John Hanong (Director). Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANKENTHAL + +1800. Franz Bartolo (Director). Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +NYMPHENBURG + +Established in 1747. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +NYMPHENBURG + +Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +NYMPHENBURG + +An early mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FURSTENBURG + +Established in 1750. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FURSTENBURG + +1758. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LUDWIGSBURG or KRONENBURG + +Established in 1758 to 1806. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LUDWIGSBURG + +First period. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LUDWIGSBURG + +Second period. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LUDWIGSBURG + +Hard paste. Mark in blue. + +[Illustration] + +FULDA + +Established in 1763 to 1780. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FULDA + +Hard paste. The arms of Fulda. + +[Illustration] + +RUDOLSTADT + +Established in 1758. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +RAUENSTEIN + +Established in 1760. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LIMBACH + +Established about 1761. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LIMBACH + +Another mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LIMBACH + +Another mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +GROSBREITENBACH + +Established about 1770. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +GROSBREITENBACH + +Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +VOLKSTEDT + +Established 1762. C. V. sometimes added with the arms. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +VOLKSTEDT + +Another mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +VOLKSTEDT + +Another mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ANSPACH + +Established about 1718. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ANSPACH + +Generally accompanied by letter A. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ANSPACH + +Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ANSPACH + +Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +GOTHA + +Founded in 1780. Hard paste. Various marks. + +[Illustration] + +GERA + +Established about 1780. Marks in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ALT HALDENSTEBEN + +The factory of M. Nathusins. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +CHARLOTTENBURG + +Established in 1790. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +BADEN-BADEN + +Established in 1753 to 1788. The edge of the ax in gold. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +COLOGNE + +Factory of M. L. Cremer. Enameled Fayence. + +[Illustration] + +POPPLESDORF, near BONN + +Fayence and porcelain. + +[Illustration] + +STRASBOURG + +Established about 1752. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +NIDERVILLER + +Established in 1768. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ELBOGEN in BOHEMIA + +Established in 1815. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +SCHLAKENWALD + +Established about 1800. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +LEHAMMER or PIRKENHAMMER, near CARLSBAD + +Founded in 1802. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +HEREND + +Established 1839. + +[Illustration] + +HEREND + +Another mark. + + + + +Russia and Poland + + +[Illustration] + +KORZEC + +Established about 1803. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +Moscow + +Established in 1787. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ST. PETERSBURG + +Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ST. PETERSBURG + +Mark of Empress Catherine II. 1762 to 1796. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ST. PETERSBURG + +Monogram of Nicholas I. 1825 to 1855. + +[Illustration] + +ST. PETERSBURG + +Established 1744. Mark in blue. + + + + +Denmark + + +[Illustration] + +COPENHAGEN + +Established in 1772. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + + + + +Holland and Belgium + + +[Illustration] + +AMSTERDAM + +Established in 1782. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +AMSTERDAM + +Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +AMSTERDAM + +Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +TOURNEY + +Mark in gold represents a potter's kiln. Established in 1750. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +TOURNEY + +Mark in gold used after 1755. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +TOURNEY + +Used about 1755. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +HAGUE + +Factory established about 1775; ceased in 1785. Mark in gray. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +DELFT + +Joost Thooft and Labouchere. Present mark Fayence. + + + + +Switzerland + + +[Illustration] + +NYON + +Established in 1790. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +ZURICH + +Established about 1759. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + + + + +Italy and Spain + + +[Illustration] + +NOVE + +1752. Mark in blue or red. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +VENICE + +Mark in red. Majolica. + +[Illustration] + +VENICE + +Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +VENICE + +1720 to 1740. Soft paste. Mark in red. + +[Illustration] + +VENICE + +Soft paste. Mark in red. + +[Illustration] + +TURIN + +Vineuf. Established about 1770. Dr. Gioanetti (Director). Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +TURIN + +Vineuf. Another mark. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +DOCCIA + +Founded in 1735. Hard and soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +DOCCIA + +Hard and soft paste. Another mark. + +[Illustration] + +DOCCIA + +Hard and soft paste. Another mark. + +[Illustration] + +CAPO DI MONTE + +Founded in 1736. This mark used from 1759. Factory abandoned in 1821. Soft +paste. + +[Illustration] + +CAPO DI MONTE + +Mark used from 1759. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +CAPO DI MONTE + +Soft paste. Other marks. + +[Illustration] + +MILAN + +Mark in blue. Fayence. + +[Illustration] + +MADRID + +BUEN RETIRO. Monogram of Charles III. Established in 1759 to 1812. Soft +paste. + +[Illustration] + +MADRID + +Soft paste. Another mark. + +[Illustration] + +MADRID + +Mark in blue. First quality. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +MADRID + +Mark in blue. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +MADRID + +Mark in blue. Mark under crown is another form of the monogram of Charles +III., the founder. + +[Illustration] + +OPORTO + +Established about 1790. Hard paste. Mark in gold or colors. + + + + +England + + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established in 1769. This mark both stamped and printed. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +WEDGWOOD, present mark on decorated china. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established about 1756. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established about 1780. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Imitations of WEDGWOOD. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established in 1730. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established 1790. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established in 1793 by Mr. John Davenport. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established about 1770, by Josiah Spode. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Copeland successor of Spode in 1833. + +[Illustration] + +LIVERPOOL + +Established in 1750. + +[Illustration] + +LIVERPOOL + +Established in 1756. + +[Illustration] + +LIVERPOOL + +Established in 1790. + +[Illustration] + +LIVERPOOL + +This mark was used from 1822 to 1833. + +[Illustration] + +PLYMOUTH + +Established 1760. William Cookworthy. + +[Illustration] + +YARMOUTH + +Absolon, only a decorator. + +[Illustration] + +SWANSEA + +Established 1790. This mark used about 1815. + +[Illustration] + +SWANSEA + +Mark in red. + +[Illustration] + +WALES + +Established about 1813. Mark in red. + +[Illustration] + +LEEDS + +Hartley Greens & Co. Established about 1770. + +[Illustration] + +BRISTOL + +Established about 1770, by Richard Champion. + +[Illustration] + +BRISTOL + +[Illustration] + +BRISTOL + +Ceased in 1777. + +[Illustration] + +BOW + +Established about 1730. Ceased in 1775. + +[Illustration] + +BOW + +[Illustration] + +BOW + +[Illustration] + +CHELSEA + +The oldest mark. About 1747. + +[Illustration] + +CHELSEA + +Mark in red. + +[Illustration] + +CHELSEA + +First quality mark in gold. + +[Illustration] + +DERBY + +Established 1751. This mark used before 1769. + +[Illustration] + +DERBY-CHELSEA + +This mark in gold 1773. + +[Illustration] + +CROWN DERBY + +Mark in blue used about 1780. + +[Illustration] + +DERBY + +Mark used in 1830. Bloor (Director). + +[Illustration] + +DERBY + +Mark used in 1830. Bloor (Director). + +[Illustration] + +DERBY + +Mark used in 1860. + +[Illustration] + +ROYAL CROWN DERBY + +Present mark. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Established 1751. Oldest mark. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Mark imitation of Dresden. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Generally on Chinese patterns. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +About 1751. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Used 1783 to 1788. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Used 1807 to 1813. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Used 1857 to 1862. + +[Illustration] + +WORCESTER + +Present mark. + +[Illustration] + +CAUGHLEY. SHROPSHIRE + +Established about 1751. + +[Illustration] + +CAUGHLEY. SHROPSHIRE + +An early mark in blue. + +[Illustration] + +COALPORT + +Established between 1780 and 1790. + +[Illustration] + +COALPORT + +[Illustration] + +COALPORT + +Present mark. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Established in 1791 by Mr. Thomas Minton. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Present mark. + +[Illustration] + +LAMBETH and BURSLEM + +Doulton & Co. + +[Illustration] + +STAFFORDSHIRE + +Brown-Westhead, Moore & Co. + + + + +France + + +[Illustration] + +ST. CLOUD + +Established about 1695. Factory destroyed by fire in 1773; not rebuilt. +Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +ST. CLOUD + +This mark used from 1730 to 1762. Either in blue or graved in ware. The +letter T stands for Tron, the name of the director. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +CHANTILLY + +Established in 1735. Mark in blue or red. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +ARRAS + +Established in 1782. Mark in blue. Factory ceased in 1786. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +MENECY + +Established in 1735. This mark is usually impressed; sometimes traced in +blue. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +ETIOLLES, near CORBEIL + +Established in 1768. Monnier, manufacturer. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +BOURG LA REINE + +Established in 1773. Jacques & Jullien. Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +SCEAUX-PENTHIEVRE, near PARIS + +Established in 1750 by Jacques Capelle. These letters are engraved on the +soft clay. + +[Illustration] + +SCEAUX-PENTHIEVRE, near PARIS + +The latter mark in blue. This mark occurs more frequently on Fayence. + +[Illustration] + +CLINGNANCOURT + +Established in 1775 by Pierre Deruelle. Mark in blue. Soft and hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +CLINGNANCOURT + +Used on pieces of Chinese style. Mark in red. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +CLINGNANCOURT + +Mark of Monsieur Comte de Provence. + +[Illustration] + +ORLEANS + +Established in 1753 by M. Gerré. Hard and soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +ORLEANS + +This mark used from 1808 to 1871, in blue or gold. + +[Illustration] + +SARREGUEMINES + +Soft paste. + +[Illustration] + +SARREGUEMINES + +Soft paste and Fayence. + +[Illustration] + +VINCENNES + +Soft paste. Established in 1786. + +[Illustration] + +VINCENNES + +Soft paste. Another mark. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE FONTAINE AU ROY + +Established in 1773 by Jean Baptiste Locré. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. FAUBOURG ST. LAZARE + +Founded in 1773. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. FAUBOURG ST. ANTOINE + +Established in 1773. Morelle, manufacturer. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DE LA ROQUETTE + +Established in 1773. Souroux, manufacturer. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. GROS CAILLON + +Established in 1773 by Advenir Lamarre. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DE CLICHY + +Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +FRANCE + +A mark found on biscuit groups. Factory unknown. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE THIROUX + +Established in 1778. André Marie Lebeuf, manufacturer. Under the +protection of Marie Antoinette. Mark in red. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DE BONDY + +Established in 1780. Dihl and Guerhard, manufacturers. Under the patronage +of Duc d'Angoulême. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DE BONDY + +Another mark. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DU FAUBOURG ST. DENIS + +Established in 1769. Under the protection of Charles Philippe Comte +d'Artois, afterward Charles X. Factory discontinued in 1810. + +[Illustration] + +BELLEVILLE + +Established in 1790 by Jacob Petit. Mark in blue. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS. RUE DE BONDY + +Hard paste. Mark in blue. + +[Illustration] + +ROUEN + +Under the reign of Louis XV. Fayence. + +[Illustration] + +LILLE + +Established in 1784 by Leperre Durot. Mark in red. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS + +M. Nast, manufacturer. Mark in red. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +PARIS + +Halley, manufacturer. First Empire mark in gold. Hard paste. + +[Illustration] + +NANCY + +Emile Gallé, manufacturer. Fayence and glass. + + + + +Sevres + +Established at Vincennes in 1740. + +Removed from there to Sevres in 1756. + +King Louis XV. became sole proprietor in 1760. + +Soft paste was made until 1805. Since then only hard paste. + + +The Sevres Marks + +FIRST ROYAL EPOCH + +1745 to 1792 + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: VINCENNES. + +The letter A denotes the year 1753, continued to 1777. (Louis XV.)] + +[Illustration: SEVRES. + +Ornamented LL's. Date 1764.] + +[Illustration: SEVRES. Date 1778. (Louis XVI). + +Double letters continued to 1793.] + + +FIRST REPUBLICAN EPOCH + +1792 to 1804 + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: 1792 to 1799.] + +[Illustration: 1801 to 1804.] + + +FIRST IMPERIAL EPOCH. + +1804 TO 1814. + +[Illustration: NAPOLEON. 1804 to 1809.] + +[Illustration: NAPOLEON. 1809 to 1814.] + + +SECOND ROYAL EPOCH. + +1814 TO 1848. + +[Illustration: Louis XVIII 1814 to 1823.] + +[Illustration: Charles X. 1824 to 1829.] + +[Illustration: Charles X. 1829 and 1830.] + +[Illustration: Charles X. 1830.] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Louis Philippe. 1831 to 1834.] + +[Illustration: Louis Philippe. 1834-1835.] + +[Illustration: On services for the Palaces.] + +[Illustration: Louis Philippe. 1845-1848.] + +[Illustration: After 1848, this mark in green was used for white +porcelain.] + + +SECOND REPUBLICAN EPOCH + +1848 TO 1851. + +[Illustration: The S stands for Sèvres, and 51 for 1851.] + + +SECOND IMPERIAL EPOCH. + +1852 TO 1872. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Napoleon III. From 1852.] + +[Illustration: This mark used for white pieces; when scratched it denotes +issue undecorated.] + +[Illustration: The marks used at the present time.] + + +Unknown Marks + +[Illustration] + + +Chronological Table + +Used in the Manufactory of Sevres + + A (Vincennes) 1753 + B (ditto) 1754 + C (ditto) 1755 + D 1756 + E 1757 + F 1758 + G 1759 + H 1760 + I 1761 + J 1762 + K 1763 + L 1764 + M 1765 + N 1766 + O 1767 + P 1768 + Q [1]1769 + R 1770 + S 1771 + T 1772 + U 1773 + V 1774 + X 1775 + Y 1776 + Z 1777 + AA 1778 + BB 1779 + CC 1780 + DD 1781 + EE 1782 + FF 1783 + GG 1784 + HH 1785 + II 1786 + JJ 1787 + KK 1788 + LL 1789 + MM 1790 + NN 1791 + OO 1792 + PP 1793 + QQ 1794 + RR 1795 + + [1] This comet was sometimes substituted for the ordinary mark of the + letter Q. + + [Illustration] + + Year IX 1801 T9 + " X 1802 X + " XI 1803 11 + " XII 1804 [Illustration] + " XIII 1805 [Illustration] + " XIV 1806 [Illustration] + + + 1807 7 + 1808 8 + 1809 9 + 1810 10 + 1811 (onze) o.z. + 1812 (douze) d.z. + 1813 (treize) t.z. + 1814 (quatorze) q.z. + 1815 (quinze) q.n. + 1816 (seize) s.z. + 1817 (dix sept) d.s. + +From this date the year is expressed by the last two figures only.--thus, +18 for 1818, etc.,--up to the present time. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40415.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40415.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..58850bfc6d69e5d7beb08763af04083c1f4a60fb --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40415.txt @@ -0,0 +1,640 @@ + + + TOWER'S + + LITTLE + + PRIMER, + + FOR THE + + YOUNGEST CLASS IN PRIMARY SCHOOLS. + + [Illustration] + + BY ANNA E. TOWER. + + BOSTON: + BROWN, TAGGARD & CHASE. + 1857. + + + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by + +ANNA E. TOWER, + +In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of +Massachusetts. + +ELECTROTYPED AT THE +BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +Teachers will observe that only a FEW LETTERS _at a time_ are given to +the pupil, and with them _words_ formed of those _few letters_. Thus +the alphabet as presented to a child in detached portions, and each +successive portion practically used in _words_ before the next is +learned. + +This method is claimed as a peculiar feature of this book, except so +far as it is used in the "GRADUAL PRIMER." + +The alphabets at the beginning of the book are for those who prefer to +teach in the old way, and for all to learn the old order of +arrangement. + +No word is used in the book till it has first been given to the pupil +in a spelling lesson. + +This book will be an easy introduction to the "GRADUAL PRIMER," the +First Reader of Tower's Series; also to his "PICTORIAL PRIMER;" and, in +short, to _any_ Series of readers. + +It is especially designed for the LOWEST CLASS in the primary schools, +to encourage children by making their first step simple, easy, +attractive, and interesting. + +JANUARY, 1857. + + + + + +---+---+---+---+ + | a | b | c | d | + +---+---+---+---+ + | e | f | g | h | + +---+---+---+---+ + | i | j | k | l | + +---+---+---+---+ + | m | n | o | p | + +---+---+---+---+ + | q | r | s | t | + +---+---+---+---+ + | u | v | w | x | + +---+---+---+---+ +[Illustration]| y | z |[Illustration] + +---+---+ + + + + + + + + + +-----+-----+----+-----+ + | A a | B b | C c | D d | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ + | E e | F f | G g | H h | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ + | I i | J j | K k | L l | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ + | M m | N n | O o | P p | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ + | Q q | R r | S s | T t | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ + | U u | V v | W w | X x | + +-----+-----+-----+-----+ +[Illustration]| Y y | Z z |[Illustration] + +-----+-----+ + + + + + + + + + +---+---+---+---+ + | A | B | C | D | + +---+---+---+---+ + | E | F | G | H | + +---+---+---+---+ + | I | J | K | L | + +---+---+---+---+ + | M | N | O | P | + +---+---+---+---+ + | Q | R | S | T | + +---+---+---+---+ + | U | V | W | X | + +---+---+---+---+ +[Illustration]| Y | Z |[Illustration] + +---+---+ + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | e | | m | | w | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | m e, me | | w e, we | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | me | | we | + +----+ +----+ + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + | e | | b | | h | | y | + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | h e, he | | b e, be | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +---------+ + | y e, ye | + +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ +----+ + | he | | be | | ye | + +----+ +----+ +----+ + +Me, we, he, be, ye. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + | I | | y | | b | | m | + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | m y, my | | b y, by | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +---+ +----+ +----+ + | I | | my | | by | + +---+ +----+ +----+ + +I, by, my. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | l | | n | | o | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | n o, no | | l o, lo | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +---+ +----+ +----+ + | O | | no | | lo | + +---+ +----+ +----+ + +O, lo, no, I, by, my. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | o | | g | | s | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | g o, go | | s o, so | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | go | | so | + +----+ +----+ + +O no. Go so. I go so. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | o | | d | | t | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | d o, do | | t o, to | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | do | | to | + +----+ +----+ + +I do, we do; I do so. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | a | | m | | n | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | a m, am | | a n, an | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | am | | an | + +----+ +----+ + +Do we go? No; I am to go. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + | a | | s | | t | | x | + +---+ +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | a t, at | | a s, as | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +---------+ + | a x, ax | + +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ +----+ + | at | | as | | ax | + +----+ +----+ +----+ + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | i | | n | | s | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | i n, in | | i s, is | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | in | | is | + +----+ +----+ + +Am I in? No. He is in. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | i | | f | | t | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | i f, if | | i t, it | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | if | | it | + +----+ +----+ + +Is it he? It is he. It is in. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | o | | n | | f | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | o n, on | | o f, of | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | on | | of | + +----+ +----+ + +I am on it, he is in it. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | o | | r | | x | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | o r, or | | o x, ox | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | or | | ox | + +----+ +----+ + +It is an ox, he is my ox. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | u | | p | | s | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---------+ +---------+ + | u p, up | | u s, us | + +---------+ +---------+ + + +----+ +----+ + | up | | us | + +----+ +----+ + +Lo, it is up. He is up. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | c | | v | | z | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + + +---+ +---+ +---+ + | j | | k | | q | + +---+ +---+ +---+ + +Ye do go. We go so. + +We do go on. We do so. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----------+ +-----------+ + | b ee, bee | | s ee, see | + +-----------+ +-----------+ + + +-----------+ +-----------+ + | sh e, she | | th e, the | + +-----------+ +-----------+ + + +-----+ +-----+ +-----+ +-----+ + | bee | | see | | she | | the | + +-----+ +-----+ +-----+ +-----+ + +It is a bee. See the bee. + + + + + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | am | | an | + +-----+[Illustration] +----+ + | at | | ax | + +-----+ +-----+ + | if | | in | + +-----+ +-----+ + | is | | it | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | of | on | or | ox | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | up | us | by | my | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | go | no | lo | so | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | be | he | me | we | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | ye | to | do | as | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + | bee | see | the | she | + +-----+-------+-------+-----+ + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----+-----+-----+ + | her | run | can | + +-----+-----+-----+ + +I am on it. Ye go on. We go on. It is on. It is up. See me go on. She +is up. He is on. She is by me. I see it. See her go. I can see it run. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----+-----+-----+ + | cat | hen | egg | + +-----+-----+-----+ + +It is a hen. We can see the hen. A hen can eat. The hen can go. A hen +can see. She is up. See her go on. It is my hen. We can eat the egg of +a hen. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----+-----+-----+ + | boy | and | dog | + +-----+-----+-----+ + +The boy and his dog. It is my dog. See me and my dog. The dog is by me. +He can run, and so can I run. The dog can eat. I am to go, and my dog +is to go. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----+-----+-----+ + | man | bag | put | + +-----+-----+-----+ + +I see a man and a bag. He can put the bag in. The man can do it. I am +in. She is in. Put the bag in, so we can go on. Kate is in, and she is +to go. The man is to go. + + + + + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | bind | will | things | all | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | him | flat | great | sit | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | not | hold | small | yet | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | old | feed | kind | how | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | wet | tree | loves | close | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | but | skin | home | draw | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | may | this | with | like | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | get | load | once | full | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | for | glad | more | good | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | sky | fly | side | now | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + | put | way | who | get | + +------+------+--------+-------+ + + + + +[Illustration] + + +------+-----+------+ + | doll | new | here | + +------+-----+------+ + +Here is a doll. It is a new doll. The new doll is for Kate. Can the +doll see? No, but we can see the doll. Kate is glad to get the new +doll. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +------+-------+------+ + | look | mouth | poor | + +------+-------+------+ + +Look at the cat. She has a bird in her mouth. She will eat the bird. +Poor bird! it can not fly now. See the cat run. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +------+------+------+ + | rain | line | fish | + +------+------+------+ + +Here is a man in the rain. He is by the tree. He will be wet to the +skin. I see his line, but I do not see a fish yet. Look at him! How +close he is now to the old tree. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-------+------+-----+ + | skate | sled | ice | + +-------+------+-----+ + +Jane is on the ice. She can skate. Kate can not skate, but she may sit +on the sled. John can skate and draw her on the sled. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-------+-------+------+ + | horse | white | ride | + +-------+-------+------+ + +See Grace ride on her white horse. It is good for her to ride. The dog +is glad to run by her side. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +------+------+------+ + | boat | pond | sail | + +------+------+------+ + +See the boat sail on the pond. It is a flat boat. I see a man sit on +the side. The boat is full. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-----+-------+------+ + | rye | field | cart | + +-----+-------+------+ + +Here is Jane in a field; her dog is with her. The men load the cart +with rye. A man is on the cart. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +-------+------+------+ + | tries | does | calf | + +-------+------+------+ + +Look at the great boy; see him hold the calf. The small boy tries to +feed the calf, but the calf will not eat; he does not like this new +way. The calf is a great pet. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +--------+------+-------+ + | points | asks | gives | + +--------+------+-------+ + +Here is Kate once more. She points up to the sky, and asks if it is the +home of God, who is so good and kind to all, who loves us, and gives us +all things. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40462.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40462.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..989a40c95a448cba5df06ecdba84e283f96b3a83 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40462.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + +It was the Road to Jericho + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +It was the Road to Jericho + +By Annie Fellows Johnston + + Author of The + Little Colonel· + The Desert of + Waiting· + Etc. + + ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN R NEILL + + NEW YORK + BRITTON PUBLISHING COMPANY + + +[Illustration] + + Copyright + 1919 + by + Annie + Fellows + Johnston + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +It Was the Road to Jericho + + + It was the road to Jericho, + And brave indeed the man + Who went alone and waited not + To join the caravan. + + For robber hoards swooped down the cliffs + Like eagles on their prey, + And mercy was not known to them, + Theirs but to kill and slay. + +[Illustration] + + + Along the road to Jericho + A man went riding by, + He heard a groan of mortal pain, + He heard a piercing cry. + +[Illustration] + + + He got him down from off his beast, + He found the one who bled, + The thieves had bruised and beaten him + And left him well nigh dead. + + (The Levite and the priest had passed, + The calls to them were vain). + He bound his wounds. With oil and wine + He eased the grevious pain. + + Then to the inn he carried him + And paid the keeper's price, + As one who does a deed for love, + Nor counts it sacrifice. + + Lo, as he passed upon his way, + His robe it showed a stain-- + Two red marks on his white sleeve, where + The bleeding head had lain. + + One, made in pity when he stooped + To lift the wounded up, + The other, when in love he bent + To offer him the cup. + +[Illustration] + + Two red, red lines which made a cross, + And marked him as the man + Whose name is, till the end of time + "The good Samaritan." + + + + +Part II + +[Illustration] + + The World pressed toward its Jericho, + The goal of its desire-- + Its marts, its pleasures and its shrines + Its dreams of great empire. + + A hoard of gold it bore along + To barter and to buy. + But on the road, by thieves beset, + It, too, was left to die. + + The Son of God came down that way + To succour and to save, + To bind its wounds, to heal its sin + To lift it from the grave. + + Lo! He too, went upon His way + When He had paid the price. + Marked by the red red lines that make + The Cross of Sacrifice. + +[Illustration] + + Where all the woe of all the world + Upon His heart had lain + And all the sin of earth pressed sore + There gleamed that double stain. + + And now we cannot name His name + Who is the Lord of Heaven, + Without a thought of that symbol + By love and pity given. + + Now onward to our Jericho + We press with bated breath. + For evil grows the way, and dark. + On every hand stalks death. + + + + +Part III + +[Illustration] + + The robber hoards that strip and slay + Take more than gold, forsooth, + They kill our holiest of Hopes-- + They take all Love--all Youth! + + They smite the mother and the maid-- + The babe that cries unfed, + And little children, sore afraid + Sob in the night for bread. + +[Illustration] + + Oh, who shall staunch such world-wide woe-- + Such universe of pain? + And who has oil and wine enough? + And must they cry in vain? + +[Illustration] + + Nay! On the road to Jericho + There be a million now, + Who bear Christ's pity in their hearts, + His sign upon their brow. + + And millions more shall follow them + To bind and to restore. + Till all the highway is made safe + And war shall be no more. + + Now God give grace to all who hear + And may His love suffice + To blaze upon each heart each day + The Cross of Sacrifice. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: + +Obvious punctuation repaired. + +The original text spelled "grievous" as "grevious." This was retained so +as to not change the poem's meter. + +The original text had the contraction for "it is" (it's) in place of +every possessive "its." This was corrected. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40894.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40894.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6ea0624238e91e729b90a785aa48b92de4df6e2e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg40894.txt @@ -0,0 +1,154 @@ + + +_NEITHER DORKING NOR THE ABBEY_ + +_BY + +J. M. BARRIE_ + +[Illustration] + +_CHICAGO +BROWNE'S BOOKSTORE +1912_ + + + + +_NOTE_ + +_In England recently there died a great man--the greatest of his day. +Immediately there arose much vain contention as to whether or no his +dust should be given resting place among that of his peers in +Westminster Abbey. Finally came the decision that Westminster was not to +be so honored; and the urn containing all of him that had outlived the +fire was placed in the sunny graveyard of Dorking village. Looking down +toward it from the long level summit of Box Hill--his hill,--with the +sunlight glinting from its marbles and along the silver Mole that winds +threadlike beside it, the little cemetery seems almost a living cheerful +thing in the dark green of the surrounding landscape. Surely here, if +anywhere, was appropriate resting-place for this great lover of life and +joy._ + +_The tribute to Meredith contained in the following pages, perhaps the +most fitting and beautiful of any inspired by his death, was originally +published in the London "Westminster Gazette" for May 26, 1909._ + + + + +_NEITHER DORKING NOR THE ABBEY_ + + +All morning there had been a little gathering of people outside the +gate. The funeral coach came, and a very small thing was placed in it +and covered with flowers. One plant of the wallflower in the garden +would have covered it. The coach took the road to Dorking, followed by a +few others, and in a moment or two all seemed silent and deserted, the +cottage, the garden, and Box Hill. + +The cottage was not deserted, as they knew who now trooped into the +round in front of it, their eyes on the closed door. They were the +mighty company, his children,--Lucy and Clara and Rhoda and Diana and +Rose and old Mel and Roy Richmond and Adrian and Sir Willoughby and a +hundred others, and they stood in line against the box-wood, waiting for +him to come out. Each of his women carried a flower, and the hands of +all his men were ready for the salute. + +In the room on the right, in an armchair which had been his home for +years--to many the throne of letters in this country--sat an old man, +like one forgotten in an empty house. When the last sound of the +coaches had passed away he moved in his chair. He wore grey clothes and +a red tie, and his face was rarely beautiful, but the hair was white and +the limbs were feeble, and the wonderful eyes dimmed, and he was hard of +hearing. He moved in his chair, for something was happening to him, and +it was this, old age was falling from him. This is what is meant by +death to such as he, and the company waiting knew. His eyes became again +those of the eagle, and his hair was brown, and the lustiness of youth +was in his frame, but still he wore the red tie. He rose, and not a +moment did he remain within the house, for "golden lie the meadows, +golden run the streams," and "the fields and the waters shout to him +golden shouts." He flung open the door, as they knew he would do who +were awaiting him, and he stood there looking at them, a general +reviewing his troops. They wore the pretty clothing in which he had +loved to drape them; they were not sad like the mourners who had gone, +but happy as the forget-me-nots and pansies at their feet and the lilac +overhead, for they knew that this was his coronation day. Only one was +airily in mourning, as knowing better than the others what fitted the +occasion, the Countess de Saldar. He recognized her sense of the fitness +of things with a bow. The men saluted, the women gave their flowers to +Dahlia to give to him, so that she should have his last word, and he +took their offerings and passed on. They did not go with him, they went +their ways to carry his glory through the world. + +Without knowing why, for his work was done, he turned to the left, +passing his famous cherry-blossom, and climbed between apple-trees to a +little house of two rooms, whence most of that noble company had sprung. +He went there only because he had gone so often, and this time the door +was locked; he did not know why nor care. He came swinging down the +path, singing lustily, and calling to his dogs, his dogs of the present +and the past; and they yelped with joy, for they knew they were once +again to breast the hill with him. + +He strode up the hill whirling his staff, for which he had no longer any +other use. His hearing was again so acute that from far away on the +Dorking road he could hear the rumbling of a coach. There came to him +somehow a knowledge (it was the last he ever knew of little things) that +people had been at variance as to whether a casket of dust should be +laid away in one hole or in another, and he flung back his head with the +old glorious action, and laughed a laugh "broad as a thousand beeves at +pasture." + +Box Hill was no longer deserted. When a great man dies--and this was one +of the greatest since Shakespeare--the immortals await him at the top of +the nearest hill. He looked up and saw his peers. They were all young, +like himself. He waved the staff in greeting. One, a mere stripling, +"slight unspeakably," detached himself from the others, crying +gloriously as he recognized his master, "Here's the fellow I have been +telling you about!" and ran down the hill to be the first to take his +hand. In the meantime an empty coach was rolling on to Dorking. + + + + + _G. M._ + + _1828-1909._ + + + _Forty years back, when much had place + That since has perished out of mind, + I heard that voice and saw that face._ + + _He spoke as one afoot will wind + A morning horn ere men awake; + His note was trenchant, turning kind._ + + _He was of those whose wit can shake + And riddle to the very core + The counterfeits that Time will break...._ + + _Of late, when we two met once more, + The luminous countenance and rare + Shone just as forty years before._ + + _So that, when now all tongues declare + His shape unseen by his green hill, + I scarce believe he sits not there._ + + _No matter. Further and further still + Through the world's vaporous vitiate air + His words wing on--as live words will._ + + THOMAS HARDY. + + _May, 1909._ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Neither Dorking Nor The Abbey, by J. M. Barrie + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41063.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41063.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3f3d3ae0b2ad4c8c13c0fae29882741a66dfbcf6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41063.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + +THE +STORM. + +AN +ESSAY. + + + + + 1704 title: An Elegy on the Author of the True-Born-English-Man. + With an essay on the late storm. + By the author of the Hymn to the Pillory. + + + + +THE STORM. AN ESSAY. + + + I'm told, _for we have News among the Dead_, + Heaven lately spoke, but few knew what it said; + The Voice, in loudest Tempests spoke, + And Storms, which Nature's strong Foundation shook. + _I felt it hither_, and I'd have you know + I heard the Voice, and knew the Language too. + Think it not strange I heard it here, + No Place is so remote, but when _he speaks_, they hear. + Besides, tho' I am dead in Fame, + I never told you where I am. 10 + + Tho' I have lost Poetick Breath, + I'm not in perfect State of Death: + From whence this _Popish Consequence_ I draw, + _I'm in the_ Limbus _of the Law_. + Let me be where I will I heard the Storm, + From every Blast _it eccho'd thus, REFORM_; + I felt the mighty Shock, and saw the Night, + When Guilt look'd pale, and own'd the Fright; + And every Time the raging Element + Shook _London_'s lofty Towers, at every Rent 20 + The falling Timbers gave, _they cry'd, REPENT_. + + I saw, when all the stormy Crew, + Newly commission'd from on high, + Newly instructed what to do, + In Lowring, Cloudy, Troops drew nigh: + They hover'd o'er the guilty Land, + As if they had been backward to obey; + As if they wondred at the sad Command, + And pity'd those they shou'd destroy. + But Heaven, that long had gentler Methods tried, 30 + And saw those gentler Methods all defied, + Had now resolv'd to be obey'd. + The Queen, an Emblem of the _soft, still, Voice_, + Had told the Nation how to make their Choice; + Told them the only Way to Happiness + Was by the Blessed Door of Peace. + But the unhappy Genius of the Land, + Deaf to the Blessing, as to the Command, + Scorn the high Caution, and contemn the News, + And all the blessed Thoughts of Peace refuse. 40 + Since Storms are then the Nation's Choice, + _Be Storms their Portion, said the Heavenly Voice_: + He said, and I could hear no more, + So soon th' obedient Troops began to roar: + So soon the blackning Clouds drew near, + And fill'd with loudest Storms the trembling Air: + I thought I felt the World's Foundation shake, + And lookt when all the wondrous Frame would break. + I trembl'd as the Winds grew high, + And so did many a braver Man than I: 50 + For he whose Valour scorns his Sence, + Has chang'd his Courage into Impudence. + Man may to Man his Valour show, + And 'tis his Vertue to do so. + But if he's of his Maker not afraid, + He's not courageous then, but mad. + + Soon as I heard the horrid Blast, + And understood how long 'twould last, + View'd all the Fury of the Element, + Consider'd well by whom 'twas sent, 60 + And _unto whom_ for Punishment: + It brought my Hero to my Mind, + _William_, the Glorious, Great, and Good, and Kind. + Short Epithets to his Just Memory; + The first he was to all the World, _the last to me_. + + The mighty Genius to my Thought appear'd, + Just in the same Concern he us'd to show, + When private Tempests us'd to blow, + Storms which the Monarch more than Death or Battel fear'd. + When Party Fury shook his Throne, 70 + And made their mighty Malice known, + _I've heard the sighing Monarch say_, + The Publick Peace so near him lay, + It took the Pleasure of his Crown away. + It fill'd with Cares his Royal Breast; + Often he has those Cares Prophetickly exprest, + That when he should the Reins let go, + Heaven would some Token of its Anger show, + To let the thankless Nation see + How they despis'd their own Felicity. 80 + This robb'd the Hero of his Rest, + Disturb'd the Calm of his serener Breast. + + When to the Queen the Scepter he resign'd, + With a resolv'd and steady Mind, + Tho' he rejoic'd to lay the Trifle down, + He pity'd Her to whom he left the Crown: + Foreseeing long and vig'rous Wars, + Foreseeing endless, private, Party Jarrs, + Would always interrupt Her Rest, + And fill with Anxious Cares Her Royal Breast. 90 + For Storms of Court Ambition rage as high + Almost as Tempests in the Sky. + + Could I my hasty Doom retrieve, + And once more in the Land of Poets live, + I'd now the Men of Flags and Fortune greet, + And write an Elegy upon the Fleet. + First, those that on the Shore were idly found, + _Whom other Fate protects_, while better Men were drown'd, + They may thank God for being Knaves on Shore, + But sure the Q---- will never trust them more. 100 + + They who rid out the Storm, and liv'd, + But saw not whence it was deriv'd, + Sensless of Danger, or the mighty Hand, + That could to cease, as well as blow, command, + Let such unthinking Creatures have a Care, + For some worse End prepare. + Let them look out for some such Day, + When what the Sea would not, _the Gallows may_. + + Those that in former Dangers shunn'd the Fight, + But met their Ends in this Disast'rous Night, 110 + Have left this Caution, tho' too late, + That all Events are known to Fate. + Cowards avoid no Danger when they run, + And Courage scapes the Death it would not shun; + 'Tis Nonsence from our Fate to fly, + All Men must once have Heart enough to die. + + Those Sons of Plunder are below my Pen, + Because they are below the Names of Men; + Who from the Shores presenting to their Eyes + The Fatal _Goodwin_, where the Wreck of _Navies_ Lyes, 120 + A thousand dying Saylors talking to the Skies. + From the sad Shores they saw the Wretches walk, + By Signals of Distress they talk; + There with one Tide of Life they're vext, + For all were sure to die the next. + The Barbarous Shores with Men and Boats abound, + The Men more Barbarous than the Shores are found; + Off to the shatter'd Ships they go, + And for the Floating Purchase Row. + They spare no Hazard, or no Pain, 130 + But 'tis to save the Goods, and not the Men. + Within the sinking Supplaints Reach appear, + As if they'd mock their dying Fear. + Then for some Trifle all their Hopes supplant, + With Cruelty would make a _Turk_ relent. + + If I had any _Satyr_ left to write, + Cou'd I with suited Spleen Indite, + My Verse should blast that Fatal Town, + And Drowned Saylors Widows pull it down; + No Footsteps of it should appear, 140 + And Ships no more Cast Anchor there. + The Barbarous Hated Name of _Deal_ shou'd die, + Or be a Term of Infamy; + And till that's done, the Town will stand + A just Reproach to all the Land. + + The Ships come next to be my Theme, + The Men's the Loss, I'm not concern'd for them; + For had they perish'd e'er they went, + Where to no Purpose they were sent, + The Ships might ha' been built again, 150 + And we had sav'd the Money and the Men. + There the Mighty Wrecks appear, + _Hic Jacent_, Useless Things of War. + Graves of Men, and Tools of State, + There you lye too soon, there you lye too late. + But O ye Mighty Ships of War! + What in Winter did you there? + Wild _November_ should our Ships restore + To _Chatham_, _Portsmouth_, and the _Nore_, + So it was always heretofore, 160 + For Heaven it self is not unkind, + If Winter Storms he'll sometimes send, + Since 'tis suppos'd the Men of War + Are all laid up, and left secure. + + Nor did our Navy feell alone, + The dreadful Desolation; + It shook the _Walls of Flesh_ as well as Stone, + And ruffl'd all the Nation. + The Universal Fright + Made Guilty _H----_ expect his Fatal Night; 170 + His harden'd Soul began to doubt, + And Storms grew high within, as they grew high without. + + Flaming Meteors fill'd the Air, + But _Asgil_ miss'd his _Fiery Chariot_ there; + Recall'd his black blaspheming Breath, + And trembling paid his Homage unto Death. + + _Terror appear'd in every Face_, + Even _Vile Blackbourn_ felt some shocks of Grace; + Began to feel the Hated Truth appear, + Began to fear, 180 + After _he had Burlesqu'd a God_ so long, + He should at last be in the wrong. + Some Power he plainly saw, + (And seeing, felt a strange unusual Awe;) + Some secret Hand he plainly found, + Was bringing some strange thing to pass, + And he that neither God nor Devil own'd, + Must needs be at a loss to guess. + Fain he would not ha' guest the worst, + But Guilt will always be with Terror Curst. 190 + + Hell shook, for Devils Dread Almighty Power, + At every Shock they fear'd the Fatal Hour, + The Adamantine Pillars mov'd, + And Satan's _Pandemonium_ trembl'd too; + The tottering _Seraphs_ wildly rov'd, + Doubtful what the Almighty meant to do; + For in the darkest of the black Abode, + _There's not a Devil but believes a God_. + Old _Lucifer_ has sometimes try'd + _To have himself be Deify'd_; 200 + But Devils nor Men the Being of God deny'd, + Till Men of late found out New Ways to sin, + And turn'd the Devil out to let the Atheist in. + But when the mighty Element began, + And Storms the weighty Truth explain, + Almighty Power upon the Whirlwind Rode, + And every Blast proclaim'd aloud + _There is, there is, there is_, a God. + + Plague, Famine, Pestilence, and War, + Are in their Causes seen, 210 + The true Originals appear + Before the Effects begin: + But Storms and Tempests are above our Rules, + Here our Philosophers are Fools. + The _Stagyrite_ himself could never show, + From whence, nor how they blow. + Tis all Sublime, 'tis all a Mystery, + They see no Manner how, nor Reason why; + _All Sovereign Being_ is the amazing Theme, + 'Tis all resolv'd to Power Supreme; 220 + From this First Cause our Tempest came, + And let the Atheists spight of Sense Blaspheme, + They can no room for Banter find, + Till they produce another Father for the Wind. + + _Satyr_, thy Sense of Sovereign Being Declare, + He made the Mighty Prince o'th' Air, + And Devils recognize him by their Fear. + + Ancient as Time, and Elder than the Light, + Ere the First Day, or Antecedent Night, + Ere Matter into settl'd Form became, 230 + And long before Existence had a Name; + Before th' Expance of indigested Space, + While the vast _No-where_ fill'd the Room of Place. + Liv'd _the First Cause_ The First Great _Where_ and _Why_, + Existing _to and from_ Eternity, + Of His Great Self, and _of Necessity_. + _This I call God_, that One great Word of Fear, + At whose great sound, + When from his Mighty Breath 'tis eccho'd round, + Nature pays Homage with a trembling bow, 240 + And Conscious Men would faintly disallow; + + The Secret Trepidation racks the Soul, + And while he says, no God, replies, thou Fool. + _But call it what we will_, + _First Being it had_, does Space and Substance fill. + Eternal Self-existing Power enjoy'd, + And whatsoe'er is so, _That same is God_. + + If then it should fall out, as who can tell, + But that there is a Heaven and Hell, + Mankind had best consider well for fear 250 + 'T should be too late when their Mistakes appear; + Such may in vain Reform, + Unless they do't before another Storm. + + They tell us _Scotland_ scap'd the Blast; + No Nation else have been without a Taste: + All _Europe_ sure have felt the Mighty Shock, + 'T has been a Universal Stroke. + But Heaven has other Ways to plague the _Scots_, + As Poverty and Plots. + Her Majesty Confirms it, what She said, 260 + I plainly heard it, tho' I'm dead. + + The dangerous Sound has rais'd me from my Sleep, + I can no longer Silence keep, + Here _Satyr_'s thy Deliverance, + A Plot in _Scotland_, Hatch'd in _France_, + And Liberty the Old Pretence. + Prelatick Power with Popish join, + The Queens Just Government to undermine; + This is enough to wake the Dead, + The Call's too loud, it never shall be said 270 + The lazy _Satyr_ slept too long, + When all the Nations Danger Claim'd his Song. + + Rise _Satyr_ from thy sleep of legal Death, + And reassume Satyrick Breath; + What tho' to Seven Years sleep thou art confin'd, + Thou well may'st wake with such a Wind. + Such Blasts as these can seldom blow, + But they're both form'd above and heard below. + Then wake and warn us now the Storms are past, + Lest Heaven return with a severer Blast. 280 + Wake and inform Mankind + Of Storms that still remain behind. + + If from this Grave thou lift thy Head, + They'll surely mind one risen from the Dead. + Tho' _Moses_ and the Prophets can't prevail, + A Speaking _Satyr_ cannot fail. + Tell 'em while secret Discontents appear, + There'll ne'er be _Peace and Union_ here. + They that for Trifles so contend, 290 + Have something farther in their End; + But let those hasty People know, + The Storms above reprove the Storms below, + And 'tis too often known, + The Storms below do Storms above Forerun; + + They say this was a High-Church Storm, + Sent out the Nation to Reform; + But th' Emblem left the Moral in the Lurch, + For't blew the Steeple down upon the Church. + From whence we now inform the People, + The danger of the Church is from the Steeple. 300 + And we've had many a bitter stroke, + From Pinacle and Weather-Cock; + From whence the Learned do relate, + That to secure the Church and State, + The Time will come when all the Town + To save the Church, will pull the Steeple down. + + Two Tempests are blown over, now prepare + For Storms of Treason and Intestine War. + The High-Church Fury to the North extends, + In haste to ruin all their Friends. 310 + Occasional Conforming led the Way, + And now Occasional Rebellion comes in Play, + To let the Wond'ring Nation know, + That High-Church Honesty's an Empty Show, + A Phantasm of Delusive Air, + That as Occasion serves can disappear, + And Loyalty's a sensless Phrase, + An Empty Nothing which our interest sways, + And as that suffers this decays. + + Who dare the Dangerous Secret tell, 320 + _That Church-men can Rebel_. + Faction we thought was by the Whigs Engross'd, + And _Forty One_ was banter'd till the Jest was lost. + _Bothwel_ and _Pentland-Hills_ were fam'd, + And _Gilly Cranky_ hardly nam'd. + If Living Poets Dare not speak, + _We that are Dead_ must Silence break; + And boldly let them know the Time's at Hand. + When Ecclesiastick Tempests shake the Land. + Prelatick Treason from the Crown divides, 330 + And now Rebellion changes sides. + Their Volumes with their Loyalty may swell, + But in their Turns too they Rebel; + Can Plot, Contrive, Assassinate, + And spight of Passive Laws disturb the State. + Let fair Pretences fill the Mouths of Men, + No fair Pretence shall blind my Pen; + They that _in such a Reign as this_ Rebel + Must needs be in Confederacy with Hell. + Oppressions, Tyranny and Pride, + May give some Reason to Divide; 340 + But where the Laws with open Justice Rule, + He that Rebels _Must be both Knave and Fool_. + May Heaven the growing Mischief soon prevent, + And Traytors meet Reward in Punishment. + + + + +_FINIS._ + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41308.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41308.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d9860bb6a1ba371fb791d3de5d89075c43eecc04 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41308.txt @@ -0,0 +1,310 @@ + + + Transcriber's note: + + Text in italics is marked with _underscore_ + + + + + THE SOUL OF A NATION + + BY SIR PHILLIP GIBBS + + Author of "_Now it may be told_" + + + Reprinted by + Permission of the + TORONTO "GLOBE" + + Armistice Day, 1920 + + + + +It did not seem an unknown warrior whose body came on a gun carriage +down Whitehall, where we were waiting for him. He was known to us all. +It was one of "our boys" (not warriors), as we called them in the days +of darkness lit by faith. + +To some women, weeping a little in the crowd after an all-night vigil, +he was their boy who went missing one day and was never found till now, +though their souls went searching for him through the dreadful places +in the night. + +To many men among those packed densely on each side of the empty street +wearing ribbons and badges on civil clothes, he was a familiar figure, +one of their comrades, the one they liked best, perhaps, in the old +crowd who into the fields of death went and stayed there with a great +companionship. + +It was a steel helmet, an old "tin hat," lying there on the crimson of +the flag, which revealed him instantly, not as a mythical warrior, +aloof from common humanity, a shadowy type of national pride and +martial glory, but as one of those fellows, dressed in the drab of +khaki, stained by mud and grease, who went into dirty ditches with this +steel hat on his head, and in his heart unspoken things which made him +one of us in courage and in fear, with some kind of faith, not clear, +full of perplexities, often dim in the watchwords of those years of +war. + +So it seemed to me, at least, as I looked down Whitehall and listened +to the music which told us that the Unknown was coming down the road. +The band was playing the old "Dead March in Saul" with heavy drumming, +but as yet the roadway was clear where it led up to that altar of +sacrifice, as it looked, covered by two flags hanging in long folds of +scarlet and white. + +About that altar-cenotaph there were little groups of strange people, +all waiting for the dead soldier. Why were they there, these people? +There were great folk to greet the dust of a simple soldier. There was +the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of London, and other clergy +in gowns and hoods. What had they to do with the body of the soldier +who had gone trudging through the mud and muck like one ant in a +legion of ants, unknown to fame, not more heroic, perhaps, than all his +pals about him, not missed much when he fell dead between the tangled +wire and shell holes? There were great Generals and Admirals, Lord Haig +himself, Commander-in-Chief of our armies in France, and Admiral +Beatty, who held the seas; Lord French of Ypres, with Horne of the +First Army, and Byng of the Third, and Air Marshal Trenchard, who had +commanded all the birds that flew above the lines on mornings of +enormous battle. + +These were high powers, infinitely remote, perhaps, in the imagination +of the man whose dust was now being brought toward them. It was their +brains that had directed his movements down the long roads which galled +his feet, over ground churned up by gunfire, up the duckboards, from +which he slipped under his heavy pack, if he were a foot-slogger, and, +whatever his class as a soldier, ordained at last the end of his +journey, which finished in the grave marked by the metal disc. Unknown +in life, he had looked upon these Generals as terrifying in their power +"for the likes of him." Sometimes, perhaps, he had saluted them as they +rode past. Now they stood in Whitehall to salute him, to keep silence +in his presence, to render him homage more wonderful, with deeper +reverence, than any General of them all has had. + +There were Princes there about the cenotaph, not only of England, but +of the Indian Empire. These Indian Rajahs, that old white-bearded, +white-turbaned man, with the face of an Eastern prophet, was it +possible they, too, were out to pay homage to the unknown British +soldier? There was something of the light of Flanders in Whitehall--the +strange light that the tattered ruins of the Cloth Hall at Ypres used +to shine with through the mist--suffused a little by wan sunlight, +white as the walls and turrets of the War Office in the mist of London. +The tower of Big Ben was dim through the mist like the tower of Albert +Church until it fell into a heap of dust under the fury of gunfire. +Presently the sun shone brighter, so that the picture of Whitehall was +etched with deeper lines. On all the buildings flags were flying at +half-mast. + +The people who kept moving about the cenotaph were there for mourning, +not for mere pageantry. Grenadier officers who walked about with drawn +swords wore crepe on their arms. Presently they passed the word along +"Reverse arms!" and all along the line of route soldiers turned over +their rifles and bent their heads over the butts. It was when the music +of the Dead March came louder up the street. + +A number of black figures stood in a separate group, apart from the +Admirals and Generals, people of importance, to whom the eyes of the +crowd turned, while men and women tiptoed to get a glimpse of them. The +Prime Minister and the Ministers and ex-Ministers of Britain were +there. Asquith, Lord Curzon and other statesmen, who, in those years of +conflict, were responsible for all the mighty effort of the nation, who +stirred up its passions and emotions, who organized its labor and +service, who won that victory and this peace. I thought the people +about me stared at them as though conscious of the task that is theirs, +now that peace is the test of victory. + +But it was one figure who stood alone as the symbol of the nation in +this tribute to the spirit of our dead. As Big Ben struck +three-quarters after 10, the King advanced toward the cenotaph, +followed by the Prince of Wales, the Prince's two brothers, and the +Duke of Connaught, and while others stood in line looking toward the +top of Whitehall, the King was a few paces ahead of them, alone, +waiting, motionless, for the body of the Unknown Warrior who had died +in his service. + +It was very silent in Whitehall, and before this ordered silence the +dense lines of people kept their places without movement, only spoke +little in their long time of waiting, and then, as they caught their +first glimpse of the gun carriage, were utterly quiet. All heads were +bared and bent. Their emotion was as though a little cold breeze were +passing. One seemed to feel the spirit of the crowd. Above all this +mass of plain people something touched one with a sharp yet softening +touch. + +The massed bands passed with their noble music and their drums thumping +at the hearts of men and women, the Guards with their reversed arms, +and then the gun carriage, with its team of horses, halted in front of +the cenotaph, where the King stood, and the Royal hand was raised to +salute the soldier who had died that we might live, chosen by fate for +this honor, which is in remembrance of that great army of comrades who +went out with him to No Man's Land. The King laid a wreath on his +coffin and then stepped back again. + +Crowded behind the gun carriage in one long vista was an immense column +of men of all branches of the navy and army, moving up slowly before +coming to a halt, and behind again other men in civil clothes, and +everywhere among them and above them were flowers in the form of +wreaths and crosses. Then all was still, and the picture was complete, +framing in that coffin, where the steel hat and the King's sword lay +upon the flag which draped it. The soul of the nation at its best, +purified at this moment by this emotion, was there, in silence, about +the dust of that Unknown. + +Guns were being fired somewhere in the distance. They were not loud, +but like the distant thumping of the guns on a misty day in Flanders +when there was "nothing to report," though on such a day, perhaps, this +man had died. + +Presently there was a far-off wailing, like the cry of a banshee. It +was a siren giving the warning of silence in some place by the river. +The deep notes of Big Ben struck 11, and then the King turned quickly +to the lever behind him, touched it, and let fall the great flags which +had draped it. A grim, hard thing, like a pagan altar, as it seems to +me, the cenotaph stood revealed, utterly austere, except for three +standards, with their gilt wreaths. + +It was a time of silence. What thoughts were in the minds of all the +people only God knows, as they stood there for those two minutes, which +were very long. There was a dead stillness in Whitehall, only broken +here and there by the coughing of a man or a woman, quickly hushed. + +The Unknown Warrior! Was it young Jack, perhaps, who had never been +found? Was it one of those fellows in the battalion that moved up +through Ypres before the height of the battle in the bogs? Men were +smoking, this side of Ypres. One could see the glow of their cigarette +ends as they were halted round the old mill house at Vlamertinghe. It +rained after that, beating sharply on the tin hats, pouring in spouts +down waterproof capes. They went out through Menin Gate. The shelling +began along the duckboards by Westhoek Ridge, gas shelling, every old +thing. Fellows dropped into shell holes, full of water. They had their +packs on, all their fighting kit. Some of them lay there in the pits, +where the water was reddish. + +There were a lot of unknown warriors in the bogs by Glencorse Wood and +Inverness Copse. They lay by upturned tanks and sank in the slime. +Queer how the fellows used to drop and never give a sound, so that +their pals passed on without knowing. In all sorts of places the +unknown warrior lay down and was not quickly found. In Bourlon Wood +they were lying after the battle among the river trees. On the fields +of the Somme they lay in the churned-up earth, in High Wood and +Delville Wood and this side of Loupart Wood. It was queer, one day, how +the sun shone on Loupart Wood, which was red with autumn tints. The old +Boche was there then, and the wood seemed to have a thousand eyes +staring at our lines, newly dug. An airplane came through the fleecy +sky, wonderfully careless of the black shrapnel bursting about it. +Wonderful chaps, those airmen! For a man afoot it wasn't good to +stumble in that ground. Barbed wire tore one's hands damnably. There +was a boy lying in a tangle of barbed wire. He looked as though he were +asleep, but he was dead, all right. The airplane passed overhead with a +loud humming song. + +What is this long silence, all this crowd in London streets, two years +after the armistice and peace? Yes, those were the old dreams that have +passed, old ghosts passing down Whitehall among the living. + +The silence ended. Some word rang out; the bugles were blowing. They +were sounding the "Last Post" to the Unknown Warrior of the great war +in which many men died without record or renown. Farther than Whitehall +sounded the "Last Post" to the dead. Did the whole army of the dead +hear that call to them from the living? In the crowd below me women +were weeping quietly. It was the cry from their hearts that was heard +farthest, perhaps. The men's faces were hard, like masks, hiding all +they thought and felt. + +The King stepped forward again and took the wreath from Lord Haig and +laid it at the base of the cenotaph. It was the first of the world of +flowers brought as a tribute of living hearts to this altar of the +dead. Admirals and Generals and statesmen came with wreaths, and +battalions of police following, bearing great trophies of flowers, on +behalf of fighting men and all their comrades, and presently, when the +gun carriage passed on toward the Abbey, with the King following behind +it on foot with his sons and soldiers, there was a moving tide of men +and women advancing ceaselessly with floral tributes. They waited until +the escort of the coffin had passed, the bluejackets and marines, the +air force and infantry, and then took their turn to file past the +cenotaph and lay their flowers upon the bed of lilies and +chrysanthemums which rose above the base. + +As the columns passed, they turned eyes left or eyes right to that tall +symbol of death, if they had eyes to see, but there were blind men +there, who saw only by the light of the Spirit and saluted when their +guides touched them and said "Now." It is two years after "Cease fire!" +on the front, but in the crowds of Whitehall there were men in hospital +blue who are still casualties, not too well remembered by those in +health. Two of them were legless men, but they rode on wheels, and with +a fine gesture gave the salute as they passed the memorial of those who +fought with them and suffered less perhaps than they now do. + +After the ceremony at the cenotaph the procession reformed and the +Unknown Warrior was borne to Westminster Abbey. There awaited him a +great congregation of mourners. They came from every class and every +part of the Empire. They sat without the distinction of rank as lot had +arranged them places, titled ladies next to charwomen, artisans by city +merchants, for all had equal title to be there, the gift of a son or +brother to the country. + +At the door leading to Parliament Square, Bishop Ryle, Dean of +Westminster, in a purple and gold embroidered cape, with his Canons and +choir, met the body. It was carried shoulder-high by eight tall +Guardsmen, and on the war-worn Union Jack that covered it lay a +shrapnel helmet, a crusader's sword and a wreath of laurel. Through the +transept lined with statues of statesmen, and past the high altar the +Unknown Warrior was borne, and then through the choir into the nave, +where already many famous fighting men slept. Just within the west +door, a great purple square, bordered with white, marked the site of +the grave. + +It is in the pathway of Kings, for not a Monarch can ever again go up +to the altar to be crowned but must step over the resting place of the +man who died that his kingdom might endure. Four ladies sat apart and +rose to greet this great Unknown, Queen Mary and Queen Alexandra of +England, Queen Maud of Denmark, and Queen Victoria of Spain, and +behind them were grouped Princess Mary and other women of Royal blood. +Waiting, too, near his grave, were men of the Warrior's own kind. He +passed through ranks of soldiers, sailors, airmen and civilians in +mufti, strangely mixed; Captains stood next to seamen. Colonels by +enlisted men, for all wore the Victoria Cross, and that earned them the +right to attend. + +The mournful strains of the Croft Purcell setting of the funeral +sentences were chanted, unaccompanied, as the procession passed through +the Abbey, and as the grave was reached, the King, as the chief +mourner, stepped to its head. Behind him stood the Prince of Wales, the +Duke of Connaught and other members of the Royal family, and ranked in +the rear were Lloyd George and Asquith, the two war Premiers, and the +members of their Cabinets, three or four Princes from India and a score +or more of the leaders of British life. The pall-bearers, chiefs of the +army and navy, Haig, French, Beatty and Jackson among them, took their +stand on either side of the coffin, and the service began. + +It was as simple as in any village church in the land. + +The Twenty-third Psalm, "The Lord is my Shepherd," was sung to the +familiar chant, and then came the account read by the Dean from +Revelations of the "great multitude, which no man could number, out of +every nation, and of all tribes, and of all peoples and tongues, +standing before the Throne." + +As the coffin was lowered into the grave, "Lead, Kindly Light," was +sung, and then came the committal prayer. As the Dean spoke solemnly, +"earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the King, as the chief +mourner, stepped forward and from a silver bowl sprinkled the coffin +with soil brought from France. A few more prayers, "Abide With Me" and +Kipling's "Recessional" concluded the service, and as the words of +blessing died away, from far up among the pillared arches came a +whisper of sound. It grew and grew, and it seemed that regiments and +then divisions and armies of men were on the march. The whole Cathedral +was filled with the murmur of their footfalls until they passed and the +sound grew faint in the distance. It was the roll of drums, and seemed +to symbolize that host of glorious dead which has left one Unknown +Warrior forever on guard at the entrance to England's old Abbey. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41321.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41321.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9fecc53b898374d38e941ce1fd92307c35c085a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41321.txt @@ -0,0 +1,405 @@ + + + Transcriber's Note: + + Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as + possible. Some apparent errors in the use of diacritical marks have + been amended. + + Italic text has been marked with _underscores_. + + + + +JAPANESE SWORDS + +[Illustration] + +YAMANAKA & CO. + +127, New Bond Street, London. + +April, 1913. + + + + +JAPANESE SWORDS + + +Amongst the numberless articles of Japanese attire, works of art or mere +household objects which the Restoration of 1868 compelled the Japanese +to cast upon the market, none has met with such wide fame and yet with +such a limited study as the Sword. When, in 1877, the Government +prohibited the Samurai from wearing any longer the two swords which had +been the privilege and distinctive mark of their martial caste, the +Imperial wish was obeyed, notwithstanding the feeling that something was +snapping in the life of the nation. Blades had been treasured for +centuries, handed from father to son, looked upon as the soul of the +owner for the sake of which he would refrain from any deed unbecoming a +gentleman; some possessed histories going far back into the eleventh and +twelfth centuries, when the country was at war within itself, around +others were entwined romances, and above all, the sword was the faithful +friend with which the Samurai might honourably end his life, either in +the field or on the mats. A blade given by a father to his daughter on +her wedding day was the emblem of that purity of life which the woman +was expected to keep, and it was also the weapon with which she might +seek repose in death, should occasion arise. The Restoration breaking up +the old feudal system compelled the Samurai to part with their worldly +goods to secure the necessities of life, the rich became poor, the poor +lost all support, hence anything which might tempt the foreign buyer +went swiftly out of the country; the circumstances had become rather +more straitened for the Samurai class when the edict of 1877 compelled +them to put aside their swords, and blades followed the lacquer, the +paintings, the carvings which eager curio buyers snapped at inadequate +prices. Many swords of first quality crossed the waters, besides +thousands of poor blades which could be bought in dozens in the stores +and bazaars of the old world. Hardly any attempt was made at keeping in +the country any blades except those which were, so to speak, entailed +heirlooms or those whose owners refused to part with at any price. +Later, a few earnest people banded themselves into a Society for the +preservation and study of the National weapon: the Sword Society of +Tokyo, which has published, during the last twelve years, a mass of +information about swords. Collecting swords has become a national +propensity, and the modern sword lover may have more blades, carefully +kept and oft admired, than his ancestor of a century ago who could only +wear two at a time. Magazines have sprung into existence dealing only +with the sword and its accessories. Both in Europe and in America +articles on the sword have been published, most of which, based upon the +paper of Hutterott and nearly all inadequate. It is to be hoped that +some more comprehensive work will soon appear to give the Western public +a better knowledge of the ancient swords. In Japan, there are hundreds +of books dealing with their makers, from ancient books now rare and +costly to modern works crammed with information and obtainable for a few +pence. What then is there about the Japanese blade which compels +admiration? Far back in the Sung Dynasty a Chinese Poet sang its +praises, later the Mediæval European writers spoke in wonderment of the +Katana, of its keenness of edge, of its swift stroke, of the respect +paid to it; later still, folks were awed by the form of suicide we call +seppuku, some saw in it only a barbarous disembowelment, few, perhaps, +grasped that other important feature--the test of the truest +friendship--that confidence in the bosom friend one entrusted with the +cutting of one's head. Romance alone would not have made the blade an +object of interest to the positive mind, attracted by the efficiency of +the weapon, by its qualities _qua_ sword, by the marvellous skill +evinced in its forging, in the shaping of its harmonious curves. +Further, the blade presented a characteristic temper; unlike the +European swords evenly tempered throughout, it had a mere edge of great +hardness backed by enough softer metal to ensure toughness, and to allow +bending in preference to snapping when the sword blow met an unexpected +resistance. Then it was realised that all those characteristic +peculiarities required study, for they presented variations of +appearance intimately associated with the various swordsmiths, with the +periods, the schools. How numerous those smiths were may be guessed, but +it may come as a surprise to some, that over 11,000 names are recorded +in one book alone. + +To study a blade and appreciate its points is a matter of considerable +interest, the various portions of the blade have their names and their +peculiarities; one must pay attention to every part of the body, of its +edge, of the handle, etc., and with practice an expert may become able +to recognise the technique and style of a smith by the peculiarities of +the blade, silent witnesses left in the metal itself. Thus, in Japan, +the Honami family of sword experts were professionally engaged for over +350 years in examining and certifying blades. + +In feudal days a man's life was at his lord's call, and he might never +feel sure that the following day would not be his last, either in fight +or by self infliction under orders of the death penalty for some breach, +however slight, of the stiff code of Samurai etiquette. Hence his sword +was selected and cared for, its edge must be keen enough to cut a man's +head at a blow, leaving, if skilfully done, a shred of skin on the +throat for the head to hang on the breast. + +[Illustration: TERMINOLOGY OF THE SWORD, FROM JOLY'S _Sword Book_.] + +His sword was tested, sometimes officially by cutting up corpses, and +thus we come across blades on the tang of which is inscribed a statement +that it cut one or two or even three bodies at a blow. No sword in +Europe ever came through such an ordeal; indeed, it is doubtful whether +its shape and constitution would have allowed a similar test to be +successful. Looked upon as a cutting weapon, the Japanese blade has been +pronounced perfect by all experts; that perfection is the result of +thorough work undertaken with only one aim in view: to turn out a sword +which was not only reliable, but a credit to the maker as well; and, +indeed, the names of the smiths are as well known as those of the +foremost painters, they rank with the expert calligraphers, with the +poets, with the writers and the statesmen, with those who made history, +Masamune, Muramasa, are names which have found their way even amongst +the novels of the West; not a dozen names of Japanese sculptors can be +mentioned, although their works are to be found in any and every temple, +but 11,000 names of swordsmiths remain.... Where the carver could repair +a faulty chisel stroke the smith has no such resource, a slight flaw in +welding his metal, a little dirt remaining between two layers of steel, +and where in a smithy can one exclude dirt? Overhaste in heating the +metal resulting in a wrong temper, or in spots on the blade, and, lo, a +fortnight's patient work was wasted, a patron offended, a reputation +marred. + +No less important than the smith's skill was that of the polisher +grinding away the blade to its final shape, settling the planes and the +curves, whose intersections are geometrically true on every side of the +blade. A volume rather than a preface is required to do the scantiest +justice to the Japanese blade, but space is limited, and the blades +exhibited here speak for themselves. + +H. L. J. + +[Illustration] + + + + +CATALOGUE. + + + 1. KATANA. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 6 bu._ 890, 685, 17 mm.[A] Ko Gunomé midare + yakiba, deep Kaeri bōshi, signed Sasaki Niudo Ippo of Gōshū. + Kwanyei period (1624-1643). + + 2. KATANA. 855, 650, 11 mm. Narrow yakiba, engraved on one side with + Ono no Tofu, the frog and willow, on the other with characters, + _Yanagi amé Kan Ki_. [_Plate._ + + 3. KATANA. _2 shaku, 1 sun._ 795, 645, 13 mm. Very fine wave yakiba + with deep niyé, signed Kagekuni of Settsu. (Manji period.) + + 4. KATANA. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 8 bu._ 880, 695, 11 mm. Midare yakiba Bōshi + majiri, signed Kaneuji, in gold inlay, attributed to Kaneuji of + Mino. + + 5. KATANA. Large heavy blade. _2 shaku, 4 sun, 4 bu._ 932, 710, 6. With + long bōshi kaeri, midare yakiba, wave form with tsuyu, signed + Korekazu, attributed to Fujiwara Korekazu of Yedo, Bushu. Circa + Kwanbun (1661-1672). + + 6. KATANA. 825, 645, 17. With Ogunomé yakiba, signed Tsuta Omi no Kami + Sukenao, dated Tenwa 3, second month (1683). + + 7. KATANA. _2 shaku, 3 sun, 5 bu._ 917, 718, 18. Large Choji yakiba, + bōshi kaeri, signed Awataguchi Ikkanshi Tadatsuna. Circa Kwanbun + (1661-1672). [_Plate._ + + 8. KATANA. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 5 bu._ 892, 685, 10. With nokogiri yakiba, + double yasurime, signed Mutsu no Kami Daido, (Omichi of Mino). + [_Plate._ + + 9. KATANA. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 8 bu._ 880, 695, 17 mm. With long wave + yakiba and deep groove, signed Harumitsu of Osafuné, Bizen. + [_Plate._ + + 10. KATANA. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 4 bu._ 885, 680, 19 mm. Narrow yakiba, + maru bōshi, signed Kunimura, attributed to Kunimura of Kikuji Higo. + + 11. KATANA. _2 shaku, 3 sun._ 860, 70, 21. Hitatsura on all jigané but + not on shinogi, signed Akihiro of Sōshu, dated second year of + Teiji. [_Plate._ + + 12. KATANA. _2 shaku, 1 sun, 5 bu._ 840, 650, 33. Ogunomé midare yakiba + with Rio no me tsuyu imitating splashing waves, signed Made at Toto + (Yedo) by Kato (chounsai) Tsunatoshi, dated Bunsei 10, first month. + [_Plate._ + + 13. KATANA. _2 shaku, 5 sun, 3 bu._ 1,010 mm., 755 mm., 8 mm. sori, 75 + mm. bōshi, shinogi tapering from 10 to 8 mm. Very fine double + yakiba, ko gunomé midare and hitatsura, signed Muramasa. [_Plate._ + + 14. KATANA. _2 shaku, 3 sun, 4 bu._ 920, 710, 23. Ko midare yakiba, + signed Bushu no jiu Yamamoto Geki Toshinaga, Kyoho, 1716-1735. + _Jiugo mai Kabuto buse_, i.e., made of metal folded fifteen times. + + 15. SHOBU BLADE. 520, 400, 8. Uno kubi style, Kammuri otoshi, with Ken + engraved and treble groove on other side up to the middle, + unsigned, attributed to Hiromitsu. + + 16. KATANA. Bizen blade. _2 shaku, 4 sun, 5 bu._ 950, 740, 22. Broad + gunomé midare yakiba, attributed to _Yoshimitsu_. + + 17. KATANA. Very curved blade, the lengths being 950 mm., 758 mm. and + _sori_ 26. Ko midare yakiba, narrow shinogi, signed Fuyuhiro of + Sōshu (Sagami). + + 18. KATANA. Broad blade. _2 shaku, 2 sun, 2 bu long._ 940, 745, 18 mm. + sori. With irregular yakiba in breaking waves style, the shinogi + reduced on one side by two grooves (_Hi_), stopping a third of the + way up, the portion nearer the heel being grooved singly and + deeper, with tama reserve, single groove on other side, tapering + nakago, signed Nagasoné Okisato Niudo Kotetsu Saku. [_Plate._ + + 19. KATANA. The blade _2 shaku, 6 sun, 7 bu_. 1,004 mm., 810, sori 10 + mm. Choji midare yakiba, signed Kiushu, Higo Dotanuki Nobuyoshi + (Shin-ka). Eiroku period. [_Plate._ + + 20. KATANA. _2 shaku, 5 sun._ 990, 752, 20. Broad blade with tapering + nakago, midare yakiba, signed Kawachi no Kami, Minamoto Motoyuki + (Hon-ko), dated Genroku 9, the eighth month. _Saijo nichi Goku Shin + Kitai_, i.e., the very truest forging on the most auspicious day. + [_Plate._ + + 21. BIZEN KATANA. _2 shaku, 3 sun, 5 bu._ 940, 710, sori 27 mm. + Unsigned, grooved on both sides, attributed on its character to + Kumotsugu (_Unji_) of Bizen, period Ōan (1368-1374). The double + blood grooves on shinogi, the lower one ground down. [_Plate._ + + 22. KATANA. 915, 710, 8. Broad blade with long boshi, wide shinogi on + one side with engraved Ken, the other side with deep groove + engraved with a Bonji in reserve. Unsigned. Wide midare yakiba. + [_Plate._ + + 23. KATANA. _2 shaku, 3 sun, 3 bu._ 915, 705, 17. Hitatsura blade, + signed Nobusada, of Kyoto. Eikyo period (1429-1440). [_Plate._ + + 24. KATANA. 690, 560, 18. With midare yakiba, engraved Amakurikara and + Bonji characters, much rubbed down, unsigned. + + 25. KATANA. 878, 675, 6. Narrow yakiba with deep niyé and niòi, ken and + Amakurikara ken horimono, signed Kotsuke no Suke, Minamoto + Yoshimasa. [_Plate._ + + 26. KATANA. 940, 730, 17. Narrow yakiba, heavy blade, signed Yokoyama + Sukemuné of Osafuné, Bizen, dated the third year of Bunkiu, the + eighth month, 1863. + + 27. KATANA. 920, 695, 8. Very heavy blade with broad straight yakiba, + signed Yamato no Kuni Heijo (Hira-shiro) Fujiwara no Michiharu + (Dōsei), inscribed Naniwa sattei (Satsuma) Temmangu shi tomo ni + Koreō tsukuru ken no do tetsu wo motte, Keio 2 (1866), eighth + month--made of the same iron as the sword which I made for Temmangu + Satsuma Yashiki in Osaka. + + 28. NARROW KATANA. 805, 635, 15. With straight yakiba, the _Hi_ ground + down, signed Riokai Muneyoshi, dated Taiyei 3 (1523), eighth month. + + 29. KATANA. 840, 665, 17. Fine narrow blade with sanbon sugi yakiba, + unsigned. [_Plate._ + + 30. KATANA. 810, 610, 18. Gunomé midare yakiba, signed Sukemuné, + engraved with Taishakuten as a Chinese warrior, sword in hand, + standing on a dragon, and on the other side the characters + Taishakuten, fittings of shakudo, and silver, with dragon and waves + design. Red and black lacquer scabbard with dragon in silver and + gold lacquer in relief. [_Plate._ + + 31. WAKIZASHI. Shobu blade. 495, 370, 9. Curious yakiba, ishikaki + style, signed Kuniyuki. [_Plate._ + + 32. WAKIZASHI. Broad blade. 605, 455, 12 mm. sori. Large midare yakiba, + Bōshi Kaeri, signed Nagasada (Ei-tei) and dated Keio, first year, + fourth month. + + 33. WAKIZASHI. Bizen blade. _1 shaku, 6 sun, 5 bu._ 637, 495, 10. + Grooved on both sides, midare yakiba, Kaku muné, tanzaku, + signature, Bizen Osafuné Norimitsu, dated Kiotoku, fifth year, + second month (1456), interesting blade. + + 34. WAKIZASHI. _1 shaku, 6 sun, 8 bu._ 645, 510, 17. With midare + yakiba, signed Kuninaga, attributed to Senjiuin in Shoō period, + 1288-1292. + + 35. WAKIZASHI. 580, 435, 12. With remarkable kiku-sui yakiba, signed + Setsuyo Okamoto Yasutomo, dated Bunkwa third year, eighth month. + Shakudo fittings, nanako, red sparrows, and man walking on a path. + [_Plate._ + + 36. WAKIZASHI. 590, 460, 15. Brass tsuba with stags, the fuchi and + Kashira cranes in low relief. _Mensoku sosei Niudo Taro Sadataka._ + Kozuka Jurojin, signed Joi. + + 37. WAKIZASHI. Bizen blade. 550, 435, 17. With plain polished shakudo + tsuba, all other mounts shibuichi inlaid with cranes, and water + plants minute iroyé in relief, unsigned. + + 38. WAKIZASHI. 650, 465, 10. Hitatsura blade, signed Fujiwara no + Kanemichi (Kindo) Iga no Kami, Nihon Kaji Sasho; on the other side, + sixteen-petal chrysanthemum and the characters, Jorai (Kaminari + yoké, protection against thunder). [_Plate._ + + 39. WAKIZASHI. 510, 395, 10. Shobu, kammuri otoshi, signed Kanemoto. + Shakudo tsuba nanako with animals of the zodiac, dragon, + menuki-fuchi and kashira, tiger and waves, shibuichi, signed + Toshikagé. + + 40. WAKIZASHI. Heavy blade. 510, 370. Signed Kanefusa. Mounted in + shakudo nanako with Hotta mokko crests in relief. + + 41. TANTO. 360, 260 mm. Straight hiratsukuri with horimono of Dragon + and Ken, _Amakurikara Rio_, sugu-ha, signed Kagehira. + + 42. TANTO. 375, 275. Unsigned, with silver mounts engraved with a + creeper, signed Riushosai Takahisa. Black scabbard with Karakusa in + gold togidashi. + + 43. TANTO. 250, 190. Signed Mitsuhiro. Mounted entirely in metal, + embossed with dragons and tigers, partly gilt. + + 44. TANTO. Kammuri otoshi. Suguha 350, 255. Signed Fujiwara no Ason + Shizukuni (Chinkoku) Heianjo ni oite, dated Mèiji, 3. Made to the + order of Taira no Ason Takechika. Copper Kozuka with bamboo in + sumiyé, signed Dairiusai Mitsuhiro. Ribbed red scabbard. + + 45. TANTO. 320, 240. Suguha, signed Kanesada, shibuichi mounts with + cherry blossom on waves, signed Togintei Yoshiteru. Kozuka + shibuichi with cherry blossom and maple leaves iroyé in relief, + signed _Goto Mitsumasa_. + + 46. TANTO. 370, 275. Signed Kanenori. Silver fittings, tiger and waves. + Katakiri, signed Soyu, black scabbard with waves in relief. + _Ex Gilbertson, coll._ + + 47. TANTO. 440, 325. Mounted with shibuichi tsuba in the shape of two + butterflies, small fittings, shakudo kebori and hirazogan, flowers + of the four seasons, signed Sugioka Ikkio, Kozuka and Kogai to + match, iroyé in relief. Red scabbard with fukiyosé gold. + _Ex Gilbertson, coll._ + + 48. TANTO. 370, 275. Fittings in Hosono school, signed Hakuōsai + Toshihisa. The Kozuka, signed Hosono Sozaemon Masamori. + _Ex Gilbertson, coll._ + + 49. TANTO. 380, 280. Mounted in the style of the Tanaka school, all the + fittings ivory with clouds in relief and gold nunomé, lacquer + scabbard in Wakasa technique. _Ex Gilbertson, coll._ + + 50. TANTO. Mounted in carved scabbard, inlaid with a mother-of-pearl + snake. The tsuba shibuichi, with cranes in relief, signed Shokatei + Tomotsuné. Kashira with Kiri crest in gold on shakudo nanako. + _Ex Gilbertson, coll._ + + 51. TANTO. 370, 270. Narrow yakiba, signed Kanemune, the fittings + nigurome with big nanako and plum blossoms in relief silver--Kozuka + bamboo in shibuichi. + + 52. AIGUCHI. 340, 240. Midareba. Shakudo mounts, with engraved floral + _mon_, signed Kanahara Naomichi, Kozuka shakudo nanako, flowers of + Autumn, iroyé in relief, black lacquer scabbard with suzuki grass + and dew-drops of silver. + + 53. AIGUCHI. 245. With narrow yakiba, fitted on silver mounts decorated + with chidori and waves, Katakiri. Scabbard lacquered black with + chidori decoration. + + 54. BOKUTO (wooden sword) decorated with a rabbit and waves, signed + Zeshin. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[A] The dimensions in millimetres represent the whole length, the length +from Bōshi to Habaki moto, and the Sori respectively. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: YAMANAKA & Co. Plate I.] + +[Illustration: YAMANAKA & Co. Plate II.] + +[Illustration: YAMANAKA & Co. Plate III.] + +[Illustration: YAMANAKA & Co. Plate IV.] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41327.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41327.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d3d77793c672ad6c60e483d1b7fb00f9f067ac29 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41327.txt @@ -0,0 +1,382 @@ + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS + MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + + + + Volume 9, No. 15, pp. 397-404 + December 19, 1958 + + + + + New Subspecies of the Rodent Baiomys + From Central America + + BY + + ROBERT L. PACKARD + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + LAWRENCE + 1958 + + + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY + + Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch, + Robert W. Wilson + + + Volume 9, No. 15, pp. 397-404 + Published December 19, 1958 + + + UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS + Lawrence, Kansas + + + PRINTED IN + THE STATE PRINTING PLANT + TOPEKA, KANSAS + 1958 + + 27-5660 + + + + +New Subspecies of the Rodent Baiomys From Central America + +BY + +ROBERT L. PACKARD + + +The southern pygmy mouse, _Baiomys musculus_, is known as far north as +the Mexican states of Jalisco, Michoacán, south of the Mesa Central, +east to central Veracruz (see Hooper, 1952a:90), and south to western +Nicaragua (see Goodwin, 1942:161). Previously, two subspecies have been +recognized from the southern part of the known range of this species: +_B. m. nigrescens_, blackish mice from Chiapas, México, and Guatemala, +and _B. m. grisescens_, grayish-brown mice from Honduras and western +Nicaragua. Study of recently acquired specimens from Guatemala, El +Salvador, and Nicaragua reveals two additional subspecies. + +For the loan of comparative material, I am grateful to the United States +National Museum (USNM) and the American Museum of Natural History +(AMNH). Unless otherwise indicated, specimens are in the University of +Kansas Museum of Natural History. Measurements are as taken by Hooper +(1952b:10). Postpalatal length is the distance from the posterior margin +of the hard palate to the anterior margin of the foramen magnum. Unless +otherwise noted, statistical significance as used in this paper is at +the 95 per cent confidence limit or higher. + +The two heretofore undescribed subspecies are characterized below and +may be known as: + + +=_Baiomys musculus handleyi_=, new subspecies + + _Type._--Adult female, USNM No. 275604 (Biological Surveys + Collection), skin and skull; from Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala; + obtained on April 24, 1947, by Charles O. Handley, Jr., original + number 991. + + _Distribution._--Known only from the type locality; probably + inhabits parts of the east-west drainage of the Río Negro. + + _Diagnosis._--General ground color of upper parts between Wood + Brown and Buffy Brown (all capitalized color terms are those of + Ridgway, Color Standards and Color Nomenclature, Washington, D. C., + 1912), dorsal parts of fore- and hind-feet, and ankles white; in + region of median venter, throat, and chin, hairs white to base; in + lateral regions hairs Neutral Gray at base; dorsal hairs below tips + Avellaneous, Neutral Gray at base; guard hairs black-tipped; tail + white below, brownish above; nasals truncate anteriorly; + frontalparietal suture forming an obtuse angle with median-parietal + suture; alveolar-length of upper molar tooth-row and tail long. + + _Comparisons._--From _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_ (paratypes, from + the Valley of Comitán, Chiapas, México), found to the north, _B. m. + handleyi_ differs in: color paler dorsally and ventrally; fore- and + hind-feet whitish instead of dusky to sooty; hairs in region of + facial vibrissae white instead of brown; tail bicolored instead of + unicolored; anterior tips of nasals square, not rounded; + frontoparietal suture forming obtuse angle with median parietal + suture instead of a right angle; tail and alveolar length of upper + molar tooth-row significantly larger (see table 1); zygomatic + breadth, breadth of braincase, occipitonasal length, least + interorbital constriction, and length of rostrum all averaging + larger (see table 2). + + From _Baiomys musculus grisescens_ (paratypes, from Comayabuela, + Honduras) to the south, _B. m. handleyi_ differs in: buff-colored + hairs in dorsal and ventral region lacking; fore- and hind-feet + white, not flesh-colored with gray overtones; tail bicolored, not + unicolored; face paler, lacking buff-brown coloration; anterior + tips of nasals squared rather than flaring; tail and upper molar + tooth-row significantly longer (see Table 1); hind foot, ear from + notch, and rostrum longer; braincase averaging broader (see Table + 2). + +_Remarks._--The occurrence of these pale mice in the Río Negro Valley +was first noted by Goodwin (1934:39, 40) when he referred specimens from +Sacapulas and Chanquejelve, Guatemala, to _B. m. musculus_. Hooper (_op. +cit._:92-94) correctly assigned specimens from the southern coast and +eastern part of Chiapas to _B. m. nigrescens_. The continued assignment +of specimens from Sacapulas, Guatemala, to the subspecies _musculus_ +produces a hiatus both in the range of _B. m. nigrescens_ and _B. m. +musculus_. Twenty-four specimens, 14 from 1 mi. S Rabinal, and 10 from +1/2 mi. N, 1 mi. E Salama, Guatemala, are intergrades between _handleyi_ +and _grisescens_, but show more resemblance to the latter and, +therefore, are referred to that subspecies. To the north, _handleyi_ +intergrades with _nigrescens_. The specimen from Chanquejelve is an +intergrade between the two subspecies just mentioned. + +Osgood suggested (1909:259) that the degree of relative humidity might +in some way control color of pelage in this species. Relative humidity +and its subsequent effect on other related environmental factors indeed +may account for the superficial resemblance of _B. m. musculus_ to _B. +m. handleyi_ (although _handleyi_ averages paler throughout than the +paratypical series of _musculus_). Both subspecies inhabit relatively +arid country. According to Goodwin (_op. cit._:39 and Plate 5, Fig. 1), +and Handley (_in verbis_), the Río Negro Valley in the vicinity of +Sacapulas is extremely hot, dry, and rather isolated. Extremes of +climate there may exceed those in the arid habitat occupied by _B. m. +musculus_. The resemblance between these two subspecies may result from +nearly parallel selective forces that have given rise to two distinct +subspecies. _B. m. handleyi_ may have developed _in situ_. + + _Specimens examined._--Total 49, from the type locality, including + the type (12, USNM; 37, AMNH). + + +=_Baiomys musculus pullus_=, new subspecies + + _Type._--Adult female, skin and skull, University of Kansas Museum + of Natural History, No. 71605, from 8 mi. S Condega, Esteli, + Nicaragua; obtained on July 15, 1956, by A. A. Alcorn, original No. + 4218. + + _Distribution._--West-central Nicaragua, from Matagalpa northwest + into the valley of the Río Esteli, east as far as Jinotega. + + _Diagnosis._--Dorsum Fuscus-Black (see remarks), + individual dorsal hairs being black-tipped with a subterminal + Ochraceous-Buff band, Neutral Gray at base; some hairs on dorsum + all black to Neutral Gray at base; hair on sides Neutral Gray + tinged with blackish; facial region blackish becoming more buffy + ventrally; vibrissae black; tail unicolored Chaetura Black; fore- + and hind-feet whitish to dusky-white; mid-ventral region of belly + white to as far anteriorly as region of throat, hairs being white + to base; in region of anus and throat, hairs white-tipped, Neutral + Gray at base; tail long; upper molar tooth-row short as in _B. m. + nigrescens_; zygoma bowed as in _B. m. grisescens_. + + _Comparisons._--From _B. m. grisescens_ (paratypes from + Comayaguela, Honduras), _B. m. pullus_ differs in: dorsal + ground-color and tail darker; sides and distal region of belly + grayish instead of buffy-brown, thus making white stripe in region + of belly distinct; average length of body and tail significantly + longer, thus, total length greater; length of hind foot averaging + longer (68 per cent confidence limits); alveolar length of upper + molar tooth-row significantly shorter; occipitonasal and rostral + length averaging longer; zygomatic spread and interorbital region + narrower; length of incisive foramina, depth of cranium, + postpalatal length, and breadth of braincase all averaging larger + (see table 2). + + From _B. m. nigrescens_ (paratypes from Valley of Comitán), _B. m. + pullus_ differs in: dorsal ground-color slightly darker; facial + region grayish, not sooty; mid-ventral white stripe present on + belly and becoming grayish laterally; tail darker and less hairy, + average length significantly longer; body, occipitonasal length of + skull, incisive foramina, and postpalatal length averaging smaller; + hind foot shorter; zygomatic spread, interorbital region and + braincase broader (see table of measurements); cranium deeper. + +_Remarks._--_B. m. pullus_ is the darkest dorsally of any subspecies of +this species. Dalquest (1953:156) pointed out that preserved specimens +of one of the subspecies of the northern pygmy mouse, _Baiomys taylori +taylori_, tended to fade considerably over a period of four years. +Post-mortem changes in color also are apparent in the southern species +_musculus_. For example, the series of specimens from 8 mi. S of +Condega, and 9 mi. NNW Esteli, Nicaragua, have faded from near Chaetura +Black to the present Fuscous-Black in a period of two years. The most +notable change in color came after the first six months of preservation. +Allowing for this fading, the several color differences between +_pullus_, _nigrescens_ and _grisescens_ are, nevertheless, distinctive. + +TABLE 1.--ANALYSIS OF VARIATION IN ADULTS OF FOUR SUBSPECIES OF BAIOMYS +MUSCULUS (measurements in millimeters) + +===============+========+========+=========+========+========== + Number | | Length | Length | Length | Upper + of adults | Total | of | of | of | molar + averaged | length | body | tail | hind | length + | | | | foot |(alveolar) +---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+---------- + | _Baiomys musculus handleyi_ + | Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala + | +9 Av | 121.44 | 70.77 | 50.67 | 15.33 | 3.48 +Max | 128.00 | 77.00 | 54.00 | 16.00 | 3.60 +Min | 115.00 | 66.00 | 49.00 | 15.00 | 3.40 +2xStand. error | 3.60 | 3.22 | 1.26 | .44 | .05 +---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+---------- + | _Baiomys musculus pullus_ + | 8 mi. S Condega, Nicaragua + | +17 Av | 117.29 | 70.42 | 47.18 | 15.47 | 3.13 +Max | 121.00 | 74.00 | 50.00 | 17.00 | 3.20 +Min | 111.00 | 66.00 | 44.00 | 14.00 | 3.00 +2xStand. error | 1.27 | 1.51 | .75 | .35 | .03 +---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+---------- + | _Baiomys musculus grisescens_ + | Comayaguela, Honduras + | +7 Av | 103.71 | 59.00 | 44.71 | 14.57 | 3.31 +Max | 118.00 | 68.00 | 50.00 | 15.00 | 3.40 +Min | 97.00 | 51.00 | 42.00 | 13.00 | 3.20 +2xStand. error | 5.50 | 4.16 | 2.40 | .78 | .06 +---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+---------- + | _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_ + | Valley of Comitán + | +11 Av | 115.00 | 72.09 | 42.91 | 15.31 | 3.15 +Max | 120.00 | 77.00 | 45.00 | 16.00 | 3.40 +Min | 108.00 | 69.00 | 39.00 | 14.50 | 2.90 +2xStand. error | 2.12 | 1.59 | 1.0 | .23 | .10 +---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+---------- + +Geographically, _pullus_ is partly isolated by the Cerros De Villaguaire +and the Cerros El Zapotillo to the west and the Cerros De +Azaculapa to the north. Certain individuals of a series of specimens, +referable to _B. m. nigrescens_, from 1 mi. NW San Salvador +and 1 mi. S Los Planes, El Salvador, are intermediate in coloration +between that subspecies and _pullus_. Three of 28 specimens +from El Salvador possess the mid-ventral white stripe. + +TABLE 2.--CRANIAL MEASUREMENTS (in millimeters) OF ADULTS OF FOUR +SUBSPECIES OF BAIOMYS MUSCULUS + +Table headings: +Col A: Occipitonasal length +Col B: Zygomatic breadth +Col C: Postpalatal length +Col D: Least interorbital breadth +Col E: Length of incisive foramena +Col F: Length of rostrum +Col G: Breadth of braincase +Col H: Depth of cranium + +================+======+======+======+======+======+=====+=====+===== + | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H +----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+----- + | _Baiomys musculus handleyi_, + | Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala +Number | + of specimens | 8 | 8 | 8 | 9 | 9 | 9 | 8 | 8 +Type 275604 ♀ | | | | | | | | + USNM | 20.0 | 10.4 | 7.3 | 4.0 | 4.5 | 7.3 | 9.7| 7.1 +Average | 19.6 | 10.5 | 6.9 | 4.0 | 4.2 | 7.2 | 9.8| 7.1 +Maximum | 20.7 | 11.0 | 7.4 | 4.0 | 4.5 | 7.7 | 10.2| 7.2 +Minimum | 18.8 | 10.2 | 6.4 | 3.9 | 4.0 | 7.0 | 9.7| 6.8 + | | | | | | | | +----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+----- + | _Baiomys musculus pullus_, + | 8 mi. S Condega, Esteli, Nicaragua + | +Number | | | | | | | | +of specimens | 17 | 17 | 15 | 17 | 17 | 17 | 17 | 17 +Type 71605 ♀ KU | 19.2 | 10.2 | 6.8 | 3.8 | 4.3 | 6.8 | 9.5| 7.0 +Average | 19.3 | 10.2 | 7.0 | 3.9 | 4.3 | 7.0 | 9.6| 7.0 +Maximum | 19.8 | 10.6 | 7.3 | 4.1 | 4.6 | 7.4 | 10.0| 7.3 +Minimum | 18.9 | 9.7 | 6.8 | 3.8 | 4.0 | 6.5 | 9.3| 6.8 +----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+----- + | _Baiomys musculus grisescens_, + | Comayaguela, Guatemala + | +Number | + of specimens | 6 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 6 | 7 | 7 +Average | 19.7 | 10.5 | 6.9 | 3.9 | 4.1 | 7.1 | 9.6 | 6.9 +Maximum | 20.3 | 10.9 | 7.2 | 4.1 | 4.4 | 7.3 | 9.9 | 7.1 +Minimum | 19.2 | 10.2 | 6.7 | 3.7 | 3.9 | 6.8 | 9.3 | 6.8 +----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+----- + | _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_, + | Valley of Comitán, Chiapas, México + | +Number | + of specimens | 14 | 14 | 13 | 14 | 14 | 14 | 14 | 14 +Average | 19.5 | 10.1 | 7.1 | 3.8 | 4.4 | 6.9 | 9.3 | 6.9 +Maximum | 20.3 | 11.1 | 7.4 | 4.0 | 4.6 | 7.4 | 9.6 | 7.3 +Minimum | 19.1 | 9.8 | 6.7 | 3.6 | 4.2 | 6.6 | 9.0 | 6.7 +----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+----- + +Albert Alcorn wrote in his itinerary that some of the type series +were taken shortly after lunch (I assume this would mean near +noon) near a small creek, and that the specimens from 9 mi. NNW +Esteli were trapped in wood piles and rock piles about dusk. + +_Specimens examined._--Total (all from Nicaragua) 36 as follows: Esteli: +type locality, 22 (including the type); 8 mi. NNW Esteli, 3; 9 mi. NNW +Esteli, 8. Jinotega: 1 mi. NW Jinotega, 1; San Rafael Del Norte, 1 AMNH. +Matagalpa: Matagalpa, 1 AMNH. + + + + +LITERATURE CITED + + +DALQUEST, W. W. + +1953. Mammals of the Mexican state of San Luis Potosí. Louisiana State +Univ. Studies, Biol. Sci. Ser. No. 1:1-229, 1 fig., December 28. + +GOODWIN, G. G. + +1934. Mammals collected by A. W. Anthony in Guatemala, 1924-1928. +Bull. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 68:1-60, 5 pls., December 12. + +HOOPER, E. T. + +1952a. Notes on the pygmy mouse (Baiomys), with description of a new +subspecies from Mexico. Jour. Mamm., 33:90-97, February 18. + +1952b. A systematic review of the harvest mice (Genus Reithrodontomys) +of Latin America. Misc. Publ., Mus. Zool., Univ. Mich., 77:1-255, +9 pls., January 16. + +OSGOOD, W. T. + +1909. Revision of the mice of the American Genus Peromyscus. N. Amer. +Fauna, 28:1-285, 8 pls., 12 figs., April 17. + +_Transmitted August 25, 1958._ + + + * * * * * + + Transcriber's Note + Variations of spelling as presented in the paper have been retained + + fuscus; fuscous + foramen; foramena + comayabuela; comayaguela + + Bold text is represented like =this= + Italic text is represented like _this_ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41423.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41423.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fde9623dd4212cf35794dc5b7478d9eb08a7dc48 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41423.txt @@ -0,0 +1,336 @@ + + + [Illustration: GRAMMAR + MUCH WAS BEING THAT MUCH WAS SEEMING SOMEHOW MORE] + + + + + THE + CUBIES’ + ABC + + VERSED BY + MARY MILLS LYALL + + PICTURED BY + EARL HARVEY LYALL + + G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS + NEW YORK AND LONDON + + + 1913 + COPYRIGHT BY + G. P. Putnam’s Sons + + + The Knickerbocker Press, New York + + + [Illustration: THE CUBIES’ ABC + DEDICATED by THE CUBIES to + The ASSOCIATION of AMERICAN PAINTERS and SCULPTORS + ] + + + + + THE CUBIES’ + + + A is for Art in the Cubies’ domain-- + (Not the Art of the Ancients, brand-new are the Cubies.) + Archipenko’s their guide, Anatomics their bane; + They’re the joy of the mad, the despair of the sane, + (With their emerald hair and their eyes red as rubies.) + --A is for Art in the Cubies’ domain. + + +[Illustration: A] + + + B is for Beauty as Brancusi views it. + (The Cubies all vow he and Braque take the Bun.) + First you seize all that’s plain to the eye, then you lose it; + Next you search for the Soul and proceed to abuse it. + (They tell me it’s easy and no end of fun.) + --B is for Beauty as Brancusi views it. + + +[Illustration: B] + + + C is for Color Cubistic ad libitum-- + (Orange and blue, yellow, purple and green.) + “Throw them all on your boards,” Cubies say, “then exhibit ’em!” + There’ll be no colors left, if we don’t soon prohibit ’em! + (Watch them at work and you’ll see what I mean.) + --C is for Color Cubistic ad libitum. + + +[Illustration: C] + + + D is for Duchamp, the Deep-Dyed Deceiver, + Who, drawing accordeons, labels them stairs, + With a lady that must have been done in a fever,-- + His model won’t see her, we trust, it would grieve her!-- + (Should the stairway collapse, Cubie’s good at repairs.) + --D is for Duchamp, the Deep-Dyed Deceiver. + + +[Illustration: D] + + + E’s for the Ego, intense and Exotic, + Enjoyed by a Cubie, and quaintly Expressed + In a lachrymose face with a gaze idiotic + When seen on the canvas.--It’s really Quixotic + To offer one’s soul to the Cubical test! + --E’s for the Ego, intense and Exotic. + + +[Illustration: E] + + + F’s for the Future for which Cubies hanker;-- + To Hals, Perugino and all that old crew + They give up the Past without envy or rancor, + While saying in tones than which naught could be franker: + “Come, move on,--it’s our turn! They have finished with you.” + --F’s for the Future for which Cubies hanker. + + +[Illustration: F] + + + G is for Gertrude Stein’s limpid lucidity, + (Eloquent scribe of the Futurist soul.) + Cubies devour each word with avidity: + “_Alone_ words lack sense,” they affirm with placidity, + “But _how_ wise we’ll be when we’ve swallowed the whole!” + --G is for Gertrude Stein’s limpid lucidity. + + +[Illustration: G] + + + H is for Henri’s young Red Top, the shaver + Whom Cubies regard with aversion and spite. + His life-like appearance has won their disfavor: + “He might walk right out of the picture!” they quaver,-- + “Why, only to think of it fills us with fright!” + --H is for Henri’s young Red Top the shaver. + + +[Illustration: H] + + + I’s for the Cubies’ Immense Intuition,-- + “The only real need of an artist,” they say: + “Without it we all would go straight to perdition!” + Between you and me, I’ve a sneaking suspicion + The Cubies themselves appear well on the way! + --I’s for the Cubies’ Immense Intuition. + + +[Illustration: I] + + + J’s for the Jam in the Cubies’ headquarters, + And the Jar that they gave us, the first time we met; + And that same Jar of Jam from across the blue waters + Is quite unexcelled among those the importers + Have wafted us over the ocean as yet. + --J’s for the Jam in the Cubies’ headquarters. + + +[Illustration: J] + + + K’s for Kandinsky’s Kute “improvisations”-- + The Kubies abound in delight for his art: + They say there’s a Klue to his Kryptic Kreations. + By means of Picabia’s deep ratiocinations + Some day we may really decipher his heart. + --K’s for Kandinsky’s Kute “improvisations.” + + +[Illustration: K] + + + L is for Life that is “still,” as they name it, + Or “nature” that’s “dead,” as you readily see. + When you think how it’s treated, you really can’t blame it. + You’d wish, in it’s place, _you_ were dead. Just the same it + Is shocking how cruel the Cubies can be! + --L is for Life that is “still,” as they name it. + + +[Illustration: L] + + + M’s for Matisse’s Mam’selle Marguerite, + (With whom all the Cubies are madly in love;) + Her manner is so prepossessing and sweet + That, if she but had them, we’d fall at her feet! + (In her eyes, what a mingling of serpent and dove!) + --M’s for Matisse’s Mam’selle Marguerite. + + +[Illustration: M] + + + N’s for the Nudes that the Cubies portray,-- + We willingly vouch for their perfect propriety, + Even while some we regard with dismay,-- + For instance, the lady as long as Broadway: + With all due respect, we don’t crave her society! + --N’s for the Nudes that the Cubies portray. + + +[Illustration: N] + + + O’s for Objective and Optical Art, + (The kind we’ve been used to, these long years gone by,) + Which the Cubie Objects to with all of his heart: + “Make the Object Subjective,” he says, “at the start,-- + Just a matter of Grammar, as easy as pie!” + --O’s for Objective and Optical Art. + + +[Illustration: O] + + + P’s for Picasso, Picabia and Party + (Who deal in abstractions, distractions and such.) + When, with vision chaotic and expletives hearty, + You beg of a Cubie their sense to impart, he + Profoundly makes answer: “In little is much.” + --P’s for Picasso, Picabia and Party. + + +[Illustration: P] + + + Q’s for the Queerness we Stand-patters feel + When Progressive young Cubies start Art reformation. + They’re strong on Initiative, praise the Square Deal: + “Though the Cubic is best!” they aggressively squeal; + “Painting things as you see them is rank deformation!” + --Q’s for the Queerness we Stand-patters feel. + + +[Illustration: Q] + + + R is for Reason and poor old Reality, + Once in the fashion, but now obsolete, + Banished forever with grim actuality. + Now the sole law is one’s own personality-- + Find its Cube Root and you have it complete. + --R is for Reason and poor old Reality. + + +[Illustration: R] + + + S is for Schamberg’s fair dame at her ’phone, + Conversing with G. Stein, the Futurist scribe. + The Cubies, eavesdropping, hear Gertrude bemoan: + “This one feeling many far seeming alone, + The bluer the bliss the redder the bribe!” + --S is for Schamberg’s fair dame at her ’phone. + + +[Illustration: S] + + + T’s for the Type of Tree Chabaud’s erected. + The Cubies insist it’s as useful as fair + For a game that they play when they’re feeling dejected, + (A use which not every one would have detected,) + Lassoing the branches with rings of their hair. + --T’s for the Type of Tree Chabaud’s erected. + + +[Illustration: T] + + + U’s for the Union so Utterly Useless + Uniting the members that make up the whole. + Against it the Cubies wage war that is truceless: + “Such rage for convention,” they cry, “is excuseless! + Away with cohesion, and set free the Soul!” + --U’s for the Union so Utterly Useless. + + +[Illustration: U] + + + V is for Villon’s musicianly lady + (With charm evanescent and Visage remote.) + The picnics he gives in his orchards so shady + Account for his hit with the Cubes. I’m afraid he + Will spoil them completely for plain table d’hôte. + --V is for Villon’s musicianly lady. + + +[Illustration: V] + + + W’s for Woolworth, the building so stable, + (Erected with nickels and dimes by us all,) + Which Cubies paint writhing from cellar to gable, + Distinctly resembling the Tower of Babel, + Some decades ago, just preceding its fall. + --W’s for Woolworth, the building so stable. + + +[Illustration: W] + + + X is the Xit, Xtremely alluring + When Cubies invite us to study their Art; + And the Xquisite pain we are sadly enduring + The while they protest, with an air reassuring: + “Of course this is merely a diffident _start_!” + --X is the Xit, Xtremely alluring. + + +[Illustration: X] + + + Y’s for the Yawn overcoming each Cubie + At sight of a painting not done in his style: + “If a man doesn’t use all the colors, from ruby + To sapphire and emerald and topaz--the booby!-- + To look at _his_ canvas is not worth one’s while!” + --Y’s for the Yawn overcoming each Cubie. + + +[Illustration: Y] + + + Z is for Zak’s summer-time composition; + The Cubies regard his plump hills with delight. + They are somewhat fatigued after this exhibition + And tempted to slumber; so, with your permission, + We’ll tuck them in snugly and bid them goodnight. + --Z is for Zak’s summer-time composition. + + +[Illustration: Z] + +[Illustration: FINIS] + +[Illustration: A B C] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41431.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41431.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b015dccc2b0c1965da08405e80f883b5a35f9125 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41431.txt @@ -0,0 +1,680 @@ + + +[Illustration: Cover] + + + + + LAKELAND ONCE MORE + + Mere under mountain lone, like a moat under lowering ramparts; + Garrulous petulant beck, sinister laughterless tarn; + Haunt of the vagabond feet of my fancy for ever reverting, + Haunt of this vagabond heart, Cumbrian valleys and fells; + You that enchant all ears with the manifold tones of silence, + You that around me, in youth, magical filaments wove; + You were my earliest possession, and when shall its fealty falter? + Ah, when Helvellyn is low! ah, when Winander is dry! + + WILLIAM WATSON. + + + + +[Frontispiece: WINDERMERE FROM WANSFELL.] + + + + +Quotation & Picture Series + + + + THE + ENGLISH LAKE + DISTRICT + + + +EDITED BY + +J. B. REYNOLDS, B.A + + + + + A. & C. BLACK, LTD. + 4, 5 & 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON + 1915 + + + + +My thanks are due to the following authors and publishers who have +kindly granted permission for the inclusion of copyright poems and +extracts: to Mr William Watson, for extracts from "Wordsworth's Grave" +and "Lakeland Once More"; to Messrs Macmillan & Co., Ltd., for lines by +Matthew Arnold on "Wordsworth's Grave" and an extract from his poem +entitled "Resignation"; to the Ruskin Literary Trustees and their +publishers, Messrs George Allen & Unwin, Ltd., for two extracts from +"Modern Painters"; to Mrs W. G. Collingwood and Messrs Methuen & Co., +Ltd., for an extract from "The Life of John Ruskin"; to Mrs F. W. H. +Myers and Messrs Longmans, Green & Co., for a poem from "Fragments of +Prose and Poetry" by F. W. H. Myers; and also to Messrs Longmans, Green +& Co., for an extract from the "Life and Correspondence of Robert +Southey" by the Rev. C. Southey. + +J. B. R. + + + + +LIST OF PICTURES + + +Windermere from Wansfell . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ + +Dove Cottage, Grasmere + +Grasmere--Evening Sun + +Grasmere Church + +Stepping Stones, Far Easedale, Grasmere + +Dungeon Ghyll Force + +Blea Tarn and Langdale Pikes + +Brantwood, Coniston Lake + +Ullswater from Gowbarrow Park + +Thirlmere and Helvellyn + +Raven Crag, Thirlmere + +Derwentwater from Castle Head + +Lodore and Derwentwater + +Derwentwater and Bassenthwaite Lake + +Wastwater and Scawfell + +Silvery Duddon + + + + +DOVE COTTAGE + +This was the home of Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy from December +1799 to May 1808. When Wordsworth left the cottage for two months in +1802 on the occasion of his honeymoon he wrote "A Farewell," which +begins:-- + + + "Farewell, thou little nook of mountain ground, + Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair + Of that magnificent temple which doth bound + One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare; + Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, + The lovliest spot that man hath ever found, + Farewell!--we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care, + Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround. + + + +De Quincey also lived at Dove Cottage from 1809-1816. He has described +it as follows:-- + +Let the cottage be a real cottage, in fact (for I must abide by the +actual scene), a white cottage, embowered with flowering shrubs, so +chosen as to unfold a succession of flowers upon the walls, and +clustering round the windows through all months of spring, summer, and +autumn--beginning, in fact, with May roses, and ending with jasmine. + + + +[Illustration: DOVE COTTAGE, GRASMERE] + + + + +GRASMERE + +There are many descriptions in Dorothy Wordsworth's journal of Grasmere +and Rydal Waters of which the following extracts are typical:-- + + +SATURDAY, 26th (December 1801).... + +We walked to Rydale. Grasmere Lake a beautiful image of stillness, +clear as glass, reflecting all things. The wind was up, and the waters +sounding. The lake of a rich purple, the fields a soft yellow, the +island yellowish-green, the copses red-brown, the mountains purple, the +church and buildings how quiet they were! + +Sunday, 31st (January 1802).... We walked round the two lakes. +Grasmere was very soft, and Rydale was extremely beautiful from the +western side. Nab Scar was just topped by a cloud which, cutting it +off as high as it could be cut off, made the mountain look uncommonly +lofty. We sate down a long time with different plans. I always love +to walk that way, because it is the way I first came to Rydale and +Grasmere, and because our dear Coleridge did also. When I came with +Wm., 6 and ½ years ago, it was just at sunset. There was a rich yellow +light on the waters, and the islands were reflected there. To-day it +was grave and soft but not perfectly calm. + + + +[Illustration: GRASMERE--EVENING SUN.] + + + + +GRASMERE CHURCH + +In the churchyard are the graves of Wordsworth, his wife, son, +daughter, and two children who died in infancy, as well as of +his sister Dorothy. + + + The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here; + Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows; + Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near, + And with cool murmur lulling his repose. + + Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near. + His hills, his lakes, his streams are with him yet. + Surely the heart that reads her own heart clear + Nature forgets not soon: 'tis we forget. + + _Wordsworth's Grave_, + WILLIAM WATSON. + + + + Keep fresh the grass upon his grave, + O Rotha, with thy living wave, + Sing him thy best! for few or none + Hear thy voice right, now he is gone. + + _Memorial Verses_, + MATTHEW ARNOLD. + + + +[Illustration: GRASMERE CHURCH.] + + + + + A LAKELAND WALK + + A gate swings to! our tide hath flow'd + Already from the silent road. + The valley-pastures, one by one, + Are threaded, quiet in the sun; + And now beyond the rude stone bridge + Slopes gracious up the western ridge. + Its woody border, and the last + Of its dark upland farms is past-- + Cool farms, with open-lying stores, + Under their burnish'd sycamores; + All past! and through the trees we glide, + Emerging on the green hill-side. + There climbing hangs, a far-seen sign, + Our wavering, many-colour'd line; + There winds, upstreaming slowly still + Over the summit of the hill + And now, in front, behold outspread + Those upper regions we must tread! + Mid hollows, and clear heathy swells, + The cheerful silence of the fells. + Some two hours' march with serious air, + Through the deep noontide heats we fare; + The red-grouse, springing at our sound, + Skims, now and then, the shining ground; + No life, save his and ours, intrudes + Upon these breathless solitudes. + + _Resignation_, + MATTHEW ARNOLD. + + + +[Illustration: STEPPING STONES, FAR EASEDALE, GRASMERE.] + + + + +DUNGEON GHYLL FORCE + +This spot is the scene of the lamb's rescue described by +Wordsworth in the "Idle Shepherd-boys." + + + It was a spot which you may see + If ever you to Langdale go; + Into a chasm a mighty block + Hath fallen, and made a bridge of rock: + The gulf is deep below; + And, in a basin black and small, + Receives a lofty waterfall. + + With staff in hand across the cleft + The challenger pursued his march; + And now, all eyes and feet, hath gained + The middle of the arch. + When list! he hears a piteous moan-- + Again!--his heart within him dies-- + His pulse is stopped, his breath is lost, + He totters, pallid as a ghost, + And, looking down, espies + A lamb, that in the pool is pent + Within that black and frightful rent. + + * * * * * + + When he had learnt what thing it was, + That sent this rueful cry; I ween + The boy recovered heart, and told + The sight which he had seen. + + * * * * * + + And there the helpless lamb he found + By those huge rocks encompassed round. + + + +[Illustration: DUNGEON GHYLL FORCE.] + + + + +MOUNTAIN TARNS + + There is a power to bless + In hill-side loneliness, + In tarns and dreary places, + A virtue in the brook, + A freshness in the look + Of mountain's joyless faces. + + * * * * * + + And so when life is dull, + Or when my heart is full + Because coy dreams have frowned, + I wander up the rills + To stones and tarns and hills,-- + I go there to be crowned. + + F. W. FABER. + + + + Ye mountains and ye lakes, + And sounding cataracts, ye mists and winds + That dwell among the hills where I was born, + If in my youth I have been pure in heart, + If, mingling with the world I am content + With my own modest pleasures, and have lived + With God and Nature communing, removed + From little enmities and low desires-- + The gift is yours. + + _The Prelude_, + WORDSWORTH. + + + +[Illustration: BLEA TARN AND LANGDALE PIKES.] + + + + +BRANTWOOD + +Brantwood was the home of John Ruskin during the latter +years of his life. Mr W. G. Collingwood in his life of Ruskin +has described the journey to Brantwood, as it was in Ruskin's +time, as follows:-- + + +After changing and changing trains, and +stopping at many a roadside station, at +last you see suddenly, over the wild +undulating country, the Coniston Old Man--maen, +stone: a survival of Celtic Cumbria--and its +crags, abrupt on the left, and the lake, long and +narrow, on the right. Across the water, tiny in +the distance and quite alone amongst forests and +moors, there is Brantwood; and beyond it +everything seems uncultivated, uninhabited, except for +one grey farmhouse high on the fell, where gaps +in the ragged larches show how bleak and +storm-swept a spot it is.... You drive up and down a +narrow, hilly lane, catching peeps of mountains +and sunset through thick, overhanging trees; you +turn sharp up through a gate under dark firs +and larches; and the carriage stops in what +seems in the twilight a sort of court--a gravelled +space, one side formed by a rough stone wall +crowned with laurels and almost precipitous +coppice, the brant (or steep) wood above, and the +rest is Brantwood with a capital B. + + Chapter vi. Vol. ii. + _The Life and Work of John Ruskin_. + W. G. Collingwood. + + + +[Illustration: BRANTWOOD, CONISTON LAKE.] + + + + +ULLSWATER + +On April 15th, 1802, Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy visited this +lake, and, near Gowbarrow Park, saw the daffodils which he has +described in the following poem, and she in her diary. + + + I wandered lonely as a cloud + That floats on high o'er vales and hills, + When all at once I saw a crowd, + A host of golden daffodils; + Beside the lake, beneath the trees, + Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. + + Continuous as the stars that shine + And twinkle on the milky way, + They stretched in never-ending line + Along the margin of the bay: + Ten thousand saw I at a glance, + Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. + + The waves beside them danced, but they + Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: + A poet could not but be gay, + In such a jocund company: + I gazed--and gazed--but little thought + What wealth the show to me had brought: + + For oft, when on my couch I lie + In vacant or in pensive mood, + They flash upon that inward eye + Which is the bliss of solitude; + And then my heart with pleasure fills, + And dances with the daffodils. + + + +[Illustration: ULLSWATER FROM GOWBARROW PARK.] + + + + +HELVELLYN + +In the spring of 1805 a gentleman perished by losing his way on +Helvellyn. His remains were not discovered till three months +afterwards, when they were found guarded by his dog. Sir W. Scott +visited the Lake District later on in the same year and composed the +following poem:-- + + + I climb'd the dark brow of mighty Helvellyn, + Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide; + All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, + And starting around me the echoes replied. + On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, + And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, + One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, + When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died. + + Dark green was that spot 'mid the brown mountain-heather, + Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay stretch'd in decay, + Like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather, + Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay. + Not yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, + For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, + The much-loved remains of her master defended, + And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. + + _Helvellyn_, + SCOTT. + + + +[Illustration: THIRLMERE AND HELVELLYN.] + + + + +THE MOUNTAIN GLORY + +They seem to have been built for the human race, as at once their +schools and cathedrals; full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for +the scholar, kindly in simple lessons to the worker, quiet in pale +cloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness for the worshipper. + +_Modern Painters, Vol. iv.,_ + RUSKIN. + + + O rock and torrent, lake and hill, + Halls of a home austerely still, + Remote and solemn view! + O valley, where the wanderer sees + Beyond the towering arch of trees + Helvellyn and the blue! + + Great Nature! on our love was shed + From thine abiding goodlihead + Majestic fostering; + We wondered, half afraid to own + In hardly-conscious hearts upgrown + So infinite a thing. + + Within, without, whate'er hath been, + In cosmic deeps the immortal scene + Is mirrored, and shall last:-- + Live the long looks, the woodland ways, + That twilight of enchanted days,-- + The imperishable Past. + + FREDERICK W. MYERS + + + +[Illustration: RAVEN CRAG, THIRLMERE.] + + + + +DERWENTWATER + + Once more, O Derwent! to thy awful shores + I come, insatiate of the accustomed sight, + And, listening as the eternal torrent roars, + Drink in with eye and ear a fresh delight; + For I have wandered far by land and sea, + In all my wanderings still remembering thee. + + SOUTHEY. + + + +FRIAR'S CRAG + +The first thing which I remember, as an event in life, was being taken +by my nurse to the brow of Friar's Crag on Derwentwater; the intense +joy mingled with awe, that I had in looking through the hollows in the +mossy roots, over the crag, into the dark lake, has associated itself +more or less with all twining roots of trees ever since. + + _Modern Painters, Volume iii.,_ + RUSKIN. + + + +[Illustration: DERWENTWATER FROM CASTLE HEAD. This view is taken +looking up Borrowdale, with Lodore in the centre of the picture. +Friar's Crag is just outside the view to the right of the foreground.] + + + + +THE FALLS OF LODORE + +DESCRIBED IN RHYMES FOR THE NURSERY. + + How does the water + Come down at Lodore? + My little boy ask'd me + Thus, once on a time; + And moreover he task'd me + To tell him in rhyme. + + * * * * * + + Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting, + Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, + Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, + And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, + And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, + And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, + And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, + And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, + And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; + And so never ending, but always descending, + Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, + All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, + And this way the water comes down at Lodore. + + SOUTHEY. + + + +[Illustration: LODORE AND DERWENTWATER.] + + + + +DERWENTWATER AND BASSENTHWAITE + +Greta Hall, which was the residence of S. T. Coleridge from 1800 to +1804 and for a short time in 1806, as well as of R. Southey from Sept. +1803 to his death in March 1843, commands a view of both these lakes. +Coleridge in a letter to Southey from Greta Hall, dated 13th April +1801, describes the situation of the house as follows:-- + + +Behind the house is an orchard, and a small wood on a steep slope, at +the foot of which flows the river Greta, which winds round and catches +the evening lights in the front of the house. In front we have a +giant's camp--an encamped army of tent-like mountains, which, by an +inverted arch, gives a view of another vale. On our right the lovely +vale and the wedge-shaped lake of Bassenthwaite; and on our left +Derwentwater and Lodore in view, and the fantastic mountains of +Borrowdale. Behind us the massy Skiddaw, smooth, green, high, with two +chasms and a tent-like ridge in the larger. A fairer scene you have +not seen in all your wanderings. + +_Life and Correspondence of Robert Southey_, + By the REV. C. SOUTHEY. + + + +[Illustration: DERWENTWATER AND BASSENTHWAITE LAKE.] + + + + + WASTWATER + + There is a lake hid far among the hills, + That raves around the throne of solitude, + Not fed by gentle streams, or playful rills, + But headlong cataract and rushing flood. + There gleam no lovely hues of hanging wood, + No spot of sunshine lights her sullen side; + For horror shaped the wild in wrathful mood, + And o'er the tempest heaved the mountains' pride. + + Written, on the banks of Wastwater during a storm, + by CHRISTOPHER NORTH (Professor Wilson). + + + + SCAWFELL + + I stood upon the mountain, whose vast brow + Looks down his four concentrate vales below; + Here Esk smiles coyly thro' his woody glade; + There Wastdale's chaos flings its length of shade; + Next in bright contrast with that gloomy vale, + The life and loveliness of Borrowdale; + And last, that wild and deep and swampy dell, + Where Langdale's summits frown upon Bowfell. + + _Storm on Scawfell_, + T. E. HANKINSON. + + + +[Illustration: WASTWATER AND SCAWFELL.] + + + + + THE RIVER DUDDON + + Return Content! for fondly I pursued, + Even when a child, the Streams--unheard, unseen; + Through tangled woods, impending rocks between; + Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed + The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood-- + Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keen, + Green as the salt-sea billows, white and green-- + Poured down the hills, a choral multitude! + + * * * * * + + Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; + The Form remains, the Function never dies; + While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, + We Men, who in our morn of youth defied + The elements, must vanish;--be it so! + Enough if something from our hands have power + To live, and act, and serve the future hour; + And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, + Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, + We feel that we are greater than we know. + + _The River Duddon_, + WORDSWORTH. + + + +[Illustration: SILVERY DUDDON.] + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41518.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41518.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e890a1233d172f91b74e9611c524f4b45d6b9568 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41518.txt @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ + + +The Battle of Sempach + +A Story +By +Robert Walser (1878-1956) + +Berlin. +The Future Press. +1908. + +One day, in the middle of high summer, a military expedition was +advancing slowly down the dusty country road that led towards a +district of Luzern. The bright, actually more than bright, sun +dazzled down over swaying armour serving to cover human bodies, +over prancing horses, over helmets and parts of faces, over equine +heads and tails, over ornaments and plumes and stirrups as big as +snowshoes. To the right and to the left of the shining military +expedition spread out meadows with thousands of fruit trees in them +up as far as hills that, looming up out of the blue-smelling, half-hazy +distance, beckoned and had the same effect as light and carefully +painted window dressing. It was before noon and the heat was already +oppressive. It was a meadowy heat, a heat contained in grass, hay +and dust, for thick clouds of dust were being thrown up that sometimes +descended like a veil over parts and sections of the army. Sluggishly, +ploddingly, carelessly the long cavalcade moved forward. Sometimes +it looked like a shimmering and elongated snake, sometimes like a +lizard of enormous girth, sometimes like a large piece of cloth, +richly embroidered with figures and colourful shapes and ceremoniously +trailed as with ladies, elderly and domineering ones as far as I'm +concerned, accustomed to dragging trains behind them. In all this +military might's method and way of doing things, in the stamping of +feet and the clinking of weapons, in this rough and ready clatter +lurked an "as far as I'm concerned" that was uniform, something +impudent, full of confidence, something upsetting, slowly pushing to +one side. All these knights were conversing, as far as their iron-clad +mouths would allow them, in joyful verbal banter with each other. +Peals of laughter rang out and this sound was admirably suited to +the bright tones emitted by weapons and chains and golden belts. The +morning sun still appeared to caress a good deal of brass and finer +metal. The sounds of tin whistles flew sunward. Now and again one +of the many footmen walking as if on stilts would tender to his +mounted lord a delicate titbit, stuck on a silver fork, right up to his +swaying saddle. Wine was drunk on the move, poultry consumed +and nothing edible spat out, with an easy-going, carefree amiability, +for this was no earnest war involving chivalry they were riding to, but +more of a punitive expedition, a statutory rape, bloody, scornful, +histrionic things. Everybody there thought so and everybody saw +already the heap of cut-off heads that would redden the meadow. +Among the leaders of the expedition was many a wonderful noble +young man splendidly attired, sitting on horseback like a male angel +flown down from a blue uncertain heaven. Many a one had taken +off his helmet to make things more comfortable for himself and given +it to an attendant to carry. By doing so he displayed to the air a +peculiarly finely drawn face that was a mixture of innocence and +exuberance. They were telling the latest jokes and discussing the +most up-to-date stories of courtly women. The serious ones in their +company they tolerated as best they could; it seemed today as if +a pensive expression was deemed to be improper and unchivalrous. +The hair of the young knights who had taken their helmets off, shone +and smelt of oil and unguents and sweet-smelling water that they had +poured on it as if it had been a matter of riding to visit a coquette to +sing her charming love songs. Their hands, from which the iron +gauntlets had been taken off, did not look like those of warriors, +but manicured and pampered, slender and white like the hands of +young girls. + +Only one person in the wild procession was serious. Already his +outward appearance, armour that was deep black broken up with +tender gold, indicated how the person it covered thought. He was the +noble Duke Leopold of Austria. This man did not speak a word and +seemed completely lost in anxious thoughts. His face looked like that +of a person who is being pestered by a fly that is impudently flying +round his eye. This fly may well have been a presentiment that +something bad was going to happen for a smile that was permanently +both contemptuous and sad played over his mouth. He kept his head +lowered. The whole world, however cheerful it looked, seemed to him +to roll and thunder angrily. Or was it just the thunder of the +trampling hooves of horses as the army was now passing over a wooden +bridge that spanned the river Reuss? Nevertheless something +foreshadowing misfortune hovered horribly around the duke's bodily +form. + +* * * + +The army stopped near the little town of Sempach. It was now about +two o'clock in the afternoon. It may have been three o'clock. It was +a matter of indifference to the knights what the time might be. As far +as they were concerned it could have been eight o'clock at night--they +would have found that quite in order. They were already terribly bored +and found even the slightest trace of military discipline laughable. It +was a dull moment. It was like a parade ground manoeuvre how they +jumped from their saddles to take up a position. No-one wanted to +laugh any more. They had already laughed so much. Yawning and +exhaustion had set in. Even the horses seemed to understand that +all one could do now was yawn. The servants on foot tucked into +the remnants of the food and wine, quaffed and scoffed what there +was still left to scoff and quaff. How ridiculous this whole +expedition appeared to all concerned! This shabby little town that +was still holding out: how stupid it all was! + +The call of a horn rang out suddenly through the frightful heat and +boredom. It left one or two more attentive ears particularly inquisitive +as to what it might be. Listen: there it is again. It really did +sound out again and it could generally have been believed that it +was now ringing out from not so far away. "All good things come +in threes," lisped a facetious fop. "Sound one more time, horn!" +And time marched on. People had become somewhat pensive--and +now, in addition, frightened, as if the thing had grown wings and was +riding on fiery monsters in that direction, consumed by flames and +shouting, setting up a long cry: We're coming! It was in truth as +if a subterranean world had suddenly received a breath of fresh air, +breaking in through the hard earth above. The sound was like the +opening up of a dark precipice and it seemed as if the sun were +shining down now out of a darkened sky even more glowingly, even +more harshly, but a light coming down out of hell and not out of +heaven. People laughed again--there are moments when man thinks +he ought to smile when really what he feels is the icy grip of terror. +The mood of a military expedition made up of many men is, at the +end of the day, not very different from the mood of a single and +solitary individual. The whole of the landscape in its stifling white +heat now seemed to be still making a hooting noise. It had turned +into the sounds of horns and now there entered without any more +ado into the range of horns being blown, as if from an opening, the +crowd of men from whom the sound had gone out. Now the landscape +was featureless. The sky and the earth in summer came together as +something solid. The season disappeared. A geographical location, +a tilting yard, a bellicose play area had become a battlefield. +Nature plays no part in a battle. Everything depends on luck, the +calibre of the weaponry, one crowd of people and another crowd +of people. + +The rushing forward, to all appearances heated, crowd drew nearer. +And the crowd of knights stood firm seeming for once to have knit +together. Lads of iron held their lances out in front of them so that +you could have driven a coach and four over the resulting bridge so +densely packed were the knights and so unsurprisingly lance after +lance stuck out, immobile, unmovable, just the thing one might have +thought for one of the pushing, pressing, human chests opposite to be +spitted by. Here a stupid wall of sharp points, there men in shirts, only +half dressed. Here the art of war practised in the most narrow-minded +of ways, there men in the grip of inarticulate anger. One after another +they ran forward boldly just to put an end to this despicable lack of +enthusiasm and threw themselves onto the tip of a lance, crazy, mad, +driven by rage and fury. They ended up, of course, falling over one +another on the ground without having been able even to inflict a wound +with their hand-held weapons on the plumed and helmeted louts +of iron opposite. They fell face down into the dusty horse dung left +behind on the ground by noble mounts. And so it befell nearly all +these men in a state of undress while the lances, already reddened +by their blood, seemed to smile at them disdainfully. + +* * * + +No. That was nothing. One saw oneself compelled to make use of +a trick in order to be on the side of humanity. Confronted by art, +either art or some lofty thought was called for and that lofty thought, +in the shape of a man of lofty face, immediately stepped forward as if +pushed there by a supernatural power and addressed his countrymen: +"Look after my wife and my children. I'll make a path through for you." +And he threw himself forthwith so as not to let cool his desire for +self-sacrifice onto four or five lances and pulled down several more, +as many as he could force to his chest in the act of dying. It was as +if he could not embrace these iron points enough and drag them into +himself to be able to die with unlimited resources and to lie on the +ground and turn into a bridge for men who then trampled over his +body, on the lofty thought that wanted to be trampled on. Nothing +will ever again compare with such a thrashing and the way in which +those lightly-clad valley and mountain folk smashed that clumsy, +despicable wall and tore it and beat it to bits like tigers ripping to +pieces a defenceless herd of cows. The knights had become almost +totally defenceless since, being hemmed in, they could hardly move +to the side. Mounted knights were popped from their horses like +paper bags filled with air pop when you clap your hands on them. +The herdsmen's weapons now proved frightful and their light summer +clothing just right. Armour to the knights was that much more +burdensome. Heads were stroked by side-swipes, only stroked +apparently, and turned out to have been severed. More and more +knights were being struck down, horses overturned and the power +and rage of the onslaught kept increasing. The duke was killed +outright. It would have been a miracle had he not been killed. +Those who were raining down blows shouted as they did so, +as if it were appropriate, as if just killing were too slight an +annihilation, only a half measure. + +Heat, steam, the smell of blood, dirt and dust and the shouting and +yelling merged in a wild, diabolical turmoil. The dying hardly even +felt the onset of their death, they died so quickly. They suffocated +in droves in their showy iron armour, those threshing flails. What +further comment need be made? Each of them would gladly have +given a damn, had they still been able to. Fine noblemen drowned +in their hundreds; no, they were drownded in the nearby Lake of +Sempach; they were drownded because they were pushed into the +water like cats and dogs. They overbalanced and fell over one +another in their elegant pointed shoes--it was a real shame. The +most splendid armour plating could only vouchsafe to its wearer +oblivion and the realisation of this frightening presentiment was not +contradicted. What did it matter now that at home, in the Aargau +or in Swabia, knights owned land and people, had a beautiful +wife, servants, maidservants, fruit trees, fields and woods and +collected taxes and enjoyed the finest privileges? That only made +dying in these pools of water between the pressing down knee of +a crazy herdsman and a piece of earth more bitter and more wretched. +The warhorses in their uncontrolled flight naturally stamped on their +own masters. Many knights, in the abruptness of their desire to +dismount, got caught up in the stirrups with their silly but fashionable +footwear and were left hanging from them so that they bumped +themselves over the grass bleeding from the backs of their heads. +Their shocked eyes in the meantime, before they closed for good, +saw the sky burn above them like an angry flame. Herdsmen also +died, of course, but for every one bare-breasted and bare-armed +combatant who died there were always ten armour-plated and +wrapped up ones. The battle of Sempach teaches us, in fact, how +dreadfully stupid it is to wrap up well. If only those puppets had +been able to move, yes, they would have done. Some did manage +to do so, so that they were finally able to free themselves from that +totally unbearable thing they were carrying on their body. "I am +fighting with slaves. How disgusting!" cried a handsome youth with +yellowish hair falling down to his shoulders and sank to the ground, +hit full in his fair face by a vicious blow, where he, fatally wounded, +bit the grass with his half-smashed teeth. A few herdsmen, whose +deadly weapons had gone missing from their hands, pulled +down like wrestlers in a wrestling ring their opponents from below by +the scruff of the neck and head or threw themselves, avoiding counter +blows, at the throat of a knight and throttled him, strangling him to +death. + +* * * + +Meanwhile it had started to go dark. The dying light still glowed in +trees and bushes while the sun went down among the dusky foothills +of the Alps like a dead, sad and handsome man. The grim battle was +over. The snow-white, pallid Alps let their fine, cold brows hang down +and in the background was the world. Burial details gathered up the +dead, went around quietly doing this, lifted up the fallen who were +lying on the ground and took them to the mass grave that other men +had dug. Standards and armour were piled up together till they formed +an imposing heap. Money and treasure together. Everything was set +down in a certain place. Most of these strong and simple men had +grown silent and well-behaved. They were observing the captured +valuables not without a melancholic contempt, walking up and down +the meadows, looking at the faces of the slain and washing off the +blood when it pleased them to see what the sullied facial features +looked like. Two youths were found at the foot of some shrubs with +young, bright faces, lips still smiling even in death and with their arms +around each other as they lay on the ground. One of them had suffered +a blow to the chest while the other had had his body ripped open. +There was work for them to do till late at night. After that torches +were used to find corpses. They came across the body of Arnold +von Winkelried and beheld him with reverence. When the men buried +him, they sang with deep voices one of their simple songs. There was +no more pomp under the circumstances. There were no priests there. +What would one have done with priests? Praying and thanking God +for the hard-fought victory had to happen quietly without church +candles. Then they went home. And after a few days they were +scattered back again in their high valleys. They were working, +serving, saving, looking after businesses, doing what needed to be +done and still spoke occasionally of the battle they had lived +through, though not much. They were not hailed as heroes (well, +perhaps a little in Luzern on their triumphal entry to that town). No +matter. The days glided over it, for the days, with their multiplicity +of cares, were harsh and raw even then, in 1386. A great deed +does not strike from the calendar the arduous sequence of days. +Life does not stand still for long on the day of a battle. History +just pauses a short while until it too, forced on by life's imperious +demands, has to hasten forward. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41615.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41615.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..368706984b1e17aa32ffe963503e37c1c86e00ed --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41615.txt @@ -0,0 +1,455 @@ + + + Transcriber's Notes: In the original, it is difficult to ascertain + whether a given page break is also a stanza break. Judgment has been + applied. Original italics are marked herein with underscores, before + and after; original small-caps have been raised to uppercase. + + + + + [Illustration: TUFFY TODD.] + + TUFFY TODD'S ADVENTURE. + + _A TRUE STORY_, + + BY SAMUEL DOGGEREL, ESQUIRE, + OF PHILADELPHIA. + + PRINTED FOR + _Private Circulation_. + + COPYRIGHT 1886 BY GEORGE BARRIE. + + + + + TO + + MR. and MRS. ORRIN TODD, + + IN GRATEFUL MEMORY OF THE HAPPY HOURS SPENT + AT HILLSIDE HOME, + + AND TO + + THE HIGHLY VALUED FRIENDS GATHERED FOR A TIME + UNDER THE SAME HOSPITABLE ROOF-TREE, + + _The accompanying Rhymes are affectionately dedicated by_ + THE AUTHOR. + + + + + INTRODUCTORY NOTE. + + "TUFFY TODD'S ADVENTURE" is the record of + an incident which actually occurred during the + past summer while the writer was spending his + vacation in a retired but charming part of the + Catskill Mountains. + + It was written for the amusement of the guests + at TODD'S "Hillside Home," to whom the facts as + set forth were familiar, and who will recognize in + the following lines the story as it originally appeared + in the so-called _Dry Brook Evening Mail_. + + S. D. + + Philadelphia, Nov. 22, 1886. + + + + + TUFFY TODD'S ADVENTURE. + + + There is a little dog whose name + Is Tuffy Todd, who has the same + Wise look as many a dog you've met; + And is a well-bred house-dog pet, + But quaintly called in rhyme a hound, + To please the poet's ear for sound. + Round as a mole, he's fat and fair, + And robed in coat of whitest hair; + His soft brown eyes are bright and clear, + His little ears are quick to hear. + He has a kind expressive face, + With every feature full of grace; + In disposition meek and mild, + He's gentle as a little child; + But has his own peculiar way, + As all who hear will surely say. + + He is to people so polite, + You'd think he'd never bark or bite, + But strangers climbing up the hill + Will shout in vain: "You hound, be still!" + And traveler late in midnight dark + Is sure to hear Tuff's loudest bark, + While tramps who come about the yard + Must flee or face a valiant guard. + + Although he has a host of friends, + To them he rarely condescends, + And their caresses kindly made + Are with indifference coldly paid. + He lives for Master Orrin Todd + And worships him as household god; + With him Tuff wildly romps and plays, + And from his side but seldom strays. + At times when Orrin goes away + To tarry but a single day, + He bids his Tuffy stay behind + And try to have a peaceful mind. + But Tuff, so sad and desolate, + Lies down alone to meditate; + Or seeks the porch--a sunny place-- + To watch for Todd's returning face, + Or wait until the voice so dear + Shall fall like music on his ear. + Unmoved by other sight or sound + He lies as if in thought profound. + Call him, he seems both deaf and dumb + Unless you say: "Ho! _Orrin's_ come!" + When quick, like one from sleep, he springs, + And flies, as swift as bird on wings, + To meet his master and his friend,-- + Then Tuffy's mourning has an end. + His ways eccentric may appear, + But in the sequel they'll be clear. + + Now little Tuff, it may seem strange, + Had lived at home, nor thought of change; + But one calm morning clear and bright, + As if new visions filled his sight, + To _Griffin's Corners_ begged a ride + In Orrin's wagon by his side. + Good Master Todd could not deny + The pleading of poor Tuffy's eye, + And said: "Jump in and take a seat, + And you shall have a royal treat; + For though we go by mountain road + And do not want a heavy load, + Our sprightly horses strong and true + Will never mind a mite like you." + Then Tuff leaped in and sat erect + As if to show his intellect, + When off they rode with hearts of glee, + And warmer friends you rarely see. + + Now Orrin thought it would be nice + To give his Tuffy some advice: + "Be careful, Tuffy mine," said he, + "We go where many dangers be; + Turn not aside nor leave my track + Till setting sun shall warn us back. + In town you will a stranger be; + Again I say: Go not from me." + To which the simple dog replied: + "Oh, never will I leave thy side, + But follow where thy footsteps lead, + Thou dearest friend in time of need." + (Our Tuff can talk like dogs of old + Of whom in fable Æsop told.) + + Then Todd, to pass away the time, + Thus entertained his guest in rhyme: + "I've always made you stay at home + And never let you widely roam, + Because I feared you might be lost + And by the world be rudely tossed; + Or lest in some unlucky way + You might be hurt as on that day-- + That doleful, direful day,--when life + And death seemed balanced in the strife. + You then were but a little pup, + And with a snail could scarce keep up, + But seeing Flora's gentle pace, + You thought with her you'd run a race! + And as she moved along the road + And pulled with care her heavy load, + You chanced to fall beneath the wheel + Which crushed your leg and made you reel. + O dreadful sight! O fearful cry! + A mangled limb! no surgeon nigh! + I stanched the blood which freely flowed, + And in my arms--a tiny load-- + I bore you safely to our door; + Then said: 'You shall go out no more + Until your leg is fully healed, + Or death shall take you from the field!' + I set and bandaged well your limb, + (Should surgeon doubt, I'd challenge him,) + And laid you on an easy bed + And saw that you were kindly fed. + I closely watched you night and day + And did not fail for you to pray! + When you had reached the third long week, + Thank God! (with reverence do I speak) + 'Twas plain you needed nothing more + Than just to walk about the floor. + At length, when people thought you dead, + You left your room and little bed; + "He's _tough_," they said, "as hickory rod," + And called you "_Tough_," then Tuffy Todd; + And thus you see it strangely came + You have a soft and pretty name. + Now since to perfect health restored, + To thank me well you can afford." + + Tuff answered: "Do you doubt, dear friend, + That I shall thank you to the end? + Since I was struck by wheel so rude, + Have I not shown you gratitude? + Have I not always been to you + Obedient, faithful, good and true? + Through evil and through good report + I've never failed in my support! + Forsaking friends, let none deny + For you I've lived, for you I'll die; + What care I for the world around + When all my joy in you is found? + Please pardon if too bold I seem + And hold me firm in your esteem." + + "I did not mean to grieve your heart, + Good Tuff, nor cause a single smart, + But just to have a little play, + I thought I'd see what you would say + In answer to my sober talk, + While slow the horses onward walk." + + Conversing thus as friend with friend, + At last they reach their journey's end. + Todd's heart with anxious fears beset, + Foreboding peril to his pet, + He turns to Tuffy: "You've been warned + In language clear and unadorned, + To stay by me and to beware + Of dangers lurking everywhere. + Although no prophet born or bred, + Though on my mind no light is shed, + I fear from knowledge of your race, + _The day will end in your disgrace_." + + Out jumped brave Tuff and Farmer Todd, + But scarce had gone a single rod + Before they heard: "Bow-wow! Friend Tuff! + For that's your name I'm sure enough; + How glad I am to see your face + And give to you a friend's embrace; + Now while in town, stay thou with me, + And boon companions we will be." + Then Tuff, (poor "Innocent abroad," + Who never dreamed of any fraud,) + Replied: "Perhaps we've met before, + I'll take your word and ask no more: + It would not seem polite, I know, + Should I refuse with you to go." + Away they marched, as large as life, + Their hearts with hope and pleasure rife, + And wandered in their heedless play, + Through many a dark and devious way. + Unchecked they raced and chased around, + A lawless cur and recreant hound; + They took no note of time, nor cared + How far they strayed nor how they fared; + For Tuff could not foresee his woes + Till darkness did around him close. + + Oh, Tuffy, born and reared in ease, + With bread enough to eat and cheese, + Where now thy master's tender care? + Where now the bed thou erst didst share? + Thy new-made friend all false will be + In time of thy adversity! + Upon the cold, cold ground to-night + No sleep shall come ere morning light, + Nor morsel sweet for hungry maw, + Nor peace for nature's broken law! + + The westering sun had low declined, + When homeward with an easy mind + Good Orrin turned his horses' feet, + Expecting there his dog to meet; + But drawing near, no Tuff was found + To greet him with accustomed sound. + Poor Orrin could not sleep a wink, + But lay awake all night to think + How sad the fate of Tuff might be, + Who late was in prosperity. + + Back, in the early morning bright, + To Griffin's Orrin took his flight, + But thoughts of Tuff so filled his mind + No other thought a place could find, + And as he passed each neighbor's door + 'Twas little known the load he bore. + The dogs ran out and barked so bold + They wakened echoes in the wold, + While ducks and geese joined in the strife + And quacked and screamed for their dear life. + Then proudly crowed vain chanticleer: + "I am, you see, without a peer, + Let none within my realm intrude + To scare my hens and little brood." + But patient kine in farmyard pent + Were mute with meek-eyed wonderment, + While grazing sheep on hillside near, + Heard all and said: "We need not fear;" + Each mother called her own dear lamb, + Who answered back: "Oh, here I am!" + The squirrel with his nimble feet + Now quickly found a safe retreat, + And from the wall, or limb on high, + Peeped slyly out as Todd went by. + The birds from out the leafy trees, + So gently swayed by morning breeze, + Poured forth their notes in merry lay + And sang: "Good speed and happy day!" + And insect world, on joyous wing, + In sunlight clear did sweetly sing, + Or hum in myriad tones so gay: + "We cheer the traveler on his way." + But ferns and flowers in wayside beds + With meek surprise did lift their heads + And whisper low: "Our friend's in haste + And has no time on us to waste. + In days gone by he'd stop awhile + To praise our charms and make us smile, + Or take us in his gentle hands + As if rare gifts from foreign lands." + + And thus each loving, living thing + Had kindly thought or word to bring, + Which proved a balm to soothe Todd's soul + As he moved onward to his goal. + + The livelong day through street and lane + He sought his dog, but sought in vain; + From house to house he asked each man, + "Where's Tuff? Pray tell me if you can." + "Why, Tuff has gone with Bruno Brown, + A dog," they said, "of poor renown." + It was enough to turn one's brain + To always hear this sad refrain. + + Retracing now in twilight drear + His weary steps, Todd dropped a tear + And took with heavy heart the way + His feet had pressed at opening day, + And walked in doubt and gloom along + Where late he sang his cheerful song,-- + Where frisked his faithful dog with glee + And kept him joyful company. + + Poor Tuff, a wanderer forlorn, + Now loud bewailed that he was born! + + For though in darkness and in grief, + There came no friend to his relief. + But being born he did not care + Just then to die. With reason rare, + He searched along the dusty ground + To see where footprints could be found, + When he with keen instinctive nose + Discerned the course of Orrin's toes! + + Then light and hope began to rise + And cheer the darkness of his skies, + While slow he kept the lonely road + Which led him safe to his abode. + Scarce twelve had struck the kitchen clock + When lo! was heard a scratch or knock. + "Oh!" said his wife: "Oh, Orrin dear! + _The lost is found; our Tuff is here!_" + Then up sprang Orrin with a bound, + And welcomed home his truant hound, + Whose downcast eye and trembling frame + Betrayed a sense of guilt and shame. + + But Todd in sweet forgiving mood + Spread Tuff a couch and gave him food, + And bade him now find rest in sleep, + And thus forget his sorrows deep. + Then Tuff in silence ate his meal, + But made by looks this sad appeal: + "Oh friend, in sorrow and in cheer, + There's none on earth as you so dear; + For all the trouble I have brought + I am not worthy of your thought, + And would receive a just return + Should you my presence coldly spurn, + Or from me turn with angry frown + And let me in despair sink down. + I will not plead in self-defence + Nor try to prove my innocence, + But truth requires that I should say + How I was duped and led astray + By cunning dog, who boldly claimed + He'd seen my home ere I was named-- + Had heard of Tuffy Todd before + When passing by our cottage door! + He led me captive at his will + And made me suffer direst ill, + Which was no more than I deserved, + Who from the path of duty swerved. + I have my sins and woes confessed, + And ask forgiveness, peace and rest. + Oh grant the mercy which I crave + Or I shall find an early grave!" + + To such petition all unused, + With faltering words and eyes suffused, + Kind Orrin made this brief reply: + "The same true friends are you and I; + As we have ever been before + We will be now and evermore. + And since you mourn this first offence + With deep and humble penitence, + I grant forgiveness full and free, + And trust no lapse again to see." + + To banish care and doubt and fear + And waken hope and faith and cheer, + Good Orrin, with a tact supreme, + From great to small then changed his theme. + "My dog," quoth he, "with morning sun + I'll see what can for you be done. + There comes just now this happy thought-- + For you a collar shall be bought, + That if perchance you go astray + You will be known, though far away. + On it must be inscribed your name + And Latin words to give you fame! + _Nil desperandum_, they shall be, + And from despair may you be free!" + + What more did pass between these friends, + The curtain now around descends; + Their mutual joys, their mutual woes, + The poet's pen may not disclose. + To dog and master, both so true, + Long life and peace, and our adieu. + + Now turning from the gay or sad, + This moral we will simply add: + Ye maidens fair and comely youth, + Accept the words of love and truth: + _Not all is gold with golden gleam,_ + _Not all are friends who friendly seem;_ + _The_ TRIED, _the_ TRUSTED _and the_ TRUE, + _These are the friends we name for you._ + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Tuffy Todd's Adventure, by Samuel Doggerel + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41808.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41808.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2b81f385765156663245a0ebf2ba80e4a9a6bd10 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41808.txt @@ -0,0 +1,291 @@ + + +THE SAN FRANCISCO FAIRY. + +A Tale of Early Times. + + + + Down came the Fish's lower jaw upon her light canoe, + And he asked her if that ladder would answer for her shoe-; + Then tripping up it lightly, she spied a splendid seat, + With wampum it was covered---her lover's it would beat. + + + +SAN FRANCISCO + + +PUBLISHED BY C. P. KIMBALL, AND FOR SALE BY ALL BOOKSELLERS. + + +D. E. Appleton & Co., 508 and 510 Montgomery Street, + + +GENERAL AGENTS. + + + + +THE SAN FRANCISCO FAIRY + + +A Tale of Early Times. + + + + + At such a sight she fainted, yet still she did not fall, + But straightway told her sorrows, she told him of them all. + The Fish he wagged his little fin, and shook his pointed nose, + And said, "My darling Maiden, into my mouth you goes!" + + + +San Francisco: + +PUBLISHED BY C. P. KIMBALL, AND FOR SALE BY ALL BOOKSELLERS. + + +D. E. Appleton & Co., 508 and 510 Montgomery Street, + + +GENERAL AGENTS. + + + +PREFACE + + + + +This little Tale is founded upon the well-known tradition, +prevalent among the old inhabitants, that where the Golden Gate now +is was once dammed up by a rock or rocks, and the whole Valley was +a great inland sea with its entrance to the Ocean down near +Monterey. The writer has seen, on Ohio Street, in this City, (which +in 1850 was quite an elevated spot of ground,) the black +sedimentary earth, at least two feet thick, which abounds in +greater or less degree throughout the Valley, and which readily +accounts for the wonderful fertility of the soil. + + +San Francisco, December, 1868. + + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by Chas. P. +Kimball, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the +Northern District of California. + + + + +THE SAN FRANCISCO FAIRY + + + LONG years ago, ere Spaniards lived on California soil, + An Indian of the Digger tribe was resting from his toil; + He lived beside an inland sea, or lake, so wondrous large + No one could look from shore to shore--a day's sail for a barge. + + This Indian was a happy dog, of threescore years and eight, + Of children he had half a score, also an aged mate; + His youngest was Li-Lamboni, a petit laughing cit-- + Who kept the Wigwam happy by her fund of ready wit. + + A blooming maid of twenty, perhaps of two years more, + Her lovers might be counted at wholesale by the score; + But there was one--a comely lad--a Chieftain's only son, + This one alone of all the crowd her youthful love had won. + + So tall, so straight, so beautiful, an eye like diamonds bright, + Not one could beat him in the chase, by night or broad daylight; + And when upon the war-path with the braves he started out, + The death-song of his enemies would plainly mark his route. + + But, ah, alas! the wampum to make him all her own. + She did not have the needful, for she had poorly grown; + And often on the placid Lake, within her log canoe. + She pondered long and deeply on just what she should do. + + One day, when very sad indeed, a long way out from shore, + She sighed--she felt just then more sad than e'er she felt before; + Just then a Fish of monstrous size jumped from the water out. + And, balanc'd nicely on his tail, asked what she was about. + + At such a sight she fainted, yet still she did not fall, + But straightway told her sorrows, she told him of them all, + The Fish he wagged his little fin, and shook his pointed nose, + And said, "My darling Maiden, into my mouth you goes!" + + Now, who would think a maiden of two and twenty years, + Would step into a fish's mouth without the slightest fears! + But so great was her desire her object to attain, + That she treated anything like fear with feelings of disdain. + + Down came the Fish's lower jaw upon her light canoe, + He asked her if that ladder would answer for her shoe; + Then tripping up it lightly, she spied a splendid seat, + With wampum it was cover'd--her lover's it would beat. + + Back came that self same lower jaw, without the slightest jar, + No one could treat her better, not e'en her dear Papa; + The Fish he told her plainly to his Mistress she must go, + She was a lovely Fairy, and she lived right down below. + + He said that she was very kind, and beautiful, and great. + And dwelt within her watery home in rich and royal state. + That she wanted Li-Lamboni her dominions all to know. + So she sent her dear Fish Monster, to bring her down below. + + Scarcely was she seated in the regal wampum chair. + Thinking of the Fairy Queen, when she was almost there; + And soon her fine Fish Monster drew down his under jaw + A Sea-Lion from ocean deep held out his ugly paw. + + She tripped down quite gracefully and took the Lion's paw, + But I really cannot tell you all the riches that she saw: + On her right, there was a Grotto with gates of solid gold, + Guarded by a Devil Fish--to meet him would be bold. + + On her left, a Fairy Palace, its walls of silver bright, + Its windows set with diamonds, which shone both day and night; + Its doors were made of jasper, its steps of onyx fine-- + A worker up of cameo would think he'd found a mine. + + The Lion touched her lightly, and she took his shaggy arm. + She felt while she was with him he'd shield her from all harm; + They tripped nimbly up the steps--he touched a little slide, + And almost in an instant the door was open'd wide. + + A Water-Lily met them and passed her through the hall,-- + So rich I'd fain describe it, but can't do so at all;-- + Then to the audience chamber, with all things bright and airy, + There, right upon a golden throne, sat San Francisco Fairy. + + A lovely figure, tall and straight, in elegant attire, + Looking for all the world like gold refined by fire; + She greeted Li-Lamboni in an off-hand, easy style. + Was tickled that she came, and would have her stay awhile. + + With a motion of her hand for Li-Lamboni to draw near, + She spoke unto the Lily to bring for her a chair. + When seated near the throne, what should the Fairy do + But wave again her hand, and up through the floor they flew! + + Here was a room of wampum, the ceiling, walls, the floor + And furniture were lined with it, as also was the door. + Says the Fairy to Li-Lamboni, "This wampum's all your own; + You see it's only lining, and you can easy take it down. + + You can pack it in a compass small, and show it to your Pa, + Who never saw the like before, nor neither did your Ma; + And also when your chosen Fish shall take you to the air, + When stepping down the ladder you can take the wampum chair. + + You wonder why I do this? I'll make it all quite plain: + Once, while running as a rabbit, you saved me from all harm; + The coyotes and the wolves had nearly run me dead. + When you threw them off the scent and took me to your bed. + + And since that time I've look'd for you that action to repay, + But no good chance e'er offered till I heard you cry to-day. + We shortly move away from here--this Lake is to be drained-- + For out quite near the Farallones another home we've gained. + + The water will be drained away--a City here will rise, + Here will be marts of commerce, and wealth which men do prize; + Here'll be temples of the living God, and of Heathen idols, too, + Showing how Christians worship, and what Barbarians do. + + This City great for me they'll name, the world will know it well, + And when it will stop growing, no one, I'm sure, can tell; + No London can to it compare, or Canton, I am sure, + For while the World does stand this City will endure. + + And when at home you're settled and your Chieftain calls on you, + Just lay these out quite nicely and give him a good view; + If that don't melt his stony heart and bring him to his knees, + Cast him quickly from your heart, and marry whom you please." + + Then at a word the wampum came quickly from the wall, + And from the door and ceiling, and soon she had it all; + No Indian maiden e'er so rich as Li-Lamboni that day, + And she thought that with the Fairy she could no longer stay. + + Then the Fairy waved her little wand and they passed down below, + When the Maiden, having kissed her, said that she must go; + And through the hall the Lily was again her pleasant guide, + And without the slightest effort the door swung open wide. + + And right beyond the portal stood her Lion, as before, + Waiting very patiently her exit through the door; + Then he bent his ugly paw with the manners of a beau, + She put her hand within it, and down the steps did go. + + She found her old Fish Monster with everything all right, + Down came his handy under jaw,--she mounted to the height; + And scarcely was she seated in that splendid wampum chair. + When they were on the water and she breathed the nice fresh air. + + Again came down that lower jaw upon her light canoe, + With the chair upon her arm she bade the Fish adieu; + And seizing quick the paddle, she drove the boat along, + And she really felt so happy she burst into a song. + + Right to her father's Wigwam she quickly brought her prize. + Who fitted up for her own use one of much larger size; + The wampum used for lining--the chair in center stood, + Her Chieftain soon did see it, and said 'twas very good. + + 'Twas amazing how his love increas'd while gazing on her wealth. + For soon he quite forgot himself, and seized a kiss by stealth; + And no one now more anxious the marriage to fulfil. + Indeed so much excitement he really was quite ill. + + Her heart was warm--she pitied him, and soon became his wife, + And they travel'd on together through this world of strife; + The wealth she brought along with her unto her lord and master, + Was greater in comparison than that of J. J. Astor. + + Their married life ran smoothly, and to them a babe was born. + But Li-Lamboni oft wonder'd if her Fairy friend was gone. + One day while at her Wigwam door, the baby in her arms, + The earth began to tremble and it filled her with alarms. + + Anon it trembled more and more, and then a sudden shock, + As she looked out towards the Ocean she saw the Elfin Rock, + 'Twas lifted from its base, and was swinging towards the sea, + And this immense lake of water from its bondage now was free. + + Then she saw her old Fish Monster swimming gracefully along, + Although the water flowed with a tide both full and strong; + He raised himself upon his tail, as he had done before, + And dropping down his under jaw as one would drop a door. + + There sat the graceful Fairy, brought fully into view, + And she waved her tiny finger to bid her friend adieu: + "We're going to Farrallone Isles there to build a home, + And if you need our help again you have out there to come." + + Then up again that lower jaw went snugly into place, + And having cut a caper with the Sea-Lion ran a race, + Who had the Lily on his back to take a pleasant ride, + They moved along quite rapidly, both swimming with the tide. + + Li-Lamboni felt sad to bid her friend good-bye. + She sank right down upon the floor and ended with a cry; + But with them passed the waters, leaving only our fine Bay, + On which rises San Francisco as we see it here to-day. + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41885.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41885.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..32b707a8bd4483dea2dd978645f6fc5206ebbbe3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41885.txt @@ -0,0 +1,263 @@ + + + Kwan-yin + + BY STELLA BENSON + + [Floral heart] + + +[Bullet] THE TEMPLE OF KWAN-YIN, GODDESS OF MERCY. A wide altar occupies +the whole of the back of the stage; a long fringe of strips of yellow +brocade hangs from the ceiling to within 3 feet of the floor at either +end of the altar. In the centre of the altar the seated figure of the +goddess is vaguely visible in the dimness; only the face is definitely +seen--a golden face; the expression is passionless and aloof. A long +table about 12 inches lower than the altar stands in front of it, right +across the stage. On the table, before the feet of Kwan-yin, is her +carved tablet with her name in golden characters on a red lacquer +ground. In front of the tablet is a large brass bowl full of joss-sticks +the smoke of which wavers in the air & occasionally obscures the face of +Kwan-yin. There are several plates of waxen looking fruit & cakes on the +table & two horn lanterns--these are the only light in the scene. On +either side of Kwan-yin, between the table and the altar, there is a +pillar with a gilded wooden dragon twisted round it, head downward. To +the left, forward, is a large barrel-shaped drum slung on a carved +blackwood stand. + +Four priests & two acolytes are seen like shadows before this palely lit +background. One acolyte to the right of the table beats a little hoarse +bell. This he does during the course of the whole scene, in the +following rhythm:--7-8-20-7-8-20. He should reach the 105th beat at the +end of the second hymn to Kwan-yin. The other acolyte stands by the drum +and beats it softly at irregular intervals as indicated. The acolytes +are little boys in long blue coats. The four priests stand at the table +with their faces toward Kwan-yin; their robes are pale dull pink silk +with a length of deeper apricot pink draped about the shoulders. + + +The priests kneel and kow-tow to Kwan-yin. + +The acolytes sing: + + The voice of pain is weak and thin + And yet it never dies. + Kwan-yin--Kwan-yin + Has tears in her eyes. + Be comforted ... be comforted.... + Be comforted, my dear.... + Never a heart too dead + For Kwan-yin to hear. + + A pony with a ragged skin + Falls beneath a load; + Kwan-yin--Kwan-yin + Runs down the road. + A comforter ... a comforter.... + A comforter shall come.... + No pain too mean for her; + No grief too dumb. + + Man's deserts and man's sin + She shall not discover. + Kwan-yin--Kwan-yin-- + Is the world's lover. + Ah, thief of pain ... thou thief of pain.... + Thou thief of pain, come in. + Never a cry in vain, + Kwan-yin--Kwan-yin.... + +First priest--tenor--chants: + + Is she then a warrior against sin? + On what field does she plant her banner? + Bears she a sword? + +First and second priests--tenor and bass--chant: + + The world is very full of battle; + The speared and plumed forests in their ranks besiege the mountains; + The flooded fields like scimitars lie between the breasts of the + mountains. + The mists ride on bugling winds down the mountains. + Shall not Kwan-yin bear a sword? + +Third priest--tenor--chants: + + Kwan-yin is no warrior. + Kwan-yin bears no sword. + Even against sin + Kwan-yin has no battle. + This is her banner--a new day, a forgetting hour. + Her hands are empty of weapons and outstretched to the world. + Her feet are set on lotus flowers, + The lotus flowers are set on a pale lake, + And the lake is filled with the tears of the world. + Kwan-yin is still, she is very still, she listens always, + Kwan-yin lives remembering tears. + +At this point the smoke of the joss-sticks veils the face of Kwan-yin. A +woman's voice sings: + + Wherefore remember tears? + Shall tears be dried by remembrance? + +This voice is apparently not heard by the priests and acolytes. + +First and third priests chant: + + Ah, Kwan-yin, mother of love, + Remember + Those in pain, + Those who are held fast in pain of their own or another's seeking. + Those for whom the world is too difficult + And too beautiful to bear, + +All: + + Kwan-yin, remember, remember. + +First and third priests: + + Those who are blind, who shall never read the writing upon the + fierce rivers. + Who shall never see the slow flowing of the stars from mountain + to mountain. + Those who are deaf, whom music and the fellowship of words have + forsaken + +All: + + Kwan-yin, remember, remember. + +First and third priests: + + Those whose love is buried and broken; + All those under the sun who lack the thing that they love + And under the moon cry out because of their lack, + +All: + + Kwan-yin, remember. + +First priest: + + Oh thou taker away of pain, + Thou taker away of tears.... + +The smoke quivers across Kwan-yin's face again, and the same woman's +voice sings: + + Wherefore remember the desolate? + Is there a road of escape out of the unending wilderness? + Can Kwan-yin find a way where there is no way? + +Still the voice is unheard by the worshippers. First priest sings, and +while he sings the acolyte beats the drum softly at quick irregular +intervals. + + Kwan-yin shall come, shall come, + Surely she shall come, + To bring content and a new diamond day to the desolate, + To bring the touch of hands & the song of birds + To those who walk terribly alone. + To part the russet earth and the fingers of the leaves in the spring + That they may give up their treasure. + To those who faint for lack of such treasure + To listen to the long complaining of the old and the unwanted. + To bring lover to lover across the world, + Thrusting the stars aside and cleaving the seas and the mountains. + To hold up the high paths beneath the feet of travellers. + To keep the persuading roar of waters from the ears of the + broken-hearted. + To bring a smile to the narrow lips of death, + To make beautiful the eyes of death. + +A woman's voice again sings, unheeded, from behind the veil of smoke. + + Wherefore plead with death? + Who shall soften the terrible heart of death? + +All, in urgent but slow unison: + + Kwan-yin. + Kwan-yin. + Kwan-yin. + Kwan-yin. + +The golden face of Kwan-yin above the altar changes suddenly and +terribly, and becomes like a masque of fear. The lanterns flare +spasmodically. The voice can now be identified as Kwan-yin's, but still +the priests stand unhearing with their heads bowed, and still the +passionless bell rings. + +Kwan-yin, in a screaming voice: + + Ah, be still, be still.... + I am Kwan-yin. + I am Mercy. + Mercy is defeated. + Mercy who battled not, is defeated. + She is a captive bound to the chariot of pain. + Sorrow has set his foot upon her neck. + Sin has mocked her. + Turn away thine eyes from Mercy, + From poor Mercy. + Woo her no more. + Cry upon her no more. + +There is an abrupt moment of silence as the light becomes dim again & +Kwan-yin's face is frozen still. Then the first priest sings. + + What then are Mercy's gifts? The rose-red slopes + Of hills ... the secret twisted hands of trees? + Shall not the moon & the stars redeem lost hopes? + What fairer gifts shall Mercy bring than these? + + For, in the end, when our beseeching clamor + Dies with our bells; when fear devours our words; + Lo, she shall come & hold the night with glamor, + Lo, she shall come & sow the dawn with birds. + + Ah thou irrelevant saviour, ah thou bringer + Of treasure from the empty sky, ah thou + Who answerest death with song, shall such a singer + Be silent now? Shall thou be silent now? + +The 105th beat of the bell is now reached and there is a pause in the +ringing. + +All: + + KWAN-YIN. + +The bell is rung slowly three times. Then there is absolute silence. +There is now a tenseness in the attitudes of all the worshippers, they +lean forward and look with suspense into Kwan-yin's quite impassive +golden face. + +The lights go out suddenly. + + * * * * * + + One hundred copies printed by + Edwin Grabhorn, San Francisco, in April, 1922. + Bound by Florence Grabhorn. + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as + possible. + + In the first paragraph, a duplicated "the" has been corrected in + "only the the face is definitely seen." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41946.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41946.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3f24fe4a863d22b2a205430335791ef1ea5b2986 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg41946.txt @@ -0,0 +1,371 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1857 W. Brickhill edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to the Royal Borough of Kensington and +Chelsea Libraries for allowing their copy to be used for this transcription. + + + + + + REPORT + OF THE + SEVERAL WORKS CONNECTED WITH THE + DRAINING, PAVING & LIGHTING + THE + PARISH OF SAINT MARY ABBOTTS, KENSINGTON, + 1856. + + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + BY JAMES BROADBRIDGE, + Surveyor. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + PRINTED BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE VESTRY OF KENSINGTON. + + * * * * * + + BY W. BRICKHILL, STEAM MACHINE PRINTER, KENSINGTON AND WALWORTH ROADS. + + * * * * * + + 1857. + + + + +METROPOLIS LOCAL MANAGEMENT ACT, +18 & 19 _Vic._, _Cap._ 120. + + + * * * * * + +GENTLEMEN, + +IN laying before you a Statement, or Annual Report, of the various +matters in my department, and works executed under my supervision, I +would be allowed to state, that the parish of Kensington having been +regulated since 1851, by the Kensington Improvement Act, passed in that +year, has not been so substantially benefitted by the present Act, as +have many other of the metropolitan parishes. + +During the four to five years the said Act was in operation, a vast +number of improvements were effected, such as repairing footways, which +were in a bad and dilapidated condition, and paving others which were not +then paved. A total sum in this item was expended to the amount of £9024 +5s. 9d. + +The sanitary state of the Parish was greatly improved by the properly +scavengering and repairing roads, which had been neglected for many +years. A large amount of material was used, and I am happy to state, +that during the term before mentioned, I was enabled to put these Roads +into a good trafficable condition. + +The Act consolidated the various Lighting Districts then existing under +the 3rd & 4th Will. 4, Cap. 90, and enabled the Commissioners to supply +between two to three hundred additional lamps, and so better regulate and +diffuse the lighting over the whole parish. + +Many new streets were paved and repaired by the owners, and others made +up under the 27th section, all of which were taken to by the +Commissioners. + + * * * * * + +Under the provisions of the present Act, the whole of the management of +the sewerage and drainage of the parish (the main lines excepted), +together with certain regulations as to buildings, have been imposed upon +the vestry; and I now endeavour, as briefly as possible, to describe the +general manner by which this parish is drained, and to give an epitome of +the general works done since the passing of the said Act. + + * * * * * + +THE SEWERAGE OF THIS PARISH IS RECEIVED INTO FOUR MAIN LINES; viz.: the +Counter Creek, the Church-street Sewer, the Queen-street Sewer, and +Smith-street Sewer; of these, the Counter Creek is of the most +importance, as it to a great extent serves to receive the various minor +sewers. This sewer enters two portions of the parish, one division at +its northern, and the other at its eastern side. At the extreme northern +boundary, at Kensal Green, it has three distinct branches, western, +central and eastern, flowing south and westerly, having two branches on +the east and one on the west. + +The branch on the west is an open stream, passes as a brick sewer under +the Canal and the Great Western Railway, where it again appears as an +open ditch, and continues along on the verge of the Parish, there it +crosses into the Latimer Road out of the Parish Boundaries,—at this point +it is a brick sewer. + +The central branch commences at the front of the Kensal Green Cemetery, +proceeds as a Brick Sewer under the Canal and Railway, when it appears as +an open ditch running southerly to the Walmer Road. The eastern branch +enters this parish from Kensal New Town at the Canal Bridge as a brick +sewer, then ceases as a covered sewer, and proceeds as an open ditch, +with brick invert to its junction with the central branch,—from this +point the central and eastern branches combine as one stream to the +Bramley Road, and continue as a brick sewer, 6 ft. by 4 ft., at the west +side of St. James’ Square, Norlands: here the western branch returns from +Hammersmith parish, and forms junction with the above and central line, +and continues as one sewer, 6 ft. by 4ft., along St. Ann’s Road, across +Royal Crescent, under the Uxbridge Road, along by the western side of +Addison Road, across the Western Road, continuing along Warwick Road, +receiving at Pembroke Road the eastern branch, continuing into and across +the Old Brompton Road, along the east side of Brompton Cemetery to the +limits of the parish in the Fulham Road. + + * * * * * + +The eastern division of the Counter Creek enters the parish from +Paddington at the north end of Palace Gardens, there passes into St. +Margaret’s, Westminster, and again returns into Kensington at the +Kensington Road, by the North end of Young Street, and proceeds +south-westerly through Kensington Square, east side, along south end to +the Workhouse, continuing to and along Pembroke Road, to its junction +with the principal line in the Warwick Road. + + * * * * * + +Into the western branch of the Counter Creek are carried by various +drains the surface drainage of the meadow land, extending from Kensal +Green to the boundaries of the parish—east and west, up to the Lancaster +Road; at this point commence the sewers which have been constructed for +the drainage of the neighbourhood of Notting Hill, Norlands, and +Westbourne Grove, all of which have their outlets into the Counter Creek, +passing over the Uxbridge Road. North of Kensington Road, east and west, +the drainage is to the Counters Creek. On the south side of the +Kensington Road including all such portions of Kensington New Town, on +the west side of Victoria Road, extending to the Pembroke Road, the +outlet of the sewers is also into the Counters Creek. + + * * * * * + +The area of the parish extending south from its northern boundaries at +Kensal Green, east and west to the Western Road, and from thence all the +southern and western portion, including Kensington New Town are drained +into the Counters Creek. This portion of the parish includes the highest +and lowest land, being 126 ft. at the south of Notting Hill Square, and +17ft. at St. Mark’s Road—ordnance datum. + + * * * * * + +THE CHURCH STREET SEWER, commences in the Gloucester Road, opposite +Canning Place, continues along the Gloucester Road, receiving the +Drainage from Victoria Grove, Gore Road, and adjacent Streets, proceeds +by and past Hereford Square to the termination of the Gloucester Road, +into the Old Brompton Road, turns eastward, receives the Sewers from +Gloucester Grove East and West, continues southerly down Selwood Lane +unto the limits of the parish in the Fulham Road. + + * * * * * + +This Sewer is carried through a portion of the parish, the land of which +has been till recently under culture as Market Gardens. The newly-formed +roads here of the Royal Exhibition Commissioners Mr. Jackson and others +have given an impulse to building in this locality to which this Sewer +will be an important outlet for the drainage. + + * * * * * + +THE QUEEN STREET SEWER, commences on the east side of the Gloucester +Road, Kensington, proceeds southerly in an irregular form, through the +land belonging to the Royal Exhibition Commissioners—forms a junction +with a branch from Park Lane, continues in an irregular and uneven course +into Cromwell Lane, and then westerly into the Old Brompton Road, thence +south easterly down Pelham Road, into Pelham Place, where it receives the +drainage from Alfred Place West, Thurloe Square, and South Street—from +Pelham Place it is directed westerly into Pelham Crescent, and thence +westward along Fulham Road, receiving at Sydney Place, the partial +drainage of Onslow Square, and then it proceeds to its outlet from the +parish by Sydney Street. + + * * * * * + +THE SMITH STREET SEWER, commences at the eastern limit of Brompton Road, +proceeds westward along the Brompton Road into the Fulham Road, and +passes from the parish at Keppell Street. This Sewer is the outlet for +the adjacent Sewers on the North side of the Brompton Road; and of Grove +Place, Michael’s Grove, and Brompton Crescent, on the South Side. + + * * * * * + +A portion of the Kensington branch of the Counter Creek sewer, taking the +drainage from Notting-hill, east of the Turnpike-gate, Uxbridge, and +other streets and places in that locality, passing through a part of St. +Margaret’s, Westminster, to Young-street, receiving the drainage from +several streets and places in the town proper, and also the whole of the +drainage from Kensington New-town. At the Workhouse the sewer is 5 ft. 6 +in. by 3 ft. 6 in., and here terminates; the sewage matter, being +conveyed from thence along the Pembroke-road, by an 18 in. glazed +stoneware pipe, which also receives the drainage of the Pembroke-road and +Hutchinson’s estate. + +In consequence of the difference in size of sewers, as here marked out, +the basements of a vast number of houses in the New-town and other places +have been flooded from time to time, and serious inconveniences have in +consequence arisen to the ratepayers in those localities. + +It is worthy of remark, that after representations made by the vestry to +the General Board in August last, they directed a sewer of equal size, +viz.: 5ft. 6in. by 3ft. 6in. to be substituted for the 18 in. stoneware +pipe, which will effectually remedy the very serious evil pointed out. + + * * * * * + +The total lengths of sewers in this parish, under the immediate direction +of the vestry, are as follows: + +Brick Sewers 27¾ miles. +Pipe Sewers 7⅙ ,, +Open Sewers 1¾ ,, + +The open sewers are not in closely populated districts, but chiefly in +that portion of the parish at present under cultivation as grass land or +market gardens. + +The VESTRY have lowered the crown of sewer in New-street, to a length of +320-ft., have reconstructed a length of 42-ft. 2-in., by 2-ft. 6-in. +sewer in Charles’-mews; have laid down a length of 115 ft. of pipe sewer +in King-street; and 140-ft. of 12-in. pipe in Sloane-place, in lieu of +the old dilapidated brick drain. These Sewers have enabled owners to +drain their several premises. + + * * * * * + +There have been 45 new Gulleys constructed for carrying off the surface +water from the roads, and many altered, repaired, and cleaned. Air +shafts have been formed for carrying off the poisonous Gases from the +Sewers; and many Gulleys have been trapped. + + * * * * * + +The flushers have cleansed about 8 miles 3482-ft. of brick sewer, +removing deposits therein, varying from 6 inches to 2-ft. which deposits +have been carted away, and have also flushed with water from time to time +pipe sewers to an extent of 7½ miles. + + * * * * * + +232 Applications have been made and granted to drain houses and premises +both voluntarily and in consequence of notices issued by the vestry, and +in all cases where cesspools have existed they have been filled in or +broken up. + +The following Sewers have been constructed by owners of property, in the +various under-mentioned places, viz.: + +670-ft. 2-ft. barrel sewer in the Campden-hill Road. +1400-ft. 4-ft. 6-in. by 2-ft. 6-in., 1 brick—with brick invert, in +cement, in the Holland-road. +450-ft. 3-ft. by 2-ft. 6-in., ½ brick—in cement, with stoneware invert +in Addison-crescent. +59-ft. 12-in. pipe in Johnson-street, Notting-hill. +400-ft. 3-ft. by 2-ft., in an intended road, Old Brompton. +35-ft. 3-ft. 9-in. by 2-ft. 6-in., High-street, Notting-hill. +3000-ft. 3-ft. by 2-ft., on the Phillimore Estate. +And 216-ft. of 12-in. pipe, in Brompton-road, opposite York-cottages, +has also been completed. + + * * * * * + +These works have been done under the personal inspection of Mr. Perkins, +your Clerk of the Works, appointed for that purpose. + + + + +REPAIRS OF THE STREETS & THOROUGHFARES, & PAVING WORKS GENERALLY. + + +I have to call the special attention of the vestry to the subject of the +repairs of the Roads in this parish, which involves a very large annual +outlay, and requires the greatest amount of care, both as regards the +quantity and quality of the materials, and also as to the proper season +for their application. + +My past experience has taught me that this portion of my duty requires +constant supervision and attention. I have computed the length of the +roads in this parish, exclusive of the turnpike roads, at about 53 miles, +and I am happy to state, allowing for the new roads adopted by the +parish, the last annual outlay has been less in comparison to the +previous years, this may be accounted for by the fact of the roads having +become much harder, from regular scavengering, and the better form which +allows the surface water to drain into the channels. + + * * * * * + +The roads may be classed in three sections, viz.: those of great traffic, +which are repaired with granite; those having less traffic, which are +repaired with flints; and bye roads and squares of little traffic, which +are repaired with gravel. I have considered opinions from time to time +expressed by the Paving Committee as to the more general use of granite +for the roads, and shall lose no opportunity in carrying out their wishes +wherever I can judiciously do so. + +I have found many beneficial results, and much saving from the constant +employment of a mason ordered by the Paving Committee to be added to the +staff of workmen, for the purpose of attending to the repairs of the +trenches opened or disturbed by the different gas and water companies. + + * * * * * + +The following is a list of some of the principal footways, which have +been paved, viz.: St. John’s Church, Aubrey Chapel, Gloucester Road, Edge +Terrace, and Vine Place, Ladbroke Road, Old Norland Road, Kensington +Church, Yard, Queen’s Road, Northern, The Mall, St. Peter’s Church, High +Row, Silver Street, Portobello Terrace, Clifton Terrace, together with +several other minor works, also the laying crossings, pitching cab +stands, and general repairs. + + * * * * * + +The following are streets which have been paved and repaired at the +expense of the owners, and adopted by the Vestry: Kensington Park Road +North, Ovington Square, Ovington Terrace, St. John’s Terrace, Portland +Road North, Clarendon Place, Elgin Crescent, Dartmoor Street, Stanley +Gardens, Stanley Crescent, Lansdown Road North, Chepstow Villas West, +Ladbroke Terrace, Ladbroke Road, Westbourne Grove West. + + + + +LIGHTING. + + +The Parish is at present supplied with Gas under contracts from the +Western Gas Company, the Imperial Gas Company, and the London Gas +Company. + +Great attention has been given by the Committee, in the fixing new lamps, +and including the old ones there are now upwards of 1,068 fairly and +judiciously spread over the whole parish. Great facility has been +afforded by numbering the lamps, both in the communication with the Gas +Companies, and also as to their general repairs, and lighting. + + * * * * * + +I have endeavoured, in this my first Annual Report to draw your attention +to the works generally under your control, and executed under the powers +vested in you by the “Metropolis Local Management Act,” and I take this +opportunity of tendering my thanks for the support I have ever received +from you in the discharge of the important duties intrusted to me. + + I have the honor to remain, + Gentlemen, + Your obedient Servant, + JAMES BROADBRIDGE, + SURVEYOR. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42135.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42135.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5c5939ce34688fdcceec97a3c047babc2e5c17be --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42135.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + + This etext was produced from Dynamic Science Fiction January 1954. + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright + on this publication was renewed. + + +The "Professor" had braved great perils to reach Earth, and believed he +knew what he was up against. But he hadn't counted on the menace of +Fatty Schultz and Irv Lece. + + + + + THE UNWILLING + PROFESSOR + + by Arthur Porges + + (_illustrated by Milton Luros_) + + +On that fateful afternoon Fatty Schultz and Irv Lece had cut their last +classes, and were taking a gloomy walk together, scrambling through the +scrubby brush well behind the athletic field. + +There were good reasons for their unhappiness. Fatty was failing in +Calculus II with a velocity that varied directly as the square of the +number of lectures attended. Irv's math instructor had informed _him_, +with a kind of loathing respect, that his only salvation lay in +recommencing the study of arithmetic--taking five or ten years in the +process--and then retiring to a cave for perhaps another fifteen in the +vain hope of digesting, through meditation and prayer, the +multiplication table. After that, Irv might be ready for elementary +algebra, but not, the professor hoped to a merciful God, in this +unfortunate institution of higher learning. + +As a matter of fact, the whole of their fraternity, Omega Pi Upsilon +(usually referred to on campus as "Oh, P-Yu") was in the same boat +regarding almost every subject offered at Bateman College. Bateman had +courses that ranged from Aardvark Breeding to Zythum Brewing, but no +field of knowledge troubled them more than mathematics. + +Hence the long face on Irv Lece. Fatty's visage also strove to elongate, +but simply wasn't built for such an accomplishment. Instead, his piggy +little eyes, ordinarily glowing with a kind of coarse good-humor, were +now smouldering with resentment. + +They had just seated themselves in a small clearing, where Fatty, after +setting his calculus text on a grassy mound, began to heave rocks at it, +when there was a whistling scream, a jarring _whump_, and before their +bulging eyes a small disc lay crumpled, barely ten yards away. + +A shrill creaking came from this odd craft, which looked like a +manhole-cover some eight feet in diameter and twenty inches thick. Then, +as they stared in wonder, a badly-sprung port opened crazily, and a +small rabbit flopped out. It may be stated here that the creature was +not actually a rabbit, but that any difference between the disc's pilot +and an ordinary cottontail was imperceptible to the naked eye. + +For a moment the rabbit swayed drunkenly, its big eyes cloudy, then it +hopped towards Fatty, preferring, perhaps, his larger gravitational +field over Irv's. Extending one snowy paw, it squeaked: "Good afternoon, +gentlemen. Permit me to introduce myself. I am a good-will ambassador +from Venus, and by your conventions should be addressed as 'Professor.' +My name," he added a trifle pompously, "is Iglowt P. Slakmak, and I hold +degrees comparable to your PhD, LLD, and M. D." All this in a very +British accent. + +Fatty gave a hoarse croak; Irv's knees knocked together. + +"Come," the rabbit chirped, "chin up, fellows! There's nothing to be +afraid of. I speak English because we've been monitoring your radio +broadcasts for years. Television is a bit trickier, but we've seen a +few. And by listening to educational programs, I've learned a great deal +about terrestrial culture, which I notice is based upon cigarettes, used +cars--but never mind that, now. I must get to Washington and present +myself. A rival of mine is about to contact Mars for the first time, and +I hope to send in my report on Earth first." He peered at them +anxiously. "You do understand me, chaps, don't you? I learned the best +English from B. B. C., you know." + + * * * * * + +Seeing that the two boys were still dumb, the rabbit, with a mighty +effort, picked up the three-pound calculus text, which was bound in a +revolting green. As he did so, a paper fluttered out, and the professor +deftly scooped it up. He studied Fatty's messy scrawlings for a moment, +then said warmly: "Ah, I observe that you chaps are beginning the study +of elementary mathematics." He shook a paw waggishly. "The limits are +wrong on this integration: they should go from pi-over-two to +pi-over-three first, instead of to zero. There's a discontinuity at +pi-over-three, and your result, that the center of gravity of this +six-inch cube is nine feet to the right, looks somewhat implausible." + +At this, Fatty finally found his voice. "A discontinuity?" he gulped. +"Whassat?" + +"Aw, you know," Irv rebuked him. "Old Cusp's been gassing about 'em for +days, now." + +"Has he? Well, what is it, if you're so smart?" + +"I don't remember," Irv said brazenly, "but at least I heard the name +before." + +"At pi-over-three," the rabbit broke in with authority, "the denominator +of the integrand vanishes. To put it loosely, the function becomes +infinite." + +Fatty looked at Irv; Irv gaped at Fatty. The piggy eyes lit up. "A +rabbit that knows math!" Fatty breathed. + +"Knows it! He wrote the damn book--a real brain!" Irv exulted. + +Once again their eyes met meaningly. "You always said," Irv remarked in +an abstracted manner, "that you could lick the guy who invented calc." + +"I sure can," Fatty asserted, "but--" He paused; then with a speed +surprising in one of his bulk, his thick hands shot out, and Professor +Slakmak, the eminent Venusian savant, found himself dangling by the ears +from stubby, freckled fingers. He kicked with a vigor shockingly +undignified. + +"Let me down!" he squeaked furiously. "This is outrageous. A friendly +ambassador's person is sacred among all civilized peoples; your national +President shall hear of this insult!" + +Fatty looked at him, showing uneven teeth in a loose grin. "Bugs Bunny," +he gloated, "you are now the official mascot of Omega Pi Upsilen!" + +"I second the motion," Irv said, shuffling in excitement. + +"We'd better hide his ship, though," Fatty cried, full of ingenious +intelligence now that nobody was grading him for it. + +"It's too big, ain't it?" Irv replied doubtfully. "Simmer down you!" he +ordered the writhing professor. "We don't wanna choke you, but--" The +captive subsided, contenting himself with little quivers of indignation. + +"It's awful light," Fatty muttered, shoving the damaged saucer with one +size eleven shoe. "We'll move it over here, pile a lot of brush on top, +and--" + +"--Start a fire!" Irv interrupted joyously. + +The professor gave a piercing squeal of protest. + +"No, stupid," Fatty told him, winking. "If the prof here helps us out +this semester, we'll give him back his old disc, right?" + +"Right," Irv agreed, crossing two fingers. + +In fifteen minutes, even with Fatty working one-handed, the ship +vanished under a pile of stiff brush. "That's that," Irv said, taking a +deep breath. "Now--" + +"We can't take him like this," Fatty remarked, swinging the professor by +his ears and giving him a shake by way of emphasis. + +"Why not? We just been rabbit-hunting, that's all." + +"Too risky. Even if the professor keeps quiet, some joker from another +frat might get nosy." + +"He'll be quiet," Irv said grimly. "I know how to hit a rabbit on the +neck with the edge of my hand--" Here the professor began to kick +frantically, and Fatty snatched his hind legs, holding him rigid from +ears to toes. + +"There's an old cardboard box back there," Fatty said. "That'll do the +trick." + +A few seconds later the sullen captive was stuffed unceremoniously into +a damp, mouldy container, and the two students returned to the campus, +their hearts free from mathematical worries. + +"The frat will owe us plenty for this," Fatty said darkly. "We've never +had anybody to coach us in math." + +"They'll be licking our boots," Irv agreed. "But they always have, the +poor dopes!" + + * * * * * + +That night the professor, poorly refreshed by some wilted carrot tops +and water, found himself in a circle of eager Omega Pi Upsilon's, +delivering a detailed lecture--mostly problem-solving--on Section 45 of +Broota's "Introduction to the Elementary Rudiments of the Differential +and Integral Calculus." + +He was a good teacher, and when either his enthusiasm or expository art +faltered, Fatty revived it quickly with a sharp pinch or stinging slap. +So, although the average I. Q. of the fraternity was seventy-six, a +certain amount of mathematics get through; and it was almost midnight +before the unhappy ambassador found himself lying in a dirty, fetid +cage, formerly the residence of the fraternity parrot, who had expired +for lack of intellegent dialogue to copy. Rabbits, even Venusian ones, +cannot weep, but the professor's soul was heavy within him. + +And so it went, day after day, week after week. + +"I am quite amazed," Professor Cusp told a skeptical colleague towards +the end of the term, "at the remarkable way Schultz and his Oh P-Yu +bunch have improved. Their homework these last six weeks has been +excellent." + +"Somebody's coaching them--or doing it outright," was the cynical reply. +"I find no improvement in their zoology." + +"No, that's what I suspected at first, but it can't be true. For +example, on last week's extra credit problem--a real stinker--they +turned in over a dozen correct solutions, all different. Nobody would go +to that much trouble for the P-Yu crowd; they're about as popular on +campus as Malenkov is with the D. A. R." + +Another colleague, who had been listening, demanded: "But you won't let +Fatty Schultz by, will you?" + +"I'll have to," Cusp admitted. "Even though his exams are still +horrible, I give quite a bit of weight to good homework, so--" + +"You swine!" the other said sourly. "Now I'll get him." + +Cusp laughed. "Ah, but you're supposed to be tough; they're afraid of +you." + +"They'd better be. It's a pity the biology lab has to experiment on poor +chimps while we give degrees to anthropoids like Fatty!" + + * * * * * + +That night Fatty told his unwilling mascot the bad news. "I'm sorry, +Prof," he said genially. "It's only one more term, then I'll be done +with math, and you can go back to your disc. By my last course is with +old Totient, and he's rough." + +"You promised!" the professor squealed angrily. + +"This time I mean it, honest." + +"Hey, Fatty," a fraternity brother objected, "ain't you gonna leave the +prof to our gang? Just cause _you're_ through--" He broke off in +confusion as Irv kicked his ankle, hard. + +"Ignore the jerk," Lece reassured the crestfallen rabbit. "When Fatty +and I finish our math requirement, you're on your own again. Course, +you'll have to promise not to tell the President!" Over the professor's +head he winked broadly at his friends. + +"I won't do it! It's a cad's trick!" The rabbit's brown eyes were bright +with rage. + +Fatty pawed his soft fur with one lardy hand. "C'mon, Prof, be a sport," +he urged, greasily affectionate. "We like you a lot. You wouldn't let us +down now." + +"I--will--not--do--it! You promised--" + +"You will, too!" Irv grunted. "Don't give us any backtalk. If I have to +twist your ears--" + +"Use the cigarette lighter," somebody suggested, half ashamed. "He's +only bluffing again." + +"I'm not," the professor said sturdily. "You can burn me, kill me, but I +won't tutor this bunch of cretins any more!" + +"Where does he get those words?" a student wondered aloud. "What's a +cretin?" + +"Irv," Fatty said in a sly, buttery voice, "where's that nasty pooch who +adopted the Delts last week? The one that chased the chaplain into Tom +Paine Hall. I'll bet he's a first class abbitray oundhay." + +"Mac," Irv addressed a slender, dark boy, "they keep him in that shed +by the athletic field. Go and--ah borrow him, will you?" Mac left. + +"What's an abbitray oundhay?" the professor quavered. + +"You'll find out!" Fatty told him grimly. "Don't they teach pig-latin on +Venus?" + +There was a strained silence, while some members of the group whispered +protests. But there was no open resistance. Fatty and Irv ran Omega Phi +Upsilon with an iron hand. + +Then the door opened, and Mac, tugging hard at the collar of a large +dog, lurched into the room. "Here's Hotspur," he grinned, as the brute +strove to mangle the cowering professor. + +Hotspur was a canine melting pot. The Spitz in his ancestry seemed to +predominate, but there were plain traces of airdale, setter--and +crowning evidence of some mis-alliance--dachshund. White teeth bared in +a slavering snarl, the dog glared at the rabbit, lunging against his +collar as Mac held hard. + +But the professor had collapsed, all his courage gone. "A dog!" he +gasped in horror, and Hotspur seemed startled at the human voice +emerging from a rabbit. A thin whimper came from the professor. "Take +that monster away," he begged. "I'll do anything--anything!" + +"That's better," Fatty chortled. "But we need this good ol' hound more +than the Delts do. Put him down in the basement--just in case." He eyed +the professor, who shrank into a furry, abject heap. + +"My new prof, Dr. Totient, is tough," Fatty said. "Bugs Bunny here is +gonna have plenty to do. We'll clear out now and let him prepare his +assignments! See that you watch those signs," he jibed, handing out what +he had so long received. He fastened the rabbit's chain to its stout +staple in the wall. "Here." He fished an apple core from his jeans, and +tossed it at the professor, giving him an oily smirk. "Just to show +there's no hard feeling. Eat hearty!" He stumped out, followed by his +companions. + + * * * * * + +Gradually it grew dark, and the deserted fraternity-house was quiet. +Ravenous, the professor finally nerved himself to nibble the apple core, +which to his sensitive nostrils reeked of Fatty. He had just downed the +last noisome fragment, when there was a loud, inquisitive sniff at the +door. He grew rigid. Another sniff and the shoulder thrust of a heavy +body. + +Insecurely shut, the door swung open, and a huge, white form stalked in. +The professor cringed, moaning a little, the hot alien scent of dog in +his nose, prepared to meet a terrible death. + +"Ssst!" the big mongrel admonished him. "I'm a friend," he rumbled in +slow, thick English. Trotting over, he took the slender chain in his +great teeth, and threw his thirty pound body into the wrench. The staple +pulled free. + +"Let's get t'hell out of here," he grunted, "while your bunch is gone." + +"B-but my ship," the professor stammered, staring in bewilderment. "It's +broken down, and those two awful boys will find me before I can fix it." + +"Never mind; I'll give you a lift in mine. I'm heading for Washington, +then I'll have to report back on Mars. I can drop you either place. I +just got word myself, only a few days ago, that our two planets had +finally made contact. They asked me to find out where you'd disappeared +to, but I never dreamed you were here. When I heard you talking +English--! But we'd better scoot. I've spied out this place long +enough-- I don't think it's quite representative." + +They had just reached the brush behind the library, where the +professor's passionate story was completed, when Hotspur, looking back, +saw lights flash in the fraternity house windows. + +"Wait here," he said cryptically. "Be right back." He sprang into the +brush, and vanished. A few moments later, the anxious professor heard +some yells of agony coming from the campus, and before long Hotspur +returned, panting. + +"I know you'll get a sympathetic hearing in Washington," he gasped; "and +we Martians abhor violence, but there are times--" He rubbed one paw +against his mouth. "I didn't like the taste of Irv, but Fatty's even +worse! I hope," he added viciously, "they have to take Pasteur +treatments!" + +"Me too!" Professor Slakmak agreed cheerfully. "And best of all, they'll +flunk math--but good! Where's your ship--Pal?" + + + * * * * * + + + Transcriber's Note + + Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ + + Missing punctuation has been silently supplied. + + No Changes have been made to the following: + + who had expired for lack of intellegent -- + intellegent is an old correct spelling + + mascot of Omega Pi Upsilen!" -- + not changed, in other places the spelling is Pi Upsilon!" + + + + + Changes have been made to the following: + + Fatty and Irv ran Omega Ph Upsilon --> + Fatty and Irv ran Omega Phi Upsilon + + missing character supplied + + + "and we Martians abhor voilence --> + "and we Martians abhor violence + + spelling error corrected + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Unwilling Professor, by Arthur Porges + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42232.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42232.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4fb4bada7ce6512ff9d9d7e0ce828075ed178dbc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42232.txt @@ -0,0 +1,195 @@ + + + A CHILD’S DREAM OF A STAR. + + BY CHARLES DICKENS. + + + _WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAMMATT BILLINGS._ + + + BOSTON: + FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO. + 1871. + + + Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, + BY FIELDS, OSGOOD, & CO., + in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. + + UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, & CO., + CAMBRIDGE. + + + + + LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. + + ENGRAVED BY W. J. LINTON. + + + PAGE + I. THESE TWO USED TO WONDER 5 + II. ONE CLEAR SHINING STAR 6 + III. THE SISTER DROOPED 7 + IV. A LITTLE GRAVE 8 + V. A GREAT WORLD OF LIGHT 9 + VI. “IS MY BROTHER COME?” 10 + VII. THE COMPANY OF ANGELS 11 + VIII. “THY MOTHER IS NO MORE” 12 + IX. A MAN, WHOSE HAIR WAS TURNING GRAY 13 + X. “I SEE THE STAR!” 14 + XI. IT SHINES UPON HIS GRAVE 15 + + + + +A CHILD’S DREAM OF A STAR. + + +There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought +of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his +constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They +wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and +blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; +they wondered at the goodness and the power of GOD, who made the +lovely world. + +They used to say to one another, sometimes, Supposing all the children +upon earth were to die, would the flowers and the water and the sky be +sorry? They believed they would be sorry. For, said they, the buds are +the children of the flowers, and the little playful streams that +gambol down the hillsides are the children of the water; and the +smallest bright specks playing at hide-and-seek in the sky all night +must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be +grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more. + +There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky +before the rest, near the church-spire, above the graves. It was +larger and more beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and +every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. +Whoever saw it first cried out, “I see the star!” And often they cried +out both together, knowing so well when it would rise and where. So +they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their +beds, they always looked out once again, to bid it good night; and +when they were turning round to sleep, they used to say, “God bless +the star!” + +But while she was still very young, O, very, very young, the sister +drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the +window at night; and then the child looked sadly out by himself, +and when he saw the star, turned round and said to the patient pale +face on the bed, “I see the star!” And then a smile would come upon +the face, and a little weak voice used to say, “God bless my brother +and the star!” + +And so the time came, all too soon! when the child looked out alone, +and when there was no face on the bed; and when there was a little +grave among the graves, not there before; and when the star made long +rays down towards him, as he saw it through his tears. + +Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining +way from earth to heaven, that when the child went to his solitary +bed, he dreamed about the star; and dreamed that, lying where he +was, he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angels. +And the star, opening, showed him a great world of light, where many +more such angels waited to receive them. + +All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the +people who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the +long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the people’s necks, and +kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, +and were so happy in their company, that, lying in his bed, he wept +for joy. + +But there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them +one he knew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was +glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his sister among all +the host. + +His sister’s angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to +the leader among those who had brought the people thither, “Is my +brother come?” + +And he said, “No.” + +She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, +and cried, “O sister, I am here! Take me!” And then she turned her +beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into +the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it through his +tears. + +From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on the +home he was to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that +he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star too, because of +his sister’s angel gone before. + +There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was +so little that he never yet had spoken word, he stretched his tiny +form out on his bed, and died. + +Again the child dreamed of the opened star, and of the company of +angels, and the train of people, and the rows of angels with their +beaming eyes all turned upon those people’s faces. + +Said his sister’s angel to the leader, “Is my brother come?” + +And he said, “Not that one, but another.” + +As the child beheld his brother’s angel in her arms, he cried, “O +sister, I am here! Take me!” And she turned and smiled upon him, and +the star was shining. + +He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books when an old +servant came to him and said, “Thy mother is no more. I bring her +blessing on her darling son!” + +Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his +sister’s angel to the leader, “Is my brother come?” + +And he said, “Thy mother!” + +A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the +mother was reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms +and cried, “O mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!” + +And they answered him, “Not yet.” And the star was shining. + +He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray; and he was sitting +in his chair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face +bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again. + +Said his sister’s angel to the leader, “Is my brother come?” + +And he said, “Nay, but his maiden daughter.” + +And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to +him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said, “My +daughter’s head is on my sister’s bosom, and her arm is round my +mother’s neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old time, and I +can bear the parting from her, GOD be praised!” + +And the star was shining. + +Thus the child came to be an old man, and his once smooth face was +wrinkled, and his steps were slow and feeble, and his back was bent. +And one night as he lay upon his bed, his children standing round, he +cried, as he had cried so long ago, “I see the star!” + +They whispered one another, “He is dying.” + +And he said, “I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I +move towards the star as a child. And O my Father, now I thank +thee that it has so often opened to receive those dear ones who await +me!” + +And the star was shining; and it shines upon his grave. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Child's Dream of a Star, by Charles Dickens + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42402.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42402.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..20ab142405788735e6a9dc4ef3bb555b234f8ff1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42402.txt @@ -0,0 +1,248 @@ + + +[Illustration: ADVICE GRATIS. + + _Boy (to Local Preacher sallying forth on a “spouting” + expedition)._--I SAY, MESTER, IF YER WAS TO LENGTHEN YER + STIRRUPS AN’ SHORTEN YER FACE, YER’D RIDE A BIT EASIER.] + + + + + HORSE:LAUGHS. + + By + + Chas. H. Marshall. + + + To Gilbert Dalziel, Esq., + + THE EDITOR OF “JUDY,” + + THIS LITTLE BOOK OF SKETCHES IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED, + + AS AN + + ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF HIS KIND PERMISSION FOR ITS PUBLICATION, + + AND ALSO AS A + + RECOGNITION OF NUMEROUS FAVOURS RECEIVED FROM HIM ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS. + + WITH THE MOST LIVELY SENTIMENTS OF RESPECT, + + BY HIS MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT, + + THE AUTHOR AND ARTIST. + + + +[Illustration: A NICE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON! + + _Jovial Huntsman (turning up three-quarters of an hour late, + with only two or three couple of hounds, to Master)._--FINE + HUNTINSH MORNIN’, SHURR. ’OUNDISH FINE CONDISHUN--THIRSTIN’ FOR + BLOODSH--HORSHISH FRESH--MENSH VERY FITSH.] + + +[Illustration: QUALITY AND QUANTITY. + + _Noble Lord (recently married, and rather proud of his + Wife)._--THERE, MUGGINS! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HER LADYSHIP? + + _Muggins (a Tenant who has just been taking a prize at the Fat + Stock Show)._--WELL, M’ LORD, _I_ RECKON SHE’S TUPPENCE-’A’P’NY + A POUND BETTER THAN ANY OTHER LADY IN THESE PARTS.] + + +[Illustration: AN EXCUSE FOR THE FOX. + + (_The Fox having been repeatedly headed back into cover, the + Noble Master rides up to ascertain the cause._) + + _Exasperated Huntsman (pointing to Old Lady, with withering + contempt)._--WHY, MY LORD, WHAT _could_ FACE THAT?] + + +[Illustration: WELL MEANT. + + _Highly elated little Gent._--NOW THEN, MISS, I’LL GIVE YER A + LEAD HOVER. COME HUP, DONOVAN! HIN OR HOVER!] + + +[Illustration: BOTH! + + “A DOUBLE EVENT.”] + + +[Illustration: DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE. + + _Awful County Magnate (to small Boy, occupying the only gap in + big fence)._--COME, GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU YOUNG MONKEY! + + _Small Boy._--WHO’S INTERFERED WITH YOU, OLD CHAWBACON? KEEP TO + YOUR OWN LINE, AND DON’T COME RIDING IN MY POCKET.] + + +[Illustration: A MUSICAL HORSE. + + _Officious Horsey Individual (who “knows a ’orse when ’e sees + ’im,” and who also “’as a hear for musick”)._--YOUR ’ORSE WILL + SOON JINE THE BRASS BAND, SIR. + + _Swell (unconscious of his horse’s slight infirmity)._--BRASS + BAND? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? + + _O. H. Individual._--WHY, CAN’T YER ’EAR THAT ALREADY ’E TOOTLES + A BIT ON THE FLUTE; BUT BY THE END OF THE SEASON IT’LL BE A CASE + OF TROMBONE WITH ’IM, AN’ NO MISTAKE.] + + +[Illustration: “WHEN THE DEVIL WAS SICK THE DEVIL A MONK WOULD BE,” +&c. + + _Whip (who has come a severe cropper)._--WELL, I’LL + BE----(_hesitates; wonders whether he’s mortally damaged; finds + he’s all sound and right_)--D----D!] + + +[Illustration: THE RIGHT SORT. + + _Young Curate._--SINFUL TO HUNT? OH DEAR NO! I DO NOT HUNT NOW, + BECAUSE CERTAIN MEMBERS OF MY FLOCK MIGHT TAKE EXCEPTION TO IT, + AND THINK I NEGLECTED MY PARISH. + + _Miss Gallopade._--BUT, SUPPOSE THE HOUNDS WERE TO CROSS THIS + LANE “FULL CRY,” COULD YOU WITHSTAND THE TEMPTATION? + + _Young C._--WELL, I’M AFRAID THEN MY CONSCIENCE WOULD NOT BE THE + MOST FORMIDABLE OBSTACLE I SHOULD HAVE TO NEGOTIATE.] + + +[Illustration: “A CHOPPY SEA.” + + _Seafaring Gent (who has been imbibing too freely of mixed + “jumping powders”)._--AWFUL SHOPPY SHEE. MUSHT CLING TO + MAIN-MASHT, OR WASHT OVERBOARDSHT. + + (_Next Page._)] + + +[Illustration: + + _Having been obliged, owing to the violence of the storm, to + relinquish his hold of the main-mast our sea-faring friend_ WAS + _washed overboard, but rescued by Landlubbers, who conveyed him + home in an Agricultural Cart, which he imagined was the + life-boat, and tried to impress upon the driver that_ “VESHEL + MUSHT BE SHAVED--VAL-BLE CARGO ABOARDSH. WHYSHNOT DISHPLAY + SHIGNALS OF DISHTRESH?”] + + +[Illustration: STILL IN THE SHAFTS. + + _Mr. Longfoot (to disagreeable friend, who has tried to destroy + the reputation of his new Horse)._--YOU SAID HE WOULD NEVER MAKE + A HUNTER, AND THAT HE WAS ONLY FIT FOR HARNESS. WHY, HE CARRIES + ME SPLENDIDLY! + + _Disagreeable Friend._--YES, NO DOUBT HE CARRIES _you_ WELL; HE + SEES THOSE FEET OF YOURS, AND THINKS HE’S STILL IN THE + SHAFTS.] + + +[Illustration: A VERY OLD AND CURIOUS VINTAGE. + + _First “Old Varmint.”_--THEY TELL ME YOU ARE THE OLDEST + FOXHUNTER GOING? NOW, I DON’T THINK YOU ARE; I HAVE HUNTED WITH + THE H---- SIXTY-FIVE YEARS. + + _Second Ditto._--WHAT VINTAGE ARE YOU? + + _First Ditto._--I WAS “SHIPPED” IN EIGHTEEN-FIFTEEN. + + _Second Ditto._--POOH! YOU’RE A MERE BOY. I WAS “BOTTLED” BEFORE + EIGHTEEN-HUNDRED; AND IF HOUNDS WILL ONLY RUN TO-DAY YOU’LL FIND + THERE’S SOME “BODY” IN ME YET.] + + +[Illustration: EVERY MAN TO HIS TASTE. + + _Time--The very last day of the Season._ + + _The Honourable Joe._--WELL, JACK, IT’S ALL OVER NOW. WHAT SHALL + YOU DO WITH YOURSELF UNTIL THE CUB-HUNTING COMES IN? I’M GOING + TO GET MARRIED, YOU KNOW, AND I SHALL TRAVEL WITH MY WIFE. + + _Lord Jack._--YES, JOE; YOU ALWAYS WERE A SLOW GOING CHAP. NOW, + _I_ SHALL BUY A COUPLE OF AWFULLY SMART TERRIERS, AND GO IN FOR + RATTING IN LINCOLNSHIRE. THERE, WHAT DO YOU THINK O’ THAT?] + + +[Illustration: AT LINCOLN APRIL FAIR. + + _Poor Little Gent (about to purchase “Screw”)._--BUT SURELY + THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THOSE HOCK JOINTS--“CURBS,” ARE + THEY NOT? + + _Dealer._--“CURBS?” LOR’ BLESS YER, NO! THERE’S WHERE _All_ ’IS + JUMPING POWER IS--PROP-HELLERS, _I_ CALLS ’EM.] + + +[Illustration: UP WITH THE YEOMANRY. + + _Trooper Stubbles (who has been repeatedly reprimanded by + Officer for riding in advance and breaking the line)._--OI CAN’T + HELP IT, SQUIRE. IT’S ALL TH’ HOULD MARE. HIVER SIN’ OI LENT ’ER + TO A CHAP TO ROIDE AT TH’ EASTER MUNOOVERS, SHE’S BIN THAT + HOWDACIOUS AN’ WALIANT OI CAN DO NOUGHT WITH ’ER. SHE WEANT + PLOO, AN’ SHE KICKS T’ PIECES IVERY BLOOMING CART SHE’S PUT TO; + AN’ NOO SHE WEANT DO SOLDIERING UNLESS SHE’S FUST. YER’LL ’AVE + TO FOIND ME ANOTHER ’OSS BY REVIEW DAY, OR ELSE MAK’ A HOSSIFER + ON ME.] + + +[Illustration: THE REVIEW DAY. + + _Trooper Stubbles, as he appeared in the March Past before the + Reviewing Officer._ + + _On his return home he described the exciting scene as + follows_:--“TH’ WOR TH’ TROOP _fust_, A-GALLOPING LIKE MAD; TH’ + HOULD MARE SECOND, A-KICKING LIKE BLAZES; AND THEN OI A-RUNNING + AN’ A-HOLLERING HOOT FOR SOME UN TO KETCH ’ER; BUT THEY ONLY + CALLED HOOT, ‘GO IT, STUBBLES! TAK YER SPURS OFF, AN’ YER’LL BE + FUST YET.’”] + + +[Illustration: “OH! WHAT A SWINDLE!” + + _Chorus of Nephews and Nieces (to Stout Party on her way to the + Meet of the Coaching Club)._--OH, AUNTIE! YOU SAID YOU WERE + GOING TO RIDE ASTRIDE, AND WE’VE ALL COME PURPOSELY TO SEE + YOU.] + + +[Illustration: MOST DISRESPECTFUL, AND _SO_ IRREVERENT, TOO! + + _Aristocratic Old Lady (who likes to make her own + bargains)._--NO, HE WON’T DO, MR. HUGGINS; HE HAS SUCH VERY BAD + ACTION--HE THROWS HIS FEET ABOUT SO. + + _Mr. Huggins (a dealer in “Screws”)._--BAD HACKSHON? THROWS HIS + FEET ABOUT? _I_ CALL IT BEE-UTIFUL HACKSHON. HE GOES AS + IF--(_waxes wrath as he sees the old lady won’t be done_)--AS IF + HE DIDN’T CARE A ---- FOR YOU OR ANY OF YOUR RELATIONS. TAK’ ’IM + IN, BILL; TH’ OLD GAL WANTS A HANGEL FROM ’EAVAN FOR A TEN-PUN + NOTE, AN’ WEER TO FOINDE ’EM OI DON’T KNOW.] + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42667.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42667.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..04d0c4d204a57446d6d978a211c6f55e3f8cc411 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg42667.txt @@ -0,0 +1,415 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + + + + THE DESERTED CITY + + Stray Sonnets written by F. S. + and Rescued for the Few who + Love them by H. D. + + + [Illustration: Title page decoration] + + + _Privately Printed_ + MDCCCXCIX + + + + + THE DESERTED CITY + + + + THE HOUSE OF NIGHT + + Though all the light were lifted from the land, + And a great darkness lay upon the sea; + Though, groping each for some not-careless hand, + I felt sad men pass over wearily; + Though it were certain dawn would not come in + With the next hour; that after many days + Would no moon rise where the grey clouds grew thin, + Nor any stars resume their ancient ways: + Though all my world was thus, and I more blind + Than the dead, blundering planets raining past, + I know I should not fancy Time unkind; + For you, as once of old you came, at last + Would surely come, and with unfaltering faith + Lead me beyond the dominance of death. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF DOUBT + + Why should we fear? The sun will surely rise, + If we but wait, to light us on our way. + Think you none hearkeneth to us who pray, + That no God's heart is softened by our cries? + Did we not learn that He was kind and wise + And loved our souls? And shall your bodies say + "There is no light. The tales they told us,--they + Were only dreams, dreamed in the House of Lies." + Nay, listen not to what your body saith, + But by the memory of those antique years + When it was evil and of little faith + And led the soul along a way of tears, + Let your soul chant--as one that hath no fears-- + "We know that Thou art stronger, God, than death." + + + + + THE HOUSE OF MERCY + + I question not, Beloved, nor deny + That you had God's own right of punishment; + Yet now my sins and days are over and spent + Find you the hours so pleasant that go by? + Would not the colour of the fields and sky, + The odour of the woods, bring more content + Now, if a little pity had been lent + Then, unto love, to judge a life awry? + Upon a day the young June grasses seem + Quite still that keep the edge of the still stream; + I think you go down close to them, and say: + "O little grasses, waiting patiently, + I come to tell you this is God's decree: + '_I comfort him who suffered yesterday?_'" + + + + + THE HOUSE OF EARTH + + O ye disconsolate and heavy-souled, + That evening cometh when ye too shall learn + The pangs of one who may no more return, + To live again the uneven days of old. + Ye too shall weary of the myrrh and gold + (Seeing the gods and their great unconcern), + And, as I yearn to-day, your feet shall yearn + To touch that Earth which ye afar behold. + Think now upon your grievous things to bear,-- + Some goal unwon, some old sin's lurid stain, + Your vistaed paths,--are they not fair as hope? + But I between dead suns must peer, and grope + Among forsaken worlds, one glimpse to gain + Of my old place--the heaviest shadow there. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF FAITH + + I would not have thee, dear, in darkness sit, + On days like this, hand clasped in quiet hand, + Remembering mournfully that fragrant land-- + Each day therein, the joy we had of it. + Rather, while still the lamps are trimmed and lit, + Bid strangers to the feasts that once we planned, + Merry the while! Until the dust's demand + My soul, not thine, shall separately submit. + So, when thou comest (for I at last will call + And thou shalt hear, and linger not at all), + Still to thy throat, thine arms, thy loosened hair + Will cling the savour of the World's fresh kiss, + So sweet to me! and doubly sweet for this-- + That thou for mine shouldst leave a place so fair! + + + + + THE HOUSE OF TEARS + + When in the old years I had dreams of thee + Thy dark walls stood in a most barren place; + And he within (was his wan face _my_ face?) + Wandered alone and wept continually. + There was no bird to hear, nor sun to see, + Nor green thing growing; nor for his release + Came sleep; neither forgetfulness nor peace: + Whereby I knew that none had sinned as he. + To-day I met him where white lilies gleam; + Across our path we watched the sparrows flit; + Until--the sunlight strong in our dry eyes-- + He paused with me beside a green-edged stream, + Moaning, "I know, where its young waters rise, + Remembering, one leaneth over it." + + + + + THE HOUSE OF LOVE + + Often between the midnight and the morn + I wake and see the angels round my bed; + Then fall asleep again, well-comforted. + I wait not now till that clear dawn be born + Shall lead my feet (O Love, thine eyes are worn + With watching) where her feet have late been led; + Nor lie awake, saying the words she said-- + (Her yellow hair.--Have ye seen yellow corn?) + I fall asleep and dream and quite forget, + For here in heaven I know a new love's birth + Which casteth out all memory. And yet + (As I had loved her more, O Christ, on earth, + Hadst Thou not been so long unsought, unmet) + Some morrow Thou shalt learn my worship's worth. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF BEAUTY + + She pauseth; and as each great mirror swings + (O ruined Helen, O once golden hair) + I see OEnone's ashes scattered there. + Another, and, behold, the shadowed things + Are violated tombs of shrunken kings. + And yet another (O, how thou wert fair!), + And I see one, black-clad, who prayeth where + No sound of sword on cloven helmet rings. + Yet, were I Paris, once more should I see + Troy's seaward gates for us swung open wide. + Or old Nile's glory, were I Anthony. + Or, were I Launcelot, the garden-side + At Joyous Gard. Surely; for even to me, + Where Love hath lived hath Beauty never died. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF CONTENT + + Were once again the immortal moment mine + How should I choose my path? The path I chose + (How long ago I wonder if Time knows) + Even now I see. I see the old sun shine + Upon the moss, thick strewn with fir and pine; + The open field; the orchard's even rows; + The wood again; then, where the hills unclose, + Far off at first, now near, the long-sought shrine. + O Time, how impotent thou art! Though thou + Hast taken me from all things, and all things + From me,--although the wind of thy swift wings + Hath swept at last the shadow from her brow + Of my last kiss, yet do I triumph now + Who, choosing, paused to hear Love's counsellings. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF CHANGE + + Was it last Autumn only, when I stood + At the field's edge, and watched the red glow creep + Among the leaves, and saw the swift flame sweep + From spruce to hemlock, till the living wood + Became a devastated solitude? + For now, behold, old seeds, long years asleep, + Wake; and a legion of young birches leap + To life, and tell the ashes life is good. + O Love of long ago, when this mad fire + Is over, and the ruins of my soul + With the Spring wind the old quest would resume,-- + When age knocks at the inn of youth's desire, + Shall the new growth, now worthier of the goal, + Find still untenanted the chosen room? + + + + + THE HOUSE OF REGRET + + It is not that I now were happier + If with the dawn my tireless feet were led + Along her path, till I saw her fair head + Thrown back to make the sunshine goldener: + For it is well, sometimes, the things that were + Are over, ere their perfectness hath fled; + Lest the old love of them should fade instead, + And lie like ruins round the throne of her. + Now with the wisdom of increasing years + I know each ancient joy a cup for tears; + Yet had I drunk, while they were draughts to praise, + Deeper, I were not now as men that grow + Old, and sit gazing out across the snow + To dream sad dreams of wasted summer days. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF WISDOM + + I had not thought (ah, God! had I but known!) + That this sad hour should ever me befall, + When thou I judged the holiest of all + Should come to be the thing I must disown. + Was it not true? that April morn? thy blown + Gold hair around my hair for coronal? + Or is this truer?--thou at the outer wall, + Unroyal, and with unrepentant moan? + Yet prize I now this wisdom I have won, + Who must always remember? Nay! My tears + Must close mine eyes--as thou wouldst hide thy face + If some great meteor, kindred to the sun, + Should haunt the undying stars ten million years + To fall, some noon, dead in thy market place. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF SIN + + When Time is done at last, and the last Spring + Fadeth on earth, and thy gaze seeketh mine, + Watch well for one whose face beareth for sign + The legend of a soul's refashioning: + As I shall watch for one whose pale hands bring + The first faint violet, and know them thine + Grown pitiful and come to build Love's shrine + Where the old Aprils wait, unfaltering. + Then the great floods between us will retire, + And the long path I follow down will grow + To be the path thy climbing feet desire; + Until we meet at last, made glad, and know + The cleansing hands that made my soul as snow + Have kept alive in thine the ancient fire. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF MUSIC + + Such space there is, such endless breadth of time + Between me and my world of yesterday, + I half forget what sounds these be that stray + About my chamber, and grow and fall and climb. + Listen!--that sweet reiterated chime, + Doth it not mark some body changed to clay? + That last great chord, some anguish far away? + Hark! harmony ever now and faultless rhyme. + O Soul of mine, among these lutes and lyres, + These reeds, these golden pipes, and quivering strings, + Thou knowest now that in the old, old years + We who knew only one of all desires + Came often even to music's furthest springs-- + To pass, because their waters gleamed like tears. + + + + + THE HOUSE OF COLOUR + + Mine gold is here; yea, heavy yellow gold, + Gathered ere Earth's first days and nights were fled; + And all the walls are hung with scarfs of red, + Broidered in fallen cities, fold on fold; + The stained window's saints are aureoled; + And all the textures of the East are spread + On the paved floor, whereon I lay my head, + And sleep, and count the coloured things of old. + Once, when the hills and I were all aflame + With envy of the pageant in the West + (Except the sombre pine-trees--whence there came, + Continually, the sigh of their unrest), + A lonely crow sailed past me, black as shame, + Hugging some ancient sorrow to his breast. + + + + + THE FOURTH DAY + + As when the tideless, barren waters lay + About the borders of the early earth; + And small, unopened buds dreamt not the worth + Of their incomparable gold array; + And tall young hemlocks were not set a-sway + By any wind; and orchards knew no mirth + At Autumn time, nor plenteousness from dearth; + And night and morning, then, were the first day, + --Even so was I. Yet, as I slept last night, + My soul surged towards thy love's controlling power; + And, quickened now with the sun's splendid might, + Breaks into unimaginable flower, + Knowing thy soul knows this for beacon-light-- + The culmination of the harvest hour. + + + + + VICTORY + + Because your strife and labour have been vain, + Ye who have striven, shall I forego, forget + The far-off goal where to my feet were set + In the old days when life was first made plain? + Upward in April, who, meeting with the rain, + Did turn, the first shy mayflowers still are met? + I who have sought, yea, who am seeking yet, + What pain have I like unto your sore pain? + So let me go as one yearning, that braves, + With shipmen that have knowledge of the sea, + The wind disastrous and the ponderous waves + (Because his love dwells in some far countree), + Crying, "Not one of all your million graves + Is deep enough to keep my love from me!" + + + + + THE LAST STORM + + From north, from east, the strong wind hurries down + Against the window-pane the sleet rings fast; + The moon hath hid her face away, aghast, + And darkness keeps each corner of the town. + The garden hedges wear a heavy crown, + And the old poplars shriek, as night drifts past, + That, leagues on desolate leagues away, at last + One comes to know he too must surely drown. + And yet at noon, to-morrow, when I go + Out to the white, white edges of the plain, + I shall not grieve for this night's hurricane, + Seeing how, in a little hollow, sinks the snow + Around the southmost tree, where a lean crow + Sits noisily impatient for the rain. + + + + + A LAST WORD + + And if it be I shall not sing again, + And thou have wonder at my silent ways, + I pray thee think my days not weary days, + Or that my heart is dumb for some new pain. + Seeing that words are nought, nor may remain, + Why should I strive with Time? Come blame, come praise, + I am but one of them his might betrays + At last, when all men learn that all was vain. + And yet one thing Time cannot wrest from me. + Therefore, cry out, yea, even to the throng + That pauseth not for echo of a song, + "O, your red gold is very fair. But he + Is glad as heaven to loiter and dream along + His Lady Beauty's path continually." + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43013.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43013.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5e9e53d674b5015177857bbd03a2c627e5d22e13 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43013.txt @@ -0,0 +1,436 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: + + Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have + been preserved. + + Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. + + + + + Animal + Analogues. + + [Illustration] + + Verses and Illustrations + + By Robert Williams Wood. + + Author of "How To Tell The Birds From the Flowers." + + Published by Paul Elder and Company. + San Francisco and New York. + + + + + Copyright 1908 + By + Paul Elder and Company. + + + + +Contents. + + Page. + + The Bee--The Beet--The Beetle. 1. + + The Ant--The Pheas-ant. 2. + + The Bunny--The Tunny. 3. + + The Eel--The Eelephant. 4. + + The Puss--The Octo-pus. 5. + + The Gnu--The Newt. 6. + + The Hare--The Harrier. 8. + + The Pipe-fish--The Sea-gar. 9. + + The Cow--The Cowry. 10. + + The Doe--The Dodo. 11. + + The Ray--The Raven. 12. + + The Coot--The Bandicoot. 14. + + The Ape--The Grape. 16. + + The Elk--The Whelk. 17. + + The Cross-Bill--The Sweet-William. 18. + + The Pitcher-Plant--The Fly-Catcher. 19. + + The Antelope--The Cantelope. 20. + + The P-Cock--The Q-Cumber. 22. + + The Pen-guin--The Sword-fish. 23. + + The Yellow-Hammer--The Saw-fish. 24. + + The Pansy--The Chim-pansy. 26. + + Naught--Argonaut. 27. + + Author's Add-end-'em. 28. + + + + + [Illustration: The Bee. The Beet. The Beetle.] + + Good Mr. Darwin once contendeds + That Beetles were from Bees descended; + And as my pictures show, I think, + The Beet must be the missing-link. + The Sugar-Beet and Honey-Bee + Supply the Beetle's pedigree: + The family is now complete,-- + The Bee, the Beetle and the Beet. + + + + + [Illustration: The Ant. The Pheas-ant.] + + The Ant is known by his ant-ennae, + Where-as the pheas-ant hasn't any, + And that is why he wears, instead, + A small red cap upon his head: + Without his Fez, indeed the pheasant + Would be quite bald and quite un-Pleasant. + + + + + [Illustration: The Bunny. The Tunny.] + + The superficial naturalists have often been misled, + By failing to dis-crim-inate between the tail and head: + It really is unfortunate such carelessness prevails, + Because the Bunnies have their heads where Tunnies have their + tails. + + + + + [Illustration: The Eel. The Eelephant.] + + The marked aversion which we feel, + When in the presence of the Eel, + Makes many view with consternation, + The Elephant's front ele-vation. + Such folly must be clearly due + To their peculiar point of view. + + + + + [Illustration: The Puss. The Octo-pus.] + + The Octo-pus or Cuttle-fish! + I'm sure that none of us would wish + To have him scuttle 'round the house, + Like puss, when she espies a mouse: + When you secure your house-hold pet, + Be very sure you do not get + The Octo-pus, or there may be + Dom-es-tic in-_felis_-ity. + + + + + [Illustration: The Gnu. The Newt.] + + The Gnu conspicuously wears + His coat of gnumerous bristling hairs, + While, as we see, the modest Newt + Of such a coat is destitute. + (I'm only telling this to you, + And it is strictly "entre gnu".) + In point of fact the Newt is nude, + And therefore he does not obtrude, + But hides in some secluded gnook, + Beneath the surface of the brook: + It's almost more than he can bear, + To slyly take his breath of air, + His need of which is absolute, + Because, you see, he is a Pneu-t.[A] + + [A] This stands for air, like aero-static, + Greek--"pneumos"--air--comp-air "pneu-matic". + + [Illustration] + + + + + [Illustration: The Hare. The Harrier.] + + The Harrier, harassed by the Hare, + Presents a picture of despair; + Altho' as far as I'm concerned, + I love to see the tables turned. + The Harrier flies with all his might, + It is a harum-scare'm flight: + I'm not surprised he does not care + To meet the fierce pursuing Hare! + + + + + [Illustration; The Pipe-fish. The Sea-gar.] + + To smoke a herring is to make + A most lamentable mistake, + Particularly since there are + The Pipe-fish and the long Sea-gar: + Bear this in mind when next you wish + To smoke your after-dinner fish. + + + + + [Illustration: The Cow. The Cowry.] + + The Cowry seems to be, somehow, + A sort of mouth-piece for the Cow: + A speaking likeness one might say, + Which I've endeavored to portray. + + + + + [Illustration: The Doe. The Dodo.] + + The Doe and her peculiar _double_ + No longer are a source of trouble, + Because the Dodo, it appears, + Has been extinct for many years. + She was too proud to disembark + With total strangers in Noah's Ark, + And we rejoice because her pride + Our Nature book has simplified. + + + + + [Illustration: The Ray. The Raven.] + + The Raven is a kind of crow, + Immortalized by Mr. Poe, + And we are often led astray + By its resemblance to the Ray; + The one which I denominate, + Is termed by fisher-men the Skate; + I much prefer the latter phrase, + There are so many kinds of Rays: + There're Rays of hope, and Rays of light. + X Rays, and Rays more _re_-con-dite, + Which, though of interest to Science, + With Ravens have but small alliance. + + + + + [Illustration: The Coot. The Bandicoot.] + + I do not wish to at-tri-bute + Importance to the common Coot, + Or mud-hen, whom most persons scorn, + Because she chanced to be "Earth-born". + The small Australian Bandicoots + Are said to spring from Kanga-roots, + Which roots, as you of course foresee, + Are those of their ancestral tree, + The motto of which vegetable + Is just "O possum"[B] (I am able). + + + [B] The Bandicoot and Kangaroo, + As well as the Opossum too, + Are relatives because all three + Belong to the same family. + + [Illustration] + + + + + [Illustration: The Ape. The Grape. + To see her shape + Invert the ape!] + + The Apes, from whom we are descended, + Hang ape-x down from trees suspended, + And since we find them in the trees, + We term them arbor-iginees. + We all have seen the monkey-shines, + Cut up by those who pluck from vines + The Grape and then subject its juices + To Baccha-nalian abuses. + + + + + [Illustration: The Elk. The Whelk.] + + A roar of welkome through the welkin + Is certain proof you'll find the Elk "in"; + But if you listen to the shell, + In which the Whelk is said to dwell, + And hear a roar, beyond a doubt + It indicates the Whelk is "out". + + + + + [Illustration: Cross Bill. Sweet William.] + + No-body but an imbecile + Mistakes Sweet William for Cross Bill; + And even I can scarcely claim + The skill to make them look the same, + Which proves there's nothing in a name. + + + + + [Illustration: The Pitcher Plant. The Fly-Catcher.] + + The Pitcher Plant we may define, + The flower of the base-ball nine; + This name perhaps the plant belies, + For Pitcher Plants sometimes catch flies; + The "Fly"-Catcher we educate + To firmly stand behind the plate, + To stop, and treat with circumspection, + Whatever comes in his direction. + + + + + [Illustration: The Antelope. The Cantelope.] + + The Antelope and Cantelope + Lie side by side upon the slope, + And careless persons might, I fear, + Mistake the melon for the deer. + If you will tap the Cantelope, reposing on the ground, + It does not move, but just emits a melon-choly sound; + But should you try, however, to apply a stethoscope, + And attempt this auscultation on the antlered Antelope, + And should see an imitation of a very rapid flight, + And should say, "It is the Antelope!" I think you would be right. + + + + + [Illustration: The P-Cock. The Q-Cumber.] + + The striking similarity of this P-Q-liar pair, + No longer need en-cumber us or fill us with despair; + The P-Cock and the Q-Cumber you never need confuse. + If you pay attention to the I's[Illustration] and mind your P's + and Q's. + + + + + [Illustration: The Pen-guin. The Sword-fish.] + + We have for many years been bored + By that old saw about the sword + And pen, and now we all rejoice, + To see how Nature made her choice: + She made, regardless of offendin', + The Sword-fish mightier than the Penguin. + + + + + [Illustration: The Yellow-Hammer.] + + [Illustration: The Saw-Fish.] + + The Yellow-Hammer, or the Flicker, + More briefly "Golden-winged Wood-picker", + My drawing of which _striking_ bird + May seem to you perhaps absurd, + You even may suspect I stole + The idea from some Totem-pole: + But when you gaze upon the Fish, + You lose all patience and say "Pish! + I don't believe you ever saw + A Saw-fish look like this, Oh Pshaw! + There certainly is some mistake, + This is a saw-did Nature fake, + In fact a perfect cata-clysm + Of fishy Yellow-journalism." + + + + + [Illustration: The Pansy. The Chim-pansy.] + + Observe how Nature's necromancies + Have clearly painted on the Pansies + These almost human counte-nances, + In yellow, blue and black nu-ances. + The face, however, seems to me + To be that of the Chimpanzee, + A fact which makes the gentle Pansy + Appeal no longer to my fancy. + + + + + [Illustration: Naught. Nautilus.] + + The Argonaut or Nautilus, + With habits quite adventurous, + A combination of a snail, + A jelly-fish and paper sail. + The parts of him that did not jell + Are packed securely in his shell. + It is not strange that when I sought + To find his double, I found naught. + + + + + Author's Add-end-'em. + + + If you have read my former words, + And learned to recognize the Birds, + And how to tell them from Flowers, + And know these Analogues of ours, + You never need be led astray + By Darwin, Audubon, or Gray, + Whose writings, though considered classic, + Savor some-what of the Jurassic. + Your work though is but just begun, + While mine, I'm glad to say, is done. + To you the field I now leave clear, + Upset my ink, and disappear! + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Animal Analogues, by Robert Williams Wood + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43039.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43039.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..88ebbfffa88c8469d062d392c20b975f0474ffbf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43039.txt @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ + + + LITTLE + HENRY + AND + HIS BIRD + + [Illustration] + + NEW LONDON: + JOHN R. BOLLES. + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1851, by John R. +Bolles, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Connecticut. + + [Illustration] + + + + + LITTLE HENRY AND HIS BIRD. + + +Little Henry took his book one day and went into the garden to study. +He sat where the arbor cast a pleasant shade, and he could smell the +fragrance of the flowers that he himself had planted. At times, he would +forget his book while listening to the music of the birds, or gazing at +the peonies and tulips, but he would soon think again of his lesson, and +commence studying with new zeal. He was to recite in an hour, so he had +wisely chosen a comfortable place, and bravely resolved to conquer his +lesson as soon as possible. All at once the yellow cat, which had been +watching on the wall, sprang at a beautiful red bird and tumbled down +with it at Henry's feet. He started and caught the bird away from the +furious cat, but some of its bright feathers were flying about on the +ground, and one wing was so hurt that it could not fly, so he ran into +the house and told the story to his mother. She pitied the poor little +thing, and brought an old cage from the garret, where, placing the bird +softly upon the perch, she fastened it in so as to have no more trouble +from the cat. It was well that Henry had learned his lesson, and was +able to repeat it to his mother, for now he could think of nothing but +the bird. He gathered chickweed and flowers to place in its cage, and +gave it water and some crumbs and seeds. For a long time it seemed too +ill to eat, and when at last it picked up a few seeds, he danced about +the room for joy. + + [Illustration] + +Next day the little bird seemed better, for it ate seeds and crumbs, +and dipped its bill in the water. So Henry shut the cat into another +room, and placed the bird on the sill of the open window. He did not +suppose it was well enough to fly away, and he even fancied it would +never wish to leave him, but would live in his house and sing to him, +sit on his finger and be his own bird, and think itself the happiest of +birds, too, with such a friend and protector. The tall flowers growing +around the window, and the gentle breeze and sunshine, made it very +pleasant, and the little bird seemed to enjoy it, for raising its head +it sung as if delighted, and Henry was doubly delighted to think he +possessed such a treasure. By-and-by a bird like Henry's came and sat +on a rose bush, close to the open window, and sang a joyous strain. It +then flew away, and behold Henry's bird lifted up its wings and flew +away with it, and together they went to the top of a great oak tree, +and then there was such a singing as if all the birds were rejoicing +together. Henry stood alone at the window--his beautiful bird was +gone. The cage stood there with the cup of water and the seeds, but he +turned away his eyes, and covering his face with his hands, burst into +tears. His father came in, and seeing his grief, inquired the cause. +When Henry had told him, he took him on his knee and said, "My son, if +you should go away on an errand, and should get hurt by some furious +animal, so that you could not come back, we should all be in trouble, +and when you became able to return, we should be very happy. Shall we +not be glad, then, with the birds, because their lost one is found? You +may still hear it sing from the trees, and see its bright plumage as it +skips about the garden, and know that it is happier there than it would +be in confinement, where its song would seem to be-- + + "Thanks, little stranger, for all thy care, + But dearly I love the clear cool air; + And my snug little nest, on the old oak tree, + Is better than a golden cage to me." + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +Still, if you want something which will fly in the air, and yet return +when you wish it, be a good boy, and when I come home again I will bring +it for you." Henry no longer shed tears for the bird when he thought of +its being so happy in freedom. + + [Illustration] + +All the afternoon he studied and worked and played as usual, often +wondering what it was that his father would bring him. At length sunset +came, and his father returned, bringing him a handsome kite, adorned +with painted pictures. "O, father," cried Henry, after he had joyfully +examined it, "may I go and play with it now?" "Not now," replied his +father, "but in the morning when the wind is fresh I will show you how +to raise it, and you may see it fly." Early the next morning Henry rose +while a faint star was still shining in at his window, and kneeling +down with a confiding heart, he repeated softly and slowly, his morning +prayer. He then took his kite and went down into the garden, where the +sun was just lighting up the dew-drops, making them shine like diamonds, +and the breeze was fresh and strong. In a few minutes his father +appeared, smiling at his promptness, and went with him into the field to +assist in raising his kite. + + [Illustration] + +Proudly it soared away until the yellow star upon it looked smaller +than the morning star that had peeped in at Henry's window, and as they +watched it moving through the air like a bird, his father told him that +Benjamin Franklin, a philosopher, once tried an experiment with a kite, +by which he discovered the nature of lightning. Henry said he thought +Benjamin Franklin was a little boy that paid all his money away for a +whistle. "So he was," said his father, "but he learnt wisdom by his +mistakes, and that made him a philosopher." Henry wanted to hear all +about the experiment. So his father told him how Franklin made his kite +with an iron point at the top, and the string of hemp with the lower +part of silk, and a key fastened where the two were tied together, and +how he raised it in a thunder-storm, and the iron drew the lightning +which passed down the hemp-string to the key, but no further, because it +could not pass down a silken string; that he then drew it down so as +to touch the key, when he received a spark like that from an electrical +machine, which showed that electrical sparks are of the same nature as +lightning, which no one knew before, and which was a great and useful +discovery. Henry was pleased with the story, but when his father told +him that another man trying the same experiment afterwards, was killed +by the lightning, the little boy said that he should not care about +trying it himself. + + [Illustration] + +Thus the time passed pleasantly until they returned to breakfast, and +when they heard the birds singing sweetly among the trees, Henry was +glad that his little red bird was among them, free and happy. + + + + + DIALOGUE + + BETWEEN A CHILD AND BIRD. + + + Little bird, little bird, come to me! + I have a green cage ready for thee; + Many bright flowers I'll bring to you, + And fresh ripe cherries, all wet with dew. + + Thanks, little stranger, for all thy care, + But dearly I love the clear cool air; + And my snug little nest on the old oak tree, + Is better than a golden cage to me. + + Little bird, little bird, where wilt thou go + When the fields are all buried in snow? + The ice will cover the old oak tree-- + Little bird, little bird, stay with me. + + No, little stranger, God guides me, + Over the hills and over the sea-- + I would be free as the morning air, + Chasing the sunshine everywhere. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43050.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43050.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6682d12e2476091436324810551146cd289115f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43050.txt @@ -0,0 +1,301 @@ + + +[Illustration] + + + + + A + NEW HISTORY + OF + BLUE BEARD. + + WRITTEN BY + GAFFER BLACK BEARD. + + For the Amusement of Little LACK + BEARD, and his PRETTY + SISTERS. + + Adorned with Cuts. + + From Sidney's Press, + NEW-HAVEN. + + 1806 + + + + +A New History of BLUE BEARD. + + +[Illustration] + +Once upon a time there lived, a great way off, an old man who had two +daughters, the name of the eldest was Fatima, the youngest Irene. Irene +was a very pretty girl, but Fatima was beauty itself; and so very good +besides, that every body loved her: you may see her introduced to a +gentleman, to whom she was going to be married, her father having +given his consent, had not the fame of her beauty reached the ears of +a very great man, I should have said tyrant, for he was a very cruel +over-bearing nobleman, and had been married to several ladies, of whom +nobody knew what was become: but as he was very rich, and lived in a +grand castle, of which I here present you with the drawing; he some how +or other, was never long without a wife. This nobleman, whose name was +Abomelique, but generally called Blue Beard, on account of his beard +being of that color, being determined to see her, under a pretence of +business paid the father of Fatima a visit. Poor Fatima! she little +thought the great Abomelique was come to her father's cottage on her +account; but so it was, he came attended like a king, (you may see him +in the picture) the father of Fatima standing at the door to receive +him; as soon as he entered the house the old man entertained him +in the best manner he could, and ordered his two daughters to dress +themselves in their best, and wait upon him; who, being good girls, +soon did as they were bid; no sooner did Blue Beard see Fatima than he +fell violently in love with her. I should not say love, for it was that +kind of love a wolf has for a pretty innocent lamb; so without any +more ado, he told her father the reason of his coming, offering to make +her his wife; and that himself, and his other daughter, should go and +live with him at the Castle. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +The father was quite delighted with the offer, especially as Blue Beard +told him he should be the master of all his slaves, and next himself in +power. Irene too tho't she should like it vastly; "what a fine thing," +said she to herself, "it will be to have fine rooms to walk in when +the weather is bad, and gardens to range in when the weather is fine; +well, I almost wish he had fallen in love with me, for I don't think +the great Abomelique would be so ugly, if it was not for his monstrous +great Blue Beard;" Such was the thought of Irene. As to poor Fatima she +fainted away, which frightened Blue Beard, who would have been glad +to have found her agreeable to his wishes, however with much ado they +brought her to herself when Blue Beard left her, promising to come +the next day, and fetch her in state to the Castle: after he was gone +nothing ran in the father's head but how he should enjoy himself at the +Castle. As to Irene, she could not help pitying her sister, who was in +a sad taking. + +[Illustration] + +Fatima had a real love for Selim, to whom her father had promised his +consent in marriage. You see promises with some, like pye-crust, is +made to be broken. Ah! silly old man, you little think about the evil +that hangs over your daughter's head. As Fatima knew she should be +forced to go with Blue Beard, she wrote immediately to Selim. Now only +think what a fine thing it is to be a scholar, for if Fatima could not +have wrote to her lover, nobody else would have done it for her, and +what would have been the consequence you will find by and by; so above +all things learn to read your book, that your daddy and mammy may learn +you to write too; well as soon as she had finished her letter, she gave +it to a trusty messenger, who set off full speed and soon arrived at +Selim's house. I must now return to Blue Beard, who could not get a +wink of sleep all night, so much did he think of his intended bride: +so, no sooner had the sun gilded the mountain's tops than he was up, +and the procession was ordered to move towards the village; you can +think what a fine sight it was, first came two trumpeters, then two +kettle-drums, then two French horns, then two men with fine silken +flags, then some of his black slaves armed with bows and arrows; next +came the great Abomelique himself, riding on an elephant, under a fine +silken canopy; next followed another elephant richly dressed, with a +fine seat on his back, with a silken canopy over it, for Fatima and her +sister; a fine Arabian horse followed, led by a black slave, for her +father; a band of music following; then his slaves armed with bows and +arrows, closed the procession. Blue Beard brought some fine clothes +along with him for Fatima and her sister, which the father insisted +upon her wearing. It was in vain for her to tell him she could not +be happy, as her heart was given to Selim; he knew that Blue Beard +was very rich, and like many others, he thought happiness consisted +in wealth; so, says he, have him you must, and have him you shall: +Abomelique, at the same time, took all manner of pains to please her; +for, beside the fine clothes, he brought her jewels and diamonds in +profusion, and promised she should want for nothing when she got to the +castle. + +After being dressed in a very grand manner she was put or rather forced +into her seat on the elephant's back along with her sister Irene; the +ladies round about, who came to the sight, could scarce keep from +envying her, forgetting that very fine clothes may hide a very heavy +heart, as it did now. No sooner was the company seated than the music +began to play, and off the great Abomelique marched in triumph with +his prize. Her lover Selim no sooner received her letter, than knowing +no time was to be lost, went directly to his brother, who commanded a +troop, who promised to assist him to the utmost, so it was agreed to +muster their men, and to set off immediately for the father, and bring +Fatima away: or, if Blue Beard had already got her, to force her from +him, who by now had arrived at his Castle. Sure nothing could equal the +rejoicings made to welcome her.--Blue Beard conducted her to a fine +seat in a magnificent garden, where refreshments were placed and some +of the females were ordered to dance to entertain her; but for all this +she was still melancholy; as to her father he was as merry as a grig, +pulling about the women, and driving about the men; and Irene would +have been merry could she have seen her sister so. Blue Beard having +a mind to leave her a little to herself, pretended he had business of +the utmost importance to transact, told her he must leave her till the +evening, giving her at the same time the keys of all the apartments of +the Castle, telling her, as she was mistress of the place to go freely +into any of them, except that room, the door of which was in the Blue +Chamber; and of which this key, set with diamonds, opens the lock; upon +your life don't go into that chamber, giving Fatima the keys; and then +with a look that frightened her sadly, left her; as soon as he was +gone, Irene cried, 'now is not that kind of him to give you the keys to +go where you please?' 'No, my dear sister,' said Fatima, 'I had much +rather he had kept them; you find I am forbid going into one room, did +not you hear him say, my life depended on it.' + +'I don't think anything of that,' said Irene, 'I long to see that +chamber in particular; come don't mope so, if you had not seen Selim +first, you might be very happy, for setting aside his beard I don't +think Abomelique so very ugly; now as he won't be at home till evening, +pray do let us go over the Castle, I long to have a rummage.' It was a +long while before Irene could persuade her sister to go; however she +agreed at length, and away they went; it would tire your patience if I +told you all the fine things they saw, in one of the rooms there was a +fine guitar hanging up, which Fatima took down, and began playing upon +to divert her melancholy. + +Irene would not let her sister play upon it long, for she was impatient +to see the rest of the chambers, when at length they arrived at the +blue one, this was the grandest of all, it was lined with looking +glasses, ornamented with fine blue enamelled frames; here you might see +yourself from head to foot; the mantle piece was supported by pillars +of the finest blue china; and though it was called the Blue Chamber, +it might as well have been called the Golden one as the floor was +lined with it, two glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling by chains of +gold. In short, nothing was wanting to make this the finest room that +ever was seen: in the middle of this chamber stood the door of that +they were forbid to enter: 'well, sister Fatima,' says Irene, 'I am +quite delighted with this place, I should like to see the next chamber +vastly, I dare say it must be finer still; come, what say you to it, +shall we look at it? there is nobody here to see us, and you know we +need not tell of ourselves.' + +'Dear sister,' said Fatima, 'pray don't ask me, I dread the thought of +it, let us be satisfied with what we have seen, and return; indeed I +begin to be tired with the ramble we have had;' 'well, my dear sister,' +said Irene, 'we may not have such another opportunity a great while, +if you wont go in, let us just open the door, and only look in, sure +there can be no great harm in that.' 'I could like to please you,' says +Fatima, 'but I am sadly afraid;' 'Pho!' cried Irene, 'don't be afraid +before you are hurt; come, fear nothing.' Fatima, to please her, took +the key all sparkling with diamonds, and put it to the lock, when the +door flew open in an instant, and discovered such a dismal scene, that +Fatima instantly fainted away, the walls were lined with the skeletons, +and the floor was strewed with the limbs of the dead wives the cruel +Blue Beard had already murdered, which were swimming in their blood, +into which, when Fatima fainted, she dropt the key. At one end of this +dismal room stood the figure of death holding a dart, and over him was +wrote, in characters of blood, _The punishment of curiosity_. 'Mercy on +me!' said Fatima, as soon as she recovered, 'what will become of me. +Abomelique will surely find me out, and no doubt serve me as he has +done the poor creatures we have just seen.' + +'Come, dear sister,' said Irene, 'let us get away, I am very sorry +I persuaded you to open the door;'--'Where is the key gone,' says +Fatima, ''tis not in the door?' 'Perhaps it is dropt,' says Irene; and +so it was sure enough, and what was worse, into the blood: she took +it up, locked the door, and wiped the blood from off her hands, but +in spite of all they could do, they could not wipe it from the key. +Now you must know this key was the gift of a fairy to Blue Beard; and +when poor Fatima found she could not clean it, she cried bitterly, and +Irene could not help crying too. 'You know, my dear, 'tis a saying, one +trouble seldom comes alone;' and that was the case now; for while they +were thinking what they should do, a black slave entered to tell them +Abomelique was returned, and expected them in the grand saloon. This +was terrible news for Fatima, who gave herself up for lost; however, +go she must. + +'Now as they were going,' Fatima says to Irene, 'my dear sister, +yesterday I wrote to Selim, and as I make no doubt but he received the +letter, this day I hoped to see him; pray do you go to the top of the +tower, and if he should be coming, beckon him with your handkerchief +to make haste.' Away went Irene with a heavy heart; while Fatima, with +a heavier one, went to meet Blue Beard; who, as soon as he saw her, +cried out, 'Well Madam, how have you entertained yourself? don't you +think there are sights in the Castle worth looking at?' 'Yes,' replied +Fatima, sighing, 'there are indeed!'--'But why sigh, my love!' says +Blue Beard, 'I hope you have not broke the order I gave you; come, give +me the keys.' Poor Fatima with an aching heart, put her hand into her +pocket, and pulling out the keys, gave them to him with a trembling +hand. + +Blue Beard was afraid something had happened by her trembling; he +no sooner saw the blood on the key of the chamber he forbid her to +enter, than his countenance changed, and he roared out in a voice like +thunder, 'Ah! wretch, I see what you have been at; you have seen my +former wives, who have forfeited their lives by their curiosity, and +you shall now go and lay among them.' + +So saying he seized her by the hair of her head: when, falling on her +knees, she besought him to spare her life; but he was a monster not to +be moved. When she found he was determined to kill her, she begged him +to grant her a little time to say her prayers. He bid her go, but not +be long or he would fetch her. + +Getting up into her chamber, she called for her sister, and asked her +if she saw any thing. 'No, dear sister,' said Irene, 'nothing but the +dreary common and the sky.' 'Are you most done?' said Blue Beard; +'yes,' cried Fatima; when calling again to Irene, she said, 'sister, +what do you see?' 'Nothing, dear sister, but a flock of sheep.' 'Are +you not a coming?' said Blue Beard, in a surlier voice than before; +'yes directly,' said Fatima; when calling to her sister, she asked her +if she saw nothing? 'yes,' cried Irene, 'I see a great cloud of dust, +but it is a great way off.' 'If you don't come down,' Blue Beard roared +out, 'I will fetch you;' 'coming,' cried Fatima: when calling again +to her sister, she asked her what she saw? 'I see,' cried Irene, 'a +number of horsemen riding full speed towards the Castle;' 'wave your +handkerchief, dear sister, that they may make more haste, or I fear it +will be all over with me.' + +At this instant entered Blue Beard, and seizing her hair, began +dragging her towards the Blue Chamber, while her shrieks were enough +to pierce the heart of stone. He had not dragged her far before he +heard the sound of feet on the stairs and as tyrants are always +cowards, he stopt to listen. + +[Illustration] + +He had not stopt long before Selim, (who had forced into the Castle) +following the cries of Fatima, rushed into the room, with his sword in +hand. 'Villain', said Blue Beard, drawing his scymater, 'what dost thou +here?' 'Tyrant,' cried Selim, 'to punish such a monster as thou art.' +They said no more, but at it they went. Despair lent courage to Blue +Beard; love to Selim; while poor Fatima sat trembling on the floor. At +length Selim prevailed: for running Blue Beard through the body, he +laid him breathless on the floor. + +He now went to Fatima, who was fainting, and taking her in his arms, +carried her to the window to give her air. + +In the mean time his brother had overcome the slaves, who were not +sorry to hear of Blue Beard's death. + +Selim took possession of the Castle, gave the slaves their liberty, +and married Fatima. Selim's brother fell in love with and married +Irene, and they all lived together happily. + + + + + Cruel Blue Beard being dead + And those lovers in his stead, + Time goes merrily along, + Now a dance, and then a song: + for whenever true love's found, + Joy and pleasure will abound. + By the poor around they're blest, + By the rich around carest; + Guilt may leave behind its stings, + Nought but comfort virtue brings. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A New History of Blue Beard, by Gaffer Black Beard + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43094.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43094.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a6b04a39d061245da2dea92f2545c015b4f7086f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43094.txt @@ -0,0 +1,545 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson + + + + + + + + + Thy Sea is Great + Our Boats are Small + + + AND + + Other Hymns + of To-Day + + By + HENRY VAN DYKE + + + New York Chicago + Fleming H. Revell Company + London and Edinburgh + + + Copyright, 1922, by + FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY + + _Printed in United States of America_ + + New York: 158 Fifth Avenue + Chicago: 17 North Wabash Ave. + London: 21 Paternoster Square + Edinburgh: 75 Princes Street + + + + + FOREWORD + + +These verses are simple expressions of common Christian feelings and +desires in this present time,--hymns of today that may be sung together +by people who know the thought of the age, and are not afraid that any +truth of science will destroy religion, or any revolution on earth +overthrow the kingdom of heaven. Therefore these are hymns of trust and +joy and hope. + +In the writing, each of them has followed a familiar air, heard in the +mind; and the names of these tunes are given. But if some one with the +gift of melody should compose new and better music for the hymns, the +author would be glad and grateful. As they stand, they are at the service +of all who ask and receive the permission of the publishers to use them. + + Henry Van Dyke. + + _Avalon_ + _March 30, 1922_ + + + + + CONTENTS + + + PAGE + I. Voyagers 9 + II. The Burning Bush 12 + III. Children in the Market-Place 14 + IV. Jesus Return 16 + V. One in Christ 19 + VI. Foundations 21 + VII. Victoria 23 + + + Three Earlier Hymns + Hymn of Labor 27 + Hymn of Joy 29 + Peace Hymn of the Republic 31 + + + + + I + VOYAGERS + + + "The sea is his, and he made it."--Ps. XCV:5. + + + O Maker of the Mighty Deep + Whereon our vessels fare, + Above our life's adventure keep + Thy faithful watch and care. + In Thee we trust, whate'er befall; + Thy sea is great, our boats are small. + + We know not where the secret tides + Will help us or delay, + Nor where the lurking tempest hides, + Nor where the fogs are gray. + We trust in Thee, whate'er befall; + Thy sea is great, our boats are small. + + When outward bound we boldly sail + And leave the friendly shore, + Let not our heart of courage fail + Until the voyage is o'er. + We trust in Thee, whate'er befall; + Thy sea is great, our boats are small. + + When homeward bound we gladly turn, + O bring us safely there, + Where harbor-lights of friendship burn + And peace is in the air. + We trust in Thee, whate'er befall; + Thy sea is great, our boats are small. + + Beyond the circle of the sea, + When voyaging is past, + We seek our final port in Thee; + O bring us home at last. + In Thee we trust, whate'er befall; + Thy sea is great, our boats are small. + + 8.6.8.6.4.4.4.4 + Meiringen. + + + + + II + THE BURNING BUSH + + + "I will now turn aside and see this great sight."--Exod. III:3. + + + Thy wisdom and Thy might appear, + Eternal God, through every year; + From day to day, from hour to hour, + Thy works reveal self-ordered power. + + We worship Thee whose will hath laid + Thy sovereign rule on all things made; + The faithful stars, the fruitful earth, + Obey Thy laws that gave them birth. + + Yet Thou canst make a marvel shine + Amid these mighty laws of Thine. + As when Thy servant Moses came + And saw the bush with Thee aflame. + + We turn aside and tread the ways + That lead through wonder up to praise; + Wherever Thou by man art found + The homely earth is holy ground. + + If Thou hast formed us out of dust + Through ages long,--in Thee we trust; + O grant us in our souls to see + The living flame that comes from Thee. + + L. M. + Canonbury. + + + + + III + CHILDREN IN THE MARKET-PLACE + + + "They are like children in the market-place."--Luke VII:32. + + + Like children in the market-place + Who weary of their play, + We turn from folly's idle race + And come to Thee today. + O Jesus, teller of the tale + That never will grow old, + Thy words of living truth prevail + Our listening hearts to hold. + + Tell us of Father-love that speaks + Peace to the wandering child; + Of valiant Shepherd-love that seeks + The lost sheep in the wild; + Of deep Redeemer-love that knows + What sins we need forgiven, + And on the Magdalen bestows + The purest joy of Heaven. + + Tell us of faith that's like a sword, + And hope that's like a star; + How great the patient soul's reward, + How blest the loyal are. + Tell us of courage like a wall + No storm can batter down; + Tell us of men who venture all + For Thee, and win a crown. + + Tell us that life is not a game, + But real and brave and true; + A journey with a glorious aim, + A quest to carry through. + Tell us that though our wills are weak + And though we children be, + The everlasting good we seek + We can attain through Thee. + + C. M. D. + St. Leonard. + + + + + IV + JESUS RETURN + + +"I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you."--St. John XIV:18. + + + Return, dear Lord, to those who look + With eager eyes that yearn + For Thee among the garden flowers; + After the dark and lonely hours, + As morning light return. + + Return to those who wander far, + With lamps that dimly burn, + Along the troubled road of thought, + Where doubt and conflict come unsought,-- + With inward joy return. + + Return to those on whom the yoke + Of life is hard and stern; + Renew the hope within their breast, + Draw them to Thee and give them rest; + O Friend of Man, return. + + Return to this war-weary world, + And help us all to learn + Thy secret of victorious life, + The love that triumphs over strife,-- + O prince of Peace, return. + + Jesus, we ask not now that day + When all men shall discern + Thy coming with the angelic host; + Today, to all who need Thee most, + In silent ways, return! + + 8.6.8.8.6 + Elton. + + + + + V + ONE IN CHRIST + + + "Other sheep I have, which are not of this fold."--St. John X:16. + + + No form of human framing, + No bond of outward might, + Can bind Thy Church together, Lord, + And all her flocks unite; + But, Jesus, Thou hast told us + How unity must be: + Thou art with God the Father one, + And we are one in Thee. + + The mind that is in Jesus + Will guide us into truth, + The humble, open, joyful mind + Of ever-learning youth; + The heart that is in Jesus + Will lead us out of strife, + The giving and forgiving heart + That follows love in life. + + Wherever men adore Thee, + Our souls with them would kneel; + Wherever men implore Thy help, + Their trouble we would feel; + And where men do Thy service, + Though knowing not Thy sign, + Our hand is with them in good work, + For they are also Thine. + + Forgive us, Lord, the folly + That quarrels with Thy friends, + And draw us nearer to Thy heart + Where every discord ends; + Thou art the crown of manhood, + And Thou of God the Son; + O Master of our many lives, + In Thee our life is one. + + 7.6.8.6.D. + Alford. + + + + + VI + FOUNDATIONS + + + "Those things which cannot be shaken"--Heb. XII:28. + + + Now again the world is shaken, + Tempests break on sea and shore; + Earth with ruin overtaken, + Trembles while the storm-winds roar. + He abideth who confideth, + God is God forevermore. + + Thrones are falling, heathen raging, + Peoples dreaming as of yore + Vain imaginations, waging + Man with man, unmeaning war. + He abideth who confideth, + Christ is King forevermore. + + Human wisdom in confusion, + Casts away the forms it wore; + Ancient error, new illusion, + Lose the phantom fruit they bore, + He abideth who confideth, + Truth is truth forevermore. + + Right eternal, Love immortal, + Built the House where we adore; + Mercy is its golden portal, + Virtue its unshaken floor. + He abideth who confideth, + God is God forevermore. + + 8.7.8.7.4.4.7. + Regent Square. + + + + + VII + VICTORIA + + + "Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."--St. John XVI:33. + + + Thy victory is in the heart, + Thy kingdom is within; + When outward pride and pomp depart, + Thy glory doth begin. + + Thine army, ever in the field, + Is led by love and light; + Thy followers fall but never yield, + Triumphant in the right. + + O King most meek and wonderful, + Grant us among Thy host, + To follow Thee, to fight for Thee, + Knights of the Holy Ghost. + + C. M. + St. Anne. + + + + + THREE EARLIER HYMNS + + + _Hymn of Joy_ + _Peace Hymn of the Republic_ + + _--From "Poems of Henry van Dyke"_ + _Copyright 1911-1920 by_ + _Charles Scribner's Sons._ + + + + + HYMN OF LABOR + + + Jesus, Thou divine Companion, + By Thy lowly human birth + Thou hast come to join the workers, + Burden-bearers of the earth. + Thou, the Carpenter of Naz'reth, + Toiling for Thy daily food, + By Thy patience and Thy courage, + Thou hast taught us toil is good. + + They who tread the path of labor + Follow where Thy feet have trod; + They who work without complaining + Do the holy will of God. + Thou, the peace that passeth knowledge, + Dwellest in the daily strife; + Thou, the Bread of heaven, art broken + In the sacrament of life. + + Every task, however simple, + Sets the soul that does it free; + Every deed of love and kindness + Done to man is done to Thee. + Jesus, Thou divine Companion, + Help us all to work our best; + Bless us in our daily labor, + Lead us to our Sabbath rest. + + 8.7.8.7.D + Beecher. + + + + + HYMN OF JOY + + + Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, + God of glory, Lord of love; + Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, + Praising Thee their sun above. + Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; + Drive the dark of doubt away; + Giver of immortal gladness, + Fill us with the light of day! + + All Thy works with joy surround Thee, + Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays, + Stars and angels sing around Thee, + Centre of unbroken praise: + Field and forest, vale and mountain, + Blooming meadow, billowing sea, + Chanting bird and flowing fountain, + Call us to rejoice in Thee. + + Thou art giving and forgiving, + Ever blessing, ever blest, + Well-spring of the joy of living, + Ocean-depth of happy rest. + Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,-- + All who live in love are Thine: + Teach us how to love each other, + Lift us to the Joy Divine. + + Mortals join the mighty chorus, + Which the morning stars began; + Father-love is reigning o'er us, + Brother-love binds man to man. + Ever singing march we onward, + Victors in the midst of strife; + Joyful music lifts us sunward + In the triumph song of life. + + 8.7.8.7.D + Music from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. + + + + + PEACE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC + + + O Lord, our God, Thy mighty hand + Hath made our country free; + From all her broad and happy land + May praise arise to Thee. + Fulfil the promise of her youth, + Her liberty defend; + By law and order, love and truth, + America befriend! + + The strength of every state increase + In Union's golden chain; + Her thousand cities fill with peace, + Her million fields with grain. + The virtues of her mingled blood + In one new people blend; + By unity and brotherhood + America befriend! + + O suffer not her feet to stray; + But guide her untaught might, + That she may walk in peaceful day, + And lead the world in light. + Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, + Unequal ways amend; + By justice, nation-wide and sure, + America befriend! + + Through all the waiting land proclaim + Thy gospel of good-will; + And may the music of Thy name + In every bosom thrill. + O'er hill and vale, from sea to sea, + Thy holy reign extend; + By faith and hope and charity, + America befriend! + + C.M.D. + Materna. + + + + + Transcriber's Notes + + +--Copyright notices preserved from printed edition (this text is + public-domain in the country of publication) + +--Page scans generously made available by the Internet Archive, + http://archive.org/details/thyseaiOOvand + +--Provided MIDI transcriptions for suggested tunes (all, of course, + pre-1922). + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43206.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43206.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a0ede81a46c4648899482b663696290f378eec69 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43206.txt @@ -0,0 +1,570 @@ + + + THE + _Breaking Crucible;_ + + + AND OTHER + TRANSLATIONS OF GERMAN HYMNS. + + + BY + JAMES W. ALEXANDER, D.D. + + + NEW-YORK: + RANDOLPH, 683 BROADWAY. + MDCCCLXI. + + + + + _The Breaking Crucible;_ + + + AND OTHER + TRANSLATIONS OF GERMAN HYMNS. + + + + + “Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel.” + + + BY F. HARTMANN. + + + 1 Now the crucible is breaking; + Now my faith its seal is taking; + Molten gold, unhurt by fire, + Only thus, ’tis ever given, + Up to joys of highest heaven, + For God’s children to aspire. + + 2 Thus by griefs the Lord is moulding + Mind and spirit, here unfolding + His own image, to endure. + Now he shapes our dust, but later + Is the inner man’s creator; + Thus he works by trial sure. + + 3 Sorrows quell our insurrection, + Bring our members to subjection, + Under Christ’s prevailing will; + While the broken powers he raises + To the work of holy praises + Quietly and softly still. + + 4 Sorrows gather home the senses, + Lest, seduced by earth’s pretenses, + They should after idols stroll, + Like an angel-guard, repelling + Evil from the inmost dwelling, + Bringing order to the soul. + + 5 Sorrow now the harp is stringing + For the everlasting singing, + Teaching us to soar above; + Where the blessed choir, palm-bearing, + Harps are playing, crowns are wearing, + Round the throne with songs of love. + + 6 Sorrow makes alert and daring; + Sorrow is our clay preparing + For the cold rest of the grave; + Sorrow is a herald, hasting, + Of that springtide whose unwasting + Health the dying soul shall save. + + 7 Sorrow makes our faith abiding, + Lowly, childlike, and confiding; + Sorrow! who can speak thy grace? + Earth may name the tribulation, + Heaven has nobler appellation; + Not thus honored all our race. + + 8 Brethren these our perturbations, + Step by step, through many stations, + Lead disciples to their sun. + Soon, though many a pang has wasted, + Soon, though many a death been tasted, + Sorrow’s watch of sighs is done. + + 9 Though the healthful powers were willing, + All the Master’s will fulfilling + By obedience to be tried, + Oh! ’tis still no less a blessing, + Such a Master’s care possessing, + In his furnace to abide. + + 10 In the depth of keenest anguish, + More and more the heart shall languish + After Jesus’ loving heart, + For one blessing only crying: + “Make me like thee in thy dying, + Then thy endless life impart.” + + 11 Till at length, with sighs all breaking, + Through each bond its passage taking, + Lo! the vail is rent in twain! + Who remembers now earth’s treasure? + What a sea of godlike pleasure + High in heaven swells amain! + + 12 Now, with Jesus ever reigning, + Where the ransomed home are gaining, + Bathing in the endless light. + All the heavenly ones are meeting! + Brothers, sisters—let us, greeting, + Claim them ours, by kindred right. + + 13 Jesus! toward that height of heaven + May a prospect clear be given, + Till the parting hour shall come. + Then, from pangs emerging brightly, + May we all be wafted lightly + By angelic convoy home! + + + + + “O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden.” + + + A Passion Hymn by Paul Gerhardt. + + + 1 O sacred head! now wounded, + With grief and shame weighed down, + Now scornfully surrounded + With thorns, thy only crown; + O sacred Head! what glory, + What bliss, till now was thine! + Yet, though despised and gory, + I joy to call thee mine. + + 2 O noblest brow, and dearest! + In other days the world + All feared, when thou appeared’st, + What shame on thee is hurled! + How art thou pale with anguish, + With sore abuse and scorn; + How does that visage languish, + Which once was bright as morn. + + 3 The blushes late residing + Upon that holy cheek, + The roses once abiding + Upon those lips so meek, + Alas! they have departed; + Wan Death has rifled all! + For weak and broken-hearted, + I see thy body fall. + + 4 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered, + Was all for sinners’ gain: + Mine, mine was the transgression, + But thine the deadly pain. + Lo! here I fall, my Saviour, + ’Tis I deserve thy place; + Look on me with thy favor, + Vouchsafe to me thy grace. + + 5 Receive me, my Redeemer, + My Shepherd, make me thine; + Of every good the fountain, + Thou art the spring of mine. + Thy lips with love distilling, + And milk of truth sincere, + With heaven’s bliss are filling + The soul that trembles here. + + 6 Beside thee, Lord, I’ve taken + My place—forbid me not! + Hence will I ne’er be shaken, + Though thou to death be brought. + If pain’s last paleness hold thee, + In agony opprest, + Then, then will I enfold thee + Within this arm and breast! + + 7 The joy can ne’er be spoken, + Above all joys beside. + When in thy body broken + I thus with safety hide. + My Lord of life, desiring + Thy glory now to see. + Beside the cross expiring, + I’d breathe my soul to thee. + + 8 What language shall I borrow + To thank thee, dearest Friend, + For this, thy dying sorrow, + Thy pity without end? + Oh! make me thine forever, + And should I fainting be, + Lord let me never, never + Outlive my love to thee. + + 9 And when I am departing, + Oh! part not thou from me; + When mortal pangs are darting, + Come, Lord, and set me free; + And when my heart must languish + Amidst the final throe, + Release me from mine anguish + By thine own pain and wo! + + 10 Be near me when I am dying, + Oh! show thy cross to me; + And for my succor flying, + Come, Lord, and set me free! + These eyes new faith receiving. + From Jesus shall not move, + For he who dies believing, + Dies safely through thy love. + + + + + “Wie soll ich Dich epfangen.” + + + An Advent Hymn by Paul Gerhardt. + + + 1 Lord, how shall I be meeting, + And how shall I embrace + Thee, earth’s desire, when greeting + My soul’s adorning grace! + O Jesus, Jesus holding + Thyself the flame in sight, + Show how, thy beam beholding, + I may, my Lord, delight. + + 2 Fresh palms thy Zion streweth, + And branches ever green, + And psalms my voice reneweth, + To raise my joy serene. + Such budding tribute paying, + My heart shall hymn thy praise, + Thy holy name obeying + With chiefest of my lays. + + 3 What hast thou left ungranted, + To give me glad relief? + When soul and body panted + In utmost depth of grief, + In hour of degradation, + Thy peace and pity smiled, + Then thou, my soul’s salvation, + Didst happy make thy child. + + 4 I lay in slavish mourning, + Thou cam’st to set me free; + I sank in shame and scorning, + Thou cam’st to comfort me. + Thou raised’st me to glory, + Bestowing highest good, + Not frail and transitory, + Like wealth on earth pursued. + + 5 Naught, naught did send thee speeding + From mansions of the skies, + But love all love exceeding, + Love able to comprise + A world in pangs despairing, + Weighed down with thousand woes + That tongue would fail declaring, + But love doth last inclose. + + 6 Grave on your heart this writing, + O band of mourners poor! + With pains and sorrows fighting, + That throng you more and more; + Dismiss the fear that sickens, + For lo! beside you see + Him who your heart now quickens + And comforts; here is he. + + 7 Why should you be detained + In trouble day and night, + As though he must be gained + By arm of human might? + He comes, he comes all willing, + All full of grace and love. + Those woes and troubles stilling, + Well known to him above. + + 8 Nor need ye tremble over + The guilt that gives distress. + No! Jesus all will cover + With grace and righteousness: + He comes, he comes, procuring + The peace of sin forgiven, + To all God’s sons securing + Their part and lot in heaven. + + 9 Why heed ye then the crying + Of crafty foemen nigh? + Your Lord shall send them flying + In twinkling of an eye. + He comes, he comes, forever + A King, and earth’s fell band + Shall prove in the endeavor + Too feeble to withstand. + + 10 He comes to judge the nations, + “Wroth if they wrathful prove, + With sweet illuminations + To those who seek and love. + Come, come, O Sun eternal, + And all our souls convey + To endless bliss supernal, + In yonder court of day. + + + + + “Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud.” + + + A Summer Hymn by Paul Gerhardt. + + + 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek for praise + On these delightsome summer days, + In what thy God bestows. + How rich the garden’s beauties be, + How lavishly for me and thee + It doth its charms disclose. + + 2 The forest stands in leafy pride, + The earth is veiled on every side + With garb of freshest green! + The tulip and narcissus here + More wondrous in their pomp appear + Than Solomon was seen. + + 3 The lark floats high before the breeze, + The dove toward the forest-trees + From covert speeds along; + The song-enriched nightingale, + In ecstasy, fills hill and dale + And mount and plain with song. + + 4 The hen her tiny flock enfolds; + The stork his dwelling builds and holds; + The swallow feeds her brood; + The lightsome stag, the bounding roe, + Skipping from upland refuge go + To depths of grassy food. + + 5 The brawling brook adown the plain + Lines its fair margin fresh again + With myrtle-shadows deep. + The meadows green relieve the eye + And echo with the gladsome cry + Of shepherds and their sheep. + + 6 The never-weary tribe of bees, + Now here, now there in blossoming trees, + Find booty far and near; + The sturdy juices of the vine, + For sweetness and for strength combine, + The pilgrim’s toil to cheer. + + 7 The wheat lifts rank its ears of gold + To fill with joy both young and old, + Who learn the name to praise + Of Him who doth incessant pour + From heavenly love a matchless store + Upon our sinful race. + + 8 And shall I, can I dumb remain? + No, every power shall sing again + To God, who loves us best. + Come, let me sing; all nature sings, + And all within me tribute brings, + Streaming from out my breast. + + 9 Methinks, if here thou art so fair, + And sufferest a love so rare + To poor earth’s sons be given, + What gladness shall hereafter rise + In rich pavilion of the skies, + And golden tower of heaven! + + 10 What lofty pleasure, glory bright, + In Jesus’ garden shall delight! + How shall the chorus ring, + When thousand thousand seraphim + With one consenting voice and hymn + Their Alleluia sing! + + 11 Oh! were I there. Oh! that, thine own, + I stood, dear God, before thy throne, + Bearing the victor’s palm! + There would I, like the angel-choir, + Still sound thy worthy praises higher, + With many a glorious psalm. + + 12 But while I bear life’s burdens still, + With cheerful mind and voice I will + No longer hide thy grace: + My heart shall ever more and more + Thy goodness and thy love adore, + Here and in every place. + + 13 Help now, and on my spirit pour + Thy heavenly blessing evermore, + That, like a flower, to thee + I may, through summer of thy grace, + In my soul’s garden all my days + The holy fruitage bear. + + 14 Choose me to bloom in Paradise, + And, till in death I close my eyes, + Let soul and body thrive; + Being to thee and to thy praise, + To thee alone, my lifelong days, + In earth and heaven, alive. + + + + + “Ich lass Dich nicht, Du muszt mein Jesus bleiben.” + + + A Jesus Hymn by W. C. Dessler. + + + 1 I leave thee not, thou art my Jesus ever, + Though earth rebel, + And death and hell + Would, from its steadfast hold, my faith dissever; + Ah! no. I ever will + Cling to may Helper still, + Hear what my love is taught, + Thou art my Jesus ever, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not! + + 2 I leave thee not, O Love, of love the highest, + Though doubt display + Its battle-day; + I own the power which thou my Lord appliest, + Thou didst bear guilt and woe; + Shall I to torment go + When into judgment brought? + O Love, of love the highest, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 3 I leave thee not, O thou who sweetly cheerest, + Whose fresh supplies + Cause strength to rise, + Just in the hour when faith’s decay is nearest. + If sickness chill the soul, + And nights of languor roll, + My heart one hope hath caught, + O thou who sweetly cheerest, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 4 I leave thee not, thou help in tribulation; + By stroke on stroke, + Though almost broke, + I hope, when all seems near to desolation. + Do what thou wilt with me, + I still must cling to thee; + Thy grace I have besought, + Thou help in tribulation, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 5 I leave thee not, shall I forsake salvation? + No, Jesus, no! + Thou shalt not go; + Mine still thou art, to free from condemnation. + After this fleeting night, + Thy presence brings me light, + “Whose ray my soul hath sought; + Shall I forsake salvation? + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 6 I leave thee not, thy word my way shall brighten. + With thee I go + Through weal and woe, + Thy precept wise shall every burden lighten. + My Lord, on thee, I hang, + Nor heed the journey’s pang, + Though thorny be my lot. + Let but thy word enlighten, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 7 I leave thee not, even in the lap of pleasure, + For when I stray + Without thy ray, + My richest joy must cease to be a treasure. + I shudder at the glee, + When no delight from thee + Has heartfelt peace begot; + Even in the lap of pleasure, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + 8 I leave thee not, my God, my Lord, my Heaven, + Nor death shall rend + From thee, my Friend, + Who for my soul thyself to death hast given. + For thou didst die for me, + And love goes back to thee: + My God, my Life, my Heaven, + I leave thee not, I leave thee not. + + + + + A Christian Sonnet. + + + From the French of Des Barreaux. + + + Great God! Thy judgments endless right disclose, + Grace for the sinner thou dost still devise; + But I have sinned so much, that goodness knows + No way to pardon, unless justice dies. + + Yes, O my God! sins that so vastly rise, + Leave to thy greatness but the choice of woes, + Thy throne’s high interest my bliss denies, + And mercy’s self stands watching for my throes. + + Sate thy revenge, for this thy glory cries, + Scorn thou the tears which overflow mine eyes, + Launch lightnings, ’tis high time, I war invoke, + + And, doomed, I worship, sinking in the flood; + Yet on what spot shall fall thy thunderstroke, + Not wholly covered with my Saviour’s blood? + + + + + Transcriber’s Notes + + +--Copyright information preserved from the original printed edition; this + is public domain in the country of publication. + +--Based on scans generously made available by the Internet Archive, + http://archive.org/breakingcruciblalexgoog + +--The cover to the electronic edition is original, provided for + unrestricted use with this eBook. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43248.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43248.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e1411bb53ef4507114c6979155e4b4d8590867ff --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43248.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ + + + SUGAR Plum Series + + Little Playfellows + + [Illustration] + + Published by + Peter G. Thomson. + Cincinnati, -- O -- + + + + + LITTLE PLAYFELLOWS. + + + + + THE LITTLE CAVALIER. + + [Illustration] + + +A little boy was playing with his hobby-horse one day, and making a +great deal of noise, when an old gentleman, who lived in the next +room, called to him and said, "Can you not play more quietly?" The +little boy answered, "It is raining and I can't go out of doors." The +old gentleman said, "But can you not make less noise, for I am sick +and need rest." The little boy said, "If that is the case, I will not +make any noise." When his mother came home, she praised him for his +kindness, and said he did right. Little Johnnie, for that was his +name, had forgotten all about the old gentleman, when, a week after, +a large box came to him on which was written, "To my young neighbor, +a souvenir of a rainy day." The box was full of beautiful lead soldiers +and cannons, with which he had a great deal of pleasure. When his +mother saw them she said, "You see, my son, kindness always receives +its reward." + + + + + THE LITTLE SAVOYARD. + + +There was once a little boy who came from Savoy to the City of Paris +with a fellow-countryman. Soon after arriving his countryman deserted +him, though he had promised his mother to take care of him. Little +Pierre did not know what to do all alone in this great city. He walked +around all day crying bitterly, but when evening came he thought of +a prayer his mother had taught him, and he repeated it: "My God, you +who watch over the little birds, oh! do not forsake the little +children." As he ended the prayer the pigeons of the city, which were +very numerous, flew about him, and one lit on his shoulder. He said +to it, "Beautiful bird, go and tell my mother to come and get me." A +lady passing by heard him repeat the prayer and give the message to the +bird. She knew at once that he was a good boy, so she took him to her +home, where she gave him nice clothes and plenty to eat. She sent a +letter to his mother, and while waiting for her to come to him he used +to go out and play with the pigeons. They would run to be caressed by +him, for they well knew that they could trust a child who prays. + + + + + THE GOAT AND HER KID. + + [Illustration] + + +Goats are not naturally vicious, but will defend themselves if +attacked. There was once a little boy in New York named Harry, who went +to visit his aunt in the country. This aunt had a goat named Grisette, +who had a little kid, and she told Harry that he could feed Grisette, +but he must not tease her. But Harry was very mischievous, and liked +to see the goat run on the hill-sides. To make her run, he would poke +her with a stick, when one day he stuck the stick in her nose, which +was more than Grisette could stand, so she put down her head, butted +him with her horns, and down he rolled to the bottom of the hill. Harry +was much bruised and had to be carried into the house and put to bed, +where he was confined for six weeks, thus losing most of his holiday. +Let this be a lesson to you, my little friends, never to torment any +animals. + + + + + THE DOG OF THE REGIMENT. + + [Illustration] + + +This dog is named Pompey; he is called the Dog of the Regiment, +because he has been with a regiment of soldiers for many years. He is +a wonderful dog; he can march on his hind legs, play the drum with +his paws, and pretend to be dead. Pompey has been very useful to his +regiment. Once he carried a dispatch through a fire of musketry; +another time he woke up a sleeping sentinel; and again he pointed out +a troupe of the enemy hidden in the woods. Finally he saved the life of +the surgeon of the regiment, who had been left to die on the field of +battle. Pompey is a friend to all the soldiers, from the colonel down. +You will see him in the picture, pretending to be a bear that he may +get a piece of sugar which the colonel's son is offering him. + + + + + THE LITTLE MARINERS. + + [Illustration] + + +George and his sister Lillie are having a nice time sailing their +little boat in the brook. Their mother told them they could play here, +for the water was not deep. She also told them a story about their +friend Emil, who could not swim, although his father was a fisherman. +Emil thought the water was not deep enough, so he went to the river +with his boat. In leaning over the bank to push it into the current, he +lost his balance and fell into the water. He would have been drowned +had not his father, who was fishing near, came to his rescue. There is +no fear for George and Lillie, for they will not disobey their mamma, +and no danger will come to them. + + + + + POOR GUSTAVE. + + +Little boys and girls often think their parents are severe because +they reprimand them for their faults, but they always know what is +best for them. There was once a little boy named Gustave, who had but +one eye. Gustave was naturally sweet and affectionate, but he was fond +of teasing, and this fault caused him to lose his eye. I will tell +you how it happened. One day he went to call on his cousin Frank. He +found him in his garden, trying to catch a beautiful butterfly for his +collection of insects. Gustave slipped up behind him slily, which made +the butterfly fly off. Frank turned suddenly and knocked Gustave over. +He fell on a large rosebush, one of the thorns of which penetrated his +left eye, destroying the sight forever. You see that little causes +often produce great effects. If Gustave had not been fond of teasing, +he would not have lost his eye. + + + [Illustration: COPYRIGHTED 1884 BY PETER G. THOMSON] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43373.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43373.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..25d15b498436542c0058bda003af84a461378b87 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43373.txt @@ -0,0 +1,317 @@ + + +HE'S COMING TO-MORROW + + + + +IDEAL MESSAGES + +A series of booklets for friend to send to friend, having in mind the +conveying of a special word for a specific occasion. The elegant manner +of production and the genuine worth of the messages fully justify the +title of the series, for the complete books are assuredly "ideal." + + +Old English paper boards, embossed, each, net, 25 cents. + + 1. =Beyond the Marshes.= By Ralph Connor. A Word of + Encouragement. + + 2. =Across the Continent of the Years.= By Newell Dwight + Hillis. + + 3. =For Eyes that Weep.= By Samuel G. Smith. A Word of Comfort + to Those Bereaved of Little Children. + + 4. =He's Coming To-morrow.= By Harriet Beecher Stowe. A Word on + the Coming of Christ. + + 5. =For Hearts that Hope.= By James G. K. McClure, D. D. A Word + about Heaven. + + 6. =Unto Him.= By Bishop John H. Vincent. A Simple Word about + Coming to Jesus Christ. + + + + +HE'S COMING TO-MORROW + +By HARRIET BEECHER STOWE + +[Illustration] + + + FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY + CHICAGO NEW YORK TORONTO + MCMI + + + + +"HE'S COMING TO-MORROW" + + "_The night is far spent; the day is at hand._" + + +MY soul vibrated for a moment like a harp. Was it true? The night, the +long night of the world's groping agony and blind desire? _Is_ it almost +over? _Is_ the day at hand? + +Again: "THEY SHALL SEE THE SON OF MAN COMING IN A CLOUD, WITH POWER AND +GREAT GLORY. _And when these things come to pass, look up and rejoice, +for your redemption is nigh._" + +Coming!--The Son of man really coming into _this_ world again with power +and great glory? + +Will this really ever happen? Will this solid, commonplace earth see it? +Will these skies brighten and flash? and will upturned faces in this +city be watching to see Him coming? + +So our minister preached in a solemn sermon; and for moments, at times, +I felt a thrill of reality in hearing. But as the well-dressed crowd +passed down the aisle, my neighbor, Mr. Stockton, whispered to me not to +forget the meeting of the bank directors on Monday evening, and Mrs. +Goldthwaite poured into my wife's ear a charge not to forget her party +on Thursday; and my wife, as she came out, asked me if I had observed +the extravagant toilet of Mrs. Rennyman. + +"_So_ absurd," she said, "when her income, I know, cannot be half what +ours is! and I _never_ think of sending to Paris for my things; I should +look on it as morally wrong." + +I spoke of the sermon. "Yes," said my wife, "what a sermon!--so solemn. +I wonder that all are not drawn to hear our rector. What could be more +powerful than such discourses? My dear, by the by, _don't_ forget to +change Mary's opal ring for a diamond one. Dear me! the Christmas +presents were all so on my mind that I was thinking of them every now +and then in church; and that was _so_ wrong of me!" + +"My dear," said I, "sometimes it seems to me as if all our life were +unreal. We go to church, and the things that we hear are either true or +false. If they are true, what things they are! For instance, these +Advent sermons. If we are looking for _that_ coming, we ought to feel +and live differently from what we do! Do we really believe what we hear +in church? or is it a dream?" + +"I _do_ believe," said my wife earnestly--she is a good woman, my +wife--"yes, I _do_ believe, but it is just as you say. Oh, dear! I feel +as if I am very worldly--I have so many things to think of!" and she +sighed. + +So do I; for I knew that I, too, was very worldly. After a pause I said: +"Suppose Christ should really come this Christmas and it should be +authoritatively announced that He would be here to-morrow?" + +"I think," said my wife, "there would be some embarrassment on the part +of our great men, legislators, and chief councilors, in anticipation of +a personal interview. Fancy a meeting of the city council to arrange a +reception for the Lord Jesus Christ!" + +"Perhaps," said I, "He would refuse all offers of the rich and great. +Perhaps our fashionable churches would plead for His presence in vain. +He would not be in palaces." + +"Oh!" said my wife earnestly, "if I thought our money separated us from +Him, I would give it _all_--yes, _all_--might I only see Him." + +She spoke from the bottom of her heart, and for a moment her face was +glorified. + +"You _will_ see Him some day," said I, "and the money we are willing to +give up at a word from Him will not keep Him from us." + +That evening the thoughts of the waking hours mirrored themselves in a +dream. + +I seemed to be out walking in the streets, and to be conscious of a +strange, vague sense of _something_ just declared, of which all were +speaking with a suppressed air of mysterious voices. + +There was a whispering stillness around. Groups of men stood at the +corners of the street, and discussed an impending something with +suppressed voices. + +I heard one say to another: "_Really_ coming! What? to-morrow?" And the +others said: "Yes, to-morrow; on Christmas Day He will be here." + +It was night. The stars were glittering with a keen and frosty light; +the shops glistened in their Christmas array; but the same sense of +hushed expectancy pervaded every thing. There seemed to be nothing +doing; and each person looked wistfully upon his neighbor as if to say, +Have you heard? + +Suddenly, as I walked, an angel-form was with me, gliding softly by my +side. The face was solemn, serene, and calm. Above the forehead was a +pale, tremulous, phosphorous, radiance of light, purer than any on +earth--a light of a quality so different from that of the street-lamps, +that my celestial attendant seemed to move in a sphere alone. + +Yet, though I felt awe, I felt a sort of confiding love as I said: "Tell +me, is it really true? _Is_ Christ coming?" + +"HE IS," said the angel. "To-morrow He will be here!" + +"What joy!" I cried. + +"Is it joy?" said the angel. "Alas, to many in this city it is only +terror! Come with me." + +In a moment I seemed to be standing with him in a parlor of one of the +chief palaces of the city. A stout, florid, bald-headed man was seated +at a table covered with papers, which he was sorting over with nervous +anxiety, muttering to himself as he did so. On a sofa lay a sad-looking, +delicate woman, her emaciated hands clasped over a little book. The room +was, in all its appointments, a witness of boundless wealth. Gold and +silver, and gems, and foreign furniture, and costly pictures, and +articles of _virtu_--everything that money could buy--were heaped +together; and yet the man himself seemed to me to have been neither +elevated nor refined by the confluence of all these treasures. He seemed +nervous and uneasy. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and spoke: + +"I don't know, wife, how _you_ feel; but _I_ don't like this news. I +don't understand it. It puts a stop to everything _I_ know anything +about." + +"Oh, John!" said the woman, turning towards him a face pale and fervent, +and clasping her hands, "how can you say so?" + +And as she spoke, I could see breaking out above her head a tremulous +light, like that above the brow of an angel. + +"Well, Mary, it's the truth. I don't care if I say it. I don't want to +meet--well I wish He would put it off! What does He want of me? I'd be +willing to make over--well, three millions to found an hospital, if He'd +be satisfied and let me go on. Yes, I'd give three millions--to buy off +from to-morrow." + +"Is He not our best friend?" + +"Best friend!" said the man, with a look half fright, half anger. "Mary, +you don't know what you are talking about! You know I always hated those +things. There's no use in it; I can't see into them. In fact, I _hate_ +them." + +She cast on him a look full of pity. "_Cannot_ I make you see?" she +said. + +"No, indeed, you can't. Why, look here," he added, pointing to the +papers. "Here is what stands for millions! To-night it's mine; and +to-morrow it will be all so much waste paper; and then what have I left? +Do you think I can rejoice? I'd give half; I'd give--yes, _the whole_, +not to have Him come these hundred years." She stretched out her thin +hand towards him; but he pushed it back. + +"Do you see?" said the angel to me solemnly. "Between him and her there +is a "GREAT GULF _fixed_." They have lived in one house with that gulf +between them for years! She cannot go to him; he cannot go to her. +To-morrow she will rise to Christ as a dewdrop to the sun; and he will +call to the mountains and rocks to fall on him--not because Christ +hates _him_, but because _he_ hates Christ." + +Again the scene was changed. We stood together in a little low attic, +lighted by one small lamp--how poor it was!--a broken chair, a rickety +table, a bed in the corner where the little ones were cuddling close to +one another for warmth. Poor things! the air was so frosty that their +breath congealed upon the bedclothes, as they talked in soft, baby +voices. "When mother comes, she will bring us some supper," said they. +"But I'm so cold!" said the little outsider. "Get in the middle, then," +said the other two, "and we'll warm you. Mother promised she would make +a fire when she came in, if that man would pay her." "What a bad man he +is!" said the oldest boy; "he never pays mother if he can help it." + +Just then the door opened, and a pale, thin woman came in, laden with +packages. + +She laid all down, and came to her children's bed, clasping her hands in +rapture. + +"Joy, joy, children! Oh, joy, joy! Christ is coming! He will be here +to-morrow." + +Every little bird in the nest was up, and the little arms around the +mother's neck; the children believed at once. They had heard of the good +Jesus. He had been their mother's only friend through many a cold and +hungry day, and they doubted not He was coming. + +"Oh, mother! will He take us? He will, won't He?" + +"Yes, my little ones," she said softly, smiling to herself; "He shall +gather the lambs with His arms, and carry them in His bosom." + +Suddenly again, as by the slide of a magic lantern, another scene was +present. + +We stood in a lonely room, where a woman was sitting with her head bowed +forward upon her hands. Alone, forsaken, slandered, she was in +bitterness of spirit. Hard, cruel tongues had spoken her name with vile +assertions, and a thoughtless world had believed. There had been a +babble of accusations, a crowd to rejoice in iniquity, and few to pity. +She thought herself alone, and she spoke: "Judge me, O Lord! for I have +walked in my integrity. I am as a monster unto many; but thou art my +strong refuge." + +In a moment the angel touched her. "My sister," he said, "be of good +cheer. Christ will be here _to-morrow_." + +She started up, with her hands clasped, her eyes bright, her whole form +dilated, as she seemed to look into the heavens, and said with rapture: + +"Come, Lord, and judge me; for Thou knowest me altogether. Come, Son of +man; in Thee have I trusted; let me never be confounded. Oh, for the +judgment-seat of Christ!" + +Again I stood in a brilliant room, full of luxuries. Three or four fair +women were standing pensively talking with each other. Their apartment +was bestrewn with jewelry, laces, silks, velvets, and every fanciful +elegance of fashion; but they looked troubled. + +"This seems to me really awful," said one, with a suppressed sigh. "What +troubles me is, I know so little about it." + +"Yes," said another, "and it puts a stop to everything! Of what use will +all these be to-morrow?" + +There was a poor seamstress in the corner of the room, who now spoke. +"We shall be ever with the Lord," she said. + +"I'm sure I don't know what that can mean," said the first speaker, with +a kind of shudder; "it seems rather fearful." + +"Well," said the other, "it seems so sudden--when one never dreamed of +any such thing--to change all at once from this to that other life." + +"It is enough to _be with Him_," said the poor woman. "Oh, I have so +longed for it!" + +"_The great gulf_," again said the angel. + +Then again we stood on the steps of a church. A band of clergymen were +together. Episcopalian, Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Old School and +New School, all stood hand in hand. + +"It's no matter now about these old issues," they said. "_He_ is coming; +He will settle all. Ordinations and ordinances, sacraments, creeds, are +but the scaffolding of the edifice. They are the shadow; the substance +is CHRIST!" And hand in hand they turned their faces when the Christmas +morning light began faintly glowing; and I heard them saying together, +with one heart and voice: + +"Come, LORD JESUS! come quickly!" + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: + +Page 8, "wordly" changed to "worldly" (am very worldly) + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's He's Coming To-Morrow, by Harriet Beecher Stowe + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43566.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43566.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3633f87b2191dfadf27e1f5e90319599b513653b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43566.txt @@ -0,0 +1,326 @@ + + +[Illustration: CHARLES LAMB.] + + + + + + +A DISSERTATION UPON ROAST PIG + +BY CHARLES LAMB + +_Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman_ + + + BOSTON + D. LOTHROP COMPANY + FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1888 + BY + D. LOTHROP COMPANY. + + +PRESSWORK BY BERWICK & SMITH, BOSTON. + + +[Illustration: YE DELIGHTFUL PIG.] + + +[Illustration: BO-BO PLAYETH WITH FIRE.] + + + + +UPON ROAST PIG + + +Mankind, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M. was obliging enough +to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their +meat raw, clawing or biting it from the living animal, just as they do in +Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their +great Confucius in the second chapter of his Mundane Mutations, where +he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the +Cooks' holiday. The manuscript goes on to say, that the art of roasting, +or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally +discovered in the manner following: The swineherd, Ho-ti, having gone +out in the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect masts for +his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great +lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as younkers of his +age commonly are, let some sparks escape into a bundle of straw, which +kindling quickly, spread the conflagration over every part of their +poor mansion, till it was reduced to ashes. Together with the cottage, +(a sorry antediluvian makeshift of a building, you may think it), +what was of much more importance, a fine litter of new-farrowed pigs, +no less than nine in number, perished. China pigs had been esteemed a +luxury all over the East, from the remotest periods that we read of. +Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation, as you may think, not so much for +the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build +up again with a few dry branches, and the labour of an hour or two, +at any time, as for the loss of the pigs. While he was thinking what +he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking +remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odour assailed his +nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced. What could +it proceed from?--not from the burnt cottage--he had smelt that smell +before--indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which +had occured through the negligence of this unlucky young firebrand. +Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. +A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip. +He knew not what to think. He next stooped down to feel the pig, if there +were any signs of life in it. He burnt his fingers, and to cool them +he applied them in his booby fashion to his mouth. Some of the crumbs +of the scorched skin had come away with his fingers, and for the first +time in his life (in the world's life indeed, for before him no man +had known it) he tasted--_crackling_! Again he felt and fumbled at the +pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his finger from a +sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding, +that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious; +and surrendering himself up to the newborn pleasure, he fell to tearing +up whole handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and +was cramming it down his throat in his beastly fashion, when his sire +entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel, and +finding how affairs stood, began to rain blows upon the young rogue's +shoulders, as thick as hailstones, which Bo-bo heeded not any more than +if they had been flies. The tickling pleasure which he experienced in +his lower regions, had rendered him quite callous to any inconveniences +he might feel in those remote quarters. His father might lay on, but he +could not beat him from his pig, till he had fairly made an end of it, +when, becoming a little more sensible of his situation, something like +the following dialogue ensued: + +[Illustration: YE FIRST TASTE.] + +"You graceless whelp, what have you got there devouring? Is it not enough +that you have burnt me down three houses with your dog's tricks, and +be hanged to you, but you must be eating fire, and I know not what--what +have you got there, I say?" + +"O father, the pig, the pig! do come and taste how nice the burnt pig +eats." + +The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed +himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig. + +Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked +out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half +by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, +eat the burnt pig, father, only taste--O Lord,"--with such-like barbarous +ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke. + +[Illustration: HO-TI BEATETH HIS SON.] + +Ho-ti trembled every joint while he grasped the abominable things +wavering whether he should not put his son to death for an unnatural +young monster, when the crackling scorching his fingers, as it had +done his son's, and applying the same remedy to them, he in his turn +tasted some of its flavour, which, make what sour mouths he would for +a pretence, proved not altogether displeasing to him. In conclusion +(for the manuscript here is a little tedious) both father and son fairly +sat down to the mess, and never left off till they had despatched all +that remained of the litter. + +Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the +neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable +wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had +sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that +Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing +but fires from this time forward. Some would break out in broad day, +others in the night-time. As often as the sow farrowed, so sure was +the house of Ho-ti to be in a blaze; and Ho-ti himself, which was the +more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more +indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible +mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial +at Pekin, than an inconsiderable assize town. Evidence was given, +the obnoxious food itself produced in court, and verdict about to be +pronounced, when the foreman of the jury begged that some of the burnt +pig, of which the culprits stood accused, might be handed into the box. +He handled it, and they all handled it, and burning their fingers, +as Bo-bo and his father had done before them, and nature prompting to +each of them the same remedy, against the face of all the facts, and +the clearest charge which judge had ever given,--to the surprise of the +whole court, townsfolk, strangers, reporters, and all present--without +leaving the box, or any manner of consultation whatever, they brought +in a simultaneous verdict of Not Guilty. + +[Illustration: YE FAMILY REJOICETH.] + +The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity +of the decision; and, when the court was dismissed, went privily, and +bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. In a few days +his Lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took +wing, and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. +Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance +offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter +every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would +in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses +continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, +like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed +of any other animal, might be cooked (_burnt_, as they call it) without +the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began +the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string, or spit, came in a +century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, +concludes the manuscript, do the most useful, and seemingly the most +obvious arts, make their way among mankind. + +[Illustration: YE MYSTERY IS SOLVED.] + +Without placing too implicit faith in the account above given, it must +be agreed, that if a worthy pretext for so dangerous an experiment as +setting houses on fire (especially in these days) could be assigned in +favour of any culinary object, that pretext and excuse might be found +in roast pig. + +Of all the delicacies in the whole _mundus edibilis_, I will maintain +it to be the most delicate--_princeps obsoniorum_. + +I speak not of your grown porkers--things between pig and pork--those +hobbydehoys--but a young and tender suckling--under a moon old--guiltless +as yet of the sty--with no original speck of the _amor immunditi√¶_, the +hereditary failing of the first parent, yet manifest--his voice as yet +not broken, but something between a childish treble, and a grumble--the +mild forerunner, or _pr√¶ludium_, of a grunt. + +_He must be roasted._ I am not ignorant that our ancestors ate them +seethed, or boiled--but what a sacrifice of the exterior tegument! + +[Illustration: YE JURY GIVETH ITS VERDICT.] + +There is no flavour comparable, I will contend, to that of the crisp, +tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, _crackling_, as it is well +called--the very teeth are invited to their share of the pleasure at +this banquet in overcoming the coy, brittle resistance--with the adhesive +oleaginous--O call it not fat--but an indefiable sweetness growing up +to it--the tender blossoming of fat--fat cropped in the bud--taken in +the shoot--in the first innocence--the cream and quintessence of the +child-pig's yet pure food--the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal +manna--or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running +into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result, +or common substance. + +Behold him, while he is doing--it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, +then a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth +round the string!--Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility +of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes--radiant +jellies--shooting stars-- + +See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth!--wouldst +thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility +which too often accompany maturer swinehood? Ten to one he would have +proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal--wallowing +in all manner of filthy conversation--from these sins he is happily +snatched away-- + + Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, + Death came with timely care-- + +his memory is odoriferous--no clown curseth, while his stomach half +rejecteth, the rank bacon--no coalheaver bolteth him in reeking +sausages--he hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the +judicious epicure--and for such a tomb might be content to die. + +[Illustration: YE JUDGE SPECULATETH.] + +He is the best of sapors. Pineapple is great. She is indeed almost too +transcendent--a delight, if not sinful, yet so like to sinning, that +really a tender-conscienced person would do well to pause--too ravishing +for mortal taste, she woundeth and excoriateth the lips that approach +her--like lover's kisses, she biteth--she is a pleasure bordering on +pain from the fierceness and insanity of her relish--but she stoppeth +at the palate--she meddleth not with the appetite--and the coarsest +hunger might barter her consistently for a mutton chop. + +Pig--let me speak his praise--is no less provocative of the appetite, +than he is satisfactory to the criticalness of the censorious palate. +The strong man may batten on him, and the weakling refuseth not his +mild juices. + +Unlike to mankind's mixed characters, a bundle of virtues and vices, +inexplicably intertwisted, and not to be unravelled without hazard, he +is--good throughout. No part of him is better or worse than another. He +helpeth, as far as his little means extend, all around. He is the least +envious of banquets. He is all neighbors' fare. + +[Illustration: YE SAGE MAKETH A DISCOVERY.] + +I am one of those, who freely and ungrudgingly impart a share of the +good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as mine are in +this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an interest in my +friend's pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfactions, as in mine +own. "Presents," I often say, "endear Absents." Hares, pheasants, +partridges, snipes, barn-door chickens (those "tame villatic fowl"), +capons, plovers, brawn, barrels of oysters, I dispense as freely as I +receive them. I love to taste them, as it were, upon the tongue of my +friend. But a stop must be put somewhere. One would not, like Lear, "give +everything." I make my stand upon pig. Methinks it is an ingratitude to +the Giver of all good flavours, to extra-domiciliate, or send out of the +house, slightingly (under pretext of friendship, or I know not what), +a blessing so particularly adapted, predestined, I may say, to my +individual palate--It argues an insensibility. + +[Illustration: YE PIG TWIRLETH.] + +I remember a touch of conscience in this kind at school. My good old +aunt, who never parted from me at the end of a holiday without stuffing +a sweetmeat, or some nice thing, into my pocket, had dismissed me one +evening with a smoking plum-cake, fresh from the oven. In my way to +school (it was over London Bridge) a gray-headed old beggar saluted me +(I have no doubt at this time of day that he was a counterfeit). I had +no pence to console him with, and in the vanity of self-denial, and the +very coxcombry of charity, schoolboy-like, I made him a present of--the +whole cake! I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, +with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the +end of the bridge, my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, +thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her +good gift away to a stranger, that I had never seen before, and who might +be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt +would be taking in thinking that I--I myself, and not another--would eat +her nice cake--and what should I say to her the next time I saw her--how +naughty I was to part with her pretty present--and the odour of that +spicy cake came back upon my recollection, and the pleasure and the +curiosity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy when she sent +it to the oven, and how disappointed she would feel that I had never had +a bit of it in my mouth at last--and I blamed my impertinent spirit of +almsgiving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness, and above all I +wished never to see the face again of that insiduous, good-for-nothing, +old gray impostor. + +Our ancestors were nice in their method of sacrificing these tender +victims. We read of pigs whipt to death with something of a shock, as +we hear of any other obsolete custom. The age of discipline is gone by, +or it would be curious to inquire (in a philosophical light merely) +what effect this process might have towards intenerating and dulcifying +a substance, naturally so mild and dulcet as the flesh of young pigs. It +looks like refining a violet. Yet we should be cautious, while we condemn +the inhumanity, how we censure the wisdom of the practice. It might +impart a gusto-- + +[Illustration: YE AROMATIC PIG.] + +I remember an hypothesis, argued upon by the young students, when I was +at St. Omer's, and maintained with much learning and pleasantry on both +sides, "Whether, supposing that the flavor of a pig who obtained his +death by whipping (_per flagellationem extremam_) superadded a pleasure +upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we +can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of +putting the animal to death?" I forget the decision. + +His sauce should be considered. Decidedly, a few bread crumbs, done up +with his liver and brains, and a dash of mild sage. But, banish, dear +Mrs. Cook, I beseech you, the whole onion tribe. Barbecue your whole hogs +to your palate, steep them in shalots, stuff them out with plantations +of the rank and guilty garlic; you cannot poison them, or make them +stronger than they are--but consider, he is a weakling--a flower. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Dissertation upon Roast Pig, by Charles Lamb + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43645.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43645.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c341bf7c15428bc0bd6d214a11b2e50b5a3516b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43645.txt @@ -0,0 +1,394 @@ + + +A + +PRESENT + +FOR + +_INFANTS_; + +OR, + +Pictures for the Nursery. + + LONDON: + + PRINTED FOR DARTON, HARVEY, AND DARTON, + _No. 55, Gracechurch-Street_. + + 1819. + + Price 1_s._ plain; or 1_s._ 6_d._ coloured. + +[Illustration: No. 1] + +[Illustration: 2] + + _London, Published by Darton, Harvey & Co. + 55, Gracechurch Street. Novr. 20th. 1819._ + + + + +A PRESENT, &c. + + + + +_No. 1.--Little Girl and Pitcher._ + + +TAKE care, little girl, that you do not fall into the water; for if +once you fell in, you could not get out again, unless somebody happened +to come to your assistance. When you are sent by your mother to fetch +water, you should be careful how you dip your jug in; and after it is +filled, you should go steadily home, without playing by the way. + + + + +_No. 2.--Sheep and Lambs._ + + + Dearest Fanny, come to me, + Take and eat my sweet grass here; + Once you never us'd to flee, + When with joy I did appear. + + But now, your lambkin by your side + Takes all your thoughts and all your care; + I may go, and run, and ride, + You are careless how, or where. + + + + +_No. 3.--Man and Ass._ + + +"Turnips, cabbages, carrots, Ho! Now try, Ma'am; I dare say you and +I can agree upon a price for this bunch of turnips: they were fresh +gathered this morning, I assure you; and I think if you buy of me once, +you will never buy of any body else.--Pray, Ma'am, try my fine, fresh +codlins. They are very cheap, and as large as you can get any where." + + + + +_No. 4.--Milk-maid and Cow._ + + +How quiet that cow seems, which Molly the dairy-maid has just been +milking. In some parts of the world there are wild cows, and buffaloes +too, which will kill those who attack them, if they can; but in this +happy island, there are no fierce wild beasts, to frighten us from the +fields by day, or disturb our slumbers by night. + +[Illustration: 3] + +[Illustration: 4] + +[Illustration: 5] + +[Illustration: 6] + + + + +_No. 5.--Gentleman and Boy riding._ + + + To Brighton or Worthing, and all with full speed, + Which way are you going so mightily fast? + Take care of the reins, for your mettlesome steed + Might stumble and lay you too low at the last. + + With spurs and with boots you are finely set out, + To take a long journey o'er hill and o'er dale; + But remember one thing--'tis of mighty import-- + Your poney may founder, and all his strength fail. + + And you, too, confess, when you weary have been, + At the end of your journey, wherever you roam; + That, tho' houses, and parks, and fine rivers you've seen, + There's no place so happy, so sweet as your home. + + + + +_No. 6.--Man and Woman._ + + +Ah, poor people, how sorry I am for you! I hope you have not far to go +before you see your nice little cottage. It is dismal walking in such +weather; but as you are caught in the rain, you must make the best of +your way, and be thankful you have a home to shelter you. + + + + +_No. 7.--The Gravel-pit._ + + +How industriously these men are working. One is picking down the hard +gravel, with a pick-axe: the other is taking it up with a shovel, and +putting it into a sieve. All the small pieces go through, and the great +stones remain. The sifted gravel, I suppose, will be carried in a cart +to some gentleman's garden, to make walks; and the stones will be used +in mending the roads. + + + + +_No. 8.--Gardener._ + + +"May I dig a little for you, father? I am sure I can dig very nicely, +if you will but let me try"--"And I can pull up the weeds," said little +Jane.--"You are both mistaken," replied their father: "you, John, have +not strength to put the spade far enough into the hard ground; and you, +Jane, would be apt to pull up flowers as well as weeds: and so you must +both be satisfied to work in your own little gardens for the present, +till the one is stronger, and the other wiser." + +[Illustration: 7] + +[Illustration: 8] + +[Illustration: 9] + +[Illustration: 10] + + + + +_No. 9.--The Well._ + + +The man who is drawing up water from the well, appears to have rather +hard work. Wells are very useful things: in them is collected a great +quantity of water, which can be drawn up by means of a rope and bucket; +and though it is some trouble to do this, we must be willing to take +it, for the sake of getting such a useful, pleasant thing as water. + + + + +_No. 10.--Little Girl and Ducks._ + + +"Oh you pretty little duck, how I I should like to nurse you," said +Amelia. "That would be a great unkindness," replied her father: "the +little duck is fond of being in the water, and by the side of its +mother; and therefore it would be quite unhappy in your warm hands. +Little ducks and chickens run to their mother the moment they hear +her call; and little boys and girls should be obedient to their kind +parents, because they love them affectionately." + + + + +_No. 11.--Boys and Ass._ + + +I am glad to see these boys are not teasing their ass, but, on the +contrary, are taking pleasure in putting a bough on its head, to keep +the flies off. Some boys are very cruel to poor asses. The dog in this +picture seems to be rather angry at something, but I cannot think at +what; for these good boys look as if they were kind to him, as well as +to their donkey. + + + + +_No. 12.--Children and Chaise._ + + + Oh! how delightful and charming + To take the fresh air in a chaise; + To gallop along without harming: + Whip away! what a dust you do raise! + + Of trees and of ponds too beware; + Mind likewise to treat well your ass; + And then, with attention and care, + Your time will in happiness pass. + +[Illustration: 11] + +[Illustration: 12] + +[Illustration: 13] + +[Illustration: 14] + + + + +_No. 13.--Chopping Wood._ + + +This man has in his hand a bill, and he is probably going to cut up the +tree for fire-wood. The little girl seems to be catching the chips, to +carry home to her mother. What a nice thing it is to see a little girl +employed in helping her father; which, indeed, all little girls ought +to endeavour to do, because most parents do a great deal for their +children; and some have, like this man, to work _very hard for them_. + + + + +_No. 14.--Harvest Field._ + + +Oh! what a delightful sight is the harvest-field. Our great Creator has +made the corn grow, to make nice food for the use of man. One of these +men is cutting down the corn, and the other is binding it up into a +sheaf; whilst those at a distance are carrying a waggon-full home, to +put into the barn. They have got a little cask of beer, which is a +necessary refreshment, after having worked hard in the hot sun. + + + + +_No. 15.--Blind Man._ + + + To kindest pity now inclin'd, + See these children wish to give + A trifle to the poor and blind, + Thus assisting him to live. + + See, all ragged and forlorn, + He is resting by a tree; + And to him the light of morn + And shades of eve alike must be. + + Kind pity then, thou blessed gift, + Help and relieve the sore distress'd; + And up to heav'n his heart he'll lift, + That you with mercy may be blest. + +[Illustration: 15] + +[Illustration: 16] + + + +_No. 16.--Man sowing Corn._ + + +This man is sowing seed, perhaps wheat or oats. The ground has been +prepared by ploughing and harrowing. That box holds the seed. After the +field is sown, a boy will be set to keep off the birds, which would +otherwise come and eat up a great deal of it. + +[Illustration: 17] + + + + +_No. 17.--The Shepherd._ + + +"Remark," said a fond mother to her little girl, whilst admiring a fine +flock of sheep feeding in a green meadow, "how good our Heavenly +Father is to all his creatures. He makes the grass, to serve the sheep +for a soft couch to lie down upon when they are tired, and to afford +them a pleasant meal when they are hungry." + +[Illustration: 18] + + + + +_No. 18.--Mother and Children._ + + +Some people are rich, and have plenty of every thing they wish for; +whilst others are poor, and are obliged to be contented with few +things. The rich farmer gives his poor neighbours leave to pick up the +ears of corn that are scattered about, to make them a few loaves in the +winter. See that cottager, with a load upon her head: her eldest girl +is helping her; and a chubby little boy trudges joyfully by her side. + + + + +_No. 19.--Errand Cart._ + + +If you have any parcels to send, good people, pray make haste and +overtake this man, who is called an errand-man. He makes it his +business to carry parcels, for which you must pay him a small sum. His +dog probably guards his parcels, when he has occasion to stop at a +house and leave his cart. + + + + +_No. 20.--Mill._ + + +Within this mill are two very large stones: one of them is kept quite +quiet, whilst the other is moved round; and the corn being put between +them, is ground to a powder. Afterwards, all the coarse parts of the +husk are taken away by means of sifting: this coarse part is called +bran; and the fine white inside is flour, of which bread is made. + +[Illustration: 19] + +[Illustration: 20 & 21] + + + +_No. 21.--Dobbin._ + + +"Whoa, Dobbin!" says a man to his horse: "if you go further into the +pond, I shall have to follow you, which I shall not like, with my shoes +and stockings on." The other horse is drinking very quietly. What a +pleasant thing to have a nice pond to go to when they are thirsty; +and I hope the men also have got a nice supper at home, and kind wives +and children to welcome their return. + +[Illustration: 22] + +[Illustration: 23] + + + + +_No. 22.--Child and Chickens._ + + +"Chick, chick, chick, here is some corn for you, and crumbs of bread +and cheese, which mamma saved for you after dinner. Now mind, you +little things, don't quarrel about the pieces: if you do, I won't give +you any more." + + + + +_No. 23.--Rabbit, Goat, and Hare._ + + +Here are three very pretty animals. The first is a rabbit, of a kind, +gentle disposition. The second is a goat: he is by nature wild, and +jumps about from crag to crag, on his native mountains. The third is +the timid hare. I am afraid she is running from the pursuit of the dog. +Ah! what a cruel thing it is to set dogs to hunt this beautiful little +animal. + + Darton, Harvey, and Co. Printers, Gracechurch-street. + + +Transcriber's Note: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43692.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43692.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d65c70df9dd4afa042f3e58064fa5c52d7dbf0b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43692.txt @@ -0,0 +1,465 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original lovely illustrations. + See 43692-h.htm or 43692-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/43692/pg43692-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/43692/43692-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + http://archive.org/details/edwardbuttoneyeh00austiala + + + + + +Little Mother Stories. + +EDWARD BUTTONEYE AND HIS ADVENTURES + +Pictured by + +HILDA AUSTIN + +Written by + +CYRIL F. AUSTIN. + + + + + + + +Ernest Nister London No. 1874 E. P. Dutton & Co. New York + + + + +EDWARD BUTTONEYE AND HIS ADVENTURES. + + +_TO_ +_A. B._ + + + And, though he never could explain, + I don't mind telling you + That in that box he had been lain + By those who made him, limb and brain, + And stitched his eyes on, too. + It's odd, you'll think, they joined his toes + And gave him such a head and nose. + + But there on the broad countryside + Was he, a homeless lad. + Another might have sat and cried, + But Edward, no. "Whate'er betide, + If work is to be had, + I'll take," thought he, "what Fortune brings + And live in hopes of better things." + + A farmhouse stood not far away, + So first there Edward tried, + And was engaged to herd by day + And night the farmer's sheep, which stray, + Whene'er they can, and hide. + And so a paper Edward bought + And sat and watched and read and thought. + + He read through each advertisement + To see if he could find + A place he thought would suit his bent, + In which he could be quite content + And cultivate his mind. + --He read so hard and thought so deep + He quite forgot about the sheep. + + But when at last he looked around, + His flock could not be seen. + He shouted, called, and searched the ground, + The sheep were nowhere to be found + (They knew that he was green); + And when in fear he ventured back, + I scarce need say he got the sack. + + He went away with many sighs + And sight a little dim, + But suddenly, to his surprise, + A woolly head with shining eyes + Peered through the hedge at him. + "If you will let me come with you," + It said, "I always will be true." + + Our Edward with delight agreed; + "It looks," he thought, "quite tame; + A counsellor and friend I need, + Besides, it may serve as a steed." + And so he asked its name. + "I'm Horace, so they all allege," + It said, and scrambled through the hedge. + + So side by side, o'er hill and dale, + The gallant heroes strode, + And Horace frisked his stumpy tail + And joked with every frog and snail + And chaffed each slug and toad. + But silent Edward longed for fame + And by great deeds to make a name. + + He also wished he had a hat + --The day was very warm-- + But soon he ceased to think of that, + For lo! beside the road there sat + Two maids of sweetest charm. + 'Twas saucy Sue and modest Moll, + Who sported a red parasol. + + Then Edward's heart beat high with pride, + He drew himself erect + And said to Horace, "Quick, now! stride + As if you wore Newfoundland hide + And follow with respect." + But, 'spite of all their dashing air, + The maids preserved their glassy stare. + + A flush o'erspread poor Edward's cheek, + He walked on very fast, + And Horace followed, very meek. + But all at once they heard a shriek + From the fair dames they'd passed: + --Enraged to see their sunshade red, + A wild bull charged with lowered head. + + "Ah, here's my chance," brave Edward cried, + And, counting not the cost, + He rushed back to the maidens' side; + To stop the bull he vainly tried + And was most painfully tossed. + "Alas!" he thought, "no luck to-day; + --But _they_, at least, have got away." + + Sad Horace hastened to the spot + And rendered him first aid, + Then set off at his quickest trot + For help. Poor Edward groaned a lot: + "Why was I ever made?" + --I'm not surprised he had the hump, + He came down such an awful bump. + + And as he sat, there passed him by + Two visions of delight; + Each viewed with fond, maternal eye + And hugged--it made poor Edward sigh-- + A golliwoggy fright. + He tried to cry to them out loud, + But nothing came--he felt too proud. + + They walked straight past and soon were gone, + Poor Edward could have cried. + He knew that he belonged to one, + That he would one day be her son, + But he was dumb from pride. + He felt that of the two he'd choose + The one with soft red hair and shoes. + + But Horace soon returned and said + He nowhere help could find; + So Edward mounted him instead + And held on by his charger's head. + (Now wasn't Horace kind?) + They travelled thus o'er hill and plain + Till Edward was quite well again. + + To get a place where he could thrive + Our Edward found was hard, + But soon he was engaged to drive + A railway train, and did contrive + That Horace should be guard. + One day he saw what made him quail + --A sleepy tortoise on the rail! + + He found he hadn't time to stop, + Though manfully he tried, + So biff! and crash! and up and flop! + They went. The tortoise did not hop + But went on, sleepy-eyed. + Poor Edward knew what was in store, + --Of course he got the sack once more. + + The next employment Edward found + Was towing someone's barge. + Their cargo weighed full many a pound, + And as beside the stream they wound + Their burden felt so large + That Horace, every hour or so, + Said, "Are you sure coal doesn't grow?" + + But onward still brave Edward strode + And onward trudged his steed; + Though leaden grew their lumpy load + No signs of giving in they showed + Till, all at once, a reed + Upset the barge, the cargo sank + And left them workless on the bank. + + Soon after that they came across + Some races in full swing. + Said Edward, "Horses cannot toss + And you can serve me as a hoss, + --'Twill be the very thing." + So Horace summoned all his strength + And came in first by half a length. + + But Horace felt so very done + And very short of breath + (You see, he was not built to run + So fast), he gasped that even one + More race would be his death. + So Edward mournfully supposed + A jockey's life to him was closed. + + To give good Horace perfect rest + They lay awhile at ease. + They found a hammock suited best, + Exchanging quip and merry jest + With frogs and bumble-bees, + And Edward helped stray leaves and twigs + Along the stream with gentle digs. + + When Horace was quite well again + They set out on their way. + One day they heard a distant strain + And, tramping o'er the dusty plain + With music loud and gay, + A brawny-chested regiment + Marched past, on death or glory bent. + + The sight so fired brave Edward's soul, + He set off in the rear. + Said he, "The cavalry's our goal, + --A charger is your proper rĂ´le;" + But Horace shook with fear. + "If we," he thought, "the foe should seek, + I shall be mutton in a week!" + + But when they reached the barrack-yard + And wanted to enlist, + The sergeant called out to the guard + Their measurements, punched Edward hard + And gave his neck a twist. + "You've got no chest at all," said he. + "No good!" thought Edward tearfully. + + "It's not my fault I've got no chest, + They should have made it broad," + He grumbled; but with noble zest + He searched the country east and west + To find some noble lord + Who might excuse his tender age + And take him on to be his page. + + And when at last he did succeed, + While Horace stayed indoors, + He took two poodles on a lead + Out walking every day. Their breed + Was such that on all fours + They utterly disdained to go, + Like Lion, Unicorn and Co. + + They led poor Edward such a dance, + He scarce could hold them in; + They tugged as if their only chance + In life was to get home to France + And join their kith and kin. + At last they got away by force, + And Edward got the sack--of course. + + He wandered on with Horace till + They reached a sheltered spot, + And watched with quite an envious thrill + Two boys who handled with great skill + A trim, fast-sailing yacht. + "O for an opportunity," + Sighed Edward, "to put out to sea!" + + The chance they wanted soon occurred + --The boys went in to tea. + By thoughts of danger undeterred + They boarded, tacked and, in a word, + Were happy as could be. + They did not see the rising cloud + That threatened every spar and shroud. + + With all their sails set to the breeze, + They were quite unprepared + To meet the squall. Great tow'ring seas + Tossed them about like shipwrecked peas; + They would most ill have fared + Had not a tortoise saved the twain + --He who derailed the railway train. + + He took them on his brawny back + And swam with them ashore. + "This slight return I owe for lack + Of thought," said he, "when o'er the track + I crawled;--I'd do much more, + But this, at least, will prove to you + How much that sad event I rue." + + They thanked him for his kindly deed + And then resumed their march, + But when the time was come to feed + They found they'd nought to meet the need + Except a piece of starch. + Said Edward, "This will never do; + Your wool, old chap, would be like glue." + + They had no work, they had no food, + But hungrier they grew. + At last said Horace, "What's the good + Of starving slowly? In the wood + There's game enough for two. + I feel quite faint, so get a gun + And see what you can shoot, my son." + + This was for Edward the last straw, + And so he took a gun; + For Horace he would brave the law, + Whate'er betide. So when he saw + A hare start up and run, + He took fair aim with steady wrist + And fired--but luckily he missed. + + A policeman heard the loud report + And hurried to the scene. + He hailed the poachers off to court, + And there their shrift was very short + --The judge's wit was keen: + He sentenced them to prison-shop + And hoped that long in there they'd stop. + + Now prison-shop, of course, is where + All dolls, when made, must go + Until some maiden, kind and fair, + Buys them and saves them from despair. + And this is why, you know, + They have such eager, anxious eyes, + As each to catch your notice tries. + + So Edward was marched off to jail + And guarded night and day + Amid a throng of beauties frail, + While Horace, looking somewhat pale, + Scanned all who passed that way, + For both of them hoped she would see + And rescue them from misery. + + At last there came a day of joy, + She stopped before the shop, + And with her was a handsome boy; + They viewed with interest each toy + From yacht to humming-top. + (They were, I may remark off-hand, + Penelope and Hildebrand.) + + Cold beads of perspiration stood + On Edward's frantic brow; + He feared lest his own mother should + Not notice him (as if she could + Have missed her own son, now!). + But, scarcely glancing at the rest, + Pen saw at once he was the best. + + "O what a pleasant person, look!" + She cried to Hildebrand, + "I must have him by hook or crook!" + --In point of fact 'twas by a hook + Held in the shopman's hand, + Which hoisted Edward by the seat, + A part adapted for the feat. + + Now Pen had put her pennies by + To save poor dolls from fate + By buying them, and you should try + To do the same. The Buttoneye + Was marked, "Price two and eight." + 'Twas dear, but Pen was quite content + To think her savings so well spent. + + The ransom very soon was paid + And Edward, once more free, + Borne off in triumph. Though arrayed + In shabby coat and trousers frayed + And baggy at the knee, + He was more precious to Pen's heart + Than if they'd been quite new and smart. + + And faithful Horace, too, was bought + --Pen saw by Edward's eye + No freedom for himself he sought + If his pet lamb's fate should be fraught + With doubt--he'd rather die. + But Horace had to run like mad, + So fast a pace his mistress had. + + "I'd go through twice as much for this," + Thought Edward with a sigh + As he received his hundredth kiss, + And Horace, wrapped in wool and bliss, + Just winked the other eye. + And how they relished, to be sure, + The other dolls' discomfiture! + + "I know the hard times you've been through," + Said Pen, and kissed them both, + "But nothing now need worry you + For here your life begins anew--" + ("Hurray!" fat Horace quoth), + "--And when we seek the country air + I'm sure we'll find adventures there." + + And Pen proved quite a prophetess + For, shortly after that, + They met a lovely--well, what?--guess! + What dream of perfect loveliness + D'you think I'm hinting at? + Well, if your Dad is pleased with you, + Perhaps he'll buy you that book[A] too. + +[A] The Little Blue Rabbit. + +Printed in Bavaria + + + * * * * * + + THE LITTLE MOTHER STORIES. + + Uniform in price and similar in style: + + 1. Baby Finger Play. + + 2. The Three Baby Bears. + + 3. The Stories the Baby Bears Told. + + 4. The Baby Bears' Picnic. + + 5. The Little Toy Bearkins. + + 6. Toy Bearkins' Christmas Tree. + + 7. Little Blue Rabbit and his Adventures. + + 8. Edward Buttoneye and his Adventures. + + 9. Little Redskins. + + 10. The Animals' Trip to Sea. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43834.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43834.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..eead9851d79b60a23859f676b473eb3bc59fe46c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43834.txt @@ -0,0 +1,412 @@ + + +[Illustration] + +THE ILLUSTRATIONS ENGRAVED BY DALZIEL BROTHERS. + +THE COLOURED PLATES BY KRONHEIM & CO. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +COMIC INSECTS. + + BY + The Rev. F. A. S. REID, M.A. + + WITH ILLUSTRATIONS + + BY + BERRY F. BERRY. + +[Illustration] + + LONDON: + FREDERICK WARNE AND CO., + BEDFORD STREET, STRAND. + +[Illustration: Camden Press + +DALZIEL BROTHERS + +ENGRAVERS & PRINTERS] + + + + +CONTENTS. + + + PAGE + THE CATERPILLAR 1 + THE MOTH 7 + THE SNAIL 13 + THE BEE 19 + THE BLACK-BEETLE 25 + THE SPIDER 31 + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: PREFACE] + + + OH, wonder I much what this book contains! + Can Insects talk, and do they have brains? + I always thought that these queer little things + Were made up entirely of legs, wings, and stings. + A Black-Beetle teach me! And what, Bumble-Bee, + In all the wide world can you say unto me? + And surely a Caterpillar never has read? + With green leaves for books, he would eat them instead; + While neither a Moth nor a Spider could tell + How a pen should be held, or correctly could spell. + And as for poor Snailey,--it's more than absurd, + He never could read a one-syllable word! + But I've heard of the School Board, and now it's appalling + To think that a Moth or a Snail may be calling + And telling me too, as their little eyes glisten, + Their funny wee lessons, if only I'll listen. + + * * * * * + + Yes! they talk in a language that all is their own, + And here into English you'll find it has grown; + Where pictures will shew, and the rhymes they will say, + How Insects can work, talk, and laugh, and be gay. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: INTRODUCTION] + + + + +COMIC INSECTS. + + + How queer a procession is passing this way, + Of insects all talking; come, hear what they say! + The sight is as strange as their words they are true, + And you'll laugh as they offer their lessons to you. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: "_Led astray._"] + + + + +THE CATERPILLAR. + + + I'M a Caterpillar green, + Not the prettiest you have seen, + And my Chrysalis I enter rather loth; + Though I know that in the spring + I shall rise on feathered wing + In the costume of a fascinating Moth. + +[Illustration: "_I'm a Caterpillar green._"] + + Little likeness you will spy, + With the cleverest little eye, + 'Twixt your green-coated friend of to-day + And the airy form that sails + When the golden sunlight pales, + And the owl flies abroad for his prey. + +[Illustration: "_And my Chrysalis I enter rather loth._"] + + Yet the same we are indeed, + Though the riddle's hard to read, + One, the Moth and the Caterpillar green; + And still stranger things than this, + Which no little one should miss, + In the Picture Book of Nature can be seen. + +[Illustration: "_If you'll only deign to lend your ear._"] + + So I think, my little friend, + If you'll only deign to lend + Your ear to these few words that I say, + Ne'er again will you rely + For convictions on the eye, + As appearances have often led astray. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: "_Oh, what a beautiful Moth am I._"] + + + + +THE MOTH. + + + OH, what a beautiful Moth am I! + Colours so gay, and sparkling each eye, + Nobody ever would guess, I ween, + I once was a Caterpillar all in green. + +[Illustration: "_With silver and gold I have decked me too._"] + + I've taken me feathers of brightest hue, + With silver and gold I have decked me too: + No, no! you never would guess, I ween, + I once was a Caterpillar all in green. + + With a tardy foot no longer I crawl + 'Neath the shady leaves, or on ivied wall; + But, joyously floating in airy height, + I wander abroad in the pale moonlight; + +[Illustration: "_I wander abroad in the pale moonlight._"] + + Or join the Elves as they dance and sing + In the circle green of the fairy ring, + Or tease a poor Daisy that's trying to keep + Its big yellow eye from my curious peep. + +[Illustration: "_Want of discretion._"] + + But sometimes I fly to a treacherous light, + That mimics a star in a darkling night; + And too late I learn, with my poor singed wings, + The evil that want of discretion oft brings. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: "_How very pale._"] + + + + +THE SNAIL. + + + POOR little Snail, + How very pale, + Your cheek is blanched with fear! + What horrid dread + Has made you shed + So many a slimy tear? + + Come! faster crawl + Along the wall, + Leave care behind,--all's well! + That seeming pack + Upon your back + Is near an empty shell. + +[Illustration: "_Leave care behind._"] + + Come! smile again, + And let the rain + Of tears at once be dry; + Faint-hearted quite, + And far from right, + Before you're hurt to cry. + + No one will doubt + Who thinks about + This great world spinning round, + That all have hours + When sorrow's showers + Make April all around. + +[Illustration: + + "_That seeming pack + Upon your back + Is near an empty shell._"] + + But May and June + Follow full soon, + And joy succeeds to sorrow; + So dry the tear, + And from the year + Your cheering lesson borrow. + +[Illustration: "_Ah, Snailey! see._"] + + Ah, Snailey! see + To you and me + Our burdens oft appear + Much heavier far + Than what they are, + When we give way to fear. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: + + "_Buz! buz! buz! + Over blossoms heavy laden._"] + + + + +THE BEE. + + + BUZ! buz! buz! + Over blossoms heavy laden with their treasures; + Hear its music as it rifles + From the flowers their seeming trifles; + We may watch it in the sunshine at our leisure. + +[Illustration: "_Hearty toil._"] + + See! their secrets it espying + In their tinted depths while prying, + As it works thro' the long summer day; + "Be in earnest in your quest, + Hearty toil brings well-earned rest," + Seems the burden of its light-hearted lay. + +[Illustration: "_Well-earned rest._"] + + Lessons here of self-reliance, + And "defence but not defiance," + As Volunteers are taught by the Bee. + As it works on active wing, + Self-protected with its sting, + 'Tis a grand working model, good to see; + +[Illustration: "_. . . Its music as it rifles._"] + + Pointing out how each is sharing + In the common task, and bearing + His just portion; where no idler is seen: + All are busy in the hive + Where these happy workmen thrive, + And they're loyal, every one, to their Queen. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: "_This poor Black-Beetle's ill!_"] + + + + +THE BLACK-BEETLE. + + + OH, dear! Oh, dear! + I sadly fear + This poor Black-Beetle's ill; + And to him now + No use, I trow, + Is the cleverest doctor's skill. + +[Illustration: + + "_No medical sage + His pain can assuage._"] + + No medical sage + His pain can assuage. + You can see at a glance how bad + He's made himself, + All thro' his pelf: + Isn't it dreadfully sad? + +[Illustration: "_When the cook was asleep._"] + + For wandering wide + On the floor he spied, + Last night when the cook was asleep, + And rejoiced to find + Some cucumber rind, + And now no more he will creep! + +[Illustration: "_Cucumber at night._"] + + Yes! sad though it be, + This little "B-B" + Would follow his own appetite; + He could never say "no," + When it tempted him; so + His epitaph is, "Serve him right!" + + And thus tearfull-ee, + He begs you and me + His case as a warning to mind; + Cucumber at night + To regard with affright, + And never to eat up the rind. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: "_Spiders,--heugh!_"] + + + + +THE SPIDER. + + + SP . . . I . . . DERS,--heugh! + Horrible forms that creep and crawl, + And hang their webs from ceiling and wall! + +[Illustration: "_As they joy in the breeze._"] + + From leaf and fern as they joy in the breeze, + From moss-grown arch and ivy-clad trees, + And catch the flies--the poor little things-- + That carelessly use their gossamer wings. + +[Illustration: "_Their beautiful nets._"] + + It makes one shudder to think of the fate + That giddy bluebottles and gnats may await. + Yet wonder we must, as we watch them spread + Their beautiful nets with their silken thread; + +[Illustration: + + "_It makes me shudder to think of the fate + That giddy blue-bottles and gnats may await._"] + + And happier feel at the sign of that Power + That guides each to weave such a fairy-like bower; + And think of that Hand, that no eye can see, + Which fashioned these Insects, and made you and me. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43883.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43883.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4d0163dc43e89d6b281ff59b0da424b31c6dac96 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43883.txt @@ -0,0 +1,285 @@ + + + Transcriber's note: + + Italics is represented with underscores (_Text_). + A list of corrections made can be found at the end of the book. + + + + + _A BRIEF HISTORY_ + + _OF THE_ + + U. S. S. IMPERATOR + + _ONE OF THE TWO LARGEST + SHIPS IN THE U. S. NAVY_ + + + + +[Illustration: _The U. S. S. IMPERATOR, one of the two largest ships in +the world._] + + + + + THE U. S. S. IMPERATOR + + +The Imperator was first commissioned in 1913, at Hamburg, Germany, by +the Hamburg-American Steamship Line of Hamburg. She made regular +passenger runs from Hamburg to New York from the time she was +commissioned by her original owners up until the latter part of July, +1914. Her passenger quota was: 700 first class, 600 second class, 1000 +third class and 1,800 fourth class. And on account of her up-to-date +safety devices, she was one of the best patronized steamers belonging +to the Hamburg American Line. + +The Imperator was built by the Vulcan Steel Works of Hamburg. She has a +length of 919 feet over all, a width of 98 feet 3 in., and a depth of +70 feet. She is electric lighted throughout, and has a very powerful +wireless set--installed after being taken over by the Navy, and +supplanting the old set--together with submarine signalling devices, +watertight bulkheads and doors, which are opened and closed by +hydraulic power. She carries 2,000 tons of permanent ballast. + +The maximum speed of the Imperator is 22 knots, about 25 land miles, +and she burns about 850 tons of coal per day. Her steaming radius is +about 5,000 miles, and in port, under ordinary circumstances, she burns +about 60 tons per day. The total capacity of her coal bunkers is 8,550 +tons. The maximum draft when she is loaded and ready for sea is 40 feet +and 6 inches, and in a single trip across the Atlantic her draft +diminishes to 36 feet and 4 inches. + +Her troop carrying capacity is 1,000 officers, 966 non-commissioned +officers, and 7,939 enlisted men of the Army. Her total Naval +complement is 2200 officers and enlisted men of the regular Navy. + +[Illustration: _Captain Casey B. Morgan, Commanding._] + + + + + CAPTAIN CASEY B. MORGAN, U. S. N. + + +The Commanding Officer of the Imperator is Casey B. Morgan, Captain, +U. S. N. He graduated from the Naval academy in 1888, and his first +cruise in a seagoing vessel of the Navy was in the U. S. S. Atlanta. He +took part in a number of campaigns and received his first commission, +that of Ensign, in 1890. While in this rank he served in the Alert, +Dolphin, and the Michigan--now the Wolverine; the Raleigh during the +Cuban blockade. He sailed for the Asiatic in the Raleigh in December, +1897, and arrived at Hong Kong, China, on Feb. 18th, 1898, and it was +upon the arrival of the Dolphin that the destruction of the Maine was +learned. He served with Admiral Dewey as a Lieutenant (jg) during the +Spanish-American war, and took part in the Battle of Manila Bay, also +the bombardment of the city of Manila and the capture of Subic Bay and +Corregidor. + +Captain Morgan served in many vessels since the war, his service has +been both varied and honorable. He was promoted up the ladder of +success steadily, and in 1910 he received his commission as a Commander +in the Navy. Captain Morgan was the first officer in the Navy to take a +ship of the Navy through the St. Lawrence River and canals to Chicago, +that vessel was the Dubuque. Captain Morgan was the senior Naval +officer present during the Cuban outbreak in 1911, and was S. O. P. +during the Santa Dominican and Haitian Revolutions in that year and the +one following. He was in command of the battleship Minnesota at Vera +Cruz in 1914, and was at the War College, Newport, R. I., when we +declared war on Germany. + +His first command during the war was the Sixth Squadron, Patrol Force, +with Hampton Roads as its base, and the Albany as the flagship. The +patrol was ordered to the other side, and Captain Morgan was ordered to +command the Agamemnon, the ex-Kaiser Wilhelm II. In April, 1918, he was +ordered to the staff of Vice-Admiral Gleaves as Force Transport +Officer, and remained in that capacity until May 23, at which time he +took command of the Great Imperator. + +[Illustration: _The U. S. S. North Carolina which operated with the +Force._] + + + + + PLACING HER IN COMMISSION + + +It was a big job, placing the Imperator in commission for the first +time by American Navalmen. Fresh from the hands of the enemy into the +hands of proud Yankee sailors was the fate of this great leviathan of +the deep. She had been tied up alongside the docks at Hamburg, Germany, +for four years and nine months, and while her engines and boilers were +in fair condition, they were, nevertheless new to the men who were +first to sail her under the Stars and Stripes. + +Getting a crew to man her was also a big proposition. Without men she +would not serve us our purpose, so her first commanding officer had to +draw his crew from several naval bases in France, London, and Cardiff, +Wales. The Imperator was brought to Brest by a German crew, including a +commodore, two captains and a score of other German officers. She was +officially placed in commission with Old Glory flying proudly at her +flagstaff on the 5th day of May, 1919. Captain John K. Robison, U. S. +Navy, was her first commanding officer, and Commander Laird, U. S. +Navy, was her first executive officer, and 2500 Yankee fighting men +comprised her crew. + +Many of the Imperator's officers and enlisted men had been on foreign +station for some time, and her commanding officer was ordered from +Admiral Sims' headquarters in London. + + + + + SHE SAILS FOR THE UNITED STATES + + +She sailed from Brest on May 15, with 1500 officers of the Army, 300 +enlisted men of the Army, many distinguished civilians and 500 nurses +on board. She left in company with the Leviathan, and the two vessels +had an exciting trip across the Atlantic. While it was not officially +announced as a race, it was a close run all the way over. The Leviathan +won by a few hours, but be it remembered that the "Levi" had made about +twenty trips over, they were hardened to the transport duty, and they +knew their ship. When we get a little more accustomed to the packet, +we'll show 'em how to put the old Imperator through the water! + +The Imperator arrived in New York on the 22nd of May, after a +delightful passage over, and she tied up to the dock along with her +sistership, the Leviathan. Two of the world's greatest ships--Leviathan +and Imperator--at the same dock, and best of all the dock was in the +good old U. S. A., and greatest of all, they had the American flag +floating over them. + +The Imperator lay at the dock at Hoboken until June 3rd, at which time +she sailed for Brest. During her stay in port she was given a complete +overhauling, standee bunks were installed by the thousands, a new +wireless outfit was placed on board, as was a complete and up-to-date +printing department, installed by John F. Kennedy, chief printer, who +was sent to her from the staff of Admiral Sims. She also took on board +tons and tons of fresh provisions and supplies. + +It was the next day, after her first arrival in the United States after +an absence of nearly five years, that the Imperator received her +present commanding officer, C. B. Morgan, Captain, U. S. Navy, and her +present executive officer. Commander R. A. White. Many other officers +to head important departments were also received. + + + + + THE CRUISER AND TRANSPORT FORCE + + +The Force to which the U. S. S. Imperator belongs and with which she +has operated since being taken over by the U. S. Navy is the greatest +force of vessels ever operated under any nation's flag. At the time the +Cruiser and Transport Force was first commissioned, early in April, +1917, there were only a handfull of vessels ready to carry the +thousands of soldiers who were then being assembled all over the +country, to France. However, by the time the first sailing date +arrived--June 14th, 1917--we had equipped and ready to sail thirty odd +vessels. + +The Force has been, and is to-day, under the command of Vice-Admiral +Albert Gleaves, U. S. Navy, who commanded all of our troopships, +transports and cruisers during our two years of war against the Central +Powers of Germany; the untiring efforts of Admiral Gleaves, his staff +of officers and enlisted men is now known to the world. Before the +armistice was signed, and before the Force begun to diminish, there +were one hundred and thirty-nine vessels in commission and extending +their efforts in bringing our soldiers back to their homeland. + +There are ships operating in six different divisions, the largest of +which is the New York Division, with headquarters at Hoboken, N. J. To +transport safely approximately 1,750,000 troops to France and England, +together with their fighting equipment, their food and supplies and +food for our Allies, who had been three years at war, was no small +undertaking--it required hundreds of ships and thousands of officers +and enlisted men to accomplish the feat, but it HAS BEEN DONE! + +Not too much praise can be given to the officers and men of the Navy +and especially those of the Cruiser and Transport Force, whether they +made one trip or a dozen. Every man who had his shoulder to the great +wheel which was pushed ahead until that spoke arrived which had +inscribed upon it VICTORY, deserves a like amount of credit for the +glorious accomplishments in the world's greatest struggle for humanity, +justice and the final eradication of militarism and autocracy. + +[Illustration: _The "Y" gun, one of the valuable developments during +the war._] + + + + + HER SISTER SHIP + + +The sister ship to the Imperator, and largest vessel in the world, is +the Leviathan. The Leviathan is 954 feet in length, and has a beam of +one hundred feet. She displaces 68,000 tons of water and has a mean +draft of 40 feet of water; has a speed of 24 knots, and carries 8,750 +tons of coal when loaded and ready for sea. She was also one of the +Hamburg-American Line steamers, and was known as the Vaterland before +being taken over by the Navy. + +The Leviathan was more fortunate in the cause of the Allied nations, as +she was on this side of the Atlantic when war was declared. The +Imperator was on the other side and she never ventured to sea again. + +The "Levi," as she is affectionately known by her crew, transported +more than 110,000 troops to France and England before the armistice was +signed, and has been bringing them back at a 12,000 rate a trip ever +since. The Imperator was not taken over--as has been said--and has only +made three successful trips with troops, civilians and nurses since the +armistice. There is one redeeming feature about the "Imp" and that is +the fact that all the troops and passengers she does carry--are +homeward bound! Home to their beloved land for which they fought and +for which they unstintingly offered their lives to defend. The fact +that it is home matters not so much, but the fact that their homes are +in the great United States means all to them! + + + + + SECRETARY DANIELS VISITS SHIP + + +While in Brest, shortly after the ship was placed in commission, and +before she sailed on her maiden voyage under the Red, White and Blue +ensign, Secretary of the Navy, Josephus Daniels, visited the ship and +made an address to the ship's company. He expressed himself as being +sorry that he could not make the first trip with the new and +all-American crew of one of the world's greatest vessels. "It is up to +us (the Navy) to get the soldier boys home, and then we will go home +ourselves," said the Secretary. + + + + + Transcriber's note: + + The following corrections have been made: + "runs from Hambrug to New York" -> Hamburg + "Ensign in 1890" -> Ensign, in 1890 + "is 1,000 offiicers" -> officers + "Santa Domincan" -> Santa Dominican + "be it reembered" -> remembered + "packet, We'll" -> we'll + "militarism and autrocracy" -> autocracy + "since the the armistice" -> superfluous "the" removed + "import-and departments" -> important + + Spacing after punctuation standardized, inconsistent hyphenation and + archaic spelling retained. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43906.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43906.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3cded8f294cf447b6667240cff5eba20afbd0f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43906.txt @@ -0,0 +1,247 @@ + + +THE STORY OF THE TEASING MONKEY + +[Illustration] + + +BY HELEN BANNERMAN + + + + +The Story of The Teasing Monkey + + + BY THE AUTHOR OF + "LITTLE BLACK SAMBO" + "LITTLE BLACK MINGO" + ETC. + + + NEW YORK + FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY + PHILADELPHIA + +[Illustration] + + +ONCE upon a time there was a very mischievous little monkey, +who lived in a big banyan tree, and his name was Jacko. + +[Illustration] + +And in the jungle below there lived a huge, fierce old lion and +lioness. + +[Illustration] + +Now Jacko was a very teasing monkey. He used to climb down the long +trailing roots of the banyan tree, and pull the tails of all the other +creatures, and then scamper up again, before they could catch him. + +And he was so bold, he even pulled the tails of the lion and lioness +one day. + +[Illustration] + +This made them so angry that-- + +They went to a grim old bear they knew, and they arranged with him that +he should come with them to the banyan tree, when Jacko was away. + +[Illustration] + +So he came, and standing on the lion's head, he gnawed the roots +through till they were so thin they would not bear a jerk. + +[Illustration] + +And next time Jacko pulled the lion's tail he gave a great tug--the +roots broke, and down fell Jacko, into the huge, fierce grim old lion's +jaws!! + +[Illustration] + +"Come here, my dear!" roared the lion. + +The lioness came and looked at Jacko. "He is a very thin monkey," said +she; "we had better put him in the larder for a week to fatten him, and +then ask Mr. Bear to dinner." + +[Illustration] + +So they put him in the larder, which was just a little piece at the end +of their cave, built up with big stones, and while the lion built it +up, the lioness lay ready to spring on him if he tried to escape. It +was very dark and very cold, and Jacko did not like it at all. + +[Illustration] + +They left a little window to feed him by, and every day they gave him +as many bananas as he liked, because they knew monkeys ate bananas, and +they could get them easily. + +[Illustration] + +Then the lioness wrote a leaf-letter to the bear, asking him to +dinner, which he, of course, accepted with pleasure. + +[Illustration] + +But Jacko did not get fat, and the reason of that was that he soon +tired of bananas, and only ate one every day. He gave all the others to +the rats. + +The lion and lioness were rather worried because Jacko did not get fat, +so one day they stole in to listen to him talking to the rats, and as +it happened they were just talking about bananas. + +"I am tired of bananas," said Jacko. "I wish I could get a cocoa-nut." + +"It would make you very fat," said the rats. + +"Yes," said Jacko, "and I don't want to be fat for those old lions." + +"Ho, ho!" said the lions. "A cocoa-nut will make him fat; we'll get him +one at once." + +[Illustration] + +But when they came to the tree they could not reach a single cocoa-nut! + +[Illustration] + +So the lion went back and told the little rats _very fiercely_ that he +would tear down the stones, and eat them all up at once, if they did +not fetch him down some cocoa-nuts at once. + +[Illustration] + +This terrified the little rats. They scampered up the tree, and gnawed +off the cocoa-nuts as fast as they ever could. + +But as the cocoa-nuts fell on the heads of the lion and lioness, and +hurt them very much, the little rats took care to stay up the tree till +it was dark. + +[Illustration] + +As soon as their heads felt a little better, the lion and lioness took +the cocoa-nuts. + +And carried them to Jacko. + +They had to make a very large hole to put them in, but they built it up +carefully again. + +[Illustration] + +Jacko was very much delighted to get the cocoa-nuts, but he had hard +work tearing off the hairy outside. + +However at last he got it all off. Then he smashed the cocoa-nuts with +a stone, and drank the milk, and began eating the nut; and wasn't it +good after a whole week of bananas! + +[Illustration] + +While he ate it, he amused himself making a nice warm coat for himself +of the hairy husk of the cocoa-nuts, and he was so busy he did not +notice how much he was eating. + +[Illustration] + +And when he put his warm coat on he just looked fearfully fat. + +[Illustration] + +And the lion and lioness peeping in, thought it was all Jacko, and they +were delighted. + +"Isn't he fat and tender?" they said. "We'll eat him to-night, and not +wait for Mr. Bear." + +And they went out for a walk, to get a good appetite. + +[Illustration] + +Poor Jacko! He did not eat any more cocoa-nut after he heard that. He +pulled off his coat, and smoothed his hair down with his little paws, +but still he looked fat. + +And he smeared himself all over with bananas to make the hair lie flat, +but _still_ he looked fat. + +So he put on his warm coat again, and lay down, and cried himself to +sleep. + +But you must know the bear was a very greedy old bear, and that very +afternoon, while Jacko was asleep, he came to have a private peep at +him. + +[Illustration] + +And when he saw him looking so lovely and fat, he just could not resist +the temptation, and began pulling down the stones as fast as he could, +intending to eat him all by himself. But he was an awkward, clumsy old +bear, and all of a sudden-- + +[Illustration] + +With a rumble and a _rattle_ and a CLATTER, and a + +CRASH!!! + +the stones all came down on top of him, waking poor little Jacko, and +scaring him nearly out of his wits. But he had the sense to scramble +out as fast as he could. + +[Illustration] + +The lion and lioness were just coming back, and when they heard the +noise they came tearing home like the wind, and met little Jacko just +in the mouth of the cave. + +[Illustration] + +With a fearful roar the lion struck at him with his claws, but they +only stuck in the-- + +[Illustration] + +cocoa-nut coat. + +Jacko wriggled out of it and ran on. + +[Illustration] + +With another fearful roar, the lioness seized him in her teeth. + +But Jacko was so round with eating cocoa-nut, and so slippery with +banana, that he popped out from between her teeth, like an orange seed, +and ran on. + +[Illustration] + +And the next minute he was safe, and scrambling up the cocoa-nut tree +at a rate which shook down most of the cocoa-nuts on to the heads of +the lion and lioness. + +[Illustration] + +So the lion had a sore head, and the lioness had a sore head, and the +bear had a sore head, and they had nothing for dinner but + + BANANAS + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of the Teasing Monkey, by Helen Bannerman + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43927.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43927.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0e035f06422e992264e02c9c86f0a74a1d2989e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43927.txt @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: Minor typographical errors have been corrected +without note. Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have +been retained as printed. Words printed in italics are noted with +underscores: _italics_. + + + + +ELECTION SERMON. + + + + +A SERMON DELIVERED BEFORE + +HIS EXCELLENCY LEVI LINCOLN GOVERNOR, + +HIS HONOR THOMAS L. WINTHROP LIEUTENANT GOVERNOR, + +THE HON. COUNCIL, THE SENATE, AND HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES + +OF THE COMMONWEALTH OF MASSACHUSETTS, ON THE DAY OF + +GENERAL ELECTION, MAY 28, 1828. + + +BY JAMES WALKER. + +Boston: +DUTTON AND WENTWORTH, PRINTERS TO THE STATE. + +1828. + + + + + Commonwealth of Massachusetts + + IN HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES, May 28, 1828. + + _Ordered_, That Messrs. THAYER of Braintree, GOODWIN of Charlestown, + and FULLER of Boston, be a Committee to wait on the REV. JAMES + WALKER, and present to him the thanks of this House, for the + Discourse delivered by him this day, before the Executive and the + Legislature, and to request a copy of the same for the press. + + ATTEST, + + P. W. WARREN, _Clerk_ + + + + +SERMON. + +EXODUS, XVIII, 21. + +Thou shalt provide out of all the people able men, such as +fear God, men of truth, hating covetousness; and place such +over them to be rulers. + + +The public business, the excitements of the day, and all the +circumstances in which we are assembled, make it imperative on me to be +brief, and almost entirely occasional. You have not come here prepared +to sit down and listen to a learned discussion, fearfully long, and +fearfully dull; and I do not mean you shall be troubled with one. I +only ask your attention, while I throw out a few hints on the +responsibility the people of this country are under, to take care that +the men whom they raise to authority, are honest and capable. + +In those countries where the accident of birth determines who shall +rule over them, the people are not responsible for the character and +capacities of the men in power. It is true, a corrupt administration is +a national calamity in all governments; but in ours it is at the same +time a national calamity, and a national sin. From the freedom and +frequency of our elections, our public men exist but in the breath of +the people; and if power is put into unworthy hands, or suffered to +remain there an hour after it is abused, the people are responsible. It +is a fair inference that the whole people have degenerated. It would +not be fair to judge the morals of the people of England, or of France, +by the morals of the court; but it is perfectly fair to judge the +morals of the people of this country by the morals of the men, whom +they elevate by their voluntary suffrages to represent the majesty of +the nation. It is of unspeakable importance, that we should feel that +we are implicated, in a manner in which no other people are in the +character of our rulers and the duties resulting from this peculiarity +of our constitution are weighty and solemn. + +Consider too, the effect, which the political observation of a bad man +will have on public opinion, and through public opinion on the public +morals. We preach about conscience, the dignity of human nature, the +power of religion and divine influences; and all this is well. +Experience teaches us, however, that all this is nothing, or next to +nothing, unless countenanced and sustained by public opinion; which +fixes the practical standard in every place, and few rise much above +it, or sink much below it. The history of legislation on such subjects +as dueling, lotteries, and the Lord's day, shows us also, that laws, +human laws, are an absolute nullity, are no better than so much blotted +parchment, unless countenanced and sustained by public opinion. God +forbid that I should speak of virtue as not having its foundation in +human nature; still I cannot but think, that this is a subject on which +we may be a little too refined, a little too enthusiastic, a little too +eloquent for practical purposes. Generally and practically speaking, I +believe that men are just as good, as they think public opinion +requires; and no better. Let it be understood, therefore, that +notorious vices will not lose a man the confidence of the people; let +it be understood, that the vicious are not only tolerated, but trusted +and honored, and the great practical restraint on the bad passions is +compromised, and all others will be eluded, or defied. + +A mischievous prejudice prevails, that a man's private character has +but little to do with his public character. Undoubtedly a man may want +some of the qualities necessary to a good father, or a good son, or a +good neighbor, and yet make an excellent magistrate or judge. Even +these defects however, though they may not operate directly, must +operate indirectly to injure him in his public capacity; because, by +lessening the regard felt for him as a man, they must do something, at +least, to lessen the regard felt for him as a public officer. And this, +in a government like ours, is no trifling consideration; where official +dignity depends in so small a measure on the pomp and circumstance of +office, but almost entirely on the personal qualities of the incumbent. +Besides, the reasons why some defects in a man's private character do +not unfit him for a public station is, that though criminal in +themselves, they do not imply him to be, nor make him to be, absolutely +unprincipled. A man may have a very bad temper, for example, and be +addicted to many bad habits, without being absolutely unprincipled. Let +a man become absolutely unprincipled as a private man; and I can see no +reason for supposing, that he will not be equally so as a public man. +Libertinism in private life may be consistent, perhaps, with a +scrupulous observance of the rules of an artificial and conventional +honour; but it is the grave of sentiment, and gradually induces that +moral heartlessness and skepticism, which is fatal to the higher +virtues, and not more so to religion and true friendship, than to a +disinterested patriotism. + +Besides, in well informed and well disposed communities, nothing is +more common than to overrate the talents, and real efficiency of bad +men. We see it every where; for even in a number of brothers, if there +is one of them who gives himself up to vicious and profligate courses, +he almost always passes for the genius of the family. We judge a man's +power to do good by what we see of his power to do evil; not reflecting +that the latter is a very vulgar accomplishment, which seldom implies +even so much as the perversion of a great mind. There is the more +occasion that topics like these should be pressed in a government like +ours, as it is essentially popular, and on this account more likely to +be carried away by qualities that are merely striking and popular, in +contradistinction to such as are solid and useful. If there is any one +mark admitted by all to be peculiarly indicative of real greatness of +mind, it is originality; nor do we object to this criterion when +properly applied. But it unfortunately happens, that unprincipled men, +not having the least particle of real originality, may easily gain a +reputation for in the popular mind merely by being, or affecting to +be singular in their ways of thinking and acting. Let a man of nothing +more than ordinary powers strike away from the common track, advance a +few startling paradoxes, and defend them with as much plausibility as +he can, and straightway he becomes, in the eyes of the million at +least, a wonderful genius. + +Such were not the men, who have raised this country to its present +enviable place among the nations of the earth. There was not a +wonderful genius among them all; but they were able men, and such as +feared God, men of truth, hating covetousness. This point was secured +in the first settlement of New England by the strict and puritanical +principles, which our forefathers brought over with them from the +parent country; and also by the idea they were continually holding up +to one another of establishing here a Christian commonwealth. It is +also true of the leaders of the Revolution, throughout the country, +that they were remarkable alike for their public and private virtues, +and owed their elevation, in most cases, to this circumstance, and I +may add, their power and consequence afterwards. The war broke out, and +a time of difficulty and sacrifice began; the pecuniary resources of +the nation were drained to the last drop, continual levies of men to +recruit the army operated all over the country with the effect of a +military conscription, and meanwhile the enthusiasm which marked the +opening scenes of the struggle, was rapidly subsiding. In this state of +things, if there had been the slightest pretext for believing that the +leading men were false to their pledges, had but the shadow of a +suspicion passed across the singleness and purity of their intentions, +the new and ill constituted government would not have lived for an +hour. We often speak of the virtue and intelligence of the people, as +the great security of our liberties; and in quiet times, and under a +well established government, they are perhaps a great and sufficient +security. But in the shock of a great political revolution the legal +restraints and natural landmarks of authority are broken up; and the +mind is pained at the bare contemplation of the possible consequences, +if at this crisis in our country's destiny the supreme command had +devolved on a Cromwell, instead of a Washington. + +It is difficult to do justice to that assemblage of qualities in the +character of this great man, which makes his name almost equally dear +to the lovers of liberty in both hemispheres; and the reason is, that +no one of these qualities is very striking, considered apart from the +rest. His writings do not show him to have been a very original or +profound thinker; military men do not speak of his campaigns as +evincing the highest order of talents in this service; and he is +understood as a statesman to have availed himself of the aid of the +distinguished men he called about him. His fame does not rest on any +one quality, but on a wonderful union and blending of qualities, in +which there was none that detracted at all from the confidence and +admiration the whole inspired. Those who think there can be no true +greatness, where there is nothing dazzling, startling; those who are +smitten with a foolish admiration of heroes, may pronounce his +character tame and commonplace; but much of this appearance originates +in what really constitutes the chief glory of his character; its exact +proportions, its perfect harmony. Above all, there was his sacred +regard to principle, and the solemn resolve with which he devoted +himself to the service of his country, that gave a moral finish and +sublimity to his character, and makes us speak of him, as we speak of +religion. Yes, we can hardly stand in the presence of that noble form +in the almost speaking marble, without something of the feeling with +which the pagans were impressed, when they stood before the statues of +their gods. You have done well to place it where it is; for there is +something in that look, which a public man can hardly pass without +being reminded of his obligation to go, and do likewise. + +One of the worst tendencies of our political dissensions is, that they +make us indifferent or blind to the personal qualifications of the +candidates for office. I am aware that parties are to be expected in a +free country; and that they answer many useful and important ends, +particularly by being a watch and check on one another, so as to +prevent the party in power from abusing that power. I know, too, that +where a party is founded on a real difference of opinion on important +national questions, no one is at liberty to compromise this +difference, except, perhaps, in great emergencies which can seldom +occur, threatening the very existence of the state. Party, however, +becomes faction, a mischievous and unprincipled faction, when the great +national interests are forgotten, and the canvass at elections is made +to turn on points which have nothing to do with the questions, Is he +honest? Is he capable? There is no danger to this country so long as a +free and unbiassed expression of public sentiment governs; but there is +danger, and great danger, if every thing is to be done by party, and if +the impulse of party is to be given by a few hollow and artful men. It +is not to be denied that many men, who would not have attracted a +moment's attention from any fair view of their natural or acquired +abilities, have yet been drawn into the lists by party considerations +solely, and elevated to high and responsible posts, merely that they +might expose their incompetency, and disgrace the nation. Can it be +that the people are deceived; that the virtue and intelligence of the +people, of which we hear so much, are deceived? Do they not consider +in such cases, do they not know, that they are the instruments, the +mere tools of ambitious and intriguing demagogues; who are seeking, in +this way, to avail themselves of the popular delusions and discontents, +and turn them to selfish and sinister purposes? + +The manner in which the characters of our public men are treated, is +another practice likely to disgust the virtuous and high minded with +the service; end induce them to withdraw altogether. It is necessary to +our liberties, I admit, that a jealous and vigilant watch should be +kept on the conduct of men in power. But it is not necessary, I am +sure, that that mighty engine the press, on both sides, instead of +endeavoring to enlighten the community by a fair and manly discussion +of the great questions at issue, should teem with nothing but gross +personalities, and vulgar and unfounded abuse. It certainly cannot be +necessary, that this spirit should find its way into the grave and +solemn debates of our legislative assemblies, and make a man's success +there, depend on the possession of qualities, which ought rather to +exclude him from all decent society. Consider the demoralising effect +it must have on our own people, pouring this flood of wrath and +bitterness through a community already too much excited. Consider, too, +the influence it will have on the national character in the eyes of +foreigners, who will always judge us by our public men, and our public +men by these calumnies. Besides, what do political distinctions promise +a man in this country, supposing him to be successful, but the feverish +life of an expectant until the office is gained; and then, though it +may be the highest office in the state, to hold it but a few years, and +be thrown back into society a common man, broken, perhaps, in health +and fortune. Is there any thing here to induce one to give up his good +name, his private history, and the feelings of his family and +connections, to be the sport and prey of hireling incendiaries? + +Your Excellency, and the gentlemen associated with you in the +government, will receive our respectful salutations. Entering, as you +do this day, on a new political year, it is unnecessary for me, perhaps +it would be accounted officiousness, to remind you of the expectations +of your constituents. They point you to the example of your illustrious +predecessors, to a Hancock, a Bowdoin, and the Adamses of other days; +they refer you to the Constitution, that charter of our rights and +liberties which must never be violated, or touched but with reverence; +they appeal to your consciences, which are as the echo of the divine +mind. They also put under your protection and patronage their literary, +moral and religious institutions, with a solemn injunction that you +should be faithful to this charge. Sad presage will it be of coming +evil, should prosperity ever make the people of this country blind or +indifferent to the sources, whence that prosperity has been derived. + +It is a melancholy reflection, that we can have no certainty of the +continuance of any earthly blessing. Governments, even the best +governments often contain in them the seeds of decay and death. It is +by no means impossible, that our own may ere long be numbered among the +republics, that have been. Let us then learn to put our trust in Him by +whom nations rise and fall; and as we have no abiding city here, +anxiously look for one hereafter which hath foundations, whose builder +and maker is God. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43958.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43958.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6234d0be38d47d0b559eec2c45546d2b975155f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg43958.txt @@ -0,0 +1,599 @@ + + +Minnewaska + +Mountain + +Houses + +1898 + + + + +[Illustration: The Wildmere House] + +[Illustration: The Cliff House] + + + + +Lake Minnewaska + +IS located on the summit of the Shawangunk Mountains, ten miles +southwest of New Paltz, in Ulster County, New York. New Paltz, a station +on the Wallkill Valley Railroad, is eighty-eight miles (about three and +one-half hours) distant from New York; nine miles west of Poughkeepsie, +on the Hudson, and fifteen miles southwest of Kingston. N.Y. + +This lake, which is fed by springs and is very deep and clear as +crystal, is held in a strikingly picturesque, rocky and well-wooded +bowl, rising one hundred and fifty feet above the lake on the eastern +side and sixty feet on the western, and from either edge the rocks +tumble precipitously down to the Wallkill and Hudson River Valleys on +the one side, and to the Rondout Valley on the other. + +Minnewaska is now widely known as a summer resort: + +_First_. For the remarkably bracing and restoring quality of its +atmosphere. It being on the crown of a ridge, dew seldom falls. The +drainage of each house is away from the lake and far down the mountain +side, and the hills all around are covered with resinous pine forests. + +_Second_. For the remarkably select character of the guests who frequent +the place, a large portion of whom return year after year. + +_Third_. For the wonderful and unique combination of the grand and the +picturesque in its scenery. + +Awosting + +Falls + +Within a mile of the lake are these picturesque falls, above sixty feet +high; and about half a mile lower down, the same stream falls over one +hundred feet by a series of pretty cascades. + +[Illustration: Awosting falls] + +[Illustration: The Wildmere] + +[Illustration: Awosting Lake] + +The Great + +Crevices + +About three-quarters of a mile distant are a series of wonderful rents +in the mountains over one hundred feet deep, some of the fissures being +open to the light and others covered. + +Millbrook + +Mountains + +One and three-fourths miles from the lake are the Millbrook Mountains, +where the cliffs are in some places perpendicular, and in others +over-hanging the rocks five hundred feet below. The views here are +remarkably grand and impressive. + +The + +Palmaghatt + +Still nearer, in a deep glen of the mountain, is the Palmaghatt, where +is a large forest of massive primeval hemlocks. To all these and many +other strange and picturesque places, good walks have been constructed, +and a large number of covered seats and summer-houses (about ninety in +all) have been built. Three drives have been built recently to Millbrook +Mountains, Kempton Ledge, and Beacon Hill. + +Awosting + +Lake + +Since last season over two thousand acres adjoining Minnewaska have been +added to the estate, which now covers above five thousand acres of land. +This new tract includes the magnificent Awosting Lake, having four times +the extent of Lake Minnewaska; also the lofty High Point; the bold +Hamilton Ledge, several miles long and several hundred feet in +perpendicular height; the picturesque Stonykill Falls, ninety-five feet +high, and much other strange scenery peculiar to the Shawangunk +Mountains. + +New + +Roads + +A fine road, three and one-half miles long, has been built from +Minnewaska to Awosting Lake, passing through the wild Huntington Ravine +(Dark Hole). During the spring and summer this road will be extended +around the lake four and one-half miles farther. Another road has been +built through the Palmaghatt to the edge of Hamilton Ledge. All these +roads are of very easy grades, being for the most part nearly level, and +are specially adapted to the use of the bicycle. + +[Illustration: The ferns] + +[Illustration: Undercliff] + +Approaches to + +Minnewaska + +By West Shore Railroad to Kingston, and by special trains to New Paltz. + +By New York, Ontario & Western Railway from New York to New Paltz, via +Cornwall and Campbell Hall. + +By New York Central & Hudson River Railroad or by New York and Albany +day boats to Kingston Point, and by rail to New Paltz. + +By New York, Lake Erie & Western Railroad to Goshen, and by Wallkill +Valley Railroad to New Paltz. + +The Highland & New Paltz Electric Railroad will make good connections +with New York Central and West Shore trains at Poughkeepsie and +Highland. + +After the summer time-tables are arranged, schedules of trains, etc., +will be sent on application. + +Tickets from New York, Brooklyn, and Philadelphia will be sold to and +from New Paltz, and baggage checked through. + +Parties wishing to inspect the rooms in May will be met at the train +upon proper notice being given, and when wishing to stay over night, can +be comfortably accommodated at one of the houses. + +[Illustration: The Wildmere] + +The Cliff House + +Opened in 1879 and enlarged in 1881, will accommodate about two hundred +and twenty-five guests. + +This house is located on the eastern side of the lake on a commanding +height, eighteen hundred feet above tide-water, or nearly as high as the +Catskill Mountain House; and from nearly every room in the hotel there +are magnificent valley and mountain views, taking in the mountains of +New Jersey on the south; the highlands of the Hudson and Newburg Bay to +the southeast; the Housatonic Mountains of Connecticut to the east; the +whole line of the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts and the Green +Mountains of Vermont to the northeast; the Helderberg Mountains to the +north; the bold outline of the Catskills and the Shandaken Mountains to +the northwest: and the Neversink and Shawangunk Hills to the west. The +views embrace several river valleys, including the valley of the Hudson +from Cornwall to the mountains about Lake George. From the cupola of +this house six States can be seen at one view. + +To accommodate the constantly increasing patronage, a new hotel was +opened in 1887 on the western edge of this rocky rim, called the + +Wildmere house + +This is somewhat larger than the Cliff House, and commands very similar +views. The Wildmere is lighted with gas, the halls are heated by +furnaces, while the rooms, both public and private, are mostly provided +with open fireplaces for burning the resinous mountain pine that abounds +in this region. A large portion of the rooms in both houses are provided +with private balconies. + +[Illustration] + +Reading Rooms. + +In each house is a large and well-lighted reading-room, containing all +the leading English and American monthly and quarterly periodicals and +weekly and daily papers, and also a carefully selected library of books +for reading and reference. + +Postal and Telegraph Offices + +Will be open during the season at the lake. Telegrams should be +addressed to Lake Minnewaska, N. Y., and letters to Minnewaska P. O., +Ulster County, N. Y. + +A Good Physician + +Will reside permanently at the lake. + +The Wildmere house + +Opens June 15th and closes October 1st to 10th. + +The Cliff house + +Opens June 29th and closes about September 15th. + +Both Minnewaska houses + +Will be kept on a strictly TEMPERANCE PLAN. The same arrangements with +regard to meats, fruits, cream, etc., that have made the table so +satisfactory for the past nineteen years, have been made for the coming +season. + +Visitors + +Are not expected to arrive or depart on Sunday. + +No dogs taken. + +Rates of + +Board. + +_June_: single rooms, $11 to $14; double rooms. $22 to $25. _July and +August_: single rooms, $15 to $20; double rooms, $25 to $35. _From +September 1st to close of the season:_ single rooms, $14 to $16; double +rooms, $25 to $28. Day rates: _June_. $2; _July and August_, $3; _after +September 1st_, $2.50. Liberal arrangements will be made for families +coming early. + +For further information, address + +ALFRED H. SMILEY. Proprietor, MINNEWASKA P. O., N. Y. + +[Illustration: Summer house on Lake] + +Boating. + +Boat liveries are operated in connection with both houses. They are +provided with the celebrated St. Lawrence River skiffs, which can be +rented by the week or day, with or without oarsmen, at reasonable rates. +Eight skiffs have been added to the fleet since last season. Owing to +the land-locked location of the lake, ladies and children can enjoy the +pleasures of boating with perfect safety. + +Bathing. + +Another of the many attractions of the lake is the delightful +still-water bathing. The water is soft, becomes warm early in the +season, and the bathing is free from enervating effects usually +experienced in fresh-water bathing. Two new bath-houses, exclusively for +ladies, have been constructed, and a bathing-master and life-guard are +always present to assist ladies and children. + +Recreation. + +Exercise in the open air is acknowledged by every one to be of the +greatest assistance in the recuperation of the nervous system and a +grand specific for building up the physical body. Every effort has been +put forth to stimulate and foster active exercise. Walking parties find +each year new paths leading through deep forests to quiet recesses of +the mountains and points of vantage hitherto unapproachable. + +Sports, Etc. + +The ball ground, tennis courts, bowling alleys and shuffle boards give +an ample field for the spirit of contest, while the many delightful +walks and drives meet the requirements of those in search of moderate +exercise. + +Verderskill falls. + +A view of this charming cascade is shown on this page. The falls are +situated two miles beyond Awosting Lake. + +References + +THE management at Lake Minnewaska has aimed to provide the comforts of a +good home at reasonable rates for the refined and moral classes, where +they could enjoy the splendid scenery without molestation from the fast +and rougher elements of society. That this object has been attained, the +proprietor would respectfully refer to the following persons, nearly all +of whom have remained at the lake for a considerable period of +time--many of them for several years in succession. None of these +persons have been consulted as to this use of their names, but any of +them, doubtless, if approached at proper times, would be glad to give +any information they may possess about the lake. The names are selected +to represent a variety of professions and circles of society and are +arranged alphabetically. + +NEW YORK. + +Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Abbott, 13 Astor Place. + +Rev. Dr. and Mrs. Robt. K. Booth, 177 West End Ave. + +Prof. and Mrs. H. Carrington Bolton, University Club + +Mr. and Mrs. Win. B. Boulton, 13 E. 34th St. + +Dr. D. M. Cammann, 19 E. 33d St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Herman H. Cammann, 43 W. 38th St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Clarkson, 15 W. 45th St. + +Dr. Floyd M. Crandall, 113 W. 95th St. + +Dr. D. Bryson Delevan, 1 E. 33d St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Frank H. Dodd, 222 W. 70th St. + +Prof, and Mrs. Chas. A. Doremus, 59 W. 51st St. + +Mr. and Mrs. B. Greef, 106 Spring St. + +Mr. Samuel B. Haines, 52 E. 78th St. + +Mr. Daniel Huntington, 49 E. 20th St. + +Miss Cornelia Jay, 155 W. 58th St. + +Dr. John Jay. + +Rev. and Mrs. E. H. Krans, 33 W. 12th St. + +Mr. and Mrs. H. Pi. Laidlaw, 31 W. 73rd St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Peck, 22 E. 55th St. + +Mrs. T. M. Peters, 264 W. 94th St. + +Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Pierce, 333 W. 85th St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. M. Spackman, 820 Madison Ave. + +Ki v. and Mrs. L. H. Schwab, 101 Lawrence St. + +Mr. and Mrs. James Talcott, 7 W. 57th St. + +Mr. W. VanNorden, 16 W. 48th St. + +Dr. and Mrs. Richard VanSantvord, 106 W. 122d St. + +Mr. F. S. Wait, 1 E. 39th St. + +Dr. and Mrs. Jos. E. Winters, 25 W. 37th St. + + +[Illustration: Peterskill falls] + +BROOKLYN. + +Rev. Dr. and Mrs. Lyman Abbott, Columbia Heights. + +Rev. and Mrs. J. A. Billingsley, 446 Macon St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Albert Bruen, 256 Cumberland St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. B. Crittenden, 66 Willow St. + +Mr. and Mrs. James W. Cromwell, 29 Brevoort Place. + +Mr. and Mrs. T. Henry Dewey, 95 Willow St. + +Mr. A. H. DeWitt, 120 Willow St. + +Dr. and Mrs. Z. Taylor Emory, 481 Washington Ave. + +Miss M. Latimer, 63 Remsen St. + +Dr. and Mrs. E. A. Lewis, 102 Pierrepont St. + +Mr. Edward Merritt, 3 Monroe Place. + +Mrs. James Miller, 21 Schermerhorn St. + +Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Ruland, 292 Greene Ave. + +Mr. and Mrs. Chas. F. Squibb, 152 Columbia Heights. + +Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Tiebout, 112 Prospect Park, West. + +Mr. and Mrs. John J. Williams, 401 Clinton Ave. + +PHILADELPHIA. + +Mr. and Mrs. Jos. W. Baker, Chestnut Hill. + +Miss H. S. Benson, Chestnut Hill. + +Hon. Craig Biddle, 2033 Pine St. + +Mr. and Mrs. James S. Biddle, 1714 Locust St. + +Mr. and Mis. J. C. Browne, 907 Clinton St. + +Mr. W. H. Castle, 4241 Walnut St. + +Mr. and Mrs. B. B. Comegys, 4205 Walnut St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Thos. P. Cope, Chew St., near Walnut. + +Mr. and Mrs. Robert Corson, 11th and Pine Sts. + +Hon. and Mrs. Geo. M. Dallas, 1514 Pine St. + +Rev. and Mrs. J. B. Douglass, 2213 Locust St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Patterson Dubois, 1031 Walnut St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Howard Evans, 2033 Locust St. + +Mrs. Elizabeth H. Farnum, 1214 Arch St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. West Frazier, 701 S. Front St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Philip Garrett, Logan P. O. + +Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Gillingham, 5314 Knox St. + +Mr. and Mrs. F. Ross Hansen, 3604 Barring St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Chas. C. Harrison, 1618 Locust St. + +Mrs. Geo. L. Harrison, School Lane. + +Mr. Charles Hartshorne, 228 S. Third St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Chas. S. Hinchman, 3635 Chestnut St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Chas. B. Keen, 4210 Walnut St. + +Dr. and Mrs. A. F. Kempton, 2118 Pine St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Robert M. Lewis, 123 S. 22d St. + +Rev. and Mrs. W. P. Lewis, 1346 Pine St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Mellor, 2130 Mt. Vernon St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. H. Merrick, School Lane, Germantown. + +Judge and Mrs. Clement B. Penrose, Germantown. + +Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Prime, 1008 Spruce St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Charles Richardson, 1307 Spruce St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Edward S. Sayres, 1825 Spruce St. + +Dr. Jos. A. Seiss, 1338 Spring Garden St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Coleman Sellers, 3301 Barring St. + +Rev. Dr. and Mrs. C. Ellis Stevens, 2217 Spruce St. + +Mrs. Wm. Bacon Stevens, 1914 S. Rittenhouse Sq. + +Hon. and Mrs. M. Russell Thayer, 1824 Pine St. + +Mr. Chas. W. Trotter, 2024 Spruce St. + +Mr. and Mrs. John G. Watmough, 2114 Walnut St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Jos. M. Wilson, 1106 Spruce St. + +Mr. and Mrs. C. Cresson Wistar, 5355 Knox St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Wood. 2038 Spring Garden St. + +Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Zanzinger, 1736 Pine St. + +[Illustration: Cliff house Looking South] + +MISCELLANEOUS. + +Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Ackerman, Chicago, 111. + +Dr. and Mrs. Francis Bacon, New Haven, Conn. + +Rev. Dr. and Mrs. Benjamin, Irvington-on-Hudson. + +Rev. and Mrs. Alfred B. Baker, Princeton, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. Thos. P. Barn field, Pan-tucket, R. I. + +Gen. and Mrs. John S. Berry, Baltimore, Md. + +Mr. J. R. Campbell, Oil City, Pa. + +Mr. and Mrs. G. S. Capelle, Wilmington, Del. + +Mrs. I. W. Cochran, Morristown, N. J. + +Prof, and Mrs. Geo. E. Day, Divinity School, New Haven, Conn. + +Mr. and Mrs. James W. DeGraff, Plainfield, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. H. Doane, Auburn Ave., Cincinnati, O. + +Mr. and Mrs. Charles Eddison, Irvington-on-Hudson. + +Mr. and Mrs. Joseph P. Elliot, Baltimore, Md. + +Prof. Geo. P. Fisher, New Haven, Conn. + +Dr. and Mrs. H. B. Frissell, Hampton, Va. + +Mr. and Mrs. Theodore Gilman, Palisade Avenue. Yonkers, N. Y. + +Mr. and Mrs. Chas. C. Glover, 20 Lafayette Square, Washington, D. C. + +Judge and Mrs. A. B. Hagner, Washington, D. C. + +Rev. Teunis F. Hamlin, 1306 Connecticut Avenue, Washington, D. C. + +Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Hicks, Old Westbury, L. I. + +Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Higbee, Cleveland, O. + +Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Holman, Tenerly, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. H. T. Hull, Morristown, N. J. + +Prof, and Mrs. T. W. Hunt, Princeton, N. J. + +Mrs. George Inness, Montclair, N. J. + +Rev. and Mrs. D. O. Irving, East Orange, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. Geo. E. Ketchum, 135 Locust Hill Ave., Yonkers, N. Y. + +Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Kilborne, Orange, N. J. + +Rev. and Mrs. J. P. E. Kumler, 413 S. Highland Ave., Pittsburg, Pa. + +Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Langdon, Elizabeth, N. J. + +Miss Grace Denio Litchfield, Washington, D. C. + +Rev. and Mrs. James M. Ludlow, East Orange, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. Wm. D. Murray, Plainfield, N. J. + +Mrs. Henry J. Owen, 10 Mercer St., Princeton, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. A. S. Patterson, Plainfield, N. J. + +Prof, and Mrs. Frank C. Porter, New Haven, Conn. + +Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Price, Newark, N. J. + +Hon. and Mrs. F. O. Prince, 311 Beacon St., Boston. + +Rev. Geo. T. Purves, Princeton, N. J. + +Pres. and Mrs. G. W. Smith, Trinity College, Hartford, Conn. + +Mrs. C. E. Stockley, Euclid Place, Cleveland, O. + +Mrs. N. H. Swayne, Toledo, O. + +Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Tillinghast, Englewood, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. J. Evarts Tracy. Plainfield, N. J. + +Rev. Dr. and Mrs. A. G. Vermilye, Englewood, N. J. + +Mr. and Mrs. Charles Dudley Warner, Hartford, Conn. + +Gen. and Mrs. J. H. Watmouth, Washington, D. C. + +Prof, and Mrs. J. F. Weir, New Haven, Conn. + +Mrs. J. Willock, Allegheny, Pa. + +Mr. and Mrs. Geo. P. Wilson, 4 First St., Albany. + +Mrs. C. P. Wurts, New Haven, Conn. + +Mr. and Mrs. Ellis Yarnall, Haverford College, Pa. + +[Illustration: The Wildmere Cliff Summer houses] + +[Illustration: The Cliffs from Wildmere] + +[Illustration: Lake Shore Walk] + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4399.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4399.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..076ac39418b3227e60fa6c12aebb50dc4157b38c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4399.txt @@ -0,0 +1,517 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Starner + + + + + + + + + +A Few Figs from Thistles + +Poems and Sonnets + +by + +Edna St. Vincent Millay + + + + +Thanks are due to the editors of Ainslie's, The Dial, Pearson's +Poetry, Reedy's Mirror, and Vanity Fair, for their kind permission +to republish various of these poems. + +This edition of "A Few Figs from Thistles" contains several poems +not included in earlier editions. + + + + First Fig + + My candle burns at both ends; + It will not last the night; + But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-- + It gives a lovely light! + + + + Second Fig + + Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: + Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! + + + + Recuerdo + + We were very tired, we were very merry-- + We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. + It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable-- + But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, + We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; + And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon. + + We were very tired, we were very merry-- + We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry; + And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, + From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; + And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, + And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. + + We were very tired, we were very merry, + We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. + We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head, + And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read; + And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears, + And we gave her all our money but our subway fares. + + + + Thursday + + And if I loved you Wednesday, + Well, what is that to you? + I do not love you Thursday-- + So much is true. + + And why you come complaining + Is more than I can see. + I loved you Wednesday,--yes--but what + Is that to me? + + + + To the Not Impossible Him + + How shall I know, unless I go + To Cairo and Cathay, + Whether or not this blessed spot + Is blest in every way? + + Now it may be, the flower for me + Is this beneath my nose; + How shall I tell, unless I smell + The Carthaginian rose? + + The fabric of my faithful love + No power shall dim or ravel + Whilst I stay here,--but oh, my dear, + If I should ever travel! + + + + Macdougal Street + + As I went walking up and down to take the evening air, + (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?) + I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; + ("Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!") + + The women squatting on the stoops were slovenly and fat, + (Lay me out in organdie, lay me out in lawn!) + And everywhere I stepped there was a baby or a cat; + (Lord God in Heaven, will it never be dawn?) + + The fruit-carts and clam-carts were ribald as a fair, + (Pink nets and wet shells trodden under heel) + She had haggled from the fruit-man of his rotting ware; + (I shall never get to sleep, the way I feel!) + + He walked like a king through the filth and the clutter, + (Sweet to meet upon the street, why did you glance me by?) + But he caught the quaint Italian quip she flung him from the gutter; + (What can there be to cry about that I should lie and cry?) + + He laid his darling hand upon her little black head, + (I wish I were a ragged child with ear-rings in my ears!) + And he said she was a baggage to have said what she had said; + (Truly I shall be ill unless I stop these tears!) + + + + The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge + + What should I be but a prophet and a liar, + Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? + Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water, + What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter? + + And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog, + That was got beneath a furze-bush and born in a bog? + And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar, + But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter? + + You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe, + As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby, + You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb + As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web, + + But there comes to birth no common spawn + From the love of a priest for a leprechaun, + And you never have seen and you never will see + Such things as the things that swaddled me! + + After all's said and after all's done, + What should I be but a harlot and a nun? + + In through the bushes, on any foggy day, + My Da would come a-swishing of the drops away, + With a prayer for my death and a groan for my birth, + A-mumbling of his beads for all that he was worth. + + And there'd sit my Ma, with her knees beneath her chin, + A-looking in his face and a-drinking of it in, + And a-marking in the moss some funny little saying + That would mean just the opposite of all that he was praying! + + He taught me the holy-talk of Vesper and of Matin, + He heard me my Greek and he heard me my Latin, + He blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evil, + And we watched him out of sight, and we conjured up the devil! + + Oh, the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't known. + What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown, + And yanked both ways by my mother and my father, + With a "Which would you better?" and a "Which would you rather?" + + With him for a sire and her for a dam, + What should I be but just what I am? + + + + She Is Overheard Singing + + Oh, Prue she has a patient man, + And Joan a gentle lover, + And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,-- + But my true love's a rover! + + Mig, her man's as good as cheese + And honest as a briar, + Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,-- + But my dear lad's a liar! + + Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha + Are thick with Mig and Joan! + They bite their threads and shake their heads + And gnaw my name like a bone; + + And Prue says, "Mine's a patient man, + As never snaps me up," + And Agatha, "Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, + Could live content in a cup;" + + Sue's man's mind is like good jell-- + All one colour, and clear-- + And Mig's no call to think at all + What's to come next year, + + While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad, + That's troubled with that and this;-- + But they all would give the life they live + For a look from the man I kiss! + + Cold he slants his eyes about, + And few enough's his choice,-- + Though he'd slip me clean for a nun, or a queen, + Or a beggar with knots in her voice,-- + + And Agatha will turn awake + While her good man sleeps sound, + And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue + Will hear the clock strike round, + + For Prue she has a patient man, + As asks not when or why, + And Mig and Sue have naught to do + But peep who's passing by, + + Joan is paired with a putterer + That bastes and tastes and salts, + And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,-- + But my true love is false! + + + + The Prisoner + + All right, + Go ahead! + What's in a name? + I guess I'll be locked into + As much as I'm locked out of! + + + + The Unexplorer + + There was a road ran past our house + Too lovely to explore. + I asked my mother once--she said + That if you followed where it led + It brought you to the milk-man's door. + (That's why I have not traveled more.) + + + + Grown-up + + Was it for this I uttered prayers, + And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, + That now, domestic as a plate, + I should retire at half-past eight? + + + + The Penitent + + I had a little Sorrow, + Born of a little Sin, + I found a room all damp with gloom + And shut us all within; + And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I, + "And, Little Sin, pray God to die, + And I upon the floor will lie + And think how bad I've been!" + + Alas for pious planning-- + It mattered not a whit! + As far as gloom went in that room, + The lamp might have been lit! + My little Sorrow would not weep, + My little Sin would go to sleep-- + To save my soul I could not keep + My graceless mind on it! + + So up I got in anger, + And took a book I had, + And put a ribbon on my hair + To please a passing lad, + And, "One thing there's no getting by-- + I've been a wicked girl," said I; + "But if I can't be sorry, why, + I might as well be glad!" + + + + Daphne + + Why do you follow me?-- + Any moment I can be + Nothing but a laurel-tree. + + Any moment of the chase + I can leave you in my place + A pink bough for your embrace. + + Yet if over hill and hollow + Still it is your will to follow, + I am off;--to heel, Apollo! + + + + Portrait by a Neighbor + + Before she has her floor swept + Or her dishes done, + Any day you'll find her + A-sunning in the sun! + + It's long after midnight + Her key's in the lock, + And you never see her chimney smoke + Till past ten o'clock! + + She digs in her garden + With a shovel and a spoon, + She weeds her lazy lettuce + By the light of the moon, + + She walks up the walk + Like a woman in a dream, + She forgets she borrowed butter + And pays you back cream! + + Her lawn looks like a meadow, + And if she mows the place + She leaves the clover standing + And the Queen Anne's lace! + + + + Midnight Oil + + Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife, + Each day to half its length, my friend,-- + The years that Time takes off _my_ life, + He'll take from off the other end! + + + + The Merry Maid + + Oh, I am grown so free from care + Since my heart broke! + I set my throat against the air, + I laugh at simple folk! + + There's little kind and little fair + Is worth its weight in smoke + To me, that's grown so free from care + Since my heart broke! + + Lass, if to sleep you would repair + As peaceful as you woke, + Best not besiege your lover there + For just the words he spoke + To me, that's grown so free from care + Since my heart broke! + + + + To Kathleen + + Still must the poet as of old, + In barren attic bleak and cold, + Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to + Such things as flowers and song and you; + + Still as of old his being give + In Beauty's name, while she may live, + Beauty that may not die as long + As there are flowers and you and song. + + + + To S. M. + + If he should lie a-dying + + I am not willing you should go + Into the earth, where Helen went; + She is awake by now, I know. + Where Cleopatra's anklets rust + You will not lie with my consent; + And Sappho is a roving dust; + Cressid could love again; Dido, + Rotted in state, is restless still: + You leave me much against my will. + + + + The Philosopher + + And what are you that, wanting you + I should be kept awake + As many nights as there are days + With weeping for your sake? + + And what are you that, missing you, + As many days as crawl + I should be listening to the wind + And looking at the wall? + + I know a man that's a braver man + And twenty men as kind, + And what are you, that you should be + The one man in my mind? + + Yet women's ways are witless ways, + As any sage will tell,-- + And what am I, that I should love + So wisely and so well? + + + + Four Sonnets + + + I + + Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, + And drag me at your chariot till I die,-- + Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts!-- + Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie + Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair + Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr + Who still am free, unto no querulous care + A fool, and in no temple worshiper! + I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, + Lifted my face into its puny rain, + Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire + As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain! + (Now will the god, for blasphemy so brave, + Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) + + + II + + I think I should have loved you presently, + And given in earnest words I flung in jest; + And lifted honest eyes for you to see, + And caught your hand against my cheek and breast; + And all my pretty follies flung aside + That won you to me, and beneath your gaze, + Naked of reticence and shorn of pride, + Spread like a chart my little wicked ways. + I, that had been to you, had you remained, + But one more waking from a recurrent dream, + Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained, + And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme, + A ghost in marble of a girl you knew + Who would have loved you in a day or two. + + + III + + Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! + Faithless am I save to love's self alone. + Were you not lovely I would leave you now; + After the feet of beauty fly my own. + Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, + And water ever to my wildest thirst, + I would desert you--think not but I would!-- + And seek another as I sought you first. + But you are mobile as the veering air, + And all your charms more changeful than the tide, + Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: + I have but to continue at your side. + So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, + I am most faithless when I most am true. + + + IV + + I shall forget you presently, my dear, + So make the most of this, your little day, + Your little month, your little half a year, + Ere I forget, or die, or move away, + And we are done forever; by and by + I shall forget you, as I said, but now, + If you entreat me with your loveliest lie + I will protest you with my favorite vow. + I would indeed that love were longer-lived, + And oaths were not so brittle as they are, + But so it is, and nature has contrived + To struggle on without a break thus far,-- + Whether or not we find what we are seeking + Is idle, biologically speaking. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44045.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44045.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..242a7d21de60a566ec46c67f63b51a344ac5f4fa --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44045.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 44045-h.htm or 44045-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/44045/pg44045-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/44045/44045-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/youngoliverortho00welliala + + + + + +FRONTISPIECE. + +[Illustration: (open book)] + + O write upon my mem'ry, Lord, + The texts and doctrines of thy word; + That I may break thy laws no more, + But love thee better than before. + +[Illustration: (decorative)] + + +YOUNG OLIVER: +OR THE +_Thoughtless Boy_. + +A TALE. + + +Oh, that men should put an enemy into +their mouths to steal away their brains! + + --SHAKESPEARE. + + + + + + + +[Illustration: (decorative)] + +Wellington: +Printed by F. Houlston and Son. + +Price Two-pence. + + + + +[Illustration: (decorative border)] + +YOUNG OLIVER. + +[Illustration: (decorative)] + + +Little Oliver was born of respectable parents, who lived in a pleasant +and fruitful part of the country. They had a small farm of their own, +and were very industrious in cultivating it. Little Oliver used to +drive the horses, while his father held the plough. Mrs. Oliver kept +the house neat and clean, and made excellent butter and cheese, which +were in great repute all the country round. Their daughter milked the +cows, and assisted her mother in cleaning the house, and in doing +any thing else that was wanted; for she was a dutiful girl, and so +good-tempered, that all their neighbours directed their children to +imitate the behaviour of Patty Oliver. But, notwithstanding all these +prosperous circumstances, misfortunes, to which all are liable, came +upon them, and they were reduced to poverty. + +[Illustration: (ploughing)] + +[Illustration: (milking cow)] + +The fields of Old Oliver were frequently overrun with men and dogs +employed to hunt and shoot. + +[Illustration: (dog chasing deer)] + +The fences were broken down so often, it was impossible to keep them +up. The hunting horses of the 'Squire over-topped the best that could +be made. The corn was trod and eaten. Complaints were made in vain. +Every day brought some fresh oppression. At last, the 'Squire wanted +to buy it. What could the old people do? daily insulted, weary of +life, they took what he chose to give them. It was not above one half +the real value of the farm. Yet no other person would buy it, every +body knew the proud temper of the 'Squire, and his contempt of those +who were in lower circumstances than himself. No poor man ever found +comfort under his roof. The very dogs about his house were taught to +bite those whom poverty had clothed in mean garments. Old Oliver +was particularly his aversion. The ground about, to the distance of +ten miles, was all the 'Squire's, except that which belonged to Old +Oliver, and he wished eagerly to have that likewise. He considered it +disgraceful to have so mean looking a tenement on the border of his +estate. + +[Illustration: (dog)] + +Old Oliver with the sum of one hundred pounds began to open a shop, +at an adjoining town. He had not been bred to any business beside +farming, and with that he was disgusted. He resolved therefore to try +another that he imagined would render him more independant on such +persons as the 'Squire. + +He began to sell sugar, butter, and such articles as poor people +wanted constantly to buy. Numbers flocked in as customers, and seeing +Old Oliver so good-natured a man they contracted debts which they +never paid. Thus was his stock reduced, and he had not sufficient +money to lay in more goods. He was not a judge of every article he +bought, so depended on the words of those of whom he had them, and was +cheated. He frequently was forced to sell such goods for less money +than he had given for them. + +His daughter, the comfort of his life, was lured away from him by +a villain of fortune, who introduced her to the company of women +that had nothing to recommend them besides their fine and tawdry +apparel, and a short time after went abroad, forsook her, and left her +abandoned to the wide world. She never was heard of more. + +[Illustration: (fancy ladies)] + +His wife died of a disease brought on by grief. + +[Illustration: (apprentice)] + +He had no person now to speak to but Little Oliver. The old man sold +off all his goods, and paid his creditors each their share. One, +more tender-hearted than the rest, returned him five guineas. With +this money, he put young Oliver to school for awhile, and then bound +him apprentice to the trade of a joiner, and retired, for his few +remaining days, to the workhouse of his parish. + +Young Oliver made a quick progress in the trade. In five years he +could work as well as any in the shop. In joiner's shops there are +many apprentices and journeymen. Some of them were of a thoughtless +disposition, and much inclined to frequent alehouses. Young Oliver +had little money; he could not indulge his inclination to go with +them, so often as they wanted to persuade him. His master allowed him +to work what is called over-hours, by which means he gained a little +pocket-money. Thus the time passed, till his term of servitude was at +an end. + +He now wished for nothing so much as to become a master; but he wanted +money. + +[Illustration: (church)] + +A merchant, hard by, had often seen the young man, for he had done +him some work in a very neat manner. He knew he was remarkably +industrious, and attended church regularly. Oliver heard he was a +worthy man, and did all the good he could, to any person who stood in +need and whom he thought deserving. Oliver mustered courage enough to +wait on him. He stated his case, mentioned his wishes to begin trade, +and asked for assistance. The merchant lent him one hundred pounds to +begin business. + +You may guess at Oliver's joy. He had the money in his pocket. It +never contained so much before. He thought he had already a work-shop +of his own and some journeymen. He began to reckon how many customers +came to order goods, and what money he should have at the end of the +year. + +In the midst of these emotions of joy, he met an old fellow-workman. +An alehouse was at hand. "Come," said Oliver, as they both entered it, +"I will, for once, have a little pleasure out of a purse of money I +have in my pocket. I will spend six-pence." + +He did not well know whether to call for punch. It was his favourite +liquor. He thought it was too soon to give way to enjoyment. Reason +suggested to him, he should, first of all, try to pay back what the +good merchant had lent him. At present, thought he, it is not honest +for me to lay out a penny of the money, for any thing not necessary. +These notions impressed him so strongly, he was ready to return. + +His companion now asked him what he stood moping there for. "Come, sit +down," said he. "What shall we have to drink?" Oliver was diverted +from thinking more, and called for six-pennyworth of punch. He +thought to himself, if I spend six-pence of the money I shall have +ninety-nine pounds, nineteen shillings, and six-pence left. Such a sum +is enough to set up trade, and a single hour's industry will make up +again such a small expence as the present. + +It was thus, taking up the glass, he sought to quiet his inward +scruples; but alas, this conduct opened to him a door for ruin. + +On the morrow he recollected what agreeable chat and good liquor he +had at the alehouse. It filled his mind; and he was not scrupulous +about spending one shilling more. The alehouse was near; he again +stepped in. He tried wine. He had never drank any before. He liked it +exceedingly, and determined to have a pint more. + +On the days following he longed for more liquor, and constantly +visited his beloved alehouse. He began to drink each time more than +the preceding. You know, he began with six-pence, then he spent a +shilling; now, each time, he spends half-a-crown. He made indeed at +the first half-crown, a short reflection; but, afterwards, he consoled +himself with saying, "'Tis but two-and-six-pence I am spending. O, I +need not fear but I shall have enough left to carry on my trade." + +So powerful is habit; so deluding is temptation to low indulgencies! +reason would now and then urge a contrary conduct; but company led +him on, and he was inexperienced in the world. + +[Illustration: (in alehouse)] + +Oliver's money at first was one hundred pounds. He had yet ninety +pounds left. He now determined to begin business. He made bargains, +which never were transacted but in his favourite alehouse. He must +needs have some liquor at every bargain, and some more when payment +was made. The people of whom he bought wood could not afford to spend +money and sell cheap; so were obliged to charge a good deal more to +Oliver than to other persons. Oliver thus lost his time, laid in his +goods too high, and attended very little to his shop. + +Would Oliver have done well, he should have been sober and diligent as +formerly. The good employment of all his money depended on a careful +use of the smallest part. These thoughts did not at all strike him. + +[Illustration: (boy beaten)] + +You may perceive, my little friends, how by want of thought Oliver by +degrees became fond of liquor, low company, and a vagrant life. Check, +therefore, the most trifling inclination to the company of bad boys, +who deserve whipping till they grow better, and be careful to avoid +bad ways. You that have parents, listen to their advice and never +forget what they say to you. So will you be loved by good men, and +prosper in the world. Oliver had no parents; but had he listened to +reason and common sense he would have acted quite differently. + +After he received the money from his best friend, the merchant, Oliver +never called any more at his house. He was ashamed to see him, +conscious he was acting wrong. + +The merchant made enquiries frequently about Oliver; wondering much +he did not hear some account from his own lips. The merchant having +required no recompense for the use of his money, thought gratitude +would have induced Oliver to have now and then called to give some +account of his success in business. The merchant considered himself +Oliver's best friend, having proved himself so by lending him money +at a time when it was not likely any other person would have done the +like. Besides, as Oliver had been unfortunate in losing his parents, +who loved him more than any one, the merchant expected he would have +wanted some advice in many things of which youth are ignorant. + +The merchant had much experience, and would have taken great pleasure +in pointing out what was best. He had received some hints of Oliver's +proceedings, but wished to think better of him than was represented. +He concluded, Oliver would by and by call at his house, and clear up +every evil report. He hoped, at present, Oliver was too busy in his +trade and could not spare time. The merchant's good disposition caused +him to judge too favourably of the vices of others. In this instance +he was sadly deceived; the case was different. + +[Illustration: (keys)] + +Oliver found no longer any joy in industry. He frequently locked up +his shop to go to the alehouse. He thought not of the evil days that +were to come.--Days that might have been pleasant to him. He thought +only of the money in his pocket, which was likely to last yet a long +time. He trusted to some good fortune, as he called it, for more. +From day to day his present stock was diminishing. What blindness, +what folly could lead him on thus madly! + +Conviction at last came. Came like a clap of thunder. Alas! it came +too late. His creditors wanted money; he had none left. He could +ask no more of the merchant, he knew he would not lend him any. The +merchant perceived he had done Oliver an injury. Elated with having +so much money, he acted as if it would never have diminished. The +merchant had not considered the MIND of Oliver. + +[Illustration: (butterfly)] + +Oliver's mind was weak and trifling; and might be compared to a +butterfly, always roving about, but never gaining any thing by it. +As he mixed only with low company, his ideas were grovelling; and, +though an excellent workman, his genius, was of an ordinary kind. He +was not formed for the execution of any thing great or noble. He had, +indeed, natural good sense sufficient, but he did not hearken to what +it dictated; bad habits had suppressed every generous principle of the +mind. + +Overcome with shame and grief, he sought to stifle reflection by hard +drinking. The frightful moment came. His few effects were sold and +divided among his creditors. Thus did ruin fall on him. He was now +disgusted with industry. He would not work. He was himself an object +of horror. Life became a burden. A scene of poverty opened before him. + +[Illustration: (pirate ship)] + +He fled from his country; followed by goadings of conscience, and +despair. He joined a gang of smugglers, formidable for the ravages +they spread through every country on the coast. God did not permit +their violence to continue for a long time unpunished. Their ship was +taken, the whole gang were seized, and Oliver, with the rest, was +committed to prison. He was put into a solitary cell, loaded with +fetters, deprived nearly of light, and allowed only bread and water +to subsist upon. His bed was composed of straw. In this miserable +situation he remained two months. He was then tried, found guilty +of many crimes, and condemned to be shot to death. I will spare you +the pain you would feel on hearing the account of his exit. Let this +suffice, he ended his short term of wickedness by much repentance and +a disgraceful death. + +[Illustration: (man shooting rifle)] + +Alas! had Oliver listened at first to reason, his case would not have +been thus. Had the dictates of conscience been regarded, all would +have been well. His situation would have been easy; his pleasures +temperate, as become a sensible being. He would have enjoyed +repute and honour, and the repose of opulent old age; have lived +respectably, and died happily. + +Surely, my young friends, you shudder at such lamentable folly. I +hope as _you_ grow up you will avoid bad company, and the love of +more liquor than nature requires. Always attend to what your friends +advise. So may God prosper your pursuits. Be good, and you will sooner +or later be happy. If not in this life, in that beyond the grave. + +Be always careful of your money; laying it out on something that may +be useful. Money is intended for some good purpose. You may sometime +want it extremely. Never buy any thing, without asking your friends +what is most proper for your age and capacity. Never spend it without +thought. + +Days, months, and years pass on. At times, look back, and examine if +a good use has been made of them, and if we may not do something +better in future. The design of this life is to prepare our minds +and dispositions to enter upon a state of existence perfectly happy; +where no care or misery is known, but where all people, who have been +virtuous here, enjoy complete felicity. In that future state, those +who have done evil actions in this world, feel misery that cannot be +described; and better would it have been for them, had they never +possessed rational faculties, but have been brute beasts, without +understanding, yea, never to have existed. + +[Illustration: (boar)] + +If vice at any time appears to us in an engaging dress, it is +occasioned by overlooking the deformities it endeavours to hide. The +disposition of a wolf is not changed, though he put on the clothing +of a sheep. If vice ensnares for a moment, think of the story of Young +Oliver, and be wise ere it is too late. + +[Illustration: (decorative)] + + + + +[Illustration: (decorative border)] + + + + +TWO WAYS _OF ATTAINING WISDOM_. + + +[Illustration: (decorative)] + +The two sons of a certain gentleman repaired, one afternoon, to the +garden, for an airing. The gardener, seeing them approach a bee-hive, +begged they would keep at a greater distance, lest the enraged insects +should sting them. + +[Illustration: (bee hive)] + +"I have never yet been stung!" said Harry, daringly; and walked on, +regardless of the caution which he had received. Before the gardener +could turn round, master Harry was saluted by a most excruciating +impression on his cheek. Thus, by _doleful experience_, he became +wise. + +Constantine, on the contrary, following the gardener's advice, +owed his wisdom to timely _instruction_.--Now, Children, which of +these two young gentlemen had the greatest claim to superiority of +understanding? Not one of you will hesitate to give Constantine that +preference to which he is so justly entitled! + + +[Illustration: A Tinker. (front inside cover)] + +[Illustration: A Jew. (back inside cover)] + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +Minor punctuation errors were silently corrected. + +Illustrations were moved to avoid breaking up paragraphs of text. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44288.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44288.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..efe6f737dbf4298cb91e546f1ec7b5a3de8d069f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44288.txt @@ -0,0 +1,255 @@ + + +[Illustration: title page decoration] + + THE STORY + OF + BLUE BEARD + + + + +[Illustration: decoration] + + The : Story : of : Blue=Beard + from Perrault illustrated + with pictures and ornaments + by Joseph + E. Southall. + +[Illustration: decoration] + + London-Lawrence + and Bullen + Chicago Stone + & Kimball + 1895 + +[Illustration: decoration] + + + + +BLUE BEARD + + +Once on a time there was a man who had fine town and country houses, +gold and silver plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilt all over; +but unfortunately, this man had a blue beard, which made him look so +ugly and terrible, that there was not a woman or girl who did not run +away from him. One of his neighbours, a lady of quality, had two +daughters, who were perfectly beautiful. He proposed to marry one of +them, leaving her to choose which of the two she would give him. Neither +of them would have him; and they sent him from one to the other, not +being able to make up their minds to marry a man who had a blue beard. +What increased their distaste to him was, that he had had several wives +already, and nobody knew what had become of them. + +Blue Beard, in order to cultivate their acquaintance, took them, with +their mother, three or four of their most intimate friends, and some +young persons who resided in the neighbourhood, to one of his country +seats, where they passed an entire week. Nothing was thought of but +excursions, hunting and fishing, parties, balls, entertainments, +collations; nobody went to bed; the whole night was spent in merry games +and gambols. In short, all went off so well, that the youngest daughter +began to find out that the beard of the master of the house was not as +blue as it used to be, and that he was a very worthy man. Immediately +upon their return to town the marriage took place. + +[Illustration: His beard seemed not so very blue] + +At the end of a month Blue Beard told his wife that he was obliged to +take a journey, which would occupy six weeks at least, on a matter of +great consequence; that he entreated she would amuse herself as much as +she could during his absence; that she would invite her best friends, +take them into the country with her if she pleased, and keep an +excellent table everywhere. + +"Here," said he to her, "are the keys of my two great store-rooms; these +are those of the chests in which the gold and silver plate is kept, +that is only used on particular occasions; these are the keys of the +strong boxes in which I keep my money; these open the caskets that +contain my jewels; and this is the pass-key of all the apartments. As +for this little key, it is that of the closet at the end of the long +gallery, on the ground floor. Open everything, and go everywhere except +into that little closet, which I forbid you to enter, and I forbid you +so strictly, that if you should venture to open the door, there is +nothing that you may not have to dread from my anger!" She promised to +observe implicitly all his directions, and after he had embraced her, he +got on to his horse and set out on his journey. + +The neighbours and friends of the young bride did not wait for her +invitation, so eager were they to see all the treasures contained in the +mansion, not having ventured to enter it while the husband was at home, +so terrified were they at his blue beard. + +[Illustration: Departure of Blue-Beard] + +Behold them immediately running through all the rooms, closets, and +wardrobes, each apartment exceeding the other in beauty and richness. + +[Illustration: Her Friends did not wait to be invited] + +They ascended afterwards to the store-rooms, where they could not +sufficiently admire the number and elegance of the tapestries, the beds, +the sofas, the cabinets, the stands,[1] the tables, and the mirrors in +which they could see themselves from head to foot, and that had frames +some of glass,[2] some of silver, and some of gilt metal, more +beautiful and magnificent than had ever been seen. They never ceased +enlarging upon and envying the good fortune of their friend, who in the +meanwhile was not in the least entertained by the sight of all these +treasures, in consequence of her impatience to open the closet on the +ground floor. Her curiosity increased to such a degree that, without +reflecting how rude it was to leave her company, she ran down a back +staircase in such haste that twice or thrice she narrowly escaped +breaking her neck. Arrived at the door of the closet, she paused for a +moment, bethinking herself of her husband's prohibition, and that some +misfortune might befall her for her disobedience; but the temptation was +so strong that she could not conquer it. + +[Illustration: She paused before unlocking the door] + +She therefore took the little key and opened, tremblingly, the door of +the closet. At first she could discern nothing, the windows being +closed; after a short time she began to perceive that the floor was all +covered with clotted blood, in which were reflected the dead bodies of +several females suspended against the walls. These were all the wives of +Blue Beard, who had cut their throats one after the other. She was ready +to die with fright, and the key of the closet, which she had withdrawn +from the lock, fell from her hand. After recovering her senses a little, +she picked up the key, locked the door again, and went up to her chamber +to compose herself; but she could not succeed, so greatly was she +agitated. Having observed that the key of the closet was stained with +blood, she wiped it two or three times, but the blood would not come +off. In vain she washed it, and even scrubbed it with sand and +freestone, the blood was still there, for the key was enchanted, and +there were no means of cleaning it completely: when the blood was washed +off one side, it came back on the other. + +[Illustration] + +Blue Beard returned that very evening, and said that he had received +letters on the road informing him that the business on which he was +going had been settled to his advantage. His wife did all she could to +persuade him that she was delighted at his speedy return. The next +morning he asked her for his keys again; she gave them to him; but her +hand trembled so, that he had not much difficulty in guessing what had +occurred. "How comes it," said he, "that the key of the closet is not +with the others?" "I must have left it," she replied, "up-stairs on my +table." "Fail not," said Blue Beard, "to give it me presently." After +several excuses, she was compelled to produce the key. Blue Beard having +examined it, said to his wife, "Why is there some blood on this key?" +"I don't know," answered the poor wife, paler than death. "You don't +know?" rejoined Blue Beard. "I know well enough. + +[Illustration: "You do not Know! + I very well Know"] + +You must needs enter the closet. Well, madam, you shall enter it, and go +take your place amongst the ladies you saw there." She flung herself at +her husband's feet, weeping and begging his pardon, with all the signs +of true repentance for having disobeyed him. Her beauty and affliction +might have melted a rock, but Blue Beard had a heart harder than a rock. +"You must die, madam," said he, "and immediately." "If I must die," she +replied, looking at him with streaming eyes, "give me a little time to +say my prayers." "I give you half a quarter of an hour," answered Blue +Beard, "but not a minute more." As soon as he had left her, she called +her sister, and said to her, "Sister Anne" (for so she was named), "go +up, I pray thee, to the top of the tower, and see if my brothers are not +coming. They have promised me that they would come to see me today; and +if you see them, sign to them to make haste." Sister Anne mounted to +the top of the tower, and the poor distressed creature called to her +every now and then, "Anne! sister Anne! dost thou not see anything +coming?" And sister Anne answered her, "I see nothing but the sun making +dust, and the grass growing green." + +[Illustration: "I see only the sun and dust"] + +In the meanwhile Blue Beard, with a great cutlass in his hand, called +out with all his might to his wife, "Come down quickly, or I will come +up there." "One minute more, if you please," replied his wife; and +immediately repeated in a low voice, "Anne! sister Anne! dost thou not +see anything coming?" And sister Anne replied, "I see nothing but the +sun making dust, and the grass growing green." "Come down quickly," +roared Blue Beard, "or I will come up there." "I come," answered his +wife, and then exclaimed, "Anne! sister Anne! dost thou not see anything +coming?" "I see," said sister Anne, "a great cloud of dust moving this +way." "Is it my brothers?" "Alas! no, sister, I see a flock of sheep." +"Wilt thou not come down?" shouted Blue Beard. "One minute more," +replied his wife, and then she cried, "Anne! sister Anne! dost thou not +see anything coming?" "I see," she replied, "two horsemen coming this +way; but they are still at a great distance." "Heaven be praised!" she +exclaimed, a moment afterwards. "They are my brothers! I am making all +the signs I can to hasten them." Blue Beard began to roar so loudly that +the whole house shook again. The poor wife descended, and went and threw +herself, with streaming eyes and dishevelled tresses, at his feet. + +"It is of no use," said Blue Beard. "You must die!" Then seizing her by +the hair with one hand, and raising his cutlass with the other, he was +about to cut off her head. The poor wife turned towards him, and fixing +upon him her dying eyes, implored him to allow her one short moment to +collect herself. "No, no," said he; "recommend thyself heartily to +Heaven." And lifting his arm----At this moment there was so loud a +knocking at the gate, that Blue Beard stopped short. It was opened, and +two horsemen were immediately seen to enter, who, drawing their swords, +ran straight at Blue Beard. He recognized them as the brothers of his +wife--one a dragoon, the other a musqueteer, and, consequently, fled +immediately, in hope to escape; but they pursued him so closely, that +they overtook him before he could reach the step of his door, and, +passing their swords through his body, left him dead on the spot. The +poor wife was almost as dead as her husband, and had not strength to +rise and embrace her brothers. + +[Illustration: Death of Blue-Beard] + +It was found that Blue Beard had no heirs, and so his widow remained +possessed of all his property. She employed part of it in marrying her +sister Anne to a young gentleman who had long loved her; another part, +in buying captains' commissions for her two brothers, and with the rest +she married herself to a very worthy man, who made her forget the +miserable time she had passed with Blue Beard. + + Provided one has common sense, + And of the world but knows the ways, + This story bears the evidence + Of being one of bygone-days. + No husband now is so terrific, + Impossibilities expecting: + Though jealous, he is still pacific, + Indifference to his wife affecting. + And of his beard, whate'er the hue, + His spouse need fear no such disaster; + Indeed, 'twould often puzzle you + To say which of the twain is master. + +[Illustration: decoration] + + + + + RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, + LONDON & BUNGAY. + + + + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] Gueridons, _i. e._ stands to place lights or china upon. +The word is now used to signify any small round table with one foot; but +the old-fashioned stand, which was higher than a table, and its top not +bigger than a dessert-plate, is occasionally to be met with. + +[2] Looking-glasses with frames of the same material were much +in vogue at that period. Of silver-framed mirrors some magnificent +specimens remain to us at Knowle Park, Kent. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of Blue-Beard, by Charles Perrault + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44319.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44319.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..35420ddc5f73710f0a0be1090c611e71a960df26 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44319.txt @@ -0,0 +1,331 @@ + + +Miss Heck's Thanksgiving Party or, Topsy Up to Date. + +[Illustration] + + By + + IDA HAMILTON MUNSELL. + +[Illustration] + + Dedicated to + The Woman's Club + Of Evanston, Illinois. + + + + + MISS + HECK'S + THANKSGIVING + PARTY + + OR + + TOPSY + UP TO DATE + + (Copyrighted by the Author.) + + + + +_To the Woman's club of Evanston_: + + Devoted, as it is, to "mutual helpfulness in all the + affairs of life," and to a union of effort towards + attaining the "higher development of humanity," this + little brochure is dedicated by one of its members. + + + + +MISS HECK'S THANKSGIVING PARTY; + + or, TOPSY + UP TO DATE + + +IDA HAMILTON MUNSELL, B. M. + + +Any person with but half an eye could recognize at a glance the +extraordinary character of Miss Myra Heck! And furthermore, if +novelists did not show such decided preferences for white-skinned +heroines, Miss Heck would long since have won the world-wide renown +which of right belongs to her. But, unfortunately, Miss Myra was +born of black parents away down in the sunny southland, and the dark +hue of skin and wisps of woolly curls which are characteristic of +the negro race have descended upon their offspring. This is the more +unfortunate in that this daughter--now a young woman of twenty-four or +thereabouts--is possessed of really uncommon talents, while her brain +teems at all times with schemes worthy of a French diplomat; and were +she fair and dainty as to exterior, she would not now be occupying +the situation of "maid of all work" in the little town where we first +discovered her. + +Yet, notwithstanding the accidental disadvantages which hamper this +bright maid, she has managed to achieve at least local distinction in +more directions than one. Few families are there in Rexville who have +not at one time or another availed themselves of Miss Heck's services. +Servants of any degree of ability are exceedingly rare in Rexville, +so that Miss Myra could easily reign as the bright particular star +in the domestic firmament of the universe, were it not for certain +peculiarities of temperament, added to an ugly habit of prevaricating, +together with a too confident disposition to presume upon her mistress' +willingness to permit her cook to parade the streets dressed in silks +and satins from her own wardrobe. + +But, because of this scarcity of help, and in view of the general +ability possessed by Miss Heck, her employers have shut their eyes to +such peccadillos as these so often, that by dint of much experience +the young woman has at last possessed herself of such power that she +rules the mistresses of Rexville with a rod of iron. She has indeed +reached the conclusion that although one family may decide to forego +the benefit of her assistance in their household because of some little +peculiarity of hers, nevertheless she is sure of a position with some +other lady on the street before twenty-four hours shall have sped. So +she oscillates back and forth--like a pendulum--from one kitchen to +another throughout the length and breadth of Rexville. Her period of +tarrying varies according to the blindness of her mistress and the +condition of the master's pocket-book, for this latter article shortly +feels the drain of Miss Myra's extravagant habits, and sooner or later +collapses into empty space. Then self-defense demands that the sable +goddess of the cuisine depart to new fields and pastures green until +such time as self-denial and rigid economy shall have once more filled +the purse, and brought a return of the prosperity which had been +temporarily suspended. + +Thus you see that even though Miss Heck has not attained the national +reputation of which she is worthy, she has at least in one small +corner of the earth won for herself glory and renown. In this little +town, if nowhere else, her name is a household word. It is difficult +to draw a correct word picture of this wily maid; her talents, too, +are so numerous and varied that one hesitates which to portray first. +Possibly, we can convey a better idea of her personality if we describe +one particular scheme of hers and its outcome. + + * * * * * + +It was the day before Thanksgiving, in the year of our Lord 1892, and +Miss Myra sat upon the floor of her mother's dingy little parlor deeply +absorbed in thought. She was working just at present for banker Holmes' +people, but fortunately for herself the entire family had gone east a +week before Thanksgiving in order to eat turkey in good old-fashioned +comfort with relatives not seen for months. This left Miss Myra free +to enjoy life to the uttermost. To be sure she carried the key to +the big house in her pocket, and daily went through the pretense of +airing and then dusting the premises. She also had access to the cold +storage room, which privilege augmented greatly the bill of fare at +her father's shanty. Her parents had since earliest childhood greatly +admired their offspring, and this ability of hers to vary the supply +and quality of their edibles on occasion did not at all diminish this +fond regard. + +Miss Myra had enjoyed her freedom now for seven whole days; she had +walked the streets at morning, noon and night, dressed always in +her best, and this best was no mean style, for the young woman was +possessed of a figure neat and trim, while every cent of her earnings +went into clothes with which she might easily outshine the rest of +the working girl population of Rexville. She had, during these past +seven days, neither baked nor swept, set the table, or made the beds +for anybody. In fact, she had lived an existence of unalloyed pleasure +which comes from that idleness so dear to the African heart. But now +she owned--to herself, at least--that she was tired. The dull monotony +wearied her. + +What could she do to create a new sensation? she asked herself, while +she sat with her feet crossed under her, tailor-fashion, upon the bare +floor. One dingy brown hand, with its hue of pallor on the palm, moved +restlessly to and fro through her crown of wool and roughened its +carefully plastered locks until they stood out in grotesque tangles all +about her head. At length a bright idea occurred to her; she laughed +aloud; a merry chime of bells could not make sweeter music. "I'se hit +it this time, sure, mammy," she called out to the woman who was bending +over a steaming tub in an outer room. Her mother wiped her hands +hastily upon the skirt of her gown and went into the parlor where Miss +Myra yet sat upon the floor. + +"Hit what, chile? What mischief has you got in dat hed of yourn dis +time, I'd like to know?" she asked eagerly, as she threw her ponderous +body into a chair. "Grand scheme, mammy; the best I'se had yet," +announced the girl, as she slowly untangled her feet from beneath her +dress and rose from the floor. + +"It's bound ter be a first rate one den shuah enough, Myrie," the woman +said admiringly, as she watched the supple form stretch itself to +relieve the cramped feeling of the limbs caused by her long continued +crouching attitude. + +"What you goin' do dis time, chile? tell your poor old mammy," the +negress went on, seeing the young woman made no haste to unbosom +herself of her scheme. + +"Wall, then, old lady, if you _must_ know, here goes! but don't let it +take your bref away," the girl replied with provoking deliberateness, +and she crossed the room to where a small cracked mirror hung upon +the wall; here she proceeded to re-arrange her hair, holding the +pins in her mouth as she did so, tantalizing yet further the anxious +mother. "The longer you wait, the better it'll seem, mammy," Miss +Myra said after a few moments. The old lady made no reply; she always +let "Myrie" have her own way; she had found by experience that it was +not easy to do otherwise. At length even the critical taste of Miss +Myra seemed satisfied with the vision she beheld in the little glass, +for she turned away with a contented sigh, as she did so exclaiming, +"I'se gwine to give a Thanksgiving party here, mammy, tomorrer night! +And it'll be a swell affair, tew, take my wurd for it!" Then she put +on her coat and hat, blew a kiss from the ends of her fingers toward +the old negress yet sitting stupid with amazement in the rickety +rocking-chair, and with another ringing, happy laugh went out into the +storm. The sky was lead-colored, the wind blew fiercely and flung the +snowflakes which were falling rapidly with spiteful force against the +girl, until her heavy garments were soon hidden by a soft covering of +white. But not even the fleecy crystals of snow had power to change the +hue of the ebony face, and Miss Myra, who was a sensitive young woman, +could not but feel a sensation of disgust as she thought, "I must look +blacker than ever by contrast." + +On down the street she walked rapidly; here and there she paused long +enough at some house to leave an invitation for the cook or coachman to +attend her Thanksgiving party; but at the end of two hours this part of +her preparation was ended. + +It was time, then, she decided, to turn her attention to further +details of her audacious plan; and retracing her steps she soon found +herself at banker Holmes' door. Here she entered, and for a long +time busied herself with necessary preparations for the morrow's +festivities. As twilight fell, she closed the house once more and +walked rapidly homeward. That she had not been idle, the next night's +feast would show. + + * * * * * + +Any one passing by Jim Heck's tumbled-down cottage Thanksgiving night +would have been astonished at the number of gleaming lights flashing +out upon the snow through the cracked and grimy window-panes, and would +have stopped for a moment to listen to the sounds of revelry within +doors. A fiddle squeaked in a lively, even if discordant fashion, while +a banjo made frantic efforts to keep it company. There was a sound, +too, as if of many feet dancing an old-fashioned break-down, which made +the shanty fairly tremble under the unwonted strain upon its frail +supports. + +The aroma of hot coffee also floated out upon the crisp air, mingled +with an odor of more substantial viands, which appealed strongly to the +imagination of a passing tramp who had paused to look through a window +void of shade or curtain. + +Suddenly the dance ended; the music ceased with one last unearthly +squeak, and for the space of a single moment almost perfect silence +reigned, and then it seemed as though just previously a cyclone of +noise had been running riot. + +At this juncture from the doorway of the combined dining-room and +kitchen the host himself announced in his most gracious manner, "Supper +am suhved, ladies and gemmin; choose youah pardners and walk out!" + +With one hand he pulled down the draperies which had been improvised +for the occasion, and which had so far kept the glories of the feast +hidden from view; whilst with the other he politely motioned his guests +to cross the hospitable threshold. For a second nobody stirred; a +bashfulness as sudden as it was unusual seemed to have seized old and +young alike. Then a tall mulatto took his late "partner" by the arm +and made a hasty exit into the supper room. This was the signal for +a general stampede for seats; but when the full glories of the scene +impressed themselves upon the senses of the bewildered guests, each and +all stood as if rooted to the spot, staring with eyes and mouth wide +open at the unexpected grandeur. + +At the head of the table stood Miss Myra herself. But such a Miss Myra! +Accustomed to see her always in the latest style, they had, "up to +date," never beheld her attired like this. + +Solomon in all his glory, the lilies of the field in their beauty, were +as nothing compared to her! + +She wore a trained robe of richest ivory satin, elaborately trimmed +with point lace; the dusky neck and arms shone like polished ebony +against the glimmering sheen of the satin. + +She stood perfectly silent for a moment, her head uplifted, and with +a haughty smile upon her lips, did her utmost to impress these humble +admirers with this transitory grandeur. + +"Yes, it jis' is indeed Mis Holmes' weddin' dress, nuffin' else, you +simpletons," she said calmly, as if announcing the most commonplace +fact. "An' dis yeah is her linen, and dat's her coffee; and it's +her silber, too," she added calmly, as she moved her hands here and +there, pointing out the objects which she named. "But dat is nobody's +business but mine; you uns has nuffin' to do but enjoy de good things +I'se provided. Sit down, goosies, and let der feast proceed," she +commanded in an imperious manner, and set the example by seating +herself--with due regard for her long-trained gown--at the head of the +table. + +This proceeding elicited tumultuous applause, and from that moment +until the gray dawn began to lighten the east, the fun was fast and +furious. + +Of all races in the world none can equal the African in its abandon +of enjoyment. From the far-off homes of their ancestors, where the +tropical sun forces vegetation into luxuriance and raises the blood +to well-nigh fever heat, the negroes of the South have derived the +power to live in and for the present only. "Foolish!" you say? Well, +probably. Yet, after all, how much of human wretchedness results from +either idle regrets for an unalterable past, or causeless care for an +undiscoverable future? Be this as it may, at Miss Myra's Thanksgiving +party shouts of laughter, bursts of negro melody, the shuffling of +feet, all these sounds became more and more tumultuous as the night +waned. + +In the early morning dusky forms might have been seen entering many a +back or side door in Rexville, and many a mistress complained that day +of inattention to duty; but the darkies never told the secret of their +all-night festivities. + +For many and many a day the glories of Miss Heck's Thanksgiving party +lingered in the minds and on the tongues of the favored guests. + +Upon the return of the banker's wife, that worthy lady found all her +belongings in the same condition, apparently, as when she left home. +Miss Myra was shrewd enough to skillfully effect this result, and if +ever her conscience troubled her in reference to her late "grand ball," +she always quieted its qualms by saying: "What Mis Holmes don't know +ain't gwine ter hurt her none! 'Tain't right ter be selfish in dis +wurld noway! If der Lawd don't make no ekal division of things, why +I'll jes have ter help, an' dat's all ther is about hit!" + + * * * * * + +It must have been at least a year after the occurrence before the +banker's wife learned of the party at which her possessions had played +so very conspicuous and magnificent a part; and by this time Miss Heck +had left her employ, being maid of all work at the parsonage, and hence +beyond all need of censure from outsiders, since it was perfectly +evident that her reverend employer was trying to convert this Topsy (up +to date) from the error of her ways and to pluck one more brand from +the burning, adding yet another jewel to his anticipated dazzlingly +brilliant crown. + +But at last accounts the worthy man's efforts had not met with that +measure of success which usually have crowned his ministrations. Miss +Heck appears to be a rather difficult "subject." + +Topsy yet reigns over all the mistresses of Rexville, and condescends +to work for them all in turn. + +Her impartiality is sublime! + + EVANSTON, November, 1895. + + + _PRESS OF W. B. CONKEY COMPANY, CHICAGO._ + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44342.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44342.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..abce62ffe5ac679efcba30da80b31ec283392829 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44342.txt @@ -0,0 +1,515 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note. + +Minor punctuation inconsistencies have been silently repaired. Original +spelling has been retained. A list of unresolved printer errors can be +found at the end of the book. Formatting and special characters are +indicated as follows: _italic_ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + _CLASSICAL ENIGMAS_, + ADAPTED TO + EVERY MONTH IN THE YEAR, + COMPOSED FROM + THE ENGLISH AND ROMAN HISTORIES, + HEATHEN MYTHOLOGY, AND NAMES OF + FAMOUS WRITERS: + + Meant to amuse Youths of all Ages, and at the same + Time exert their Memories, by calling to mind + what they have read at different Times. + + BY A LADY. + + LONDON: + PRINTED BY W. DARTON, 58, HOLBORN-HILL. + + 1811. + + + + + CLASSICAL ENIGMAS, _&c._ + + +[Aries] + + Name the _Queen_ of Old England, whose bigotted zeal, + Made her subjects the terrors of Popery feel, + Then that glorious example of goodness and grace, + The last _Sovereign_, who reign'd, of the true Stuart race. + The _King_, who unjustly the sceptre to gain, + Had his friends, and his kindred most cruelly slain. + Next _him_, whom the puritan party dethron'd, + And whose faults, by the loss of his head was atton'd. + Now name that bold _King_, who threw off the yoke + Treating the Pope, and his Bulls as a joke: + Who not from religion, but whimsey of passion, + Declar'd, that the Bible should come into fashion. + Place these Monarchs together, the first letters take, + When a Month in the year, they'll certainly make. + + A. R. + +[Illustration] + + +[Sagittarius] + + That _Monster of Rome_, who no equal can claim, + For the crimes that for ever, have blacken'd his name. + _Augustus's sister_, great Anthony's wife, + Whom he left for that beauty, who cost him his life. + The _Emperor_, who thought it improper to lay, + When death call'd his soul from his body away, + Determin'd the summons undaunted to meet, + And was plac'd by his courtiers erect on his feet. + That _Prince_ whom the Romans delighted to name, + As first of their race, tho' from Venus he came. + That _Emperor_ gigantic, who for his ring chose + A bracelet, the wrist of his wife could enclose. + The harsh _Roman Father_, who sternly sat by + To condemn, and behold, his own children die. + The _conquer'd_, whom first Cincinnatus did doom + To pass through the yoke, for contending with Rome. + Last one of the _Twins_, who was nurs'd by a goat, + Yet founded old Rome, that great city of note. + Now take the _initials_, and put them together, + They'll tell you a month, that has often wet weather. + + A. R. + + +[Libra] + + The _Grecian_ fam'd for strength of lungs, + And voice as loud, as fifty tongues; + The _Nymph_, who answers every tone, + And sigh for sigh, when your're alone; + The _Man_ who boldly did aspire, + To steal the sun's etherial fire; + Those _regions dark_, you now may tell, + Where wicked spirits ever dwell; + Then name the _fields of bliss_ below, + Where we are told the happy go; + That _King_, whose vanity appears + Rewarded, with enormous ears; + The _Wind_, whose blustering looks inform, + He rides upon the raging storm; + And the _lov'd wife_, whom stories tell, + Her husband went to seek in hell! + Last name one of the _Judges_ three, + Who bliss, or punishment decree; + On all who pass the Stygian wave, + By Charon ferry'd, king or slave. + Unite all the first letters well, + A month within the year they'll tell. + + A. R. + + +[Capricorn] + + First name me the _Cinque Port_ that's nearest to France, + Where the Despot of Paris, would like to advance; + But he fears with the billows of Neptune to strive, + Well-knowing, he never shall get back alive. + Now an _Island_, where in the same shire you will find + An _University_ large, for great learning design'd; + The _island_ the prayers of a Bishop can claim, + And the _College_ boasts proudly of William Pitt's name. + Then a _College_ in Bucks, founded long time ago, + By Edward the Sixth, as the records will show. + Now the _birth-place_ of Henry the Fifth you may tell, + Who tho' wild as a Prince, as a King govern'd well; + Then name where the crooked backed Richard the Third + Was _conquer'd_, and where they his relics interr'd; + Then _where_ in these modern times it is known, + To view the horse-racing, that Royaltys shown; + Last tell me that _lovely unfortunate fair_, + Whom Henry the Second, protected with care; + Put these names together, perhaps you will find, + They'll tell you a month that to mirth is inclin'd. + + A. R. + + +[Leo] + + Take the _writer_, whose size both of body and mind, + Were much more gigantic, than common you'll find, + Whose brains were employ'd for the good of the age, + And perfect the language, you find in each page, + Whether out with his Rambler, you venture to roam, + Or stay with his Rasselas, shut up at home. + When tired of his numbers, I'd have you to name, + A _Bishop_ of Ireland, recorded by fame, + Whose writings will ever be held in esteem, + By those who make sacred religion their theme. + Next remember the _writer_, whose delicate lay, + Deserv'd from Apollo, a chaplet of Bay; + Who in Hagley's sweet groves, for his Lucy did mourn, + And wept with true sorrow long over his urn. + There is none but poor Shaw, with his numbers can vie, + Who so sweetly laments that his Emma should die. + Then last name the _Poet_, whose anguish and grief, + Seeks in sorrowful verses some little relief, + Who o'er his Narcissa, so young, and so fair, + Laments in a language, uncommon, and rare. + Place these sons of Parnassus, in proper array, + And they'll tell you a month that is cheerful and gay. + + A. R. + + +[Aquarius] + + The _God_ whom Artists always grace, + By giving him a double face: + The _food_ divine, that's eat on high, + By all the inmates of the sky; + Also the _Liquor_, drank above, + Which Hebe hands, to mighty Jove; + _He_, who for fair Calypso's smile, + Forgot his wife, and native isle: + Now Thetis' _son_, who chose the strife, + Of warlike fame, instead of life: + That _island_, where we're always told, + The brass Colossus stood of old: + The _time_, no efforts can regain, + Tho' oft we spend its hours in vain. + Take the first letters and they'll tell + A month, when firing pleases well. + + A. R. + +[Illustration] + + +[Cancer] + + The _King_, who was forc'd Magna Charta to sign, + Or his crown and kingdom, for ever resign. + The _term_ which fair Scotland, with England did join, + And the Roses and Thistles, agree to entwine. + No king can I find, who will give my next letter, + So think of an _Admiral_, can you do better? + Then speak of the Trafalgar Hero whose name, + Stands high in the records, of glory and fame. + Then the pride of Old England, that _Queen_ who alone, + Well guarded her rights, and protected her throne. + If you join the initials, perhaps you will find, + A Month in the year, when bright Phoebus is kind. + + A. R. + +[Illustration] + + +[Taurus] + + The _first Roman Emperor_, whose forty years sway, + His people with pleasure, could always obey. + The _General_, whom C├Žsar contrived to annoy. + And occasion his army in terror to fly, + By desiring his soldiers, their faces to wound, + Which soon made the combatants vacate the ground. + That _Roman_, whose firmness no sufferings could move, + Tho' destin'd the cruellest torments to prove. + The name of that _Horse_, whose vile master did say, + He wish'd he all Romans, could kill in a day. + The fair Roman _Matron_, whose cause to espouse, + The long smother'd spirit of Brutus did rouse. + These names plac'd aright, the first letters will tell, + A month in the year, most people love well. + + A. R. + +[Illustration] + + +[Pisces] + + The fickle _Goddess_, false and blind, + To some profuse, to more unkind: + The _Shepherd_, who on Latmos height, + Was courted by the Queen of night; + The _Maid_, for whom Achilles swore, + He'd aid the Grecian cause no more: + _Jove's mother_ name, and _Saturn's wife_, + Who fled to save her infant life: + _He_, who when feigning madness try'd, + With care to turn the plough aside, + Nor o'er that furrow bend its way, + Where he beheld his infant lay. + The _Queen_, whom Jove with love assail'd, + And in the husband's form prevail'd; + The _King_, whose horses Diomed, + And grave Ulysses captive led; + And now conclude with that _blest time_, + We should enjoy, while in its prime. + So place the initials, and they'll say, + A month, not quite so warm as May. + + A. R. + + +[Scorpio] + + I would have you that great _University_ name, + From whence many good scholars, have risen to fame; + Then _where William the Conqueror_, rested in peace, + And all his vexations in this world, did cease; + Then tell me the _River_, on whose verdant sides, + The noble, the merchant, the trader resides, + Whose opulent stream wild meandring flows, + Well laden with riches, to proud London goes: + Then _where_, the best medicine is to be had, + For those who are bitten, by dogs raving mad. + The fam'd _Wells_ in Derbyshire, which we are told, + Tho' close by each other, are one hot, t'other cold: + That _commotion_, which troubles the bowels of earth + And causes confusion, when 'ere it bursts forth; + Then a _place_ name in Berkshire, where Henry the first + Lays quietly resting, that Fates done her worst. + Join the first letters together, and soon they will make + A month, when its pleasant a ramble to take. + + A. R. + + +[Gemini] + + The _Bard_, tho' wanting sight inspir'd, + Was with poetic rapture fir'd; + His noble strains, and verse to raise, + Singing of heaven, his tuneful lays, + In numbers born to lasting fame, + I beg you'll tell this writer's name. + Next him, another _Author_ tell, + Who wrote in numbers soft and well; + Whose lines were tutor'd to convey, + To every heart the moral lay, + Whose Cato and Spectators shine, + With many beauties of the nine; + Now _he_, whose gloomy thoughts appear, + For ever damp'd with sorrows tear, + Whose discontented numbers show, + The cause, from which his murmurs flow, + And disappointment marks the name, + Of him, who grumbling sought for fame. + These writers, when their names yon know, + Will tell a month when flowrets blow. + + A. R. + + +[Virgo] + + The _goddess_ of the rosy morn, + Whose smiles with health, our cheeks adorn; + Then tell as quickly as you can, + The Poets _much enduring man_; + The _Youth_ who gave the cup on high, + When fair Hebe left the sky; + The _Muses name_, I'd have you find, + Most to astronomy inclin'd; + Then take the _River_, at whose sound, + The gods, eternally are bound; + The _Muse_, before whose comic eye, + Despair and melancholy fly; + The initials join'd, will surely find, + Amusement for your active mind, + And rightly plac'd, will soon appear + A month, within the circling year. + + A. R. + +[Illustration] + + + + + KEY TO THE ENIGMAS. + + +[Aries] + + Mary, + Anne, + Richard the Third, + Charles the First, + Henry the Eighth. + + +[Sagittarius] + + Nero, + Octavia, + Vespasian, + Eneas, + Maximum, + Brutus, + Equi, + Romulus. + + +[Libra] + + Stentor, + Echo, + Prometheus, + Tartarus, + Elysian, + Midas, + Boreas, + Eurydice, + Rhadamanthus. + + +[Capricorn] + + Dover, + Ely, + Cambridge, + Eton, + Monmouth, + Bosworth, + Epsom, + Rosamond. + + +[Leo] + + Johnson, + Usher, + Littleton, + Young. + + +[Aquarius] + + Janus, + Ambrosia, + Nectar, + Ulysses, + Achilles, + Rhodes, + Youth. + + +[Cancer] + + John, + Union, + Nelson, + Elizabeth. + + +[Taurus] + + Augustus, + Pompey, + Regulus, + Incitatus, + Lucretia. + + +[Pisces] + + Fortune, + Endymion, + Briseis, + Rhea, + Ulysses, + Alcmena, + Rhesus, + Youth. + + +[Scorpio] + + Oxford, + Caen in Normandy, + Thames, + Ormskirk, + Buxton, + Earthquake, + Reading. + + +[Gemini] + + Milton, + Addison, + Young. + + +[Virgo] + + Aurora, + Ulysses, + Ganymedes, + Urania, + Styx, + Thalia. + + +Darton, Printer, Holborn Hill. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Errata. + +The first line indicates the original, the second how it should read: + +p. 9: + + And sigh for sigh, when your're alone; + And sigh for sigh, when you're alone; + +p. 23: + + Whose opulent stream wild meandring flows, + Whose opulent stream wild meandering flows, + +p. 24: + + A month, when its pleasant a ramble to take. + A month, when it's pleasant a ramble to take. + +p. 26: + + These writers, when their names yon know, + These writers, when their names you know, + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44398.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44398.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1bace6e38d477a487b79782ec1ed008d0e1511f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44398.txt @@ -0,0 +1,749 @@ + + +POEMS ON SLAVERY. + + + + +POEMS + +ON + +SLAVERY. + + +BY + +HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. + + +SECOND EDITION. + + +CAMBRIDGE: + +PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN. + +M DCCC XLII. + + +Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year eighteen hundred and +forty-two, by H. W. LONGFELLOW, in the Clerk's office of the District +Court of the District of Massachusetts. + + +CAMBRIDGE: + +METCALF, KEITH, AND NICHOLS, + +PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + + PAGE + + TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING 9 + + THE SLAVE'S DREAM 11 + + THE GOOD PART 15 + + THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP 18 + + THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT 21 + + THE WITNESSES 23 + + THE QUADROON GIRL 26 + + THE WARNING 30 + + + + +[The following poems, with one exception, were written at sea, in the +latter part of October. I had not then heard of Dr. Channing's death. +Since that event, the poem addressed to him is no longer appropriate. +I have decided, however, to let it remain as it was written, a feeble +testimony of my admiration for a great and good man.] + + + + +POEMS. + + + + + The noble horse, + That, in his fiery youth, from his wide nostrils + Neighed courage to his rider, and brake through + Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord + Safe to triumphant victory, old or wounded, + Was set at liberty and freed from service. + The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew + Marble, hewed for the Temple of the Gods, + The great work ended, were dismissed and fed + At the public cost; nay, faithful dogs have found + Their sepulchres; but man, to man more cruel, + Appoints no end to the sufferings of his slave. + + MASSINGER. + + + +TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING. + + + The pages of thy book I read, + And as I closed each one, + My heart, responding, ever said, + "Servant of God! well done!" + + Well done! Thy words are great and bold; + At times they seem to me, + Like Luther's, in the days of old, + Half-battles for the free. + + Go on, until this land revokes + The old and chartered Lie, + The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes + Insult humanity. + + A voice is ever at thy side + Speaking in tones of might, + Like the prophetic voice, that cried + To John in Patmos, "Write!" + + Write! and tell out this bloody tale; + Record this dire eclipse, + This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail, + This dread Apocalypse! + + + + +THE SLAVE'S DREAM. + + + Beside the ungathered rice he lay, + His sickle in his hand; + His breast was bare, his matted hair + Was buried in the sand. + Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, + He saw his Native Land. + + Wide through the landscape of his dreams + The lordly Niger flowed; + Beneath the palm-trees on the plain + Once more a king he strode; + And heard the tinkling caravans + Descend the mountain-road. + + He saw once more his dark-eyed queen + Among her children stand; + They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, + They held him by the hand!-- + A tear burst from the sleeper's lids + And fell into the sand. + + And then at furious speed he rode + Along the Niger's bank; + His bridle-reins were golden chains, + And, with a martial clank, + At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel + Smiting his stallion's flank. + + Before him, like a blood-red flag, + The bright flamingoes flew; + From morn till night he followed their flight, + O'er plains where the tamarind grew, + Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts, + And the ocean rose to view. + + At night he heard the lion roar, + And the hy├Žna scream, + And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds + Beside some hidden stream; + And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums, + Through the triumph of his dream. + + The forests, with their myriad tongues, + Shouted of liberty; + And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, + With a voice so wild and free, + That he started in his sleep and smiled + At their tempestuous glee. + + He did not feel the driver's whip, + Nor the burning heat of day; + For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, + And his lifeless body lay + A worn-out fetter, that the soul + Had broken and thrown away! + + + + +THE GOOD PART, + +THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY. + + + She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, + In valleys green and cool; + And all her hope and all her pride + Are in the village school. + + Her soul, like the transparent air + That robes the hills above, + Though not of earth, encircles there + All things with arms of love. + + And thus she walks among her girls + With praise and mild rebukes; + Subduing e'en rude village churls + By her angelic looks. + + She reads to them at eventide + Of One who came to save; + To cast the captive's chains aside, + And liberate the slave. + + And oft the blessed time foretells + When all men shall be free; + And musical, as silver bells, + Their falling chains shall be. + + And following her beloved Lord, + In decent poverty, + She makes her life one sweet record + And deed of charity. + + For she was rich, and gave up all + To break the iron bands + Of those who waited in her hall, + And labored in her lands. + + Long since beyond the Southern Sea + Their outbound sails have sped, + While she, in meek humility, + Now earns her daily bread. + + It is their prayers, which never cease, + That clothe her with such grace; + Their blessing is the light of peace + That shines upon her face. + + + + +THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. + + + In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp + The hunted Negro lay; + He saw the fire of the midnight camp, + And heard at times a horse's tramp + And a bloodhound's distant bay. + + Where will-o'-the-wisps and glowworms shine, + In bulrush and in brake; + Where waving mosses shroud the pine, + And the cedar grows, and the poisonous vine + Is spotted like the snake; + + Where hardly a human foot could pass, + Or a human heart would dare, + On the quaking turf of the green morass + He crouched in the rank and tangled grass, + Like a wild beast in his lair. + + A poor old slave, infirm and lame; + Great scars deformed his face; + On his forehead he bore the brand of shame, + And the rags, that hid his mangled frame, + Were the livery of disgrace. + + All things above were bright and fair, + All things were glad and free; + Lithe squirrels darted here and there, + And wild birds filled the echoing air + With songs of Liberty! + + On him alone was the doom of pain, + From the morning of his birth; + On him alone the curse of Cain + Fell, like a flail on the garnered grain, + And struck him to the earth! + + + + +THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT. + + + Loud he sang the psalm of David! + He, a Negro and enslaved, + Sang of Israel's victory, + Sang of Zion, bright and free. + + In that hour, when night is calmest, + Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist, + In a voice so sweet and clear + That I could not choose but hear, + + Songs of triumph, and ascriptions, + Such as reached the swart Egyptians, + When upon the Red Sea coast + Perished Pharaoh and his host. + + And the voice of his devotion + Filled my soul with strange emotion; + For its tones by turns were glad, + Sweetly solemn, wildly sad. + + Paul and Silas, in their prison, + Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen, + And an earthquake's arm of might + Broke their dungeon-gates at night. + + But, alas! what holy angel + Brings the Slave this glad evangel? + And what earthquake's arm of might + Breaks his dungeon-gates at night? + + + + +THE WITNESSES. + + + In Ocean's wide domains, + Half buried in the sands, + Lie skeletons in chains, + With shackled feet and hands. + + Beyond the fall of dews, + Deeper than plummet lies, + Float ships, with all their crews, + No more to sink or rise. + + There the black Slave-ship swims, + Freighted with human forms, + Whose fettered, fleshless limbs + Are not the sport of storms. + + These are the bones of Slaves; + They gleam from the abyss; + They cry, from yawning waves, + "We are the Witnesses!" + + Within Earth's wide domains + Are markets for men's lives; + Their necks are galled with chains, + Their wrists are cramped with gyves. + + Dead bodies, that the kite + In deserts makes its prey; + Murders, that with affright + Scare schoolboys from their play! + + All evil thoughts and deeds; + Anger, and lust, and pride; + The foulest, rankest weeds, + That choke Life's groaning tide! + + These are the woes of Slaves; + They glare from the abyss; + They cry, from unknown graves, + "We are the Witnesses!" + + + + +THE QUADROON GIRL. + + + The Slaver in the broad lagoon + Lay moored with idle sail; + He waited for the rising moon, + And for the evening gale. + + Under the shore his boat was tied, + And all her listless crew + Watched the gray alligator slide + Into the still bayou. + + Odors of orange-flowers, and spice. + Reached them from time to time, + Like airs that breathe from Paradise + Upon a world of crime. + + The Planter, under his roof of thatch, + Smoked thoughtfully and slow; + The Slaver's thumb was on the latch, + He seemed in haste to go. + + He said, "My ship at anchor rides + In yonder broad lagoon; + I only wait the evening tides, + And the rising of the moon." + + Before them, with her face upraised, + In timid attitude, + Like one half curious, half amazed, + A Quadroon maiden stood. + + Her eyes were, like a falcon's, gray, + Her arms and neck were bare; + No garment she wore save a kirtle gay, + And her own long, raven hair. + + And on her lips there played a smile + As holy, meek, and faint, + As lights in some cathedral aisle + The features of a saint. + + "The soil is barren,--the farm is old;" + The thoughtful Planter said; + Then looked upon the Slaver's gold, + And then upon the maid. + + His heart within him was at strife + With such accursed gains; + For he knew whose passions gave her life, + Whose blood ran in her veins. + + But the voice of nature was too weak; + He took the glittering gold! + Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, + Her hands as icy cold. + + The Slaver led her from the door, + He led her by the hand, + To be his slave and paramour + In a strange and distant land! + + + + +THE WARNING. + + + Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore + The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind, + He saw the blessed light of heaven no more, + Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind + In prison, and at last led forth to be + A pander to Philistine revelry,-- + + Upon the pillars of the temple laid + His desperate hands, and in its overthrow + Destroyed himself, and with him those who made + A cruel mockery of his sightless woe; + The poor, blind Slave, the scoff and jest of all, + Expired, and thousands perished in the fall! + + There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, + Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel, + Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand, + And shake the pillars of this Commonweal, + Till the vast Temple of our liberties + A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies. + + +END. + + + + +WORKS + +PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN, + +CAMBRIDGE. + + +I. + +VOICES OF THE NIGHT. + +BY + +HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. + +6th Edition. 16mo. 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II. & III. + +BEING THE COMPLETION OF THE WORK. + +8vo. + + +III. + +THE SPANISH STUDENT. + +A DRAMA: IN THREE ACTS. + +BY + +HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, + +AUTHOR OF "VOICES OF THE NIGHT," "HYPERION," ETC. + +l6mo. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Poems on Slavery, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44431.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44431.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a15d722f18698d45094f6289a2b832832edf9b9e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44431.txt @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ + + +FOUR HUNDRED HUMOROUS ILLUSTRATIONS + +By George Cruikshank + +With Portrait and Biographical Sketch + +Second Edition + +London + +Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co Glasgow + + + + +BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH + +GEORGE CRUIKSHANK was born in London on the 27th of September, 1792. +His parents were of Scotch nationality. The father, namely, Isaac +Cruikshank, was an artist by profession, having considerable skill in +water-colour painting and etching. The mother was a Miss Macnaughten, +of Perth, a _protégé_ of the Countess of Perth, and the possessor of +a small sum of money. She was a person of energetic temper and strong +will, and so thrifty that by saving she added considerably to her +original pecuniary possession. She was also careful to bring up her +children in a pious manner, being, along with them, a regular attendant +at the Scotch Church in Crown Court, Drury Lane. + +The couple took up house in Duke Street, Bloomsbury, where two sons +and one daughter were burn. The elder son was born in 1789, named Isaac +Robert, and ultimately became an artist of considerable reputation, +but of much less originality in character and design than his younger +brother. George was born about three years later. In artistic work he +struck out in a new line, and although the difference between his +work and that of his father and brother was not in every case strongly +marked, still it was always sufficient to enable experts to select the +productions of the youngest from those of his two seniors, a distinctly +new and original vein appearing in them from the first. + +While the three children were still quite young, the family removed to +No. 117 Dorset Street, Salisbury Square, Fleet Street, where the parents +let a portion of the house to lodgers. Here the father continued to +work on his plates, while his wife coloured them by hand, soon, however, +obtaining help in that respect from her sons. The boys went to school +at Mortlake, and afterwards to Edgeware, but not for long, so that they +owed little to school masters. The elder brother went to sea, and not +returning when expected, was supposed to be lost, and mourned for as +such. But after three years he suddenly re-appeared, and was welcomed +home with joy,--resuming engraving for a livelihood Unfortunately for +the family, the father died in 1811 Up to the time of his decease he +appears to have had a steady and good business, having produced an +immense number of sketches, coloured etchings, engravings, and designs +produced in various modes, many of them in connection with the stage. At +the time of his father's decease, the oldest son was twenty-two years of +age, and George, the second son, nineteen. They were both well-advanced +in their profession, and were quite capable of taking up and prosecuting +their father's business connection. + +Previous to all this, there is no doubt that George began to draw when +he was a mere child. Some of his productions of 1799 are still extant. +"George's first playthings," says Mr. Bates "were the needle and the +dabber;" but play insensibly merged into work, as he began to assist his +hard-worked father. His earliest inclination, it is said, was to go +to sea, but his mother opposed this. The earliest job in the way of +etching, for which he was employed and received payment, was a child's +lottery ticket. This was in 1804, when he was about twelve years of age. +in 1805 he made a sketch of Nelson's funeral car, and whimsical etchings +of the fashions of the day. His earliest signed work is dated two years +later, and represents the demagogue Cobbett going to St. James's. His +father's early death threw the lad on his own resources, and he quickly +found that he must fight for a place in the world, as Fuseli told him +he would have to do for a seat in the Academy. Anything that offered was +acceptable--headings for songs and halfpenny ballads, illustrations for +chap books, designs for nursery tales, sheets of prints for children--a +dozen on the sheet and a penny the lot--vignettes for lottery tickets, +rude cuts for broadsides, political squibs--all trivial records but now +of the utmost rarity and value. + +While still very young, and before his father's decease, young George, +with a view to becoming an Academy student, took specimens of his work +to Fuseli for his inspection, when that, official told him that he would +just have to "fight for his place," and at same time gave him permission +to attend the lectures on painting. He attended two of the lectures and +then stopped going, as his father held that if he was destined to be an +artist he would become one without instruction, so that he never became +a real student of that institution, nor had he a regular training in any +way, so that his education, both so far as art and ordinary schooling +was concerned, was very irregular and deficient. In fact, as a lad and +young man he appeared to have been too full of animal spirits and too +fond of sight-seeing to settle down to a hard course of study. The +goings-on of the two brothers were severely condemned by their pious +and strict mother. Occasionally she even went the length of castigating +George when he returned home in the small hours from fairs and horse +races, or the prize ring, and sometimes not quite sober. + +He is described at this early age as filled with a reckless love +of adventure, emulating the exploits of Tom and Jerry, with wild +companions. His field of observation extended from the foot of the +gallows to Greenwich fair, through coal-holes, cider-cellars, cribs, and +prize-fighters' taverns, Petticoat Lane, and Smithfield. Its centre was +Covent Garden Market, where the young bloods drank, and sang, and +fought under the piazzas in those days. Such was pretty much the sort of +education the young men had, and luckily George had the sense and talent +to turn it all to good account later on with his pencil. + +In course of time the artist was firmly established in business, and had +numerous patrons among the publishers, some of whom were thriving to +a considerable extent through Cruikshank's labours. After numerous +isolated sketches, which brought him no small amount of fame, the first +considerable series of designs by him appeared in Dr. Syntax's _Life of +Napoleon_, consisting of thirty illustrations. Another long series was +twenty-three illustrations to Pierce Egan's _Life_ in London. As also +twenty-seven etchings to Grimm's _Popular Stories_. These were followed +by numerous other lengthened series, such as _Mornings at Row Street, +Three Courses and a Dessert, Punch and Judy, Gil Blas, My Sketch Book, +Scott's Novels, Sketches by Boz, The Omnibus_, and very numerous others. +In all, he appears to have produced the illustrations for no fewer than +three hundred and twenty volumes, not to speak of an immense number of +isolated sketches of all sorts. + +In 1847 and 1848 there came from his pencil his first direct and +outspoken contribution to the cause of temperance in "The Bottle" and +the "Drunkard's Children," although in some of his earlier designs +he had satired the prevalent vice of drunkenness; he capped them all, +however, in the eight plates of "The Bottle," in which he depicts the +terrible downward march of degradation in the tragedy of an entire +family, from the easy temptation of "a little drop" to the final murder +of the wife. In "The Drunkard's Children," eight more plates, the +remorseless moral is continued, the son becomes a thief, and dies in the +hulks; the daughter, taking to the streets, ultimately throws herself +over Waterloo Bridge. The two works had a great success. Moreover, they +were dramatised in eight theatres at once, and were sold by tens of +thousands. Hitherto Cruikshank had not been a strict abstainer, but now +he became one with all the energy of his nature. + +In Cruikshank's later years he made a good many attempts at oil +painting, and exhibited quite a number of paintings at the Royal Academy +all with more or less success. But the larger and best known of these +is the "Worship of Bacchus;" it is a work of inexhaustible detail and +invention, and was received by the public with great favour; the size +is 7 feet 8 inches high by 13 feet 3 inches long, and it is now in the +National Gallery. + +However, to return to the affairs of the family. In time the brother +Isaac Robert having got married, the whole family removed to King +Street, Holborn. Soon afterwards the mother, George, and sister took a +house in Claremont Square, Pentonville, at that period partially in the +country. Later on, becoming married. George removed to Amwell Street, +where he remained for thirty years. He afterwards resided in several +suburban localities, but finally settled down at 263 Hampstead Road, +where he died on the 1st of February, 1878, and in the following +November his remains were finally deposited in the crypt of St. Paul's +Cathedral. + +In person Cruikshank was a broad-chested man, rather below the middle +height, with a high forehead, blue-grey eyes, a hook nose, and a pair of +strong whiskers. In his younger days he had been an adept at boxing and +all manly sports, as also an enthusiastic volunteer, ultimately becoming +lieutenant-colonel of the 48th Middlesex Volunteers. He preserved his +energy almost to the last day of his life. Even at eighty he was ready +to dance a hornpipe, or sing a song, "he was," says one who knew him +well, "a light hearted, merry, jolly old gentleman, full physically +of humorous action and impulsive gesture, but in every word and deed a +God-fearing, queen-honouring, truth-loving, honest man." + +The old school of caricaturists in which the names of Gilray, +Rowlandson, Woodward, and Bunbury are most prominent, was noted chiefly +for the broad, and in many cases, vulgar treatment of the subjects which +were dealt with. The later school of caricaturists, in their mode +of treating similar subjects, differed considerably from their +predecessors. The leading member of the new school was George +Cruikshank. He lived and worked during two generations, and may be +considered as the connecting link between the old school and the new. +At first Cruikshank to some extent followed Gilray and Rowlandson, but +gradually fell off from their style of art, and in its stead produced +work of a more serious and more artistic nature, which was the beginning +of a new era in the history of caricature. His illustrations to +innumerable works are of the highest order, and have made for him an +everlasting reputation. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44432.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44432.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a15d722f18698d45094f6289a2b832832edf9b9e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44432.txt @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ + + +FOUR HUNDRED HUMOROUS ILLUSTRATIONS + +By George Cruikshank + +With Portrait and Biographical Sketch + +Second Edition + +London + +Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co Glasgow + + + + +BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH + +GEORGE CRUIKSHANK was born in London on the 27th of September, 1792. +His parents were of Scotch nationality. The father, namely, Isaac +Cruikshank, was an artist by profession, having considerable skill in +water-colour painting and etching. The mother was a Miss Macnaughten, +of Perth, a _protégé_ of the Countess of Perth, and the possessor of +a small sum of money. She was a person of energetic temper and strong +will, and so thrifty that by saving she added considerably to her +original pecuniary possession. She was also careful to bring up her +children in a pious manner, being, along with them, a regular attendant +at the Scotch Church in Crown Court, Drury Lane. + +The couple took up house in Duke Street, Bloomsbury, where two sons +and one daughter were burn. The elder son was born in 1789, named Isaac +Robert, and ultimately became an artist of considerable reputation, +but of much less originality in character and design than his younger +brother. George was born about three years later. In artistic work he +struck out in a new line, and although the difference between his +work and that of his father and brother was not in every case strongly +marked, still it was always sufficient to enable experts to select the +productions of the youngest from those of his two seniors, a distinctly +new and original vein appearing in them from the first. + +While the three children were still quite young, the family removed to +No. 117 Dorset Street, Salisbury Square, Fleet Street, where the parents +let a portion of the house to lodgers. Here the father continued to +work on his plates, while his wife coloured them by hand, soon, however, +obtaining help in that respect from her sons. The boys went to school +at Mortlake, and afterwards to Edgeware, but not for long, so that they +owed little to school masters. The elder brother went to sea, and not +returning when expected, was supposed to be lost, and mourned for as +such. But after three years he suddenly re-appeared, and was welcomed +home with joy,--resuming engraving for a livelihood Unfortunately for +the family, the father died in 1811 Up to the time of his decease he +appears to have had a steady and good business, having produced an +immense number of sketches, coloured etchings, engravings, and designs +produced in various modes, many of them in connection with the stage. At +the time of his father's decease, the oldest son was twenty-two years of +age, and George, the second son, nineteen. They were both well-advanced +in their profession, and were quite capable of taking up and prosecuting +their father's business connection. + +Previous to all this, there is no doubt that George began to draw when +he was a mere child. Some of his productions of 1799 are still extant. +"George's first playthings," says Mr. Bates "were the needle and the +dabber;" but play insensibly merged into work, as he began to assist his +hard-worked father. His earliest inclination, it is said, was to go +to sea, but his mother opposed this. The earliest job in the way of +etching, for which he was employed and received payment, was a child's +lottery ticket. This was in 1804, when he was about twelve years of age. +in 1805 he made a sketch of Nelson's funeral car, and whimsical etchings +of the fashions of the day. His earliest signed work is dated two years +later, and represents the demagogue Cobbett going to St. James's. His +father's early death threw the lad on his own resources, and he quickly +found that he must fight for a place in the world, as Fuseli told him +he would have to do for a seat in the Academy. Anything that offered was +acceptable--headings for songs and halfpenny ballads, illustrations for +chap books, designs for nursery tales, sheets of prints for children--a +dozen on the sheet and a penny the lot--vignettes for lottery tickets, +rude cuts for broadsides, political squibs--all trivial records but now +of the utmost rarity and value. + +While still very young, and before his father's decease, young George, +with a view to becoming an Academy student, took specimens of his work +to Fuseli for his inspection, when that, official told him that he would +just have to "fight for his place," and at same time gave him permission +to attend the lectures on painting. He attended two of the lectures and +then stopped going, as his father held that if he was destined to be an +artist he would become one without instruction, so that he never became +a real student of that institution, nor had he a regular training in any +way, so that his education, both so far as art and ordinary schooling +was concerned, was very irregular and deficient. In fact, as a lad and +young man he appeared to have been too full of animal spirits and too +fond of sight-seeing to settle down to a hard course of study. The +goings-on of the two brothers were severely condemned by their pious +and strict mother. Occasionally she even went the length of castigating +George when he returned home in the small hours from fairs and horse +races, or the prize ring, and sometimes not quite sober. + +He is described at this early age as filled with a reckless love +of adventure, emulating the exploits of Tom and Jerry, with wild +companions. His field of observation extended from the foot of the +gallows to Greenwich fair, through coal-holes, cider-cellars, cribs, and +prize-fighters' taverns, Petticoat Lane, and Smithfield. Its centre was +Covent Garden Market, where the young bloods drank, and sang, and +fought under the piazzas in those days. Such was pretty much the sort of +education the young men had, and luckily George had the sense and talent +to turn it all to good account later on with his pencil. + +In course of time the artist was firmly established in business, and had +numerous patrons among the publishers, some of whom were thriving to +a considerable extent through Cruikshank's labours. After numerous +isolated sketches, which brought him no small amount of fame, the first +considerable series of designs by him appeared in Dr. Syntax's _Life of +Napoleon_, consisting of thirty illustrations. Another long series was +twenty-three illustrations to Pierce Egan's _Life_ in London. As also +twenty-seven etchings to Grimm's _Popular Stories_. These were followed +by numerous other lengthened series, such as _Mornings at Row Street, +Three Courses and a Dessert, Punch and Judy, Gil Blas, My Sketch Book, +Scott's Novels, Sketches by Boz, The Omnibus_, and very numerous others. +In all, he appears to have produced the illustrations for no fewer than +three hundred and twenty volumes, not to speak of an immense number of +isolated sketches of all sorts. + +In 1847 and 1848 there came from his pencil his first direct and +outspoken contribution to the cause of temperance in "The Bottle" and +the "Drunkard's Children," although in some of his earlier designs +he had satired the prevalent vice of drunkenness; he capped them all, +however, in the eight plates of "The Bottle," in which he depicts the +terrible downward march of degradation in the tragedy of an entire +family, from the easy temptation of "a little drop" to the final murder +of the wife. In "The Drunkard's Children," eight more plates, the +remorseless moral is continued, the son becomes a thief, and dies in the +hulks; the daughter, taking to the streets, ultimately throws herself +over Waterloo Bridge. The two works had a great success. Moreover, they +were dramatised in eight theatres at once, and were sold by tens of +thousands. Hitherto Cruikshank had not been a strict abstainer, but now +he became one with all the energy of his nature. + +In Cruikshank's later years he made a good many attempts at oil +painting, and exhibited quite a number of paintings at the Royal Academy +all with more or less success. But the larger and best known of these +is the "Worship of Bacchus;" it is a work of inexhaustible detail and +invention, and was received by the public with great favour; the size +is 7 feet 8 inches high by 13 feet 3 inches long, and it is now in the +National Gallery. + +However, to return to the affairs of the family. In time the brother +Isaac Robert having got married, the whole family removed to King +Street, Holborn. Soon afterwards the mother, George, and sister took a +house in Claremont Square, Pentonville, at that period partially in the +country. Later on, becoming married. George removed to Amwell Street, +where he remained for thirty years. He afterwards resided in several +suburban localities, but finally settled down at 263 Hampstead Road, +where he died on the 1st of February, 1878, and in the following +November his remains were finally deposited in the crypt of St. Paul's +Cathedral. + +In person Cruikshank was a broad-chested man, rather below the middle +height, with a high forehead, blue-grey eyes, a hook nose, and a pair of +strong whiskers. In his younger days he had been an adept at boxing and +all manly sports, as also an enthusiastic volunteer, ultimately becoming +lieutenant-colonel of the 48th Middlesex Volunteers. He preserved his +energy almost to the last day of his life. Even at eighty he was ready +to dance a hornpipe, or sing a song, "he was," says one who knew him +well, "a light hearted, merry, jolly old gentleman, full physically +of humorous action and impulsive gesture, but in every word and deed a +God-fearing, queen-honouring, truth-loving, honest man." + +The old school of caricaturists in which the names of Gilray, +Rowlandson, Woodward, and Bunbury are most prominent, was noted chiefly +for the broad, and in many cases, vulgar treatment of the subjects which +were dealt with. The later school of caricaturists, in their mode +of treating similar subjects, differed considerably from their +predecessors. The leading member of the new school was George +Cruikshank. He lived and worked during two generations, and may be +considered as the connecting link between the old school and the new. +At first Cruikshank to some extent followed Gilray and Rowlandson, but +gradually fell off from their style of art, and in its stead produced +work of a more serious and more artistic nature, which was the beginning +of a new era in the history of caricature. His illustrations to +innumerable works are of the highest order, and have made for him an +everlasting reputation. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44434.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44434.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..83d3146aad4a4d9b6513b9e3cfebffec390c5072 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44434.txt @@ -0,0 +1,311 @@ + + +THE BACHELOR'S OWN BOOK + +Being Twenty-Four Passages In The Life Of Mr. Lambkin, (Gent,) + +By George Cruikshank. + +Philadelphia: + +Carey & Hart, 126 Chesnut Street. + +1845. + + + + + +PLATE 1 + +Mr. Lambkin having come into his property, enters the world upon +the very best possible terms with himself, and makes his toilet to +admiration. + + + + + +PLATE 2 + +Mr. Lambkin sallies forth in all the pride of power, with the secret and +amiable intention of killing a certain Lady. Some envious rival makes +known this deadly purpose, by means of a placard. + + + + + +PLATE 3 + +Mr. Lambkin with a snug Bachelor's party, enjoying his wine after a most +luxurious "whitebait dinner," at Blackwall, and talking about his high +connexions. + + + + + +PLATE 4 + +Mr. Lambkin suddenly feels rather poorly, someting in the "whitebait +dinner," having disagreed with him; probably the "water souchy," or that +confounded melted butter, (could'nt possibly have been the wine.) His +friends endeavor to relieve him with little Drops of Brandy, and large +doses of Soda Water. + + + + + +PLATE 5 + +Mr. Lambkin, having _cut_ those Bachelor Parties, determines to seek +the refined pleasures of Ladies' society. He, with the lady of his +affections, joins a Pic-nic, endeavors to be exceedingly amusing, and +succeeds in making himself "Very ridiculous." + + + + + +PLATE 6 + +Mr. Lambkin, at an evening party, being full of Life and Spirits (or, +rather Wine,) gives great offence to the lady of his affections; by his +Philanderings, and completely ruins his fortunes by dancing the Polka +with such violence as to upset poor old John, the coffee, and indeed, +the whole party. + + + + + +PLATE 7 + +Mr. Lambkin, overwhelmed with shame and vexation, resorts to Kensington +Gardens in the hope of obtaining a meeting with the Lady of his +affections--He burns with Rage, Jealousy, and revenge, on seeing her +(in company with Miss Dash) holding sprightly converse with the Long +Cornet ------------ He feels himself literally _cut_. + + + + + +PLATE 8 + +After meditating desperate deeds of Duelling, Prussic Acid, Pistols, +and Plunges in the River, Mr. Lambkin cools down to a quiet supper, a +melancholy reverie, and a warm bath at the Hummums.--The morning sun +shines upon him at Epsom, where, with the assistance of his friends and +Champagne, he arrives at such a pitch of excitement, that he determines +to live and die a Bachelor. + + + + + +PLATE 9 + +Mr. Lambkin of course visits all the Theatres and all the Saloons; he +even makes his way to the Stage and the Green-room, and is so fortunate +as to be introduced to some highly talented members of the Corps de +Ballet. + + + + + +PLATE 10 + +Mr. Lambkin goes to a Masquerade as Don Giovanni, which character +he supports to perfection. He falls into the company of certain +Shepherdesses who shew the native simplicity of their Arcadian manners +by drinking porter out of quart pewter mugs. They are delighted with the +Don, who adds to the porter a quantity of Champagne, which they drink +with the same degree of easy elegance as they do the Beer. + + + + + +PLATE 11 + +Mr. Lambkin and his friends, after supper at "the rooms," indulge in +the usual nocturnal amusements of Gentlemen--the Police officiously +interfere with their pastime--Mr. Lambkin after evincing the noble +courage of a Lion, the strength of a Bull, the sagacity of a Fox, the +stubbornness of a Donkey, and the activity of a Mountain Cat, is at +length overcome by Policeman Smith, A. 1. + + + + + +PLATE 12 + +Mr. Lambkin and his friends cut a pretty figure in the morning before +the Magistrate--their conduct is described as violent and outrageous, +and their respectability is questioned--Mr. Lambkin and his friends +insist upon being Gentlemen, and are of course discharged upon payment +of 5s. each for being drunk--and making good the damage at the prices +usually charged to Gentlemen. + + + + + +PLATE 13 + +Mr. Lambkin makes some most delightful acquaintance.--'The Hon. +D. Swindelle and his delightful family, his Ma, such a delightful +lady!---and his Sisters, such delightful girls!!--Such delightful +musical parties,--such delightful soirees, and such delightful card +parties,--and what makes it all still more delightful is that they are +all so highly delighted with Mr. Lambkin. + + + + + + +PLATE 14 + +Mr. Lambkin in a moment of delightful delirium puts his name to some +little bits of paper to oblige his very delightful friend the Hon. +D. Swindelle, whom he afterwards discovers to be nothing more than a +rascally Blackleg,--He is invited to visit some Chambers in one of the +small Inns of Court, where he finds himself completely at the mercy +of Messrs. Ogre and Nippers, whose demands make an awful hole in his +Cheque-book. + + + + + +PLATE 15 + +Mr. Lambkin, finding that he has been variously and thoroughly befooled, +foolishly dashes into dissipation to drown his distressful thoughts--He +joins Jovial society and sings "The right end of Life is to live and be +jolly!" + + + + + +PLATE 16 + +Mr. Lambkins's habits grow worse and worse!--At 3 o'clock a. m. he is +placed upright (very jolly) against his own door, by a kind hearted +Cabman. + + + + + +PLATE 17 + +Mr. Lambkin finds that he has been going rather too _fast_ in the +Pursuit of Pleasure and Amusement, and like all other Lads of Spirit +when he can go no farther comes to a standstill.------ Being really very +ill he sends for his Medical Friend who feels his pulse, shakes his head +at his tongue, and of course prescribes the proper remedies. + + + + + +PLATE 18 + +Mr. Lambkin has to be nursed and to go through a regular course +of medicine, taking many a bitter pill and requiring all the sweet +persuasive powers of Mrs. Slops to take his "regular doses" of "that +horrid nasty stuff." + + + + + +PLATE 19 + +Mr. Lambkin being tired of the old-fashioned regular practice, and being +so fortunate as to live in the days when the real properties of +Water are discovered, places himself under a Disciple of the immortal +Priessnitz. + + + + + +PLATE 20 + +Mr. Lambkin buys a regular hard-trotter, and combines the +health-restoring exercise of Riding with the very great advantages +of Wet Swaddling clothes. + + + + + +PLATE 21 + +Mr. Lambkin's confidence in the curative powers of Hydropathy being +very much damped, and being himself quite soaked through, in fact almost +washed away, he takes to the good old-fashioned practice of walking +early in the morning, and drinking "New Milk from the Cow." + + + + + +PLATE 22 + +Mr. Lambkin being quite recovered, with the aid of new milk and Sea +Breezes, he determines to reform his habits, but feels buried alive in the +Grand Mausoleum Club; and, contemplating an old bachelor member who +sits pouring over the newspapers all day, he feels horrorstruck at the +probability of such va fate becoming his own, and determines to seek a +reconciliation with the Lady of his Affections. + + + + + +PLATE 23 + +Mr. Lambkin writes a letter of humiliation--The Lady answers--He +seeks an interview.--It is granted.--He "hopes she'll forgive him this +time"--The Lady appears resolute--He earnestly entreats her to "make it +up"--At length the Lady softens--She lays aside her "_cruel_" work--ah! +She weeps! Silly little thing what does she cry for?--Mr. Lambkin is +forgiven! He skips for joy! Pa and Ma give their consent. + + + + + +PLATE 24 + +And now let Mr. Lambkin speak for himself. + +"Ladies and Gentlemen, unaccustomed is I am... (Bravo)... return... +(Bravo) on the part of Miss... (oh! oh! ha! ha!) I beg pardon, I mean +Mrs. Lambkin (Bravo) and myself for the great... hum... ha... hum... +and kindness, (Bravo) In return hum... ha... pleasure to drink all your +healths (Bravo)--wishing you all the happiness this world can afford +(Bravo) I shall conclude in the words of our immortal bard--'may the +single be married and the (hear! hear! hear! Bravo) married happy.'" +Bravo! Bravo!! Bravo!!! + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Bachelor's Own Book, by George Cruikshank + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44466.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44466.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f8ee6a43eff2665241c8ebb66dad89b0c12791b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44466.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 44466-h.htm or 44466-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/44466/pg44466-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/44466/44466-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + https://archive.org/details/firstmancarrying00zahm + + + + + +THE FIRST MAN-CARRYING AEROPLANE CAPABLE OF SUSTAINED FREE FLIGHT: +LANGLEY'S SUCCESS AS A PIONEER IN AVIATION + +by + +A. F. ZAHM, Ph. D. + +From the Smithsonian Report for 1914, pages 217-222 +(WITH 8 PLATES) + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + +(Publication 2329) + +Washington +Government Printing Office +1915 + + + + +THE FIRST MAN-CARRYING AEROPLANE CAPABLE OF +SUSTAINED FREE FLIGHT--LANGLEY'S SUCCESS AS A +PIONEER IN AVIATION. + +By A. F. ZAHM, Ph. D. + +[With 8 plates.] + + +It is doubtful whether any person of the present generation will be able +to appraise correctly the contributions thus far made to the development +of the practical flying machine. The aeroplane as it stands to-day is +the creation not of any one man, but rather of three generations of men. +It was the invention of the nineteenth century; it will be the fruition, +if not the perfection, of the twentieth century. During the long decades +succeeding the time of Sir George Cayley, builder of aerial gliders and +sagacious exponent of the laws of flight, continuous progress has been +made in every department of theoretical and practical aviation--progress +in accumulating the data of aeromechanics, in discovering the principles +of this science, in improving the instruments of aerotechnic research, +in devising the organs and perfecting the structural details of the +present-day dynamic flying machine. From time to time numerous aerial +craftsmen have flourished in the world's eye, only to pass presently +into comparative obscurity, while others too neglected or too poorly +appreciated in their own day subsequently have risen to high estimation +and permanent honor in the minds of men. + +Something of this latter fortune was fated to the late Secretary of the +Smithsonian Institution. For a decade and a half Dr. Langley had toiled +unremittingly to build up the basic science of mechanical flight, and +finally to apply it to practical use. He had made numerous model +aeroplanes propelled by various agencies--by India rubber, by steam, by +gasoline--all operative and inherently stable. Then with great +confidence he had constructed for the War Department a man flier which +was the duplicate, on a fourfold scale, of his successful gasoline +model. But on that luckless day in December, 1903, when he expected to +inaugurate the era of substantial aviation, an untoward accident to his +launching gear badly crippled his carefully and adequately designed +machine. The aeroplane was repaired, but not again tested until the +spring of 1914--seven years after Langley's death. + +Such an accident, occurring now, would be regarded as a passing mishap; +but at that time it seemed to most people to demonstrate the futility of +all aviation experiments. The press overwhelmed the inventor with +ridicule; the great scientist himself referred to the accident as having +frustrated the best work of his life. Although he felt confident of the +final success of his experiments, further financial support was not +granted and he was forced to suspend operations. Scarcely could he +anticipate that a decade later, in a far away little hamlet, workmen who +had never known him would with keenest enthusiasm rehabilitate that same +tandem monoplane, and launch it again and again in successful flight, +and that afterwards in the National Capital it should be assigned the +place of honor among the pioneer vehicles of the air. + +When in March, 1914, Mr. Glenn H. Curtiss was invited to send a flying +boat to Washington to participate in celebrating "Langley Day,"[1] he +replied, "I would like to put the Langley aeroplane itself in the air." +Learning of this remark Secretary Walcott, of the Smithsonian +Institution, soon authorized Mr. Curtiss to recanvas the original +Langley aeroplane and launch it either under its own propulsive power or +with a more recent engine and propeller. Early in April, therefore, the +machine was taken from the Langley Laboratory and shipped in a box car +to the Curtiss Aviation Field, beside Lake Keuka, Hammondsport, N. Y. In +the following month it was ready for its first trial since the +unfortunate accident of 1903. + + [1] May 6, the anniversary of the famous flight of Langley's steam + model aeroplane in 1896, is known in Washington as "Langley Day," and + has been celebrated with aerial maneuvers over land and water. + +The main objects of these renewed trials were, first, to show whether +the original Langley machine was capable of sustained free flight with a +pilot, and, secondly, to determine more fully the advantages of the +tandem type of aeroplane. The work seemed a proper part of the general +program of experiments planned for the recently reopened Langley +Aerodynamical Laboratory. It was, indeed, for just such experimentation +that the aeroplane had been given to the Smithsonian Institution by the +War Department, at whose expense it had been developed and brought to +completion prior to 1903. After some successful flights at Hammondsport +the famous craft could, at the discretion of the Smithsonian +Institution, either be preserved for exhibition or used for further +scientific study. To achieve the two main objects above mentioned, the +aeroplane would first be flown as nearly as possible in its original +condition, then with such modifications as might seem desirable for +technical or other reasons. + +Various ways of launching were considered. In 1903 the Langley aeroplane +was launched from the top of a houseboat. A car supporting it and drawn +by lengthy spiral springs ran swiftly along a track, then suddenly +dropped away, leaving the craft afloat in midair with its propellers +whirring and its pilot supplementing, with manual control, if need be, +the automatic stability of the machine. This method of launching, as +shown by subsequent experimentalists, is a practical one and was +favorably entertained by Mr. Curtiss. He also thought of starting from +the ground with wheels, from the ice with skates, from the water with +floats. Having at hand neither a first rate smooth field nor a sheet of +ice, he chose to start from the water. + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 1. + +LANGLEY AEROPLANE (BUILT 1898-1903) READY FOR LAUNCHING AT HAMMONDSPORT, +N. Y., MAY 28, 1914.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 2. + +LANGLEY AEROPLANE JUST RISING FROM WATER, JUNE 2, 1914, PILOTED BY +CURTISS.] + +[Illustration: FLIGHT OF LANGLEY AEROPLANE WITH ITS OWN POWER PLANT OVER +LAKE KEUKA, JUNE 2, 1914, PILOTED BY CURTISS.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 3. + +CURTISS 80-HORSEPOWER MOTOR AND TRACTOR SCREW MOUNTED ON LANGLEY +AEROPLANE.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 4. + +ELWOOD DOHERTY CLEARING THE WATER SEPTEMBER 17, 1914, IN THE LANGLEY +AEROPLANE DRIVEN BY A CURTISS 80-HORSEPOWER MOTOR AND TRACTOR SCREW.] + +In the accompanying illustrations, plates 1 and 2 show the appearance of +the Langley flying machine after Mr. Curtiss had provided it with +hydroaeroplane floats and their connecting truss work. The steel main +frame, the wings, the rudders, the engine and propellers all were +substantially as they had been in 1903. The pilot had the same seat +under the main frame, and the same general system of control as in 1903. +He could raise or lower the craft by moving the big rear rudder up and +down; he could steer right and left by turning the vertical rudder. He +had no ailerons nor wing-warping mechanism, but for lateral balance +depended upon the dihedral angle of the wings and upon suitable +movements of his weight or of the vertical rudder. And here it may be +noted that Langley had placed the vertical steering rudder under and to +the rear of the center of gravity. So placed, it served as a fairly good +aileron by exerting a turning movement about the longitudinal axis of +the machine. + +After the adjustments for actual flight had been made in the Curtiss +factory, according to the minute descriptions contained in the Langley +Memoir on Mechanical Flight, the aeroplane was taken to the shore of +Lake Keuka, beside the Curtiss hangars, and assembled for launching. On +a clear morning (May 28), and in a mild breeze, the craft was lifted +onto the water by a dozen men and set going, with Mr. Curtiss at the +steering wheel, ensconced in the little boat-shaped car under the +forward part of the frame. Many eager witnesses and camera men were at +hand, on shore and in boats. The four-winged craft, pointed somewhat +across the wind, went skimming over the wavelets, then automatically +headed into the wind, rose in level poise, soared gracefully for 150 +feet, and landed softly on the water near the shore. Mr. Curtiss +asserted that he could have flown farther, but, being unused to the +machine, imagined the left wings had more resistance than the right. The +truth is that the aeroplane was perfectly balanced in wing resistance, +but turned on the water like a weather vane owing to the lateral +pressure on its big rear rudder. Hence in future experiments this rudder +was made turnable about a vertical axis, as well as about the horizontal +axis used by Langley. Henceforth the little vertical rudder under the +frame was kept fixed and inactive. + +After a few more flights with the Langley aeroplane, kept as nearly as +possible in its original condition, its engine and twin propellers were +replaced by a Curtiss 80-horse motor and direct-connected tractor +propeller mounted on the steel frame, well forward, as shown in the +photographs. It was hoped in this way to spare the original engine and +propeller bearings, which were none too strong for the unusual burden +added by the floats. In 1903 the total weight of pilot and machine had +been 830 pounds; with the floats lately added it was 1,170 pounds; with +the Curtiss motor and all ready for flight it was 1,520 pounds. But +notwithstanding these surplus additions of 40 per cent and 85 per cent +above the original weight of the craft, the delicate wing spars and ribs +were not broken, nor was any part of the machine excessively +overstrained. + +Owing to the pressure of other work at the factory, the aeroplane +equipped with the Curtiss motor was not ready for further flights till +September. In the absence of Mr. Curtiss, who had gone to California in +August, a pupil of his aviation school, Mr. Elwood Doherty, volunteered +to act as pilot. + +During some trials for adjusting the aeroplane controls and the center +of gravity, Mr. Doherty, on the afternoon of September 17, planed easily +over the water, rose on level wing, and flew about 450 feet, at an +elevation of 2 or 3 yards, as shown by the accompanying photographs of +that date. Presently two other like flights were made. Mr. Doherty found +that with the forewings at 10° incidence, the rear ones at 12°, and the +pilot's seat on the main frame about midway between the wings, the flier +responded nicely to the movements of the pilot wheel. A slight turn of +the wheel steered the craft easily to right or left, a slight pull or +push raised or lowered it. The big double tail, or rudder, which +responded to these movements, was the only steering or control surface +used. The breaking of the 8-foot tractor screw terminated these trials +for the day. The waves indicate the strength of the wind during the +flights. + +On September 19, using a 9-foot screw, Mr. Doherty began to make longer +flights. A pleasant off-shore breeze rippled the water, but without +raising whitecaps. A dozen workmen, lifting the great tandem monoplane +from the shore, with the pilot in his seat, waded into the lake and set +it gently on the water. A crowd of witnesses near at hand, and many +scattered about the shores, and on the lofty vine-clad hills, stood +watching expectantly. When some of the official observers and +photographers, in a motor boat, were well out in the lake, a man in +high-top boots, standing in the water, started the propeller, and +stepped quickly out of the way. Then with its great yellow wings +beautifully arched and distended, the imposing craft ran swiftly out +from the shore, gleaming brilliantly in the afternoon sun. At first the +floats and lower edges of the rudders broke the water to a white surge, +then as the speed increased they rose more and more from the surface. +Presently the rear floats and the rudders cleared the water, the front +floats still skipping on their heels, white with foam. The whole craft +was now in soaring poise. It quickly approached the photographers, +bearing on its back the alert pilot, who seemed to be scrutinizing every +part of it and well satisfied to let it race. Then it rose majestically +and sailed on even wing 1,000 feet; sank softly, skimmed the water, and +soared another 1,000 feet; grazed the water again, rose and sailed 3,000 +feet; turned on the water and came back in the same manner; and, as it +passed the photographers, soared again nearly half a mile. The flights +were repeated a few minutes later, then, owing to squally weather, were +discontinued for 11 days. + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 5. + +FLIGHT OF LANGLEY AEROPLANE ABOVE LAKE KEUKA SEPTEMBER 17, 1914, PILOTED +BY E. DOHERTY AND DRIVEN BY A CURTISS MOTOR AND TRACTOR SCREW.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 6. + +LANGLEY AEROPLANE IN FLIGHT SEPTEMBER 19, 1914; CLIMBING.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 7. + +LANGLEY AEROPLANE IN FLIGHT OCTOBER 1, 1914; NATURAL POISE.] + +[Illustration: Smithsonian Report, 1914.--Zahm. + +PLATE 8. + +LANGLEY AEROPLANE IN FLIGHT OCTOBER 1, 1914. HAMMONDSPORT, N. Y., IN +BACKGROUND.] + +On October 1, 1914, the aeroplane was launched at 11 a. m. in an +off-shore breeze strong enough to raise whitecaps. Hovering within 30 +feet of the water, and without material loss of speed, it made in quick +succession flights of the following duration, as observed by four of us +in a motor boat and timed by myself: 20 seconds, 20 seconds, 65 seconds, +20 seconds, 40 seconds, 45 seconds. As the speed through air averaged +about 50 feet per second, the through air lengths of these flights were, +respectively, 1,000 feet, 1,000 feet, 3,250 feet, 1,000 feet, 2,000 +feet, 2,250 feet. As the aeroplane was now well out from shore among the +heavy billows and white caps, Mr. Doherty landed it upon the water and +turned it half about for the homeward flight. Thereupon the propeller +tips struck the waves and were broken off, one casting a splinter +through the center of the left wing. The pilot stopped the engine, +rested in his seat, and was towed home by our motor boat. The flights +were witnessed and have been attested by many competent observers. + +As to the performance of the aeroplane during these trials, the pilot, +Mr. E. Doherty, reports, and we observed, that the inherent lateral +stability was excellent, the fore-and-aft control was satisfactory, and +the movement of the craft both on the water and in the air was steady +and suitable for practical flying in such weather. Apparently the +machine could have flown much higher, and thus avoided touching the +water during the lulls in the breeze; but higher flying did not seem +advisable with the frail trussing of wings designed to carry 830 pounds +instead of the 1,520 pounds actual weight. + +At the present writing the Langley aeroplane is in perfect condition and +ready for any further tests that may be deemed useful. But it has +already fulfilled the purpose for which it was designed. It has +demonstrated that, with its original structure and power, it is capable +of flying with a pilot and several hundred pounds of useful load. It is +the first aeroplane in the history of the world of which this can be +truthfully said. + +If the experiments be continued under more painstaking technical +direction, longer flights can easily be accomplished. Mr. Manly, who +designed the Langley engine and screws and who directed the +construction and tests of the large aeroplane up to December 8, 1903, +reports that he obtained from the propulsion plant a static thrust of +450 pounds, and that he once ran the engine under full load for 10 hours +consecutively. This thrust is nearly 100 pounds more than that commonly +obtained at Hammondsport with the same plant, and 20 pounds more than +the static thrust obtained with the Curtiss motor on the day when it +flew the aeroplane with 1,520 pounds aggregate weight. Hence, by +restoring the engine and propellers to their original normal working +condition they should be able to drive the aeroplane in successful +flight with an aggregate weight of nearly 1,600 pounds, even when +hampered with the floats and their sustaining truss work. With a thrust +of 450 pounds, the Langley aeroplane, without floats, restored to its +original condition and provided with stronger bearings, should be able +to carry a man and sufficient supplies for a voyage lasting practically +the whole day. + +Dr. Langley's aerotechnic work may be briefly summarized as follows: + +1. His aerodynamic experiments, some published and some as yet +unpublished, were complete enough to form a basis for practical pioneer +aviation. + +2. He built and launched, in 1896, the first steam model aeroplane +capable of prolonged free flight, and possessing good inherent +stability. + +3. He built the first internal-combustion motor suitable for a practical +man-carrying aeroplane. + +4. He developed and successfully launched the first gasoline model +aeroplane capable of sustained free flight. + +5. He developed and built the first man-carrying aeroplane capable of +sustained free flight. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +This e-text follows the text of the original publication. Some minor +punctuation inconsistencies have been regularised. + +Small-capitals in the original publication have been changed to +CAPITALS. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44516.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44516.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..29e8b634e4a7201be433a63bc116d09a664ea982 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44516.txt @@ -0,0 +1,428 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1864 John Smith and Co. edition by David Price, +email ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to the Royal Borough of Kensington +and Chelsea Libraries for allowing their copy to be used for this +transcription. + + + + + + REPORT ON THE PLANS + OF THE VARIOUS + RAILWAYS + BEFORE THE + Examiners of the House of Commons, + 1864, + SO FAR AS RELATES TO THE + PARISH OF KENSINGTON, + + + BY + + JAMES BROADBRIDGE, + + _SURVEYOR_. + + * * * * * + + PRINTED BY ORDER OF THE VESTRY. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + JOHN SMITH AND CO., Printers, Long Acre, London, W.C. + + * * * * * + + VESTRY HALL, + _January_, 1864. + + + + +TO THE VESTRY OF KENSINGTON. + + +Gentlemen, + +I have the honor to lay before you a Report on the various Railway +Schemes and New Roads, for which it is proposed to apply for Acts at the +next Meeting of Parliament. + +Viz.:— + + Kew, Turnham Green, and Hammersmith Railway. + + Hammersmith and City Railway Extensions. + + Great Northern and Victoria Station Railway. + + London and South Western Railway Company. + + Hammersmith and Wimbledon Railway. + + Metropolitan Railway—Notting Hill and Brompton Extension. + + Metropolitan District Railways. + + Charing Cross Western Railway. + + + +NEW ROAD. + + +“South Kensington New Road from Cadogan Place to South Kensington.” + + + +_Kew_, _Turnham Green_, _and Hammersmith Railway_. + + +A railway from Kew Bridge to a junction with the West London Railway at +Shepherd’s Bush. + +Five chains only in the Parish of Kensington. + + + +_Hammersmith and City Railway Extensions_. + + +A railway from Richmond, Mortlake, Chiswick, Turnham Green, Hammersmith, +to a junction with the West London Railway at Kensington Station. + +Three chains within the Parish of Kensington. + + + +_Great Northern_, _and Victoria Station_, _Railway_. + + +A railway commencing at a junction with the Great Northern Railway at +East Barnet, and continuing through Friern Barnet, Totteridge, Finchley, +Hendon, Willesden, Hammersmith, terminating at the West London Extension +Railway, at or near the Kensington Passenger Station. + +One furlong in the Parish of Kensington. + + + +_London and South Western Railway Company_. + + +A railway to connect Richmond, Mortlake, Kew, Chiswick, Turnham Green, +and Hammersmith, with the West London Railway at the Kensington Station. + +Ten chains within the Parish of Kensington. + + + +_Hammersmith and Wimbledon Railway_. + + +A railway to connect Wimbledon, Merton, Putney, Barnes, Hammersmith, and +Kensington with the Hammersmith and City Railway. + +This railway will enter the parish of Kensington on the western side of +Bramley Road, and proceed on the north side of Lancaster Road by a +viaduct or embankment, by the side of and parallel to the Hammersmith and +City Railway, will cross the Bramley, Silchester, and Walmer Roads with +arches respectively of 16, 18, and 20 feet high. + + + +_Metropolitan Railway—Notting Hill and Brompton Extension_. + + +A railway to commence at a junction with the Metropolitan Railway at +Conduit Street East, in the Parish of Paddington, entering this parish at +the south-east side of Pembridge Square, continuing by the south-east +corner of Pembridge Gardens, under Uxbridge Road, Uxbridge Street, and +taking the piece of ground enclosed by the western side of St. James’s +Street and eastern side of New Street, crossing Kensington Place and Edge +Terrace, passing thence on the western side of Church Lane, continuing +from Peel Street, Campden Street, Bedford Place to Sheffield Terrace, by +tunnel, and from thence to Gloucester Terrace, by open cutting and by +tunnel to Pitt Street, proceeding southward through Vicarage Street, +Upper Holland Street, across Hornton Mews, about 70 feet west of the +Vestry Hall, crossing High Street east of Wright’s Lane, South End Row, +Kelso Place, Merton Road, Stanford Road, the Broadwood Estate, crossing +Gloucester Road by Cromwell Road, and enclosing within the line of +deviation all the land southward to Lover’s Walk, and Harrington Road at +its junction with Prince Albert Road, Cromwell Lane, north end of Bute +Street, to its termination, Alfred Place West. + +Within the line of deviation is included the north side of Pelham Road, +the west side of Thurloe Square, from Pelham Road to Alfred Place West. +In connection with this scheme it is proposed to form a new road +southward from the Exhibition Road to Alfred Place West. + + + +_Metropolitan District Railways_. + + +Railways to complete an inner circle of railways within London, north of +the Thames. + +Railways to form an outer circle round the Metropolis, north and south of +the Thames, connected with existing railways. + +This Railway is represented by several Lines, connected with each other, +within this parish, and are principally to be open cuttings, but having +two tunnels on the west side of Church Street, one of 210 yards, and one +other of 175 yards. + +Main outer circle, commencing by a junction with the London, Chatham, and +Dover Railway, at the Wandsworth Road Station, and terminating at or near +the Gloucester Road. + +This portion of the line enters the Parish from St. Luke’s Parish, +Chelsea; at the Fulham Road, west of Selwood Lane, thence across the Old +Brompton Road, through Gloucester Groves east and west, Harrington Road, +to the west side of Gloucester Road. + +The rail to be laid about 18 feet below surface of existing road, present +levels of road not to be interfered with. + + + +Line No. 5 on plan. + + +A branch from the above rail by junction in Selwood Lane, crossing the +Old Brompton Road, continuing eastward through the north end of Bute +Street, south of Cromwell Lane; recrossing Old Brompton Road to a +terminus between Pelham Road and Alfred Place West. Within the line of +limitation is included the north side of Pelham Road, the south-west side +of Thurloe Square, south side of Alfred Place West. Rail to be laid +about 21 feet below surface of existing roads. Surface levels of roads +unaltered. + +It is proposed to form a New Road from Alfred Place West, northward, to +the Exhibition Road. + + + +Line No. 6a on plan. + + +A line connecting Railway No. 1 with Railway No. 5, by a junction at the +north end of Bute Street, and proceeding westward to the rail on the west +side of Gloucester Road. + + + +Line No. 6 on plan. + + +A line commencing in Gloucester Road and proceeding northward through the +Broadwood Estate, south end of Stanford Road, including the whole of +Merton Road, through playground of Kensington Grammar School, High +Street, Kensington, west of the Vestry Hall, Hornton Mews, ground at the +rear of Hornton Street, Holland Street, west side of Vicarage Street, +Pitt Street, Gordon Place, Campden Grove, Gloucester Terraces the grounds +of Campden House, across Sheffield Terrace and Bedford Place, Campden +Street, Peel Street, Edge Terrace, Kensington Place, enclosing from the +east side of New Street to the west side of St. James’s Street. + +Rail in no case less than 16′:9″ below surface of road, present level of +roads unaltered. + + + +Line No. 7 on plan. + + +A Line commencing with junction from Line No. 6, by the Merton Road, and +proceeding westward, fronting on Earl’s Court Gardens, across Earl’s +Court Road, Warwick Road, to a junction with the West London Railway, +south of the Richmond Road. + +Top of rail in no case less than 15′:9″ below surface of road, levels of +existing roads unaltered. + + + +Line No. 8 on plan. + + +Commencing at junction with Line No. 7, on the east side of Warwick Road, +and running westward into the West London Railway. + +Level of Warwick Road unaltered. + + + +Line No. 9 on plan. + + +Commencing on the west side of Gloucester Road, north of Redfield Lane, +and joining Line No. 7, by Redfield Lane. + + + +Line No. 10 on plan. + + +Commencing at the termination of Line No. 6, on the south side of +Uxbridge Street, crossing the High Street, Notting Hill, traversing the +south portion of Pembridge Gardens to the east side of Pembridge +Crescent, Pembridge Villas, Ledbury Road, to the Parish Boundary north of +Lonsdale Road to the Great Western Railway, and thence to Hackney Wick. + +Top of rail in no case less than 15′:4″ below surface of road, levels of +the various roads unaltered. + + + +Line No. 11 on plan. + + +Commencing at a junction with the Hammersmith, Paddington, and City +Junction Railway, on the north side of Lancaster Road, by Ladbroke Road, +continuing eastward north of Lancaster Road, across Portobello Lane, to +the Great Western Railway, leaving this Parish at St. Luke’s Road. + +This Line will be carried over Portobello Lane by an arch 15 feet high, +span 25 feet. + + + +Line No. 12 on plan. + + +A Line commencing and continuing on the north side of the Great Western +Railway, on the east side of Kensal Green Lane. + + + +_Charing Cross Western Railway_. + + +Construction of railways from the Charing Cross Railway at Lambeth, to +the West London Extension Railway at Kensington and to Hammersmith. + +Entering this Parish at the Fulham Road by Marlborough Road, proceeding +along Pelham Road, taking the buildings on the north side, crossing Old +Brompton Road, Cromwell Lane, by the north end of Bute Street, Prince +Albert Road, south side of Cromwell Road across Gloucester Road, +north-east end of Earl’s Court Gardens, South Row, North Row, Earl’s +Court Road, land between Earl’s Court Road, and a new private road on +Lord Kensington’s estate in continuation of the Warwick Road, Alma Road, +to west London Extension Railway, thence into the parish of Fulham, +returning into the Parish boundary opposite Portland Place, Kensington +Road. + +The rail in no case to be less than 17 feet below surface, and the +various roads intersected to remain at their present levels, excepting +Warwick Road (private), which is to be raised 10 feet. + + + +Railway No. 3 on plan. + + +A Line in connection with Line No. 1, commencing on the south side of the +Alma Road, crossing the West London Extension Railway into the Parish of +Fulham. + + * * * * * + +NOTE.—The Metropolitan Railway, the Metropolitan District Railways, and +the Charing Cross Western Railway are to be executed principally as open +cuttings, in many cases bisecting roads, or traversing them, but in most +cases interfering with the sewers. + + + +_Metropolitan Grand Union Railway_. + + +Railway No. 1 on plan. + + +A railway commencing by a junction with the West London Railway in the +Parish of St. Mary Abbotts, Kensington, and terminating by a junction +with the London and Blackwall Railway. + +Commencing in this Parish on the West London Railway, north of the +Kensington Station, and diverges southward into the Parish of +Hammersmith, passing through the Hammersmith Road at the rear of Portland +Place, returning into this Parish by Shaftesbury Terrace, Warwick Road, +through Land to Earl’s Court Road, Land at the rear of St. Philip’s +Church, Wright’s Lane, south of Redfield Lane, to Gloucester Road, along +by Gloucester Grove at the north of Old Brompton Road, through Bute +Street, Old Brompton Road, Pelham Road, Fulham Road, into the Parish of +Chelsea by Marlborough Road. + +This Line is proposed to be executed as an open cutting, varying in depth +from 21 to 30 feet, with 218 yards of tunnel 18 feet 6 inches high, +between Earl’s Court and Wright’s Lane, and tunnel again 22 feet 6 inches +high from Old Brompton Road, along Pelham road to Fulham Road, levels of +roads unaltered, interruption of sewers to be provided for. + + +Railway No. 3 on plan. + + +Commences by a junction with Line No. 1, in Pelham Street, and proceeds +northerly through Alfred Place, West, Old Brompton Road, by Thurlow +Place, Cromwell Road, and traversing Exhibition Road, and thence to a +junction with the Metropolitan Railway, Paddington. + +This portion of railway is proposed to be executed as a tunnel. + +Road levels unaltered; interruption of sewer to be provided for. + + + +_South Kensington_, _New Road_, _Road from Cadogan Place to South +Kensington_. + + +For making a street or road commencing in the Parish of St. Luke’s, +Chelsea, at the West End of Pont Street, crossing Cadogan Place and +Sloane Street, through Land between Hans Place and the Pavilion, to and +through Walton Street into the Parish of Kensington, at the south end of +Ovington Square, through Yeoman’s Row, Michael’s Grove, Michael’s Place, +York Cottages, into Brompton Road, opposite Kensington Museum. + +The Plan shews a new road of a length in this Parish of 1,360 feet, being +from Brompton Road to the Parish Boundary by Ovington Square, of an +average width of 100 feet; the road to be finished at the levels of the +existing roads, excepting at the junction of Michael’s Grove with +Brompton Crescent, where it is proposed to raise the road 2′3″. + +Powers are sought to purchase in this Parish the Premises comprising +Thurloe Place, York Cottages, northern side of North Terrace, Michael’s +Place to Michael’s Grove, east end of Brompton Crescent, Michael’s Grove, +Yeoman’s Row, south end of Ovington Square, and Grove Place. + + * * * * * + +The several railways herein described as passing into or through this +Parish more or less interfere with or remove property now rated. I +submit it will be for the Vestry to consider whether the facilities of +railway communication will counterbalance the present loss upon the rates +that may be sustained. Also, to consider whether all the projected +schemes, or any one of them, would form a check to, or encourage the +large building operations now progressing, or contemplated: under any +circumstances, it will be necessary for the Vestry to take such steps for +the proper protection of such roads and sewers as are proposed to be +interfered with by the projected lines. + + I remain, Gentlemen, + Your obedient Servant, + JAMES BROADBRIDGE. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44539.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44539.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ae3ebc865002e75c41a65f83d47a54a3f90f9181 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44539.txt @@ -0,0 +1,767 @@ + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 2, 1867. + +GLADIATORS PREPARING FOR THE ARENA. + +The Conservative Reform Bill was to be the principal measure of the +approaching Session, and as the question had proved a fatal one to the +Whig Administration in the preceding year there was every prospect of a +keenly contested struggle.--1867. + +No. 30. _Frontispiece._] + + + + + THE RT. HON. + JOHN BRIGHT + M.P. + + [Illustration] + + Cartoons from the Collection of + “MR. PUNCH.” + + PUNCH OFFICE, 85, FLEET STREET, LONDON. + 1878. + + + + + LONDON: + BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS. + + + + +The Rt. Hon. John Bright, M.P. + + +Son of Jacob Bright, of Greenbank, Rochdale, Lancashire; born in 1811; +one of the firm of John Bright and Brothers, cotton spinners and +manufacturers, Rochdale; a member of the Society of Friends; joined the +Anti-Corn-Law League soon after its formation in 1838, and, with Mr. +Cobden, became one of its leading members, and the powerful champion +of Free Trade; returned to Parliament for the city of Durham in 1843, +and continued to sit as its representative till 1847, when he was +elected for Manchester; opposed the war with Russia, 1854; rejected at +Manchester at the General Election in 1857, consequent on the defeat +of Lord Palmerston’s Government on the China question; returned for +Birmingham the same year, and is still member for that constituency; +the great advocate of Free Trade, Financial Reform, a wide extension of +the Suffrage, a redistribution of Seats and the Ballot, of the cause of +Ireland and India, of National Education, and of Peace; in the American +Civil War took the Anti-Slavery side, and was the staunch supporter of +the Northern States; visited Ireland in 1866; accepted a post in Mr. +Gladstone’s Cabinet in 1868 as President of the Board of Trade--the +state of his health prevented him from undertaking the duties of the +India Office--when he was nominated a Privy Councillor; resigned office +at the end of 1870; on his health becoming more satisfactory, he +returned to the Gladstone Cabinet in 1873, as Chancellor of the Duchy +of Lancaster, but retired with his colleagues at the beginning of the +following year. + +Mr. Bright is one of the most eloquent and effective orators of his +time, and his speeches were collected and published in 1868; the policy +which he has for so many years advocated has in most points been in the +end accepted by the nation. + + + + +A LIST OF THE CARTOONS. + + + YEAR. NO. + + _Acrobats at Westminster_ _Title_ + + 1846. _The Seven-League Boots_ 1 + + 1849. _A Bright Idea_ 2 + + 1852. “_Not Quite such a Fine Child as the Last!_” 3 + + ” _Eating the Leek_ 4 + + 1854. _Pet of the Manchester School_ 5 + + 1855. _The New Coalition_ 6 + + 1857. _Recoil of the great Chinese Gun-Trick_ 7 + + 1858. _Orestes pursued by the Furies_ 8 + + ” “_It will soon Boil!_” 9 + + ” _Mr. Bright offers to give Satisfaction to the Liberal + Party_ 10 + + 1859. _A Very Greasy Pole_ 11 + + ” _The Quaker and the Bauble_ 12 + + ” _Who will Rouse Him?_ 13 + + ” _The Real Ugly Rush_ 14 + + 1860. _The Reform Janus_ 15 + + ” _Bright the Peace-Maker_ 16 + + ” _Dissent in Earnest_ 17 + + 1863. _Cobden’s Logic_ 18 + + 1865. _Dr. Bright and his Patient_ 19 + + ” _The Political “Wall-Flower”_ 20 + + 1865. _John Slow and John Fast_ 21 + + ” _Scene from St. Stephen’s Pantomime_ 22 + + 1866. _The Officious Passenger_ 23 + + ” _Going Down to the House_ 24 + + ” _The Brummagem Frankenstein_ 25 + + ” _The Popular Poll-Parrot_ 26 + + ” _Dr. Dulcamara in Dublin_ 27 + + ” _The Festive Season_ 28 + + 1867. _Rival Sweepers_ 29 + + ” _Gladiators Preparing for the Arena_ (_Frontispiece_) 30 + + 1868. _Dr. Bull’s Waiting-Room_ 31 + + ” _Athletics at Westminster_ 32 + + ” _A Dress Rehearsal_ 33 + + ” _A “Friend” at Court_ 34 + + 1869. “_Rejected!_” 35 + + ” _Forgetting his Place_ 36 + + 1870. _John Bright’s New Reform Bill--“Reform Yourselves”_ 37 + + ” _The Bill of Fare_ 38 + + 1872. “_Off Greenwich_” 39 + + 1873. _A Friend in Need_ 40 + + 1875. _The New Shepherd_ 41 + + + + + THE RT. HON. + JOHN BRIGHT, + M.P. + + CARTOONS FROM “PUNCH.” + 1846-1875. + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--MARCH 7, 1846. + +THE SEVEN-LEAGUE BOOTS; + +OR, DEATH OF GIANT MONOPOLY. + +The labours of Messrs. Cobden and Bright procured the recognition of +Free Trade principles, and, with Sir Robert Peel, extorted from a +reluctant Parliament the repeal of the Corn Laws.--1846. + +No. 1.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--NOVEMBER 17, 1849. + +A _BRIGHT_ IDEA. + +THE PEACE RECRUITING SERGEANT TRYING TO ENLIST THE DUKE. + +Mr. Bright’s peace principles were embodied in the plan proposed this +year to settle all international differences by arbitration. The scheme +was not viewed with much favour.--1849. + +No. 2.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 21, 1852. + +“NOT QUITE SUCH A FINE CHILD AS THE LAST!” + +Lord John Russell’s second Reform Bill was coldly received by Mr. +Bright and other ardent reformers. The Ministry fell shortly after its +introduction, and the measure was never discussed.--1852. + +No. 3.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--NOVEMBER 13, 1852. + +EATING THE LEEK. + + FLUELLEN ... MR. COBDEN. PISTOL ... MR. DISRAELI. + +FLUELLEN. “_I pray you fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a +leek._”-HEN. V. + +The Derby Ministry declared their adherence to the Free-trade Policy of +Messrs. Cobden and Bright, which they had formerly resisted.--1852. + +No. 4.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--APRIL 18, 1854. + +PET OF THE MANCHESTER SCHOOL. + +“_He shall have a little Turk to pull to pieces--that he shall._” + +Messrs. Bright and Cobden incurred much odium by their persistent +opposition to the Anti-Russian feeling of the nation at the outbreak of +the Crimean war.--1854. + +No. 5.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--OCTOBER 27, 1855. + +THE NEW COALITION. + +Messrs. Bright, Gladstone, and Disraeli were, at this time (though for +different reasons) in accord in their opposition to Lord Palmerston’s +Government.--1855. + +No. 6.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--APRIL 11, 1857. + +RECOIL OF THE GREAT CHINESE GUN-TRICK. + +Mr. Bright was rejected at Manchester on Lord Palmerston’s appeal +to the country after his defeat by Mr. Cobden on the China +Question. He was shortly afterwards returned for Birmingham without +opposition.--1857. + +No. 7.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JUNE 19, 1858. + +ORESTES PURSUED BY THE FURIES. + +Mr. Bright and Mr. Roebuck supported the Conservative Ministry, then +threatened by a vote of censure, mainly to prevent Lord Palmerston’s +return to office.--1858. + +No. 8.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--NOVEMBER 6, 1858. + +“IT WILL SOON BOIL!” + +The constituencies at this time were apathetic on the Reform Question. +Mr. Bright had been addressing numerous Meetings to elicit popular +support.--1858. + +No. 9.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 18, 1858. + +MR. BRIGHT OFFERS TO GIVE SATISFACTION TO THE LIBERAL PARTY. + +Mr. Bright rejected the timid Reform proposals of the Whigs, and +demanded the widest extension of the franchise.--1858. + +No. 10.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JANUARY 29, 1859. + +A VERY GREASY POLE. + +Mr. Bright had been addressing large Meetings in the manufacturing +districts to agitate for an extension of the franchise to all rated +householders.--1859. + +No. 11.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON--FEBRUARY 5, 1859. + +THE QUAKER AND THE BAUBLE. + +“_It is the Land which the territorial party represents in Parliament. +* * * That is the theory of the Constitution_: BLACKSTONE _says so. But +it is a thing which is not likely to be respected much longer, and it +mus’ go, even if involving the destruction of the Constitution._”--MR. +BRIGHT, in his Penny Organ. + +The “Morning Star”--a journal founded to advocate the views of Mr. +Bright--met with little support. After an uncertain existence of some +years, it was discontinued.--1859. + +No. 12.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--MARCH 12, 1859. + +WHO WILL ROUSE HIM? + +Mr. Bright’s pertinacious demand for a Reform Bill, and the endeavours +of both political parties to settle the question, failed to awaken the +indifference of the constituencies.--1859. + +No. 13.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--APRIL 30, 1859. + +THE REAL UGLY RUSH. + +“_He feared there would be an ugly rush some of these days._”--MR. +HENLEY on the Reform Bill. + +The Reform Question had become for both parties a battle ground for the +possession of the Treasury bench. It proved fatal to the Derby Ministry +in the preceding month.--1859. + +No. 14.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--MAY 5, 1860. + +THE REFORM JANUS. + +{To Mr. Bright: “Just the thing you want my dear Bright: double your +constituency!” + +To a Conservative: “Pray don’t be alarmed!--It Only adds one per cent +to the franchise!”} + +Lord John Russell’s new Reform proposals, though framed with great +care, again failed to receive Mr. Bright’s approval, and were at the +same time distasteful to the Conservative Party.--1860. + +No. 15.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JUNE 9, 1860. + +BRIGHT THE PEACE-MAKER. + +Mr. Bright took an active part in supporting the repeal of the Paper +Duty. He condemned the action of the Upper House in rejecting the Bill, +and charged them with usurping the powers properly belonging to the +Commons.--1860. + +No. 16.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JULY 21, 1860. + +DISSENT IN EARNEST. + +“_We defer to their feelings, but we cannot assent to their +reasoning._”--PARL. DEBATE. + +Mr. Bright’s forcible opposition influenced the Government in +withdrawing from the Census Bill the invidious clause relating to the +Statistics of Religious Denominations.--1860. + +No. 17.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 5, 1863. + +{Well-dressed Mr. Cobden to poorly-dressed beggar: “You are the +greatest booby in the Universe, and therefore you ought to have a vote.” + +Mr. Bright: “Hear! Hear!”} + +COBDEN’S LOGIC. + +“_I don’t know, perhaps, any country in the world where the_ MASSES OF +THE PEOPLE ARE SO ILLITERATE AS IN ENGLAND. * * * _Sound Statesmanship +requires such an extension of the franchise as shall admit the Masses +of the People to political power._”--From MR. COBDEN’S Speech at +Rochdale. + +This speech gave occasion to much angry comment, and led to a personal +dispute between Mr. Cobden and the Editor of the _Times_.--1863. + +No. 18.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 4, 1865. + +DR. BRIGHT AND HIS PATIENT. + +DOCTOR. “_Do you get good wages?_” + +PATIENT. “_Yes._” + +DOCTOR. “_Have you plenty to eat and drink?_” + +PATIENT. “_Yes, as far as that goes._” + +DOCTOR. “_Do you do as you like?_” + +PATIENT. “_Yes._” + +DOCTOR. “_Do you pay taxes?_” + +PATIENT. “_None to hurt me much._” + +DOCTOR. “_Ah! We must change all that. We must go in for_ REFORM!” + +This colloquy gives a not unfair summary of Mr. Bright’s address to his +constituents in the preceding month.--1865. + +No. 19.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--NOVEMBER 25, 1865. + +{Lord Russell to another woman: “Will you join our set Miss Goshen?”} + +THE POLITICAL “WALL-FLOWER.” + +MISS BRIGHT. “_Nobody asks_ ME; _and if they did, I should certainly +decline._” + +Lord Russell’s Whig prejudices were too strong to permit his offering +Mr. Bright a seat in the Cabinet--though none had better deserved +it.--1865. + +No. 20.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 9, 1865. + +JOHN SLOW AND JOHN FAST. + +EARL RUSSELL. “_Well, well! Don’t be violent, Mr. Bright, and proper +inquiries shall be made, as we have perfect confidence in our friend, +Mr. Workingman._” + +Lord Russell claimed to have a monopoly of the Reform Question, and was +not prepared to make the violent changes demanded by Mr. Bright.--1865. + +No. 21.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 30, 1865. + +SCENE FROM ST. STEPHEN’S PANTOMIME. + +CLOWN (MR. BR-GHT). “_What a beautiful child! Let me take care of it +for yer, mum._” + +The Ministry were deaf alike to Mr. Bright’s menaces and persuasions, +and their Bill, as ultimately framed, did not contain any of the points +for which he contended.--1865. + +No. 22.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JANUARY 20, 1866. + +{Mr. Bright using speaking trumpet: “LOWER AWAY THERE LOWER AWAY”} + +THE OFFICIOUS PASSENGER. + +LORD JOHN. “_Excuse me, friend Bright, but do you command this ship, or +do I?_” + +Mr. Bright not having been admitted to the Cabinet, was endeavouring +from the platform to force the hands of the Ministry.--1866. + +No. 23.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 10, 1866. + +GOING DOWN TO THE HOUSE. + +LORD RUSSELL. “_Well, Bright, what do you want?_” + +JOHNNY BRIGHT. “_Anything your Honour is willing to give me_ NOW.” + +Mr. Bright was now prepared to accept any reduction of the +franchise--being convinced that neither the Ministry nor Parliament +would agree to a Radical measure.--1866. + +No. 24.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--SEPTEMBER 8, 1866. + +THE BRUMMAGEM FRANKENSTEIN. + +JOHN BRIGHT. “_I have no fe--fe--fear of ma--manhood suffrage!_” + + [MR. BRIGHT’S Speech at Birmingham. + +The unwillingness of Parliament to accept any measure of Reform had +aroused a wide-spread discontent amongst the working classes. A monster +gathering was held at Birmingham in August.--1866. + +No. 25.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--OCTOBER 20, 1866. + +{Parrot sitting on perch marked “UNIVERSAL SUFFRAGE”} + +THE POPULAR POLL-PARROT. + +PARROT SONG. “_Pretty democra--a--ats! Take ’em to the poll! Naughty +Bob Lowe! Schgree--e--e--yx!!!_” + +Mr. Bright was now addressing Reform Meetings in various towns. The +burden of them was--an abuse of Mr. Lowe, who had aided in rejecting +Lord Russell’s measure.--1866. + +No. 26.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--NOVEMBER 10, 1866. + +{Mr. Bright holding bottle labelled “RADICAL REFORM”.} + +DR. DULCAMARA IN DUBLIN. + +Mr. Bright visited Dublin, by request, in October. His speeches were +mainly devoted to the discussion of Irish questions.--1866. + +No. 27.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 29, 1866. + +THE FESTIVE SEASON. + +(_A Pleasant, but we fear a somewhat Improbable, Picture._) + +MR. B * * * * *, M.P. “_I shay Lowe, old f’la, lesh shwear ’ternal +fr’en’ship!_” + +MR. L * * *, M.P. “_All right, Johnny. Been boshe in the wrong._” + +Not so improbable after all. Within two years from this date Messrs. +Bright and Lowe were colleagues in the same Cabinet.--1866. + +No. 28.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JANUARY 12, 1867. + +RIVAL SWEEPERS. + +GENERAL CHORUS. “_Clear yer door-step down, mum?_” + +All parties were pledged to a renewal of the Reform discussion in +the approaching Session. There was, therefore, every prospect of an +animated rivalry.--1867. + +No. 29.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 15, 1868. + +DR. BULL’S WAITING-ROOM. + +BENJAMIN (_to_ HIBERNIA). “_Please’m, the doctor’ll take your case +fust’m._” + +Mr. Bright’s further agitation of the Reform Question was (for the +present) arrested by that of the Irish Church, which was uppermost in +the minds of the country.--1868. + +No. 31.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JULY 11, 1868. + +ATHLETICS AT WESTMINSTER. + +JOHN BRIGHT. “_Ha! Won’t you ketch it next half when our big brother +comes!!!_” + +Mr. Gladstone’s Irish Church Suspensory Bill was thrown out by the +Lords. The “big brother” was the Borough constituencies enlarged by the +New Reform Bill.--1868. + +No. 32.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--SEPTEMBER 12, 1868. + +A DRESS REHEARSAL. + +FRIEND BRIGHT. “_H’m! Ha! Verily these Ministerial garments won’t be so +unbecoming, after all!_” + + [Said, in other words, in his last address.] + +The Leadership of the Liberal Party having escaped from the hands of +the Whigs, made it more than probable that Mr. Bright would have a seat +in their next Cabinet.--1868. + +No. 33.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--DECEMBER 19, 1868. + +A “FRIEND” AT COURT. + +WHAT WE HAVE READ. “_Mr. Bright attended yesterday at Windsor, and +kissed Her Majesty’s hand on his appointment to the Board of Trade._” + +The defeat of the Conservatives at the General Election was followed +by the formation of a Liberal Administration, in which Mr. Bright was +included as President of the Board of Trade.--1868. + +No. 34.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--MAY 8, 1869. + +“REJECTED!” + +OR, THE VICISSITUDES OF _ART_. + +Mr. Bright’s long advocacy of the Irish Church Disestablishment, after +being in principle rejected alike by all Administrations, was now +successfully realized.--1869. + +No. 35.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JUNE 26, 1869. + +FORGETTING HIS PLACE. + +JOHN BRIGHT. “_Irish Church coming down!--pull out o’ the way there +with that ‘infatuated’ old machine of yours--can’t yer?_” + +GROOM OF THE CHAMBERS. “_John, John, you’re_ FORGETTING YOUR +PLACE--_you mustn’t use that sort of language_ NOW.” + +Mr. Bright’s characteristic disregard of the Upper House had been +unwisely expressed in a published letter to his constituents.--1869. + +No. 36.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JANUARY 22, 1870. + +JOHN BRIGHT’S NEW REFORM BILL.-- + +“REFORM YOURSELVES!” + +Mr. Bright addressed his constituents on the evils of the Liquor +traffic; urging, that it was a question--not for Government, but for +themselves.--1870. + +No. 37.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 5, 1870. + +THE BILL OF FARE. + +MR. GLADSTONE (THE “CHEF”). “_Irish stew first, Mrs. B., and then----_” + +MRS. BRIGHT (THE COOK). “_Lor bless you, Mr. G., the Irish stew’s quite +as much as they’ll get through, I’ll be bound!_” + +Commenting on the difficulty of passing several important measures +in one Session, Mr. Bright had said, “It was not easy to drive six +omnibuses abreast through Temple Bar.”--1870. + +No. 38.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--JANUARY 13, 1872. + +“OFF GREENWICH.” + +JOHN BRIGHT. “_Come aboard, sir!_” + +CAPTAIN GLADSTONE. “_Glad to see you, John. Glad you’re A.B. again. If +it comes on to blow, we may want your assistance._” + +Mr. Bright had withdrawn from the Ministry on account of ill-health. +His re-appearance in Parliament tended to strengthen the now weakened +Administration.--1872. + +No. 39.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--OCTOBER 11, 1873. + +A FRIEND IN NEED. + +MR. GLADSTONE. “_My dear John, I congratulate you! Just in time to +settle accounts with our black friend yonder!_” + +JOHN BRIGHT. “_H’m! Fighting is not quite in my line, as thee knowest, +friend William; nevertheless----!_” + +Several important changes had been made with the view of strengthening +the Cabinet. Amongst others, Mr. Bright again accepted office as +Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. The Ashantee War was now in +progress.--1873. + +No. 40.] + + +[Illustration: CARTOON.--FEBRUARY 13, 1875. + +THE NEW SHEPHERD. + +HARTINGTON (_new hand, just taken on_). “_Hey, but measter!_--WHERE BE +THE SHEEP?” + +Mr. Bright’s nomination of Lord Hartington as Leader of the shattered +Liberal Party was acquiesced in by the rival candidates.--1875. + +No. 41.] + + + + +Transcriber’s Notes: + + +Dialog in some cartoons is shown in {curly braces}; descriptions +accompanying such dialog were added by Transcriber. + +Cartoon 22: “Mr. Br-ght” was printed with the hyphen in place of “i”. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44577.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44577.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9f0593f587bae613d33cc8d376887b7e381a76bf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44577.txt @@ -0,0 +1,261 @@ + + +THE + +TRIAL AND EXECUTION + +OF THE + +SPARROW + +FOR KILLING + +_COCK ROBIN_. + + + _LONDON:_ + + PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. + + _Price 1s. 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Coloured._ + + + + They laid COCK ROBIN in his grave, + And after that they sung a stave, + And then they sent to fetch the sparrow + Who kill'd him with the bow and arrow. + + [Illustration] + + Says JUSTICE HAWK + I do assure ye, + We'll try the rogue, + By Judge and Jury. + + The JUDGE AND JURY being met, + And plac'd in order down they set, + Or else they stood upon their feet, + Because I think they'd ne'er a seat. + + [Illustration] + + Says the Judge to the Jury, + I'd have you take care, + When a bird's life's at stake, + Its a serious affair. + + The CUCKOO came in + And began for to hollow + As he dragg'd the poor Sparrow, + In fast by the collar; + + [Illustration] + + When I found him, my Lord, + He was robbing a barn; + He must live by thieving, + Since nothing he'll earn. + + Says the SPARROW its false, + Both me and my wife, + Are as honest as ever + You was in your life. + + [Illustration] + + A few grains of wheat + Lay at the barn door, + We pick'd them all up, + And did nothing more. + + Says MAG that has nothing + To do with the matter, + I saw when you shot, + And began for to chatter. + + [Illustration] + + I call'd DOCTOR PUSS + To examine the wound, + He knows what he saw, + And he'll tell, I'll be bound. + + Says PUSS I'm a doctor, + So mind what I say, + I happen'd to pass on + The very same day. + + [Illustration] + + I saw the poor Robin, + The Sparrow had shot. + He was quite dead and Cold, + So was not very hot. + + Says the DOG I ran out + From my kennel adjacent, + Or I believe Doctor Puss + Would have eaten his patient. + + [Illustration] + + However Cock Robin, + Was dead, I believe, + And that is the reason + That all of you grieve. + + [Illustration] + + Says the PIG I was hastily call'd from my stye, + But just too late to see poor Robin die; + I was ask'd by the Dog if I thought he was dead, + Ah! both dead and cold was the answer I made. + + Says the ASS I was + Coroner in this affair, + We found Robin wounded, + But could not tell where. + + [Illustration] + + We put on our spectacles, + Those who had got 'em, + And found that his wound + Lay just in his bottom. + + Says the DRAKE I was swimming + Along with my Duck, + The Sparrow sat on a tree + Just by the brook. + + [Illustration] + + He took up his arrow, + And likewise his bow, + And he shot, I believe, + But I'm sure I don't know. + + Says the SWAN I was driving + Along with the stream, + Between sleep and awake, + In a sort of a dream. + + [Illustration] + + I saw the sharp arrow + Fly from the bow; + I'm sure that I saw it, + Or else I dreamt so. + + Says the COCK I was standing, + And thinking no harm, + When I saw Robin fall, + I gave the alarm. + + [Illustration] + + I gave the alarm + With such a loud crow, + If he'd been but asleep, + I'd have wak'd him I know. + + [Illustration] + + The TURKEY was suddenly rous'd by a noise, + Which he knew to be Mr. Chanticlear's voice; + When the Bat he beheld in pursuit of the Sparrow, + But never saw either his bow or his arrow. + + Says the BAT I was constable, + Sir, of the night, + Though my candle was out, + I've a pretty good sight. + + [Illustration] + + I pursu'd the murderer + To the barn door, + He was took by the Cuckoo, + I know nothing more. + + [Illustration] + + Says the APE I saw the Sparrow take flight + The Cock gave the alarm and my beast he took fright, + And good reason I have to remember it well, + For upon the hard ground on my bottom I fell! + + Says JUDGE HAWKE you are + Such a murdering elf, + I think I shall kill you, + And eat you myself. + + [Illustration] + + So he eat up the Sparrow, + The rest got away, + They thought it not safe + Near such Justice to stay. + + + + +IMPROVED BOOKS FOR CHILDREN, + +LATELY PUBLISHED, + + +_The First, or Mother's Catechism_, containing Common Things necessary +to be known at an Early Age. 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Finally, the usage of "its" +where we would use "it's" was retained. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44663.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44663.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b03bc699dcb958217cf2e637ba61cce1215e87f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44663.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1200 @@ + + +JOHN LEECH'S PICTURES OF LIFE AND CHARACTER + +Volume Three (of Three) + +FROM THE COLLECTION OF "MR. PUNCH" + +LONDON: BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., + +1887 + + + +Transcriber's Note: The only text in this file is that drawn in the images. This is not easily read unless viewing the "medium size" and "original size" available by link under each image. + + + + + +INDEX + + + Abuse of the Aspirate, The ............................1863...021...021 + + Accepting a Situation .................................1856...040...040 + + Across Country.........................................1864...181...181 + + Advice Gratis .........................................1863...187...187 + + After Dundreary .......................................1862...201...201 + + After Supper- Strange Admission........................1861...198...198 + + All the Difference.....................................1863...199...199 + + Ambition ..............................................1863...039...039 + + An Afflicted One ......................................1853...214...214 + + An Idea for a Wet Day .................................1863...215...215 + + An Interesting Question ...............................1859...204...204 + + An Old Friend .........................................1853...257...257 + + Ancient Britons, The ..................................1861...001...001 + + Another Pretty Little Americanism .....................1864...167...167 + + Anxious Inquirers .....................................1863...143...143 + + Anxious to Preserve our Figure, take a Turkish Bath....1861...212...212 + + Aquatics - When the Bees are Swarming .................1858...059...059 + + Aristocratic Hotel Company, The........................1863...041...041 + ...043...043...043...043...044...044 + + Art Treasures ..... ...................................1860...119...119 + + At a Rifle Competee-tion in the North..................1863...202...202 + + At Dieppe .............................................1862...118...118 + + Attempted Fraud on the Railway ........................1863...241...241 + + Awful Apparition ......................................1861...171...171 + + Awful Tale of an Eel ..................................1858...208...208 + + Awkward for Papa ......................................1863...022...022 + + + Badly Hit During the Recent Engagement with the Guards.1863...236...236 + + Ball, The .............................................1862...191...191 + + Battue, The ...........................................1862...125...125 + + Beach, The - A Sketch for Warm Weather.................1862...161...161 + ...162...162...163...163...164...164 + + Bear Baiting ..........................................1862...211...211 + + Benevolence ...........................................1860...061...061 + + Beware of Artillery Whiskers...........................1861...011...011 + + Billiards..............................................1864...169...169 + + Bit of Household Stuff, A .............................1862...238...238 + + Biter Bit, The ........................................1864...243...243 + + Black Diamond, The - The Real Mountain of Light........1851...246...246 + + Bores of the Beach, The ...............................1860...101...101 + + Bouncer, A.............................................1860...094...094 + + Board and Lodging .....................................1864...064...064 + + Bois de Boulogne-For Cavaliers only....................1863...118...118 + + Box of Books from London, The .........................1856...233...233 + + Breaking the Bye-Laws .................................1852...220...220 + + Brighton Jewels........................................1860...237...237 + + Brilliant Suggestion, A, Presented gratis to the Horse.1858...261...261 + + Broken Country, A .....................................1864...234...234 + + Brook Jump, The........................................1863...145...145 + + By the Fast Train .....................................1861...115...115 + + By your Leave .........................................1859...049...049 + + Cabman Guide, The .....................................1801...052...052 + + Canine.................................................1863...048...048 + + Capillary Attractions .................................1858...035...035 + + Capital Finish, A......................................1860...156...156 + + Carte de Visite, The ..................................1862...157...157 + + Cause and Effect ......................................1864.... 057 + + Caution to the Unwary, A ..............................1859...014...014 + + Chaff .................................................1862...103...103 + + Chamber Practice.......................................1860...129...129 + + Chance for Jeames, A ..................................1860...053...053 + + Channel Passage, The...................................1862...206...206 + + Chip of the Old Block, A...............................1862...190...190 + + Christening of Jones's First, The .....................1803...142...142 + + Clerical Beard Movement, The ..........................1861...049...049 + + Cockney at Dieppe, A...................................1851...254...254 + + Coincidence, A.........................................1860...032...032 + + Collar Mania, The .....................................1854...064...064 + + Comfortable Quarters ..................................1859...152...152 + + Comforter, A...........................................1862...019...019 + + Complimentary..........................................1864...225...225 + + Complimentary to Paterfamilias.........................1860...016...016 + + Confirmed Bachelor.....................................1861...159...159 + + Connoisseur, A ........................................1859...135...135 + + Considerate Attention .................................1860...026...026 + + Consolation ...........................................1859...094...094 + + Consolation ...........................................1861...130...130 + + Consoling from Consols ................................1862...096...096 + + Consummation devoutly to be wished, A..................1862...021...021 + + Contemplative Man's Recreation, The....................1860...137...137 + + Contented Mind, A .....................................1860...138...138 + + Cook's Morning Service, The............................1863...220...220 + + Costermonger as he is, and as he might be, The ........1863...167...167 + + Country Races-Amateur Professionals....................1855...215...215 + + Courtesies of Travel, The..............................1859...123...123 + + Cricket-The Pride of the Village.......................1863...058...058 + + Crinoline for Domestic use ............................1862...132...132 + + Crinoline for Domestic use ............................1862...235...235 + + Croquet ...............................................1863...106...106 + + Crossing-Sweeper Nuisance, The ........................1856...008...008 + + Cruel .................................................1861...004...004 + + Cruel Joke at a Fete...................................1859...193...193 + + Cub-Hunting............................................1862...203...203 + + Curious Echo at a Railway Station......................1861...127...127 + + Curious effect of Relaxing Air.........................1849...104...104 + + + Dabbling...............................................1861...024...024 + + Darlings, The, see the 38th Volunteers Drilled ........1861...002...002 + + Day at Biarritz, A.....................................1863...244...244 + ...245...245 + + Day with the Stag, A ..................................1856...252...252 + + Day's Amusement, A ....................................1864...203...203 + + Day's Pleasure, A..... ................................1860...025...025 + + Deal, A ...............................................1863...152...152 + + Debate on the New Ministry ............................1858...088...088 + + Decidedly .............................................1860...166...166 + + De Gustibus, &c........................................1858...258...258 + + Delicate Hint, A ......................................1863...018...018 + + Dclicious..............................................1862...136...136 + + Difference in Opinion, A...............................1863...012...012 + + Difficult Task, A .....................................1850...127...127 + + Dignity and Impudence .................................1861...060...060 + + Dignity and Impudence .................................1858...150...150 + + Dignity of Age, The....................................1856...015...015 + + Diner à la Russe ......................................1862...126...126 + + Dining under Difficulties..............................1861...008...008 + + Dinner-Bell, The ......................................1849...259...259 + + Dip in French Waters, A................................1862...063...063 + + Dissenters in the University...........................1855...127...127 + + District Telegraph, The ...............................1863...023...023 + + Disturbed Imagination, A ..............................1859...230...230 + + Diving Belles..........................................1862...118...118 + + Dog-days, The .........................................1864...218...218 + + Doing a little Business ...............................1864...247...247 + + Doosed aggravating for Cornet Hinders..................1863...055...055 + + Doubtful Compliment, A.................................1862...126...126 + + Dramatic...............................................1863...231...231 + + Drawing Room, A .......................................1858...127...127 + + Drawing Room, The .....................................1863...014...014 + + Dried Up ..............................................1859...086...086 + + Duet under Difficulties, A ............................1863...176...176 + + Dust Ilo! The Long Dress Nuisance......................1863...184...184 + + + Effect of Sixpence a Mile..............................1857...157...157 + + Effect of Stopping the Grog ...........................1849...154...154 + + Effects of the "Weather on a Sensitive Plant ..........1861...172...172 + + Emphatic ..............................................1861...004...004 + + End of a Friend of the Family .........................1862...116...116 + + Engaged Ones, The .....................................1847...168...168 + + English Darlings reflected in a French Mirror..........1862...098...098 + + English Gold Field, An ................................1854...036...036 + + English Soldiers according to French Notions ..........1860...098...098 + + Escort, An.............................................1862...148...148 + + Excess of Cleanliness, An .............................1860...023...023 + + Exhausted Student, The ................................1862...065...065 + + Express ...............................................1864...066...066 + + Experiment on a Vile Body, An..........................1859...029...029 + + Extravagance...........................................1858...029...029 + + + Facetious Inference, A ................................1861...007...007 + + Fact, A ...............................................1860...018...018 + + Fact, A ...............................................1860...153...153 + + False Alarm, surely! .................................1861...052...052 + + Family Box at the Theatre, A...........................1857...257...257 + + Fancy Fair, The .......................................1864...214...214 + + Fancy Scene, A-Winning the Gloves......................1860...224...224 + + Fancy Sketch...........................................1860...033...033 + + Farewell...............................................1856...264...264 + + Fashion for next Summer, The ..........................1860...139...139 + + Fashions in Hair ......................................1862...107...107 + + Fatuous Fashion, A ....................................1858...219...219 + + Fellow Martyrs ........................................1864...193...193 + + Feminine Rivalry ......................................1864...175...175 + + Financial Difficulty, A................................1861...013...013 + + Financial Question, The ...............................1862...259...259 + + Fine Polish, A ........................................1852...096...096 + + First Beginnings ......................................1863...194...194 + + First Day of the Season ...............................1861...035...035 + + First of September ....................................1852...070...070 + + Fitting Hospitality ...................................1863...176...176 + + Flagrant Attempt, A....................................1862...177...177 + + Flattering Proposal ...................................1860...155...155 + + Flunkeiana.............................................1848...104...104 + + Flunkeiana.............................................1864...205...205 + + Flunkey in Trouble, A..................................1864...199...199 + + Fly-Fishing ...........................................1863...170...170 + + Fond Delusion .........................................1860...131...131 + + Force of Habit ........................................1864...146...146 + + Force of Habit (for Family People only)................1861...203...203 + + Foreign Infliction, A .................................1859...222...222 + + For-rad,-For-rad-Away! ................................1861...209...209 + + Freaks of a Pet Dog....................................1852...210...210 + + Freshener on the Downs, A..............................1857...120...120 + + Friendly Prescription .................................1856...021...021 + + Frivolity..............................................1858...099...099 + + Frolic Home after a Blank Day, A ......................1859...196...196 + + Furniture Removal Agency, A ...........................1860...214...214 + + + Gale, The..............................................1862...073...073 + + Garotte Effect, A......................................1863...119...119 + + Generous Offer ............. ..........................1860...045...045 + + Gent at Cost Price, A .................................1856...155...155 + + Geographical Joke, A ..................................1855...143...143 + + Going North ...........................................1862...081...081 + + Going Out of Town .....................................1860...016...016 + + Going through the Alphabet ............................1860...306...306 + + Going to Court ........................................1863...344...344 + + Going to Cover.........................................1861...324...324 + + Gold Field in the "Diggins," A.........................1854...037...037 + + Gone Away! ............................................1861...030...030 + + Good Blacking .........................................1853...102...102 + + Gordian Knot for Robinson, A ..........................1862...017...017 + + Grand National Rose Show...............................1858...232...232 + + Great Bonnet Question, The ............................1857...254...254 + + Great Exhibition ......................................1862...243...243 + + Great Whisker Cutting Movement, The ...................1861...116...116 + + Grievance, A...........................................1863...141...141 + + Ground Swell, A .......................................1S61...028...028 + + Groundless Alarm.......................................1861...170...170 + + Groundless Alarm.......................................1862...142...142 + + Guardian of the Field, The.............................1855...131...131 + + Harry takes bis Cousins to see the Hounds Meet.........1862...145...145 + + Haymarket and Thereabout, The..........................1862...088...088 + + Healthy and Amusing Game ..............................1860...045...045 + + Held in Cheek .........................................1858...033...033 + + Helping Him On ........................................1861...061...061 + + Hero Worship ..........................................1850...221...221 + + Hint to the Engaged Ones of England, A.................1859...239...239 + + Hint to Travellers.....................................1860...048...048 + + History-The Ancient Britons ...........................1861...001...001 + + Holidays at Home.......................................1860...183...183 + + Hopeful Prospect, A....................................1863...010...010 + + Horrid Girl............................................1861...144...144 + + Horse Dealer's Logic, A ...............................1863...140...140 + + Hot Chestnut, A, is very Good after Dinner.............1862...217...217 + + Household Economy......................................1861...138...138 + + How Not to Do It.......................................1863...242...242 + + How to Bother Cabby....................................1863...213...213 + + How to Clear a Carriage for a Cigar ...................1864...182...182 + + How to Make a Watering Place Pleasant..................1861...024...024 + + How Would it be Without Crinoline? ....................1864...197...197 + + Humour of the Streets, The ............................1860...090...090 + + Humour of the Streets, The ............................1861...139...139 + + Hunting from Town......................................1862...147...147 + + Hurrah! ...............................................1860...263...263 + + Hush! Hush! .........................................1863...122...122 + + Hygienic Pleasure, A ..................................1863...200...200 + + + Idle Servant, The .....................................1863...099...099 + + Immense Treat for the Party Concerned..................186l...102...102 + + Important Matter ......................................1860...149...149 + + Impostor, An...........................................1863...150...150 + + Improving the Time.....................................1857...341...341 + + Impudence .............................................1849...230...230 + + In Barracks............................................1860...094...094 + + Incident of Travel, An.................................1859...088...088 + + Incident of Travel, An.................................1864...158...158 + + Influence of the Railway on the Rhine..................1864...173...173 + + In Good Society........................................1851...249...249 + + Injured Brother, An....................................1861...015...015 + + In Search of Excitement ...............................1850...246...246 + + "In the Bay of Biscay, O!" ................ ...........1862...115...115 + + Innocent Delusions ....................................1863...139...139 + + Inquiring Mind, An.....................................1861...045...045 + + In Search of a Victim .................................1860...011...011 + + In State ..............................................1844...146...146 + + In the Volunteers .....................................1862...025...025 + + Invalid, The ..........................................1860...103...103 + + Irresistible ..........................................1860...069...069 + + It is Safer to go with your Animal.....................1862...147...147 + + + John Bull à la Française...............................1855...262...262 + + John Tomkins and'Arry Bloater .........................1862...068...068 + + Jolly Anglers..........................................1864...125...125 + + Jolly Game, A .........................................1857...221...221 + + Jumping to a Conclusion ...............................1864...206...206 + + Junior Counsel, A........ .............................1848...257...257 + + + Knowing Animal, A .....................................1857...187...187 + + + Ladies' Lap Dog Show, The..............................1862...254...254 + + Lady Audley's Secret ..................................1863...009...009 + + La Mode................................................1860...354...354 + + La Mode-The Zouave Jacket .............................1860...056...056 + + Last Day at the Seaside, The-Packing Up ...............1861...027...027 + + Last New Thing in Cloaks, The..........................1859...107...107 + + Last Sweet Thing in Hats, The..........................1859...028...028 + + Late from the School-room..............................1860...012...012 + + Latest Fashion, The....................................1857...111...111 + + Latest Fast Thing, The ................................1863...039...039 + + Latest Improvement, The ...............................1856...069...069 + + Latest from Abroad-Powder and all the Rest of it.......1862...048...048 + + Latest Style, The .....................................1856...106...106 + + Legal Solfeggio, The ..................................1846...116...116 + + Le Sport...............................................1862...256...256 + + Lesson, The ...........................................1862...002...002 + + Lesson in French, A...V................................1855...086...086 + + Like unto Like ........................................1862...211...211 + + Likely Bait, A ........................................1860...178...178 + + Likely Case, A.........................................1855...050...050 + + Linguist, The..........................................1863...065...065 + + Little Bit of Yorkshire, A ............................1864...212...212 + + Little Family Breeze, A ...............................1864...173...173 + + Little Farce at a Railway Station, A...................1859...063...063 + + Little Railway Drama, A................................1863...186...186 + + Little Rowlands* Macassar Wanted Somewhere, A .........1863...099...099 + + Little Scene at Brussels, A ...........................1864...209...209 + + Little Smoke-Jack, A ..................................1863...131...131 + + London Cream ..........................................1864...146...146 + + London Highlanders.....................................1861...200...200 + + Looking at it Pleasantly ..............................1864...123...123 + + "Love's Course Never Did" You Know.....................1864...205...205 + + Loving Cup, A..........................................1858...104...104 + + Lowest Depth, The......................................1864...211...211 + + Lucid Explanation, A ..................................1852...063...063 + + Making it Intelligible.................................1864...202...202 + + Making the Best of It .................................1858...007...007 + + Malvern Hills, The ....................................1864...262...262 + + Man of Discrimination, A ..............................1863...188...188 + + Man of Ideas, A .......................................1861...174...174 + + Man's Rooms at the Temple, A...........................1863...106...106 + + Marriage Question, The ................................1858...047...047 + + Master and Man-A Pretty State of Things................1861...064...064 + + Medium, A..............................................1861...079...079 + + Mere Trifle, A ........................................1862...134...134 + + Mermaid, A ............................................1854...058...058 + + Militia Man, A.........................................1854...076...076 + + Mistaking a Title .....................................1860...065...065 + + Moral of it, The ......................................1862...235...235 + + Morning Ride, The .....................................1863...248...248 + + Mossoo Learning to Swim ...............................1862...118...118 + + Most Flattering........................................1861...216...216 + + Most Offensive ........................................1859...021...021 + + Mr, Briggs's Adventuresin the Highlands................1861...081...081 + ...083...083...085...085...087...087...089...089...091...091...093...093...095...095...097...097 + + Mr. Briggs's Horse Taming Experiences..................1863...258...258 + ...261...261 + + Mrs. J. has the Best of It ............................1860...055...055 + + Muscular Education - The Private Tutor ................1860...110...110 + + Natural Impatience.....................................1860...046...046 + + Nature when Unadorned, &c..............................1861...054...054 + + New Leathers, too!.....................................1861...031...031 + + NeW Ride, The, Frightful Scene in Kensington Gardens...1860...247...247 + + New School, The........................................1862...136...136 + + Nicc Game for Two or More, A ..........................1861...110...110 + + Nice Little Dinner, The ...............................1853...063...063 + + Nightmare, A ..........................................1862...250...250 + + No Doubt of It.........................................1860...073...073 + + Not a bad Judge .......................................1859...101...101 + + Not a doubtful Race....................................1845...250...250 + + Nothing like doing it Thoroughly ......................1864...179...179 + + Nothing Eke Mountain Air ..............................1860...047...047 + + Not so bad as he seems ................................1860...359...359 + + Not so Easy ...........................................1853...160...160 + + Not such a bad Thing in a Shower ......................1860...057...057 + + Novel Suggestion ......................................1863...078...078 + + Now I'm Papa ..........................................1860...108...108 + + No. 999, Government Transport .........................1855...114...114 + + Object of Attraction, An ..............................1860...189...189 + + Ocular Demonstration ..................................1857...157...157 + + Office Incident, An ...................................1863...124...124 + + Old School ............................................1862...023...023 + + On Duty ...............................................1844...134...134 + + Oh, how Jolly!.........................................1859...101...101 + + Oh, that I were in that Balcony! ......................1864...180...180 + + On a Parisian Boulevard................................1861...109...109 + + One Night from Home....................................1861...006...006 + + One of the Right Sort..................................1860...034...034 + + One-sided View, A .....................................1846...260...260 + + On the Racecourse .....................................1852...109...109 + + On the Sands...........................................1860...074...074 + + On the Way to Parade...................................1860...068...068 + + Opportunity, An .......................................1862...128...128 + + Opposite Opinions .....................................1859...056...056 + + Order we hope to see issued, An .......................1861...156...156 + + Organ Grinding Nuisance, The ..........................1864...255...255 + + Our Foreign Visitors ..................................1861...156...156 + + Our Indolent Young Man ................................1859...079...079 + + Our National Defences .................................1860...102...102 + + Our Volunteers.........................................1860...019...019 + + Out of his Element ....................................1862...256...256 + + Outrage upon a Gallant Tnrk............................1856...253...253 + + Oysters ...............................................1864...140...140 + + + Painful Subject, A ....................................1861...121...121 + + Partridge Shooting ....................................1860...097...097 + + Partridge Shooting ....................................1863...223...223 + + Persuasive ............................................1863...060...060 + + Pet-Love...............................................1862...149...149 + + Philosophy in Sport....................................1859...171...171 + + Photograph, The .......................................1861...132...132 + + Pious Public-House, The................................1855...112...112 + + Pitiable Objects ......................................1862...053...053 + + Pheasant Shooting, A Warm Corner.......................1858...117...117 + + Pleasant...............................................1863...148...148 + + Tleasant Intelligence .................................1863...076...076 + + Pleasant Prospect, A ..................................1864...253...253 + + Pleasures of the Country, The..........................1863...191...191 + + Pleasures of the Sea, The..............................1857...241...241 + + Pleasures of Vegetarianism ............................1852...086...086 + + Pluck! ...............................................1863...104...104 + + Polite Attention ......................................1861...022...022 + + Political Prospects ...................................1859...020...020 + + Poor Cousin Charles ...................................1864...190...190 + + Poor Fellow ...........................................1863...108...108 + + Poor Little Fellow ....................................1861...033...033 + + Portrait, The,-Finishing Touch to the Dress ...........1862...074...074 + + Portrait of a certain Student who is Reading so hard...1861...026...026 + + Poser, A...............................................1861...003...003 + + Posing a Customer .....................................1861...084...084 + + Positive Fact, of Course ..............................1862...013...013 + + Practising for a Match........ ........................1862...174...174 + + Practising on a Patient................................1858...124...124 + + Preliminary Canter, A..................................1862...168...168 + + Prepared for Garottcrs.................................1863...192...192 + + Prevention is Better than Cure ........................1863...198...198 + + Pretty Exhibition near Bromplon, A.....................1862...189...189 + + Private Theatricals-The Mouslaches.....................1860...066...066 + + Probability, A—"Hold your Zebra, Sir?" ...............1858...070...070 + + Problem for Young Ladies, A............................1862...032...032 + + Professional ..........................................1859...005...005 + + Profligate Pastrycook's, The ..........................1855...113...113 + + Progress of Civilization...............................1854...178...178 + + Proper Precaution, A ..................................1862...031...031 + + Prudence...............................................1862...121...121 + + Prudential Assurance ..................................1859...075...075 + + Putting his Foot in it ................................1864...225...225 + + Putting it Blandly.....................................1863...109...109 + + Putting Principle into Practice .......................1861...058...058 + + + Quiet Rebuke, A .......................................1864...137...137 + + Quip Modest, The.......................................1862...122...122 + + Quite Exhausted .......................................1856...140...140 + + + Race for a Fare, A ....................................1859...107...107 + + Raillery ..............................................1864...207...207 + + Railway Grievance .....................................1864...233...233 + + Railway Morals.........................................1864...141...141 + + Rather a Kitcheny way of Putting it ...................1863...143...143 + + Rather a Knowing Thing in Nets ........................1860...046...046 + + Rather Keen ...........................................1859...195...195 + + Rather 'Ossy............... ...........................1863...223...223 + + Rather Vulgar, but Perfectly True......................1862...051...051 + + Ready when Wanted, or Militia Volunteers...............1854...228...228 + ...229...229 + + Real Enjoyment ........................................1861...076...076 + + Reai Independence .....................................1863...201...201 + + Real Tragedy ..........................................1864...134...134 + + Real Treasure, A ......................................1859...001...001 + + Recreation for the Horse Guards .......................1851...240...240 + + Relaxation.............................................1861...023...023 + + Repose ................................................1862...077...077 + + Resources of the Establishment ........................1860...050...050 + + Retaliation............................................1864...233...233 + + Return from the Races-Bois de Boulogne ................1864...232...232 + + Riding-hat Question, The ..............................1861...100...100 + + Rival Barrels, The ....................................1854...241...241 + + + Sagacious Cabby, A ....................................1862...227...227 + + Salmon Fishing.........................................1863...133...133 + + Scarborough, At .......................................1862...227...227 + + Scene-A Certain gay Watering Place.....................1859...069...069 + + Scene at Sandbath .....................................1861...080...080 + + Sccne in a Modern Studio ..............................1856...029...029 + + Sccne on a Bridge at Paris ............................1863...226...226 + + Scene-The Row..........................................1863...217...217 + + School for Old Gentlemen, A............................1858...193...193 + + Sea-fishing ........................ ..................1863...005...005 + + Sea-side Studies.......................................1860...025...025 + + Sea-side Subject, A, Party in Search of Repose ........1862...054...054 + + Secular Pursuit, A..... ...............................1857...092...092 + + Self Importance........................................1861...011...011 + + Sensation Ball, The ...................................1862...088...088 + + Sensation Novel, The ..................................1864...194...194 + + Serious Complaint, A ..................................1855...155...155 + + Serious Drawback, A ...................................1861...009...009 + + Scrvantgalisra, No. XIII...............................1863...010...010 + + Servantgalism, No. XIV.................................1860...128...128 + + Servantgalism, No. XV..................................1864...169...169 + + Servantgalism, &c., No. XVI............................1863...220...220 + + Servantgalism in Australia-A Fact .....................1864...221...221 + + Severe.................................................1860...012...012 + + Serving Him Out .......................................1862...084...084 + + Shocking Incident in Real Life ........................1864...251...251 + + Shocking Young Lady Indeed, A .........................1860...067...067 + + Shoeburyncss...........................................1864...251...251 + + Short Cut through the Wood, A..........................1862...117...117 + + Sign of Progress, A ...................................1864...131...131 + + Singular Optical Delusion .............................1850...135...135 + + Sketch at a Steeple Chacc, A...........................1863...145...145 + + Sketch from a Study Window.............................1863...078...078 + + Sketch in St. James's Street, A .......................1860...007...007 + + Sketch on the Downs, A.................................1861...111...111 + + Sketch on the Sea-Coast during the Gale................1862...105...105 + + Sketches at Brighton ..................................1802...237...237 + + Sketching Master, The..................................1858...040...040 + + Slow Game, A ..........................................1863...105...105 + + Snooks has Joined a Rifle Corps .......................1861...192...192 + + Soap-Bubbles...........................................1857...186...186 + + Social Treadmill, The,—The Wedding Breakfast..........1857...063...063 + + Some more Foreign Visitors ............................1862...182...182 + + Something in that......................................1856...133...133 + + Something like a Description...........................1860...030...030 + + Something like an Inducement ..........................1860...184...184 + + Soothing Explanation ..................................1860...050...050 + + Sou'-Wester in a Sea-side Lodging-House, A ............1863...066...066 + + Special Pleader, A ....................................1861...143...143 + + Spirit-Rapping ........................................1860...232...232 + + Spirit Drawing by our own Medium, A....................1860...236...236 + + Spoon-shaped Bonnet, The...............................1860...066...066 + + Sport (?)Fowl Shooting ................................1860...347...347 + + Sporting Intelligence .................................1859...097...097 + + Sportive Elements, The ................................1860...246...246 + + Spread of the Volunteer Movement-Scene, the Schoolroom.1860...074...074 + + Startling Result.......................................1857...152...152 + + Steeple-Chacc Study, A ................................1860...185...185 + + Stolen Pleasures are Sweet ............................1863...051...051 + + Stont Assertion, A ....................................1863...123...123 + + Street Fight, A .......................................1864...211...211 + + Study of Crinoline, A .................................1858...216...216 + + Studies of Crinoline during an Equinoctial Gale .......1863...221...221 + + Subject for a Picture..................................1861...047...047 + + Submissive Husband, The ... ...........................1862...233...233 + + Suburban Flyman, The ..................................1864...207...207 + + Successful Angling.....................................1849...254...254 + + Summer Visitors .......................................1855...022...022 + + Superfluous Advice ....................................1847...213...213 + + + Table d'hote à Paris, A ...............................1864...219...219 + + Taking it Manfully ....................................1860...195...195 + + Taking the Risks ......................................1861...120...120 + + Terrible Threat, A ....................................1862...034...034 + + The Very Thing ........................................1860...133...133 + + Those Horrid Boys Again ... ...........................1860...015...015 + + Tit Bit, A ............................................1861...082...082 + + To be Pitied ............ .............................1863...181...181 + + Tolerably Broad Hint, A................................1859...130...130 + + Toll-Bar Nuisance, The ................................1864...154...154 + + Too Pad................................................1862...116...116 + + Too Bad, by Jove Î You Know ...........................1860...053...053 + + Too Clever by Half ....................................1863...008...008 + + Towards the Close of the Season........................1856...092...092 + + Travellers' Luggage....................................1860...020...020 + + True Tale, A.................... ......................1863...126...126 + + Truly Delightful ........ .............................1856...077...077 + + Tu Quoque .............................................1858...226...226 + + Tu Quoque, A ..........................................1861...009...009 + + Turning the Tables ; or a Little Sauce for the Gander..1862...108...108 + + Tyrant, A .............................................1859...058...058 + + + Unexpected Always Happens, The.........................1860...109...109 + + Unexpected Arrival, An ................................1863...153...153 + + Unexpected Bliss ......................................1861...008...008 + + Unexpected Change, An..................................1860...017...017 + + Unfeeling Husband, An .................................1856...131...131 + + Unwelcome Pleasantry...................................1861...062...062 + + Useful and Ornamental .................................1861...149...149 + + Useful Appliances......................................1862...067...067 + + Useful at Last.........................................1861...008...008 + + Valuable Addition to the Aquarium......................1860...075...075 + + Vaulting Ambition......................................1856...065...065 + + Very Careful ..........................................1860...158...158 + + Very Considerate ......................................1864...240...240 + + Very Cruel Satire .....................................1860...151...151 + + Very Much Alive .. ....................................1856...177...177 + + Very Much at Sea.......................................1860...210...210 + + Very Rude Indeed.......................................1847...053...053 + + Very Slangy ...........................................1855...144...144 + + Very Thing, The .......................................1860...183...183 + + Very Vulgar Subject, A ................................1859...132...132 + + Victim to Over Exertion, A.............................1859...061...061 + + Visit to the Studio, A ................................1860...188...188 + + Vive le Sport Again....................................1862...194...194 + + Volunteer Review, The ..... ...........................1860...006...006 + + Vulpecide, The Base Indeed ............................1862...185...185 + + + Waltzing of the Period ................................1861...165...165 + + Watering-Place Pleasure, A ............................1864...186...186 + + Weight for Age........... .............................1855...114...114 + + Well (?) Brought Up....................................1863...076...076 + + Well Over! Anyhow .....................................1863...100...100 + + Well! The Boldness of some People......................1861...027...027 + + Well Timed ............................................1864...135...135 + + We should Think it Did ................................1860...082...082 + + What is it?............................................1856...121...121 + + What Next? ............................................1854...178...178 + + What our Volunteers Ought Not to Do....................1862...231...231 + + What's the Matter with Him?............................1859...114...114 + + What's to be Done in July?.............................1861...020...020 + + What we could Bear a Good Deal of......................1863...204...204 + + What we Want to Know...................................1863...250...250 + + When Doctors Disagree, &c., &c.........................1844...234...234 + + Which is the Brute?....................................1858...234...234 + + Who would have Thought it ?............................1860...038...038 + + Wicket Proceeding, A...................................1863...057...057 + + Wind S. W., Fresh .....................................1859...018...018 + + Wire Fence, The .......................................1863...218...218 + + Word to the Wise, A ...................................1860...003...003 + + + X-Cellent Notion, An ..................................1855...158...158 + + + Yeomanry Service, The..................................1856...062...062 + + Yes, on Some People ...................................1859...016...016 + + Yet another Americanism................................1864...179...179 + + Young England..........................................1862...033...033 + + Young Northamptonshire.................................1859...151...151 + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44799.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44799.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..36f7f006eaddd4b184234ac0f2719c965b2e9017 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44799.txt @@ -0,0 +1,809 @@ + + +BENJAMIN DISRAELI + +THE EARL OF BEACONSFIELD, K.G. + +Cartoons From "Punch" 1843-1878. + +1878. + + + + +BENJAMIN DISRAELI, EARL OF BEACONSFIELD, K.G. + +ON of Isaac D'Israeli, author of _Curiosities of Literature_, of Jewish +extraction; born in London 21st December, 1805; published his political +novel, _Vivian Grey_, 1825; travelled in the East between 1828 and 1831; +contested Wycombe in 1831, and Marylebone, 1833, both unsuccessfully; +was returned for Maidstone, 1837; for Shrewsbury, 1841; for Bucks, 1847; +member of Sir R. Peel's party until Peel became a convert to Free +Trade, from which time Mr. Disraeli allied himself closely with the +Conservatives, of whom he became the leader in the House of Commons +after the death of Lord George Bentinck in 1848; conspicuous for his +attacks on Peel in Parliament; Chancellor of the Exchequer in Lord +Derby's first Ministry, 1852; and in his second, 1858-9; in 1859 brought +in a Reform Bill which was defeated by the Whigs; again Chancellor of +the Exchequer in Lord Derby's third Ministry, July, 1866; brought in a +second Reform Bill, based on Household Suffrage, which was passed, 1867; +on Lord Derby's resignation, February, 1868, became Prime Minister, +which office he resigned at the end of the year; on Mr. Gladstone's +Government resigning office, in consequence of their defeat on the Irish +University Bill, March, 1873, Mr. Disraeli was commissioned by the Queen +to form a Ministry, but declined to do so under the then circumstances. +On Mr. Gladstone appealing to the country in 1874, the election returns +placed him in a minority, and he resigned without meeting the new +Parliament; Mr. Disraeli succeeded him as Prime Minister and formed his +cabinet, March, 1874; created Earl of Beaconsfield, August, 1876; first +Plenipotentiary for Great Britain at the Congress of Berlin, 1878, and +K.G. Lord Beaconsfield's principal novels (besides _Vivian Grey_) are +_The Young Duke, Henrietta Temple, and Venetia_, and, since his entrance +on political life, _Coningsby, Sybil, Tancred, and Lothair._ + +London, 1878. + + + + +A LIST OF THE CARTOONS. + + + + The Infant Hercules...........................................Title + + 1845. Young Gulliver and the Brobdingnag Minister.............001 + + 1846. A Political application of an old Fable.................002 + + 1847. The Rising Generation-in Parliament "Cheap-Jack"........004 + + 1848. The Parliamentary Toots.................................005 + + 1849. Cock-a-Doodle-Doo; or, the great Protectionist..........006 + + " The Farmers' Will-o'-the Wisp...........................007 + + " Disraeli Measuring the British Lion.....................008 + + 1850. The Protection "Dodge"..................................009 + + " Agriculture...The Rial "Unprotected Female".............010 + + " Gulliver and the Brobdingnag Farmers....................011 + + 1851. Dressing for a Masquerade...............................012 + + " The Ghost of Protection appearing to Mr. Disraeli.......013 + + 1852. "The Game of Speculation"...............................014 + + " The Protection Giant....................................015 + + " Up goes the Quartern Loaf...............................016 + + " A Plain Question........................................017 + + " An Easy Place...........................................018 + + " A Bit of Animated Nature................................019 + + " The Easter Recess.......................................020 + + " The "Calculating" Boy gets the Prize for Arithmetic.....021 + + " The Downing Street Cad..................................022 + + " The Political Chameleon.................................023 + + " "A Dissolving View".....................................024 + + " Something Looms in the Future...........................025 + + " A Dip in the Free Trade Sea.............................026 + + " The Political Topsy.....................................027 + + " Mrs. Gamp taking the Little "Party".....................028 + + " A Scene from English History............................029 + + " A Dirty Trick-Bespattering Decent People................030 + + " Swell Mob at the Opening of Parliament..................031 + + " The Balancing Brothers of Westminster...................032 + + " The Asiatic Mystery.....................................033 + + " Palmerston Selling Off..................................034 + + " The Rival Black Dolls...................................035 + + " Dizzy and his Constituent...............................036 + + " The Last Pantomime of the Season........................037 + + " Great Poaching Affray on the Liberal Preserves..........038 + + " The Anglers' Return.....................................039 + + " A Derby Obstruction.....................................040 + + " A Derby Spill...........................................041 + + " The Fight at St. Stephen's Academy......................042 + + " Dressing for an Oxford Bal Masqué.......................043 + + " Dizzy's K'rect Card for the "Derby" (?).................044 + + " Dizzy's Arithmetic......................................045 + + " Pudding before Meat.....................................046 + + " The First Question......................................047 + + " Political "Economy".....................................048 + + " "Heads I Win, Tails you Lose"...........................049 + + " The Honest Potboy.......................................050 + + 1867. Blind Man's Buff........................................051 + + " The "Irrepressible Lodger"..............................052 + + " Extremes must meet; or, a Bit of Practical Science......053 + + " The Derby, 1867, Dizzy wins with "Reform Bill"..........054 + + " The Political Egg-dance.................................055 + + " "The Return from Victory"...............................056 + + " Puff at St. Stephen's...................................057 + + " Fagin's Political School................................058 + + 1868. The New Head Master.....................................059 + + " Rival Stars.............................................060 + + " Steering under Difficulties.............................061 + + " The Political Leotard...................................062 + + " Ben and his Bogey.......................................063 + + " Rival Actors............................................064 + + " A Political Parallel....................................065 + + 1870. Critics.................................................066 + + 1871. The Strong Government...................................067 + + " "Out of the Bag"........................................068 + + 1872. The Lancashire Lions....................................069 + + " The Conservative Programme..............................070 + + 1873. The Two Augurs..........................................071 + + " "How not to say it".....................................072 + + 1874. Paradise and the Peri...................................073 + + " The Winning "Stroke"....................................074 + + " The Great "Trick Act"...................................075 + + " A Real Conservative Revival.............................076 + + 1875. "Good-bye!".............................................077 + + " The Indignant Bystander.................................078 + + " More Slaveries than One.................................079 + + " "Permissive" Government.................................080 + + " "In Egitto!!!"..........................................081 + + 1876. The "Extinguisher" Trick................................082 + + " The Lion's Share........................................083 + + " Service Stores..........................................084 + + " "New Crowns For Old Ones!"..............................085 + + " "The Jolly Anglers".....................................086 + + " The Sphinx is Silent....................................087 + + " Neutrality tinder Difficulties..........................088 + + " Empress and Earl........................................089 + + " The Turkish Bath........................................090 + + " "A Mistake!"............................................091 + + 1877. "Woodman, Spare that Tree!".............................092 + + " Benjamin Bombastes......................................093 + + 1878. The Dizzy Brink.........................................094 + + " "The Mysterious Cabinet Trick"..........................095 + + " "The Confidence Trick!".................................096 + + " New Persuasions.........................................097 + + " "Imperial" Guard........................................098 + + " Figures from a "Triumph"................................099 + + " "Façon de Parler!"......................................100 + + " "Happy Family" at Berlin................................101 + + " The Schoolmaster Abroad.................................102 + + " Triumph!................................................103 + + " "Pas de Deux!"..........................................104 + + + + +CARTOONS + + +{001} + +[Illustration: 001] + + +{002} + +[Illustration: 002] + + +{003} + +[Illustration: 003] + + +{004} + +[Illustration: 004] + + +{005} + +[Illustration: 005] + + +{006} + +[Illustration: 006] + + +{007} + +[Illustration: 007] + + +{008} + +[Illustration: 008] + + +{009} + +[Illustration: 009] + + + +{010} + +[Illustration: 010] + + +{011} + +[Illustration: 011] + + +{012} + +[Illustration: 012] + + +{013} + +[Illustration: 013] + + +{014} + +[Illustration: 014] + + +{015} + +[Illustration: 015] + + +{016} + +[Illustration: 016] + + +{017} + +[Illustration: 017] + + +{018} + +[Illustration: 018] + + +{019} + +[Illustration: 019] + + +{020} + +[Illustration: 020] + + +{021} + +[Illustration: 021] + + +{022} + +[Illustration: 022] + + +{023} + +[Illustration: 023] + + +{024} + +[Illustration: 024] + + +{025} + +[Illustration: 025] + + +{026} + +[Illustration: 026] + + +{027} + +[Illustration: 027] + + +{028} + +[Illustration: 028] + + +{029} + +[Illustration: 029] + + +{030} + +[Illustration: 030] + + +{031} + +[Illustration: 031] + + +{032} + +[Illustration: 032] + + +{033} + +[Illustration: 033] + + +{034} + +[Illustration: 034] + + +{035} + +[Illustration: 035] + + +{036} + +[Illustration: 036] + + +{037} + +[Illustration: 037] + + +{038} + +[Illustration: 038] + + +{039} + +[Illustration: 039] + + +{040} + +[Illustration: 040] + + +{041} + +[Illustration: 041] + + +{042} + +[Illustration: 042] + + +{043} + +[Illustration: 043] + + +{044} + +[Illustration: 044] + + +{045} + +[Illustration: 045] + + +{046} + +[Illustration: 046] + + +{047} + +[Illustration: 047] + + +{048} + +[Illustration: 048] + + +{049} + +[Illustration: 049] + + +{050} + +[Illustration: 050] + + +{051} + +[Illustration: 051] + + +{052} + +[Illustration: 052] + + +{053} + +[Illustration: 053] + + +{054} + +[Illustration: 054] + + +{055} + +[Illustration: 055] + + +{056} + +[Illustration: 056] + + +{057} + +[Illustration: 057] + + +{058} + +[Illustration: 058] + + +{059} + +[Illustration: 059] + + +{060} + +[Illustration: 060] + + +{061} + +[Illustration: 061] + + +{062} + +[Illustration: 062] + + +{063} + +[Illustration: 063] + + +{064} + +[Illustration: 064] + + +{065} + +[Illustration: 065] + + +{066} + +[Illustration: 066] + + +{067} + +[Illustration: 067] + + +{068} + +[Illustration: 068] + + +{069} + +[Illustration: 069] + + +{070} + +[Illustration: 070] + + +{071} + +[Illustration: 071] + + +{072} + +[Illustration: 072] + + +{073} + +[Illustration: 073] + + +{074} + +[Illustration: 074] + + +{075} + +[Illustration: 075] + + +{076} + +[Illustration: 076] + + +{077} + +[Illustration: 077] + + +{078} + +[Illustration: 078] + + +{079} + +[Illustration: 079] + + +{080} + +[Illustration: 080] + + +{081} + +[Illustration: 081] + + +{082} + +[Illustration: 082] + + +{083} + +[Illustration: 083] + + +{084} + +[Illustration: 084] + + +{085} + +[Illustration: 085] + + +{086} + +[Illustration: 086] + + +{087} + +[Illustration: 087] + + +{088} + +[Illustration: 088] + + +{089} + +[Illustration: 089] + + +{090} + +[Illustration: 090] + + +{091} + +[Illustration: 091] + + +{092} + +[Illustration: 092] + + +{093} + +[Illustration: 093] + + +{094} + +[Illustration: 094] + + +{095} + +[Illustration: 095] + + +{096} + +[Illustration: 096] + + +{097} + +[Illustration: 097] + + +{098} + +[Illustration: 098] + + +{099} + +[Illustration: 099] + + +{100} + +[Illustration: 100] + + +{101} + +[Illustration: 101] + + +{102} + +[Illustration: 102] + + +{103} + +[Illustration: 103] + + +{104} + +[Illustration: 104] + + +{105} + +[Illustration: 105] + + +{106} + +[Illustration: 106] + + +{107} + +[Illustration: 107] + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44815.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44815.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..441e5a2c9b83c87dbc933646975900314cbbf7ef --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44815.txt @@ -0,0 +1,624 @@ + + +[Illustration: + + _THE_ + Compendious Emblematist; + _OR_ + WRITING and DRAWING + made Easy, + _Amusing and Instructive_. + The Whole Engrav'd by the + BEST HANDS + + W. 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Bellamy] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ ANT. + +DILIGENCE, FRUGALITY.] + + +The Ant. + + Who can observe th' industrious Frugal Ant + And not provide in Time for future Want? + +Application. + +Industry is All in All. + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ Butter-fly. + +VANITY and SELF-CONCEIT.] + + +The Butter-fly + + What is the gawdy Butter-fly?... At best + A worthless Caterpillar richly drest. + +Application. + +All is not Gold that glitters. + + + + +[Illustration: THE Crocodile. + +DISSIMULATION INFIDELITY] + + +The Crocodile. + + As the false Crocodile bemoans his Prey; + So weeps the Heir on his Sire's dying Day. + +Application. + +There is no Foe like a False Friend. + + + + +[Illustration: The Dog. + +VIGILANCE and FIDELITY.] + + +THE DOG. + + The Dog that's true and watchful in his Kind, + With Love and Gratitude should fire our Mind. + +APPLICATION. + +Adversity is the Touchstone of Friendship. + + + + +[Illustration: The Eagle. + +HONOUR and AMBITION.] + + +THE EAGLE. + + As Eagles, if well taught, ascend the Skies; + So Youth, by Dint of Education rise. + +APPLICATION. + +Manners make the Man. + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ Fox. + +HYPOCRISY and PROPHANESS.] + + +THE FOX. + + When the Fox preaches, 'tis the Geese he wants: + So Hypocrites for Gain turn formal Saints. + +APPLICATION. + +There is no Guard against an Impostor + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ GRASS HOPPER. + +INDOLENCE and INACTIVITY.] + + +THE Grass-hopper. + + In Mirth the Grass-hopper spends all the Spring, + But is a giddy, thoughtless, lazy Thing. + +Application. + +Indolence is the Inlet to all Misfortunes. + + + + +[Illustration: _THE HEN_ + +PARENTAL INDULGENCE.] + + +_THE_ Hen. + + The Hen and ev'ry Bird that flies at large, + Instructs each Female in a Parent's Charge. + +Application. + +No Nurse like the indulgent Mother. + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ Jay. + +The PLAGUES of WEDLOCK.] + + +_THE_ JAY + + The Jay is for his noisy Nonsense priz'd, + But the loud female Tatler is despis'd. + +Application. + +No Torment like a wedded Shrew. + + + + +[Illustration: The KITE. + +TYRANNY and OPPRESSION.] + + +_THE_ KITE. + + As Kites without Remorse devour their Prey; + So Tyrants take their Subjects Lives away. + +Application. + +Might for the most part overcomes Right. + + + + +[Illustration: THE _LAMB_ + +RURAL PASTIME.] + + +THE LAMB + + The harmless Lamb that in the Meadow plays, + The Picture of true Innocence displays. + +Application + +Chearfulness is the constant Attendant on Innocence + + + + +[Illustration: _The_ MERMAID + +The FATAL CHARMER.] + + +THE MERMAID, + + Sweet is the Mermaid's Voice and fair her Face, + But certain Death attends her Soft Embrace. + +Application + +Beauty without Virtue is a painted Sepulchre. + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ Nightingale. + +The Charms of Solitude.] + + +_THE_ Nightingale. + + When Philomela warbles through the Grove, + All Nature Smiles, and the Whole World's in Love. + +APPLICATION + +The Charms of Music are irresistible + + + + +[Illustration: _THE_ Ostrich. + +PARENTAL NEGLIGENCE.] + + +_THE_ Ostrich. + + The thoughtless Ostrich drops her Eggs, nor cares + Who tramples on, or who her Offspring rears. + +APPLICATION. + +Hard-hearted Parents are worse than Infidels. + + + + +[Illustration: _The_ PELICAN. + +The true PATRIOT.] + + +The PELICAN. + + The tender Pelican well pleas'd, will bleed, + Whilst her Sick Young Ones on her Vitals feed. + +APPLICATION. + +A good King is the Darling of his Subjects. + + + + +[Illustration: The QUAIL. + +DIVINE BENEFICENCE.] + + +The QUAIL. + + The Jews by Miracle were fed with Quails: + Who prays, and puts his Trust in Heav'n prevails. + +APPLICATION. + +God's Providence is over all his Creatures. + + + + +[Illustration: The ROSE + +TRANSIENT ENJOYMENTS.] + + +_THE_ ROSE. + + The lovely Rose Strikes ev'ry Eye To-Day; + But e'er To-Morrow dawns her Charms decay. + +APPLICATION. + +Beauty is a fair but fading Flower. + + + + +[Illustration: A SHIP in a STORM + +CIVIL DISCORD.] + + +A Ship in a Storm. + + As Ships by Tempests driv'n on Rocks are tost, + So Kingdoms are by Civil Discords lost + +APPLICATION. + +Factions too often ruine the most potent States. + + + + +[Illustration: The TURTLE-DOVE. + +Connubial AFFECTION.] + + +The TURTLE-DOVE. + + In constant Friendship and connubial Love, + We learn our Duty from the Turtle Dove + +APPLICATION. + +A virtuous Wife is an inestimable Treasure + + + + +[Illustration: The VULTUR. + +VIOLENCE and INJUSTICE.] + + +The VULTUR + + As greedy Vulturs prey upon the Heart, + So conscious Guilt creates incessant Smart. + +APPLICATION. + +Conscious Guilt is the Emphasis of Hell. + + + + +[Illustration: The WAR HORSE. + +COURAGE and CONQUEST.] + + +_THE_ War-Horse. + + Fearless the War-horse, to the Battle flies, + And Hero-like, or vanquishes or dies. + +_APPLICATION._ + +The Virtuous Man is always intrepid + + + + +[Illustration: XERXES. + +PRIDE and FOLLY.] + + +XERXES. + + Xerxes to shew his Folly and his pride, + To bind the Hellespont in Fetters try'd. + +Application. + +Pride was never made for Man. + + + + +[Illustration: YOUTH. + +HARMLESS PASTIMES.] + + +YOUTH. + + As Lands, if unmanur'd, to Ruin run; + So Youth, if once misguided, are undone. + +Application. + +Ill Habits, once contracted, can seldom be remov'd. + + + + +[Illustration: _A_ ZEALOT. + +PAPAL BARBARITY.] + + +A ZEALOT. + + Religion is a pure and Spotless Dame; + But Zeal, misguided, is a furious Flame. + +Application + +Bigotry is the Parent of Enthusiasm. + + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Obvious missing periods were replaced. + +Subscriber's names, the unusual order of the names was retained. For +example, "Goddard" coming before "Duill" and "Faden" coming after +"Fulling." + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44898.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44898.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d21bdc1ee619e22b92e8b77927a95eaa09220d82 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg44898.txt @@ -0,0 +1,612 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note: + + Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have + been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. + + + + + [Illustration] + + O, I AM PRINCE OF THE INKY IMPS + AND KING OF THE BLOTTENTOT CREW; + MY ANCESTREE HAS A PEDIGREE + OF A ROYAL PURPLISH HUE. + + ONCE MY LOT WAS A DARK BLUE SPOT + FLIPPED ON A MILK-WHITE SEA, + A CREASE AND A FOLD--AND A BUCCANEER BOLD + OUT JUMPED--AND THAT WAS ME! + + + + + BLOTTENTOTS + AND HOW TO MAKE THEM + + BY + JOHN PROSPER CARMEL + + [Illustration: + + If you've never made a + Blottentot + This book will help you + quite a lot!] + + PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY + SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK + + + + + Copyright, 1907, by Paul Elder & Company. + + Entered at Stationers' Hall, London. + + + + + These were made for Dymphna + + + + + [Illustration] + + +HOW TO MAKE BLOTTENTOTS + + + To make a funny Blottentot, + First take a piece of paper, + Splash on some ink, a single spot, + Crease, press, but cut no caper. + + Don't crease exactly at the blot-- + You'll have a fearful muddle; + Press gently, too, and not a lot, + Unless you want a puddle. + + With everything we humans do, + Practice makes us apter: + So start at once, you'll find it true + At the end of your first chapter. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A FLIT-FLIT FLITTER + + + In the realms of wonderland + Such flies do gaily flitter, + But when they're just a blot of ink + Of course they cannot glitter. + + They flitter, flutter round about, + These Flitter-Flitter-Flitters, + O'er dewy flow'ry sunny meads, + The lightest, brightest critters. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A GOBBLE-ME-UP + + + Weedy, greedy Gobble-Me-Up, + Your mouth is a fearful size. + Do you live on little girls and boys, + Or merely cakes and pies? + + + + + [Illustration] + + +TWO BUCKING NIGHTMARES + + + Two bucking nightmares ran out to neigh, + Thinking it night, but found it day, + So took to their heels in sore dismay,-- + I'm 'fraid they still are running away. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +STRANGE BUT TRUE + + + Now it seems to be scarcely credible, + A difficult thing to think, + That such a strange grotesquerie + Was pressed from a drop of ink. + + But word for word I tell you, + As true as word can be, + That in its making there was naught + But the blindest chancerie. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +LAW-MAKERS + + + Tom and Johnny Make-the-law, + Talkative and lazy, + Standing on a Thingumajig + Comical and crazy. + You are just a pair of Imps, + With but one leg that badly limps. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +MISTRESS NELL + + + Gadzooks, Nell Gwynne! + How did you get in? + Did you walk or were you brought + in your chair? + Your dress is perfection + To the smallest section + Of stomacher, quilting and hair. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A PROFESSIONAL TIFF + + + Said Dr. Spindleshanks, + "I'll stand no silly pranks!" + "You're nothing but a prig!" + Said Dr. Funnywig. + Then, making each a face, + They went off at a pace. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +SAFE AT A DISTANCE + + + You big Bugaboo! + We didn't want you, + But really now that you've come, + If you keep far away + We'll permit you to stay, + Just as long you keep quite dumb. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +TEENY AND TINY + + + Teeny and Tiny Pugnoses + Have discovered two beautiful roses, + But the stems are so tall + They can't reach them at all, + Though they stand on the tips + of their toeses. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +IMPISH + + + You can see by the look of this + big-footed Sprite, + That just the one thing that + affords him delight + Is to give a high jump and land + on your toe, + On the very same spot where + the biggest corns grow. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A LITTLE GRASS MIDGET + + + This is a little grass Midget, + As you know a most terrible fidget. + For a month every year + He makes it quite clear + That he is a little grass Midget. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +SIAMESE TWINS? + + + I hope they're on pegs, + Because if they're legs, + They are altogether shocking. + They have no feet, + And almost meet, + And haven't the sign of a stocking. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A KANGAR-ROOSTER-ROO + + + Why, here's our dear old hopper, + Our Kangar-rooster-roo! + And seeing he's such a whopper, + I'll certainly not say "Shoo"! + + Then there are two, you see, + So I'd better hold my peace, + Or they may sit on me + And leave me a crumpled crease. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A SURPRISE + + + A Squidgeecumsquee + Got up in a tree, + And found another-- + The fac simile. + "Oh dear! oh my!" + He said jumping high, + "It's surely my brother-- + What a horrible guy!" + + + + + [Illustration] + + +CONSIDERATE + + + "You jump over to me," said Sue. + "I wish you would come to me," + said Loo; + "As sure as I jump + I'll kick that stump, + So really I'd rather let you." + + + + + [Illustration] + + +RISKY + + + Now this is just the funniest rogue, + A Brownie as black as ink, + And what he's doing perched up there, + I'm sure I cannot think. + + He's holding his arms like a pair of sails; + Perhaps he's trying to fly. + Let's hope he won't be playing that game + When you and I pass by. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +DOGGEREL + + + Here are the strangest pair of dogs, + What sort I cannot tell, + But judging by their noses sharp + They have the sense of smell. + + Their tails are very, very long,-- + But does it really matter? + By the very way they stare and start + They're mad as any hatter. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A WARNING + + + Are these Quumps or Zagabogs, + Golliwogs or Quees? + Anyhow, you'd best look out,-- + They're just about to sneeze! + + + + + [Illustration] + + +THE LATEST DISCOVERY + + + I've just discovered a marvelous way + Of making these Blottentots mottled and gray; + If you promise you never will show any one + I'll tell you the secret of how it is done. + + Take two bottles of ink, one thick and one thin, + Of different blacks, and dip your pen in; + From each splash a drop at the very same spot, + Then do as before, only pressing a lot. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +SORRY GRIGS + + + What makes these little Grigs so sad? + They're standing most dejected. + Have they been up to something bad + And in it got detected? + + + + + [Illustration] + + +LANKY DOODLE + + + Lanky Doodle came to town + Without his little pony, + Stuck a feather in his hat + With bits of macaroni. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +THE DANCE + + + Jingle your bells and your tambourine + For just such a dance as you never have seen; + Such swishing of skirts, and glancing of feet, + Such bowing and parting, then running to meet; + So jingle your bells and your tambourine, + And keep them a-dancing from morning till e'en. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +LOOK OUT FOR HIM! + + + He's flying in the air, + So you are safe and sound; + But you had better skip + When he lights upon the ground. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +MACBETH + +Act I, Scene I. + + + "When shall we 'two' meet again-- + In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" + "When the hurly-burly's done, + When the battle's lost and won." + + + + + [Illustration] + + +PERPLEXING + + + A queer little wight, + Very strangely dight, + Looked so much like his brother, + That, believe me, it's true, + No one ever knew + How to tell one from t'other. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +MERELY ACCIDENTAL + + + Such angular shapes + In such beautiful capes + Are the silliest contradiction, + But they simply "came," + So I'm not to blame; + With Blottentots there's no restriction. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +BIRDS OF A FEATHER + + + "Now really it is shocking!" irately said + Miss B, + "To think that you are mocking and + making fun of me. + You have your wings and rufflings + the very same as I, + So you need not turn your nose up, + with a twinkle in your eye." + + + + + [Illustration] + + +A DE-DUCK-TION + + + Pluck + A duck + Of a wing. + Alack! + He'll quack, + And not sing. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +AN OVERSIGHT + + + Two Rabbits met and shook hands one day + In the gravest possible kind of a way. + But what was the cause of their serious mien + From our picture is not very easily seen. + They'd been jollier far if they'd stopped to sup + The honeyed mead from the buttercup. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +QUITE THE THING + + + Words fail + To detail, + I can only smile. + Your salute + Is cute + And just perfect style. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +QUAINT AND QUEER + + + Quaint and Queer, + A funny pair, + The funniest you could see, + Met one day + In a strange array, + The strangest that could be. + + Each stood and stared + As if he feared + That he would get a poke; + But laughed to find + The other kind, + And thought it all a joke. + + + + + [Illustration] + + +FINIS + + + Before, I had some Cassowaries, + Now I have two Dromedaries. + So just to leave some shapes for you, + I'll doff my cap and say adieu. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45066.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45066.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..660baec0d2c23aad1b2b3fa63c7895a0ee4172c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45066.txt @@ -0,0 +1,397 @@ + + +MRS. LEARY'S COW + +A LEGEND OF CHICAGO + +By C. C. Hine + +New York + +1872 + +Presented By The Black River Insurance Co., Watertown, N. Y. + + +[Illustration: 001] + +[Illustration: 002] + + +[Shortly after the Chicago fire, there appeared a dismal-looking +photograph card of this celebrated bovine, on the reverse of which +was printed this remarkable legend: + + + + +"ORIGIN OF THE CHICAGO FIRE. + +"On the other side of this card will be found a life-like picture of +Mrs. Leary and the cow that kicked over the lamp that caused the great +fire in Chicago. + +"Mrs. Leary got her living by selling milk; she had five cows, +and kept them in her barn on De Koven street, on the west side +of the river. A neighbor woman called on her for a pint of milk +at nine o'clock Sunday night, October 8th, and Mrs. Leary, having +sold all she had, went to the barn with her lamp to make a further +draft on her best cow. The cow, as seen by the picture, being a +spirited animal, became indignant at the attempt, kicked over +the lamp, setting the barn on fire, and thus inaugurated the +greatest fire the world has ever seen."] + + + + +MRS. LEARY'S COW. + + +|THIS is the Cow, at the Leary back gate, + +Where she stood on the night of October the 8, + +[Illustration: 003] + +With her old crumpled horn and belligerent hoof, + +Warning all "neighbor women" to keep well aloof. + +Ah! this is the cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + + + +|THIS is Chicago, all blasted and burned, + + +The Paradise whither insurance men turned; + +But from which they now bring sad faces away, + +Sorely vexed with the losses they're called on to pay, + +Since the fire-fiend encircled the city that day. + +And they swear at the cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + +[Illustration: 004] + + + +|THIS is the Frame Range of best northern pine, + +The banquet on which hungry flames love to dine, + +Which agents so oft manage _not_ to decline, + +But write (in their slop-bowls) a "moderate line," + +Because--don't you see--the commish is so fine. + +[Illustration: 005] + +Ha! this is the range which delighted to carry + +The passenger flames o'er the devil's own ferry, + +And utilize mischief by spreading it faster + +Than men could compete with the fearful disaster. + + + +How sad and how strange are the memories now + +Which hang round the heels of that old Leary cow-- + +That wretched old cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + + + +|THIS is the Company, gloomy and glum, + +Which admits that it has some few (?) losses, yes _some!_ + +But its officers think their best motto is "mum," + +As they stroke their gray chins and look wise and sing dumb; + +[Illustration: 006] + +While inside they are praying, "Good Lord, please deliver + +Our souls from the fear of old Miller's receiver." + +And they view with the most acrimonious hate + +That regurgitant cow at O'Leary's back gate, + +As she stood on the night of October the 8, + +When she kicked at the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + + + +|THIS is the Statement the Company made: + +(Directors and Officers thickly arrayed, + +To soften the jar as they strike the up grade, + +Where the millions of losses will have to be paid.) + +"Our agency records, we deeply regret, + +Are burned at Chicago, are out in the wet, + +Or else there is, h--m, there is some slight impediment, + +Some something-or-other, some sand or some sediment + +Has got in the keyhole, disordered the lock, + +Or razeed the dividends, watered the stock, + +Or some trifling thing not yet quite in sight; + +But the _Company_, sir, is all right, is all right; + +[Illustration: 007] + +Our surplus is safe, and our stock is intact, + +Our losses are all reinsured--why, in fact, + +We never, in all our official career, + +Felt more gay and festive, more full of good cheer. + +Just put up the rates and go on with the biz, + +These losses will all be arranged with a whiz. + +The thing we will have straightened out in a jiffy, + +And the next that you'll hear will be ten per cent, divvy." + + + +But you ought to have seen them when, in the back room, + +They poured out anathemas like a mill-flume + +On that old Leary cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + +[Illustration: 008] + + + +|THIS is November, a month from the fire; + +And the ascertained losses reach higher and higher. + +As the figures go up the long faces go down, + +Till the month-ago-boaster appears like a clown. + +The trick of deception is voted a sham; + +The people say _fraud_, and the agents say --------, + +And the grim old receivers call round for the keys, + +The assets, the papers, the books, if you please. + +[Illustration: 009] + +Of all unwelcome things that this world ever saw, + +The bitterest is a compulsory _craw_. + +For a large-swelling dignity, proud and high born, + +Who claims that his status is bright as the morn, + +To get down and meekly acknowledge the corn, + +And squeeze himself through the small end of a horn, + +Suggests that a little less premature crowing, + +A little more system, a little more knowing, + +Some better kept books and more accurate showing, + +Are best, in the long run, for our underwriters, + +To save them the sneers and the jeers of backbiters, + +The scoffs of the public, the quips of the writers, + +And a toss from the cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + +[Illustration: 010] + + + +|THIS is the Claimant, so pure and so mild, + +With his heart and his manners as bland as a child, + +Whose amiability never is riled, + +And whose modest demands with his loss proofs are filed. + + + +His property cost, as he shows from his deeds, + +A sum which ten thousand times over exceeds + +The mite of insurance for which he now pleads. + +His goods, to be sure, they were mostly sold out; + +His building within was a shell, and without + +Was veneered with cheap stone, or thin iron, or grout; + +But _his word_, bless my soul! who could harbor a doubt, + +Its truthfulness or its exactness about? + +So he pockets his funds, and he rolls up his eyes, + +This mild-mannered man, with a cheerful surprise; + +And he rubs his two hands with an innocent glee, + +Which would do, I am sure, your heart good for to see, + +As he _blesses_ the cow with the crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago! + + + +|THIS is an Adjuster! Now open your eyes. + + +A man who the trade of rapacity plies! + +[Illustration: 011] + +He will cut down your claims, he will cut up your proofs, + +He will riddle your case through its warps and its woofs. + +And search all your houses from cellars to roofs + +For a sliver by which he may fasten a quibble + +And curtail your claim to a bite or a nibble. + +And then when you think he is ready for payment + +He will make you regret you were ever a claimant, + +By charging you discount for those sixty days, + +Or vexing you further with needless delays. + +These awful adjusters! they should be ashamed + +To ply a vocation so loudly defamed. + +[Illustration: 012] + +"What's the good of insurance if not to pay losses? + +And why all these questions, and bothers and crosses? + +And why are we hampered and why are we checked? + +Insurers can claim (if you'll only reflect) + +No rights which it is not _our_ right to reject; + +No rights which the people are bound to respect. + +They must smile and be patient, and out with their purses, + +And take what we give them, our kicks or our curses; + +Bow down to the cow with the old crumpled horn + +That kicked over the lamp that set fire to the barn + +That caused the Great Fire in Chicago!" + + + +|THIS is Insurance. Now, satire, farewell! + + +For the woes which the fire-stricken city befel, + +Must have rung like the clang of a destiny knell, + +[Illustration: 013] + +Through the years of prostration and clog and delay, + +Which would drag unsupportable all the sad way, + +Through which her redemption and rising must lay, + +Had Insurance not sped, like an angel that brings + +Relief in her hands and delight on her wings. + + + +All honor we give to the craft that we love; + +It has for its motto the word from above; + +The word spoken erst by omnipotent love. + +_The burdens of each_ in Insurance we bear, + +And its benefits all its participants share. + +[Illustration: 014] + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45067.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45067.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..64743cdf408d5b5dd1508bf521d26b2cc10b4203 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45067.txt @@ -0,0 +1,518 @@ + + +NEW HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. + +AN ORIGINAL AMERICAN VERSION. + +By L. Whitehead, Sr. + +Designs by H. L. Stephens and G. G. White. + +NEW YORK: + +Beadle and Company, Publishers, 118 William Street + +1865 + +[Illustration: 001] + +[Illustration: 007] + + +TO THOSE, + +WHO, + +LOVING THEIR BELOVED WELL, + +LOVE THEIR + +COUNTRY NONE THE LESS, + +THIS WEDDING + +OF THE OLD AND THE NEW + +IS ADDRESSED: + +TO THOSE, + +WHO, + +LOVING THE RIGHT AND TRUE, + +HATING WRONG + +AND, + +SCORNING ALL SUBSERVIENCY TO PRIDE, + +THIS TRIBUTE + +TO + +PATRIOTISM AND FREE LABOR + +IS DEDICATED. + + + +|This is Jack, the Laborer. + +He has worked with his muscles, his brain and his pen, + +For ages, to ransom the children of men. + +Reformer in politics, morals, and law, + +The noblest example the world ever saw. + +The true type of progress for each generation, + +He works out his problems in every nation. + +For every man he does what he can, + +And never diverges one jot from his plan; + +He lays his foundation in human equality, + +And this, he affirms, is the only right polity. + +To old Plymouth Rock, with the Pilgrims he came, + +And the wilderness echoed the notes of his fame; + +And he worked with a will, till the top-stone was laid, + +In the Temple of Freedom, the house he had made. + + +[Illustration: 010] + + + +|A tenement House, on a National plan, + +So Jack had designed, ere the House he began; + +And so deep, and so wide did he lay the foundation, + +That it took half the continent for its location. + +No matter; the larger the better, thought Jack, + +For millions of Freemen will soon find the track + +Of Human Redemption out here in the West, + +Where, free from oppression, the weary may rest. + +So, up went the Pillars, from ocean to ocean, + +And, out spread the Roof-Tree midst wildest commotion; + +A glorious banner then waved from its dome! + +And Liberty shouted: "This, _this_ is my home!" + + +[Illustration: 006] + + + +|The freedom of Labor, the freedom of Speech, + +Is the gift of the nation, to all and to each; + +While, to worship his God, in the way he may choose, + +Is secured by law, to both Gentiles and Jews. + +A plow-boy may rise to the highest position, + +And sanctify effort in every condition. + +Truth, virtue, and knowledge, with science and art, + +Each ply their vocation, some gift to impart, + +That all may contribute, each one in his measure, + +A tithe of his wealth to the national treasure. + + +[Illustration: 016] + + + +|He entered the Temple, a thief in disguise, + +And he glared on the treasure, with envious eyes; + +He flew at Free Labor, with terrible spite, + +And thought to destroy its charms with a bite; + +With the jaws of Oppression he snapped quick and fast, + +And Slavery's poison around him he cast; + +Free speech, nor free press, nor a free institution, + +Escaped the vile curse of the creature's pollution; + +So the Rat he grew fat on the plenty around him, + +And thought he had triumphed: the rascal! confound him! + + +[Illustration: 018] + + + +|Some said that it was not a Rat, they were sure, + +But an angel of mercy, to comfort God's poor-- + +Sent hither, by Heaven, to do its decrees, + +And serve the exclusives, the great F. F. Y. V.; + +But the Cat declared plainly, with old-fashioned truth, + +That he knew 'twas a rat, by its venomous tooth; + +He had seen it in Egypt, in England and France, + +Yea, all o'er the world it had led him a dance; + +And now, having found him again on his track, + +Out! out! went his claws, and up! up! went his back; + +His hairs stood like bristles, and he wag'd his huge tail, + +As a farmer swings round him his old-fashioned flail; + +One bound and one grip, and the Rat was "non est," + +For Tabby too tightly his throttle had pressed! + + +[Illustration: 020] + + + +|A quarrelsome, snarling, aristocrat cur, + +'Way down in the South, you may safely infer, + +Disgusted with Tabby, now raised quite a fuss, + +And blustered and swore he would kick up a muss; + +He foamed at the mouth, and he shouted "Secession!" + +Till curdom reechoed the hateful expression. + +At length so excited the whiffet became, + +It was thought by his friends that the dog was insane! + +But, when he saw pussy his rage knew no limit; + +It drove him stark mad in the very same minute; + +He vowed with the shackles of Slavery to bind her, + +And worried the Cat wheresoe'er he could find her. + +Nay, more: in his madness, with fire and with sword, + +He swore not to stop till the last drop was poured, + +From the cup of his fury, on Temple and Nation + +And Moloch rejoiced in the horrid oblation. + + +[Illustration: 022] + + + +|Of American breed, and the purest extraction, + +She roamed o'er the pasture, and cared not a fraction + +What Cow, beside her, cropped the rich, flowery mead, + +Or drank of the stream which her thirst had relieved; + +'Twas nothing to her how many, beside her, + +Partook of the good Heaven had not denied her! + +Sheep, Horses and Oxen--nay, even the Ass, + +Though Southern, was welcome to crop the sweet grass. + +With such a fine temper her coat was like silk, + +And she yielded the richest abundance of milk. + +Now it happened, one day, that the ill-favored hound + +Was worrying pussy, who refuge had found + +Near the Cow, who good-naturedly looked up, to view + +What was passing--as cows very naturally do-- + +When she saw at a glance the true state of the case, + +And she told the Dog plainly he'd soon end his race + +Unless he desisted to torture and plot + +The ruin of each beast in the National Lot. + +But the Dog was transformed! and a demon was there, + +Incarnate and hidden, beneath the whelp's hair; + +Divinity issued its fiat of Fate, + +And the dog-fiend stood ready to launch forth its hate. + +With demoniac rage, and a terrible roar, + +That none but a fiend ever uttered before, + +He sprung to his work of destruction and death, + +Intending to finish it up with a breath! + +But the Cow made a bow at the game he was trying, + +Put her horns to his ribs, and then--sent him up-flying! + + +[Illustration: 024] + + + +|No marvel that sorrow and sadness oppress her-- + +That the loss of her loved ones should grieve and distress her; + +Or that, like Rachel of old, with her desolate lot, + +She refuses all comfort because they are not: + +She weeps for the thousands led out to the slaughter, + +Whose life-blood hath flowed as a fountain of water. + +"What tho' the base cohorts of treason are routed? + +"What tho' the false claims of disunion are scouted? + +"My brothers, my kinsmen, oh, where have they fled?" + +Thus the maiden forlorn vents her grief for the dead. + +Lift thy head, thou fair Goddess of Liberty! See! + +The Temple is saved by the _blood_ of the Free! + +And sanctified over, a thousand times more, + +With the blood-sprinkled Seal on the posts of the door-- + +A sweet-smelling savor of incense divine, + +For the Holy of Holies, the Patriot's shrine. + +Now draw the rich nourishment freely, sweet maid! + +Immense as the cost is, do not be afraid; + +The stream inexhaustible, now, at thy will, + +Shall flow like a river, the Temple to fill, + +And the world shall acknowledge that Freemen can keep, + +With dignified firmness, the harvest they reap! + + +[Illustration: 026] + + + +|The wonder is, not that he's tattered and torn-- + +That his garments are faded, and ragged, and worn-- + +That his features are bronzed, and his visage is marred-- + +That his limbs are all bruised, and his body all scarred; + +The wonder is, how, in such terrible strife, + +He has struggled so nobly and come out with life. + +But the heaven-born instinct that nerved his brave spirit + +A Temple to build, for the Free to inherit, + +Inspired him with courage, enduring and true, + +That Temple to save and its foes to subdue; + +And he vowed that his work forever should be + +Preserved and respected, blest, happy, and free! + +At the cost of much blood, and his doublet and hose, + +(For a man is a _man_, in despite of torn clothes,) + +Jack has labored, and suffered, by day and by night, + +For he knew that his cause was just, holy, and right: + +The Goddess of Liberty smiled through her tears, + +As her brave-hearted champion so war-worn appears; + +And with mingled emotions of sadness and bliss, + +She embraced her young Hero, and--gave him a kiss! + + +[Illustration: 028] + + + +|He comes, and his advent betokens the fate + +That Despots and Tyrants all trembling await. + +He comes! and the clank of the chains as they fall + +From the captive, proclaim him the Savior of all! + +He comes! and the doors of the prison fly open, + +And the bond are set free by the word he hath spoken! + +He comes! and before him all darkness and night + +Flee away at his presence! for He _is_ the Light! + +The altar is raised, and the priest is at hand, + +All shaven and shorn, at the altar to stand; + +And now, through the land, the whole nation rejoices; + +As the sound of great waters they lift up their voices! + +A marriage! a marriage! a wedding so rare + +The world never saw; and such a glorious pair! + +No emperor or king--no hero of old, + +Though decked in the treasures of purple and gold, + +Could compare in his royalty, splendor and pride, + +To the patriot Workingman claiming his bride. + +No queen, though her form should be peerless in grace-- + +Though the smile of a seraph illumined her face-- + +Could compare with sweet Liberty, matchless, divine, + +As she stood in her loveliness there at the shrine; + +And angels smiled down from their home in the skies, + +And the bowed ones of earth wiped the tears from their eyes, + +And the spirits of patriots rejoiced to behold + +The dream of their labors so brightly unfold. + +A Union! A Union! that nothing shall sever! + +Free Labor and Liberty wedded forever! + +The priest at his labors, by word and by deed, + +In active benevolence none could exceed; + +In season and out, at all times of the year, + +If his presence was needed he'd surely be there. + +He would weep with the mourner, rejoice with the gay, + +And help, with a blessing, the poor on their way. + +Untiring, incessant, he grudged every minute + +That kept him from work--for his heart, it was in it! + +The lark was too late with its carol so sweet, + +As it soared in the morning the sunshine to greet; + +The priest could not slumber so long on his bed, + +For he knew that his Master had not, for his head, + +A pillow to rest on; and _he_ would not dare + +To refuse, in degree, his privations to share. + +But listen! The cock, with a shrill chanticleer, + +Proclaims, by his voice, that the dawning is near. + +Awake, Priest, awake! To thy labors once more! + +Away to the Temple, God's grace to implore + +On the day--on the nuptials--and on this great nation, + +Thus gathered to witness the New Life's celebration! + +The shouts of the multitude sound through the air; + +The bells peal their echo to hearts far and near; + +Haste, haste to the altar--thy vesture gird on! + +A nation of freemen to-day are new-born, + +And the clarion of fame sends the tidings afar, + +That the Right with the Might are triumphant: + +Hurrah! + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's New House That Jack Built, by L. Whitehead + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45072.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45072.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1fccb563815b3fd3e97e7206a4d0e2cae12be242 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45072.txt @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ + + +HOW WE ROBBED MEXICO IN 1848 + +By Robert H. Howe + +1916 + + +[Illustration: 001] + + + +|THERE is one page of our own history that our historians pass over +lightly and to which America cannot point with any feeling of pride, +but only with shame and disgrace. I refer to the Mexican war. When the +causes and results of that war are studied it can be readily understood +why the Mexicans hate us and why the rest of the South American +republics view us with suspicion. + +Prior to the Mexican war the Nation was divided over the question of +chattel slavery. That form of property had been abolished north of the +Ohio river and Mason and Dixon line, but altho the South was still in +the saddle, it felt that its seat was by no means secure. At that time +the Nation consisted of 28 states, 14 of them free and 14 slave. States +were admitted to the Union practically in pairs--one free and one slave +state being admitted at the same time. This kept the United States +Senate equally divided. But the more rapid growth of the population in +the free states of the north threatened the political supremacy of the +slave holding power. Wisconsin was applying for admission, and further +west Minnesota, Dakota, Kansas and Nebraska loomed up as future free +states. Louisiana, admitted in 1812, was the western limit of slave +territory. Beyond Louisiana lay Mexico. Adventurers not only permitted, +but encouraged by the slave power, entered Mexico and joined in a +revolt against Mexico, and Texas was declared an independent state. +Negotiations were immediately begun, looking to the annexation of Texas +with the intention of dividing it into four states, and thus securing +the South with a new lease of power. + +Upon its admission a conflict with Mexico arose over its western +boundary--Mexico claimed that the Nueces river was the dividing line, +while the United States claimed the territory to the Rio Grande. This +left a strip about 150 miles wide as debatable ground. Here was a +question that could easily have been settled by diplomacy and a treaty +drawn up and the War of 1848 prevented. But the American army invaded +the disputed territory and was met by resistance by the Mexicans-a +number were killed and wounded and the rest compelled to surrender. The +war spirit always lying dormant in some people was lashed into a frenzy +by such public declarations as "Our country has been invaded," "American +blood has been spilled on American soil," all of which sounds strangely +familiar to us today. + + +|General U. S. Grant was a soldier in the army at this time and it +is pertinent at this point to quote the following extracts from his +Personal Memoirs: + +"There was no intimation that the removal of the troops to the border +of Louisiana was occasioned in any way by the prospective annexation +of Texas, but it was generally understood that such was the case. +_Ostensibly_ we were intended to prevent filibustering into Texas, but +really as a menace to Mexico.... And to this day I regard the war +which resulted as one of the most unjust ever waged by a stronger +against a weaker nation. It was an instance of a republic following the +bad example of European monarchies." (Vol. 1, Chapter III, page 53.) + +"The same people who, with permission of Mexico, had colonized Texas, +and afterwards set up slavery there, and then seceded as soon as they +felt strong enough to do so, offered themselves and the state to the +United States, and in 1845 the offer was accepted. _The occupation, +separation and annexation were, from the inception of the movement to +its final consummation, a conspiracy to acquire territory out of +which slave states may be formed for the American Union_. Even if the +annexation itself could be justified, the manner in which the subsequent +war _was forced upon Mexico cannot_." + +"The southern rebellion was largely the outgrowth of the Mexican war. +_Nations_, like individuals, are punished for their transgressions. We +got our punishment in the most sanguinary and expensive war of modern +times." (Vol. 1, Chapter III, pages 54-56.) + +"The presence of United States troops on the edge of the disputed +territory furthest from the Mexican settlements was not sufficient +to provoke hostilities. _We were sent to provoke a fight_, but it was +essential that Mexico should commence it. It was very doubtful whether +congress would declare war, but if Mexico should attack our troops, the +executive could announce: 'Whereas war exists, by the acts, etc.' and +prosecute the contest with vigor." (Vol. 1, Chapter IV., page 68.) + +War was declared and it ended in the complete defeat of Mexico. And +then the greed that incited the war gained full sway. The 150 miles of +debatable ground, the dispute over which brought on the war, was lost +sight of. Mexico, defeated and helpless, was forced to sign a treaty +giving to the United States not only all of Texas, which in itself is +as large as the whole German empire and New England together, but in +addition, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona and California. Is +it any wonder that the Mexicans hate us and call us "Pigs?" + +In the present agitation in America for the invasion of Mexico, +ostensibly for the purpose of establishing order or punishing a bandit +for an invasion which it has been declared on the floor of the United +States Senate was organized and financed by Americans, they see a +cleverly planned scheme of financiers to force intervention and they +know that once the army and the flag were in Mexico they would remain +permanently. They see that unless this is resisted to the death, the +ultimate fate of Mexico is to be absorbed by the colossus of the North +and her independence as a nation destroyed. + +There is abundant proof that their fears are well grounded by the record +of events that have recently occurred in Central America and the West +Indies. Some years ago Nicaragua borrowed $3,000,000 from J. P. Morgan & +Co. of New York. A revolution broke out and this was urged as an +excuse to land the marines from American warships to protect American +interests. They are still there. America has established a protectorate +over that country and the present congress has ratified a treaty and +appropriated $3,000,000 for the exclusive right to the Nicaraguan canal +route from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and it further stipulates that +the money shall be used to pay its foreign debt under the advice and +supervision of the Secretary of Treasury of the United States. + +This is an example of what is known as "dollar diplomacy." First get a +nation into debt and the rest is easy. + +United States troops are also in possession of the Republics of Hayti +and also of Santo Domingo under precisely similar conditions. The troops +were landed and took possession of the Custom Houses; in other words, of +the Nation's finances. Representatives of the United States are at the +elbow of the native officials, dictating the expenditures and in general +telling what may and may not be done. + +Porto Rico is the absolute property of the United States. Cuba is +dominated by the American tobacco and sugar trusts and cannot make any +treaty without the consent of the United States government. + +The Panama Canal strip was seized as the result of a plot formulated in +Washington and of which President Roosevelt was fully advised--American +warships were in the harbor when the so-called revolution was sprung. A +provisional government was organized and immediately recognized by the +powers at Washington; a treaty already drawn up was hastily adopted and +accepted by Washington; the troops were landed and took possession of +the ten-mile canal strip, and when the navy of Columbia, which consisted +of one small gunboat, arrived, it was confronted with the American fleet +and was helpless. All this was done within the space of forty-eight +hours. + +And this dastardly piece of land piracy was endorsed by all the +governments of Europe--Kaiser Wilhelm personally congratulated President +Roosevelt. Ten million dollars was loaned by J. P. Morgan & Co. to the +Republic of Panama and the bonds are guaranteed by the United States. + +In 1848 the dominant economic class was represented by the slave-owning, +cotton-growing element in the South. They sent troops to the border of +Mexico with the sole purpose of fomenting trouble so as to have some +valid excuse for the invasion of Mexico. They succeeded and took from +Mexico one-half of her territory. + +The dominant economic class today is represented by Banking, Railroad, +Oil, Mining and other interests and they are playing the same game that +the exploiters of chattel slaves played in 1848. To prove this is +an easy matter, all one has to do is to read a few extracts from the +current press. + + +|From the Chicago _Tribune_, June 24, 1916: INTERVENTION GROWS IN FAVOR. + +Members of Congress Fear It Is Inevitable--Favor Annexing a Part. + +* * * + +It also transpires that many senators and representatives who advocate +immediate intervention also favor annexing the northern portion of the +republic as compensation for the cost of the undertaking. . . . + +Typical expressions of opinion follow: + +Representative Rainey--Events of the week seem to make it clear that +there is no way of escaping intervention in Mexico. We have striven and +striven to get along with our neighbor, but it seems impossible. We +have on our southern border the longest boundary in existence between +a civilized and a semi-civilized nation. To police it properly would +require over 2,000,000 men. I favor taking over the northern tier of +Mexican states. + +Representative Sabath--I hope it will not be necessary to intervene, but +if we do and are forced to lose the lives of a number of men, we should +annex the country either wholly or in part. + + + +_SHOULD DO A GOOD JOB._ + +Representative Britten--If it becomes necessary to go into Mexico, +we should make a complete job of it by annexing the northern tier of +Mexican states. + +Representative Denison--If it turns out that our troops were treated +treacherously we should not hesitate to intervene. We should go +southward, taking the border with us. We should either do this or +receive a large indemnity. + +On June 24, 1916, the Chicago _American_ printed a cartoon that pictured +in the most brazen way what the capitalists intended to do, and followed +it later with an editorial from which the following extracts are taken: + +"Nothing worth while will be accomplished by occasional 'punitive +expeditions.'"... + +"The way to IMPRESS the Mexicans is to REPRESS the Mexicans. The way to +begin is to say to them: . . . + +"We are no longer planning to catch this bandit or that. We are GOING +INTO MEXICO. And as far as we GO, _we'll stay_." . . . + +"When you see an American soldier one hundred feet inside of Mexico, +you may take it to mean that ONE HUNDRED FEET ARE NO LONGER MEXICAN, BUT +UNITED STATES. + +"If you make it necessary for our soldiers to go in two hundred MILES, +you can change your geographies and add two hundred miles to the United +States. + +"In this way we hope to make you realize that it is not wise to make us +go in TOO FAR."... + +"The United States OUGHT to make one single bite of the cherry, go down +all the way, and civilize everything between the Rio Grande and the +Panama Canal. + +"The right kind of American enthusiasm will eventually DO THAT." + +March 24, 1916, Senator James Hamilton Lewis introduced the following +resolution in the Senate, recounting the fact that Villa, the "bandit," +was notoriously receiving support of both munitions and money from +Americans. + +"The text of the Lewis "treason" resolution follows: + +_Whereas_, It is known to the authorities of the United States that +funds and supplies are being furnished to the force and following of +Villa in Mexico from foreign countries, and from sources in the United +States of America, and + +_Whereas_, Such supplies and sustenance are being delivered for the +purpose of being used against the soldiers of the United States and to +oppose the authority of the United States; therefore, be it + +_Resolved_, That those who are furnishing supplies and sustenance to +the force of Villa for the purpose of opposing the United States are +the enemies of the United States, and those in the United States who are +furnishing supplies and sustenance to the said Villa forces, either of +money or provisions, arms and ammunition, are within the provision of +the laws of the United States defining treason as giving aid and comfort +to the enemies of the United States."... + +"I shall push my resolution vigorously," said Mr. Lewis, after the +splutter of Mexican debate it had caused, died away. "I may call it up +Saturday. The administration is in possession of means of information as +to the identity of the persons or corporations who have been assisting +this murderous Mexican bandit for the sake of filthy money or dirtier +politics." + +"The nation would be amazed to learn the names of some of the men of +national repute who are mixed up in the intrigue against national peace. +Many of them are noisy champions of the campaign for preparedness." + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's How We Robbed Mexico in 1848, by Robert H. Howe + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45108.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45108.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d49eeed89686b9efefe6aab53dd076ef2dc3600d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45108.txt @@ -0,0 +1,471 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original lovely illustrations. + See 45108-h.htm or 45108-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/45108/pg45108-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/45108/45108-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/ptbarnumsmenager00barn + + + + + +[Illustration: P. T. BARNUM'S MENAGERIE] + +The Publishers take pleasure in acknowledging the courtesy and aid +extended them by the Strobridge Lithographing Co. + + +P.T. BARNUM'S MENAGERIE + +Text and Illustrations Arranged for Little People by + +P· T· BARNUM + +and + +SARAH J· BURKE + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + +New York & London +White & Allen + +Copyright, 1888, by White & Allen. + +Lith. By G. H. Buek & Co. N. Y. + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +WITH THE ANIMALS. + + +My dear children, unless you have been fortunate enough to be taken to +the menagerie by some grown-up friend, somebody who would patiently +answer all your questions, and tell you all about the bewitchingly +horrible animals in the cages, and into whose arms you might run when +they growled and looked fierce, I do not think you can know the joy of +Tom, Trixie and Gay as they entered the menagerie with Mr. Barnum. + +Trixie hugged his right arm tight, as usual, Gay kept fast hold of his +left hand, while Tom was so anxious to miss no part of the show that +he did not know that he was walking so clumsily as to put Mr. Barnum's +toes in danger; and, notwithstanding they were such old chums, I fancy +he was more than once tempted to say to the boy, "Tom, you are as +awkward as a grizzly bear!" + +[Illustration] + +At the sight of the zebra, Gay laughed aloud. "He is knitted all in +stripes--he is made of garters!" she said; and she thought the gnu +looked like a wild bull "in front," but when he turned round she said +he was a horse. + +And oh! you should have heard the buffalo snort at Gay! "He wants +to make a meal of baby," said Tom, but the truth was a man had been +teasing him with a cane, and when a buffalo is angry, he is not a very +pleasant play-fellow. + +"I mean to hunt the buffalo, out West, when I am a man," said Tom. + +"Then you must hurry and grow up," said Mr. Barnum, "for the animal, in +our own country, is being rapidly exterminated." + +"What is the meaning of exterminated?" asked Tom. + +[Illustration] + +"Killed off," said Mr. Barnum; and Tom thought that a much better way +of saying it. + +"Does a buffalo grow up out of a buffalo bug?" asked Gay. Then they all +laughed at her till she pouted, and Trixie thought, "I must remember to +tell that to mama." + +The reindeer, the antelope, and the moose were all somewhat +alike--"cousins," the children called them; and Gay had a very pretty +name for two reindeer that she thought especially beautiful--she said +they were "Santa Claus's ponies;" and I am sure that even Santa Claus +would have been delighted to drive them. + +Elephants! Just what Tom had been longing for, and it was strange to +see how frisky the great clumsy creatures could be. They stood on one +another's backs, they tried to waltz, and then two of them, after much +floundering and capering, jumped over a bar; but not even Mr. Barnum +himself could say they did it gracefully. + +"See those two play see-saw!" cried Trixie, laughing till her little +sides shook, "and that little fellow is grinding a hand-organ!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +Others, dressed like clowns, were as full of tricks as so many monkeys. +The very largest elephant thrust his trunk forward, and Tom whispered +to a boy who stood near, "You pull his front tail, and hear him roar!" +But the elephant rolled his eyes toward Tom as if to say, "Better +try it yourself, young man," and Tom moved back. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"Mr. Barnum and I remember Jumbo," said he. + +"Who was Jumbo?" asked Trixie. + +"Oh, a tremendous elephant, as big as six of these rolled into one! He +went to Canada, and there a locomotive smashed into his brain, and he +turned over and died. But first he wrapped his trunk around the baby +elephant and flung him safe off the track." + +"Good Jumbo!" said Gay with a smile; but there were tears in Trixie's +eyes. + +"Yes, baby; and that's the way we would jump for you in any danger," +added Tom. + +Gay smiled sweetly again, but Trixie squeezed her old friend's hand +so hard that he bent down and kissed her, saying, "But there _is_ no +danger, Toodles!" + +[Illustration] + +The children were now quite ready to leave the elephants to look at +the ostriches and the storks. I think that Trixie expected to see the +ostriches wholly covered with long, dangling feathers, such as those +she wore on her hat; and she was a little disappointed. The storks were +old friends of hers, because mama had a screen at home, upon which +storks were embroidered; and some of these birds, like those on the +screen, were resting upon one foot. + +Tom was very much interested in the sea birds,--the albatross, the +penguin, and the auk, but there was such a crowd around their cage that +he came away grumbling. + +"Never mind, Tom," said Mr. Barnum: "come and see the fisherman that +carries his basket under his chin!" + +Tom did not understand this joke at first, but Mr. Barnum explained +that he meant the pelican, which has a pouch under its beak in which it +carries home the fish to feed its young. + +[Illustration] + +"Look out, Trixie!" cried Tom, when they saw the whale. "He swallowed a +man once." + +"Did this _very whale_ swallow a man?" asked Trixie, solemnly; "and did +you _know_ the man?" + +"Well, no--not exactly; but I knew _of_ him." + +"What was his name?" + +"Jonah." + +"O, Tom Van Tassel! That was as much as fifty years ago, and Jonah +was a bible man. The whale looks kind and I'm not afraid of him," and +Trixie went up very close. "But what makes him so floppy? I should +think the whalebones in him would stiffen him." + +And then Mr. Barnum explained that what we call whalebone is something +that grows in the mouth of a whale, and is used as a strainer, to +separate the water from the food. + +They thought the shark a mean-looking creature, and they were surprised +to learn that it turns on its back to bite. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +"I'm tired of fish--let us find something furious!" said Tom; so they +started toward the lion's cage. The great, grand king of them all was +taking his afternoon rest, and he opened his eyes and looked at them +once, as if to say, "Behold and admire! I am the King of Beasts, and +you are only little human Yankees! I had these bars put up to keep off +the crowd. Kings must be neither pushed nor hustled." Then he waved his +paw with a flourish which meant, "Begone!" and Mr. Barnum, seeing the +roar coming, said, "Come on, Toodles." + +[Illustration] + +But Tom staid, and he was glad that he did so. The keeper of the lions +entered the cage, and the excitement began. The poor beasts were all +hungry, but the lioness and the little cubs were fed first; and when +King Lion seemed ready to tear the bars down in his fury, the keeper +fired off a pistol, and the angry creature leaped into the air. I think +even his own little baby cubs were afraid of him. When he grew quieter, +he, too, was fed, and Tom ran to tell Trixie all about it. + +"I am glad I did not stay," she said, "and I have had a very good +time, myself. I have been looking at the giraffes in harness, and I do +think they make such funny looking horses. They look very much like +ostriches--_in the neck_," she added, and Mr. Barnum laughed. + +The giraffe is so tall that it can take its food from high trees, and +it very seldom stoops to eat. But when a piece of sugar was put on the +ground, the temptation was so great that it bent its head down between +its fore feet, placed near together, and gobbled with a half-glide. Oh, +how the people laughed at its awkwardness. + +[Illustration] + +"What would mama say if we ate like that, Trixie?" said Tom. + +"You could'nt do it," said the boy who had refused to pull the +elephants "front tail." + +Far off, in one corner, the children saw something which they thought, +at first, was a dog, but as they came closer, it sat up like a monkey. + +"That is a baboon," said Mr. Barnum. "It is so cross that I don't +believe it has a friend in the world; while the bright-looking baby +ourang-outang there, is always sure of a petting. That gray old +grandfather ourang-outang, however, can be very ugly; but we must +always be patient with old people," said he, smiling. + +The Happy Family, they all declared, was less exciting, but quite as +interesting, as the lions' cage. They had enjoyed seeing the monkeys +alone, but a monkey isn't half a monkey until you see him with other +animals. Two solemn, old owls sat perched in one corner, and, when a +monkey flung an orange into the face of one of them, the other wouldn't +even wink. A funny old gray fellow put his paw through the bars and +pulled off Tom's cap, and it was only by the offer of a handful of nuts +that the owner got it back. + +Another took a guinea-pig in her lap, and rocked it as if it were her +baby; but the sly chance of pulling a rabbit's ear was too much for +mother monkey, so she was off again, tossing a nut at a squirrel as she +passed. + +White mice, little and pink-eyed, nibbled and squeaked, while the +friendly cats lapped their milk close by; and even the parrots seemed +to love the monkeys--a thing never heard of before. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +But how could they all fail to be happy together, living as they did, +in a menagerie! Oh! how the boys and girls envied them, feeling that +they would almost be willing to give up quarreling with their dear +brothers and sisters to enjoy such a life! + +[Illustration] + +"Trixie," cried Tom, when they had wandered away from the Happy Family, +"come and see this queer big pin-cushion!" + +"What is it?" she asked, starting back. + +"A porcupine," said Tom, laughing loudly. He had startled the strange +animal, which, fearing some danger near, had rolled itself into a ball, +and thrust out the quills with which it protects itself. + +"Would you like to pet and smooth it, Gay?" asked Mr. Barnum. + +[Illustration] + +"No, no! I'd rather smooth that little animal," said she, pointing to +the chinchilla. "It looks like a sister of my little muff." + +"O, Gay! you are a funny baby," said Trixie, laughing, and speaking as +though she, herself, were quite an elderly person. + +"Do you want to see the kangaroo do the high running jump?" Tom asked. +But the kangaroo refused to jump for them. Mr. Barnum then told them +how, like the opossum, the mother carries her babies snugly tucked in +her pocket. + +"We haven't seen any bears yet," said Trixie. + +"No, but you _shall_ see them, Toodles," said Mr. Barnum. "Who ever +heard of a menagerie without its bears? And here they are!" + +Up on their hind legs they stood, waiting a minute till the music +began, and then, at the first note of the fiddle, off they went--slowly +at first, then faster and faster, until really they were almost +graceful! Even the baby bears danced! But a grey old grizzly sat +gossiping with a polar bear in a corner, while they too watched the +dancing, like old ladies at a ball. Afterward, at a sign from the +master, the same old grizzly took the fiddle himself, and played for +the young people's dancing. Then the bears marched up and down, singly +and in pairs, "cooling off," Tom said. + +Trixie heard a lady say to her friend, "The _camels_ are coming!" and +then they both laughed, but Trixie could not see why. Sure enough, the +camels _were_ coming, and racing camels are even more awkward than +dancing bears. + +"Their backs are all broken," said Gay. + +"No," said Tom, "they were born all humps and bumps--they are camels." + +"Oh, yes!" said Gay. "I know--mama has got a shawl made out of one." + +"And," added Tom, "he can drink enough at one time to last him a +hundred years." + +"Don't stretch it, sir," said Mr. Barnum, shaking his head at the boy; +but Tom went on--"and he will carry you across the desert quicker than +lightning!" + +The snakes, and especially the boa-constrictor, made Gay shiver, and +she refused to look at them after the first glance. But the others +enjoyed seeing them. "Nothing that is quiet frightens me," said Trixie, +"and I love to see the snakes twist and wriggle." + +"I like the big green frogs," said Gay--"Ker-chong! ker-chong!" She had +learned the whole frog language in an instant! + +Then she straggled away with Tom, to listen to wonderful stories about +the beaver, and how he builds his curious log hut; "But," added Tom, +"his roof always leaks." + +"Gay, here is an animal with a name longer than you are yourself!" said +Mr. Barnum. + +"What is it?" she asked, as they paused before a creature with a +tremendous mouth. + +"The Hippopotamus." + +"Hip-po-pot-a-mus!" baby tried to say after him, adding, "he is not +pretty, and I do not like him." + +[Illustration] + +Tom was still less polite, and called the animal "beastly ugly;" though +he seemed to admire the one-horned rhinoceros, which Gay thought still +more frightful. "But how wallopy his skin is!" said Tom. + +[Illustration] + +"Yes," said Mr. Barnum, "but he has a thinner skin under his heavy +hide, which is only what Trixie would call his 'upper skirt'--eh, +Toodles?" and the little girl laughed to think that he should know +anything about such drapery. + +When she saw the alligator she wished for his scaly skin, that she +might have it made into slippers for papa. + +[Illustration] + +But what had become of Gay? She had left the others, and they found her +trying to stroke a downy little yellow chicken, which was just beyond +her reach. + +"Why this is like being in the country!" cried the delighted Trixie, +looking around at the horses and the cattle, the pigs and the chickens. +"Where's Tom?" + +But a barn-yard scene was quite too tame for that young gentleman, +who was chattering away to a funny little squat Esquimau, who did not +understand a word he said. Near him were a fat seal and a walrus with +two great tusks which seemed to say, "The better to eat you, my dear!" + +The Esquimau and his pets had come from a faraway, cold country, where +there were very few people, and I do not think they liked the crowd and +the noise. + +[Illustration] + +"Where are the tigers?" Tom asked, suddenly remembering that he had set +his heart on being half-scared to death by the glance from a tiger's +eye. + +"They certainly would never forgive us if we forgot to present +ourselves," said Mr. Barnum, bowing low before a cage, against the bars +of which the Royal Bengal Tiger was rubbing his glossy sides, as he +marched angrily backward and forward. + +"Come away!" cried Trixie, trying to clasp her three friends in her +tiny arms. + +"You go, Toodles, if you are afraid," said Mr. Barnum. + +"No, no!" she cried, "I will not go without you!" and she became still +more frightened when she saw a beautiful, fierce-eyed leopard, and a +hyena whose horrible grin showed three rows of teeth. + +"The little goose!" said Tom. "See! Gay enjoys it all." And so she +did, afterward going with him to look at the wolves, the wildcats, and +the dainty little red foxes, while Mr. Barnum took his pet to see the +brilliant birds which had been brought from their own homes in the hot +countries to our town of the little brown sparrow. + +[Illustration] + +Great green parrots, gold and silver pheasants, white cockatoos, and +the flaming red flamingo! Trixie was wild with joy, but, oh! she could +not half enjoy them without Gay and Tom; so she scampered off after +them, not noticing in her joy that she passed once again very near the +tiger's cage. + +[Illustration] + +The little Bird of Paradise, with its long train of plumage which +showed all the colors of the rainbow, was more beautiful than anything +they had ever imagined. "Let us stay here all the rest of the day!" Gay +said. + +[Illustration] + +"All the rest of the day, darling!" repeated Mr. Barnum, looking at his +watch, "Why it is almost time for my own birds to be in their nest." + +[Illustration] + +Yes, the sun was fast sinking in the west, and the time had come for +tired little feet to turn toward home. Mama was watching for them at +the parlor window, and she lifted baby in her arms as she opened the +door. + +"O, mama! I want my supper, and I want to go to bed!" + +[Illustration] + +But in the middle of the night she awoke with a laugh, crying--"Oh, how +funny! I dreamed that the little Chinese dwarf was waltzing with the +giraffe!" + +"Hush, darling!" said Trixie, softly, sitting up in her little crib. +"You'll wake mama, baby!" + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +One missing closing quotation mark was added to the text after: "He +swallowed a man once." + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45164.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45164.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6a79df972cbbb56f87033a8294662f645167f08c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45164.txt @@ -0,0 +1,278 @@ + + +[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. + +SIR FILMER HOPEWELL.] + + + + +VILLAGE ANNALS, + +CONTAINING + +AUSTERUS AND HUMANUS. + +A SYMPATHETIC TALE. + +[Illustration] + + EMBELLISHED WITH FINE ENGRAVINGS. + + _PHILADELPHIA_: + PUBLISHED BY JOHNSON & WARNER, + NO. 147, MARKET STREET. + + Griggs & Dickinsons, Printers. + 1814. + + + + +VILLAGE ANNALS. + + +[Illustration] + +[Sidenote: Skaiting.] + +[Sidenote: Village Ale-House.] + + +IT was in that season of the year when nature wears an universal gloom, +and the pinching frost arrests the running stream in its course, and +gives a massy solidity to the lake that lately curled with every +breeze, that Sir Filmer Hopewell, having lost his road in the Dale of +Tiviot, was met by two youths that swiftly skimmed the surface of the +slippery brook, and sought an antidote against the inclement cold in +the wholesome though dangerous exercise of skaiting. Of these hale +and ruddy young villagers he enquired his road, or where he might +meet with a lodging for the night, for the sun was declining in the +shades of evening fast encompassing the dale. They directed him to the +summit of a neighbouring hill, on the declivity of which there stood a +small village, where probably he might meet with accommodation. Though +wearied and fatigued, this information gave him vigour, and he hastened +up the hill, and soon beheld with pleasure, beheld the sign of the Lion +and Dog; that on a lofty post invited to the village ale-house. He +entered it a seasonable and salutary asylum from the wintry blast, and +was conducted into a neat little parlour, with a cheerful fire. Being +seated, his host quickly made his appearance, with such refreshment +as his house afforded. Sir Filmer, on his first entering, immediately +perceived there was _character_ in his countenance; a quick dark eye +and sharp features that gave him that appearance of intellect, which is +seldom found to be belied upon further acquaintance. He therefore gave +him an invitation to spend an hour or two with him; which he accepted +without hesitation: and after taking a bumper to the health of his +guest, entertained him with numerous anecdotes of the village. + +[Sidenote: The Landlord.] + +[Sidenote: Scenes of distress.] + +[Illustration] + +"You must, at this inclement season," said Sir Filmer, "witness many +scenes of distress, and have many calls upon your humanity." "Yes," +replied the worthy man, the tear glistening in his eye, "to weep with +those that weep, to lighten the burden of human woe, and to administer +comfort to the dejected soul, are offices, to the exercise of which, +we have frequent calls. Having lived here for some years, and being +well known, I am sometimes called to the houses of neighbouring +peasants, in which poverty and affliction seem to have taken up their +abode; yet, believe me, sir, I never return from those houses with +greater pleasure, or with more heart-felt satisfaction, than when I +think I have contributed my share in wiping away the falling tear, or +whispering peace to the troubled breast. + +[Sidenote: Two opposite characters.] + +"Small, however, sir, as the village is, it produces two characters, as +opposite almost in their natures, as the darkness of a stormy night is +to the splendour of meridian day. These characters as they are unknown +to you, allow me to introduce to your acquaintance, under the names of +_Austerus_ and _Humanus_; the former a man of callous soul; the latter +one who thinks, and feels while he thinks. + +[Sidenote: Character of Austerus.] + +"_Austerus_ possesses a fortune of three thousand pounds a-year, has an +elegant house, and keeps a large retinue. + +"His lands yield abundant crops, and his flocks are heard bleating +on the neighbouring hills. His tenants are pretty numerous, and his +dependants many. + +"One would imagine," says Sir Filmer, "this man was destined by heaven, +as a blessing to the part of the country in which he lives; that the +families around him, would hail him as their liberal benefactor, and +that his domestics would bless the hour in which they entered his +spacious hall." + +[Sidenote: Lordly Oppression.] + +"However natural this conclusion, Sir," replied the host, "it is far +from being well founded. Extremely passionate, he rages and storms; and +even after the storm has subsided, his face bespeaks the anger which +he can ill conceal. Sour and austere, haughty and overbearing, he is +dreaded by his servants, and despised by all. His tenants, whose lands +are rented to the full, barely subsist, and regret the moment they +were so unfortunate as to tread the ground of hard oppression; one of +which--poor man!--how often have I witnessed the tear drop from his +eye, on the approach of quarter-day, when, with the spade in his hand, +he ceased from toil, to awaken bitter reflections over the sad state of +a destitute family. + +[Illustration] + +[Sidenote: Hard Treatment of the Poor.] + +"But what adds an indelible stain to the character of _Austerus_, is +that he is hard-hearted to the poor, and unfeeling to the sons of +distress. It is a painful truth, that his cane has been lifted up +over the head of poverty, as it approached his lordly door to beg +a pittance. What! O hardened _Austerus_! were riches given thee to +indulge thy pampered carcase, and to steel thy heart against thy poorer +_brethren_? for the shivering beggar at the gate is still thy brother! + +[Sidenote: Distressed Family.] + +"This I have frequently witnessed with a poor old woman, who travels +round the country with laces and other little things, and asks the +boon of the wealthy, to enable her to exist; while his children, who +dare not, with his knowledge, assist her, let down trifles from their +chamber window, to relieve this poor old creature, bent with the +winters that have past over her head. + +"Besides the poor, Sir, the afflicted, who are tossed on the bed of +sickness, implore his assistance in vain. Pity is even denied them. + +[Illustration] + +"I ventured once to recommend to him a peasant's family, in the +neighbourhood, on whom affliction's rod had suddenly fallen, by sad +accident. As they were boiling their frugal meal of potatoes, the +vessel upset, and scalded the father and one of the children most +dreadfully. + +"While I related these circumstances to him, a tear, some how or other, +had forced its way down my cheek. + +[Sidenote: Hard Heartedness.] + +"He heard me with a shocking indifference; said _he would think of +it_, and turned away rudely from me, though I assured him (what was +too true, and aggravated his shame) that they resided in a corner of +his own estate, and that their situation admitted of no delay. As he +retired, I could perceive that he was indignant at my freedom." + +Here the good landlord's looks betrayed his detestation of this +unfeeling conduct; and while he thought of the miseries of this +unfortunate family, he exclaimed with the patriarch, "Cursed be his +anger, for it was fierce; and his wrath, for it was cruel!" I envy not +his crimson bed of state, nor his faring sumptuously every day, while +he possesses an unfeeling heart and a niggardly soul. + +[Sidenote: Pleasures of a Liberal Mind.] + +"Better (says he) infinitely better, is that man, who, though his share +of wealth may be more scanty, is blessed with a noble, a liberal heart; +and such is Humanus. + +[Illustration] + +[Sidenote: Character of Humanus.] + +"Humanus honours me with his acquaintance and his confidence. I know +his heart and his feelings almost as well as he knows them himself. +Descended from worthy ancestors, he retains no small portion of their +virtues. Possessing a moderate fortune, he has no idea of extravagance. +He lives in a neat little house, adjoining a small freehold-farm, which +descended to him from his father, and which has been held by one family +for many years, at a rent that enables them to live comfortable, and to +till the land with pleasure. + +Unlike the tenants of Austerus, this family is always cheerful; and +the father, while he ploughs his fields, is frequently visited by his +little prattlers, whom he looks upon with the greatest pleasure, while +he stops his well-fed horses to mount them on his plough. + +[Sidenote: Benignity.] + +"Nor is it only among those with whom Humanus is immediately connected, +that his benevolence is felt: he seems to walk about doing good, and is +never so happy as when he sees all nature rejoice, and when, as is his +custom, he is seen with his grandson, feeding the parent hen and her +chickens: his benign countenance seems to say, The poor and needy, how +should I like to shelter you under my wing, as the hen sheltereth her +chickens. + +[Illustration] + +[Sidenote: The afflicted Cottage.] + +"His charity is indeed wonderful. It often puts me to the blush, when +I reflect how far I fall short of it. It was but the other day that he +said, "Come, let us make a short excursion." I followed him. We entered +a thatched cottage; I shall never forget the sight, nor the part the +good Humanus acted on that occasion. + +[Sidenote: Toil of the Villager.] + +"On a low bed lay the very picture of wretchednes, that seemed to say, +"I fly to the grave as the end of my sorrows." The feeling Humanus, +whose very soul is sympathy, with soft steps approached the bed of +the sufferer, his eyes full of tears, his heart oppressed with grief: +"Live, (cried he) Heaven is kind! Who can tell what happiness is in +reserve for you! I go to send for the physician, and shall immediately +return. Humanus hurried home to give directions to his servant, and +came quickly back. His attentions were now renewed to the afflicted +mother, for she was the wife of a poor thresher, who rises at the +crowing of the cock, and toils till the going down of the sun, to +maintain a numerous family. + +[Illustration] + +[Sidenote: The Reward of Virtue sure.] + +[Sidenote: Effects of Beneficence.] + +"He now ordered some wine, which he had brought with him, to be +administered with success: and the arrival of the doctor, who expressed +hopes of her recovery, changed, I could perceive, the face of my +friend; the joy of his heart shone forth in his countenance; and never +did he appear in my eyes more worthy and more amiable. Happy Humanus! +said I to myself; the rewards of virtue are sure. Thou already enjoyest +those within thy own breast, and Heaven has still greater ones in store +for thee. May thy laudable example become more universal! He repeated, +frequently his visits to the humble dwelling; nor were those visits +dropped till he saw there was little occasion for them: and the wife +of the poor thresher is now recovered from a dangerous fever, as much +through the sympathy of the good Humanus, as through the skill of the +physician, his tender heart prompted him to send to her aid. She now +lives useful to children; and her poor little Betty is no longer seen +weeping on the village green, for the distressed state of her suffering +mother. The flail of the father now awakens echo with the dawn of the +morning, and he goes on with his work rejoicing; and the whole family +is often heard to pray heaven's richest blessing on the head of their +compassionate friend and benefactor. Such are the charming effects of +beneficence, and, such the disposition of Humanus!" + +[Sidenote: Conclusion.] + +So finished our landlord his tale, and Sir Filmer prepared for bed. +I shall only ask my young reader whether, upon a review of the two +characters, he would be an Austerus, or an Humanus?--a sordid, selfish +being, or one who possesses a generous, a heaven-born soul? If he would +wish to be the latter, let him endeavour to make all around him happy, +and frequently call to mind the distresses of human life--the solitary +cottage, and the weeping orphan--for graceful in youth is the tear of +sympathy, and benign its influence on the sons of affliction. + +[Illustration: FINIS] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45166.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45166.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..24846e33c9a22ae0ccead21b83f9d01ffd65b75b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45166.txt @@ -0,0 +1,472 @@ + + + HOW + ROBIN HOOD ONCE WAS A WAIT + + A MIRACLE PLAY + OR + CHRISTMAS MASQUE + + BY + ROWLAND GIBSON HAZARD + + ACTED AT PEACE DALE + ON + CHRISTMAS EVE + 1910 + + [Illustration] + + PRINTED BY S. P. C. + PROVIDENCE + 1912 + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1910 + BY + R. G. HAZARD + + + + + _To_ + _The Boys and Girls of Peace Dale_-- + _the hope of the future_ + + + + +This little sketch was prepared very hurriedly in order to give scope to +the volunteer efforts of certain of the younger members of the community +who had undertaken to provide the entertainment for the Christmas +celebration of 1910 of the Peace Dale Congregational Sunday School. + +After looking patiently and long for something which they could act for +the entertainment of their fellows, they despaired of finding anything +they would like. + +In their dilemma they appealed to me, saying that their principal desire +was to introduce the singing of Christmas carols in some way not too +commonplace. + +The characters were taken by inexperienced actors who, nevertheless, +presented the masque in a very genuine and convincing manner. + +The whole time of action was about thirty-five minutes, including the +singing of the Christmas carols. I was urged to amplify the action, in +order to somewhat prolong the part played by Robin Hood and his men, +but, after some effort in this direction, I gave it up, as the principal +merit of the masque seemed to me to be its brevity. + +Several friends have urged its preservation in print in the hope that it +may prove suggestive or useful to others in like predicament. + + R. G. H. + +Peace Dale, R. I., + July 16, 1912. + + + + + LIST OF PERSONS + + + ROBIN HOOD + LONG JOHN FRIAR TUCK + WATT WILL SCARLETT + One or two others + + WAIT (leader) + FIDDLER CELLO CLARINET + SINGERS--as many as may be + + WIDOW + + Eight to twelve children + less than fourteen years old + + SANTA CLAUS + + + + + COSTUMES + + +Robin Hood--If possible, in a close-fitting green, buttoned to the + throat. + +Long John--In old clothes, with leggings. With a bow and arrows, one + arrow stuck in belt. (None of Robin's men show shirts or collars.) + +Watt--Has a bow. Should be a very short man. + +Friar Tuck--In a friar's robe, with girdle, holding in his hand a big + soup spoon with which he beats time while singing. + +Will Scarlett--Also with a bow, but no arrows. + +Waits--Waits dressed poorly, as is the custom. Rather ragged clothes. + +Widow--With a cap and kerchief and apron. Woollen dress cut full. + +Children--Dressed in school clothes, as old as may be. + +Santa Claus--Red coat, white trimming. Red cap, white trimming. White + beard. + + + + + A CHRISTMAS MASQUE + + + How Robin Hood once was a Wait + + + (Curtain rising discloses a wood scene. In center a small house. + Snow falls. Robin Hood and his merry men advance from left + wings, one singing the XIII Century Rondo)-- + + + King Arthur had three sons, that he had; + King Arthur had three sons, that he had; + He had three sons of yore, and he kicked them out of door + Because they could not sing, that he did. + + Chorus--the same. + + (Repeat singing.) + + +Robin--Well, lads, ye've fed full this day, + So 'tis well to be gay; + + * * * * * + + In spite of the weather + Let's merry be together. + + Yon house stuffed with babes + Deserves a kind deed, + But we've nothing to give them, + Tho 'tis Christmas, as all are agreed. + + (The Waits enter from right, tuning instruments and show fear of + Robin's men, who advance threateningly towards them.) + +Robin (hectoring)--And who gave ye leave to break the mighty silence of + our wood? + +Wait (deprecatingly)--Softly, Kind Master, we be but simple singers come + to joy yon lonely widow with songs of Christmas-tide. + +Robin--Singers, idle and vain, we'll have ye know 'tis death to enter + here without our license. + +Waits--We be waits, good sir, and have ever license to sing the birth of + Christ our Lord, born this day. + +Robin (scornfully)--And what be waits? + +Wait (with solemnity)--We wait upon the coming of our Lord, Son of Mary + and Heaven's Almighty King. And while we patient wait, we sing. + +Robin (appeased)--Waits, that's better, and who gave word of this widow + and her dozen brats? + +Wait--My fiddler here is cousin to the widow's dead man. + +Robin (relenting)--What says't thou, Long John and Watt and Jolly Tuck, + how would ye like to join this band of Waits for once and sing like + Christians to the widow's brats? + +Tuck (deep bass)--Ay, 't would be well for once to use the lore I once + knew well. I'll go. + +Long John--I'll go. + +Watt--I'll go, but I can only buzz. + + (They advance together towards house grouping towards right, + leaving house in full view of audience, who see many children at + a lighted window, but not one looking out.) + + (They sing after more tuning of instruments)-- + + + Good King Wenceslas. + + 1. + + Good King Wenceslas looked out + On the Feast of Stephen, + When the snow lay round about, + Deep and crisp, and even; + Brightly shone the moon that night, + Though the frost was cruel, + When a poor man came in sight, + Gathering winter fuel. + + 2. + + "Hither, page, and stand by me, + If thou know'st, telling, + Yonder peasant, who is he? + Where and what his dwelling?" + "Sire, he lives a good league hence, + Underneath the mountain; + Right against the forest fence, + By Saint Agnes' fountain." + + 3. + + "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, + Bring me pine-logs hither; + Thou and I will see him dine, + When we bear them thither." + Page and monarch forth they went, + Forth they went together; + Through the rude wind's wild lament; + And the bitter weather. + + 4. + + "Sire, the night is darker now, + And the wind blows stronger; + Fails my heart, I know not how, + I can go no longer." + Mark my footsteps, my good page + Tread thou in them boldly; + Thou shalt find the winter's rage + Freeze thy blood less coldly. + + 5. + + In his master's steps he trod, + Where the snow lay dinted; + Heat was in the very sod + Which the saint had printed. + Therefore, Christian men, be sure, + Wealth or rank possessing, + Ye who now will bless the poor, + Shall yourselves find blessing. + + + The First Noël. + + 1. + + The first Noël the Angel did say, + Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; + In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, + On a cold winter's night that was so deep. + + Chorus. + + Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, + Born is the King of Israel. + + 2. + + They looked up and saw a Star, + Shining in the East, beyond them far, + And to the earth it gave great light, + And so it continued both day and night. + + Noël, etc. + + 3. + + And by the light of that same Star, + Three Wisemen came from country far; + To seek for a King was their intent, + And to follow the Star wherever it went. + + Noël, etc. + + 4. + + This Star drew nigh to the north-west, + O'er Bethlehem it took its rest, + And there it did both stop and stay, + Right over the place where Jesus lay. + + Noël, etc. + + 5. + + Then entered in those Wisemen three, + Full reverently upon their knee, + And offered there, in His Presence, + Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense. + + Noël, etc. + + 6. + + Then let us all with one accord, + Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord, + That hath made Heaven and earth of nought, + And with His Blood mankind hath bought. + + Noël, etc. + + + God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen. + + (Old English Noël.) + + 1. + + God rest you, merry gentlemen, + Let nothing you dismay, + Remember Christ our Saviour + Was born on Christmas Day, + To save us all from Satan's power, + When we were gone astray; + + Chorus + + O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, + O tidings of comfort and joy. + + 2. + + In Bethlehem, in Jewry, + This blessed Babe was born, + And laid within a manger, + Upon this blessed morn; + The which His Mother, Mary, + Did nothing take in scorn. + + O tidings, etc. + + 3. + + From God our Heavenly Father, + A blessed Angel came; + And unto certain Shepherds + Brought tidings of the same: + How that in Bethlehem was born + The Son of God by Name. + + O tidings, etc. + + 4. + + Now to the Lord sing praises, + All you within this place, + And with true love and brotherhood + Each other now embrace; + This holy tide of Christmas + All other doth deface. + + O tidings, etc. + + (At second carol, the children come out with half-eaten apples + and oaten cake, to stand listening to the singing. The children + mingle with the waits and offer them bites of their apples, etc. + The widow comes out with a big steaming pot of mead to thank the + waits. Offers pot. Robin's men each try to take first drink. + Robin stops quarrel and hands it to Tuck, who drinks hastily, + and so burns his mouth.) + +Widow--Oh! kind gentlemen, bless your hearts for this. It's many a year + since I heard the sound of a Christmas carol. It does my old heart + good. Bless ye, bless ye. + + (Descries the fiddler cousin, falls on his shoulder, and makes + talk of his family--_sotto voce_.) + + (Robin's men draw off and sing again)-- + + King Arthur had three sons, that he had. + + (A basket lowered from above with Santa Claus in it begins to + appear to the audience. No one on stage sees it. Santa Claus + reaches out and taps Robin on the head, smartly, with a bit of + rope. Knocks off his hat.) + +Robin (terrified)--Saints preserve us. Who smote me? + + (Sees balloon. Points to it. All cry out in alarm.) + +Robin--An air-man; a Miracle! The day of miracles! + +Santa Claus (intones high tenor voice)--Fear not, except for thy sins. I + came to hear; what music was it ye sang?--Nay be not + affrighted--I'll e'en stand among ye. So shall ye see I bode no ill. + + (Alights from his car.) + +Robin--Canst fly? How else cam'st hither? Truly a Miracle art thou. + +Santa Claus--No Miracle am I, but the dear Christ's Almoner; who comes + this night and every Christmas-tide bearing gifts for all good + children and a good gift for all, even Jesus' love and Peace on + Earth, good will toward men. But this is a miracle, in truth, for + here be Waits joined hands with Robin Hood in songs of praise for + Christus' birth. + + Praise God for this and all good deeds, and by such shall these wild + hearts (turns to Robin's men) learn gentle love for all mankind. + + (Exit. Robin leads his men, exit to right. Waits follow.) + +Santa Claus--And now, good people all, take note of Music; see how she + sways rough men and brings the good that's in us all to turn them + into better paths. King Arthur did quite right to those three sons + who would not sing. + + I've brought ye Xmas joys + For all good girls and boys. + I command ye all to sing + In praise of our Lord King; + The Prince of Peace and God of Love + Who sitteth on the throne above. + + (Exit in balloon-basket upwards, leaving baskets of presents on + stage.) + + (Audience rises and sings)-- + + + Adeste Fideles. + + O come, all ye faithful, + Joyfully triumphant, + To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord; + Lo! in a manger + Sits the King of angels; + + :|| O come, let us adore Him, ||: + Christ the Lord. + + Raise, raise, choirs of angels! + Songs of loudest triumph, + Thro' heavens' high arches be your praises pour'd; + Now to our God be, + Glory in the highest; + + :|| O come, let us adore Him, ||: + Christ the Lord. + + Amen! Lord, we bless Thee, + Born for our salvation, + O Jesus, forever be Thy Name adored; + Word of the Father, + Now in flesh appearing; + + :|| O come, let us adore Him, ||: + Christ the Lord. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45239.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45239.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..cd962a3fbd539d305f2a44916a1f0342d231050b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45239.txt @@ -0,0 +1,273 @@ + + +LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE + +and + +BILLY MILLERS CIRCUS-SHOW + +By James Whitcomb Riley + +Illustrated by Ethel Franklin Betts + +[Illustration: 001] + +{001} + +[Illustration: 007] + +{007} + +[Illustration: 010] + +{010} + +[Illustration: 011] + +{011} + +1892 + + + + +LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE + + +[Illustration: 013] + + + +INSCRIBED{013}--WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION-- + +To _all_ the little children:--The happy ones; and sad ones; + +The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones; + +The good ones, yes the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones. + +[Illustration: 014] + +{014} + +[Illustration: 015] + +LITTLE {015}ORPHANT ANNIE she knows riddles, rhymes and things! + +Knows 'bout the Witches 'at rides brooms, an' Imps 'at flies with w'n + +The same as bats er lightnin'-bugs!--An' knows 'bout Ring-mo-rees + +'At thist can take an' turn theirselves in anything they please! + +"An' childerns all, both great an' small," she says, an' rolls her eyes + +When we're a-listnun', all so still, "you needen' be surprise' + +Ef right this livin' minut'--'fore ye know they's one about-- + +'At the GOBBLE-UNS 'll git ye-- + + Ef you Don't + + Watch out!" + + + +[Illustration: 016] + +{016} + +[Illustration: 017] + +Little {017}Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, + +An wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, + +An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, + +An make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; + +An all us other childern, when the supper things is done, + +We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun + +A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, + +An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you + + Ef you Don't + + Watch Out! + + + +[Illustration: 018] + +Onc't {018}they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,-- + +So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs, + +His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl, + +An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! + +An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, + +An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess; + +But all they ever found was thist his pants and roundabout:-- + +An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you + + Ef you Don't + + Watch Out! + + + +[Illustration: 019] + +{019} + +[Illustration: 021] + +An' {021}one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin, + +An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin; + +An' onc't, when they was "company," an' ole folks was there, + +She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care! + +An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide, + +They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side, + +An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about + +An' the Gobble-uns 'il git you + + Ef you Don't + + Watch Out + + + +[Illustration: 022] + +An' {022}little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, + +An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes _woo-oo!_ + +An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, + +An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- + +You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear, + +An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, + +An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, + +Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you + + Ef you Don't + + Watch Out! + +[Illustration: 023] + + + + +BILLY MILLERS CIRCUS-SHOW + + +At Billy {023}Miller's Circus-Show-- + + In their old stable where it's at-- + +The boys pays twenty pins to go, + + An' gits their money's-worth at that!-- + +'Cause Billy he can climb an' chalk + +His stockin'-feet an' purt'-nigh walk + +A tight-rope--yes, an' ef he fall + +He'll ketch, an' "skin a cat"--'at's all! + + + +[Illustration: 024] + +He {024}ain't afeard to swing an' hang + + 1st by his legs!--an' mayby stop + +An' yell "look out!" an' nen--k-spang + + He'll let loose, upside-down, an' drop + +Wite on his hands! An' nen he'll do + +"Contortion-acts"--ist limber through + +As "Injarubber Mens" 'at goes + +With shore-fer-certain circus-shows! + + + +[Illustration: 025] + +{025} + +[Illustration: 027] + + He's {027}got a circus-ring--an' they's + +A dressin'-room,--so's he can go + + An' dress an' paint up when he plays + +He's somepin' else;--'cause sometimes he's + +"Ringmaster"--bossin' like he please-- + +An' sometimes "Ephalunt"--er "Bare- + +Back Rider," prancin out o' there! + + + +[Illustration: 028] + +An' {028}sometimes--an' the best of all!-- + + He's "The Old Clown," an' got on clo'es + +All stripud,--an' white hat, all tall + + An' peakud--like in shore-'nuff shows,-- + +An' got three-cornered red-marks, too, + +On his white cheeks--ist like they do!-- + +An' you'd ist die, the way he sings + +An' dances an' says funny things! + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45264.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45264.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6235522ce83111e59b7a6ba9f495620095bcc88d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45264.txt @@ -0,0 +1,246 @@ + + +THE TALE OF TWO BAD MICE + + + + + + FOR + =W. M. L. W.= + THE LITTLE GIRL + WHO HAD THE DOLL'S HOUSE + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE TALE OF + TWO BAD MICE + + BY + BEATRIX POTTER + + _Author of + 'The Tale of Peter Rabbit,' &c._ + + + [Illustration] + + + LONDON + FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. + AND NEW YORK + 1904 + [_All rights reserved_] + + + + + COPYRIGHT 1904 + BY + FREDERICK WARNE & CO. + ENTERED AT STATIONERS' HALL. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ONCE upon a time there was a very beautiful doll's-house; it was red +brick with white windows, and it had real muslin curtains and a front +door and a chimney. + +IT belonged to two Dolls called Lucinda and Jane; at least it belonged +to Lucinda, but she never ordered meals. + +Jane was the Cook; but she never did any cooking, because the dinner +had been bought ready-made, in a box full of shavings. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +THERE were two red lobsters and a ham, a fish, a pudding, and some +pears and oranges. + +They would not come off the plates, but they were extremely beautiful. + +ONE morning Lucinda and Jane had gone out for a drive in the doll's +perambulator. There was no one in the nursery, and it was very quiet. +Presently there was a little scuffling, scratching noise in a corner +near the fire-place, where there was a hole under the skirting-board. + +Tom Thumb put out his head for a moment, and then popped it in again. + +Tom Thumb was a mouse. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +A MINUTE afterwards, Hunca Munca, his wife, put her head out, too; and +when she saw that there was no one in the nursery, she ventured out on +the oilcloth under the coal-box. + +THE doll's-house stood at the other side of the fire-place. Tom Thumb +and Hunca Munca went cautiously across the hearthrug. They pushed the +front door--it was not fast. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +TOM THUMB and Hunca Munca went upstairs and peeped into the +dining-room. Then they squeaked with joy! + +Such a lovely dinner was laid out upon the table! There were tin +spoons, and lead knives and forks, and two dolly-chairs--all _so_ +convenient! + +TOM THUMB set to work at once to carve the ham. It was a beautiful +shiny yellow, streaked with red. + +The knife crumpled up and hurt him; he put his finger in his mouth. + +"It is not boiled enough; it is hard. You have a try, Hunca Munca." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +HUNCA MUNCA stood up in her chair, and chopped at the ham with another +lead knife. + +"It's as hard as the hams at the cheesemonger's," said Hunca Munca. + +THE ham broke off the plate with a jerk, and rolled under the table. + +"Let it alone," said Tom Thumb; "give me some fish, Hunca Munca!" + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +HUNCA MUNCA tried every tin spoon in turn; the fish was glued to the +dish. + +Then Tom Thumb lost his temper. He put the ham in the middle of the +floor, and hit it with the tongs and with the shovel--bang, bang, +smash, smash! + +The ham flew all into pieces, for underneath the shiny paint it was +made of nothing but plaster! + +THEN there was no end to the rage and disappointment of Tom Thumb and +Hunca Munca. They broke up the pudding, the lobsters, the pears and the +oranges. + +As the fish would not come off the plate, they put it into the red-hot +crinkly paper fire in the kitchen; but it would not burn either. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +TOM THUMB went up the kitchen chimney and looked out at the top--there +was no soot. + +WHILE Tom Thumb was up the chimney, Hunca Munca had another +disappointment. She found some tiny canisters upon the dresser, +labelled--Rice--Coffee--Sago--but when she turned them upside down, +there was nothing inside except red and blue beads. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +THEN those mice set to work to do all the mischief they +could--especially Tom Thumb! He took Jane's clothes out of the chest of +drawers in her bedroom, and he threw them out of the top floor window. + +But Hunca Munca had a frugal mind. After pulling half the feathers out +of Lucinda's bolster, she remembered that she herself was in want of a +feather bed. + +WITH Tom Thumb's assistance she carried the bolster downstairs, and +across the hearth-rug. It was difficult to squeeze the bolster into the +mouse-hole; but they managed it somehow. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +THEN Hunca Munca went back and fetched a chair, a book-case, a +bird-cage, and several small odds and ends. The book-case and the +bird-cage refused to go into the mouse-hole. + +HUNCA MUNCA left them behind the coal-box, and went to fetch a cradle. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +HUNCA MUNCA was just returning with another chair, when suddenly there +was a noise of talking outside upon the landing. The mice rushed back +to their hole, and the dolls came into the nursery. + +WHAT a sight met the eyes of Jane and Lucinda! + +Lucinda sat upon the upset kitchen stove and stared; and Jane leant +against the kitchen dresser and smiled--but neither of them made any +remark. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +THE book-case and the bird-cage were rescued from under the +coal-box--but Hunca Munca has got the cradle, and some of Lucinda's +clothes. + +SHE also has some useful pots and pans, and several other things. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +THE little girl that the doll's-house belonged to, said,--"I will get +a doll dressed like a policeman!" + +BUT the nurse said,--"I will set a mouse-trap!" + +[Illustration] + +SO that is the story of the two Bad Mice,--but they were not so very +very naughty after all, because Tom Thumb paid for everything he broke. + +He found a crooked sixpence under the hearthrug; and upon Christmas +Eve, he and Hunca Munca stuffed it into one of the stockings of Lucinda +and Jane. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +AND very early every morning--before anybody is awake--Hunca Munca +comes with her dust-pan and her broom to sweep the Dollies' house! + + THE END. + + + + PRINTED BY + EDMUND EVANS, + THE RACQUET COURT PRESS, + LONDON, S.E. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Two Bad Mice, by Beatrix Potter + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45274.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45274.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f88495f811465d76341e85aac47ced4d61fdf5d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45274.txt @@ -0,0 +1,625 @@ + + +YE BOOK OF COPPERHEADS + +By Anonymous + + + +[Illustration: 0007] + +[Illustration: 0009] + + + + +YE BOOK OF COPPERHEADS + + +"_ Continue this united League."--Richard the Third, III. 1_. + + +`|There once was a Copperhead snake tried to Bite Uncle Sam by mistake; + +```But the Seven League Boot on old Uncle Sam's foot + +````Soon crushed this pestiferous snake. + +[Illustration: 0010] + +|A soldier came back from the war, with many an honorable scar; + +```But the Copperheads cried, "Served you right if you'd died + +````In this curst _Abolitionist_ war!" + +[Illustration: 0011] + +|The old Tory dragon is dead, but she left us some eggs in her stead; + +``Two were smashed in the yolk, but the third hatched and broke, + +```And out came a vile Copperhead. + +[Illustration: 0012] + +|There was once a young giant asleep, and round him two serpents did creep; + +```But he stopped their vile breath, and squeezed them to death, + +````This giant aroused from his sleep. + + +[Illustration: 0013] + +|There once was a Copperhead vile, who attempted to damage a + +```So he tried it in truth, but soon broke every tooth + +````On that rusty and crusty Old File. + +[Illustration: 0014] + +"_Nor doth this Wood lack Worlds."--Midsummer Night's Dream, II. 2._ + +|There was an old Snake in New York said for peace all the people should work; + +``"But if war _must_ come, let us fight here _at home!!_" + +```Quoth sanguiloquent Ben of New York. + +[Illustration: 0015] + +_"One of those who worship dirty gods."--Cymbeline, III. 8._ + +|There once was a chap named Vallandigham, whom the Copperheads chose for commanding 'em; + +```But a trip to the South soon silenced his mouth, + +````And the world as a _Tory_ is branding him. + +[Illustration: 0016] + +|With War Democrats Seymour's for war; with Peace cowards for peace he'll hurrah; + +```Let him get in the way of the mower some day, + +````And He'll find there's no quibbling with war. + +[Illustration: 0017] + +|The Copperhead lotterie hath a curious policie; + +``For a man of low rank can draw naught save a blank, + +````Unless an accomplice he be. + +[Illustration: 0018] + +|There once was a twistified Reed who took for his pattern Snake-Weed; + +```Till the Copperheads all, great, middling, and small + +````Seemed _straight_ by the side of this Reed. + +[Illustration: 0019] + +|There's a character very well known, Who bubbles for ages has blown; + +```But the best he has made since at _bubbling_ he played, + +````From a Copperhead pipe have been thrown. + +[Illustration: 0020] + +````_"And what Stock he springs of!!"--Coriolan, II. 3._ + +|Copper stocks are uncertain to buy, though this Copperhead's stock's very high; + +```But we still might improve this stock of his love, + +````By adding the _right_ sort of tie. + +[Illustration: 0021] + +|There was an old War Horse, a clerical, who thought our Republic chimerical; + +```"For the Union," he said, "he never had prayed," + +````This mordacious old War Horse cholerical. + +[Illustration: 0022] + +```_" There is no goodness in the worm,"--Antony and Cleopatra, V. 2._ + +|The abominable Copperhead worms! With their wriggles, and twists, and their squirms! + +```But the gardener, they say, will soon find out a way + +````To kill the vile Copperhead worms. + +[Illustration: 0023] + +```_"There are many complaints, Davy, about that."--King Henry IV., V. 1._ + +|There was a Stern Statesman astute, who so often went in to _recruit_, + +```That a Rattlesnake fat revolved in his hat, + +````While a Copperhead squirmed in his boot. + +[Illustration: 0024] + +```_"So much dishonor my fair stars."--King Richard 111., IV. 1._ + +|The traitor our Common Cents mars, And on Liberty plainly he wars, + +```Taking Freedom away from the Union, I say, + +````When he cuts out her head from the stars. + +[Illustration: 0025] + +_"And so the lion vanished."--Midsummer Night's Dream, V. 1._ + +|While it did us great harm, Abolition was the height of the Lion's ambition; + +```Now with Copperhead _tale_ he stings himself pale. + +````And furaciously scorns Abolition. + +[Illustration: 0026] + +```_"Will this Wood take fire?"--Merry Wives of Windsor, V. 5._ + +|Union, a fagot we take; But 'twould be a tremendous mistake, + +```To use rotten old Wood which never was good, + +````And then bind it up with a Snake. + +[Illustration: 0027] + +|There once was a Patriot whose rigor reached such a remarkable figure, + +```That he'd rather go down in the water and drown + +````Than be saved by the help of a nigger. + +[Illustration: 0028] + +|There once were some rascals near Reading thought fighting was easy as wedding; + +```But being well kicked, and most terribly licked, + +````They mournfully mizzled from Reading. + +[Illustration: 0029] + +_"O wicked Wall!"--Midsummer Night's Dream, V. 1._ + +|There once was an old _party_-Wall, quite _cracked_ and just ready to fall; + +```The Copperheads came and completed its shame + +````By sticking their Bills on this Wall. + +[Illustration: 0030] + +|There once was a bottle of Porter, which the Copperheads thought was all water; + +```But when the cork popped, the Copperheads dropped, + +````And were stunned by the _vim_ of the Porter! + +[Illustration: 0031] + +|There once was a Snake who said "Hey! There's an Eagle I'll take for my prey!" + +```But the bird with his bill did the Copperhead kill, + +````And bore him in triumph away. + +[Illustration: 0032] + +```_"Exit shall be strangling a snake."--Love's Labor's Lost, V. 1._ + +|The Copperhead traitors all, our army "base hirelings" call + +```But some fine summer day The "boys," just for play, + +````Will settle the Copperheads all. + +Amen! + + + + +GOTHAM-MITES. + + +|I like such Brooks," said Falstaff once; + +``Had he meant _ours_ he'd been a dunce; + +`The devil, whom all things evil please, + +``Could never stand such Bruoks as these.= + + + +`In the Tyrol on mountain high + +``"The Devil's Marble" you may spy; + +`And if in the World you long remain, + +``You'll probably meet the same again.= + + + +`Och, Johnny, my gun--let the truth be aid, + +``What the divil made _ye_ turn Copperhid? + +`Sure it was hivvy what ye bore, + +``Wid the brass in your face yees had before.= + + + +`There's a song how Old Nick took a journey, + +``With a corporation attorney; + +`But there is one _fouler_, whom even the old prowler + +``Would fear as a friend on a journey.= + + + +1. + +`"The man who made that order," said + +``Judge B. in court, "was a _meat-head_." + +`Oh what a head that head would be, + +``Just _meted_ Judge, to match with thee!= + + + +2. + +`"Just roll that nigger out of court!" + +``The Judge exclaimed with solemn port; + +`"I tell you very truly now, + +``Nigs _at the bar_ I won't allow!"= + + + +`At a Copperhead meeting the crier + +``Paused an instant to hear his gun fire; + +`The cannon was loaded, and when it exploded, + +``Said he--"List to the voice of our sire!"= + + + +``There was old party named M------, + +``Who went from bad doctrines to worse. + +`If at law he should see his name prefaced by _re,_ + +``It will show what he _should_ feel; this M------.= + + + +```There was a small Cozening shyster; + +``Said he, "Every case is an _eyester;_ + +`Give the parties the shells if you can, and nought else, + +``Unless the Court tips you a hi-ster."= + + + +``There's a man at the _Bar_ who, we know, + +``Is in politics terribly _low_; + +`For he keeps in the clubs the secessional cubs, + +``Who in _propria persona_ can't go.= + + + +``There's a very bad-minis-trator, + +``A_ très petite pomme de tater_, + +`Who tears feelings to rags, presenting of flags; + +``This oily old adminis-_traitor_.= + + + +``There's a wide-awake Copperhead cratur', + +``Who is Eli by name and by natur'; + +`Displaying for one neither fashion _nor ton_, + +``This un-national nativist traitor.= + + + + +CHECKER-BOARDERS AND KEYSTONERS + + +|There was an old person, J. B., + +``An old Public Func-tion-arie; [agreed, + +`When they swore, "We'll secede!" he just smiled, "I'm + +``"You've a sure friend, you know, in J. B.= + + + +``There was a smart lawyer named W------ + +``Who from Union men made quite a fortun'; + +`But his wealth he despised, with Secesh fraternized, + +``This apo-state-olical W------.= + + + +``There was a twistortulous Heed, + +``Who hoped that Secesh might succeed; + +`For he said, "It's my natur' to act like a traitor, + +``Since it runs in the joints of a Heed."= + + + +``There once was a Copperhead Diddle, + +``Who played to the Heed second fiddle; + +`When they said, "It is small!" it replied, not at all, + +`Says he, "I ain't dead--as a live Copperhead + +``I'm a squirmulous vermiform Wriggler."= + + + +``There was an old servant called Peter, + +``So moody in humor and feature + +`Because the good people from the church with a steeple + +``Expelled this old saturnine Peter.= + + + +``There was a sharp lawyer, one P-, + +``Whose thoughts never got through his still lips; + +`And all he would say was "ah!" "h'm!" "oh!" and "ay + +``This pauciloquent person named P-.= + + + +``There was a neat sarpent--a Coiler-- + +``True son of the ancient Beguiler; + +`Who told such a whopper, he burst out his copper, + +``And frightfully fractured his biler.= + + + +`It's a full-blooded Copperhead Diddle!"= + + +`There was an ex-governing Wiggler, + +`A political huckster and higgler; + +``Quoth "Aristocracy" + +``To Fourth Ward "Vulgarity," + +`"You are dregs, I am froth; and our interests both + +``Are opposed to this working, d'ye see!"= + + + + +MODERN HEATHEN-IANS + + +``There was an ex-editor, L------, + +``Who rowed in the _Courier_ punt, + +`But to twist around more, he jumped out on the shore, + +``That contortious poetical L------.= + + + +``Oh G------ T------ C------ was one + +``Who thought himself quite a great gun; + +`So Treason he shouted, "Constitution" he spouted, + +``But Boston grew hot for such "Union Men"--so + +``He herds in New York with Fernando & Co.= + + + +``To the cause of his country adverse, + +``Is the man whom all honest men curse. + +`Do you ask what's his name? oh, ne'er believe Fame, + +``If it be not Ex-President Pierce.= + + + +``In Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-Six, + +``A poet, disgusted with Pierce's tricks, + +``Said that he down to the dust should go, + +``To grovel there in infamy low. + +``And in Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Three, + +``The prophecy came to pass, I see, + +``Since in the dust and on the ground, + +``As a Copperhead Pierce goes squirming round".= + + + +``What a pity that Joshua D. + +``A good Insolvency lawyer should be, + +``Yet cannot, in politics, as we see, + +``Keep his own good name from bankruptcie!= + + + +``John C. passes, now and then, + +``For one of Boston's League-al men. + +``Mistake me not--he doth intrigue + +``With the Liquor--not the Union--League!= + + + +``Gamblers, Wood-ites, thieves, and asses, + +``Scrapings of the dangerous classes, + +``Pettifoggers malign, but weak, + +``Who dare not fight and cannot speak; + +``_Trash_ which the war-tide rolling high + +``Has cast ashore in scorn to dry; + +``"Aristocrats" who fear to wage + +``Brave battle in a stirring age, + +``As did their glorious sires before, + +``Who won thereby the fame they wore; + +``Oh G. S. H--------, tell us true. + +``Is this fit company for you?= + + + + +SHAKSPEARE ON THE COPPERHEADS. + + +```"What would you have, you curs, + +`That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you, + +`The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, + +`Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; + +`Where foxes, geese; you are no surer, no, + +`Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, + +`Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, + +`To make him worthy whose offence subdues him, + +`And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness + +`Deserves your hate; and your affections are + +`A sick man's appetite, who desires most that + +`Which would increase his evil. He that depends + +`Upon your favors swims with fins of lead, + +`And hews down oaks with rushes."--_Coriolanus, I. 1._ + + + + +"THOSE DEVOTED COPPERHEADS." + + +`"Our sympathies are all confined at home; yet it is just + +`possible we may help those devoted Copperheads in the only + +`way we know how--also, that they, on their side, are now + +`about ripe to aid us in the only way we could accept their + +`aid. If our troops should this summer appear within their + +`borders anywhere between Cairo and Philadelphia, they would + +`be hailed as friends by a population pretty well cured now of + +`_Pluribus Unum_. Their cry would be, not Union, but deli- + +`verance. _Wait then, and watch, and keep your lights burning, + +`ye Knights of the Golden Circle!"--Richmond Enquirer_, 18th + +`May, 1863. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45276.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45276.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ec76e5aa5e22b3943e15bcd7708ea414d527958b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45276.txt @@ -0,0 +1,192 @@ + + +DAME TROT AND HER CAT. + +By Anonymous + + +[Illustration: 0001] + +[Illustration: 0003] + +[Illustration: 0004] + + + +|Dame Trot once went to a neighboring fair, + + And what do you think that she bought herself there? + +A Pussy! the prettiest ever was seen; + + No cat was so gentle, so clever, and clean. + + + +Each dear little paw was as black as a sloe, + + The rest of her fur was as white as the snow; + +Her eyes were bright green, and her sweet little face + + Was pretty and meek, full of innocent grace. + + + +Dame Trot hurried home with this beautiful cat; + + Went up stairs to take off her cloak and her hat; + +And when she came down was astonished to see + + That Pussy was busy preparing the tea. + + + +"Oh, what a strange cat! thought poor little Dame Trot, + + "She'll break my best china and upset the pot;" + +But no harm befel them--the velvety paws + + Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm had no cause. + + + +[Illustration: 0006] + +Next morning when little Dame Trot came down stairs, + +To attend, as usual, to household affairs, + +She found that the kitchen was swept up as clean + +As if Puss, a regular servant had been. + + + +The tea stood to draw, and the toast was done brown, + + The Dame, very pleased, to her breakfast sat down; + +While Puss by her side on an arm-chair sat up, + + And lapp'd her warm milk from a nice china cup. + + + +Now Spot, the old house-dog, looked on in amaze, + + He'd never been used to such queer cattish ways; + +But Puss mew'd so sweetly, and moved with such grace, + + That Spot at last liked her, and licked her white face. + + + +The Dame went to market and left them alone, + + Puss washing her face, the dog picking a bone; + +But when she came back, Spot was learning to dance, + + From Pussy, who once had had lessons in France. + + + +[Illustration: 0008] + +[Illustration: 0009] + +Poor little Dame Trot had no money to spare, + + And only too often, her cupboard was bare; + +Then kind Mrs. Pussy would catch a nice fish, + + And serve it for dinner upon a clean dish. + + + +The rats and the mice, who wish'd Pussy to please, + + Were now never seen at the butter or cheese; + +The Dame daily found their numbers grow thinner, + + For Puss eat a mouse ev'ry day for her dinner. + + + +If Puss had a weakness, I needs must confess, + + 'Twas a Girl of the Period's fancy for dress; + +Her greatest desire a high chignon and hat, + + And a very short dress _a la mode_ for a cat. + + + +[Illustration: 0011] + +So, one day, when Dame Trot had gone out to dine, + + Puss dressed herself up, as she thought, very fine; + +And coaxed kind old Spot, who looked at her with pride, + + To play pony for once, and give her a ride. + + + +The Dame from her visit returning home late, + + Met this funny couple outside her own gate, + +And heartily laugh'd, when she saw her dear cat, + + Dressed up in a cloak and a chignon and hat. + + + +"You're quite a grand lady, Miss Pussy," said she, + + And Pussy, affectedly, answered, "Oui. Oui;" + +She thought it beneath her to mutter a mew, + + While wearing a dress of a fashion so new. + + + +Now Spot, who to welcome his mistress desired, + + And to "company manners" never aspired, + +Jumped up to fawn on her,--and down came the cat, + + And crushed in her tumble, her feather, and hat. + + + +[Illustration: 0013] + +"Oh, Puss!" said Dame Trot, "what a very sad mess + + You'd best have remained in your natural dress; + +The graces which nature so kindly bestows, + + Are more often hid than improved by fine clothes." + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45280.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45280.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..00788567bb9b666a18b4748403a855ab9a4915c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45280.txt @@ -0,0 +1,788 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger from page images generously +provided by Google Books + + + + + + + +THE WONDERFUL “ONE-HOSS-SHAY” + +And Other Poems + +By Oliver Wendell Holmes + +(Reprinted from the Atlantic Monthly of September, 1858) + +With numerous original illustrations by Thomas McIlvaine + +Frederick A. Stokes Company + +1897 + + + +[Illustration: 008] + +[Illustration: 013] + +[Illustration: 014] + + + + +THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE: + +OR THE WONDERFUL “ONE-HOSS-SHAY.” + +A LOGICAL STORY. + + +|Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay, + +That was built in such a logical way? + +It ran a hundred years to a day, + +And then, of a sudden, it--ah, but stay, + +I'll tell you what happened without delay.= + + + +Scaring the parson into fits, + +Frightening people out of their wits,-- + +Have you ever heard of that, I say?= + + + +Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. + +_Georgius Secundus_ was then alive,-- + +Snuffy old drone from the German hive! + +That was the year when Lisbon-town + +Saw the earth open and gulp her down, + +And Braddock's army was done so brown, + +Left without a scalp to its crown.= + + +[Illustration: 026] + +(“BRADDOCK'S ARMY WAS DONE SO BROWN.”) + + +It was on the terrible Earthquake-day + +That the Deacon finished the one-hoss-shay. + +Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, + +There is always _somewhere_ a weakest spot,-- + +In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, + +In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, + +In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace,--lurking still + +Find it somewhere you must and will,-- + +Above or below, or within or without,-- + +And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, + +A chaise _breaks down_, but doesn't _wear out_.= + + + +But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do) + +With an “I dew vum,” or an “I tell _yeou_,” + +He would build one shay to beat the taown + +'n' the keounty 'n' all the keuntry raoun'; + + +[Illustration: 032] + +(“I DEW VUM”) + + +It should be so built that it _couldn'_ break daown: + +--“Fur,” said the Deacon, “'t's mighty plain + +Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; + +'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, is only jest + +To make that place uz strong uz the rest.” + + + +So the Deacon inquired of the village folk + +Where he could find the strongest oak, + +That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,-- + +That was for spokes and floor and sills; + +He sent for lancewood to make the thills; + +The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; + +The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, + +But lasts like iron for things like these; + +The hubs of logs from the “Settler's ellum,” + +Last of its timber,--they couldn't sell 'em,-- + + +[Illustration: 038] + +(“SO THE DEACON INQUIRED OF THE VILLAGE FOLK.”) + + +Never an axe had seen their chips, + +And the wedges flew from between their lips, + +Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips; + +Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, + +Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, + +Steel of the finest, bright and blue; + +Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; + +Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide + +Found in the pit when the tanner died. + +That was the way he “put her through.”-- + +“There!” said the Deacon, “naow she'll dew!”= + + + +_Do!_ I tell you, I rather guess + +She was a wonder, and nothing less! + +Colts grew horses, beards turned gray, + +Deacon and deaconess dropped away, + +Children and grandchildren--where were they? + +But there stood the stout old one-hoss-shay + +As fresh as on Lisbon-earth-quake-day!= + + + +|Eighteen hundred;--it came and found + +The Deacon's Masterpiece strong and sound. + +Eighteen hundred increased by ten; + +“Hahnsum kerridge” they called it then. + +Eighteen hundred and twenty came:-- + +Running as usual; much the same. + +Thirty and forty at last arrive, + +And then came fifty, and _fifty-five_.= + + + +Little of all we value here + +Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year + +Without both feeling and looking queer. + +In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, + +So far as I know, but a tree and truth. + +(This is a moral that runs at large; + +Take it.--You're welcome.--No extra charge.)= + + + +|First of November--the Earthquake-day.-- + +There are traces of age in the one-hoss-shay, + +A general flavor of mild decay, + +But nothing local, as one may say. + +There couldn't be,--for the Deacon's art + +Had made it so like in every part + +That there wasn't a chance for one to start. + +For the wheels were just as strong as the thills-- + +And the floor was just as strong as the sills, + +And the panels just as strong as the floor, + +And the whippletree neither less nor more. + +And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore, + +And spring and axle and hub _encore_. + +And yet, _as a whole_, it is past a doubt + +In another hour it will be _worn out!_= + + + +|First of November, 'Fifty-five! + +This morning the parson takes a drive. + +Now, small boys, get out of the way! + +Here comes the wonderful one hoss-shay, + +Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. + +“Huddup!” said the parson.--Off went they.= + + + +The parson was working his Sunday's text,-- + +Had got to _fifthly_, and stopped perplexed + +At what the--Moses--was coming next. + +All at once the horse stood still, + +Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill. + + +[Illustration: 050] + +(“THE PARSON TAKES A DRIVE.”) + + +First a shiver, and then a thrill, + +Then something decidedly like a spill,-- + +And the parson was sitting upon a rock, + +At half-past nine by the meet'n'-house-clock,-- + +Just the hour of the Earthquake-shock!= + + + +--What do you think the parson found, + +When he got up and stared around? + +The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, + +As if it had been to the mill and ground! + +You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, + +How it went to pieces all at once,-- + +All at once, and nothing first,-- + +Just as bubbles do when they burst. + +End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. + +Logic is logic. That's all I say. + + +[Illustration: 056] + +“WHEN HE GOT UP AND STARED AROUND.” + + +***** + +***** + + +[Illustration: 062] + +(“THIS ANCIENT SILVER BOWL OF MINE.”) + + + + +ON LENDING A PUNCHBOWL. + + +|This ancient silver bowl of mine--it tells of good old times. + +Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas chimes; + +They were a free and jovial race, but honest, brave and true, + +That dipped their ladle in the punch when this old bowl was new.= + + + +A Spanish galleon brought the bar--so runs the ancient tale-- + +Twas hammered by an Antwerp smith, whose arm was like a flail; + +And now and then between the strokes, for fear his strength should fail, + +He wiped his brow, and quaffed a cup of good old Flemish ale.= + + + +'Twas purchased by an English squire to please his loving dame, + +Who saw the cherubs, and conceived a longing for the same; + + +[Illustration: 068] + +(“JOLLY NIGHTS.”) + + +[Illustration: 072] + +(“AND QUAFFED A CUP OF GOOD OLD FLEMISH ALE.”) + + +And oft, as on the ancient stock another twig was found, + +'Twas filled with caudle spiced and hot, and handed smoking round. + +But, changing hands, it reached at length a Puritan divine. + +Who used to follow Timothy, and take a little wine, + +But hated punch and prelacy; and so it was, perhaps, + +He went to Leyden, where he found conventicles and schnaps.= + + +[Illustration: 078] + +(“WITH THOSE THAT IN THE MAYFLOWER CAME.”) + + +And then, of course, you know what's next,--it left the Dutchman's shore + +With those that in the Mayflower came,--a hundred souls and more,-- + +Along with all the furniture, to fill their new abodes,-- + +To judge by what is still on hand, at least a hundred loads.= + + + +'Twas on a dreary winter's eve, the night was closing dim, + +When old Miles Standish took the bowl, and filled it to the brim; + + +[Illustration: 084] + +(“STIRRED THE POSSET WITH HIS SWORD.”) + + +The little Captain stood and stirred the posset with his sword, + +And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board. + +He poured the fiery Hollands in,--the man that never feared.-- + +He took a long and solemn draught, and wiped his yellow beard; + +And one by one the musketeers,--the men that fought and prayed,-- + +All drank as 'twere their mother's milk, and not a man afraid.= + + + +That night, affrighted from his nest, the screaming eagle flew, + +He heard the Pequot's ringing whoop, the soldier's wild halloo; + +And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to kith and kin, + +“Run from the white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin!”= + + + +A hundred years, and fifty more, had spread their leaves and snows, + +A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub's nose; + +When once again the bowl was filled, but not in mirth or joy. + +'Twas mingled by a mother's hand to cheer her parting boy.= + + + +Drink, John, she said, 'twill do you good--poor child, you'll never bear + +This working in the dismal trench, out in the midnight air, + +And if--God bless me--you were hurt, 'twould keep away the chill; + +So John _did_ drink--and well he wrought that night at Bunker's Hill!= + + +[Illustration: 092] + +(“A MOTHER'S HAND TO CHEER HER PARTING BOY.”) + + +I tell you, there was generous warmth in good old English cheer; + +I tell you, 'twas a pleasant thought to bring its symbol here; + +'Tis but the fool that loves excess--hast thou a drunken soul, + +Thy bane is in thy shallow skull, not in my silver bowl!= + + + +I love the memory of the past--its pressed yet fragrant flowers-- + +The moss that clothes its broken walls--the ivy on its towers-- + +Nay, this poor bauble it bequeathed--my eyes grow moist and dim, + +To think of all the vanished joys that danced around its brim.= + + +[Illustration: 095] + +(“ITS BROKEN WALLS.”) + + +Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight to me; + +The goblet hallows all it holds, whate'er the liquid be; + +And may the cherubs on its face protect me from the sin, + +That dooms one to those dreadful words--“My dear, where _have_ you been? + + +***** + +***** + + + + +THE LAST LEAF. + + +|I saw him once before, + +As he passed by the door, + +``And again + +The pavement stones resound + +As he totters o'er the ground + +``With his cane.= + + + +They say that in his prime + +Ere the pruning-knife of Time + +``Cut him down, + +Not a better man was found + +By the Crier on his round + +``Through the town.= + + + +But now he walks the streets, + +And he looks at all he meets + +``Sad and wan, + +And he shakes his feeble head, + +That it seems as if he said, + +``“They are gone.” + +The mossy marbles rest + +On the lips that he has prest + +``In their bloom, + + +[Illustration: 0104] + +(“AS HE TOTTERS O'ER THE GROUND WITH HIS CANE.”) + + +[Illustration: 108] + +(“IN HIS PRIME.”) + + +And the names he loved to hear + +Have been carved for many a year + +On the tomb.= + + +[Illustration: 110] + +(“THE PRUNING-KNIFE OF TIME”) + + +My grandmamma has said, + +Poor old lady, she is dead + +``Long ago,-- + +That he had a Roman nose, + +And his cheek was like a rose + +In the snow.= + + +[Illustration: 132] + +(“MY GRANDMAMMA HAS SAID.”) + + +But now his nose is thin, + +And it rests upon his chin + +``Like a staff, + +And a crook is in his back, + +And a melancholy crack + +``In his laugh.= + + + +I know it is a sin + +For me to sit and grin + +``At him here; + + +[Illustration: 114] + +(“BY THE CRIER ON HIS ROUND.”) + + +But the old three-cornered hat, + +And the breeches, and all that, + +``Are so queer! + +And if I should live to be + +The last leaf upon the tree + +``In the spring,-- + +Let them smile, as I do now, + +At the old forsaken bough + +``Where I cling + + +[Illustration: 120] + +(“THE MOSSY MARBLES REST”) + + +[Illustration: 124] + +(“THE LIPS THAT HE HAS PREST.”) + + +***** + +***** + + +THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY. + + +|The sun stepped down from his golden throne, + +`And lay in the silent sea, + +And the Lily had folded her satin leaves, + +`For a sleepy thing was she;= + + + +What is the Lily dreaming of? + +`Why crisp the waters blue? + +See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid! + +`Her white leaves are glistening through! + +The Rose is cooling his burning cheek + +`In the lap of the breathless tide;-- + +The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair, + +`That would lie by the Rose's side;= + + + +He would love her better than all the rest, + +`And he would be fond and true;-- + +But the Lily unfolded her weary lids, + +`And looked at the sky so blue.= + + + +Remember, remember, thou silly one, + +`How fast will thy Summer glide, + +And wilt thou wither a virgin pale, + +`Or flourish a blooming bride?= + + + +“O the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold, + +`And he lives on earth,” said she; + +“But the Star is fair and he lives in the air. + +`And he shall my bridegroom be.”= + + + +But what if the stormy cloud should come, + +`And ruffle the silver sea? + +Would he turn his eye from the distant sky, + +`To smile on a thing like thee?= + + + +O no, fair Lily, he will not send + +`One ray from his far-off throne; + +The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow, + +`And thou wilt be left alone.= + + + +There is not a leaf on the mountain top, + +`Nor a drop of evening dew, + +Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore, + +`Nor a pearl in the waters blue, + +That he has not cheered with his fickle smile, + +`And warmed with his faithless beam,-- + +And will he be true to a pallid flower, + +`That floats on the quiet stream?= + + + +Alas for the Lily! she would not heed, + +`But turned to the skies afar. + +And bared her breast to the trembling ray + +That shot from the rising star;= + + + +The cloud came over the darkened sky, + +`And over the waters wide: + +She looked in vain through the beating rain, + +`And sank in the stormy tide.= + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45288.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45288.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3a1a33341f961b9461e4d58094ef0bb2992262ea --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45288.txt @@ -0,0 +1,728 @@ + + +JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK + +English Hexameters + +By Hallam Tennyson + +Illustrated By Randolph Caldecott + +London + +Macmillan And Co. + +And New York + +1886 + + + + +PREFACE + +In his last letter to me Caldecott wrote: 'I have been making several +attempts at the Giant, and have been cogitating over the Illustrations +to "Jack" generally. During the winter I shall be able to show you some +of my ideas.' The following unfinished Sketches are the 'ideas,' which, +with Mrs. Caldecott's kind permission, have been reproduced. + +H. T. + + + +To My Father, + +In Recognition Of What This Booklet Owes To Him, + +And To My Nephews, + +'Golden-Hair'd' Ally, Charlie, And Michael, + +Who Have So Far Condescended + +As To Honour It With Their Approbation. + + + + +JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK + + +|JACK was a poor widow's heir, but he lived as a drone + +```in a beehive, + +`Hardly a handstir a day did he work. To squander her + +```earnings + +`Seem'd to the poor widow hard, who raved and scolded + +```him always. + +`Nought in her house was left; not a cheese, not a loaf, + +```not an onion; + +`Nought but a cow in her yard, and that must go to the + +```market. + +`"Sell me the cow," cried she; then he sold it, gad! for a + +```handful---- + +`Only to think!------of beans. She shied them out thro' + +```the window, + +`Cursing him: hied to her bed, there slept, but awoke in + +```amazement, + +`Seeing a huge bean-stalk, many leaves, many pods, many + +```flowers, + +`Rise to the clouds more tall than a tall California pine- + +```tree; + +`High as a lark was Jack, scarce seen, and climbing away + +```there. + +`"Where an' O where," * he shrill'd; she beheld his boots + +```disappearing; + +* "Where an' O where is my Highland laddie gone?" + + +`Pod by pod Jack arose, till he came to a pod that alarm'd + +```him. + +`Bridge-like this long pod stretch'd out, and touch'd on an + +```island + +`Veil'd in vapour. A shape from the island waved him a + +```signal, + +`Waved with a shining hand, and Jack with an humble + +```obeisance + +`Crawl'd to the shape, who remark'd, "I gave those beans + +```to ye, darling. + +`I am a fairy, a friend to ye, Jack; see yonder a Giant + +`Lives, who slew your own good father, see what a fortress! + +`Enter it, have no fear, since I, your fairy, protect you." + +`Jack march'd up to the gate, in a moment pass'd to the + +```kitchen + +`Led by the savoury smell. This Giant's wife with a ladle + +`Basted a young elephant (Jack's namesake shriek'd and + +```turn'd it). + +`Back Jack shrank in alarm: with fat cheeks peony-bulbous, + +`Ladle in hand, she stood, and spake in a tone of amuse- + +```ment: . + +`"Oh! what a cramp'd-up, small, unsesquipedalian object!" + +`Then from afar came steps, heavy tramps, as a pavior + +```hamm'ring; + +`Out of her huge moon-cheeks the redundant peony faded, + +`Jack's lank hair she grabb'd, and, looking sad resolution, + +`Popt him aghast in among her saucepans' grimy recesses. + +`Then strode in, with a loud heavy-booted thunder of heel- + +```taps, + +`He with a tiger at heel--her Giant, swarthy, colossal: + +`"I smell flesh of a man; yea, wife, tho' he prove but a + +```morsel, + +`Man tastes good." She replied, "Sure thou be'est failing + +```in eyesight; + +`'Tis but a young elephant, my sweetest lord, not a biped." + +`Down he crook'd his monstrous knees, and rested his hip- + +```bones, + +`Call'd for his hen, said "Lay so she, with a chuck cock- + +```a-doodle, + +`Dropt him an egg, pure gold, a refulgent, luminous + +```oval,-- + +`That was her use:--when he push'd her aside, cried, + +```"Bring me the meat now," + +`Gorged his enormous meal, fell prone, and lost recollection. + +`Jack from a saucepan watch'd his broad chest's monstrous + +```upheavals: + +`Then to the chamber above both dame and tiger ascended. + +`"Now for it, hist!" says Jack--"coast clear, and none to + +```behold me," + +`Airily Jack stole forth, and seized the plump, money- + +```laying, + +`Priceless, mystical hen; ran forth, sped away to the bean- + +```stalk, + +`Heard from afar, then near, heavy tramps, as a pavior + +```hamm'ring, + +`Sprang down pod by pod, with a bounding, grasshopper + +```action, + +`Left the Colossus aghast at an edge of his own little + +```island, + +`Lighted on earth, whom she, that bare him, fondly + +```saluting, + +`Dropt a maternal tear, and dried that tear with her + +```apron, + +`Seeing him home and safe; and after it, all was a hey-day, + +`Lots of loaves, and tons of cheeses, a barnful of onions; + +`Cows and calves, and creams, and gold eggs piled to the + +```ceilings: + +`Horses, goats, and geese, and pigs, and pugs by the + +```hundred. + +`Ah! but he found in a while his life of laziness irk- + +```some. + +`"Climb me," the bean-stalk said with a whisper. Jack, + +```reascending, + +`Swarm'd to the wonderful isle once more, and high + +```habitation; + +`Led by the fairy return'd to the fortress, pass'd to the + +```kitchen, + +`Unseen, hied him again to the saucepans' grimy recesses, + +`Peep'd out into the room. The plump wife, peony- + +```bulbous, + +`Toasted a constrictor, which roll'd in vast revolutions. + +`Then strode in, strong-booted again, with a roar, the + +```Colossus: + +`Call'd for his harp, said "Play." So this, with a sharp + +```treble ting-tong, + +`Play'd him an air, a delightful, long-drawn, national + +```anthem, + +`Play'd him an air, untouch'd, (the strings, by a fairy + +```magician + +`Wrought, were alive). Then he shouted aloud, "Wife, + +```bring me the meat now," + +`Gorged his elongate meal; the snake in warm revolutions, + +`Making his huge bulk swell, disappear'd like Man's + +```macaroni: + +`After, he yawn'd and snored, fell prone, and lost recol- + +```lection. + +`So Jack seized the melodious harp, and bolted. A + +```murmur + +`"Master, master, a rascal, a rascal!" rang thro' the harp- + +```strings. + +`Quickly the monster awoke, and wielding a cudgel,-- + +```an oak tree,-- + +`Chased little Jack with a shout of mighty, maniacal + +```anger; + +`Jack to the beanpod sprang with a leap, and desperate + +```hurl'd his + +`Limbs in a downward, furious, headlong pre-cipitation, + +`But for a wink up-glanced; his foeman's ponderous + +```hob-nails + +`Shone from aloft: down crash'd big pods, and bean + +```avalanches. + +`"Haste mother, haste mother, oh! mother, haste, and + +```bring me the hatchet!" + +`Cried Jack, alighting on earth. She brought him an + +```axe double-handed. + +`Jack cleft clean thro' the haulm; that Giant desperate + +```hurl'd his. + +`Limbs in a downward, roaring, thund'ring pre-cipitation, + +`Crash'd to the ground stone-dead with a crash as a crag + +```from a mountain. + +`"I'm your master now," said Jack to the harp at his + +```elbow; + +`"There's your old 'un! of him pray give your candid + +```opinion!" + +`Sweetly the mystical harp responded, "Master, a rascal!" + +[Illustration: 0019] + + + + +JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK + +`Jack was a poor widow's heir, but he lived as a drone in + +```a beehive, + +`Hardly a handstir a day did he work. To squander her + +```earnings + +`Seem'd to the poor widow hard, who raved and scolded + +```him always. + +[Illustration: 0023] + +`Nought in her house was left; not a cheese, not a loaf, + +```not an onion; + +`Nought but a cow in her yard, and that must go to the + +```market. + +`"Sell me the cow," cried she; then he sold it, gad! for + +```a handful---- + +`Only to think!------of beans. + +[Illustration: 0025] + +[Illustration: 0026] + +````She shied them out thro' the window, + +`Cursing him: hied to her bed, there slept, but awoke in + +```amazement, + +`Seeing a huge bean-stalk, many leaves, many pods, many + +```flowers, + +`Pod by pod Jack arose, till he came to a pod that alarm'd + +```him. + +`Bridge-like this long pod stretch'd out, and touch'd on + +```an island + +`Veil'd in vapour. + +[Illustration: 00237] + +````A shape from the island waved him a signal, + +`Waved with a shining hand, and Jack with an humble + +```obeisance + +`Crawl'd to the shape, who remark'd, "I gave those beans + +```to ye, darling. + +`I am a fairy, a friend to ye, Jack; + +````See yonder a Giant + +`Lives, who slew your own good father, see what a + +```fortress! + +`Enter it, have no fear, since I, your fairy, protect you." + +`Jack march'd up to the gate, + +[Illustration: 0029] + +````In a moment pass'd to the kitchen + +`Led by the savoury smell. This Giant's wife with a + +```ladle + +`Basted a young elephant (Jack's namesake shriek'd and + +```turn'd it). + +`Back Jack shrank in alarm: with fat cheeks peony- + +```bulbous, + +`Ladle in hand, she stood, and spake in a tone of amuse- + +```ment: + +`"Oh! what a cramp'd-up, small, unsesquipedalian object!" + +[Illustration: 0031] + +`Then from afar came steps, heavy tramps, as a pavior + +```hamm'ring; + +`Out of her huge moon-cheeks the redundant peony faded, + +`Jack's lank hair she grabb'd, and, looking sad resolution, + +`Popt him aghast in among her saucepans' grimy + +```recesses. + +`Then strode in, with a loud heavy-booted thunder of + +```heel-taps, + +`He with a tiger at heel--her Giant, swarthy, colossal: + +[Illustration: 0033] + +[Illustration: 0034] + +[Illustration: 0035] + +`"I smell flesh of a man; yea, wife, tho' he prove but a + +```morsel, + +`Man tastes good." + +``She replied, "Sure thou be'est failing in eyesight; + +`Tis but a young elephant, my sweetest lord, not a biped." + +`Down he crook'd his monstrous knees, and rested his hip- + +```bones, + +[Illustration: 0037] + +`Call'd for his hen, said, "Lay so she, with a chuck cock- + +```a-doodle, + +`Dropt him an egg, pure gold, a refulgent, luminous oval,-- + +`That was her use:--when he push'd her aside, cried, + +```"Bring me the meat now," + +`Gorged his enormous meal, fell prone, and lost recollection. + +[Illustration: 0039] + +`Jack from a saucepan watch'd his broad chest's monstrous + +```upheavals: + +`Then to the chamber above both dame and tiger ascended. + +`"Now for it, hist!" says Jack--"coast clear, and none to + +```behold me," + +`Airily Jack stole forth, and seized the plump, money- + +```laying, + +`Priceless, mystical hen; + +[Illustration: 0041] + +[Illustration: 0042] + +``Ran forth, sped away from the bean-stalk, + +`Heard from afar, then near, heavy tramps, as a pavior + +```hamm'ring, + +[Illustration: 0044] + +[Illustration: 0045] + +````With a bounding, grasshopper action, + +`Left the Colossus aghast at an edge of his own little island, + +[Illustration: 0047] + +`Lighted on earth, whom she, that bare him, fondly saluting, + +`Dropt a maternal tear, and dried that tear with her + +```apron, + +`Seeing him home and safe; and after it, all was a hey-day, + +[Illustration: 0049] + +[Illustration: 0050] + +`Lots of loaves, and tons of cheeses, a barnful of onions; + +`Cows and calves, and creams, and gold eggs piled to the + +```ceilings: + +`Horses, + +[Illustration: 0051] + +[Illustration: 0052] + +[Illustration: 0053] + +[Illustration: 0054] + +[Illustration: 0055] + +And pigs, + +"Idle Jack" + +`Ah! but he found in a while his life of laziness irksome. + +`"Climb me," the bean-stalk said with a whisper. Jack, + +```reascending, + +`Swarm'd to the wonderful isle once more, and high + +```habitation; + +`Led by the fairy return'd to the fortress, pass'd to the + +```kitchen, + +`Unseen, hied him again to the saucepans' grimy recesses, + +```Peep'd out into -the room. The plump wife, peony- + +`bulbous, + +`Toasted a constrictor, which roll'd in vast revolutions. + +`Then strode in, strong-booted again, with a roar, the + +```Colossus: + +`Call'd for his harp, said "Play." + +[Illustration: 0057] + +````So this, with a sharp treble ting-tong, + +`Play'd him an air, a delightful, long-drawn, national + +```anthem, + +`Play'd him an air, untouch'd, (the strings, by a fairy + +```magician + +`Wrought, were alive). + +[Illustration: 0059] + +[Illustration: 0060] + +`Then he shouted aloud, "Wife, + +``bring me the meat now," + +`Gorged his elongate meal; the snake in warm revolutions, + +`Making his huge bulk swell, disappear'd like Man's + +```macaroni: + +[Illustration: 0061] + +`After, he yawn'd and snored, fell prone, and lost + +```recollection. + +[Illustration: 0062] + +[Illustration: 0063] + +```And bolted. A murmur + +`"Master, master, a rascal, a rascal!" rang thro' the harp- + +```strings. + +`Quickly the monster awoke, and wielding a cudgel,-- + +```an oak tree,-- + +`Chased little Jack + +[Illustration: 0065] + +`With a shout of mighty, maniacal anger; + +[Illustration: 0067] + +`Jack to the beanpod sprang with a leap, and desperate + +````hurl'd his + +`Limbs in a downward, furious, headlong pre-cipitation, + +`But for a wink up-glanced; his foeman's ponderous + +```hob-nails + +`Shone from aloft: + +[Illustration: 0069] + +`````Down crash'd big pods, and bean + +```avalanches. + +`"Haste mother, haste mother, oh! mother, haste, and + +```bring me the hatchet!" + +`Cried Jack, alighting on earth. She brought him an + +```axe double-handed. + +`Jack cleft clean thro' the haulm; that Giant desperate + +```hurl'd his + +`Limbs in a downward, roaring, thund'ring pre-cipitation, + +[Illustration: 0071] + +`Crash'd to the ground stone-dead, with a crash as a crag + +```from a mountain. + +`"I'm your master now," said Jack to the harp at his + +```elbow; + +`"There's your old 'un! of him pray give your candid + +```opinion!" + +`Sweetly the mystical harp responded, "Master, a rascal!" + +[Illustration: 0073] + +[Illustration: 0074] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Jack and The Bean-Stalk, by Hallam Tennyson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45292.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45292.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fc31ca50f61d60c60e662324a47d3c62059367b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45292.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1044 @@ + + +THE PLACID PUG AND OTHER RHYMES + +By (The Belgian Hare) Lord Alfred Douglas + +Author of "Tails with a twist" and "The Duke of Berwick" + +Illustrated by P. P. + +1906 + + +[Illustration: 008] + +[Illustration: 010] + + + + +THE PLACID PUG + + +|THE placid Pug that paces in the Park, + +`Harnessed in silk and led by leathern lead, + +Lives his dull life, and recks not of the Shark + +`In distant waters. Lapped in sloth and greed, + +He fails in strenuous life to make a mark, + +The placid Pug that paces in the park.= + + + +Round the slow circle of his nights and days + +`His life revolves in calm monotony. + +Not unsusceptible to casual praise, + +`And mildly moved by the approach of "tea," + +No forked and jagged lightning leaps and plays + +Round the slow circle of his nights and days.= + + + +He scarcely turns his round protuberant eyes, + +`To mark the mood of animals or men. + +His joy is limited to mild surmise + +`When a new biscuit swims into his ken. + +And when athwart his gaze a Rabbit flies, + +He scarcely turns his round protuberant eyes.= + + + +And all the while the Shark in Southern seas + +[Illustration: 013] + +`Pursues the paths of his pulsating quest, + +Though the thermometer at fierce degrees + +`Might well admonish him to take a rest, + +The Pug at home snores in ignoble ease. + +(And all the while the Shark in Southern seas!)= + + + +If Pugs like Sharks were brought up in the sea + +`And forced to swim long miles to find their food, + +Tutored to front the Hake's hostility, + +`And beard the Lobster in his dangerous mood, + +Would not their lives more sane, more useful be, + +If Pugs like Sharks were brought up in the sea?= + + + +The placid Pug still paces in the park, + +`Untouched by thoughts of all that might have been. + +Undreaming that he might have "steered his bark" + +`Through many a stirring sight and stormy scene. + +But being born a Pug and not a Shark + +The placid Pug still paces in the park.= + + + + +BALLAD FOR BISHOPS + + +|BISHOPS and others who inhabit + +The mansions of the blest on earth, + +[Illustration: 015] + +Grieved by decline of infant birth, + +Have drawn attention to the rabbit. + +Not by design these good men work + +To raise that beast to heights contested, + +But by comparison, suggested, + +With those who procreation shirk.= + + + +For if a nation's moral status + +Be measured by prolific habit, + +Between man and the meanest rabbit + +There is an evident hiatus.= + + + +Each year, by lowest computations, + +Six times the rabbit rears her young, + +And frequent marriages among + +The very closest blood relations + +In very tender years ensure + +A constant stream of "little strangers," + +Who, quickly grown to gallant rangers, + +See that their families endure.= + + + +Not theirs to shirk paternal cares, + +Moved by considerations sordid, + +A child can always "be afforded"; + +The same applies to Belgian hares.= + + + +These noble brutes, pure Duty's pendants, + +May live to see their blood vermilion + +Coursing through something like a billion + +Wholly legitimate descendants.= + + + +Knowledge's path is hard and stony, + +And some may read who unaware are + +That rabbit brown and Belgian hare are + +Both members of the genus Coney.= + + + +The common hare, who lives in fields + +And never goes into a hole, + +(In this inferior to the mole) + +In all things to the Belgian yields.= + + + +He will, immoral brute, decline + +To multiply domestic "pledges," + +The family he rears in hedges + +Is often limited to nine.= + + + +Such shocking want of _savoir faire_, + +(Surely a symptom of insanity) + +Might goad a Bishop to profanity + +Were it not for the Belgian hare.= + + + + +SONG FOR VINTNERS + + +|THE Lion laps the limpid lake, + +`The Pard refuses wine, + +The sinuous Lizard and the Snake, + +`The petulant Porcupine, + +Agree in this, their thirst to quench + +Only with Nature's natural "drench."= + + + +In vain with beer you tempt the Deer, + +`Or lure the Marmozet; + +The early morning Chanticleer, + +`The painted Parroquet, + +Alike, on claret and champagne + +Gaze with unfaltering disdain.= + + + +No ale or spirit tempts the Ferret, + +`No juice of grape the Toad. + +[Illustration: 022] + +In vain towards the "Harp and Merit" + +`The patient Ox you goad; + +Not his in rapture to extol + +The praises of the flowing bowl.= + + + +The silent Spider laughs at cider, + +`The Horse despises port; + +The Crocodile (whose mouth is wider + +`Than any other sort) + +Prefers the waters of the Nile + +To any of a stronger style.= + + + +The Rabbit knows no "private bar," + +`The Pelican will wander + +Through arid plains of Kandahar, + +`Nor ever pause to ponder + +Whether in that infernal clime + +The clocks converge to "closing time."= + + + +True "bona-fide traveller" + +`Urging no sophist plea, + +How terrible must seem to her + +`Man's inebriety; + +She who in thirsty moments places + +Her simple trust in green oases.= + + + +With what calm scorn the Unicorn, + +`In his remote retreat, + +Must contemplate the fervour born + +`Of old "Ch√Ęteau Lafitte." + +Conceive the feelings of the Sphinx + +Confronted with Columbian drinks!= + + + +And oh! if all this solemn truth + +`Were dinned into its mind + +From earliest years, might not our youth + +`Regenerate mankind, + +Aspire to climb the Heights, and dare + +To emulate the Belgian hare?= + + + + +HYMN FOR HUMBLE PEOPLE + + +|THE staunch and strenuous Serpent spends his time + +`In the safe field of serpentine pursuits, + +Rightly considering it a social crime + +`To parody the ways of other brutes.= + + + +Scorning the fraud of alien aspirations, + +`The snobbishness that apes another class, + +Proud, and yet conscious of his limitations, + +`He bites the dust and grovels in the grass.= + + + +The moral food that keeps him down is Force, + +`Force to confine his fancies to their beds. + +[Illustration: 028] + +Makes him the laughing-stock of quadrupeds.= + + + +No weak attempt to carol like the Lark, + +`Fore-doomed to failure and to ridicule, + +Troubles his life; he does not wish to bark, + +`Has no desire to amble like a Mule.= + + + +Having no legs he does not try to walk, + +`But keeps contentedly his native crawl; + +Having no voice he does not strive to talk, + +`Much less to bellow or to caterwaul.= + + + +Mark the inevitably reached result: + +`To balance the advantages he missed, + +In three departments he may yet exult + +`To be the only perfect specialist.= + + + +Three arts are his: to writhe, to hiss, to creep. + +`The Toad's tenacity, the Wombat's wiles, + +Or the keen cunning of the crafty Sheep + +`(And all are artists in their various styles),= + + + +Would vainly challenge them. He reigns supreme + +`In these the fields of his activity, + +And reigning so defies the envious Bream, + +`Who sneers and shrugs and sniggers in the sea.= + + + +Type of the wise, who roar but never foam + +`(If they can help it) at the mouth, except + +When night and morn they brush their teeth at home + +`With pallid powder for that purpose kept.= + + + + +VERSICLES FOR VEGETARIANS + + +|SINCE Dr. Watts in frenzy fine + +`Extolled the "busy Bee," + +The patience of the Porcupine, + +`The Newt's fidelity, + +The calm contentment of the Pike, + +Have stirred our hearts and brain alike.= + + + +Lives there a man so lost, so low, + +`That he has never found + +Some lesson in the Buffalo, + +`Some precept in the Hound? + +Few who have won Victoria's cross + +Owe _nothing_ to the Albatross.= + + + +These pleasant thoughts must turn our minds, + +`In meditation quiet, + +Towards the moral law that binds + +`The principles of diet. + +Since 'tis a maxim none disputes, + +That we should imitate the brutes.= + + + +As has been shown in former verse, + +`The animal creation + +Does not in its own nature nurse + +`Inebriate inclination; + +Nor is it formed by Heaven to pant + +For alcoholic stimulant.= + + + +That being so, our path is plain, + +`We must eschew all drinks; + +If we are anxious to attain + +`To the celestial brinks, + +The meanest Hippopotamus + +Will make our duty clear to us.= + + + +But in the search for Natural guides + +`To moral food-restrictions, + +We are assaulted on all sides + +`By patent contradictions. + +Thus, while the Lion lives on meat, + +The Pheasant is content with wheat.= + + + +Who then, when beasts do not agree, + +`Shall venture to decide? + +[Illustration: 033] + +Some will adopt the Chimpanzee + +[Illustration: 034] + +`And some the Fox as guide, + +Others the Bear or Antelope, + +Nature allows the fullest scope.= + + + + +HYMN FOR HOWLERS + + +|WHO that has sailed upon the ocean's face, + +`Or walked beside the sea along the sand, + +Has not felt envy for the piscine race, + +Comparing its domain, where noise is banned, + +To the infernal racket that takes place + +On land?= + + + +While up above the billows rage and roar + +And make a most unnecessary noise, + +And shallow Shrimps, who live too near the shore, + +Are harassed by the shouts of girls and boys, + +Who find the beach a place convenient for + +Their toys,= + + + +The happy members of the Fishy clan + +Pursue in peace their various pursuits, + +All undisturbed by bell of muffin-man, + +Or bellow of purveyor of fresh fruits, + +Who at each "Pub" his voice republican + +Recruits.= + + + +The harmless Herring gambols with his young, + +And heeds but hears not their impulsive play. + +(His heart is with their mother who was flung, + +Kippered to feed a clerk's bank-holiday, + +Into the salting-tub and passed unsung + +Away.)= + + + +Now, had this Herring been of human breed, + +And lived in London or some other town, + +Fate would have made him _hear_ as well as heed + +His offspring as it gambolled up and down, + +[Illustration: 037] + +Making a noise that's very hard indeed + +To drown.= + + + +Moreover, organ-grinders would have ground, + +And yowls from both "employed" and "unemployed"; + +Hoarse howls from those who had "salvation" found, + +And bawls from those whose faith had been destroyed, + +Would have combined to keep his sense of sound + +Annoyed.= + + + +Who would not therefore rather be a Whale, + +A Hake, a Haddock, or a Mackerel, + +Than linger in this sad uncertain vale + +(Here where men sit and hear each other yell)? + +Better to go, if other places fail, + +To ------ + + + + +DIRGE FOR DEFEATED CANDIDATES + + +|THE dreadful Dragon and the Unicorn, + +`Accustomed to be treated with respect, + +`And much annoyed by present-day neglect, + +Have sometimes wished they never had been born, + +`At least in any world so "unselect."= + + + +Their non-existence being now a "fact" + +`Accepted by mankind's majority, + +`They naturally feel quite "up a tree." + +They don't know what to do to counteract + +`These damned delusions of Democracy.= + + + +Although they often walk out in the sun, + +`And show themselves in all important streets, + +`Although in fact they have their "regular beats," + +They're hardly ever seen by any one, + +`And get no notice in the "daily sheets."= + + + +Although as signs they hang on various inns, + +`They find themselves irrevocably "out."= + + + +[Illustration: 040] + +In vain they prance and caracole about, + +Even the tribute of "derisive grins" + +`Is now denied them in their final rout.= + + + +Mere non-belief in his existence may + +`Seem, to one emptying a festive flagon + +`In the interior of the "Wasp and Wagon," + +A very trifling matter any way. + +`But it is most annoying to the Dragon.= + + + +The subject may appear beneath contempt + +`To one who holds the world's applause in scorn, + +`Preferring in a cloister to adorn + +"Illumined scrolls in heavenly colours dreamt," + +`But it is galling to the Unicorn. + + + + +POEM FOR THE PROUD + + +|SEEN in the mirror of the poet's dream, + +(Exclusively reserved for the "elect"), + +Each animal supplies us with a theme + +For wondering-admiration and respect. + +Thus, to those men who truly modest seem + +Compare + +The Hare.= + + + +The Bee performs all sorts of useful things + +When she is gathering honey for the hive, + +She fertilises flowers and plants, and brings + +Food to keep necessary Drones alive. + +Unless annoyed she very seldom stings, + +Dear me! + +The Bee.= + + + +The Dove extols and cherishes his mate, + +And coos and woos all through the summer day. + +H is life is blamelessly immaculate, + +And though his wings enable him to stray, + +He seldom does. He never comes home late. + +By Jove! + +The Dove.= + + + +The Crow displays a splendid scorn of pelf, + +Backed by invulnerable self-restraint. + +All specious arts he lays upon the shelf, + +And, being free from every primal taint, + +He keeps himself entirely to himself. + +[Illustration: 044] + +Bravo + +The Crow!= + + + +The Stork _compels_ our admiration, he + +Will stand for several hours in the same place + +And on one leg, instead of two (or three), + +Thus practising economy of space. + +A grand example of stability! + +Oh Lork! + +The Stork.= + + + +The self-repressive Cod, on his own beat, + +Swims in elaborately-studied curves. + +He keeps below, not wishing to compete + +With surface-swimming fishes, though his nerves + +Are sometimes tried by lack of air, and heat. + +Good God! + +The Cod.= + + + + +SONG FOR SIDLERS + + +|THE Crab walks sideways, not because his build + +`Precludes the possibility of walking straight, + +And not (as some have thought) that he is filled + +`With strange and lawless theories on gait; + +Still less that he is foolishly self-willed + +`And prone to show off or exaggerate.= + + + +No serious student of his life and ways + +`Will venture to impugn his common sense; + +His tact and moderation win high praise + +`Even from those whose faculties are dense + +And blind to the false issues which they raise + +`When they accuse him of malevolence.= + + + +"But, ah!" these shallow hide-bound pedants cry, + +`"If to the Crab all virtues you concede, + +If his intentions are not evil, why + +`This sidelong walk, + +[Illustration: 047] + +`These flanking steps that lead + +To no advancement of Humanity, + +`No exaltation of the mortal breed?= + + + +"Why not go forward as the Sword-fish goes? + +`Or move straight backward, like the jibbing Horse + +Why this absurd and pitiable pose + +`That takes delight in any devious course? + +Why this dislike to 'following the nose' + +`Which all the best authorities endorse?"= + + + +Insensate fools. Swims not the Cod in curves? + +`Does not the running Roebuck leap and bound + +If in his flight the Capercailzie swerves, + +`Shall he be mocked by every Basset-hound + +Who, having neither feathers, wings, nor nerves, + +`Has not the pluck to rise up from the ground?= + + + +Peace, peace, the Crab adopts a side-long walk, + +`For reasons still impossible to see. + +And if his pride permitted him to talk + +`To any one who did not do as he, + +His instinct would be, probably, to balk + +`The hopes of vulgar curiosity.= + + + +And while the schoolmen argue and discuss, + +`And fill the air with "whats," and "whens," and "whys," + +And demonstrate as: thus, and thus, and thus, + +`The crab will pulverise their theories, + +And put an end to all this foolish fuss + +`By walking sideways into Paradise. + + + + +FRAGMENT FOR PHILOSOPHERS + + +|IN the abysses of the ocean deeps, + +`Fathoms removed from men and mortal strife, + +[Illustration: 050] + +The unexpectant Oyster smiles and sleeps + +`Through the calm cycle of his peaceful life.= + + + +What though above his head the steamboat plies, + +`And close at hand he hears the fume and fuss + +Of the impetuous Halibut that flies + +`The mad embraces of the Octopus.= + + + +Though the fierce tails of Whales like flails descend + +`Upon the water lashed to furious foam, + +And the Sea-serpents writhe and twist and bend + +`All round the purlieus of his ocean home,= + + + +He still preserves his philosophic calm, + +`His high detachment from material things, + +And lays to his untroubled soul the balm + +`Of that contentment oft denied to kings.= + + + +Not far off, on the shore, men fume and fret, + +`And prowl and howl and postulate and preach, + +The Baby bellows in the bassinet, + +`And the Salvation Army on the beach.= + + + +The unsuccessful "Artist" of the "Halls" + +`Has blacked his face with cork, and now he sings + +Of moons and coons and comic funerals + +[Illustration: 052] + +`And the enchantment that the cake-walk brings.= + + + +And on the pier the "milingtary band" + +`Poisons the air with beastly brazen sound, + +While cockney couples wander hand in hand, + +[Illustration: 053] + +`And dismal tourists tour, + +[Illustration: 054] + +And bounders bound.= + + + +And donkey-boys allure to donkey rides + +`The sitters on the sand beside the sea, + +And touts sell "guides" to all the town provides, + +`From theatres to "painless dentistry."= + + + +To all this noise the Oyster lends no ear, + +`Partly because he has no ear to lend, + +Partly because he hates to interfere, + +`Chiefly because these rhymes must have an end.= + + + +[Illustration: 056] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45389.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45389.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ac68042bd0f2e36c8d91a4578ffed6e3d05f4c4b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45389.txt @@ -0,0 +1,332 @@ + + +TWO YELLOW-BIRDS. + +By Anonymous + +[Illustration: 001] + +[Illustration: 003] + +[Illustration: 004] + +[Illustration: 005] + +[Illustration: 006] + + + + + +TWO YELLOW-BIRDS. + +|When Lucy Tracy was a very little girl, her mother had a beautiful +yellow bird. He was quite tame, and would come out of his cage, and sit +upon Mrs. Tracy's plants, and then fly upon the breakfast table, and +pick the crumbs from the white cloth, while Lucy and her lather and +mother were eating their breakfast. + +Little Lucy had no brother or sister to eat breakfast with her; so that +she enjoyed very much having Black-pate, as she called him, from the +black tuft on his head. She could chatter to him, as if he were no older +than herself. And she would often give him lumps of sugar. + +He liked very much to fly into a basin of water and flatter his wings, +bob his head in and out, and spatter Lucy's face Then she would laugh +and clap her would peck at, while she held them in her fingers, and he +would do it again, as if to make her laugh the more. + +She would stand by her mother, as she filled his glass cups, one with +hemp-seed and the other with water, and brush all the old seeds from the +bottom of his cage; for birds love a clean cage, as well as little girls +love a clean house. + +[Illustration: 008] + +He was not a Canary bird; but one of the wild yellow birds, that fly +about in the woods and fields. He did not seem to mourn his liberty, but +appeared generally very happy in his wire house. His kind mistress took +good care of him. She never trusted any one but herself to wash his cage +or give him food. She knew poor birds often to suffer from hunger and +thirst, by the neglect of those who are _told_ to take care of them. She +would often say to Lucy, "It is a hard thing, my little girl, to be shut +up in a cage, as this poor bird is; therefore, we ought to do all we +can to make him comfortable. It is very wicked to let little birds want +seeds, or water, either to drink, or wash themselves in." + +"But mother, if he don't like his cage, what makes him sing so sweetly, +when he flies into it, after he has washed himself in the little basin +you keep for him? That don't look as if he were unhappy." + +"I did not say that he was unhappy; but he has a feeling of confinement, +when he flies against the wires of his cage, as if he wished to get out; +just as you have when you find yourself shut up in a room, when _you_ +wish to get out. He sings to show his gratitude for his food, and while +he is eating, feels quite as happy as when he is in his native woods; +but after he has done, he wants to fly about just as you want to run. +Soon he is hungry again; and then goes to his seeds to eat; and again +sings his thanks." + +"But, mother, if you think poor Black-pate is not happy, why don't you +let him fly away, and go into the green woods again?" + +"Why, Lucy, look out of the window, ana see if there be any green +woods where he _can_ fly?" Lucy ran to the window, but soon returned, +exclaiming, "Oh dear! no, mother; the ground is all covered with snow; +and the trees are all frost instead of leaves. Poor Black-pate! you are +better where you are, for the cold snow would freeze your little, feet +and you could find no seeds upon the frosty trees and bushes. Wait till +spring comes; and then, mother, shan't you let him fly, if he chooses?" + +"Yes, I only bought him of the boys, who brought him here in the +beginning of winter, to keep him until the warm spring comes, I told +them I would take him at the price they named, if they would not catch +any more, which they promised." + +In about a month from this time, the snow was all gone--the buds upon +the trees began to swell, and some of them had burst into leaves. +The sun was quite warm; and Lucy remembered her mother's promise to +Black-pate. One morning, just before the sun rose. Mrs. Tracy called her +little daughter to walk with her into the garden. "Come, Lucy, let us +see if Black-pate would like to bid us good bye this fine morning." +Mr. Tracy took the cage, and Mrs. Tracy and Lucy followed him into +the garden; he hung it upon a tree, that was nearly covered with young +leaves, and opened the door. The bird flew in and out several times. + +After breakfast, Lucy sat down with her mother, in a parlor, that led +to a piazza, looking into the garden, to study her lesson. Often she +started up from her book and ran out, to see if Black-pate was still +there. Her mother did not speak to her, for some time. He at +times, peeked at the leaves, flew from bough to bough, sung some of its +sweetest notes, but did not fly out of the garden. They left the cage +upon the tree, and Black-pate at liberty to go or stay, just as he +pleased. + +[Illustration: 012] + +At last she said, "Lucy; how many words can you spell?" + +"I am afraid not one; for I am thinking all the time about dear +Black-pate, and how sad I shall he tomorrow morning, when I don't see +him on the table. And I keep looking out, to see if he has got back to +his cage. I am afraid, mother, I am selfish; for every time I look out +and see him flying about, I feel sorry. Is not that selfish?" + +"Yes, my dear, it certainly is; for it is preferring your own happiness +to that of your little bird; which but a few weeks ago you begged me to +set at liberty. I am glad you see it is selfish, for you will try not +to indulge it, since you know it is wicked. Instead of thinking how sad +_you_ will be to-morrow morning, think how happy your _bird_ will be, +hopping about in the beautiful fresh air. And you may get up as early +as you please, and go into the garden, and see if he will not give you a +sweeter song than you ever heard in the house." + +The next morning, as soon as the day began to dawn, Lucy awoke, and +called from her little bed. "Mother, do you think Black-pate is awake +yet?" + +"I don't know, but you may get up and see." So up jumped Lucy, and put +on her clothes, and away she ran into the garden. She found the cage +empty, but soon heard Black-pate, and some other birds, singing most +briskly. She strewed some seeds and crumbs of bread upon the ground for +them, and had great pleasure in running about and hearing them sing, +till breakfast was ready. She then went into the house, and after +breakfast she sat down to sew with her mother. She finished all the work +that her mother required, and repeated her lesson without missing one +word. + +She was so good a girl, that in the afternoon her fond mother took her +to ride with her, a few miles, to visit a friend, who had some children +about her own age. They walked in the woods and saw and heard many +little birds chirp and sing; and Lucy enjoyed very much a variety of +plays with the children, and passed a part of the time very pleasantly +in swinging. + +[Illustration: 015] + +At night she, returned home by the light of a beautiful moon, and went +to bed very happy. In the morning she went into the garden to hear +Black-pate sing; but no Black-pate was there! At first she felt a little +sad; but she remembered how happy the little birds were, that she had +seen the day before; and she soon sent her sad feelings away A few days +after this, a gentleman, a friend of her father, came to dine with them. +As he was very fond of children, he talked a great deal with Lucy; and +she told him the story of her bird. Black-pate. + +He listened very kindly to her and when she had finished, he said, "And +so, my little girl, then your fine cage is quite empty and useless now?" + +"Yes, sir," said Lucy. "Well," said he, "I have some young birds that +were born in a cage; and they will not be unhappy to live in one, if +they are taken good care of; for they have never known any other home. +Now if your mother is willing, and you would like it, I will send you +one to-morrow morning, to put into your empty cage. And I dare say you +will never forget to feed him, and give him fresh water to drink and +wash in every morning." + +Mrs. Tracy was quite willing; and Lucy promised she would not +forget.--The next morning the gentleman sent the bird; for he always +remembered his promises. + +[Illustration: 017] + +This bird was not so handsome as Black-pate; his color was not as +brilliant, nor his neck so long and graceful; but he sung very sweetly; +and Lucy soon found that she loved him quite as well as she had ever +loved Black-pate Though only six years old, she never once forgot to +give him fresh seeds and water, and to clean his cage every morning. +She was so small that she could not take down the cage from the sunny +window, where it hung, nor put it back, after she had cleaned it; +but her father was so much pleased with her attention to her little +favorite, that he was always ready to help her. + +For nearly two years, Lucy thought that her bird grew handsomer and sang +more sweetly every day. She used to go to school in the morning, and +when she came home, would often bring flowers to dress his cage with, or +chickweed, and the long seed vessels of the plantain, which little birds +love very much; and he always repaid her with a song. + +But the third spring, he began to droop and look sick; he left off +singing, and almost left off eating. He would sit on his roost for a +long time, hanging his head, as if he had not strength to hold it up. + +It grieved Lucy very much to see him so. She put saffron into the +water; buds of saffron about his cage; gave him lump? of nice sugar; and +spread, every morning, large branches cf fresh chick-weed over his cage; +but all to no purpose. + +One morning, poor little Pet, for that was the name she gave him, looked +more sick than ever. She changed the water and the seeds; though the +seeds she had put in fresh the day before, had not been touched. She +dressed his case with all the flowers she could find in the month of +May, and then went to school with a heavy heart. At noon she came +home, and her dear Pet lay on his hack upon the bottom of his cage. His +sufferings were all ended. The little bird was dead! + +[Illustration: 019] + +Poor Lucy wept bitterly; this was the heaviest affliction she had ever +known. She laid down upon her mother's bed, and sobbed aloud. Mrs. Tracy +knew that the sorrows of children are not last ing, though they are +severe for the time. She therefore did not, at first, think it best to +endeavor to restrain her tears; but she found that if not checked, she +would make herself ill. She would not eat any dinner; and she was unfit +to go to school in the afternoon. Her mother, at length, said, "My dear +child, you must not give way thus to your grief for the loss of a bird. +I know that you loved Pet very much, and that he gave you a great deal +of pleasure; but you must remember, that sorrow for the death of a bird +ought not to unfit you for every thing. Now, by thus crying, you have +been obliged to stay from school, and have lost several hours work upon +the little frock you were making for your aunt; besides making your head +ache so much, that you cannot study your lesson this evening. I feel +very much for your grief; but you are old enough to understand that all +sorrow which prevents us from doing our duty, is wrong--it is selfish +While you were laying upon the bed crying and sobbing, do you think your +father and I could enjoy our dinner? I assure you we did not. And your +lather went to the store with a very sad countenance. I hope when he +comes home, you will meet him with a smiling face, and let him see, +that, though you loved your bird very much, you love him more. And I +hope, my little girl, you will learn a lesson, from this first sorrow, +which will be of use to you all your life, viz. not to feel so strong an +attachment to any object, that the loss of it will unfit you to do any +thing that it is your duty to do." + +Lucy was in general a good girl: and she loved her parents very much, +for they were always kind to her; though they never indulged her in any +thing they thought wrong. She attended to what her mother said, and was +sorry she had grieved them so much. She got up from the bed, washed her +face and eyes in cold water, combed her hair smooth, and when her father +came home, he found her sewing with her mother She was a little sad; but +she cried no more, and answered very pleasantly when any one spoke to +her. + +A friend of her father passed the evening with them. He saw that Lucy +was not so lively as usual, and inquired the cause. He told her he would +paint her a likeness of her little bird. + +We have said that the bird was not handsome; but he was a very sweet +songster. And we trust all our little readers know, that beauty of +person alone will never recommend either little birds or little girls, +to the affections of their friends. + +When Lucy became a woman, though she met with many heavy afflictions, +she always kept in mind, that "all sorrow which makes us neglect our +duty to our fellow-beings, is selfish, and of course wrong." + + + + +MARIA + +|Come, Maria, my dear, said her mamma, let us take a walk, and I will +show you some pretty things. + +Maria was quite pleased to hear this, and ran to fetch her bonnet and +cloak. + +Her mamma then took her by the hand, and led her out at the door, and +then out at the gate, and then they came into the road; and as they +went to the place where her mamma meant to show her little girl the +fine things, they saw a number of sheep and lambs sporting in the open +fields. + +They soon came to the place, and there they saw very fine flowers, which +smelled so sweetly that little Maria felt quite happy with the sights +and scents. + +"Here, my dear," said the lady to her little girl, "this is a rose; what +a fine pink hue it has got! Smell it my dear, for I am sure that you +will like it;--did you ever smell any thing so sweet?--There is a bud of +the rose: see what fine soft moss grows on it, and how close it is +wrapped round with green leaves to guard it whilst it is young and +tender." + +[Illustration: 024] + +"That, Maria, is a stalk; it is like a little bush of red flowers, of a +very nice scent. It is so fine a one, it looks like a young tree. There +is a wall flower: some like the smell of them very much, but some think +they are too strong. + +"There is a pink; it is very sweet to smell of. + +"That is a heart's ease: it is a very pretty little flower. What a fine +purple color on that leaf; it is like velvet; but it has no scent." + +[Illustration: 025] + +"Neither has the blue-bell, which you see there, though it looks very +pretty." + +Maria's mamma shewed her a great many more flowers, and told her the +names of them. + +"Oh! what flower is that, mamma," said little Maria, pointing with her +finger to a very tall and large flower. + +"That, my dear, is a sun-flower." + +"Oh! how large it is," said Maria, "it is like a sun in this fine +Garden." + +Her mamma then took her all over the garden, and Maria asked her what +the name of this thing, and what the name of that thing was all the +time they were there. + +Her mamma then picked her little girl a very pretty bunch of flowers, +which Maria took home with great care, and then put them in one of the +vases which was in the parlor, and put water to them, to keep them alive +as long as she could. + +Her mamma took home a large bunch for herself, to put into the large +China jar, to make the room look lively, and smell sweet with the scent +of it, and a very fine flower-pot it was. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45390.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45390.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c6ca0fb7f6c4c4ae01a9f2bfef4239037e0136e8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45390.txt @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ + + +WINTER. + +Old Age--The Winter of Life + +Printed And Sold By Samuel Wood & Sons + +1816. + +[Illustration: 003] + + + +|The birds, quite mute, the trees, stripped of their green livery, the +shortened days and lengthened nights, together with the piercing winds +and pinching frosts, now show us that winter is come: stern Winter, +which resembles Old Age, or the closing scene. + +[Illustration: 005] + +Yet, even this season is not void of its beauties and blessings. The new +fallen snow caps the mountains, and covers the valleys, with a white and +beautiful vesture, which is thrown into many curious forms, folds, and +ridges, by the rude blasts of the driving winds. + +What can exceed the dazzling splendour of a rising sun, on the trees and +bushes, after a night of rain and freezing, when every branch appears +like a shining crystal? A prospect grand indeed! + +The severe frosts of Winter, with the agitated atmosphere, dispel the +sickening fumes which arise from heated and stagnant pools, and decaying +vegetation. + +[Illustration: 007] + +This gives health and vigour to the body, and an it were, new spring to +thought. Who but has observed the lively sensations of body and mind +on a clear frosty morning in winter? What a contrast to the languor +experienced after a sultry night in summer or in autumn. + +Although there are now no fields of corn to hoe or harvest to cut, yet +the winter is not a scene of inactivity. It is undoubtedly the will of +Heaven, that man should labour--The constitutions of his body and +mind are so formed, as greatly to need it. Moderate labour tends to the +health of both. + +The woodman, with his axe, engages the sturdy oak, which by his repeated +strokes, bows its ancient and venerable head, and comes tumbling to the +ground. It is then cut into suitable lengths, and carted home for the +fire. + +[Illustration: 009] + +The grain is now threshed out from the straw, and cleared from the chaff +by the wind or a fan. The wheat, rye, and buckwheat, are then carried +to the mill, ground into flour, brought home and made into bread, pies, +cakes, &c. + +Barley is used to make beer, oats to feed horses, and Indian corn for +both man and beast. + +Much attention to the poor dumb animals is necessary, who look up to +man for protection. The horsed cows, and sheep are to be foddered early +and late, and provided with proper shelter. + +[Illustration: 011] + +The hogs are to be fed and furnished with a bed of straw. The turkeys, +geese, and ducks, with the other poultry, will flock round the little +boy or girl, who comes with a basket of corn to feed them. + +The flax in the winter is broken with a crackle, and then dressed on +a swingling-board by a long wooden knife: afterwards passed through a +hatchel, and then, by the industrious country woman and her daughters, +spun into yarn, for the purpose of making linen for our shirts, &c. + +In the long winter evenings, how pleasant for a family to sit by a good +fire, and hear the cold wind whistling without; when; neighbour enjoys +the company of neighbour, and treats him with a drink of palatable +cider, and some good apples; while the little children are agreeably +employed in cracking and eating the nuts which they gathered in the +fall. + +[Illustration: 013] + +Some amuse themselves with riding in the sleigh, while the little boys +glide swiftly, in many a curious curve, upon the ice; and, when the +weather is foul, the little folks can suitably exercise themselves +within doors at shuttlecock.= + + +|Behold the gray branches that + +```stretch from the trees, + +``Nor blossoms nor verdure they + +```wear! + +`They rattle and shake to the + +```northerly breeze, + +``And wave their long arms in the + +```air.= + + + +`The sun hides his face in a mantle + +```of cloud, + +```Dark vapours roll over the sky, + +``The wind through the wood hol- + +```lows hoarsely and loud. + +``And sea birds across the land + +```fly.= + + + +`Come in, little Charles, for the + +```snow patters down, + +``No path in the garden remains: + +`The streets and the houses are + +```white in the town, + +``And white are the field and the + +```plain.= + + + +`Come in, little Charles, from the + +```tempest of snow; + +``'Tis dark, and the shutters we'll + +```close; + +`We'll put a fresh fagot to make + +```the fire glow, + +``Secure from the storm as it + +```blows; + +`But how many wretches, without + +```house or home, + +``Are wandering naked and pale; + +`Oblig'd on the snow-covered + +```common to roam, + +``And pierc'd by the pitiless gale! + +`No house for their shelter, no vict- + +```uals to eat, + +No beds for their limbs to re- + +pose: + +[Illustration: 017] + +`Or a crust dry and mouldy, the + +```best of their meat, + +``And their pillow, a pillow of snows.= + + + +`Be thankful, my child, that it is + +```not thy lot, + +``To wander an orphan and poor, + +`A father and mother, and home + +```thou hast got, + +``And yet thou deservest them + +```no more. + +`Be thankful, my child, and forget + +```not to pay + +``Thy thanks to the Father above, + +`Who gives thee so many more + +```blessings than they. + +``And crowns thy whole life with + +```his love. = + + + +[Illustration: 018] + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45477.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45477.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..418bf880545f10f32944bfc58418e1346cc6f5df --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45477.txt @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ + + +CURLY LOCKS. + +By Anonymous + +[Illustration: 0001] + +|I am going to tell you the story of a dear, good little girl, called +Curly Locks. Of course that was not her _real_ name; her real name was +Alice, but she was called Curly Locks because she had such beautiful +hair, which hung down her back in golden ringlets. Some people think +that _all_ the good children are in story-books; that there were no real +good children. Yes, I have actually heard some grown-up people say +this, that all the live children were bad, and all the good ones were +in story-books. Now I think that people who believe this, must have been +very bad themselves when young, and so have a bad opinion of children +generally. Curly Locks was an unusually good child, good enough to write +a whole book about. Never shall I forget the first time I ever saw her, +for never did I see a prettier picture, no, not in all the art galleries +of Europe. She was sitting in a large, velvet chair sewing doll-clothes, +at the same time singing a sweet song, stopping now and then to tell +dollie to be good and go to sleep, though poor dollie looked as if she +was not very comfortable. I have tried to show you in the picture here +how she looked, but the picture of a pretty little girl could never be +as pretty as the little girl herself. + +[Illustration: 0003] + +|Curly Locks lived in a very large city and went to a Kindergarten. Do +you go to a Kindergarten, little Reader? I hope so, for they are the +nicest places in the world for small children. I must tell you about +a party that the children had who went to the Kindergarten with Curly +Locks. Some kind ladies wished to have a free Kindergarten for little +boys and girls who were not able to pay, so it was suggested that there +should be a children's féte at one of the ladies' houses who lived a +short distance in the country. + +To make it more interesting, they concluded that the children should +wear fancy costumes. Well, it was a beautiful sight: so many little +people dressed in so many different styles; there were Lords and Ladies, +princes and peasants, and all sorts of characters represented; but I +will not describe any except that of Curly Locks. She went as the "Mary +that had the little Lamb, whose fleece was white as snow." Fortunately a +few weeks before the féte came off, her uncle, who lived in the country, +sent her for a present the dearest little white lamb. Oh! how Curly +Locks loved it, and how delighted she was when her mother told her that +she could take it to the party with her. + +[Illustration: 0006] + +|She had named it Snow Drop, because it looked so pure and white when +she first saw it. She had to have it washed for the party though, or +she could not have sung "its fleece was white as snow." You can not keep +lambs white in large cities very well. Snow Drop was worthy his name +though, when dressed for the party--he had a blue ribbon with a tiny +silver bell around his neck. I think Curly Locks with her little lamb at +her side, was more admired than any other character at the fête, and she +enjoyed it all so much--the little children, the green grass, the bright +flowers, the music, the ice-cream--oh! it was all a delight to her, and +the fresh air brought such a pretty pink color to her cheeks, that Papa +said when school was out, she could go and make her kind uncle a visit +in the country. + +Well, Curly Locks dreamed of the country all that night, and in a few +weeks her Mamma and Papa took her to her uncle's. I could not begin to +tell you of all the pleasures she had daring the time she was there, but +I will try and tell what she liked best. She had a cousin near her own +age named Harry, and they often went fishing together. There was a creek +near the house, and as it was not dangerous, her Mamma was not afraid +for her to go. To be sure there were only small fish in this creek, but +they were small children, and could not have caught large fish had there +been any. Sometimes when tired of fishing, they would put their rods on +the grass, and hunt pretty pebbles and small shells in the sand--this +was great fun for Curly Locks--better than fishing, and she carried home +with her that Fall several bottles of pretty stones and shells, into +which she poured a little clear water, which made them look much +brighter. + +[Illustration: 0007] + +|One of her greatest delights was feeding the pigeons. Her cousin Harry +had a great flock of them--most of which were white, but he had all +varieties; and fine specimens they were; there were fan-tails, pouters, +tumblers, top-knots, and others. If you don't know the meaning of +pouters and tumblers, ask your Papa and he will tell you. + +Every time Curly Locks went near the barn, which was their home, they +would fly down to her, and _what_ a noise they would make! She would +take them in her hands and talk to them, and they would talk back, but +Curly Locks did not understand pigeon talk, so I cannot tell you what +they said, though I have no doubt but that they were thanking her for +feeding them. + +She was feeding them one morning when Harry came running to her, his +face beaming with pleasure: oh! Curly Locks! come! come quickly, Papa +is going to take us to the cave and Mamma and Auntie are going too, and +they are harnessing the old white horse to the Jersey wagon now, and +we are going to take our dinner! Harry stopped for want of breath, when +Curly Locks said good-bye to the pigeons and went with all haste back to +the house with Harry. There, sure enough, was old whitey and the Jersey +standing at the front door all ready, and the two Mammas busy putting up +a luncheon. Now, _ALL_ are ready, and off they go--the two little ones +in front, with Uncle and the two Mammas on the back seat. It was a +lovely day, just warm enough to be pleasant. After a ride of several +miles they reached the cave, which was on the farm of a friend of +Uncle's. They first went to the house, where they were warmly welcomed, +and invited to take dinner, but for the children's sake they declined, +for as Harry said, that would spoil the picnic altogether. Well! said +the good-natured farmer, then we will go with you--which they did with +their two little girls,--and a nice time they had. The mouth of the cave +was quite large and opened into an immense chamber, and all about there +were small openings; peeping into these, you could see nothing but +darkness. The cave had only been discovered a short time, and was a +great mystery to every one. After dinner, Harry proposed that they +should play hide and seek in the cave, which was the cause of a great +shock to his parents. He crawled into one of the small openings, and +went so far that he could not find the way out, as there were winding +passages which seemed to open into large rooms. When he found himself +lost, he began to cry with all his might, which reached the others with +a faint, sad sound. + +His father called in a terribly loud voice for him to stand still, as +he might, by trying to get out, get into worse danger, perhaps fall into +some water and drown himself. Well, it did not take long for his Papa, +with a light, to find him; but it was long enough to frighten them all +badly--especially his Mamma, who made Harry promise he would never again +play hide and seek in a cave. And that night, when Harry and Curly Locks +said their prayers, they thanked God that Harry was safe at home and not +lost in a dark and dismal cave. + +[Illustration: 0010] + +[Illustration: 0012] + +THE END. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45478.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45478.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..39dc0d1a1d80155daad2223021d4474cfa91e021 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45478.txt @@ -0,0 +1,205 @@ + + +THE GOOD GIRL + +By Anonymous + +1833. + +[Illustration: 0001] + +[Illustration: 0004] + +{004} + +{005} + + + + +THE GOOD GIRL + +The Good Girl always minds what Her father and mother say to her; and +takes pains to learn whatever they are so kind as to teach her. She is +never noisy nor troublesome; so they like to have her with them, and +they like to talk to her, and to instruct her. + +She has learned to read so well, and she is so good a girl, that her +father has given her several {006}new books, which she reads in by +herself, whenever she likes; and she understands all that is in them. + +[Illustration: 0006] + +She knows the meaning of a great many difficult words; and the names of +a great many countries, cities, and towns, and she can find them upon +a map. {007}She can spell almost every little sentence that her father +asks her to spell; and she can do a great many sums on a slate. + +Whatever she does, she takes pains to do it well; and when she is doing +one thing, she tries not to think of another. + +If she has made a mistake, or done any thing wrong, she is sorry for +it; and when she is told of a fault, she endeavours to avoid it another +time. + +When she wants to know any thing, she asks her father, or her mother, +to tell her; and she tries to understand, and to remember {008}what they +tell her; but if they do not think proper to answer her questions, +she does not tease them, but says, "When I am older, they will perhaps +instruct me;" and she thinks about something else. + +[Illustration: 0009] + +She likes to sit by her mother, and sew, or knit. When she sews, she +does not take long stitches, nor pucker her work; but does it very +neatly, just as her mother tells her to do. And she always keeps her +work very clean; for if her hands are dirty, she washes them before she +begins her work: and when {009}she has finished it, she folds it up, and +puts it by very carefully, in her work-bag, or in a drawer. It is very +seldom indeed that she loses her thread, or needles, or any thing she +has to work with. She does not stick needles on her sleeve, nor put +pins in her mouth; for she has been told these are silly, {010}dangerous +tricks; and she always pays attention to what is said to her. + +She takes care of her own clothes, and folds them up very neatly. She +knows exactly where she puts them; and, I believe, she could find them +even in the dark. When she sees a hole in her stockings, or in her +frock, or any of her clothes, she mends it, or asks her mother to +have it mended; she does not wait till the hole is very large; for she +remembers what her mother has told her, that "A stitch in time saves +nine." + +{011} + +[Illustration: 0011] + +She does not like to waste any thing. She is unwilling to throw away or +burn crumbs of bread, or peelings of fruit, or little bits of muslin, +linen, or silk; for she has seen the chickens and the little birds +picking up crumbs, and the pigs feeding upon the peelings of fruit; and +she has seen the ragman go about gathering rags, {012}which he sells to +people to make paper of. + +[Illustration: 0012] + +She is so dutiful and industrious, that her parents often take her with +them to ride. + +When she goes with her mother, into the kitchen, and the dairy, she +takes notice of every thing she sees; but she does not meddle with any +thing, without leave. She knows {013}how puddings, tarts, butter, and +bread, are made. + +[Illustration: 0013] + +She can iron her own clothes; and she can make her own bed. She likes to +feed the chickens, and the young turkeys, and to give them clean water +to drink, and to wash themselves in; she likes to work in her little +garden, {014}to weed it, and to sow seeds, and plant roots in it: and +she likes to do little jobs for her mother: she likes to be employed, +and she likes to be useful. + +If all little girls would be so attentive and industrious, how they +would delight their parents and their kind friends! and they would be +much happier themselves, than when they are obstinate, or idle, or ill +humoured, and will not learn any thing properly, nor mind what is said +to them. {015} + +[Illustration: 0015] + +_PLEASURES {016}OF WALKING IN THE FIELDS_ + + I'll go to the field a for some flowers, + + The fields are so lively and gay, + + How sweet they are after the showers! + + I could play in them all the long day. + + Don't run from me, dear pretty lambs, + + I never will hurt you, indeed; + + You may play by the side of your dams + + Or frisk it about in the mead. + + Perhaps the sweet cowslip is here, + + That hangs down its pale yellow + + head, + + The cuckoo-flower lovely and fair, + + And the daisy encircled with red. + + In the wood I shall find the blue bell, + + And the pretty anemone too; + + The meadow sweet down in the dell, + + And the violet with beautiful {017}hue. + +[Illustration: 0017] + + The sweet-scented hawthorn I see, + + And the roses that sweeten the + + breeze; + + But none of them sweeter to me + + 'Than the woodbine that twines + + round the trees. + + But who made these beautiful trees? + + And who made these delicate flow- + + ers? + + Who {018}sweetens with roses the breeze, + + And refreshes the fields with his + + showers? + + 'Twas my dear heavenly Father above + + Who made every thing that I see; + + And who, with compassion and love, + + Regards a poor infant like me. + + But what a sweet nosegay is here, + + The best I will give to my mother, + + And some to my school-fellows dear, + + And some to my sister and brother. + +[Illustration: 0018] + +{019} + +[Illustration: 0020] + +{020} + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45480.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45480.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..828a3fef8d617102b539f77d36efa510f6f0c17b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45480.txt @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ + + +THE LIBERTY BELL + +By William Ross Wallace. + +Illustrated From Original Drawings By John A. Hows. + +New York: + +James G. Gregory, No. 4 Walker Street. + +1862. + +[Illustration 0001] + +[Illustration 0009] + +[Illustration 0011] + + + +I. + + +|A sound like the sound of a tempest rolled, + +And the heart of a people stirred, + +For the bell of freedom at midnight tolled, + + Through a fettered land was heard; + + And the chime still rung + + From its iron tongue, + + Steadily swaying to and fro; + + And to some it came + + As a breath of flame, + + And to some as a sound of woe. + + + * Rung in Philadelphia upon the announcement of the + Declaration of Independence, July 4th. 1776. + + + +II. + + +|Upon the tall mountain, upon the tost wave, + +It was heard by the fettered, and heard by the brave; + +It was heard in the cottage, and heard in the hall, + + And its chime gave a glorious summons to all. + + The old sabre was sharpened, the time-rusted blade + + Of the bond started out in the pioneer's glade, + + Like the herald of wrath--and the host was arrayed! + + + +[Illustration 0013] + + + +III. + + +|Along the tall mountain, along the tost wave, + +Swept the ranks of the bond, swept the ranks of the brave; + +And a shout as of waters went up to the dome, + + And a sun-drinking banner unfurled, + + Like an archangel's pinion flashed out from his home, + + Uttered freedom and hope to the world. + + +[Illustration 0015] + + +|O'er the mountain and tide its magnificent fold, + +With a terrible glitter of azure and gold, + +In the storm and the sunshine forever unrolled. + + It blazed in the valley; it blazed on the mast; + + It flew like a comrade abroad with the blast; + + And the eyes of whole nations were turned to its light; + + And the hearts of the multitude soon + + Were swayed by its stars as they shone through the night, + + Like an ocean when swayed by the moon. + + + +IV. + + +|Again through the midnight that bell thunders out; + +And banners and torches are hurried about. + +A shout as of waters, a long-uttered cry! + + How it leaps, how it leaps from the earth to the sky! + + From the sky to the earth, from the earth to the sea, + + Hear the chorus re-echoed, "_The people are free_!" + + +[Illustration 0017] + + +|That old bell is still seen by the patriot's eye, + +And he blesses it ever when journeying by: + +Long years have passed over it, and yet every soul + + Must thrill in the night to its deep, solemn roll; + + For it speaks in its belfry when kissed by the blast, + + Like a broad blessing breathed from the lips of the Past. + + Long years will roll o'er it, and yet every chime + + Must unceasingly tell of an era sublime, + + And more splendid, more dear than the rest of all Time. + + Oh, yes! if the flame on our altars should pale, + + Let its voice but be heard, and the freeman will start + + To rekindle the fire, while he sees on the gale + + All the stars, all the stripes of the flag of his heart. + + +[Illustration 0020] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Liberty Bell, by William Ross Wallace + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45482.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45482.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..adfd5d9615bd82794082860fa97d39d0071c8e83 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45482.txt @@ -0,0 +1,593 @@ + + +THE NEW BOOK OF NONSENSE + +By Anonymous + +Contribution to the Great Central Fair + +In Aid of the Sanitary Commission + + +Asmead and Evans + +1864 + + + +[Illustration: 0001] + + A dandy came on from New York, + + As pompous and stiff as a stork, + + When he said, "if you dont know how to get up a show," + + They just raffled a dandy from York. + + + +[Illustration: 0002] + + There lived and Old Maid in the city of Trenton, who to marry a youth, + + all her faculties bent on, + + She essay'd every art, to inveigle the heart of every young Dandy in Trenton. + + + +[Illustration: 0003] + + There was an old King of Dahomey, + + Whose realm was more sterile than loamy; + + So he bagged little "niggers" + + Which he sold at high Jiggers, + + To the Yankees who trade at Dahomey. + + + +[Illustration: 0004] + + There was a young person of Boston, + + And the vaguest of doubts she was tossed on. + + Of effect and of cause + + She discoursed without pause: + + Remarkable person of Boston! + + + +[Illustration: 0005] + + There was a young lady who said + + "I seldom wear hair on my head; + + I carry my locks about in a box, + + For such is the fashion" she said. + + + +[Illustration: 0006] + + There was ol young lass of Kentucky, + + Who tho' little was loyal and plucky: + + When her spark turned secesh + + Though dear as her flesh. + + She drummed him herself from Kentucky. + + + +[Illustration: 0007] + + There was a young lady of Cork, + + Who partook of her soup with a fork, + + "If I eat it like that + + I shall never get fat!" + + Said this clever young lady of Cork. + + + +[Illustration: 0008] + + There was a young lady of Georgia, + + Who always admired Lou Borgia, + + So she punished her slaves + + And danced over their graves, + + And was publicly thanked throughout Georgia. + + + +[Illustration: 0009] + + There was an old man of the plains, + + Who said, "I believe that it rains + + So he buttoned his coat, and got into a boat + + To wait for a flood on the plains. + + + +[Illustration: 0010] + + There was a young Croesus said, "I + + Will, whatever you offer me buy" + + When a thousand he'd spent, to his banker he went, + + And came back with a large supply. + + + +[Illustration: 0011] + + There was a young girl who wore bows + + Who said, 'if you choose to suppose + + This hair is all mine + + You are wrong I opine, + + And you can't see the length of your nose." + + + +[Illustration: 0012] + + There was a young Lady of Lynn, + + Who was nothing but bones except skin + + So she Wore a false bust, + + For says she "well I must," + + This degraded young creature of Lynn. + + + +[Illustration: 0013] + + A fine noble fellow is "Bull," + + Of courage and energy full; + + But easily led + + By a slight cotton thread, + + So gentle and mild is our Bull. + + + +[Illustration: 0014] + + There was a dear lady of Eden, + + Who on apples was quite, fond of feedin, + + So she gave one to Adam, + + Who said, "thank you madam." + + And so they both skedaddled from Eden. + + + +[Illustration: 0015] + + There was an old miser who said, "why + + Do you still importune me to buy?" + + Because its so funny to handle your money, + + That's why we importune you to buy. + + + +[Illustration: 0016] + + There was a young female of Zab, + + Who was cursed, with the gift of gab, + + With her husband she wrangled, + + And he had her strangled + + By the conjugal custom of Zab. + + + +[Illustration: 0017] + + There was an odd man of Woonsocket, who carried bomb-shells in his pocket; + + Endeavoring to cough one day-they went off, and of course, up he went like a rocket. + + + +[Illustration: 0018] + + There was a young girl of Quebec, + + Who dressed very low in the neck, + + Her friends said, "that's not decent," + + "Oh! the fashion's quite recent + + Said this vulgar young girl of Quebec. + + + +[Illustration: 0019] + + An innocent stranger asked, "where + + Is the funiest place in the fair." + + "Where the Nonsense Book lies" the committee replied, + + Is the funniest place in the Fair. + + + +[Illustration: 0020] + + There once was a small girl of Chilka, who ran at a cow and would milk her; + + But it kicked up its heels and said, "see how it feels! + + You meddlesome Matty of Chilka. + + +[Illustration: 0021] + + There was a young man of Calcutta, who eat at his meals too much butter; + + Till a very kind niece boiled him down into grease: + + Which dissolved this young man of Calcutta. + + + +[Illustration: 0022] + + There was an old lady of Norfolk, who always was saying before folk, + + I to a mean yankee will never say "thankee," this civil old lady of Norfolk. + + + +[Illustration: 0023] + + There was a young person in Maine, who, although undeniably plain, + + Was possessed of such "chic," that before she could speak, "she did for" + + the "male sect in Maine. + + + +[Illustration: 0024] + + There was a young man of Lancaster, who walked ever faster and faster, + + Till though he began by 'walking, he ran and galloped all over Lancaster. + + + +[Illustration: 0025] + + There was an old party in Rome, + + Who kept a house in a very fine dome, + + With a spavined old bull + + That no longer could pull + + The coach of this party in Rome. + + + +[Illustration: 0026] + + There was a young man with a rose, who said to his girl, "I suppose + + This gift is as pretty as my love she is witty-" + + So she courtesied, and forthwith arose. + + + +[Illustration: 0027] + + There came a young lady, from Hayti, whose complexion was rather too slaty + + Whose hair was too curled, and yet the gay world, paid court to this lady from Hayti. + + + +[Illustration: 0028] + + There once were five women of Wells, who thought themselves terrible belles; + + They never could wald, but the people would talk, + + And dilate on these beauties of Wells. + + + +[Illustration: 0029] + + There was an old lady of Venezuela, + + So ill that no physician could heal her, + + She called her kind "nuss" + + "A sleepy old cuss," + + This morbid old lady of Venezuela. + + + +[Illustration: 0030] + + There was an old man and his wife, who lived in the bitterest strife; + + He opened the stove, and pushed her in with a shove, + + And cried, "there! you pest of my life." + + + +[Illustration: 0031] + + There was a young student at Yale, Who became thin, abstracted and pale; + + His friends said it was drinking, He declared it was thinking, + + But one can't believe students at Yale. + +[Illustration: 0032] + + There was a young woman of Zug, who said "do I see a huge bug? + + With my heel will I try to make this thing die, + + Which might sting all my kinsman of Zug." + + + +[Illustration: 0033] + + There was a fine lady of Metz, continually surrounded by pets: + + Two cats very small, and three dogs rather tall, + + With which she would walk about Metz. + + + +[Illustration: 0034] + + There was an old man of the Niger, who was savagely chased by a tiger; + + When he climbed up a palm, and remained there all calm; + + Which perplexed this mad beast af the Niger. + + + +[Illustration: 0035] + + There was a young man of the world, who said, his moustache as he twirled, + + "My manners are fair, so I really don't care + + How honest I am to the world!" + + + +[Illustration: 0036] + + There was a young woman of Baden, whom nothing whatever could sadden; + + While her friends were in tears, she just laughed with her jeers. + + This accomplished young woman of Baden. + + + +[Illustration: 0037] + + There was a bold preacher named Bellows, who devoted himself to our fellows, + + Got up a Commission to improve their condition, and worked like a forty horse bellows. + + + +[Illustration: 0038] + + There was a young lady of Florida, No creature could ever be horrider, + + For she liked alligators and very black waiters, degraded young female of Florida. + + + +[Illustration: 0039] + + There was an old cove in a church, who nodded and then gave a lurch; + + But he cried, "I'm awake! You have made a mistake + + To suppose that I'd sleep in the church!" + +[Illustration: 0040] + + There was an old buffer in Uz, and it's troubled "indeed" that he was, + + He declined to swear loud but "let out" on the crowd that did the consoling in Uz. + + + +[Illustration: 0041] + + There was a young lady at Rome, who eternally sang "Home, Sweet Home" + + Till they wished she was there, for what did they care + + To hear aught so homely in Rome? + + + +[Illustration: 0042] + + There was a young person of Leers, who had such a long pair of ears, + + That the people who'd pass deemed him, more of an ass + + Than even the donkeys of Leers. + + + +[Illustration: 0043] + + There was a prodigious young fop, dressed to kill from the foot to the top + + All the girls at the Fair could do nothing but stare + + And keep clear of that killing young fop. + + + +[Illustration: 0044] + + There was an old crazy perfumer, who took for his wife a young "Bloomer:" + + He wished a new scent, so, on roasting intent, he said it would pay to consume her. + + + +[Illustration: 0045] + + There was a sweet girl of Kingsessing, whose actions were truly destressing; + + For she sat on the pump, and threw knives at a stump, + + An appearance not quite prepossessing. + + + +[Illustration: 0046] + + There was a stout lady of Boston, whose clothes looked as if they were tossed on; + + But her boots were so tight that to get them on right, + + They had to be taken and forced on. + +[Illustration: 0047] + + There once were a number of Quakers, who would meet, become such queer shakers: + + That they never did smile, but just shook all the while, + + These quivering, quaking old shakers. + + + +[Illustration: 0048] + + There was a young girl at a ball, who would cling so close to the wall, + + That not a man there to approach her did dare, + + Though they called her the "flower" of the ball. + + + +[Illustration: 0049] + + There is a great German tenor, so bewitching and charming in manner, + + The belles of upper-ten call him "sweetest of men," + + And dote on the great German tenor. + + + +[Illustration: 0050] + + There was an old man of Carlisle, who left the rebels in style; + + For said he "I will flee, I never liked Lee, and some day I'll come back to Carlisle." + + + +[Illustration: 0051] + + There was a young lady of Rittenhouse Square, + + Attacked by a worm as she went to the Fair, + + But a champion brave was destined to save + + This frightened young lady of Rittenhouse Square. + + + +[Illustration: 0052] + + There was a bold painter who said, I will paint such a wonderful head, + + That I'll make the whole Fair, with astonishment stare + + When they see this miraculous head." + + + +[Illustration: 0053] + + My good Southern Brother look here, one thing to my mind is quite clear + + If we put out this Furness, it no longer will burn us, + + Nor warm little darkies up here. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45484.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45484.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f419a61716be63476036a9814ce7a1a2c8715d1b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45484.txt @@ -0,0 +1,530 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger from page images generously +provided by the Internet Archive + + + + + + + +THE RAVEN + +By Edgar Allan Poe + +Illustrated + +New York + +E. P. Dutton And Company + +39 West Twenty Third Street + +1884 + +Copyright, 1883 + +Illustrated By W. L. Taylor + +Drawn and engraved under the supervision of George T. Andrew. + +[Illustration: 0013] + + + + +THE RAVEN + +|ONCE upon a midnight dreary, + +While I pondered, weak and weary, + +Over many a quaint and curious + + Volume of forgotten lore-- + + While I nodded, nearly napping, + + Suddenly there came a tapping, + + As of some one gently rapping, + + Rapping at my chamber door. + + “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, + + “Tapping at my chamber door-- + + Only this and nothing more.” + + + + Ah, distinctly I remember + + It was in the bleak December, + + And each separate dying ember + + Wrought its ghost upon the floor. + + Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- + + Vainly I had tried to borrow + + From my books surcease of sorrow-- + + Sorrow for the lost Lenore-- + + For the rare and radiant maiden + + Whom the angels name Lenore-- + + Nameless here for evermore. + + + + And the silken, sad uncertain + + Rustling of each purple curtain + + Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic + + Terrors never felt before; + + So that now, to still the beating + + Of my heart, I stood repeating, + + “‘Tis some visitor entreating + + Entrance at my chamber door-- + + Some late visitor entreating + + Entrance at my chamber door; + + This it is and nothing more.” + + + +[Illustration: 9015] + + Presently my soul + + grew stronger; + + Hesitating then + + no longer, + + “Sir,” said I, + + “or Madam, truly + + Your forgiveness + + I implore; + + But the fact is + + I was napping, + + And so gently you + + came rapping, + + And so faintly + + you came tapping, + + Tapping at my + + chamber door, + + That I scarce was sure + + I heard you”-- + + Here I opened + + wide the door: + + Darkness there and + + nothing more. + + + + Deep into that darkness peering, + + Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, + + Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals + + Ever dared to dream before; + + But the silence was unbroken, + + And the darkness gave no token, + + And the only word there spoken + + Was the whispered word, “Lenore?” + + This I whispered, and an echo + + Murmured back the word, “Lenore!” + + Merely this and nothing more. + + + +[Illustration: 0017] + + Then into the chamber turning, + + All my soul within me burning, + + Soon I heard again a tapping + + Something louder than before. + + “Surely,” said I, “surely that is + + Something at my window lattice; + +[Illustration: 0019] + + Let me see, then, what thereat is, + + And this mystery explore-- + + Let my heart be still a moment + + And this mystery explore;-- + + ‘Tis the wind and nothing more.” + + + +[Illustration: 0020] + + Open here I flung the shutter, + + When, with many a flirt and flutter, + + In there stepped a stately Raven + +[Illustration: 8020] + + Of the saintly days of yore. + + Not the least obeisance made he; + + Not an instant stopped or stayed he; + + But, with mien of lord or lady, + +[Illustration: 8021] + + Perched above my + + chamber door-- + + Perched upon a + + bust of Pallas + + Just above my + + chamber door-- + + Perched, and sat, + + and nothing more. + + + +[Illustration: 0022] + + Then this ebony bird beguiling + + My sad fancy into smiling, + + By the grave and stern decorum + + Of the countenance it wore, + + “ Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, + + Thou,” I said, “ art sure no craven, + + Ghastly, grim and ancient Raven + + Wandering from the Nightly shore-- + + Tell me what thy lordly name is + + On the Night’s Plutonian shore!” + + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + + + Much I marvelled this ungainly + + Fowl to hear discourse so plainly, + + Though its answer little meaning-- + + Little relevancy bore; + + For we cannot help agreeing + + That no sublunary being + + Ever yet was blessed with seeing + + Bird above his chamber door-- + + Bird or beast upon the sculptured + + Bust above his chamber door, + + With such name as “Nevermore.” + + + +[Illustration: 0024] + + But the Raven, sitting lonely + + On that placid bust, spoke only + + That one word, as if his soul in + + That one word he did outpour. + + Nothing farther then he uttered; + + Not a feather then he fluttered-- + + Till I scarcely more than muttered, + + “ Other friends have flown before-- + + On the morrow he will leave me, + + As my hopes have flown before.” + + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + + + Wondering at the stillness broken + + By reply so aptly spoken, + + “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters + + Is its only stock and store, + + Caught from some unhappy master + + Whom unmerciful Disaster + + Followed fast and followed faster, + + So when hope he would adjure, + + Stern despair returned, + + Instead of the sweet hope he dared adjure, + + That sad answer, “Nevermore.” + + + + But the Raven still beguiling + + All my sad soul into smiling, + + Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in + + Front of bird and bust and door; + + Then, upon the velvet sinking, + + I betook myself to linking + + Fancy unto fancy, thinking + + What this ominous bird of yore-- + + What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, + + Gaunt, and ominous bird of yore + + Meant in croaking “ Nevermore.” + + + + This I sat engaged in guessing, + + But no syllable expressing + + To the fowl whose fiery eyes now + + Burned into my bosom’s core; + + This and more I sat divining, + + With my head at ease reclining + + On the cushion’s velvet lining + + That the lamplight gloated o’er, + + But whose velvet violet lining, + + With the lamplight gloating o’er, + + _She_ shall press, ah, nevermore! + +[Illustration: 0026] + +[Illustration: 0027] + + Then methought the air grew denser, + + Perfumed from an unseen censer + + Swung by angels whose faint footfalls + + Tinkled on the tufted floor. + + “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee + + By these angels he hath sent thee + + Respite--respite and Nepenthe + + From thy memories of Lenore! + + Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe, + + And forget this lost Lenore!” + + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + +[Illustration: 0029] + +[Illustration: 0031] + +[Illustration: 9031] + + “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!-- + + Prophet still, if bird or devil!-- + + Whether Tempter sent, or whether + + Tempest tossed thee here ashore, + + Desolate, yet all undaunted, + + On this desert land enchanted-- + + On this home by Horror haunted-- + + Tell me truly, I implore-- + + Is there,--is there balm in Gilead?-- + + Tell me--tell me, I implore!” + + Quoth the Raven, “ Nevermore.” + + + + “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!-- + + Prophet still, if bird or devil!-- + + By that Heaven that bends above us-- + + By that God we both adore-- + + Tell this soul with sorrow laden + + If, within the distant Aidenn, + + It shall clasp a sainted maiden + + Whom the angels name Lenore-- + +[Illustration: 0032] + + Clasp a rare and radiant maiden + + Whom the angels name Lenore.” + + Quoth the Raven, “ Nevermore.” + + + +[Illustration: 0033] + + Leave no black plume as a token + + Of that lie thy soul hath spoken! + + Leave my loneliness unbroken!-- + + Quit the bust above my door! + + Take thy beak from out my heart, and + + Take thy form from off my door!” + + Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” + + + + And the Raven, never flitting, + + Still is sitting, still is sitting + + On the pallid bust of Pallas + + Just above my chamber door; + + And his eyes have all the seeming + + Of a demon’s that is dreaming, + + And the lamplight o’er him streaming + + Throws his shadow on the floor, + + And my soul from out that shadow + + That lies floating on the floor + + Shall be lifted--nevermore! + + + +[Illustration: 0035] + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45520.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45520.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..aff28bbbfbed9bee6e4ba46c7cf6e5247221ffa3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45520.txt @@ -0,0 +1,327 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger from page images generously +provided by the Internet Archive + + + + + + + + + +STORIES ABOUT INDIANS + +By Anonymous + +Merriam & Merrill + +1854. + +[Illustration: 0001] + +[Illustration: 0003] + +[Illustration: 0004] + + + + +STORIES ABOUT INDIANS + + + + +INDIAN VILLAGE. + +[Illustration: 9005] + +HE Indians were formerly lords of the soil we now occupy, and obtained a +subsistance principally by hunting and fishing. + +They generally lived in villages, containing from fifty to five hundred +families. Their houses, called _wigwams_, were usually constructed of +poles, one end being driven into the ground, and the other bent over so +as to meet another fastened in like manner; both being joined together +at the top, and covered with the bark of trees. Small holes were left +open for windows, which were closed in bad weather with a piece of bark. +They made their fire in the centre of the wigwam, leaving a small hole +for a chimney in the top of the roof. + +[Illustration: 0006] + +They had no chairs, but sat upon skins, or mats, spread upon the ground, +which also served them for beds. Their clothes were principally made of +the skins of animals, which in winter were sewed together with the fur +side turned inwards. + +The Indians were very fond of trinkets and ornaments, and often +decorated their heads with feathers, while fine polished shells were +suspended from their ears. + + + +[Illustration: 9007] + +HE following anecdote is related of a Pawnee brave, or warrior, (son of +Red Knife.) + +At the age of twenty-one, the heroic deeds of this brave had acquired +for him in his nation the rank of the bravest of the braves. + +The savage practice of torturing and burning to death their prisoners +existed in this nation. An unfortunate female of the Paduca nation, +taken in war, was destined to this horrid death. + +Just when the funeral pile was to be kindled this young warrior, having +unnoticed prepared two fleet horses, with the necessary provisions, +sprang from his seat, liberated the victim, seized her in his arms, +placed her on one of the horses, mounted the other himself, and made the +utmost speed toward the nation and friends of the captive! The +multitude, dumb and nerveless, made no effort to rescue their victim +from her deliverer. They viewed it as the immediate act of the Great +Spirit, submitted to it without a murmur, and quietly retired to their +village. + + + + +INDIAN GRATITUDE. + +[Illustration: 9009] + +S an Indian was straying through a village on the Kennebec, he passed a +gentleman standing at his store door, and begged a piece of tobacco. The +person stepped back, and selected a generous piece, for which he +received a gruff “tank you,” and thought no more of the affair. Three or +four months afterwards, he was surprised at an Indian’s coming into the +store and presenting him with a beautiful miniature birch canoe, painted +and furnished with paddles to correspond. On asking the meaning of it, +he was told, “Indian not forget; you give me tobacco; me make this for +you.” + +[Illustration: 0010] + +This man’s gratitude for a trifling favor had led him to bestow more +labor on his present than would have purchased him many pounds of his +favorite weed. + + + + +INDIAN OBSERVATION. + +[Illustration: 9011] + +N his return home to his hut one day, an Indian discovered that his +venison which had been hung up to dry, had been stolen After going some +distance, he met some persons, of whom he inquired if they had seen a +_little, old, white_ man, with a short gun, and accompanied by a small +dog with a bobtail. They replied in the affirmative; and upon the +Indian’s assuring them that the man thus described had stolen his +venison, they desired to be informed how he was able to give such a +minute description of a person whom he had not seen. The Indian answered +thus: + +“The thief I know is a little man, by his having made a pile of stones +in order to reach the venison from the height I hung it standing on the +ground; that he is an old man, I know by his short steps, which I have +traced over the dead leaves in the woods; that he is a white man, I know +by his turning out his toes when he walks, which an Indian never does; +his gun I know to be short by the mark which the muzzle made by rubbing +the bark of the tree on which it leaned; that his dog is small, I know +by his tracks; and that he has a bob-tail I discovered by the mark of it +in the dust where he was sitting at the time his master was taking down +the meat.” + + + + +INDIAN STRATAGEM. + +[Illustration:9013] + +N one of the frequent wars among the different tribes of Indians, a +Pequot was pursued by a Narraganset Indian. The Pequot skulked be-a rock, +and raising his hat on his gun, held it up just above the rock, so that +the hat alone was visible on the other side. + +The Narraganset, who was at some distance, perceiving the hat, and +supposing of course that the head of the Pequot was in it, crept softly +up within a few feet and fired. But directly he had the mortification to +find that he had thrown away his powder. The Pequot’s gun was still +loaded, and he discharged it to effect upon the poor Narraganset. + +[Illustration: 0014] + + + + +RED JACKET. + +[Ill 9015] + +T happened, during the Revolutionary war, that a treaty was held with +the Indians, at which Lafayette was present. The object was to unite the +various tribes in amity with America. The majority of the chiefs were +friendly, but there was much opposition made to it, more especially by a +young warrior, who declared that when an alliance was entered into with +America, he should consider the sun of his country as set forever. In +his travels through the Indian country, when lately in America, it +happened at a large assemblage of chiefs that Lafayette referred to the +treaty in question, and turning to Red Jacket, said, “Pray, tell me, if +you can, what has become of that daring youth, who so decidedly opposed +all our propositions for peace and amity? + +[Illustration: 0016] + +“Does he still live--and what is his condition?” + +“I myself am the man,” replied Red Jacket, “the decided enemy of the +Americans as long as the hope of opposing them with success remained, +but now their true and faithful ally until death.” + + + + +INDIAN SHREWDNESS + +[Illustration: 9017] + +HEN General Lincoln went to make peace with the Creek Indians, one of +the chiefs asked him to sit down on a log. He was then desired to move, +and in a few minutes to move still further. The request was repeated +until the general got to the end of the log. The Indian still said, +“Move further,” to which the general replied, “I can move no further.” + +“Just so it is with us,” said the chief; “you have moved us back to the +water, and then ask us to move further.” + +[Illustration: 0018] + + + + +AN INDIAN’S JOKE. + +[Illustration: 9019] + +URING the time of Indian troubles, a friendly Indian visited Governor +Jenks, of Rhode Island, when the governor took occasion to request him +to let him know if any strange Indian should come to his wigwam. This +the Indian promised to do, and the governor agreed to give him a mug of +flip if he should give such information. Some time after, the Indian +came again, and said, “Well, Mr. Gubernor, strange Indian come to my +house last night.” + +“Ah,” said the governor, “what did he say?” + +“He no speak,” replied the Indian. + +“What, not speak at all?” inquired the governor. “No, he no speak at +all.” + +“That looks suspicious,” said his excellency, and inquired if he was +there still. Being told that he was, the governor ordered the promised +mug of flip. When this was disposed of, and the Indian was about to +depart, he mildly said, “Mr. Gubernor, my squaw have child last night.” + The governor, finding the strange Indian was a new-born papoose, was +glad to find there was no cause for alarm. + +[Illustration: 0020] + + + + +INDIAN CHARACTER. + +[Illustration: 9021] + +HE following striking display of Indian character occurred some years +since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebec tribe, remarkable +for his good conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and fixed +himself in a township, where a number of families settled. Though not +ill treated, yet the common prejudice against the Indians prevented any +sympathy with him. This was shown at the death of his only child, when +none of the people came near him. Shortly afterwards he went to some of +the inhabitants, and said to them, “When white man’s child die, Indian +man be sorry-he help bury him: when my child die, no one speak to me--I +make his grave alone--I can’t live here.” + +He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with +him two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians. +What energy and depth of feeling does this specimen of Indian character +exhibit! + +[Illustration: 0022] + + + + +INDIAN INTEGRITY + +[Illustration: 9023] + +Spanish traveller met an Indian in the desert; they were both on +horseback. The Spaniard, fearing that his horse, which was none of the +best, would not hold out till the end of his journey, asked the Indian, +whose horse was young, strong, and Spirited, to exchange with him. This +the Indian refused. The Spaniard therefore began a quarrel with him. +From words they proceeded to blows. The aggressor being well armed, +proved too powerful for the native. He seized his horse, mounted him, +and pursued his journey. + +[Illustration: 9024] + +E was closely followed to the nearest town by the Indian, who +immediately complained to a judge. The Spaniard was obliged to appear, +and bring the horse with him. He treated the Indian as an impostor, +affirming that the horse was his property, that he had always had him in +his possession, and that he had raised him from a colt. + +There being no proof to the contrary, the judge was about dismissing the +parties, when the Indian cried out,--“The horse is mine, and I’ll prove +it!” He immediately took off his mantle, and with it instantly covered +the head of the animal; then addressing the judge,--“Since this man,” + said he, “affirms that he has raised the horse from a colt, command him +to tell of which eye he is blind.” The Spaniard, who would not seem to +hesitate, instantly answered, “Of the right eye.” + +“He is neither blind of the right eye,” replied the Indian, “nor of the +left.” The judge decreed him the horse, and the Spaniard to be punished +as a robber. + + + + +INDIAN POLITENESS. + +[Illustration: 9025] + +HE politeness of these people in conversation is indeed carried to +excess; since it does not permit them to contradict or deny the truth of +what is asserted in their presence. By this means they indeed avoid +disputes; but then it becomes difficult to know their minds, or what +impression you make upon them. When any of them come into our towns, our +people are apt to crowd around them, gaze upon them, and incommode them +when they desire to be private; this they esteem great rudeness, and the +effect of the want of instruction in the rules of civility and good +manners. “We have,” say they, “as much curiosity as you, and when you +come info our towns, we wish for opportunities of looking at you; but +for this purpose we hide ourselves behind bushes where you are to pass, +and never intrude ourselves into your company.” + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45521.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45521.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..1cedd3300fb194c22e207838e2937263c0bd7bf7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45521.txt @@ -0,0 +1,547 @@ + + +HOME AGAIN WITH ME + +By James Whitcomb Riley + +Drawings by + +Howard Chandler Christy + +Decorations by Franklin Booth + +Indianapolis + +The Bobbs-Merrill Company + +[Illustration: 0007] + +[Illustration: 0010] + +BRAUNWORTH & CO. + +BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS + +BROOKLYN, N. Y. + +[Illustration: 0012] + +[Illustration: 0013] + +DEDICATION + +HIS LOVE OF HOME + +"As {0014}love of native land," the old man said, + +'Er stars and stripes a-wavin' overhead, + +Er nearest kith-and-kin, er daily bread, + +A Hoosier's love is for the old homestead." + +HOME AGAIN WITH ME + +[Illustration: 0015] + +|I'M {0015}a-feelin' ruther sad, + +Fer a father proud and glad + +As I am--my only child + +Home, and all so rickoncil├ęd!-- + +```Feel so strange-like, and don't know + +```What the mischief ails me so!-- + +[Illustration: 0017] + +[Illustration: 0019] + +```'Stid {0020}o' _bad_, I ort to be + +```Feelin' good _pertickerly_-- + +```Yes, and extry thankful, too,--- + +```'Cause my nearest kith-and-kin, + +```My Elviry's schoolin' 's through, + +```And I' got her home ag'in-- + +`````Home ag'in with me! + +[Illustration: 0021] + +[Illustration: 0023] + +My {0024}Elviry's schoolin' 's through, + +And I' got her home ag'in -- + +```Same as ef her mother'd bin + +```Livin', I have done my best + +```By the girl, and watchfulest; + +```Nussed her--keerful' as I could-- + +```From a baby, day and night,-- + +```Drawin' on the neighberhood + +```And the women-folks as light + +```As needsessity 'u'd 'low-- + +```'Cept in "teethin'," onc't, and fight + +```Through black-measles..... + +[Illustration: 0025] + +[Illustration: 0027] + +Same as ef her mother'd bin + +Livin', I have done my best + +`````Don't know now + +```How we ever saved the child! + +```Doc _hed_ give her up, and said + +```(As I stood there by the bed + +```Sort o' foolin' with her hair + +```On the hot wet piller there) + +```"Wuz no use!"--And at them-air + +```Very words she waked and smiled-- + +```Yes, and _knowed_ me. And that's where + +```I broke down, and simply jes + +```Bellered like a boy--I guess!-- + +[Illustration: 0029] + +[Illustration: 0031] + +```_Women_ claimed I did, but I + +```Alius helt I _didn't_ cry + +```But wuz laughin',--and I _wuz_,-- + +```(Men _don't_ cry like _women_ does!) + +```Well, right then and there I felt + +```'T 'uz her mother's doin's, and, + +```Jes like to myse'f, I knelt, + +```Whisperin' "_I understand_."... + +[Illustration: 0033] + + +35 + +```So I've raised her, you might say, + +```Stric'ly in the narrer way + +```'At her mother walked therein-- + +```Not so quite _religiously_, + +```Yit still strivin'-like to do + +```Ever'thing a father _could_ + +```Do he knowed the _mother_ would + +```Ef she'd lived.--And now all's through + +```And I' got her home ag'in-- + +`````Home ag'in with me!= + + + +[Illustration: 0036] + +[Illustration: 0037] + +[Illustration: 0039] + +```And I' bin so lonesome, too-- + +```Here o' late, especially,-- + +```"Old Aunt Abigail," you know, + +```Ain't no company;--and so + +```Jes the hired hand, you see-- + +```Jonas--like a relative + +```More--sence he come here to live + +```With us, nigh ten year' ago. + +[Illustration: 0041] + +[Illustration: 0043] + +```Still he don't count much, you know. + +```In the line o' company-- + +```Lonesome, 'peared-like, 'most as me! + +```So, as _I_ say, I' bin so + +```Special lonesome-like and blue, + +```With Elviry, like she's bin, + +```'Way so much, last two er three + +```Year'.--But now she's home ag'in-- + +`````Home ag'in with me! + +[Illustration: 0045] + +[Illustration: 0047] + +```Driv in fe'r her yisterday, + +```Me and Jonas--gay and spry,-- + +```We jes cut up, all the way!-- + +```Yes, and sung!--tel, blame it! I + +```Keyed my voice up 'bout as high + +```As when--days 'at I wuz young-- + +```"Buckwheat-notes" wuz all they sung + +```Jonas bantered me, and 'greed + +```To sing one 'at town-folks sing + +```Down at Split Stump 'er High-Low-- + +[Illustration: 0049] + +[Illustration: 0051] + +```Some new "ballet," said, 'at he'd + +```Learnt--about "The Grapevine Swing." + +```And when _he_ quit, _I_ begun + +```To chune up my voice and run + +```Through the what's-called "scales" and "do + +```Sol-me-rays" I _ust_ to know-- + +```Then let loose old favor_ite_ one, + +```"Hunters o' Kentucky!" _My!_ + +```Tel I thought the boy would _die!_ + +```And we _both_ laughed...... + +[Illustration: 0053] + +[Illustration: 0055] + +`````Yes, and still + +```Heerd _more_ laughin', top the hill; + +```Fer we'd _missed_ Elviry's train, + +```And she'd lit out 'crosst the fields-- + +```Dewdrops dancin' at her heels,-- + +```And cut up old Smoots's lane + +```So's to meet us. And there in + +```Shadder o' the chinkypin, + +```With a danglin' dogwood-bough + +```Bloomin' 'bove her--See her now!-- + +[Illustration: 0057] + +[Illustration: 0059] + +```Sunshine sort o' flickerin' down + +```And a kind o' laughin' all + +```Round her new red parasol, + +```Try'n' to git at _her!_--well--like + +```_I_ jumped out and showed 'em how! + +```Yes, and jes the place to strike + +```That-air mouth o' hern--as sweet + +```As the blossoms breshed her brow + +```Er sweet-williams round her feet--- + +[Illustration: 0061] + +[Illustration: 0063] + +```White and blushy, too, as she + +```"Howdy'd" up to Jonas and + +```Jieuked her head and waved her hand. + +```"_Hey!_" says I, as she bounced in + +```The spring-wagon, reachin' back + +```To give _me_ a lift, "_whoop-ee! _" + +```I-says-ee, "_you're home agin-- + +`````Home agin with me!_" + +[Illustration: 0065] + +[Illustration: 0067] + +```Lord! how _wild_ she wuz and glad, + +```Gittin' home!--and things she had + +```To inquire about, and talk-- + +```Plowin', plantin', and the stock-- + +```News o' neighberhood; and how + +```Wuz the Deem-girls doin' now, + +```Sence that-air young chicken-hawk + +```They was "tamin'" soared away + +```With their settin'-hen, one day?-- + +```(Said she'd got Marne's postal-card + +```'Bout it, very day 'at she + +```Started home from Bethany.) + +[Illustration: 0069] + +[Illustration: 0071] + +```How wuz pro-duce--eggs, and lard?-- + +```Er wuz stores still claimin' "hard + +```Times," as usual? And, says she, + +```Troubled-like, "How's Deedie--say? + +```Sence pore child e-loped away + +```And got back, and goin' to 'ply + +```Fer school-license by and by-- + +```And where's 'Lijy workin' at? + +```And how's 'Aunt' and 'Uncle Jake'? + +```How wuz 'Old Maje'--and the cat? + +```And wuz Marthy's baby fat + +```As his 'Humpty-Dumpty' ma!-- + +[Illustration: 0073] + +[Illustration: 0075] + +```Sweetest thing she ever saw!-- + +```Must run 'crosst and see 'em, too, + +```Soon as she turned in and got + +```Supper fer us--smokin'-hot-- + +```And the 'dishes' all wuz through.--" + +```_Sich_ a supper! W'y, I set + +```There and et, and et, and et!-- + +```Jes et on, tel Jonas he + +```Pushed his chair back, laughed, and says, + +```"I could walk _his_ log!" + +[Illustration: 0077] + +[Illustration: 0080] + +`````And we + +```All laughed then, tel 'Viry she + +```Lit the lamp--and I give in!-- + +```Riz and kissed her: "Heaven bless + +```You!" says I--"you're home ag'in-- + +```Same old dimple in your chin, + +```Same white apern," I-says-ee, + +```"Same sweet girl, and good to see + +```As your _mother_ ust to be,-- + +```And I' got you home ag'in-- + +`````Home ag-'in with me!"... + +[Illustration: 0082] + +[Illustration: 0084] + +[Illustration: 0085] + +[Illustration: 0086] + +[Illustration: 0088] + + +`````And by and by + +```Heerd Elviry, soft and low, + +```At the organ, kind o' go + +```A mi-anderin' up and down + +```With her fingers 'mongst the keys- + +```"Vacant Chair" and "Old Camp- + +`````Groun'."... + +```Dusk was moist-like, with a breeze + +```Lazin' round the locus'-trees... + +```Heerd the hosses champin', and + +```Jonas feedin'--and the hogs-- + +```Yes, and katydids and frogs-- + +```And a tree-toad, som'er's... + +[Illustration: 0090] + +[Illustration: 0092] + +`````Heerd + +```Also whipperwills.--My land!-- + +```All so mournful ever'where-- + +```Them out here, and her in there, + +```That the whole thing railly 'peared + +```'Most like 'tendin' _Services!_ + +```_Anyway_, I must 'a' jes + +```Kind o' drapped asleep, I guess; + +```'Cause when Jonas must 'a' passed + +```Me, a-comin' in, I knowed + +```Nothin' of it--yit it seemed + +```Sort o' like I kind o' dreamed + +```'Bout him, too, a-slippin' in, + +[Illustration: 0094] + +[Illustration: 0096] + +```And a-watchin' back to see + +```Ef I _wuz_ asleep--and then + +```Passin' in where 'Viry wuz-- + +```And where, I declare, it does + +```'Pear to me I heerd him say, + +```Wild and glad and whisperin'-- + +```'Peared-like heerd him say, says-ee + +```"Ah! I' got you home ag'in-- + +````Home ag'in witn me!" + +[Illustration: 0098] + +[Illustration: 0100] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Home Again With Me, by James Whitcomb Riley + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45773.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45773.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d269b2b231ca2fa238a28a11682035cd2ec92e7c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45773.txt @@ -0,0 +1,319 @@ + + + A + PROCLAMATION + declaring his + MAIESTIES + Pleasure concerning the dissoluing + of the present Conuention + of Parliament. + + [Illustration] + + _Imprinted at London by_ BONHAM + NORTON and IOHN BILL, + Printers to the Kings most Excellent + MAIESTIE. 1621. + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + ΒΆ A Proclamation + declaring his Maiesties pleasure + concerning the dissoluing of the + present Conuention of + Parliament. + + +Albeit the Assembling, Continuing, and Dissoluing of Parliaments, be +a Prerogatiue so peculiarly belonging to Our Imperiall Crowne, and +the times and seasons thereof so absolutelie in our owne power, that +Wee neede not giue account thereof vnto any: yet, according to Our +continuall custome, to make Our good Subiects acquainted with the +reasons of all Our publike resolutions and actions, We haue thought +it expedient at this time to declare, not onely Our pleasure and +resolution therein, grounded vpon mature deliberation, with the aduice +and vniforme consent of Our whole Priuie Councell; but therewith also +to note some especiall proceedings moouing Vs to this resolution: And +that chieflie to this end, that as God, so the World may witnesse with +Vs, that it was Our intent to haue made this the happiest Parliament +that euer was in Our time: And that the lettes and impediments +thereof being discerned, all misunderstandings and iealousies might +be remooued, and all Our people may know and beleeue, that Wee are as +farre from imputing any of those ill accidents, that haue happened +in Parliament, to any want or neglect of duty, or good affection +towards Vs, by them in generall, or by the greater and better number of +Parliament men, as We are confident (the true causes discouered) they +wilbe farre from imputing it to any default in Vs; there hauing in the +beginning of this late Assemblie passed greater and more infallible +tokens of loue and duty from Our Subiects to Vs their Soueraigne, and +more remarkeable testimonies from Vs of Our Princely care and zeale of +their welfare, then haue beene in any Parliament met in any former Age. + +This Parliament was by Vs called, as for making good and profitable +Lawes, so more especially, in this time of miserable distraction +throughout Christendome, for the better setling of peace and Religion, +and restoring Our Children to their ancient and lawfull patrimony, +which We attempted to procure by peaceable treaty, at Our owne +excessiue charge, thereby to saue and preuent the effusion of Christian +blood, the miserable effect of warre, and dissension; yet with full +purpose, if that succeeded not, to recouer it by the sword; and +therfore, as a necessary meanes conducing to those ends, the supply of +Our Treasures was to bee prouided for. + +This Parliament beginning in Ianuary last, proceeded some moneths with +such harmonie betweene Vs and Our people, as cannot bee paralleld by +any former time: For as the House of Commons at the first, both in +the manner of their supplie, and otherwise, shewed greater loue, and +more respect then euer any House of Commons did to Vs, or (as Wee +thinke) to any King before Vs: So Wee, vpon all their complaints, +haue afforded them such memorable and rare examples of Iustice, as +many ages past cannot shew the like; wherein, that Wee preferred +the weale of Our people before all particular respects, the things +themselues doe sufficiently prooue, Our Iustice being extended, not +onely to persons of ordinary ranke and qualitie, but euen to the prime +Officer of Our Kingdome. And although, after their first Recesse at +Easter, Wee found that they misspent a great deale of time, rather +vpon the inlarging of the limites of their liberties, and diuers other +curious, and vnprofitable things, then vpon the framing and proponing +of good and profitable Lawes: Yet Wee gaue them time and scope for +their Parliamentary proceedings, and prolonged the Session to an +vnusuall length, continuing it vntill the eight and twentieth day of +May, before Wee signified Our purpose for their Recesse; and then Wee +declared, that Wee would make a Recesse on the fourth day of Iune next +following, but only for a time, and in such maner, as might bee without +disturbance to any their businesses in hand, expressing out of Our +Grace (though We needed not) the causes of that Our purpose, which were +the season of the yeere, vsually hot, and vnfit for great assemblies, +Our Progresse approaching, the necessitie Wee had to make vse of +Our Councell attending in both houses, both to settle Our waightie +affaires of State before Wee went, and to attend Vs when Wee went Our +Progresse, the disfurnishing of Our ordinary Courts of Iustice so many +Termes together, the long absence of Iustices of Peace, and Deputy +Lieuetenants, whose presence was needfull for making and returning of +musters, and for subordinate gouernement of the Countrey; and therefore +We appointed to adiourne the Parliament on the fourth day of Iune, +giuing that warning longer then vsuall, that they might set in order +their businesses, and prepare their greeuances, which Wee promised both +to heare and answer before that Recesse, for presenting whereof Wee +appointed them a time. This message graciously intended by Vs, was not +so well entertained by some, who in a short time dispersed and spred +their iealousies vnto others, and thereby occasioned discontentment +in the House, for being adiourned without passing of Billes; Yet made +not their addresse to Vs, as had beene meet, but desired a conference +with the Lords; and at that conference, the nine and twentieth day of +May, vnder colour of desiring to petition Vs for some further time, +to perfect and passe some speciall Bils, were imboldened, not onely +to dispute, but to retell all the reasons that We had giuen for the +adiournement, which being made knowen vnto Vs, Wee againe signified Our +pleasure to both Houses, that on the fourth day of Iune the Parliament +should rise, but We would then giue Our Royall assent to such billes, +as were or should be ready and fit to be then passed, continuing all +other businesses in state they were by a speciall Act to bee framed for +that purpose. + +The Lords with all duetie and respect, submitted to Our resolution, +passed the Act, and sent it with speciall recommendation to the House +of Commons; but they neither read it, nor proceeded with businesses, +but forgetting that the time was Ours and not theirs, continued their +discontentment, as they pretended, for being so soone dismissed. +We (though it were strange to obserue such auersnesse for Our +resoluing vpon such waighty reasons, that wherin Wee needed not to +bee measured by any other rule, but Our owne Princely will) yet were +contented to descend from Our owne Right, to alter Our resolution, +and to continue the Session for a fortnight more, wherein they might +perfite such publique Billes, as were esteemed of most importance: for +which purpose, We Our selfe came in person vnto the Higher house of +Parliament, and made offer thereof vnto them, which being in effect +as much as the Commons had formerly desired, was no sooner offered, +but yeelding thankes to Vs, the said Commons resolued the same day +directly, contrary to their former desire, to refuse it, and to +accept Our first Resolution of an adiournement; but attending Vs at +Greenwich, presented no grieuances: This inconstancie, as Wee passed +by with a gentle admonition; so for the matter of grieuances, aswell +of England, as Ireland, We promised to take them into Our owne care, +though not presented to Vs, and really performed the same so farre +forth, as time, and the aduice of Our Councell of each Kingdome could +enable Vs, as is witnessed by Our seuerall Proclamations, published +in both Realms, as likewise in granting at the same time those three +suites which were proponed vnto Vs by the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury, +at the request, and in the name of both the Houses: But in conclusion +of the house of Commons making it their choise, Wee made a Recesse by +adiournement of the Parliament, the fourth day of Iune; Though indeed +We must doe them this right, that at the said Recesse, taking into +their serious consideration the present estate of Our children abroad, +and the generall afflicted estate of the true Professors of Religion +in forraine parts, they did with one vnanimous consent, in the name of +themselues, and the whole body of the Kingdome, make a most dutifull +and solemne protestation, that if Our pious Endeauours, by treatie to +procure their peace and safetie, should not take that good effect which +was desired, (in the treatie whereof, they humbly besought Vs, not to +suffer any long delay) then, vpon signification of Our pleasure in +Parliament, they would be ready, to the vttermost of their powers, both +with liues and fortunes to assist Vs; so as that by the diuine helpe +of Almightie God, We might be able to doe that by Our sword, which by +peaceable courses should not be effected. + +But during the time of this long Recesse, hauing to Our great charges +mediated with the Emperour, by the meanes of Our Embassadour, the +Lord =DIGBIE=, and hauing found those hopes to fayle, which We had to +preuaile by treaty, Wee in confidence of the Assistance of Our people, +thus freely promised and protested in Parliament, did instantly shorten +the time of the Recesse, (which We had before appointed to continue +vntill the eighth day of February,) and did reassemble Our Parliament, +the twentieth day of Nouember last, and made knowen vnto them the true +state and necessity of Our Childrens affayres, declaring Our resolution +vnto them, of taking vpon Vs the defence of Our Childrens patrimony, +by way of Armes, since We could not compasse it by an amicable treaty; +and therefore expected the fruit of that their declaration, whereby We +were inuited vnto this course: wherein, howbeit We are well satisfied +of the good inclination of the most part of Our House of Commons, +testified by their ready assent to the speedy payment of a Subsidie, +newly to bee granted, yet vpon this occasion some particular members +of that House tooke such inordinate liberty, not only to treat of Our +high Prerogatiues, and of sundry things, that without Our speciall +direction were no fit subiects to be treated of in Parliament; but +also to speake with lesse respect of forraigne Princes, Our Allies, +then were fit for any Subiect to doe of anoynted Kings, though in +enmity and hostility with Vs. And when, vpon this occasion, Wee vsed +some reprehension towardes those miscarriages, requiring them not +to proceede but in such things as were within the capacity of that +House, according to the continuall custome of Our Predecessors, then +by the meanes of some euil affected and discontented persons, such +heat and distemper was raysed in the House, that albeit themselues +had sued vnto Vs for a Session, and for a generall Pardon, vnto both +which at their earnest suit We assented, yet after this fire kindled, +they reiected both, and setting apart all businesses of consequence & +waight (notwithstanding Our admonition and earnest pressing them to +goe on) they either sate as silent, or spent the time in disputing of +Priuiledges, descanting vpon the words and syllables of Our Letters +& messages, which for better cleering of trueth, and satisfaction of +all men, We are about to publish in Print, so soone as possibly We +can. And although in Our Answere to their petition, Wee gaue them full +assurance that Wee would be as carefull of the preseruation of their +Priuiledges, as of Our owne Royall Prerogatiue; and in Our explanation +after sent vnto them by Our Letters, written to Our Secretary, We +told them that Wee neuer meant to denie them any lawful priuiledges +that euer that House enioyed in Our predecessours times; and that +whatsoeuer priuiledges or liberties they enioyed by any Law or Statute, +should euer bee inuiolably preserued by Vs; and We hoped Our posterity +would imitate Our footsteps therein; and whatsoeuer priuiledges they +enioyed by long custome, and vncontrolled and lawful Presidents, We +would likewise be as carefull to preserue them, and transmit the care +therof to Our posterity, confessing Our selues in iustice to be bound +to maintaine them in their Rights, and in grace, that We were rather +minded to increase, then infringe any of them, if they should so +deserue at Our hands, which might satisfie any reasonable man, that +We were farre from violating their priuiledges. And although by Our +Letters written to their Speaker, Wee aduised them to proceede, and +make this a Session, to the end, that Our good & louing subiects might +haue some taste, aswell of Our grace and goodnes towards them, by Our +free pardon and good Lawes to bee passed, as they had both by the great +and vnusuall examples of Iustice since this meeting, and the so many +eases and comforts giuen vnto them by Proclamation. And although We had +giuen order for the Pardon to goe on, and that in a more gracious and +liberall manner then hath passed in may yeeres before, and signified +Our willingnesse, that rather then time should bee misspent, they +might lay aside the thought of the Subsidie, and goe on with an Act +for continuance of Statutes, and the generall Pardon; yet all this +preuailed not to satisfie them, either for their pretended Priuiledges, +or to perswade them to proceed with Bils for the good of themselues, +and those that sent them. But as the Session and Pardon were by them +well desired at first; so were they as ill reiected at the last; and +notwithstanding the sinceritie of Our protestations, not to inuade +their Priuiledges; yet by the perswasion of such as had beene the +cause of all these distempers, they fall to carue for themselues, and +pretending causelesly to bee occasioned thereunto, in an vnseasonable +houre of the day, and a very thinne House, contrary to their owne +Custome in all matters of waight, conclude, and enter a protestation +for their liberties, in such ambiguous and generall words, as might +serue for future times to inuade most of Our inseparable Rights and +Prerogatiues, annexed to Our Imperiall Crowne: whereof not onely in the +times of other Our Progenitors, but in the blessed Raigne of Our late +Predecessor, that renowned Queene =ELIZABETH=, Wee found Our Crowne +actually possessed; an vsurpation that the Maiesty of a King can by no +meanes endure. By all which may appeare, that howsoeuer in the generall +proceedings of that House, there are many footsteps of louing and well +affected duetie to Vs: yet some ill tempered spirits haue sowed tares +among the corne, and thereby frustrated the hope of that plentifull and +good haruest, which might haue multiplyed the wealth and welfare of +this whole land; and by their cunning diuersions haue imposed vpon Vs a +necessitie of discontinuing this present Parliament, without putting +vnto it the name or period of a Session. + +And therefore, whereas the said Assembly of Parliament was by Our +Commission adiourned vntill the eight day of February now next +ensuring, Wee, minding not to continue the same any longer, and +therfore not holding it fit to cause the Prelates, Noblemen, and States +of this Our Realm, or the Knights, Citizens and Burgesses of the +same Parliament to trauaile thereabout, haue thought fit to signifie +this Our resolution, with the reasons thereof vnto all Our Subiects, +inhabiting in all parts of this Realme, willing and requiring the said +Prelates, Noblemen and States, and also the said Knights, Citizens, and +Burgesses, and all others, to whom in this case it shall appertaine, +that they forbeare to attend at the day and place prefixed by the +said adiournement; and in so doing, they are and shall bee hereby +discharged thereof against Vs. And Wee doe hereby further declare, that +the said Conuention of Parliament, neither is, nor after the ceasing +and breaking thereof shall bee, nor ought to bee esteemed, adiudged, or +taken to be, or make any Session or Parliament. + +And albeit Wee are at this time enforced to breake off this Conuention +of Parliament: yet Our will and desire is, that all Our subiects should +take notice, for auoyding of all sinister suspicions and iealousies, +that Our intent and full resolution is, to gouerne Our people in the +same manner, as Our Progenitors and Predecessours, Kings and Queenes +of this Realme, of best gouernment, haue heretofore done; and that Wee +shall be carefull, both in Our owne person, and by charging Our Priuie +Counsell, Our Iudges, and other Our Ministers in their seuerall places +respectiuely, to distribute true Iustice and right vnto all Our people; +and that Wee shall bee as glad to lay hold of the first occasion in due +and conuenient time, which Wee hope shall not bee long, to Call and +Assemble Our Parliament, with confidence of the true and hearty loue +and affection of Our subiects, as either Wee, or any of Our Progenitors +haue beene at any time heretofore. + + + Giuen at Our Pallace at Westminster, + the sixth day of Ianuary, in the + nineteenth yeere of Our Reigne + of Great Britaine, France, and + Ireland. + + + God saue the King. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON, + Printed by BONHAM NORTON, + and IOHN BILL, Printers + to the Kings most Excellent + Maiestie. + 1621. + + [Illustration] + + * * * * * + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + Original spelling and punctuation retained. + + Italics have been replaced with _underscores_ + + Small capitals have been replaced with ALL CAPS. + + Font changes have been replaced with =ALL CAPS=. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45838.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45838.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d249b4ba0f5b77e6a45ffd335ec95ddd4004edd1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45838.txt @@ -0,0 +1,559 @@ + + + THE A B C OF COOKING + + + + + The A B C + + of + + Cooking + + + For men with no experience of cooking on Small Boats, Patrol Boats, in + Camps, on Marches, etc. + + + NEW YORK + + MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY + + 1917 + + + + + Copyright, 1917, by + MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY + + + + +TO "FRED" + + +For the benefit of the Knitting Committee of THE AMERICAN DEFENSE +SOCIETY, which is knitting for American Soldiers and Sailors, and +it is hoped that both cook-book and knitted garments may help to make +more comfortable the men who are only too ready to do their bit. + + New York, + May 26th, 1917. + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + Coffee 11 + + Tea 11 + + Cocoa 11 + + Oatmeal 13 + + Corn Meal 13 + + Hominy 13 + + Boiled Rice 13 + + Macaroni 15 + + Macaroni and Cheese 15 + + Fried Potatoes and Onions 15 + + Scrambled Eggs 17 + + Fried Eggs and Bacon 17 + + Boiled Eggs 17 + + Baking Powder Biscuit 19 + + Muffins 19 + + Fried Cracker or Hard Bread 21 + + Fried Rice 21 + + Rice Griddle Cakes 21 + + Fried Corn Meal Mush or Hominy 23 + + Flap Jacks 23 + + Hoe Cake 23 + + Creamed Cod Fish 25 + + Baked Canned Salmon 25 + + Fried Fish 25 + + Meat Stew 27 + + Canned Corned Beef Hash 27 + + How to Fry Meats 29 + + Beef Steak and Onions 29 + + How to Broil Meat 29 + + Apple Sauce 31 + + Prunes 31 + + To Boil Fresh Potatoes 33 + + To Boil Fresh String Beans 33 + + To Boil Fresh Sweet Corn 33 + + To Boil Fresh Peas 35 + + How to Cook Canned Tomatoes 35 + + How to Cook Canned Corn 35 + + Rice Pudding 35 + + Peach Pie 37 + + Pastry 37 + + Fudge 39 + + + + +THE A B C OF COOKING + + + + +"_Unless the kettle boiling be, filling the tea pot spoils the tea._" + + +HOW TO MAKE COFFEE + + 1 tablespoonful of coffee for each person + and 1 for the pot + 1 cup of boiling water for each person + and 1 for the pot + +Put the coffee into the coffee pot, mix with cold water into a wet +paste. Pour on the boiling water and boil for five minutes slowly. + +To make COFFEE WITH AN EGG, break an egg and mix it, shell and all, +with the paste, and make as above. + + +TEA + + 1 teaspoonful of tea for a person, and + 1 for the pot + 1 cupful of boiling water, and 1 for + the pot + +Let it steep for three minutes. + + +COCOA + +About 4 cups + + Heat 1 quart of milk + 2 teaspoonsful of cocoa + +Mix the cocoa and a little of the warm milk to let it melt, and then +mix all together, keeping it on a slow fire. + + +OATMEAL FOR THREE PERSONS[1] + + ½ cup of oatmeal (Quaker Oats) + 1 quart of hot water. + A pinch of salt + +Boil fifteen minutes. + + +[1] Many of these recipes are given for three persons. For a smaller or +larger number decrease or increase ingredients in proper proportion. + + +CORN MEAL FOR THREE PERSONS + + ½ cup corn meal + 1 quart hot water + Pinch of salt + +Boil fifteen minutes. + + +HOMINY FOR THREE PERSONS + + ¼ of a cup of hominy, steeped in cold + water over night + +In the morning, boil fifteen or twenty minutes in a quart of hot water, +and a pinch of salt. + + +BOILED RICE FOR THREE PERSONS + + ½ cup of rice in two quarts of boiling + water + +Boil for fifteen minutes. Wash rice first. + + +MACARONI FOR THREE PERSONS + +Break into inch pieces a cup full of macaroni, and cover with boiling +water in a saucepan. Add a little salt, and cook until soft (about an +hour). Keep covered with water while boiling. + + +MACARONI AND CHEESE + +If you have an oven, take a pan or dish that can be put into the oven. +Put in a layer of boiled macaroni, some pieces of cheese, a little +mustard and salt, and a little butter. Then more macaroni and the other +things, until your dish is full. Fill the dish with milk, and bake in a +slow oven for half an hour. Put cheese on the top before baking. + + +FRIED POTATOES AND ONIONS + +Slice some cooked or uncooked potatoes and slice some onions. Put into +a hot frying pan with fat, salt pork or bacon, and cook till soft and +brown. + + +SCRAMBLED EGGS + +2 eggs to a person + +Put butter, or fat, or bacon or salt pork in the frying pan (about 1 +teaspoonful of butter for 3 or 4 eggs, and other frying material in +proportion). When hot, stir in the eggs, which have been broken into +a bowl and beaten, adding a little milk (1 tablespoonful for 2 eggs), +salt and pepper. + + +FRIED EGGS AND BACON + +Put on the frying pan. When it is hot, put in the bacon. Cook for about +3 minutes, and put on a dish. + +Then break one egg at a time in a saucer and put into the hot frying +pan, with the grease in it. You can put in as many eggs as there is +room for. Cook for two or three minutes. + + +BOILED EGGS + +Boil in boiling water for 3 minutes for soft boiled. + +Boil in boiling water for 5 minutes for hard boiled. + + +BAKING POWDER BISCUIT + + 2 cups of flour + 4 teaspoonsful of baking powder + 1 teaspoonful of salt + 1 tablespoonful of lard + 1 tablespoonful of butter + ¾ cup of milk and water in equal + parts + +Mix the dry ingredients as well as you can with a spoon, then add the +milk and water. Roll out and cut into biscuits, and bake about ten +minutes in medium hot oven. + + +MUFFINS + + 4 cups of flour + 2 heaping teaspoonsful of baking powder + 1 tablespoonful of melted butter + 1½ cups of milk + 1 heaping teaspoonful of salt + 1 egg + +Mix and sift flour, baking powder and salt together. Beat the egg and +add to milk. Then add the flour and melted butter. Bake in a moderate +oven. + + +FRIED CRACKER OR HARD BREAD + +Dip the hard bread into cold water for a minute or two, not to get too +soft. Then fry in a hot frying pan in butter or bacon. + + +FRIED RICE FOR THREE PERSONS + +Soak a cupful of rice over night. + +In the morning, put rice in the frying pan with some bacon and cook +till soft. + + +RICE GRIDDLE CAKES + + ½ cup boiled rice + 1/4 cup of flour + 1 egg + A pinch of salt + 1½ teaspoonsful of baking powder + Enough milk to make a thin batter + +When the griddle or pan is hot, fry the cakes in salt pork dripping or +lard, drop a spoonful at the time. These are good rice cakes. + + +FRIED CORN MEAL MUSH OR HOMINY + +When corn meal or hominy has been boiled and cooled, cut into slices +and fry in bacon, salt pork or lard. Only one of a kind is needed to +fry with. + + +FLAP JACKS + + 6 tablespoonsful of flour + 1/3 tablespoonful of baking powder + +Mix this thoroughly + +Add enough water to make a batter that will drop freely from the spoon. +Add a pinch of salt and two pinches of sugar. + +Cook in hot frying pan, well greased, for five or seven minutes and +then turn with a quick toss and cook the other side. + +HOE CAKE can be made exactly the same as flap jacks by substituting +corn meal for flour. + + +CREAMED COD FISH FOR THREE PERSONS + +Soak the fish over night--about a pound. In the morning, boil for ten +or fifteen minutes. Pour off the water and pick out the bones. Put on +and stew in some milk, a little butter and a teaspoonful of flour, +stirred in milk, and stir in the whole. + + +BAKED CANNED SALMON + +Put a can of salmon in a dish to bake, a lump of butter the size of +a walnut, pepper and salt, and fill up the dish with milk. Put some +cracker crumbs and a little butter on the top, and bake in the oven for +10 minutes. + +You can get cracker crumbs by rolling some hard tack with a +rolling-pin. Or a bottle makes a pretty good roller on a clean board if +you have no bread board. + + +FRIED FISH + +Wash and clean the fish (split a whole fish), and cover with a little +flour and a little salt and pepper. Put into a hot frying-pan, with +some fat, salt pork or bacon, and cook one side till brown, and then +the other side. + + +MEAT STEW + + 6 onions + 1 can tomatoes + 1 can corn + 1 dozen potatoes, washed and peeled + and cut into pieces. + Couple of pounds of any meat (either + cooked or uncooked) + Some salt and pepper, and then add + 2 quarts of water. + +Let all this stew for an hour, slowly. + + +CANNED CORNED BEEF HASH + +1 cup of chopped or cut-fine corned beef, to 2 cups of chopped or +cut-fine potatoes (either raw or cooked) with a little milk or water to +moisten it, and some butter to make it taste good. Cook in a hot frying +pan, with either bacon, or salt pork to keep from sticking. + +You can make hash of any kind of cold meat and potatoes and a little +butter. If you have any fresh meat, chop or cut it up, add potatoes and +some onions, and a can of tomatoes, salt and pepper, and it will be +lovely mess. + +(Onions or not, as you like.) + + +HOW TO FRY MEATS + +Put a small amount of grease in the frying pan, or salt pork, and when +quite hot put in the steak. If the steak is about half inch thick, fry +for about 1 minute before turning. Salt and pepper to taste. + +Beef, veal, pork and mutton can be done in the same way. + + +BEEF STEAK AND ONIONS + +Follow the recipe for steak. Slice in some raw onions--about six to a +pound of steak--and have enough grease to cook without burning. + + +HOW TO BROIL MEAT + +Put the broiler on, and when hot put on the meat for about two or three +minutes. Then turn and cook on the other side. Add a little salt, +pepper and butter. + + +APPLE SAUCE FOR THREE + + Pare and slice one quart of apples + 2 tablespoonsful of sugar + +Cover all this with cold water, and boil for twenty minutes to a half +hour. + +You can make nice apple sauce with evaporated apples, but they must be +soaked over night. + + +PRUNES + + Soak prunes over night. + 2 cups of prunes + 1½ tablespoonsful of sugar + +Boil till soft--about thirty minutes. + + +TO BOIL FRESH POTATOES + +Either peeled or in their jackets + +Put into boiling water, with a little salt, and boil for 20 minutes to +half an hour. + + +TO BOIL FRESH STRING-BEANS + +Pull the strings off, and cut into pieces into a bowl of cold water. +Drain water off, and cook in boiling water for 20 minutes. Pour off the +water, and add pepper, salt and a little butter. + + +TO BOIL FRESH SWEET CORN + +Husk and remove the corn silk. Cook in boiling water for fifteen +minutes. + +Use the corn silk for cigarettes!! + + +TO BOIL FRESH PEAS + +Shell the peas, and put them into boiling water--enough to cover them. +Then cook for half an hour, or until soft. Drain off the water, and put +on a little butter, pepper and salt. + + +HOW TO COOK CANNED TOMATOES + +Stew for five to ten minutes. Put in some cracker crumbs (to thicken), +a little butter, salt and pepper. + + +HOW TO COOK CANNED CORN + +Stew for five or six minutes, and add a little salt, pepper and butter. + + +RICE PUDDING FOR FOUR PEOPLE + + 1 quart of milk + 2 heaping tablespoonsful of rice + A little salt + 1 tablespoonful of sugar + +A little nutmeg grated if you have it + +Mix this all together, and put in a slow oven. Give one stir after +about ten minutes, and then cook in a slow oven ¾ of an hour. + + +PEACH PIE FOR FOUR PEOPLE + +To make peach pie from evaporated peaches, soak one cup of evaporated +peaches over night. In the morning, stew with 1½ tablespoonsful of +sugar about twenty minutes. + + +PASTRY + + 2 cups of flour--sifted + 2 heaping tablespoonsful of lard (or half butter and half lard) + A little salt + +Mix flour, lard and salt well together, and then add enough cold water +to make the dough soft enough to roll out. If it sticks to the rolling +pin, use a little flour. Then grease the pie plate, and take half of +the dough, rolled out flat, and cover the pie plate. Cut off the edge +with a knife. Then put in your fruit. Take the other half of your +dough, rolled out for a top, and cut around the edge with a knife, and +then press all around the edge with a fork, to make the edges stick +together. Then you will have one grand pie. + +This pie crust recipe will do for any kind of pie. Evaporated apples +should be cooked the same as peaches. + +All dry fruit should be soaked over night. + + +IF STARVING FOR A TASTE OF CANDY MAKE FUDGE + + 1 cake unsweetened Baker's Chocolate + 4 cups of sugar + 2 cups of milk, piece of butter about the size of an egg (little + generous) + +Boil for half to three-quarters of an hour, then take off the fire and +beat till it gets a little thick, and pour into a buttered tin. You can +tell if it is done by stirring a little in a saucer. + + + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + +-Obvious print and punctuation errors fixed. + +-Cover image has been produced by transcriber and placed in public domain. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45921.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45921.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..896ebc1649606f4258d2b648106bc2897bb78129 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg45921.txt @@ -0,0 +1,173 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustration. + See 45921-h.htm or 45921-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/45921/pg45921-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/45921/45921-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/mahoganytree00thacrich + + + + + +THE MAHOGANY TREE + + +[Illustration: _This characteristic picture of the author of "The +Mahogany Tree" is reproduced from a drawing made by the distinguished +illustrator, Mr. Edmund Dulac, for the cover of the menu of a dinner +of the Titmarsh Club of London. It is reprinted here by Mr. Dulac's +very kind permission._] + + +THE MAHOGANY TREE + +by + +WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY + + + + + + + +New York +Privately Printed +Christmas 1910 + + + + +The Mahogany Tree + + +_"Some years since" said Thackeray in a public speech, "when I was +younger, and used to frequent jolly assemblies, I wrote a Bacchanalian +song to be chanted after dinner;" and a contemporary record has +preserved a note of "the radiant gratification of his face whilst +Horace Mayhew sang The Mahogany Tree, perhaps the finest and most +soul-stirring of Thackeray's social songs."_ + +_In seeking a Souvenir of this Christmas season the ballad of "The +Mahogany Tree" lends itself most felicitously to the present purpose +which is to_ + + "--_wish you health, and love and mirth, + As fits the solemn Christmas-tide_." + +_Putting aside for an hour the affairs of a work-a-day world, let us +take our places around the convivial board, on the time-stained surface +of which we may find in fancy the initials of so many boon companions +of other days cut deep._ + +_It is pleasant to sport "round the stem of the jolly old tree" in +congenial company, and to renew our youth at the bidding of this +gracious Toastmaster, the centennial of whose birth we shall celebrate +presently; the anniversary of whose death was yester-e'en._ + +_But while remembering that we shall be none the worse tomorrow for +having been happy today, we are not permitted to forget entirely the +Blue-devil Sprite that awaits the dawn. The play-spell is over; the +lights are out in Vanity Fair; and here in Mr. Dulac's drawing is +the leader of our Christmas Chorus as he shuts up the box and the +puppets--"for our play is played out."_ + + _C. M. F._ + +_Christmas 1910._ + + + + + THE MAHOGANY TREE + + + Christmas is here: + Winds whistle shrill, + Icy and chill, + Little care we: + Little we fear + Weather without, + Sheltered about + The Mahogany Tree + + Once on the boughs + Birds of rare plume + Sang, in its bloom; + Night-birds are we: + Here we carouse, + Singing like them, + Perched round the stem + Of the jolly old tree. + + Here let us sport, + Boys, as we sit; + Laughter and wit + Flashing so free. + Life is but short-- + When we are gone, + Let them sing on + Round the old tree. + + Evenings we knew, + Happy as this; + Faces we miss, + Pleasant to see. + Kind hearts and true, + Gentle and just, + Peace to your dust! + We sing round the tree. + + Care, like a dun, + Lurks at the gate: + Let the dog wait; + Happy we'll be! + Drink, every one; + Pile up the coals, + Fill the red bowls, + Round the old tree! + + Drain we the cup-- + Friend, art afraid? + Spirits are laid + In the Red Sea. + Mantle it up; + Empty it yet; + Let us forget, + Round the old tree. + + Sorrows, begone! + Life and its ills, + Duns and their bills, + Bid we to flee. + Come with the dawn, + Blue-devil sprite. + Leave us to-night, + Round the old tree. + + OF THIS BOOK 200 COPIES WERE + PRINTED FOR THOMAS NAST + FAIRBANKS BY HAL MARCHBANKS + IN DECEMBER 1910 + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +There were no changes made by the transcriber. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46322.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46322.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f842ed0e13c8dfbf0247a825d7323d0180bd90f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46322.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1002 @@ + + + _PUNCH_ CARTOONS + + _of the_ + + GREAT WAR + + + + + _NEW YORK : : : MCMXV + GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY_ + + + + + CONTENTS + + Page + + The Days Preceding the War 7 + + The Struggle 39 + + Uncle Sam 93 + + The Comedies of the Great Tragedy 105 + + Women and Children First 135 + + The New Rake's Progress--Unser Kaiser 151 + + The Raider 173 + + The Unspeakable Turk 181 + + Italia! 207 + + + + +THE DAYS PRECEDING THE WAR + + + [Illustration: A WISE WARNING] + + Dædalus Bismarck (_Political Parent of_ Wilhelm Icarus). + + "My son, observe the middle path to fly, + And fear to sink too low, or rise too high. + Here the sun melts, there vapours damp your force, + Between the two extremes direct your course. + + "Nor on the bear, nor on boötes gaze, + Nor on sword-arm'd orion's dangerous rays: + But follow me, thy guide, with watchful sight, + And, as I steer, direct thy cautious Flight." + + OVID, _"Metamorphoses," Book VIII., Fable III._ + + October 6, 1888. + + + [Illustration: THE HAUNTED SHIP + + (Twenty-five years after "Dropping the Pilot.") + + Ghost of the Old Pilot. "I Wonder if He Would Drop Me _NOW_!" + + (April 1st is the hundredth anniversary of BISMARCK'S birth.) + + March 31, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: L'ENFANT TERRIBLE + + Chorus in the Stern. "Don't Go On Like That--or You'll Upset Us All!!" + + May 10, 1890.] + + + [Illustration: THE IMPERIAL JACK-IN-THE-BOX + + Chorus (_Everybody_). "Everything in Order Everywhere! O! What a + Surprise! Sold Again!" + + January 20, 1893.] + + [Illustration: THE MODERN ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF SOUND] + + "With ravished ears, + The Monarch hears, + Assumes the God, + Affects to nod, + And seems to shake the spheres!" + + March 5, 1892. + + [Illustration: THE STORY OF FIDGETY WILHELM + + (_Up-to-date version of "Struwwelpeter."_)] + + "Let me see if Wilhelm can + Be a little gentleman; + Let me see if he is able + To sit still for once at table!" + + + "But fidgety Will + He won't sit still." + + + Just like any bucking horse. + "Wilhelm! We are getting cross!" + + February 1, 1896. + + + [Illustration: A NEW RÔLE + + IMPERIAL "MANAGER-ACTOR" (_who has cast himself for a leading part in + "Un Voyage en Chine," sotto voce_). + + "Um--Ha! With just a few additional touches here and there, I shall + make a first-rate Emperor of China!" + + January 15, 1898.] + + + [Illustration: ON TOUR + + (_Tangier, March 31._) + + KAISER WILHELM (_as the Moor of Potsdam_) _sings_:-- + + "'Unter den Linden'--always at Home, + 'Under the Lime-light' wherever I roam!" + + April 5, 1905.] + + + [Illustration: COOK'S CRUSADER + + IMPERIAL KNIGHT TEMPLAR (_the German Emperor--to_ SALADIN). "What!! The + Christian Powers putting pressure upon You, my dear Friend!! Horrible! + I can't think how People can do such things!" + + October 15, 1898.] + + + [Illustration: NOT IN THE PICTURE + + SCENE--_On shore, during the visit of the British Fleet to Brest._ + + MR. PUNCH (_Photographer, suavely, to the_ KAISER). "Just a leetle + further back, please, Sir. Your shadow still rather interferes with the + group." + + July 12, 1905.] + + + [Illustration: THE SOWER OF TARES + + (After Millais) + + August 23, 1905.] + + + [Illustration: "ISOLATION" + + PEACE (_attending the Inter-Parliamentary Congress at Berlin_). + "Everybody else seems to be my friend; why do you stand aloof?" + + GERMAN KAISER. "But haven't I always said that I was your friend?" + + PEACE. "Yes; but can't you do something to prove it?" + + September 23, 1908.] + + + [Illustration: THE TEUTONISING OF TURKEY + + GERMAN KAISER. "Good Bird!" + + October 5, 1910.] + + + [Illustration: HARMONY + + [THE GERMAN EMPEROR _has been patronising the Centenary of_ KRUPP'S + _Gun Factory_] + + August 14, 1912. + ] + + + [Illustration: THE BLIND SIDE + + GERMAN OFFICER: "Glad to hear you're going to fortify your sea-front. + Very dangerous people, these English." + + DUTCHMAN: "But it will cost much." + + GERMAN OFFICER: "Ah, but see what you save on the Eastern Frontier, + where there's nobody but us." + + January 11, 1911.] + + + + +THE STRUGGLE + + + [Illustration: WELL MET! + + GREAT BRITAIN JOINS HER ALLIES IN THE FIELD + + August 19, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: BRAVO, BELGIUM! + + August 12, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: FOR FRIENDSHIP AND HONOUR + + August 12, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: AT THE POST OF HONOUR + + LIBERTY (_to Belgium_). "TAKE COMFORT. YOUR COURAGE IS VINDICATED; YOUR + WRONGS SHALL BE AVENGED." + + September 2, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: INDIA FOR THE KING! + + September 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: HAIL! RUSSIA! + + September 16, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: BOER AND BRITON TOO + + GENERAL BOTHA (_composing telegram to the_ KAISER). "Just off to + repel another raid. Your customary wire of congratulation should be + addressed: 'British Headquarters--German South-west Africa.'" + + September 30, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: A NORTH SEA CHANTEY + + (_To the tune of "Tipperary."_) + + JACK. "IT'S A LONG, LONG WAIT FOR WILLIAM'S NAVY, BUT MY HEART'S RIGHT + HERE" + + October 14, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE ROAD TO RUSSIA + + October 7, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: UNCONQUERABLE + + THE KAISER. "SO, YOU SEE--YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING." + + THE KING OF THE BELGIANS. "NOT MY SOUL." + + October 21, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: A PLAIN DUTY + + BRITANNIA (_to Holland_). "MY RESOURCES AND MY OBLIGATIONS ARE GREATER + THAN YOURS; LET THIS SERVICE FALL UPON ME." + + [The number of Belgian refugees in Holland is probably ten times as + great as the number in England.] + + October 28, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: FOREWARNED + + ZEPPELIN (_as "The Fat Boy"_). "'I WANTS TO MAKE YOUR FLESH CREEP.'" + + JOHN BULL. "RIGHT-O!" + + November 4, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE EXCURSIONIST + + SCENE: Ticket Office at ---- (_censored_). + + + Tripper Wilhelm. "FIRST CLASS TO PARIS." Clerk. "LINE BLOCKED." + + Wilhelm. "THEN MAKE IT WARSAW." Clerk. "LINE BLOCKED." + + Wilhelm. "WELL, WHAT ABOUT CALAIS?" Clerk. "LINE BLOCKED." + + Wilhelm. "HANG IT! I _MUST GO SOMEWHERE_! I PROMISED MY PEOPLE I WOULD." + + November 4, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE EAGLE COMIQUE + + KAISER (_reviving old Music-hall refrain_). "HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN + _CALAIS_?" + + November 18, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: GOOD HUNTING + + A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK + + November 18, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: MEN OF FEW WORDS + + Grand Duke Nicholas. "ÇA MARCHE?" + + General Joffre. "ASSEZ BIEN. ET CHEZ VOUS?" + + Grand Duke. "PAS MAL." + + December 2, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE KING AT THE FRONT + + "Tommy" (_having learned the language_). "VIVE LE ROI!" + + December 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE INNOCENT + + Crown Prince. "THIS OUGHT TO MAKE FATHER LAUGH!" + + [In an alleged interview the CROWN PRINCE is reported to have said, + "As to being a war agitator, I am truly sorry that people don't know + me better. There is no 'War Party' in Germany now--nor has there ever + been."] + + December 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: KILLED! + + [With _Mr. Punch's_ compliments to General Botha] + + December 16, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: FULFILMENT + + Austria. "I SAID ALL ALONG THIS WAS GOING TO BE A PUNITIVE EXPEDITION" + + December 23, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE BREAKING OF THE SPELL + + STEINBACH, JANUARY 3, 1915 + + January 13, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: AN AWFUL WARNING + + Austria (to Rumania). "NOW, BE CAREFUL! REMEMBER WHAT I DID TO SERBIA!" + + January 20, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE OUTCAST + + A PLACE IN THE SHADOW + + February 19, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: A PAINFUL REFLECTION + + Austria. "HEAVENS! AM I REALLY AS BAD AS THAT? TAKE IT AWAY." + + [It seems to be dawning upon Vienna that the armies of Austria have + not been consistently victorious.] + + April 14, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: CANADA! + + YPRES: APRIL 22-24, 1915 + + May 5, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE NEW ARMY TO THE FRONT + + December 30, 1914.] + + + + +UNCLE SAM + + + [Illustration: NOTHING DOING + + Imperial Dachshund. "Here I've been sitting up and doing tricks for the + best part of seven weeks, and you take no more notice of me than if----" + + Uncle Sam. "Cut it out!" + + September 23, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: AS BETWEEN FRIENDS + + British Lion. "Please don't look at me like that, Sam. _YOU_'RE not the + eagle I'm up against." + + January 6, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: A BRAZEN BAND + + Imperial Conductor. "Stick to it, Tirpitz; keep on melting their + hearts!" + + March 31, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: REJECTED ADDRESSES + + KAISER (_to America_). "Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love; + But why did you kick me downstairs?" + + April 21, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE RESOURCEFUL LOVER + + TEUTON TROUBADOUR (_serenading the fair Columbia_). "If she won't + listen to my love-songs, I'll try her with a brick!" + + February 17, 1915.] + + + + +THE COMEDIES OF THE GREAT TRAGEDY + + + [Illustration: STUDY OF A PRUSSIAN HOUSEHOLD HAVING ITS MORNING HATE + + February 24, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: German Bird. "I see it doesn't say anything about + eagles." + + August 26, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE HOHENZOLLERN (_megaphonically_). "Take courage, my +brave Germans. Your Kaiser is prepared to sacrifice a million of you." + + August 26, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: German Kaiser. "Let us prey." + + September 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE HUNTER HUNTED + + [With acknowledgments to Mr. J. C. Dollman.] + + September 16, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: _Admiral of the Atlantic_ (_to himself_). "It is My + Imperial pleasure to present You with the Order of the Masthead Broom + (First Class) in recognition of Your conspicuous success in sweeping + the seas." + + September 23, 1914.] + + [Illustration: _The Wolff_. "Good morning, my dear Little Red Riding + Hood. Wouldn't you like me to tell you one of my pretty tales?" + + _Little Miss Holland_. "Thanks; but I'm _NOT_ Little Red Riding Hood, + and I don't want any of your fairy stories." + + September 23, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: A GARGOYLE OF NOTRE DAME DE PARIS + + (_With acknowledgements to the etching by M. Méryon._) + + Spirits of evil, when they're thrown + Out of a Church, are turned to stone; + + But the above was petrified + Even before he got inside. + + October 28, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: LATEST DEVICE OF THE ENEMY + + Learning to sing "It's a long, long way to Tipperary" for the purpose + of deceiving the Allies. + + November 4, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: + + WILHELM the PEACEMAKER + + Uhlan's Kindness To Belgian Peasant + + The Angelus. German Soldier's Reverence At A French Cathedral + + German Soldier Carrying Parcels for British Prisoner + + German Helping A Wounded British Soldier + + German Soldier Serving Tea to Wounded Enemies + + German Soldiers Romping with Belgian Children + + German Feeding Starving Belgians + + A Prussian Court-painter earning an Iron Cross by painting pictures in + praise of the Fatherland for neutral consumption + + November 11, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: UNRECORDED EVENTS IN THE HISTORY OF THE WAR + + German soldiers being roused to enthusiasm by the "Hymn of Hate" + + December 16, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE IRON CROSS EPIDEMIC + + Captain of a German cruiser, hurrying home after shelling + health-resort, gives orders to lighten the ship for the sake of speed. + + December 23, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: HOW TO BRING UP A HUN + + The Teutonic substitute for Milk + + November 11, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: _Turkey_. "Looks very tempting and fruity; but what I + want to know is, who's going to pay the doctor's bill if complications + ensue?" + + September 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: FAITH + + December 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: _Voice on telephone_ (_from Berlin_). "Well, have you + dammed the Suez Canal yet?" + + _Turk_. "Yes--often!" + + February 10, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: _Turk_. "I say, you fellows! Do you see the other Allies + are pooling their Funds? Capital idea!" + + February 17, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: "IN THE SPRING A YOUNG MAN'S FANCY----" + + The Crown Prince. "I DON'T BELIEVE I WAS MEANT TO WIN BATTLES; I + BELIEVE I WAS MEANT TO BE LOVED." + + April 28, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: German Kaiser. "We are not satisfied with Our moustache; + it seems to need support on the Eastern side." + + September 2, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: FOR NEUTRAL CONSUMPTION + + September 2, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: WILLIAM THE GALLANT + + The Kaiser, by gifts of roses, has been trying to ingratiate himself + with the Grand Duchess of Luxembourg, whose country he has invaded in + defiance of treaty obligations. + + January 20, 1915.] + + + + +WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST + + + [Illustration: THE TRIUMPH OF "CULTURE" + + August 26, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: GOD (AND THE WOMEN) OUR SHIELD! + + STUDY OF A GERMAN GENTLEMAN GOING INTO ACTION + + September 9, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: DISHONOURED + + Captain of the _EMDEN_. "DIRTY WORK!" + + December 30, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE FLIGHT THAT FAILED + + The Emperor. "WHAT! NO BABES, SIRRAH?" + + The Murderer. "ALAS! SIRE, NONE." + + The Emperor. "WELL, THEN, NO BABES, NO IRON CROSSES." + + [Exit murderer, discouraged.] + + January 27, 1915.] + + +[Illustration: THE BREAD-WINNER + + March 3, 1915.] + + +[Illustration: A GREAT NAVAL TRIUMPH + + German Submarine Officer. "THIS OUGHT TO MAKE THEM JEALOUS IN THE + SISTER SERVICE. BELGIUM SAW NOTHING BETTER THAN THIS." + + April 7, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE ELIXIR OF HATE + + Kaiser. "'FAIR IS FOUL, AND FOUL IS FAIR; + HOVER THROUGH THE FOG AND FILTHY AIR.'" + + May 5, 1915.] + + + + +THE NEW RAKE'S PROGRESS--UNSER KAISER + + + [Illustration: THE COMING OF THE COSSACKS + + Wilhelm II. "WHAT IS THIS DISTANT RUMBLING THAT I HEAR? DOUBTLESS THE + PLAUDITS OF MY PEOPLE!" + + August 26, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE WORLD'S ENEMY + + The Kaiser. "WHO GOES THERE?" + + Spirit of Carnage. "A FRIEND--YOUR ONLY ONE." + + August 19, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: MADE IN GERMANY + + Kaiser. "I'M NOT QUITE SATISFIED WITH THE SWORD. PERHAPS, AFTER ALL, + THE PEN IS MIGHTIER!" + + September 16, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE GREAT ILLUSION + + Kaiser. "MY POOR BIRD, WHAT _HAS_ HAPPENED TO YOUR TAIL-FEATHERS?" + + German Eagle. "CAN YOU BEAR THE TRUTH, SIRE?" + + Kaiser. "IF IT'S NOT FOR PUBLICATION." + + German Eagle. "IT'S LIKE THIS, THEN. YOU TOLD ME THE BRITISH LION WAS + CONTEMPTIBLE. WELL--HE WASN'T!" + + September 23, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE GREAT GOTH + + DESIGN FOR A STAINED-GLASS WINDOW IN A NEO-GOTHIC CATHEDRAL AT POTSDAM + + September 30, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: GIVING THE SHOW AWAY + + German Press Bureau Photographer. "Costume perfect, Sire--accessories + admirable; but, in view of all these 'victories,' dare we suggest that + the _EXPRESSION_ might be just a touch more _JUBILANT?_" + + October 14, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE LIMIT + + _Scene:_ The Coast of Belgium + + The Kaiser. "'WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING?'" + + Wild Waves. "WE WERE JUST SAYING, 'THUS FAR, AND NO FARTHER!'" + + October 28, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: A CHRONIC COMPLAINT + + Aide-de-Camp. "'THE ENGLISH FORCE, SO PLEASE YOU.'" + + Kaiser. "'TAKE THY FACE HENCE ... I AM SICK AT HEART.'" + + Macbeth, Act V., Sc. 3. + + December 2, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE WHITEWASHERS + + Kaiser. "Lay it on, my worthy professors--lay it on thick! I want every + drop of it." + + January 20, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: WILFUL MURDER + + The Kaiser. "TO THE DAY----" Death. "----OF RECKONING!" + + May 19, 1915.] + + + + +THE RAIDER + + + [Illustration: THE RETURN OF THE RAIDER + + Kaiser. "WELL, I _AM_ SURPRISED!" + + Tirpitz. "SO WERE WE." + + February 3, 1915.] + + +[Illustration: "SOUND AND FURY" + + Kaiser. "IS ALL MY HIGH SEAS FLEET SAFELY LOCKED UP?" + + Admiral von Tirpitz. "PRACTICALLY ALL, SIRE." + + Kaiser. "THEN LET THE STARVATION OF ENGLAND BEGIN!" + + February 17, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: RUNNING AMOK + + German Bull. "I KNOW I'M MAKING A ROTTEN EXHIBITION OF MYSELF; BUT I + SHALL TELL EVERYBODY I WAS GOADED INTO IT." + + February 24, 1915.] + + + + +THE UNSPEAKABLE TURK + + + [Illustration: OUT OF BOUNDS + + John Bull. "SHOO! SHOO!" + + May 9, 1906.] + + + [Illustration: ARMAGEDDON: A DIVERSION + + TURKEY. "Good! if only all those other Christian nations get at one + another's throats, I may have a dog's chance yet." + + December 4, 1912.] + + +[Illustration: SETTLED + + Dame Europa. "You've always been the most troublesome boy in the + school. Now go and consolidate yourself." + + Turkey. "Please, ma'am, what does that mean?" + + Dame Europa. "It means going into that corner--and stopping there!" + + April 2, 1913.] + + + [Illustration: HIS MASTER'S VOICE + + THE KAISER (_to Turkey, reassuringly_). "Leave everything to me. All + you've got to do is to explode." + + TURKEY. "Yes, I quite see that. But where shall _I_ be when it's all + over?" + + November 11, 1914.] + + + [Illustration: THE EUPHEMISTS + + Kaiser. "I say, how are you going to explain away the surrender of your + army corps in the Caucasus?" + + Sultan of Turkey. "Nothing simpler. I shall say, 'Our gallant troops + determined to embarrass the enemy's commissariat, and carried out their + object with overwhelming success." + + Kaiser. "Splendid! Couldn't have put it better myself." + + Sultan. "My dear boy, we were in the business ages and ages before you + were thought of." + + January 13, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE GOD IN THE CART + + (_An Unrehearsed Effect._) + + Turkey. "I'm getting a bit fed up with this. I shall kick soon." + + Austria. "Well, I was thinking of lying down." + + January 6, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS + + Turkish Camel. "WHERE TO?" + + German Officer. "EGYPT." + + Camel. "GUESS AGAIN." + + February 10, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: + + German Sentry. "WHO GOES THERE?" Turk. "A FRIEND--CURSE YOU!" + + January 20, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE DISSEMBLERS + + [January 27th] + + Emperor of Austria. "NOW WHAT DO WE REALLY WANT TO SAY?" + + Sultan of Turkey. "WELL, OF COURSE, WE COULDN'T SAY _THAT_; NOT ON HIS + BIRTHDAY." + + January 27, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: WILLIAM O' THE WISP + + March 3, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE REVERSION + + _Turkey._ "I'M GIVING UP THIS BED, WILLIAM. WON'T YOU TAKE MY PLACE?" + + April 7, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: "'He's as willing as a Christian; strike me blind if he + isn't,' said Sikes." + + _Oliver Twist,_ Chap. xvi. + + (_With apologies to the late Fred Barnard._) + + November 4, 1914.] + + + + +ITALIA! + + + [Illustration: ON THE FENCE + + All-Highest (_to certain Neutrals_). "ABOUT--TURN!" [They sit tight.] + + March 17, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: VICARIOUS GENEROSITY + + Kaiser. "SHOULD YOU WANT SOME MORE FEATHERS, I KNOW A TWO-HEADED EAGLE" + + March 24, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: THE AWAKENING + + Prince von Bülow (_to Italy_). "STOP, STOP, SIGNORA! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO + BE _MESMERISED_--NOT _MOBILISED_!" + + April 28, 1915.] + + + [Illustration: ON WITH THE NEW HATE + + May 12, 1915.] + + + * * * * * + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + Minor punctuation errors repaired. + + Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ + + p69 A CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCK has been replaced with + A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Punch Cartoons of the Great War, by Various + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46392.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46392.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0a4e8017fb1ce45fc85ae20cbee79ce69a8d88f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46392.txt @@ -0,0 +1,625 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Tom Cosmas, from materials obtained at The Internet Archive + + + + + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + +THE FAMILY OF PSITTACIDÆ, + +PARROTS: + + +THE GREATER PART OF THEM + +SPECIES HITHERTO UNFIGURED, + + +CONTAINING + + +FORTY-TWO LITHOGRAPHIC PLATES, + +DRAWINGS FROM LIFE, AND ON STONE, + + +By EDWARD LEAR, A.L.S. + + +LONDON: + +PUBLISHED BY E. LEAR, 61 ALBANY STREET, REGENT'S PARK. + +1832. + + +TO THE + +Queen's Most Excellent Majesty, + +THIS WORK + +IS, BY HER MOST GRACIOUS PERMISSION, + +HUMBLY DEDICATED, + + +BY + + +HER MAJESTY'S + +MOST DUTIFUL AND FAITHFUL SUBJECT, + + +E. LEAR. + + + + +LIST OF PLATES. + + + 1. Psittacus badiceps. _Bay-headed Parrot._ + 2. Plyctolophus rosaceus. _Salmon-crested Cockatoo._ + 3. ---- galeritus. _Greater Sulphur-crested Cockatoo._ + 4. ---- sulphureus. _Lesser Sulphur-crested Cockatoo._ + 5. ---- Leadbeateri. _Leadbeater's Cockatoo._ + 6. Calyptorhynchus Baudinii. _Baudin's Cockatoo._ + 7. Macrocercus Aracanga. _Red and Yellow Maccaw._ + 8. ---- Ararauna. _Blue and Yellow Maccaw._ + 9. ---- hyacinthinus. _Hyacinthine Maccaw._ + 10. Psittacara Patachonica. _Patagonian Parrakeet Maccaw._ + 11. ---- leptorhyncha. _Long-billed Parrakeet Maccaw._ + 12. ---- nana. _Dwarf Parrakeet Maccaw._ + 13. Nanodes undulatus. _Undulated Parrakeet._ + 14. Platycercus erythropterus. _Crimson-winged Parrakeet (adult male)._ + 15. ---- erythropterus. _Crimson-winged Parrakeet (female and young male)._ + 16. ---- Tabuensis. _Tabuan Parrakeet._ + 17. ---- Baueri. _Bauer's Parrakeet._ + 18. ---- Barnardi. _Barnard's Parrakeet._ + 19. ---- palliceps. _Pale-headed Parrakeet._ + 20. ---- Brownii. _Brown's Parrakeet._ + 21. ---- pileatus. _Red-capped Parrakeet (adult male)._ + 22. ---- pileatus. _Red-capped Parrakeet (female)._ + 23. ---- Stanleyii. _Stanley Parrakeet (adult male)._ + 24. ---- Stanleyii. _Stanley Parrakeet (young male)._ + 25. ---- unicolor. _Uniform Parrakeet._ + 26. ---- Pacificus. _Pacific Parrakeet._ + 27. Palæornis Novæ Hollandiæ. _New Holland Parrakeet (male and female)._ + 28. ---- melanura. _Black-tailed Parrakeet._ + 29. ---- anthopeplus. _Blossom-feathered Parrakeet._ + 30. ---- rosaceus. _Roseate Parrakeet._ + 31. ---- Columboïdes. _Pigeon Parrakeet._ + 32. ---- cucullatus. _Hooded Parrakeet._ + 33. ---- torquatus. _Rose-ringed Parrakeet (yellow variety)._ + 34. Trichoglossus rubritorquis. _Scarlet-collared Parrakeet._ + 35. ---- Matoni. _Maton's Parrakeet._ + 36. ---- versicolor. _Variegated Parrakeet._ + 37. Lorius Domicella. _Black-capped Lory._ + 38. Psittacula Kuhlii. _Kuhl's Parrakeet._ + 39. ---- Tarantæ. _Abyssinian Parrakeet._ + 40. ---- torquata. _Collared Parrakeet._ + 41. ---- rubrifrons. _Red-fronted Parrakeet._ + 42. ---- Swinderniana. _Swindern's Parrakeet._ + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacus badiceps. + +Bay-headed Parrot. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +_Printed by C. Hullmandel._] + + +[Illustration: + +Plyctolophus rosaceus + +Salmon-crested Cockatoo. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +_Printed by C. Hullmandel._] + + +[Illustration: + +Plyctolophus galeritus + +Greater Sulphur-crested Cockatoo. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +_Printed by C. Hullmandel._] + + +[Illustration: + +Plyctolophus sulphureus. + +Lesser Sulphur-crested Cockatoo. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Plyctolophus Leadbeateri. + +Leadbeater's Cockatoo. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Calyptorhynchus Baudinii. Baudin's Cockatoo. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Macrocercus Aracanga. + +Red and Yellow Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Macrocercus Ararauna. + +Blue and Yellow Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Macrocercus hyacinthinus. + +Hyacinthine Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacara Patachonica. + +Patagonian Parrakeet Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacara leptorhyncha. + +Long-billed Parrakeet Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacara nana. + +Dwarf Parrakeet Maccaw. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Nanodes undulatus. + +Undulated Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus erythropterus. + +Crimson-winged Parrakeet (adult male). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus erythropterus. + +Crimson-winged Parrakeet (female and young male). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Tabuensis. + +Tabuan Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Baueri. + +Bauer's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Barnardi. + +Barnard's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus palliceps. + +Pale-headed Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Brownii. + +Brown's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus pileatus. + +Red-capped Parrakeet (adult male). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus pileatus. + +Red-capped Parrakeet (female). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Stanleyii. + +Stanley Parrakeet (adult male). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Stanleyii. + +Stanley Parrakeet (young male). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus unicolor. + +Uniform Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Platycercus Pacificus. + +Pacific Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis Novæ Hollandiæ. + +New Holland Parrakeet (male and female). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis melanura. + +Black-tailed Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis anthopeplus. + +Blossom-feathered Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis rosaceus. + +Roseate Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis Columboïdes. + +Pigeon Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis cucullatus. + +Hooded Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Palæornis torquatus. + +Rose-ringed Parrakeet (yellow variety). + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Trichoglossus rubritorquis. + +Scarlet-collared Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Trichoglossus Matoni. + +Maton's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Trichoglossus versicolor. + +Variegated Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Lorius Domicella. + +Black-capped Lory. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacula Kuhlii. + +Kuhl's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacula Tarantæ. + +Abyssinian Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacula torquata. + +Collared Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacula rubrifrons. + +Red-fronted Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + + +[Illustration: + +Psittacula Swinderniana. + +Swindern's Parrakeet. + + +_E. Lear del et lith._ + +Printed by C. Hullmandel.] + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4661.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4661.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5143efca5f75440e1816f79c6504239b74447140 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg4661.txt @@ -0,0 +1,362 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Dagny and Frank J. Morlock + + + + + + + + + +This Etext is for private use only. No republication for profit in +print or other media may be made without the express consent of the +Copyright Holder. The Copyright Holder is especially concerned about +performance rights in any media on stage, cinema, or television, or +audio or any other media, including readings for which an entrance fee +or the like is charge. Permissions should be addressed to: Frank +Morlock, 6006 Greenbelt Rd, #312, Greenbelt, MD 20770, USA or +frankmorlock@msn.com. Other works by this author may be found at +http://www.cadytech.com/dumas/personnage.asp?key=130 + + + + MADAME AUBIN + + a play in one act and in prose + + by Verlaine, 1895 + + Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock + + + +Characters: + +A Servant +Aubin +Madame Marie Aubin +Peltier +An Officer + + + +The action takes place in the room of a hotel. + + +PELTIER (to a servant who is leaving) +That's fine. We'll ring when we need you. + +(to Marie) +A day and a night of rest, my darling, right? After which we'll leave, +crossing Switzerland for Brindisi without any stop and reach the +Orient as it was agreed. + +MARIE +It was agreed? + +PELTIER +Eh! Yes. + +MARIE +It's true. Indeed, as you like. + +PELTIER +What do you mean? Since you approve, I'm going to peruse the train +schedule. You'll allow me. + +MARIE +My God, yes. + +(A short pause during which Marie looks at her ring and munches on a +cake she has taken from a gold comfit box.) + +PELTIER (after having written some notes in pencil) +There. At noon tomorrow we'll take the Express and we'll stop wherever +you like. Look. (offering Marie his notes) + +MARIE +My friend, you are perfect. I'm going to think it over. Would you +listen to me for a moment to discuss something else? + +PELTIER +Speak my darling. + +MARIE +I want to call a halt to our adventure here. + +PELTIER +I don't understand. + +MARIE +Don't interrupt me. What we are doing is crazy. It's not ridiculous, +it's crazy. We will be far less happy than we were there. And it truly +required all the influence of your charming character and the +persuasion of your frankness (offering him her hand which he holds and +keeps) to make me take this enormous step. It's no longer time, I know +or rather I suspect, to go back on such an impulse, but after all, +what do you want? And I am in despair after all this bravura which +decided me, sustained me, swept me off my feet during this long +journey from Paris to this chancy place. Ah, I'm afraid. + +PELTIER (overwhelmed by surprise rather than skeptical and resolved as +he had appeared up until now.) +Afraid of whom and what? (he lets Marie's hand fall and crosses his +arms waiting to hear more) + +MARIE +Of the past, first of all. Fear! Remorse because of the past. And +certainly my husband doesn't deserve all this outrage. He's a man with +faults, surely, even vices, perhaps. But he's honorable and even +righteous. And now I think of it these quarrels between him and me +must rather proceed from me, spoiled child and over-free young girl +that I was before my marriage with this honest, with this gallant man. + +PELTIER +Let's leave Aubin out of this. In the end what do you mean and what do +you want me to do? Return to Paris and your abandoned household? + +MARIE +I don't know yet. But don't interrupt me every minute and you will be +of my opinion. No. My husband ought not to have to endure these things +on his honor and his name. And it's true I am afraid of the past. I'm +afraid of the future, too. Or rather, no. It's the present which +frightens me, sir! For the future, I'll answer for it. And it will +conform to the vows of my finally reawakened conscience. + +PELTIER (who has a mounting rage within him and feels himself provoked +to the last degree) +Explain yourself? Are you joking or not? I want to understand you. + +MARIE +Sir, you have no right to speak to me like this! + +(Peltier advances like a man who has the right his interlocutor is +speaking of or believes he's going to have it.) + +MARIE +And I will never give it to you. + +PELTIER +Madame. + +MARIE +Do you hear, sir? + +(The two stiffen and look each other in the face. A silence.) + +PELTIER +Then why did you come with me of your own free will, or even on your +own initiative? + +MARIE (who's settled down) +What do you want? I've changed my mind. + +PELTIER (very cold and speaking through his teeth) +Fine. You've tricked me! At this point I'm not a young man. No one +makes a fool of me! For, my darling, I don't think that a caprice of +yours, such a sudden turnabout, such a flash of virtue-- + +MARIE +Don't use that word virtue any more. It is terrible to my ears. I was +telling you just now that I've something like fear of the present. +Yes, fear to remain here this way. But I was in the process of adding +that the present doesn't terrify me. It was then that you shrieked out +at the moment I was going to explain to you how I intended to confide +myself to your honor to allow me to decide in peace. And you got so +carried away that you irritated me, too. And you just said things to +me! A caprice? me, at my age; twenty-eight years old! A flash of +conscience. Yes, that's it. Believe it. + +PELTIER +But what role is it you wish me to play in all this? You, you are at +the same time reasonable, then illogical and me? as for me? + +MARIE +Your role? All sketched out. Let me do it all. That would be +chivalrous and fine. + +PELTIER +But I love you, why-- + +MARIE +And me, too, I love you and I say to you: Can't we love each other +without all this? (scornful gesture) without all this? (disdainful +gesture) + +PELTIER +Ah! We are there. A virgin arises in you when through you a satyr is +rising in me. (grabbing her by the waist) And towards you-- + +MARIE (who soon gets free) +Look, let's be serious. + +(Peltier, who importunes a long explanation sits with bowed head; one +hand on the back of a chair, the other playing with his watch chain.) + +MARIE +What is it you risk? You, a man, a bachelor by this pleasant voyage? +Nothing. A duel perhaps on return! In this illogical world we live in +your reputation will be far from damaged; a world which dislikes +adultery in a woman and is passionately fond of all the gallant sins +of a fashionable man. Whereas I?!! And yet it's only quite natural and +especially on the brink of a final resolution, I hesitate and jump +back. Must you be angry about it? Look, are you angry? can you be? +ought you to be? + +PELTIER (as if unexpectedly released and decided, peremptory, brief, +confident) +Questions! Questions! In my turn I will say to you: Let's be serious. +Admit it: You encouraged me to do this thing. And exactly as you say +it was quite natural for me to undertake it, and still is; I concur in +your reasoning, and will pursue it like a fashionable man or +otherwise! + +(Marie recoils abruptly. Peltier takes a step forward.) + +PELTIER +And I am going to prove it to you! + +MARIE (rigid and henceforth not giving an inch) +Fie! + +PELTIER +You are going to see. + +(Aubin abruptly opens the door and appears.) + +AUBIN (addressing himself exclusively to Peltier) +Yes, it's I, the one you didn't expect. No need to tell you how I +caught wind of your plot and was able to overtake you so soon. The +essential thing is that four officers from the garrison are indeed +willing to serve as seconds and are awaiting us in a nearby woods +with swords and pistols as you please even though I have indeed the +right to choose the weapons. + +PELTIER +I'll come with you. + +AUBIN (to his wife, aloud, taking her hand which he kisses) +You, Marie, await me here--dead or alive. Do you understand me, my +pretty? + +(Aubin and Peltier leave) + +MARIE +What an affair! Am I really dreaming in the end. (throwing herself on +a sofa which might soon have become dangerous) A little order in my +thoughts. (pressing her fingers to her forehead) There. There.--Yes, +what I was telling Mr. Peltier is still true. I was a spoiled child +when Aubin took me. He spoiled me, too. I became accustomed to +prolonging my childhood and my youth in the married state. I was +willful, demanding, capricious. At the beginning my husband found this +charming, then he tired of it. Quarrels, harshness on his part, on +mine sulks. Seven years later Peltier appeared. A charming man, +surely. But less so than Aubin, now that I see things clearly. And at +bottom, this stupid departure is still more my fault than his. A +moment of feminine scorn which with our mores a man is praised for +profiting from. I couldn't hold it against him just now for wanting +what was implied by our innocent prank and a little fortitude helped +me confine it to its character of folly and nothing more. But what? +While I tell myself these things, two likable men who both love me, +and of which I decidedly prefer one, my husband, are fighting over me. +O Mercy! Just as if I were a young girl. And indeed! O punishment! Me! +Me! What anguish and what a situation! And the future! During these +sweet words with Aubin just now. I've the great misery of waiting for +him or the other one. All the same, I've resisted. And there was a +moment when I had some merit. But this trip! And this waiting! My God, +you in whom one must believe despite all the opinions of folks these +days, My God--have pity on me in my misery! (long silence during which +she remains prostrated.) + +AUBIN (enters, wounded in the shoulder, supported by an Officer) +It's over. Madame Aubin, I present you one of my seconds. + +(To the officer) +Sir? + +OFFICER (bowing before Marie) +Count de Givors. + +AUBIN +Count de Givors, I present you my wife. + +MARIE (who, since her husband's entrance has had eyes only for him, +mechanically) +Sir. (leaping after a fashion on his neck) Ah, my friend. Why, why, +you are wounded. + +AUBIN +It's nothing. A bullet that they'll quickly extract from me. And then, +right? as soon as my wound is dressed on our way to Paris? By the way, +you know, Peltier has nothing. + +MARIE (literally superb) +Who cares? + +(Silence) + +AUBIN (immensely joyful) +Huh? + +OFFICER (to both) +Excuse me. (he withdraws after having bowed, escorted out by both) + +AUBIN (to his wife) +Explain yourself, Marie. + +(Peltier enters) + +MARIE (to Peltier) +Sir. Say if you have ever had the right to call yourself my lover? + +PELTIER +On my oath as an honest and gallant man which my return to this room +confirms: Aubin, I swear No. This departure was a delirium from which +Madame awakened first, pure and invincible. Invincible because I +wanted to have the last word and she had it; and that was a no not to +be misunderstood. + +AUBIN* +Indeed, each has fulfilled his duty here. I, after your folly rushed +to get back my wife and to forgive her after a duel. You, Marie, +having remained a good spouse. And I will answer to you that the +misunderstandings which serve to excuse you, are dead forever. How +happy we are going to be. And you, Peltier, what need is there for an +explanation? Given our civilization's disapproval of your attempt to +do me out of my wife, as for me, I'd bear you a grudge, too, if this +bullet weren't in my shoulder. Now this is it: we'll return after my +scratch is dressed. Naturally we will be some while without seeing you +again, Peltier. Aren't you on a trip? + +(to Peltier) +And your hand. + + +(curtain) + + + +* Translator's note. This final speech reads a little strangely and not +just in translation because the idea behind it is a little strange. +Aubin's idea is something like this: "The world condemns you, Peltier, +for tampering with my wife, and I would too, but for the fact you've put +a bullet in my shoulder which proves you're a man of honor, etc." I don't +feel justified in incorporating the explanatory material into the text so +the best I can do is offer this footnote. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46691.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46691.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe9b8561fb05ae44814e147ecaf76e345103517e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46691.txt @@ -0,0 +1,973 @@ + + + New Novels + + 6/- + + + THE QUESTION + + By Parry Truscott + + Author of "Catherine" + + + THE WICKED WORLD + + By Alice Maud Meadows + + Author of "The Dukedom of Portsea" + + + JOHN MARVEL + + By Thomas Nelson Page + + Author of "Red Rock" + + + By MARY GAUNT + + The Uncounted Cost + + Part Author of "The Silent Ones" + + + By HALLIWELL SUTCLIFFE + + A Winter's Comedy + + A Tale of Yorkshire + + + By VICTORIA CROSS + + The Eternal Fires + + Contains portrait of Author in Colours + + + By SHAN F. BULLOCK + + Master John + + Author of "Robert Thorne" + + + By STANLEY PORTAL HYATT + + Black Sheep + + Author of "The Marriage of Hilary Carden" + + + + + _BIOGRAPHY_ + + _FOR_ + + _BEGINNERS_ + + [Illustration] + + + + + Fine Editions of this Book + + are also issued + + at 2/6 net and 6/- net + + + + + BIOGRAPHY + + FOR + + BEGINNERS + + BEING A COLLECTION OF MISCELLANEOUS + EXAMPLES FOR THE USE OF UPPER FORMS + + + Edited by E. CLERIHEW, B.A. + With 40 Diagrams by G. K. CHESTERTON + + + + + LONDON + T. WERNER LAURIE + CLIFFORD'S INN + + + + +LIST OF CONTENTS + + +Introductory Remarks + +Sir Christopher Wren + +Miguel de Cervantes + +George Bernard Shaw + +Sir Humphrey Davy + +J. S. Mill + +François Liszt + +Lord Clive + +King Edward the Confessor + +The Rev. John Clifford, M.A., LL.B., D.D. + +Messrs Chapman & Hall + +Karl Marx + +Otto the Great + +Marconi + +David Hume + +Mr H. Belloc + +Job + +Pizarro + +The Duke of Fife, K.T., P.C., G.C.V.O. + +The Duke of Wellington + +John Bunyan + +George Hirst + +Erasmus and the Humanists + +Besant and Rice + +Tiziano Vecelli + +Professor James Dewar, F.R.S. + +Sir Walter Raleigh + +Jane Austen + +Odo of Bayeux + +David Ricardo + +Sir Thomas à Mallory + +Mr Alfred Beit + +Cimabue + +President Roosevelt + +Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford + +Sir Alexander Fuller Acland-Hood, M.P. + +Mahomet + +Edvard Grieg + +Jan Van Eyck + +Mr T. Werner Laurie + +Index of Psychology + + + + +INTRODUCTORY REMARKS + + + The Art of Biography + Is different from Geography. + Geography is about Maps, + But Biography is about Chaps. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIR CHRISTOPHER WREN + + + Sir Christopher Wren + Said, "I am going to dine with some men. + "If anybody calls + "Say I am designing St. Paul's." + +[Illustration] + + + + +MIGUEL DE CERVANTES + + + The people of Spain think Cervantes + Equal to half-a-dozen Dantes: + An opinion resented most bitterly + By the people of Italy. + +[Illustration] + + + + +GEORGE BERNARD SHAW + + + Mr Bernard Shaw + Was just setting out for the war, + When he heard it was a dangerous trade + And demonstrably underpaid. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIR HUMPHREY DAVY + + + Sir Humphrey Davy + Abominated gravy. + He lived in the odium + Of having discovered Sodium. + +[Illustration] + + + + +J. S. MILL + + + John Stuart Mill, + By a mighty effort of will, + Overcame his natural bonhomie + And wrote "Principles of Political Economy." + +[Illustration] + + + + +FRANÇOIS LISZT + + + The Abbé Liszt + Hit the piano with his fist. + That was the way + He used to play. + +[Illustration] + + + + +LORD CLIVE + + + What I like about Clive + Is that he is no longer alive. + There is a great deal to be said + For being dead. + +[Illustration] + + + + +KING EDWARD THE CONFESSOR + + + Edward the Confessor + Slept under the dresser. + When that began to pall, + He slept in the hall. + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE REV. JOHN CLIFFORD + M.A., LL.B., D.D. + + + Dr Clifford + And I have differed. + He disapproves of gin: + I disapprove of sin. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MESSRS CHAPMAN & HALL + + + Chapman & Hall + Swore not at all. + Mr Chapman's yea was yea, + And Mr Hall's nay was nay. + +[Illustration] + + + + +KARL MARX + + + Karl Marx + Was completely wrapped up in his sharks. + The poor creatures seriously missed him + While he was attacking the capitalist system. + +[Illustration] + + + + +OTTO THE GREAT + + + The great Emperor Otto + Could not decide upon a motto. + His mind wavered between + "L'Etat C'est Moi" and "Ich Dien." + +[Illustration] + + + + +MARCONI + + + Guglielmo Marconi + Was brought up on macaroni, + But when he gets it now + There's no end of a row. + +[Illustration] + + + + +DAVID HUME + + + That you have all heard of Hume + I tacitly assume; + But you didn't know, perhaps, + That his parents were Lapps. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MR H. BELLOC + + + Mr Hilaire Belloc + Is a case for legislation ad hoc. + He seems to think nobody minds + His books being all of different kinds. + +[Illustration] + + + + +JOB + + + It is understood that Job + Never read "The Globe;" + But nothing could be higher than + His opinion of Leviathan. + +[Illustration] + + + + +PIZARRO + + + The views of Pizarro + Were perhaps a little narrow. + He killed the Caciques + Because (he said) they were sneaks. + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE DUKE OF FIFE + K.T., P.C., G.C.V.O. + + + It looked bad when the Duke of Fife + Left off using a knife; + But people began to talk + When he left off using a fork. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON + + + The great Duke of Wellington + Reduced himself to a skellington. + He reached seven stone two, + And then----Waterloo! + +[Illustration] + + + + +JOHN BUNYAN + + + I do not extenuate Bunyan's + Intemperate use of onions, + But if I knew a wicked ogress + I would lend her "The Pilgrim's Progress." + +[Illustration] + + + + +GEORGE HIRST + + + When I faced the bowling of Hirst + I ejaculated, "Do your worst!" + He said, "Right you are, Sid." + ----And he did. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ERASMUS AND THE HUMANISTS + + + After dinner, Erasmus + Told Colet not to be "blas'mous" + Which Colet, with some heat, + Requested him to repeat. + +[Illustration] + + + + +BESANT AND RICE + + + Sir (then Mr) Walter Besant + Would never touch pheasant, + But Mr James Rice + Thought it so nice. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TIZIANO VECELLI + + + When the great Titian + Was in a critical condition, + He was carefully nursed + By Francis the First. + +[Illustration] + + + + +PROFESSOR JAMES DEWAR, F.R.S. + + + Professor Dewar + Is a better man than you are. + None of you asses + Can condense gases. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIR WALTER RALEIGH + + + Sir Walter Raleigh + Bickered down the valley. + But he could do better than the rill, + For he could bicker up-hill. + +[Illustration] + + + + +JANE AUSTEN + + + The novels of Jane Austen + Are the ones to get lost in. + + * * * * * + + I wonder if Labby + Has read "Northanger Abbey?" + +[Illustration] + + + + +ODO OF BAYEUX + + + Archbishop Odo + Was just in the middle of "Dodo," + When he remembered that it was Sunday. + "Sic transit gloria mundi." + +[Illustration] + + + + +DAVID RICARDO + + + The intrepid Ricardo + With characteristic bravado, + Alluded openly to Rent + Wherever he went. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIR THOMAS À MALLORY + + Sir Thomas à Mallory + Always went to the gallery. + He said, not without nous, + That it was the best place in the house. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MR ALFRED BEIT + + + Mr Alfred Beit + Screamed suddenly in the night. + When they asked him why + He made no reply. + +[Illustration] + + + + +CIMABUE + + + When they told Cimabue + He didn't know how to cooee, + He replied, "Perhaps I mayn't, + But I do know how to paint." + +[Illustration] + + + + +PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT + + + If only Mr Roosevelt + Knew how officers in the Blues felt, + He wouldn't be so rife + With his Strenuous Life. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ROBERT HARLEY, EARL OF OXFORD + + + People wondered why Harley + Sang "Wae's me for Prince Charlie." + "It is childish," they said, "to mourn + For a person not yet born." + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIR ALEXANDER FULLER ACLAND-HOOD, M.P. + + + Sir Alexander Acland-Hood + Believed in Free Food: + But he was Eleusinian + About this opinion. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MAHOMET + + + I am not Mahomet. + ----Far from it. + That is the mistake + All of you seem to make. + +[Illustration] + + + + +EDVARD GRIEG + + + The musician Grieg + Joined the Primrose League. + It gave him the idea of his chorus, + "The Unburied Ichthyosaurus." + +[Illustration] + + + + +JAN VAN EYCK + + + The younger Van Eyck + Was christened Jan, and not Mike. + The thought of this curious mistake + Often kept him awake. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MR T. WERNER LAURIE + + + Mr Werner Laurie + Is not at all sorry + He undertook the publication + Of this instructive compilation. + +[Illustration] + + + + +INDEX OF PSYCHOLOGY. + +(_In all work of a biographic character it is important to make +copious reference to as many as possible of the generally-recognised +virtues, vices, good points, foibles, peculiarities, tricks, +characteristics, little weaknesses, traits, imperfections, fads, +idiosyncrasies, singularities, morbid symptoms, oddities, faults, and +regrettable propensities set forth in the following table. The form +of an alphabetic index, with references to the examples given in the +preceding pages, has been chosen, so that the beginner who may be +desirous, when trying his hand at work of this sort, of seeing how any +given one of these subjects may best be treated, is enabled at once to +turn to one or more model passages._) + + + Abominable deceit (WREN). + + Agitation, reluctance to explain (BEIT). + + Allah, Prophet of, refusal to admit identity with (MAHOMET). + + Appearances, disregard of, by man of position (MALLORY). + + Artistic temperament, the: + its acute sensitiveness (VAN EYCK); + love of violent action (LISZT); + deliberate eccentricity (FIFE); + naïf self-appreciation (CIMABUE); + irresistibly attracted by the sublime (GRIEG); + high value set upon it by Frenchmen (TIZIANO). + + + Bankruptcy, moral (WREN). + + Blindness to obvious tendency of public opinion (BELLOC). + + + Cobdenism, qualified adherence to, hesitation to avow (ACLAND-HOOD). + + Conduct, disingenuous (WREN). + + Contentions and disagreements, love of (ERASMUS, BESANT AND RICE, + CLIFFORD, RALEIGH). + + + Diet, morbid delicacy in matter of (DAVY, BESANT, MARCONI, + but _cf._ BUNYAN). + + Domestic servants, encouragement of dishonesty among (WREN). + + + Efficiency (DEWAR, CIMABUE, HIRST, LISZT). + + Escutcheon, blot on, action involving (WREN). + + Excisable commodity, unsympathetic attitude towards + (CLIFFORD). + + + Fact, cynical perversion of (WREN). + + Frigidity of style, sometimes attributable to præ-natal influences + (HUME). + + Funereal thoughts, predisposition to (HARLEY). + + + Generalisations, sweeping, dangerous fondness for (PIZARRO). + + Guile (WREN). + + + Habits, repugnant personal, often found in association with fine + spiritual gifts (BUNYAN). + + Horizon, restricted mental (PIZARRO). + + Hour of trial, fortitude in (ACLAND-HOOD). + + Hubbub, interminable, power to raise (MARCONI). + + Hypocrisy, calculated (WREN). + + + Ignoring, pointed, of literary rivals (JOB). + + Information, insufficient, proneness to act upon (SHAW, + ROOSEVELT). + + Insomnia, liability to (VAN EYCK, BEIT). + + Integrity, low standard of (WREN). + + + Jesuitical dealing (WREN). + + Justification, flimsy, of homicide (PIZARRO). + + + Kindness to animals (JOB, MARX). + + Knavery (WREN). + + + Labouchere, Mr, power to awaken interest in (AUSTEN). + + Levity, irresponsible, of Yorkshiremen (HIRST). + + Lie, bouncing, circulation of (WREN). + + Low company, penchant for (MALLORY). + + + MACCHIAVELLI, unholy precepts of, tendency to act upon + (WREN). + + Memory, lapse of (ODO). + + Mind, contented, blessing of a (MALLORY). + + + Nervous prostration, freedom from (LAURIE). + + "_Noblesse Oblige_," disregard of apothegm (WREN). + + + Obesity, effective treatment of (WELLINGTON). + + Openness, want of (WREN). + + Ordinary man, treatment of genius at hands of (DAVY, HARLEY). + + Oriental metaphor, distaste for (CHAPMAN AND HALL). + + Ostentation, contempt for (MALLORY). + + Output, delusions in regard to reception of literary (BELLOC). + + + Percussion, instrument of, habit of treating pianoforte as (LISZT). + + Principle, absence of (WREN). + + ---- self-sacrificing devotion to (CHAPMAN & HALL). + + Prompt and decisive action, unfitness for position requiring + (OTTO). + + Psychology, complex and baffling, of contemporary genius + (MARCONI). + + + Quickening, need of spiritual (WREN). + + + Repartée, witty and pungent, gift of (HIRST, CIMABUE). + + Resemblance, confusing physical, sometimes noted among + higher types of genius (MAHOMET). + + Restoration, lax morality of, readiness to fall in with (WREN). + + + Salvation Army, sympathy with methods of (LISZT). + + Satanism, revolting display of (WREN). + + Self-effacement, public-spirited (CLIVE). + + Sense of proportion, lack of (PIZARRO). + + Simple Life, fondness for the (EDWARD THE CONFESSOR, + MALLORY). + + Statesmanship, qualities of: + anticipation of coming problems (HARLEY); + readiness to sink own prejudices in interest of common weal + (ACLAND-HOOD); + freedom from insomnia (EDWARD THE CONFESSOR). + + + Taboos, faithful observance of (ODO). + + Taciturnity of the strong, silent man (BEIT). + + Tartufe, willingness to regard, as moral examplar (WREN). + + Treasury, Parliamentary Secretary to the, anxiety to remain + (ACLAND-HOOD). + + + Ugly, indifference to appearing (WELLINGTON). + + Umbrage, quickness to take (ERASMUS). + + Untruth, plausible, ability to frame (WREN). + + Utilitarianism, susceptibility to charms of (MILL). + + Utopian conditions, ill-judged efforts to realise (PIZARRO). + + + Valhalla, precipitate eagerness to qualify for (SHAW). + + Vaticanism, display of blighting effects of, upon human mind + (LISZT, PIZARRO). + + Veracity, departure from (WREN). + + + Watchword, insistence upon ill-chosen (ROOSEVELT). + + World, the next, neglect of prospects in (WREN). + + + Years, early, forgetfulness of habits inculcated in (MARCONI). + + Y.M.C.A., unfitness for (WREN). + + + Zealous pursuit of pleasure at expense of soul (WREN). + + Zenith of literary achievement, attainment of (AUSTEN). + + Zulus, gradual adoption of social practices of (FIFE). + + + + + Printed by A. M. Cowan & Co., Ltd. + + St John's Hall, Perth, N.B. + + + + + Transcriber's Notes + + + Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + Page 1 Author of The "Dukedom of Portsea" has been replaced with + Author of "The Dukedom of Portsea" + + In the "List of Contents", "Jane Austin" has been replaced with + "Jane Austen". + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46786.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46786.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..71f34b0974453d71fbe2b16600d1bd2c9bbdf129 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46786.txt @@ -0,0 +1,257 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chuck Greif (This file was +produced from images available at The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + WHY I BELIEVE IN POVERTY + + * * * * * + + The Riverside Uplift Series + + WHY I BELIEVE IN POVERTY. By EDWARD BOK, + + THE AMATEUR SPIRIT, By BLISS PERRY. + + THE GLORY OF THE IMPERFECT, By GEORGE H, PALMER. + + SELF-CULTIVATION IN ENGLISH. By GEORGE H. PALMER. + + TRADES AND PROFESSIONS. By GEORGE H. PALMER. + + THE CULTIVATED MAN. By CHARLES W. ELIOT. + + WHITHER? ANONYMOUS. + + CALM YOURSELF. By GEORGE L. WALTON. + + Each, 50 cents, net. + HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY + BOSTON AND NEW YORK + + * * * * * + + + + + WHY I BELIEVE IN POVERTY + + AS THE RICHEST EXPERIENCE THAT CAN COME TO A BOY + + BY + + EDWARD BOK + + BOSTON AND HEW YORK + + HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY + + MDCCCCXV + + COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY + + COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY EDWARD BOK + + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 1915 + + + + + A FOREWORD + +THE article in this little book was published in _The Ladies' Home +Journal_ for April, 1915. Much to the surprise of the author, the call +for copies was so insistent as to exhaust the edition of the magazine +containing it. As the demand did not appear to be supplied, the article +is now reprinted in this form. It is sent out with the hope of the +author that it may still further fulfill its mission of giving the +stimulant of encouragement wherever it is needed. + +E. B. + +_October Nineteen hundred and fifteen_ + + + + + WHY I BELIEVE IN POVERTY + + AS THE RICHEST EXPERIENCE THAT CAN COME TO A BOY + +I MAKE my living trying to edit the "Ladies' Home Journal." And because +the public has been most generous in its acceptance of that periodical, +a share of that success has logically come to me. Hence a number of my +very good readers cherish an opinion that often I have been tempted to +correct, a temptation to which I now yield. My correspondents express +the conviction variously, but this extract from a letter is a fair +sample:-- + +It is all very easy for you to preach economy to us when you do not know +the necessity for it: to tell us how, as for example in my own case, we +must live within my husband's income of eight hundred dollars a year, +when you have never known what it is to live on less than thousands. Has +it ever occurred to you, born with the proverbial silver spoon in your +mouth, that theoretical writing is pretty cold and futile compared to +the actual hand-to-mouth struggle that so many of us live, day by day +and year in and year out--an experience that you know not of? + + * * * * * + +"An experience that you know not of"! + +Now, how far do the facts square with this statement? + +Whether or not I was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth I +cannot say. It is true that I was born of well-to-do parents. But when I +was six years old my father lost all his means, and faced life at +forty-five, in a strange country, without even necessaries. There are +men and their wives who know what that means: for a man to try to "come +back" at forty-five, and in a strange country! + +I had the handicap of not knowing one word of the English language. I +went to a public school and learned what I could. And sparse morsels +they were! The boys were cruel, as boys are. The teachers were +impatient, as tired teachers are. + +My father could not find his place in the world. My mother, who had +always had servants at her beck and call, faced the problems of +housekeeping that she had never learned nor been taught. And there was +no money. + +So, after school hours, my brother and I went home, but not to play. +After-school hours meant for us to help a mother who daily grew more +frail under the burdens that she could not carry. Not for days, but for +years, we two boys got up in the gray cold winter dawn when the bed +feels so snug and warm to growing boys, and we sifted the cold ashes of +the day-before fire for a stray lump or two of unburned coal, and with +what we had or could find we made the fire and warmed up the room. Then +we set the table for the scant breakfast, went to school, and directly +after school we washed the dishes, swept and scrubbed the floors. Living +in a three-family tenement, each third week meant that we scrubbed the +entire three flights of stairs from the third story to the first, as +well as the doorsteps and the side-walk outside. The latter work was the +hardest: for we did it on Saturdays with the boys of the neighborhood +looking on none too kindly, or we did it to the echo of the crack of the +ball and bat on the adjoining lot! + +In the evening, when other could sit by the lamp or study their lessons, +we two boys went out with a basket and picked up wood and coal in the +neighboring lots, or went after the dozen or so pieces of coal left from +the ton of coal put in that afternoon by one of our neighbors, with the +spot hungrily fixed in mind by one of us during the day, hoping that the +man who carried in the coal might not be too careful in picking up the +stray lumps! + +"An experience that you know not of"! Don't I? + +At ten years of age I got my first job: washing the windows of a baker's +shop at fifty cents a week. In a week or two I was allowed to sell bread +and cakes behind the counter after school hours for a dollar a +week--handing out freshly baked cakes and warm, delicious smelling +bread, when scarcely a crumb had passed my mouth that day! + +Then on Saturday mornings I served a route for a weekly paper, and sold +my remaining stock on the street. It meant from sixty to seventy cents +for that day's work. + +I lived in Brooklyn, New York, and the chief means of transportation to +Coney Island at that time was the horse car. Near where we lived the +cars would stop to water the horses, the men would jump out and get a +drink of water, but the women had no means of quenching their thirst. +Seeing this lack I got a pail, filled it with water and a bit of ice, +and, with a glass, jumped on each car on Saturday afternoon and all day +Sunday, and sold my wares at a cent a glass. And when competition came, +as it did very quickly when other boys saw that a Sunday's work meant +two or three dollars, I squeezed a lemon or two in my pail, my liquid +became "lemonade" and my price two cents a glass, and Sundays meant five +dollars to me. + +Then, in turn, I became a reporter during the evenings, an office boy +day-times, and learned stenography at midnight! + +My correspondent says she supports her family of husband and child on +eight hundred dollars a year, and says I have never known what that +means. I supported a family of three on six dollars and twenty-five +cents a week--less than one half of her yearly income. When my brother +and I, combined, brought in eight hundred dollars a year we felt rich! + +I have for the first time gone into these details in print so that my +readers may know, at first hand, that the + +Editor of the "Ladies' Home Journal" is not a theorist when he writes or +prints articles that seek to preach economy or that reflect a +hand-to-hand struggle on a small or an invisible income. There is not a +single step, not an inch, on the road of direst poverty that I do not +know or have not experienced. And, having experienced every thought, +every feeling, and every hardship that come to those who travel that +road, I say to-day that I rejoice with every boy who is going through +the same experiences. + +Nor am I discounting or forgetting one single pang of the keen hardships +that such a struggle means. I would not to-day exchange my years of the +keenest hardship that a boy can know or pass through for any single +experience that could have come to me. I know what it means, not to earn +a dollar, but to earn two cents. I know the value of money as I could +have learned it or known it in no other way. I could have been trained +for my life-work in no surer way. I could not have arrived at a truer +understanding of what it means to face a day without a penny in hand, +not a loaf of bread in the cupboard, not a piece of kindling wood for +the fire--with nothing to eat, and then be a boy with the hunger of nine +and ten, with a mother frail and discouraged! + +"An experience that you know not of"! Don't I? + +And yet I rejoice in the experience, and I repeat: I envy every boy who +is in that condition and going through it. But--and here is the pivot of +my strong belief in poverty as an undisguised blessing to a boy--I +believe in poverty as a condition to experience, to go through, and then +to get out of: not as a condition to stay in. "That's all very well," +some will say; "easy enough to say, but how can you get out of it?" No +one can definitely tell another that. No one told me. No two persons can +find the same way out. Each must find his way for himself. That depends +on the boy. I was determined to get out of poverty because my mother was +not born in it, could not stand it, and did not belong in it. This gave +me the first essential: a purpose. Then I backed up the purpose with +effort and a willingness to work, and to work at anything that came my +way, no matter what it was, so long as it meant "the way out." I did not +pick and choose: I took what came, and did it in the best way I knew +how; and when I didn't like what I was doing I still did it well while I +was doing it, but I saw to it that I didn't do it any longer than I had +to do it. I used every rung in the ladder as a rung to the one above. It +meant effort, of course, untiring, ceaseless, and unsparing, and it +meant work, hard as nails. But out of the effort and the work came the +experience; the upbuilding; the development; the capacity to understand +and sympathize; the greatest heritage that can come to a boy. And +nothing in the world can give that to a boy, so that it will burn into +him, as will poverty. + +That is why I believe so strongly in poverty, the greatest blessing in +the way of the deepest and fullest experience that can come to a boy. +But, as I repeat: always as a condition to work out of, not to stay in. + + The Riverside Press + + CAMBRIDGE· MASSACHUSETTS + + U.S.A. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46934.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46934.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fa7b6941e74872f6887b3f1ffdd25333e1f865f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46934.txt @@ -0,0 +1,756 @@ + + + Flower + Children + + + The Little Cousins of + the Field and Garden + + By + + Elizabeth Gordon + + + drawings by + M.T. ROSS + + + Published by + P.F.Yolland E Company + Chicago + + + Copyright 1910 + P.F. Volland & Company + All Rights Reserved + + + _To every Child-flower that Blooms + Within the Glorious Garden + That we Call Home + This Little Book + is + Lovingly Dedicated._ + + + + +FOREWORD + + + A flower, a child, and a mother’s heart— + These three are never so far apart. + A child, a flower, and a mother’s love— + This world’s best gifts from the world above. + +ALL children are flowers in the garden of God’s love. A flower is +the mystical counterpart of a child. To the understanding heart a +child is a flower and a flower is a child. God made flowers on the day +that He made the world beautiful. Then He gave the world children to +play amid the flowers. God has implanted in the breasts of children a +natural love for flowers—and no one who keeps that love in his heart +has entirely forsaken the land of childhood. + +In preparing this book the author and the artist have attempted to +show the kinship of children and flowers—and it is their hope that +the little ones into whose hands this volume comes will find herein the +proof that their knowledge of what flowers really are is true and that +their love for the friendly blossoms is returned many-fold. + +To you, then, little child-flowers, this book is lovingly offered as an +expression of thankfulness to children for the joy and sweetness with +which they have filled my life. + + —ELIZABETH GORDON + + + + +Flower Children + + +[Illustration:] + + SAID CROCUS: “My! this wind is cold! + Most wish I had not been so bold; + Here the fields are still all brown; + Glad I wore my eider-down.” + + +[Illustration:] + + TRAILING ARBUTUS, you know, + Loves to grow beneath the snow. + Other folks would find it chilly, + She says that’s absurdly silly. + + +[Illustration:] + + EAGER little Daffodil + Came too soon and got a chill; + Jack Frost pinched her ear and said, + “Silly child, go back to bed.” + + +[Illustration:] + + HYACINTH, the pretty thing, + Comes to us in early spring; + Says she always loves to hear + Easter bells a-ringing clear. + + +[Illustration:] + + LADY TULIP, stately dame, + From across the ocean came; + Liked this country very much, + Although she only spoke in Dutch. + + +[Illustration:] + + LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY said + She guessed she was a sleepy-head; + But she got up and dressed for town + In her new green tailored gown. + + +[Illustration:] + + PUSSY WILLOW said, “Meow! + Wish some one would tell me how + Other kittens get around + And roll and frolic on the ground.” + + +[Illustration:] + + PRIMROSE is the dearest thing— + She loves to play out doors in spring; + But if a little child is ill, + She’s happy on the window sill. + + +[Illustration:] + + GRANDFATHER Dandelion had such + pretty hair, + + Along came a gust of wind and left his + head quite bare; + + Young Dandelion generously offered hint + some gold, + + To buy a cap to keep his dear old head + from being cold. + + +[Illustration:] + + WIND-FLOWER on an April day, + Came along and said she’d stay; + Wore her furs snug as you please, + Said she liked the nice, cool breeze. + + +[Illustration:] + + ANEMONES and Bluets grew, + All the woodland pathway through; + Came along one day together, + Didn’t mind the April weather. + + +[Illustration:] + + LILAC wears a purple plume, + Scented with a sweet perfume; + Very high-born lady she, + Quite proud of her family tree. + + +[Illustration:] + + TRILLIUM said “Why, deary me, + I’m just as freckled as can be,” + Her cousin Tiger-Lily said, + “Well, look at me, I’m almost red.” + + +[Illustration:] + + PANSIES like the shaded places; + With their little friendly faces, + Always seem to smile and say: + “How are all the folks to-day?” + + +[Illustration:] + + JOHNNIE-JUMP-UP made a bet, + That he could pass for Violet. + What spoiled the little rascal’s game? + The scent he used was not the same. + + +[Illustration:] + + LADY’S-SLIPPER in the wood, + Said she really wished she could + Have a pretty dress and go + With sister to the flower show. + + +[Illustration:] + + MODEST little Violet + Was her loving Mother’s pet; + Did n’t care to go and play, + Rather stay at home all day. + + +[Illustration:] + + COWSLIP dearly loves to romp + Around the bottom of the swamp; + She comes along in early spring, + Before the grass, or anything. + + +[Illustration:] + + FRAGRANT little Mignonette, + In a shower got quite wet; + Laughed and said she did n’t care— + It looked like jewels in her hair. + + +[Illustration:] + + APPLE BLOSSOM is a fairy, + Swinging in a tree so airy; + By and by the little sprite + Sprinkles the ground with pink and white. + + +[Illustration:] + + LITTLE golden-hearted Daisy + Told the sun that she felt lazy; + Said the earth was quite too wet, + She thought she would n’t open yet. + + +[Illustration:] + + LAUGHING, lucky Four-Leafed Clover + Is a most atrocious rover; + Does n’t stay long in one place, + Goes and never leaves a trace. + + +[Illustration:] + + THIRSTY little Buttercup + Caught the dew and drank it up, + Said cool water was so good, + She did n’t seem to care for food + + +[Illustration:] + + SWEET little maid Forget-Me-Not, + She ’s such a darling little tot; + A blue-eyed child with modest ways, + She ’s never spoiled a bit by praise. + + +[Illustration:] + + COMMON little Garden Pink, + Went away to school—just think! + When she came home for vacation, + Made them call her Rose Carnation. + + +[Illustration:] + + BOUNCING BETTY stood all day + In the hedge row by the way; + By-and-by she crept outside, + And got so scared she nearly cried + + +[Illustration:] + + MORNING-GLORY thought she’d look + Through the window at the cook; + Did n’t know ’t was impolite + To give a body such a fright. + + +[Illustration:] + + HONEYSUCKLE, pretty vine, + Loved about the porch to twine. + Thought’t was just too sweet for words + To visit with the humming-birds. + + +[Illustration:] + + WILD ROSE runs round everywhere, + Likes to breathe the nice fresh air; + Even her high-bred connection + Cannot match her pink complexion. + + +[Illustration:] + + COLUMBINE’s a happy sprite, + Dances with fairies every night; + She feeds them honey when they go, + That’s why the fairies love her so. + + +[Illustration:] + + CUNNING LITTLE Blue-eyed Grass, + Smiles up at you as you pass; + Looks as if a bit of sky, + Had fallen down from ’way up high. + + +[Illustration:] + + NASTURTIUM grew so big and tall, + He climbed up on the garden wall; + His little sister could n’t go— + Dear child, she never seemed to grow. + + +[Illustration:] + + PANSY SAID she wished she knew + What made Lark-spur look so blue; + Larkspur smiled and said ’t was only + ’Cause she felt a little lonely. + + +[Illustration:] + + OH, HAVE you seen the sweet Briar-Rose? + She wears the very dearest clothes, + A hat the sweetest ever seen, + And dainty frock all shades of green. + + +[Illustration:] + + BLUEBELL softly, gently sways + Through the long hot summer days; + Lives where nothing else can grow, + That ’s why we all love her so. + + +[Illustration:] + + GERANIUM wears a scarlet gown, + With trimmings shading into brown; + Her cousin is a dainty sprite, + She dresses modestly in white. + + +[Illustration:] + + SWEET ALYSSUM plays around + On any little piece of ground; + Takes up hardly any room, + And sheds a very sweet perfume. + + +[Illustration:] + + SIMPLE LOOKING Blue-eyed Flax + Helped the farmer pay his tax; + Was busy all the season through; + Said it was n’t hard to do. + + +[Illustration:] + + BLEEDING HEART, against the wall, + Told her woes to one and all. + Live-Forever said, “Forget it; + Life treats you the way you let it.” + + +[Illustration:] + + SWEET PEA said she thought they might + Give her a dress that was n’t white; + So Mother Nature chose for her + All the colors that there were. + + +[Illustration:] + + SNAP-DRAGON is so very bold, + He plays his tricks on young and old; + Hides behind the old stone wall, + And shoots his pop-gun at us all. + + +[Illustration:] + + RAGGED ROBIN on a lark + Stole inside of Central Park; + There they treated her so well, + She soon looked like a city Belle + + +[Illustration:] + + YARROW PINK and Yarrow White, + Stole in on the lawn one night; + Gardener said they had no sense, + But they did n’t take offense. + + +[Illustration:] + + IRIS in a country garden, + Politely said, “I beg your pardon, + But I’m from sunny France you see + And my real name is Fleur-de-Lis.” + + +[Illustration:] + + PEONY’S a charming lady, + She does n’t like a spot too shady; + Likes to live out in the light, + Dressed in red or pink or white. + + +[Illustration:] + + ONCE THEY LOST sweet Babe Verbena, + Mother said, “Oh, have you seen her?” + But pretty soon the dear was found + Creeping on the nice soft ground. + + +[Illustration:] + + DAINTY LITTLE Maidenhair + Lost her way and did n’t care; + Played all day, the naughty child, + With common ferns, who run quite wild. + + +[Illustration:] + + YOUNG Sweet William, sad to tell, + Rang the Canterbury’s Bell, + “Just for that,” his father said, + “William, come out in the shed!” + + +[Illustration:] + + NAUGHTY little Four-O’Clock + Gave her mother quite a shock; + Stayed awake till nearly six, + Oh, she’s always up to tricks. + + +[Illustration:] + + IF YOU’RE very, very good + When you ’re walking in the wood, + Twin-Flower babies you may see, + Sheltered by some old pine tree. + + +[Illustration:] + + ALL THE SUMMER, Milkweed played, + Like a dear, good little maid; + But on a bright October day, + She found some wings and flew away. + + +[Illustration:] + + CANDYTUFT and Marigold + Live outdoors until it’s cold; + Sturdy maids with glowing faces + Blooming in the bleakest places. + + +[Illustration:] + + JACK ROSE said, ambitiously, + He would grow to be a tree; + But his Dad said, “Better far + Be contented as you are.” + + +[Illustration:] + + WATER-LILY is very fond + Of floating in a sunny pond. + Tantalizing little creature, + Likes to grow where one can’t reach her. + + +[Illustration:] + + YOUNG COCKS-COMB was so very vain, + Hated to stay out in the rain; + Said he would n’t so much care, + If he had other clothes to wear. + + +[Illustration:] + + ON THE BORDER of the wood + All alone the Ghost-Flower stood, + Like a moonbeam dressed in white,— + Such a very pretty sight. + + +[Illustration:] + + GOLDEN-ROD, the lucky chappy, + Grew up strong and tall and happy. + Slept out doors, if you ’ll remember, + All those cold nights in September. + + +[Illustration:] + + MADAME DAHLIA, like her name, + Is a very stately dame; + Her family is so polite, + It is a joy to meet them, quite. + + +[Illustration:] + + MISS California Poppy said + She liked the sunshine on her head, + Though her friends might think her foolish, + Thought this country rather coolish. + + +[Illustration:] + + CORN FLOWER, Bachelor Button’s sister— + Gay young dog, he never missed her— + Went to live with Mrs. Corn, + So she would not be forlorn. + + +[Illustration:] + + CAT-TAIL, growing in the marsh, + Thought his Mother very harsh, + Because she wouldn’t let him play + With Blue Flag-lilies all the day. + + +[Illustration:] + + PRINCE’S FEATHER, straight and tall, + Grew against the garden wall; + Did n’t care to play, said he + Came of a royal family. + + +[Illustration:] + + CRIMSON RAMBLER one day said, + He did n’t like the old homestead; + Thought he ’d travel, so he went + Over the wall on mischief bent. + + +[Illustration:] + + GRANDDAD SAGE, the dear old man, + Says it is a splendid plan + For all young children to obey; + Says they did so in his day. + + +[Illustration:] + + NOW LET the banners be unfurled, + To greet the fairest of the world; + Come Roses all, and pay your duty: + Madame the Queen, American Beauty! + + +[Illustration:] + + GOLDEN-GLOW said “Well, I know + I 'm just going to start and grow.” + Liked it ’way up in the air— + Sent back word he ’d stay up there. + + +[Illustration:] + + BACHELOR BUTTON, O, most shocking! + Found a hole in his silk stocking; + But he mended it so neatly, + Covered up the place completely. + + +[Illustration:] + + JOLLY SUNFLOWER, big and yellow, + Said: “I’m sure a lucky fellow. + To be small must seem so queer— + I get a splendid view from here.” + + +[Illustration:] + + STATELY Lady Hollyhock, + In a lovely colored frock, + Taught her children every day + Precisely what to do and say. + + +[Illustration:] + + ZINNIA stands so very straight + Just inside the garden gate; + Sometimes single, sometimes double, + Never gives a bit of trouble. + + +[Illustration:] + + BITTER-SWEET concluded she + Would live with some good, friendly tree; + Went to visit Madame Oak, + Stayed all winter, for a joke. + + +[Illustration:] + + SAUCY LITTLE Black-eyed Susan, + When her mother caught her snoozin’, + Rubbed her sleepy eyes and said + She guessed she ’d toddle off to bed. + + +[Illustration:] + + NIGHTSHADE has a purple berry, + But he is very naughty, _very;_ + Little children never should + Play with one who isn’t good. + + +[Illustration:] + + GENTIAN growing by the brook, + Bending low to get a look + At her pretty face so sweet, + Stepped too near and wet her feet. + + +[Illustration:] + + SCARLET POPPY in the wheat, + Said she ’d like some grains to eat, + But when Head Wheat gave her some + She made believe 't was chewing-gum. + + +[Illustration:] + + MULLEIN grew up rough-and-tumble. + He was Irish, very humble; + Still he was a jolly fellow, + With his funny head all yellow. + + +[Illustration:] + + SIR THISTLE is a Scotchman bluff, + His manners are a trifle rough; + You find him everywhere you go; + He travels on the wind, you know. + + +[Illustration:] + + WILD CUCUMBER said he guessed, + He’ d take a little trip out West, + Thought he’ d stay a year or two, + And maybe he ’d see something new. + + +[Illustration:] + + BURDOCK and his family, + With the gardener don’t agree; + But Burdock says if he ’s your friend, + He ’ll stick to you until the end. + + +[Illustration:] + + CHINA ASTER thought he ’d do + The proper thing, and wear a queue; + But all his brothers laughed and said + He ’d better cut his hair instead. + + +[Illustration:] + + CHRYSANTHEMUM is Japanese, + She ’s a fine lady, if you please; + She comes to see us once a year, + About the time Thanksgiving ’s here. + + +[Illustration:] + + POISON IVY did n't know + Why every one disliked her so; + Made her feel so very sad + When people said she was so bad + + +[Illustration:] + + IN A SWEET velvet dress of red, + On Christmas Eve, Poinsettia said: + “I ’ll hang my stocking up because + This is the night for Santa Claus.” + + +[Illustration:] + + EVER SEE a plant so jolly, + And good fellow-ish as Holly? + Makes no difference what’s the weather, + He and Christmas come together. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46964.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46964.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9c95b4fff652f2acf9045f262f45a45b2c8a86e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg46964.txt @@ -0,0 +1,280 @@ + + + OF GARDENS. + AN ESSAY, BY FRANCIS + BACON. + + + LONDON + HACON AND RICKETTS + CRAVEN ST., STRAND. + + MCMII. + + +[Illustration: A Garden with two ladies] + + +[Illustration: Row of flowers and border ornaments with flowers] + + + + + OF GARDENS. + AN ESSAY BY FRANCIS + LORD BACON. + + +God almighty first planted a garden: and indeed it is the purest of +human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment of the spirits of man; +without which, buildings or palaces are but gross handy-works: and a +man shall ever see, that when ages grow to civility or elegancy, men +come to build stately, sooner than to garden finely, as if gardening +were the greater perfection. I do hold it, in the royal ordering of +gardens, there ought to be gardens for all the months in the year: in +which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season. For December +and January, or the latter part of November, you must take such things +as are green all winter; holly, ivy, bays, juniper, cypress-trees, +yew, pine-apple trees, fir trees, rosemary, lavender, periwinkle (the +white, the purple, and the blue), germander, flags, orange trees, +lemon trees, and myrtles, if they be stoved, and sweet marjoram, warm +set. There followeth, for the latter part of January and February, the +mezereon tree, which then blossoms; crocus vernus, both the yellow and +the gray; primroses, anemonies, the early tulip, hyacinthus orientalis, +chamaïris, fritellaria. For March there come violets, especially the +single blue, which are the earliest; the yellow daffodil, the daisy, +the almond tree in blossom, the peach tree in blossom, the cornelian +tree in blossom, sweet briar. In April follow the double white violet, +the wallflower the stock-gilliflower, the cowslip, flower-de-luces, +and lilies of all natures, rosemary-flowers, the tulip, the double +piony, the pale daffodil, the French honeysuckle, the cherry tree in +blossom, the damascene and plum trees in blossom, the white-thorn +in leaf, the lilach-tree. In May and June come pinks of all sorts, +especially the blush pink; roses of all kinds, except the musk, which +comes later; honeysuckles, strawberries, bugloss, columbine, the French +marygold, flos Africanus, cherry-tree in fruit, ribes, figs in fruit, +rasps, vine-flowers, lavender in flowers, the sweet satyrian, with +the white flower; herba muscaria, lilium convalium, the apple tree +in blossom. In July come gilliflowers of all varieties, musk roses, +the lime tree in blossom, early pears and plums in fruit, gennitings, +codlins. In August come plums of all sorts in fruit, pears, apricots, +berberries, filberds, musk melons, monks-hoods, of all colours. In +September comes grapes, apples, poppies of all colours, peaches, +melo-cotones, nectarines, cornelians, wardens, quinces. In October, and +the beginning of November, come services, medlars, bullaces, roses cut +or removed to come late, holly oaks, and such-like. These particulars +are for the climate of London: but my meaning is perceived, that you +may have ‘ver perpetuum,’ as the place affords. + +[Illustration: Row of flowers] + + +And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air, where it +comes and goes, like the warbling of music, than in the hand, therefore +nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers +and plants that do best perfume the air. Roses, damask and red, are +fast flowers of their smells; so that you may walk by a whole row of +them, and find nothing of their sweetness: yea, though it be in a +morning’s dew. Bays likewise yield no smell as they grow; rosemary +little; nor sweet marjoram. That which above all others yields the +sweetest smell in the air, is the violet; especially the white double +violet, which comes twice a year, about the middle of April, and about +Bartholomew-tide. Next to that is the muskrose; then the strawberry +leaves dying, with a most excellent cordial smell; then the flower of +the vines—it is a little dust, like the dust of a bent, which grows +upon the cluster, in the first coming forth; then sweet-brier; then +wallflowers, which are very delightful, to be set under a parlour, +or lower chamber window; then pinks and gilliflowers, especially the +matted pink and clove-gilli-flower; then the flowers of the lime tree; +then the honeysuckles, so they be somewhat afar off. Of bean flowers +I speak not, because they are field flowers; but those which perfume +the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but being trodden +upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild thyme, and water +mints. Therefore you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the +pleasure when you walk or tread. + +[Illustration: Row of leaves] + + +For gardens, speaking of those which are indeed princelike, as we have +done of buildings, the contents ought not well to be under thirty +acres of ground, and to be divided into three parts: a green in the +entrance; a heath or desert in the going forth; and the main garden in +the midst; besides alleys on both sides. And I like well, that four +acres of ground be assigned to the green, six to the heath, four and +four to either side, and twelve to the main garden. The green hath +two pleasures: the one, because nothing is more pleasant to the eye +than green grass kept finely shorn; the other, because it will give +you a fair alley in the midst; by which you may go in front upon a +stately hedge, which is to inclose the garden. But because the alley +will be long, and in great heat of the year or day, you ought not to +buy the shade in the garden by going in the sun through the green; +therefore, you are, of either side the green, to plant a covert alley, +upon carpenter’s work, about twelve foot in height, by which you may +go in shade into the garden. As for the making of knots or figures, +with divers coloured earths, that they may lie under the windows of +the house, on that side which the garden stands, they be but toys; you +may see as good sights, many times, in tarts. The garden is best to be +square, encompassed on all the four sides with a stately arched hedge: +the arches to be upon pillars of carpenter’s work, of some ten foot +high, and six foot broad; and the spaces between of the same dimension +with the breadth of the arch. Over the arches let there be an entire +hedge, of some four foot high, framed also upon carpenter’s work; and +upon the upper hedge, over every arch, a little turret, with a belly +enough to receive a cage of birds; and over every space between the +arches, some other little figure, with broad plates of round coloured +glass, gilt, for the sun to play upon. But this hedge I intend to be +raised upon a bank, not steep, but gently slope, of some six foot, set +all with flowers. Also I understand, that this square of the garden +should not be the whole breadth of the ground, but to leave on either +side ground enough for diversity of side alleys; into which the two +covert alleys of the green may deliver you; but there must be no +alleys with hedges at either end of this great enclosure; not at the +hither end, for letting your prospect upon the fair hedge from the +green; nor at the further end, for letting your prospect from the +hedge, through the arches, upon the heath. + +[Illustration: Row of flowers] + + +For the ordering of the ground within the great hedge, I leave it to +variety of device; advising nevertheless, that whatsoever form you cast +it into, first it be not too busy, or full of work; wherein I, for my +part, do not like images cut out in juniper or other garden stuff; +they be for children. Little low hedges round, like welts, with some +pretty pyramids, I like well; and in some places, fair columns upon +frames of carpenter’s work. I would also have the alleys spacious and +fair. You may have closer alleys upon the side grounds, but none in +the main garden. I wish also, in the very middle, a fair mount, with +three ascents and alleys, enough for four to walk a-breast; which I +would have to be perfect circles, without any bulwarks or embossments; +and the whole amount to be thirty foot high; and some fine banqueting +house, with some chimneys neatly cast, and without too much glass. + +[Illustration: Row of leaves] + + +For fountains, they are a great beauty and refreshment; but pools mar +all, and make the garden unwholesome, and full of flies and frogs. +Fountains I intend to be of two natures: the one that sprinkleth or +spouteth water; the other a fair receipt of water, of some thirty or +forty foot square, but without fish, or slime, or mud. For the first, +the ornaments of images gilt, or of marble, which are in use, do well: +but the main matter is so to convey the water, as it never stay either +in the bowls, or in the cistern; that the water be never by rest +discoloured, green or red, or the like; or gather any mossiness or +putrefaction. Besides that, it is to be cleansed every day by the hand. +Also some steps up to it, and some fine pavement about it doth well. +As for the other kind of fountain, which we may call a bathing pool, +it may admit much curiosity and beauty, wherewith we will not trouble +ourselves; as, that the bottom be finely paved, and with images; the +sides likewise: and withal embellished with coloured glass, and such +things of lustre; encompassed also with fine rails of low statues. But +the main point is the same which we mentioned in the former kind of +fountain; which is, that the water be in perpetual motion, fed by a +water higher than the pool, and delivered into it by fair spouts, and +then discharged away under ground by some equality of bores, that it +stay little. And for fine devices of arching water without spilling, +and making it rise in several forms, of feathers, drinking glasses, +canopies, and the like, they be pretty things to look on, but nothing +to health and sweetness. + +[Illustration: Row of flowers] + + +For the heath, which was the third part of our plot, I wish it to be +framed as much as may be to a natural wildness. Trees I would have none +in it, but some thickets made only of sweet-brier and honeysuckle, and +some wild vine amongst; and the ground set with violets, strawberries, +and primroses. For these are sweet, and prosper in the shade. And +these to be in the heath here & there, not in any order. I like +also little heaps, in the nature of mole-hills, such as are in wild +heaths, to be set, some with wild thyme, some with pinks, some with +germander, that gives a good flower to the eye, some with periwinkle, +some with violets, some with strawberries, some with cowslips, some +with daisies, some with red roses, some with lilium convallium, some +with sweet-williams red, some with bears-foot, and the like low +flowers, being withal sweet and sightly. Part of which heaps to be +with standards of little bushes, pricked upon their top, and part +without. The standards to be roses, juniper, holly, berberries, but +here and there, because of the smell of their blossom, red currants, +gooseberries, rosemary, bays, sweet-brier, and such-like. But these +standards to be kept with cutting, that they may not grow out of course. + +[Illustration: Row of flowers] + + +For the side grounds, you are to fill them with variety of alleys, +private, to give a full shade, some of them, wheresoever the sun be. +You are to frame some of them likewise for shelter, that when the wind +blows sharp, you may walk as in a gallery. And those alleys must be +likewise hedged at both ends, to keep out the wind; and these closer +alleys must be ever finely gravelled, and no grass, because of going +wet. In many of these alleys likewise, you are to set fruit trees of +all sorts; as well upon the walls as in ranges. And this would be +generally observed, that the borders wherein you plant your fruit trees +be fair and large, and low, and not steep; and set with fine flowers, +but thin and sparingly, lest they deceive the trees. At the end of both +the side grounds, I would have a mount of some pretty height, leaving +the wall of the inclosure breast high, to look abroad into the fields. + +[Illustration: Row of leaves] + + +For the main garden, I do not deny but there should be some fair +alleys, ranged on both sides, with fruit trees, and some pretty tufts +of fruit trees, and arbours with seats, set in some decent order; but +these to be by no means set too thick, but to leave the main garden +so as it be not close, but the air open and free. For as for shade, +I would have you rest upon the alleys of the side grounds, there to +walk, if you be disposed, in the heat of the year or day; but to +make account, that the main garden is for the more temperate parts +of the year; and in the heat of summer, for the morning and the evening, +or overcast days. + +[Illustration: Flock of birds] + + +For aviaries, I like them not, except they be of that largeness, as +they may be turfed, and have living plants and bushes set in them; +that the birds may have more scope, and natural nestling, and that no +foulness appear in the floor of the aviary. + +[Illustration: Row of leaves] + + +So I have made a platform of a princely garden, partly by precept, +partly by drawing; not a model, but some general lines of it; and in +this I have spared for no cost. 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The earth is bare on most of the English +graves; the French ones are older, but all are cared for alike by the +Englishman now in charge of the place. "We leave you our trenches and +our dead," a French officer said to an English one when our army took +over this part of the line, and both parts of the trust are discharged +with a will. + +What this means for the French, one feels when one sees the visits +of French soldiers' friends to their graves. The other day a French +woman in deep mourning came here with a handful of white flowers to +place upon one of these. Probably it was her son's, for she was not +young. While she was arranging them at its head, there came into the +cemetery one of the usual little bareheaded processions--a N.C.O. +showing the way; then an English chaplain with his open book; then, +on a stretcher, the body sewn up in a brown army blanket, a big Union +Jack lying over it; then half a dozen privates looking as Englishmen do +at these moments--a little awkward, but simply and sincerely sorry. As +they passed the French woman she rose and then, evidently moved by some +impulse which shyness made it difficult to follow, fell in at the rear +of the procession, with some of the flowers still in her hand. When I +next saw them, the men were standing round the new grave, the chaplain +was reading aloud, "dust to dust" and "ashes to ashes," and the woman, +a few yards away, was kneeling on the ground. The service over, and +the rest turning away, she came close to the grave, dropped the white +flowers in, and went back to the other grave empty handed. + +One knew, though the woman could not, how all this would be told +to the dead Englishman's comrades; and one felt the truth of Sir +Douglas Haig's saying, that a kind of work which "does not directly +contribute to the successful termination of the war" may still "have +an extraordinary moral value to the troops in the field, as well as to +the relatives and friends of the dead at home." But for the work of +the Army's Graves Registration Units, this little scene and many other +scenes equally binding, in their degree, to the friendship of England +and France could scarcely have taken place. After the French Army had +left this district, the French soldier's grave might not have been +taken care of, perhaps could not have been even known to be his; the +Englishman might have been buried under cover of night in some vacant +space near the firing-trench, and all trace of the grave blown away +next day by a shell. To know the full worth of what these units are +doing now, one needs to see first what the state of things was in the +first months of the war. + +In those days a man was commonly buried close to the place where he +fell. Wherever hard fighting had been, in France or Belgium, the eye of +the traveller along the roads is struck by many low crosses sticking +out of the ground--in the fields, in cottage gardens, in corners of +farmyards and orchards, even on roadside strips of grass. Where the +ground has changed hands a good deal in the course of the war, you may +see, within a few hundred yards of each other, the gabled and eaved +cross of the Germans, with "Hier ruht in Gott" and a name painted +white on a dark ground, the beaded wire wreath of the French, with +its "Requiescat" or "Mort pour la France," and the plain-lined cross +of the English, white or light brown or just the unpainted wood, "In +loving memory" of one or more officers or men. Even now a good many +of these isolated memorials are raised. The very position of some of +them is eloquent. Near Fricourt, on what used to be No Man's Land till +we won it this summer, a number of crosses, all of the English sort +and inscribed in English, stand to the honoured memory of "an unknown +French soldier," "two unknown French soldiers," "six unknown French +soldiers, here buried." Here, when our troops took the German front +line on the 1st July, it was one of their first cares to bury the +French comrades who fell while holding this part of the front during +the winter, whose bodies could not be retrieved at the time of their +death, from under the fire of German machine-guns, and, when recovered +at last, were beyond all chance of identification. Near La Boisselle, +again, is a cross inexpertly made of two pieces of lath, and lettered +in pencil: "In loving memory of 2nd Lieut. X., ---- Regiment, killed +here, July 1st, 1916." It stands scarcely ten feet in front of the line +from which our army advanced on that morning. You feel, when you see +it, the thrill of the first moment of the long battle of the Somme--the +subaltern giving the word to his men, and himself springing first out +of the trench, and falling almost at once, and the men pressing on. + +That is a special case of a grave on a site more monumental than +Westminster Abbey itself. A few such graves, and some part of the +trenches near them, will probably be preserved for ever by village +communes or private owners of land, as memorials and relics of the +great war. But not every man can be buried just where he falls. As a +rule, the spot remains under fire for some time after his death. Even +if it could be done, and the history of the war be left written in +this way on the face of the country,--a long dotted line of graves +representing a trench, a cluster of graves a skirmish, a dense +constellation a battle--the record would not be durable. France could +not fence off a strip of country 300 miles long and many miles wide, +and keep it up as a historical museum. And nothing else could preserve +all the graves, or most of them. Some would be treasured and tended, +as they are now, by farmers and cottagers. Others would soon be lost +sight of. In a few months the earth of a newly made grave sinks in, the +cross falls awry, and may split, the writing on it is weathered away. +Unless something is done, and done promptly, every trace of an outlying +grave may be gone in a year. That is what might have happened to +thousands of British and French soldiers' graves if an Englishman, full +of goodwill and energy, had not noticed the danger in time, and stepped +in, with a few like-minded friends, to avert it. + +How the work was begun, and how it has grown, may next be described. + + + + +II. + + +In the autumn of 1914, the necessity for a continued organization to +undertake the supervision of graves was recognised, both from the +point of view of national feeling, and to discourage the disconnected +and spasmodic efforts of private individuals, which were threatening +to create friction and confusion. The services of Mr. Fabian Waro, +who, while employed under the British Red Cross with French troops, +had already interested himself in the subject, were obtained by the +Army, and, later, this gentleman was granted a commission in order +to supervise the department of which he is now Director. It was not +until March, 1915, that the organization of the Commission of Graves +Registration and Enquiries finally assumed its present shape. + +Under the Directorate are the Graves Registration Units in the +different spheres of military activity. In France and Belgium there +are four of these units, each with their two or three sections. Three +of the four units divide the British front between them, from north of +Ypres to the Somme battlefield. The fourth unit deals with everything +outside and behind the beats of these three. When an officer or man is +killed at the front, or dies of wounds, his burial is at once reported +to the Director as well as to the base. If killed in action, he may +still be buried, in the old way, somewhere near the trench. If so, the +chaplain or officer who buries him reports the position of the grave, +and one of the officers of the Graves Registration Units visits it, +verifies the record, affixes, if necessary, a durable cross, with the +date, the man's name, rank, regiment and regimental number upon it, +clearly stamped on aluminium tape, and enters these particulars and +the exact site of the grave in the register. But this mode of burial +is becoming much less common. The Army has been quick to realise +the desirability of burying its dead in the nearest of the 300 or +more recognised cemeteries behind the line. The bodies are carried +back by road or light railway to one of the little wooden, iron, or +canvas mortuaries which the Graves Registration Units have set up in +the cemeteries. There the soldiers in charge of the cemetery do all +that remains to be done, and an eye-witness can assure the friends +of soldiers at home that there is nothing perfunctory about these +funerals. Everything is done as tenderly and reverently as if the dead +man were in an English churchyard among themselves. + +When a death takes place in a hospital, there is, of course, a regular +cemetery at hand, and registration is simple. + +Some of the cemeteries are great extensions of little village +graveyards. Some were begun by special corps or divisions, which +wished to bury their dead all together. In one you find a separate +plot, each with its special entrance, for Gurkhas, Sikhs and Punjabis. +Under the great trees of another, where are many of those who fell at +Festhubert, some of our Indian soldiers have built, for their comrades, +brick tombs of extraordinary massiveness. At Villers-aux-Bois the +French buried 2,500 of those who were killed in winning the Vimy Ridge. +On each grave, at the foot of its wooden cross, there is still stuck +in the earth, neck downwards, the bottle in which the first hasty +record of the interment was placed. A tiny chapel at one end shelters +the Christ brought from the ruined Calvary of Carency, and a little +coloured image of the Virgin riddled with German bullet-holes. In all +the cemeteries the Graves Registration Units keep the graves, British +and French, in repair; they sow grass and plant flowers and shrubs, +under the advice of the Headquarters of British gardening at Kew. A few +of these places are already gay with autumn flowers in full bloom. +More will be brightened in this way next year, when all the arrears of +tidying and restoration that the units found waiting for them have been +overtaken. + +Outside the cemeteries themselves an immense amount of work is done. +The staffs of the units are constantly searching all possible and +almost impossible places for isolated graves that may have escaped +registration. The Directorate answers every enquiry[A] sent by a +soldier's friends, and will, if they wish, take a photograph of a grave +and send it to them, for nothing, thanks to the funds provided for this +purpose by the Joint War Committee of the British Red Cross Society and +St. John's Ambulance. The Director and his officers co-operate with the +French engineers, sanitary authorities and communal councils in making +arrangements to take advantage of the noble and moving gift made by +the French nation on December 29th, 1915, when the law was passed which +acquires for ever, in the name of the French Government, the special +cemeteries where most of our dead in France are buried. + +No money is wasted, and no energy is diverted that might have been +spent in fighting; all the officers of the units are men disqualified +by age, or other disability, for combatant service; the other ranks +are filled with men permanently relegated, through age, wounds, or +sickness, to duty behind the front. But much of the work is done under +fire. One officer, Captain J. D. Macdonald, has already been killed on +duty, and two others and several men wounded. + +In all wars it has been one of the fears haunting a soldier's friends +that his body may be utterly lost. Even in this war there have been +such irretrievable losses. But in no great war has so much been done as +in this, to prevent the addition of that special torment to the pains +of anxiety and of bereavement. + + + _Printed in Great Britain by + Eyre & Spottiswoode, Ltd., East Harding Street, London, E.C._ + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[A] _All enquiries should be by letter, addressed to_:-- + + Director of Graves Registration and Enquiries, + War Office, Winchester House, + St. James's Square, + London, S.W. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47284.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47284.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8687707e0a74cbd17cc0674f45b1992ac401da8e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47284.txt @@ -0,0 +1,560 @@ + + +[Transcriber's Note: Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and +italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.] + + +FAVORITE NURSERY RHYMES + +[Illustration: MOTHER GOOSE + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + + +FAVORITE + +NURSERY RHYMES + + PICTURED BY + ETHEL FRANKLIN BETTS + +[Illustration] + + NEW YORK + FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY + PUBLISHERS + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1906 + BY FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY + + Published in August, 1906 + + + THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A. + + + + +CONTENTS + + + A DILLER, A DOLLAR _Page_ 13 + AS I WAS GOING TO ST. IVES " 37 + BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP " 46 + BYE, BABY BUNTING " 46 + CROSS PATCH " 31 + CURLY LOCKS! " 11 + DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY " 20 + DING, DONG, BELL " 39 + GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER " 35 + GREAT A, LITTLE A " 28 + HARK! HARK! THE DOGS DO BARK " 12 + HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE! " 25 + HEY, DING-A-DING! " 28 + HEY, RUB-A-DUB-DUB " 47 + HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK " 32 + HIGGLEDY, PIGGLEDY " 36 + HUMPTY DUMPTY " 11 + HUSH-A-BYE BABY " 47 + I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY " 15 + I'LL TELL YOU A STORY " 21 + JACK AND JILL " 34 + JACK BE NIMBLE " 32 + LADYBUG " 43 + LITTLE BO-PEEP " 22 + LITTLE BOY BLUE " 10 + LITTLE JACK HORNER " 40 + LITTLE MISS MUFFET " 26 + LITTLE NANCY ETTICOAT " 36 + LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER " 16 + LUCY LOCKET " 44 + MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY " 18 + ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING " 14 + ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE " 42 + PAT-A-CAKE " 13 + PEASE PORRIDGE HOT " 21 + PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER " 38 + RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY " 9 + RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY-CROSS " 19 + SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE " 41 + TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN " 20 + THE MAN IN THE MOON " 24 + THE ROSE IS RED " 28 + THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN " 30 + THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN AND HE HAD A LITTLE GUN " 30 + THERE WAS A MAD MAN " 45 + THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN LIVED UNDER THE HILL " 12 + THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN SOLD PUDDINGS AND PIES " 33 + THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN TOSSED UP IN A BASKET " 29 + THERE WAS A PIPER HAD A COW " 17 + THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM " 44 + TO MARKET, TO MARKET " 24 + TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON " 19 + WHEN I WAS A BACHELOR " 27 + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + + _In colour_ + + MOTHER GOOSE AND THE CHILDREN _Frontispiece_ + LITTLE BOY BLUE _Facing page_ 10 + MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY " 18 + LITTLE MISS MUFFET " 26 + JACK AND JILL " 34 + LITTLE JACK HORNER " 40 + + + _In black-and-white_ + + RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY _Page_ 9 + I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY " 15 + LITTLE BO-PEEP " 22 + CROSS PATCH " 31 + PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER " 38 + LADYBUG, LADYBUG " 43 + + +[Illustration] + + + Rain, rain, go away; + Come again another day; + Little Susy wants to play. + + + =Little Boy Blue, go blow your horn, + The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. + Where's the little boy that tends the sheep? + He's under the haycock fast asleep.= + +[Illustration: LITTLE BOY BLUE + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, + Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, + Threescore men and threescore more + Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before. + + + Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? + Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; + But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, + And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream! + + + There was an old woman lived under the hill, + And if she's not gone, she's living there still. + Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies; + And she's the old woman that never told lies. + + + Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark, + The beggars have come to town; + Some in rags, and some in tags, + And some in velvet gowns. + + + Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! + So I do, master, as fast as I can. + Pat it and prick it and mark it with B, + And toss it in the oven for Baby and me. + + + A diller, a dollar, + A ten o'clock scholar, + What makes you come so soon? + You used to come at ten o'clock, + And now you come at noon. + + + One misty, moisty morning, + When cloudy was the weather, + I chanced to meet an old man + Clothed all in leather. + + He began to compliment, + And I began to grin; + How do you do, and how do you do? + And how do you do again? + + +[Illustration] + + + I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,-- + And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm; + I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, + But pussy and I very gently will play. + + + Little Tommy Tucker, + Sing for your supper: + What shall I eat? + White bread and butter. + How shall I cut it + Without any knife? + How shall I marry + Without any wife? + + + There was a Piper had a Cow, + And he had naught to give her; + He pulled out his pipes and played her a tune, + And bade the cow consider. + + The Cow considered very well, + And gave the Piper a penny, + And bade him play the other tune: + "Corn rigs are bonny." + + + =Mary Mary quite contrary + How does your garden grow? + Silver bells and cockle shells + And pretty maids all in a row.= + +[Illustration: MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross + To see what Tommy can buy; + A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, + And a two-penny apple pie. + + + Tom, Tom, the piper's son + Stole a pig, and away he run; + The pig was eat and Tom was beat, + And Tom ran crying down the street. + + + Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, + Taffy came to my house and stole a leg of beef; + I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't home; + Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone. + I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed; + I took the marrow-bone and beat Taffy's head. + + + Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, + With a petticoat green and a bright yellow gown. + + + Pease porridge hot, + Pease porridge cold, + Pease porridge in the pot + Nine days old. + + + I'll tell you a story + About Mary Morey, + And now my story's begun. + I'll tell you another, + About her brother, + And now my story's done. + + +[Illustration] + + + Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, + And can't tell where to find them; + Leave them alone, and they'll come home, + Wagging their tails behind them. + + Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, + And dreamt she heard them bleating; + When she awoke, 'twas all a joke-- + Ah! cruel vision so fleeting. + + Then up she took her little crook, + Determined for to find them; + What was her joy to behold them nigh, + Wagging their tails behind them. + + + To market, to market, + To buy a penny bun. + Home again, home again, + Market is done. + + + The man in the moon came down too soon, + And asked his way to Norwich; + He went by the south and burnt his mouth + With eating cold plum-porridge. + + + Hey, diddle, diddle! + The cat and the fiddle; + The cow jumped over the moon. + The little dog laughed + To see such craft; + And the dish ran away with the spoon. + + + =Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, + Eating of curds and whey; + Along came a spider and sat down beside her, + And frightened Miss Muffet away.= + +[Illustration: LITTLE,MISS MUFFET + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + When I was a bachelor I lived by myself, + And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf. + The rats and the mice they made such a strife, + I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife. + + The roads were so bad and the lanes were so narrow, + I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow. + The wheelbarrow broke and my wife had a fall-- + Down came wheelbarrow, wife, and all. + + + The rose is red, the violet blue; + Sugar is sweet--and so are you. + These are the words you bade me say + For a pair of new gloves on Easter day. + + + Great A, little a, bouncing B, + The cat's in the cupboard and she can't see. + + + Hey-ding-a-ding! I heard a bird sing; + The parliament soldiers are gone to the king. + + + There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, + Seventy times as high as the moon. + What she did there I could not but ask it, + For in her hand she carried a broom. + + "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I, + "Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?" + "To sweep the cobwebs off the sky, + And I shall be back again by and by." + + + There was a little man and he had a little gun, + And his bullets were made of lead, + He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig, + And knocked it right off his head. + + + There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile; + He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; + He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse; + And they all lived together in a little crooked house. + + +[Illustration] + + + Cross patch, draw the latch; + Sit by the fire and spin; + Take a cup and drink it up, + Then call your neighbors in. + + + Hickory, dickory, dock; + The mouse ran up the clock; + The clock struck one, + The mouse ran down, + Hickory, dickory, dock. + + + "Jack, be nimble, + Jack, be quick." + Jack ran off with the pudding-stick. + + + There was an old woman + Sold puddings and pies; + She went to the mill, + And the dust flew in her eyes. + Now through the streets, + To all she meets, + She ever cries, + "Hot pies--Hot pies!" + + + =Jack and Jill went up the hill, + To fetch a pail of water; + Jack fell down and broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after.= + +[Illustration: JACK AND JILL + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + Goosey, goosey, gander, + Where dost thou wander? + Up stairs and down stairs, + And in my lady's chamber. + There I met an old man + Who would not say his prayers, + I took him by the hind legs + And threw him down stairs. + + + Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen, + She lays eggs for gentlemen; + Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten, + Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen. + + + Little Nancy Etticoat + In a white petticoat + And a red nose; + The longer she stands + The shorter she grows. + + + As I was going to St. Ives + I met a man with seven wives; + Each wife had seven sacks, + In each sack were seven cats, + And each cat had seven kits. + Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, + How many were going to St. Ives? + + +[Illustration] + + + Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, + Had a wife and couldn't keep her. + He put her in a pumpkin shell, + And there he kept her very well. + + Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, + Had another and didn't love her. + Peter learned to read and spell, + And then he loved her very well. + + + Ding, dong, bell, + The cat's in the well. + Who put her in? + Little Johnny Green. + Who pulled her out? + Great Johnny Stout. + What a naughty boy was that + To drown poor pussy cat, + Which never did him any harm, + But killed the mice in his father's barn. + + + =Little Jack Horner sat in a corner + Eating his Christmas pie. + He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum + And said what a good boy am I.= + +[Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER + +Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.] + + + Sing a song of sixpence, + Pocket full of rye; + Four and twenty blackbirds + Baked in a pie. + When the pie was opened + The birds began to sing-- + Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish + To set before the king? + + + One, two, buckle my shoe; + Three, four, shut the door; + Five, six, pick up sticks; + Seven, eight, lay them straight; + Nine, ten, a good fat hen; + Eleven, twelve, who will delve? + Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting; + Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; + Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting; + Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty. + Please, mamma, give me some dinner. + + +[Illustration] + + + Ladybug, ladybug, + Fly away home, + Your house is on fire, + And your children will burn. + + + Lucy Locket lost her pocket, + Kitty Fisher found it; + Never a penny was there in it, + Save the binding 'round it. + + + Three wise men of Gotham + Went to sea in a bowl. + If the bowl had been stronger, + My song had been longer. + + + There was a mad man, + And he had a mad wife, + And they lived all in a mad lane. + They had three children all at a birth, + And they too were mad every one. + The father was mad, + The mother was mad, + The children all mad beside; + And upon a mad horse they all of them got, + And madly away did ride. + + + Bye, Baby Bunting, + Father's gone a hunting, + To get a little rabbit skin + To wrap the Baby Bunting in. + + + Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? + Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full: + One for the master, one for the dame, + And one for the little boy who lives in the lane. + + + Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub, + And who do you think were there? + The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, + And all had come from the fair. + + + Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top, + When the wind blows the cradle will rock, + When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, + Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47368.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47368.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca1f9def44d49cdd4b6da1594d292d0bfee0ec27 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47368.txt @@ -0,0 +1,391 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + + + + *SOME ADVENTURES + *_*of*_* + MR. SURELOCK KEYS* + + *HITHERTO UNRECORDED* + + + by + + Herbert Beeman + + + + SOLD IN AID OF THE ORGAN FUND + OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH, KERRISDALE + + PRICE FIFTY CENTS + + + + THE KERRISDALE KRONIKLE OFFICE + 1913 + + + + + *CONTENTS* + + I. THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR + II. THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER + III. THE ADVENTURE OF TWO AND TWO + IV. THE ADVENTURE OF THEOPHILUS BROWN + V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRTEEN CABS + VI. THE ADVENTURE OF MR. SANTA CLAUS + + + + + *I.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR* + + +One evening early in the month of November, 1908, we were sitting in our +cosy rooms in Butcher Street. I was busy extending the notes I had made +of some of the marvellous doings of the Great Detective, when Keys +stretched his long arms towards the gramophone to start the gentleman +who was "afraid to go home in the dark," off on another long explanation +of his reasons, but I stopped him with a question--even friendship has +its limits, you know: + +"You saw the _Eburne News_ of Saturday last, Keys, I suppose?" I said. + +"You know nothing ever escapes me, Whenson," he replied. + +I thought of the Tiger of San Pedro in _Collier's_ and _The Strand_ +recently, but as it would be about as safe to rouse the tiger, I omitted +the retort obvious. + +"You refer to the penetration of the vitrified material by the leaden +missile, I presume?" he said. + +"Yes, the bullet from a .22 through the car window," I replied. + +"Well, there was one peculiar thing about that case, but after all it +was merely a matter of calculation. The shot was fired according to one +account at Kerrisdale, and from another between Townsend and Eburne. +That is easily accounted for. The shot struck the glass at the first +named place, but so fast was the car travelling that it had proceeded +two miles before the bullet reached the woodwork on the other side." + +"Oh!" I said. When I had sufficiently recovered I asked him if he had +discovered who fired the shot. + +"That is a mere vulgar detail, Whenson," he said coldly, as he turned to +start the gramophone again. + + + + + *II.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER* + + +We were just finishing breakfast when the door was unceremoniously burst +open and an obviously excited little man precipitated himself into the +room. + +"You are an optimist, I perceive," said Keys quietly. + +The little man looked amazed, as well he might, not knowing the powers +of the Great Detective as well as I did. + +"How on earth did you know that?" he ejaculated. + +"Quite simple, my dear sir," answered Keys, "you came in without +knocking. What can I do for you?" + +"Well, sir," the little man went on excitedly, "my name is Bloggs, sir, +Joseph Bloggs, and I am the victim of a conspiracy. The Council have +sent me in a bill for $96 for three months water rate, and I never used +so much in my life. + +"No, I can quite believe it," said Keys drily, surveying the rather drab +appearance of the visible portions of our visitor's anatomy. "But whom +do you suspect?" + +"Well, sir, I voted against the nincompoops that the effete electors +have chosen to represent them, and now they're soaking me." + +I could not control my laughter at this unconscious pleasantry, but the +little man glared at me, and Keys frowned me into silence. + +"Whenson, he has given me a clue; get my gum boots and a piece of +blotting paper." + +Accustomed to obey his strange commands without question, we were soon +following Mr. Bloggs to his home. + +Once inside the gate, without hesitation Keys strode across the lawn +till he reached a place under which, owing to the unevenness of the +ground, it was easy to see the pipe was laid, and stooping down he +placed the sheet of blotting paper on the grass, and a second later he +held it up saturated with water. + +"There is a break in the pipe, Mr. Bloggs," he said. "Get it mended." + + + + + *III.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF TWO AND TWO* + + +Keys was giving way to one of those orgies of spring onions and +Limburger cheese to which he occasionally succumbed--for even the +greatest of men have failings--and the atmosphere of our dining room was +very unpleasant to one with my delicate olfactory nerves, so that it was +with a feeling of positive relief that I welcomed the pungent odor of +the smoke from a strong black cigar that was wafted in on us as the door +opened to admit a stranger. + +A tall, nervous looking man, he commenced to apologize for having +interrupted us at supper, but Keys waved aside his explanations and said +abruptly. "You are a married man, sir, and very fond of your wife." + +Wonderingly our visitor pleaded guilty to both indictments, and Keys +resumed: + +"Of course any one could tell that your wife has given you a Christmas +present, a man with your intelligence would never buy a cigar like that, +and only love for her would induce you to smoke it." + +"Sir, I can see you are just the man to solve the mystery that is making +my life a hideous nightmare, if I am fortunate enough to interest you in +my case. + +"My name is Humphrey Drake, and I am a country squire living in a +peaceful village, and up to a week ago I was as placid as one of my own +cows, but alas all is changed and I know not what dreadful fate is +hanging over my head. I once read a wonderful book called '_The Sign of +the Four_,' (I am a modest man, so I blushed at this unconscious praise, +you, dear reader, will know why), and now I fear that the terrible end +of Bartholemew Sholto will be mine." + +Mr. Drake turned very pale, whether from fear, or from the strong cigar, +I do not know, but after a few minutes he recovered himself, and at +Keys' request continued his story. + +"Last week I had occasion to go to the stable immediately behind the +house and on one of the walls saw in figures made with a piece of white +chalk, this sign," and drawing his fountain pen from his pocket, he +marked on our white table cloth + + 2 + 2 . + -- + 4 . + +"I haven't been able to sleep since, and now I have come to you for +help." + +"Why did you visit the stable, Mr. Drake?" asked Keys. + +"Well, lately the carriage and harness have not been properly cleaned, +or the horse well groomed, and I went to speak to the stable-man about +it." + +Hastily consulting a time-table, Keys disappeared into his bed room, +returning the next moment disguised as a stable-boy, even to a straw, +which he was chewing assiduously. + +"Whenson will put you up, Mr. Drake, and I will report to you at +breakfast tomorrow morning. Meanwhile you can sleep in peace." + +Coming down to breakfast the next morning, we found Keys seated by the +fire reading the paper. + +"Good morning, all is well, but breakfast first and business +afterwards," he said. + +It was not until our pipes were well alight that Keys deigned to satisfy +our curiosity. + +"The mystery was a very harmless one, Mr. Drake, as I expected it would +be after the clue you gave me. I went round to the back of your house +and looked in at the stable window, and there was the culprit, your +young stable-man, with a laudable desire to improve his mind, though +rather at the expense of his duty to you, I am afraid, was pouring over +the arithmetic section of Barmsbirth's Universal Educator, and with a +piece of white chalk was endeavoring to work out a simple sum on your +stable wall, and, my dear sir, the answer to his sum, and the +explanation of your mystery, is that two and two make four." + + + + + *IV.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF THEOPHILUS BROWN* + + +"'Tis not in mortals to command success," as the Immortal Bard hath it, +and to illustrate the fact that my friend, Mr. Surelock Keys, really is +mortal which one might easily doubt from some of the marvellous things +that he has done, I will give you an incident that happened recently. + +A tremendous battering at my bedroom door woke me from a sound sleep, +and an urgent request from Keys, to join him downstairs, hurried me into +my clothes. On entering the dining room I saw a pallid youth whom Keys +introduced as Mr. Theophilus Brown. + +Then Keys, in his most abrupt manner, asked him what he wished to tell +us, and after much hesitation, and with frightened glances towards the +door, he blurted out a very incoherent and rambling story about a +severed leg, that he had seen hanging up somewhere, on his way home the +previous evening, and how he was afraid something dreadful would happen +to him because he didn't tell the police. + +"Well, you can now, here is our old friend, Inspector Morebusiness" +(You, dear reader, can guess his real name). "Tell the Inspector what +you saw." + +"It was a leg of mutton hanging up in a butcher's shop," shouted the +miserable would-be humorist, as he made a dash out of the door, just in +time to escape the bottle of ink that Keys sent hurtling through the +air, only, alas! to smash on the rapidly closing door. + +The Inspector rolling on the floor in a paroxysm of laughter could +hardly get out the words. "First of April," and Keys sank back in his +chair muttering the monosyllable "Stung!" + + + + + *V.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRTEEN CABS* + + +London was in the throes of a general strike, and the labour world in +such a seething ferment that many of the unions had broken from the +control of their leaders, while others were led to lengths that many of +the members deeply regretted, but were unable to prevent, so that deeds +of violence were of daily occurrence. + +As we sat at breakfast Inspector Morebusiness was announced, and Keys +bade him to enter, not very cordially I am afraid, as it was the first +time we had seen him since his display of--to put it mildly--undue +levity over the unfortunate case of Theophilus Brown. However, on +seeing how white and worried the Inspector looked, Keys' look of +annoyance passed away, and heartily inviting him to join us at the +table, refused to listen to his story until he had done justice to our +ham and eggs and coffee. + +It was a terrible story that the inspector had to tell us. nothing less +than the destruction of the National Gallery, with its priceless +treasures, and of course loss of life, or injury, to anyone happening to +be in the neighborhood, for nitro-glycerine was the destructive agent +used. + +He went on to say that the police had no clue, and in despair he had +come to Keys, a genuine acknowledgment of the Great Detective's +marvellous powers, if a somewhat tardy one. + +Keys closely questioned him as to anything unusual having been noticed +in the vicinity, and the inspector said that one of his men had seen +thirteen cabs passing shortly before the explosion. + +"Arrest the President and all the Officers of the Bakers' and +Pastrycooks' Union, at once," said Keys. Greatly wondering, but willing +to catch at any straw, the Inspector hastened to obey him. + +One evening, some little time after the conviction and subsequent +confession of the men whose arrest Keys had ordered, the Inspector +dropped in, he said, for a smoke, but it was easy to see that he was +dying to ask a question, so presently Keys said, "Well, Morebusiness, +you want to know how I did it." + +The Inspector nodded an eager assent. + +"Well, my friend, it was quite simple. Dynamite is heavy stuff, and in +such a quantity could not have been carried by hand without exciting +suspicion, but what more harmless looking than a four-wheeler, and +thirteen of them--isn't that a baker's dozen!" + + + + + *VI.* + + *THE ADVENTURE OF MR. SANTA CLAUS* + + +It was Christmas Eve. Outside the snow was falling heavily, but we were +comfortably seated in front of a cheerful fire, in our dining-room in +Butcher Street. With strange illogicality Keys was playing "Rest Ye +Merry Gentlemen" on the comb, for surely one could neither rest nor be +merry with that beastly row going on, but it was only another proof of +the extraordinary incongruity of that marvellous man. Laying down the +comb--thank goodness--he turned to me. "Whenson, when I was a little +boy I believed in Santa Claus, and stockings, and--" + +A knock at the door interrupted these remarkable confidences, which were +revealing the Great Man in a light so foreign to his usual taciturnity. + +"Come in," he said. The door opened slowly, and a strange figure +appeared before our astonished eyes. It was a small boy, hardly +reaching to the handle of the door, and his little cap was covered with +snow. + +"Ah, ha!" said Keys, in his most impressive manner, "you have just come +in from outside." At the evidence of such uncanny powers of deduction +the little creature started to run away. + +"Don't be frightened, my little man. I knew it from the coagulated +moisture collected on your cap, but little boys must learn to be polite. +Lift your lid." He did so, scattering the Christmas largesse all over +our priceless Bokhara rug. + +"Now come over here and tell its your troubles," said Keys kindly. + +In the genial warmth of the roaring fire, his damp clothes steaming like +a hot toddy--a strange concoction of the ancient Romans--his little lips +lisped a tale of a strangeness such as had surely never been told +before, unless I may be allowed to except some stories of mine which +have been published by the well-known firm of Brown & Younger. + +"Please sir, I writted a letter to Mr. Sandy Claws Esq., to bring me a +hairy-plain for Christmas all painted red all over, and the Post-Offis +they sent the letter back and says as how they carn't find 'im. I +knowed you could find anybody, so I come to you." + +"Quite right, my little man," and Keys' keen eyes gleamed with +professional pride. "You go straight home to bed and to sleep, and I +will see that Mr. Santa Claus calls and you will find the red aeroplane +when you wake up in the morning." + +Quite satisfied the diminutive client departed, and Keys picked up the +comb again--I found I had an important engagement and departed also. + +It was close on one o'clock in the morning when I returned, and Keys was +still sitting before the fire. With unusual geniality he got up and +held out his hand. "Merry Christmas, Whenson." We shook hands. +Feeling something sticky, I looked at my right hand, and saw some red +paint on it, and then I noticed some white fluff adhering to the front +of his coat. + +Keys often assumed disguises, but--as Santa Claus!--well, I forgave him +the comb. + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47460.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47460.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e682a58d1f1f2743e41166bcf6c50f55794511e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47460.txt @@ -0,0 +1,543 @@ + + + PRACTICAL + SKUNK RAISING. + + + A BOOK OF INFORMATION CONCERNING THE RAISING OF SKUNKS FOR PROFIT. + + + By + WILLIAM EDWIN PRATT. + + + Published by William E. Pratt. + + + Copyright 1915, + By WILLIAM E. PRATT. + + + + + CONTENTS. + + + Chapter— + 1.—Introduction. + 2.—Ground. + 3.—The Fence. + 4.—Pens. + 5.—Dens. + 6.—Cage Litter. + 7.—Food Troughs. + 8.—Food House. + 9.—Feeding. + 10.—Water Troughs. + 11.—Examining Box. + 12.—Diseases. + 13.—Rats. + 14.—Disinfectants. + 15.—Hospital. + 16.—Breeding and Winter Management. + 17.—Barren Females. + 18.—Breeding Mothers. + 19.—Young. + 20.—Escapes. + 21.—Disarming. + 22.—How to ship skunks. + Conclusion. + + + + + Practical Skunk Raising. + + + By William E. Pratt. + +The supply of wild fur has already fallen behind the demand and the time +is in sight when wild fur will form but a small per cent of that in use. + +All furs trapped in steel traps are less beautiful because the animal +suffers. It is a well-known fact that the less the animal suffers, the +better the fur. + +The time is not far away when nearly all fur will be grown on +fur-ranches. Fur-farming unquestionably has a great future as an +industry. + +Without detailing countless failures; it is well to begin by disposing +of the wrong idea that most people begin with, that all they need to do +is secure an island or a big fenced area, and throw in much feed to a +bunch of selected fur-bearers, and reap a harvest of so many pelts each +year. + +The absurdity of this is seen if we compare it to a horse-breeder who +would put a high fence around a large pasture and turn in a couple +stallions and a dozen mares; throw in much feed daily, and expect a +harvest of so many colts, each year. + +No,—success depends on general supervision and control of each +individual. + +Skunks raise a better coat in captivity than when wild, because their +food is gotten without hunting for it, and are beyond danger of man, +dogs, and other intruders. Striped skunks ten years ago sold for one +dollar per pair, while only two dollars per pair was paid for “star +blacks”. Three years ago or more these prices had doubled, and a skunk +with his scent glands out was even more valuable. + +One male and two females is a good lot to begin with, which would +increase to twenty young the first year, and one hundred and fifty the +second, providing one could wait that long, and one certainly could not +expect any dividend until the fifth year. + + + + + 2.—The Ground. + + +An acre of ground is sufficient to begin with, but one must have it +situated so one could increase to perhaps ten acres. It should be high, +dry and sandy, with some grass in the plot, and not too remote from a +railway station. + + + + + 3.—The Fence. + + +An inexpensive fence to begin with may be made by setting posts in the +ground close together, but strongly. I recommend a fence made of wire +netting or steel set or inbedded in the ground from one to two feet. +First, dig a trench about one foot wide and two feet deep, and put heavy +rock in the bottom and thus, with the rock below the wire there will be +no way that the skunks can escape by digging. + +The posts should be set ten feet apart. If set farther the wire will +have a tendency to sag. The wire should be of one and a half inch mesh +for the main fence, and one inch mesh for the breeding yards, as young +skunks sometimes escape through a one and a half inch mesh. No. 16, or +18, gauge wire from four to eight feet in height should be used. Any +smaller gauge than the above mentioned is not durable enough. + +A wire or board inhang of twelve inches, should be placed at the top +rejecting in so the animals can’t climb out. This is attached by slats +nailed along the tops of the posts and the wire nailed to them. Steel +sheeting needs no inhang, because it is so that the skunks cannot get a +foothold. + +If the skunks dig at night to get out fill up the holes as soon as +possible and thus discourage the workers. + +The big pen or large enclosure, serves as a range for the barren +females, males, and young skunks during autumn. + + + + + 4.—Pens. + + +Many breeders consider pens better and cheaper than dens. These are +little runs about ten feet square, separated only by a three foot +netting which has an inhang or overhang as it is some times called, of a +foot on each side, so the skunks cannot climb in or out. If boards are +used for pens inside the big fence no overhang is needed. All pens +should be completely floored with mesh wire three or four inches under +surface. + + + + + 5.—Dens. + + +Every cage or pen needs a movable den that is dry, sanitary, portable, +easy for observation, and warm. This last feature is important, for +skunks are sensitive to cold which causes pneumonia. The dens should be +well supplied with straw and rags, (avoid hay) because the seeds are +injurious to the nostrils. + + + + + 6.—Cage Litter. + + +After trying smooth floored dens, and floors strewn with straw, chips, +ashes and sawdust; I feel safe in recommending sawdust, as its great +absorbent power helps to keep clean dens. It should cover the floor to a +depth of two inches. + + + + + 7.—Food Troughs. + + +Do not use wooden troughs; they are unsanitary. Pie dishes either tin or +ware, will do if the sides do not flare. If they do the skunk usually +spills the milk or any liquid in the dish, by standing on the sides with +its paws. + + + + + 8.—Food House. + + +The food and tool-house should be in the pen for convenience. There +should be mice and rat-proof vessels to keep the oatmeal and dry +biscuit, cheese, and meat in. It should be equipped with a large boiler +for boiling oatmeal and meat in. The meat may also be smoked as this +will preserve it, and is greatly preferred by the animals. The meat may +be hung out of reach of the rats in sacks. + + + + + 9.—Feeding. + + +Skunks like most animals are omnivorous. A continuous unbroken diet of +meat would eventually wipe out the stock; as would a diet solely +vegetable. Moderate varied feeding is essential. Adult skunks are fed +once a day, they themselves prefer it after dark. Staple articles of +food are beef, rabbit, cow liver, chicken giblets, oatmeal, and other +porridge, cooked potatoes and milk; anything a dog will eat with fruit +and insects added. Be sure the meat is clear of infection. + +Another staple article of food is a bread made of bran and shorts. Mix +with three quarts of sour milk, enough flour to make a stiff dough. Roll +dough out until it is an inch thick and bake for an hour like bread in a +hot oven. + +This is much relished by all fur-bearing animals, and is still more +acceptable if flavored with a few spoonfuls of black molasses. + +Milk must be given sparingly unless it agrees with the stock. Once a +week is enough, more than that is liable to induce scouring and other +disorders. Half a dog biscuit, and a few scraps of meat are enough for a +skunk’s daily allowance. Of course some should have more than others +according to their needs. + +A brood-mother growing or suckling her young should have as much as she +can eat twice a day, morning and evening. + +When winter comes, skunks retire to their dens and eat nothing for +weeks. In March the feeding is resumed and in April the brood mothers +are extra fed with a preponderance of meat, much of it raw. It costs +from twenty-five cents to a dollar to feed a skunk from June first to +December first. Meat and fresh water are necessary at all times for +brood-mothers, for if this is neglected they will devour the young as +soon as born. + + + + + 10.—Water Troughs. + + +Skunks drink much, and often. They must have plenty of fresh water at +all times; especially when the young are expected. The vessel that the +water at all times is kept in should be washed every day. In winter the +skunks lap up snow instead of water. + + + + + 11.—Examining Box. + + +No cautious man would undertake to examine a wild skunk as he would a +dog or rabbit. Yet it is important to know sex and condition of each new +skunk as it arrives. This may be easily and quickly done by means of an +examining box. This is a small box 10″ by 8″ by 6″ covered with a +chicken wire of about one inch mesh on the top. There should be a six +inch entrance at one end of the box. + +On the solid wood bottom is a handle which is of course the top, when +the box is turned wire side down. + +Chase the skunk in the entrance slowly and then lift the box up by the +handle and look under without fear. As soon as the operation is over the +skunk will seek his proper den. + + + + + 12.—Diseases. + + +The keeper should watch the animal’s dung, if too fluid or too soft, too +copious or too little, there is something wrong. Their appetite, and the +dung are the great tests. If these are right there is little chance of +anything being wrong. + +Greed—Some cases often abound among skunks such as over-eating; by +getting all they can from the other skunks, after eating their own food. +Such freaks should be isolated and marketed as soon as possible. + +Cannibalism—Sometimes when enclosures are small the mothers devour the +young as soon as born. This is sometimes the result of quarreling. +Always build the enclosures large enough so the skunks have plenty of +room. + +Murder—Murder must be considered a disease. Some individuals are +incapable of it while others are very prone to it. The last mentioned +soon make themselves known. They should be marketed as soon as possible. + +Distemper—This may be detected by the animal’s eyes and nose running. +The animal should be sent at once to the hospital, and treated by +washing the nose and eyes with a solution of boric acid and water. + +Mange—Mange is considered a serious disease, and is caused by fleas +which induce the animal to scratch. The fur gets thin and the body is +covered with scabs. This may be cured by applying a good flea powder and +a dip. + +Worms—Worms may be eliminated by feeding the skunks in a dish of clear, +sharp, sand. + +Other Foes—While the armed skunk travels about without fear of man or +beast, it must be remembered that the disarmed young skunks may be +killed by dogs, or taken by horned owls or any other large bird. + + + + + 13.—Rats. + + +Rats are a great nuisance about a fur ranch. They often dig holes and +teach the young skunks the way to escape. They also kill the young, and +are quick enough to keep out of the way of the mother. + + + + + 14.—Disinfectants. + + +Those I use are—Chloride of lime, peroxide of hydrogen, and lysol, 2%. + +To disinfect a den, put it in a large tub and soak it in “sheep dip”. + +To disinfect a corner, sprinkle with chloride of lime. + + + + + 15.—Hospital. + + +The hospital is a series of cages, quite removed from the other, with +the earth and grass for a floor, and good opportunities for a “sun +bath”. Sick animals should be put in the hospital as soon as noted. + + + + + 16.—Breeding and Winter Management. + + +The stock should be mated about November or December. Put one male to +four or five females. It is well to watch them for a few days to make +sure the group is harmonious. Often it happens that one female will +quarrel with the others. + +She should be removed and tried somewhere else. If one is seen outside +the den constantly, this is the cause. + +Put plenty of straw in the den and they will make themselves comfortable +enough. + +During the winter they eat nothing. Some breeders deem it wise to feed a +light meal a week. + +Mating time is from the middle of March, starting with February. Males +must not meet at this time for they will fight, until one or the other +is killed. + + + + + 17.—Barren Females. + + +Three or four days after mating season has set in, remove the male and +try some other male in, or for a few days. As the males are decided in +their likes and dislikes. Neglect of this precaution will result in a +large proportion of barren females. + + + + + 18.—Breeding Mothers. + + +By April first every female should be given a separate den, and well fed +and cared for. + +This is the most important time of all, success or failure depends on +the management of the mother at this time. Toward the end of the month +she should be given raw meat and plenty of water. This diet should be +given until mid-May, as this allays the meat craving which causes the +mother to devour the new-born young. + +I will repeat again the watchwords of success— + +Proper sanitation, seclusion, and quiet, an abundance of raw meat and +fresh water. + +The period of gestation is nine weeks; the young are born in mid-May. + +The young females have from four to six young the first litter and the +older females have from eight to sixteen to one litter. + +Never put two females with young, in the same house for they will fight +and steal one and anothers’ young. + +One family in one house is a good old rule to observe. + +When one month old they are able to walk around and drink milk. I would +advise disarming and weaning at this time. + + + + + 19.—Young. + + +The young grow very fast and soon become as tame as kittens, some show +their amazing temper at this age, from the beginning. + +At thirty days they walk alone and drink milk. At sixty days they will +weigh on the average of six lbs. each, and appear to be half grown. At +six months they are full-grown, and weigh from four to six lbs. + +At this age they are ready to be marketed. + + + + + 20.—Escapes. + + +It is well to be prepared for escapes. A properly constructed fence will +prevent this. + +Two contrivances should be in stock—net and traps. + +Net—This is an ordinary dip net to put over them. + +Traps—These are box traps, or “catch-alives”. They are easily +constructed, and one half dozen will be found convenient for many +purposes. + + + + + 21.—Disarming. + + +To prevent a shot from this deadly battery of the skunk they are +disarmed while very young. When animals are young the operation is a +simple one; but when performed when they are grown not more than one out +of three survives the operation. + +When ready for disarming, spread a burlap or gunnysack across your lap +and order the assistant to bring the skunk. He must be careful to hold +it by the tail, with it near the ground. The sack is then rolled around +the animal; rear exposed. + +The assistant holds the animal firmly and double muffles the eyes, so it +cannot possibly see. A skunk seldom shoots unless it sees an enemy. + +The proper instruments consist of a scalpel, clamping forceps, +extracting forceps, hook and goggles. + +The scent sacks are located one on each side of the vent off one fourth +inch from the vent. + +To disarm—First make an incision three eighths of an inch long and one +half an inch from the vent. + +As soon as the incision is made, cut deeper until the scent sac appears, +which is about the size of a bean in young skunks and about the size of +a marble in mature ones. + +With the blunt forceps, force the adhering muscles down off the sac, and +cut the sac off one fourth inch from the vent. + +If the operation is done according to instructions, there will be no +loss whatever. + +Animals do not require disarming unless they are going to be shipped. If +skunks are raised solely for fur, it is just as well to leave them +armed. + +Express companies refuse to ship them unless scent sacks are removed. + + + + + 22.—How to Ship Skunk. + + +Secure them when ready for market, by using a box-trap. Never try to +handle them. + +To ship them, put each in a small soap-box lined with tin. + +Cut a hole three inches square in the side and cover it with wire of one +inch mesh. + +Fasten a tin in one corner of the box three inches from the bottom for +water. Above this make a hole to pour water through. + +Mark it “water here”. Make a lid in the box for convenience in feeding. + +One pound of dog biscuits, or bread, and a few scraps of meat will amply +supply a skunk on the road. Label the bag “Seven days food”. + +Do not fear to lift the lid and look in, for a skunk must be greatly +alarmed and provoked before discharging musk. + + + + + Conclusion. + + +If the material in this book is thoroughly understood and mastered, and +the reader is the proud possessor of two “star-black” skunks in a plot, +fenced secure against escape, in five years he can reap large dividends. + + [Illustration: Decorative tree in pot.] + + + + + Transcriber’s Notes + + +--Silently corrected a few palpable typos. + +--Retained the original (expired) copyright notice from the printed + copy. + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Practical Skunk Raising, by William Edwin Pratt + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47639.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47639.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c3bdead55f2005f6622ef3d26c5781a3f8f35ad1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47639.txt @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ + + +Transcriber's Note + +Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. + + + + + +HINTS ON + +COYOTE AND WOLF + +TRAPPING + + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: LEAFLET NO. 59] + + + + +HINTS ON WOLF AND COYOTE TRAPPING + +By STANLEY P. YOUNG, _Principal Biologist, in Charge Division +of Predatory-Animal and Rodent Control, Bureau of Biological Survey_ + +Issued July, 1930 + + +THE RANGE of coyotes and wolves in the United States to-day is confined +mainly to the immense area west of the Mississippi River. Wolves, +however, have been so materially reduced in numbers west of the +one-hundredth meridian that except for those drifting into the United +States from the northern States of Mexico, they are the cause of little +concern. The areas now most heavily infested with wolves are in Alaska, +eastern Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Missouri, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and +Michigan. A few r of these animals are found also in northern Louisiana +and eastward along the Gulf coastal area into Mississippi. Coyotes, +on the other hand, exist in all the Western States, as well as in the +Mid-Western States above listed as inhabited by wolves. They have also +been reported in Orleans County, N. Y., and in southeastern Alabama +where introduced. + +[Sidenote: Why Control Is Necessary] + +COYOTES AND WOLVES make serious inroads on the stocks of sheep and +lambs, cattle, pigs, and poultry, as well as on the wild game mammals +and the ground-nesting and insectivorous birds of the country. Wherever +these predatory animals occur in large numbers, they are a source of +worry and loss to stockmen, farmers, and sportsmen because of their +destructiveness to wild and domestic animals. The coyote is by far the +most persistent of the predators of the western range country; and +moreover, it is a further menace because it is a carrier of rabies, or +hydrophobia. This disease was prevalent in Nevada, California, Utah, +Idaho, and eastern Oregon in 1916 and 1917, and later in Washington and +in southern Colorado. Since this widespread outbreak, sporadic cases of +rabid coyotes have occurred each year in the Western States. The coyote +has also been found to be a carrier of tularemia, a disease of wild +rabbits and other rodents that is transmissible and sometimes fatal to +human beings. + +Much of the country inhabited by coyotes and wolves is purely +agricultural and contains vast grazing areas, and a large percentage of +the food of the animals of those areas consists of the mutton, beef, +pork, and poultry produced by the stockman and farmer, and the wild +game that needs to be conserved. It is a matter of great importance, +therefore, to the Nation's livestock-producing sections, as well as to +the conservationist's plan of game protection or game propagation, that +coyotes and wolves be controlled in areas where they are destructive. +Trapping has been found to be one of the most effective methods of +capturing these animals. + +[Sidenote: Strategy Required] + +EVERY WILD ANIMAL possesses some form of defense against danger or +harm to itself. With wolves and coyotes this is shown in their acute +sense of smell, alert hearing, and keen eyesight. To trap these animals +successfully, one must work to defeat these highly developed senses +when placing traps, and success in doing so will come only with a +full knowledge of the habits of the two predators and after repeated +experiments with trap sets. Of the two animals, possibly the wolf is +the more difficult to trap. It is cunning, and as it matures from the +yearling stage to the adult its cleverness at times becomes uncanny. +Individual coyotes also possess this trait, particularly old animals +that have been persistently hunted and trapped with crude methods. + +The steel trap, in sizes 3 and 4 for coyotes and sizes 4K and 14 +for wolves (114 in Alaska), is recommended for capturing these +large predators. Steel traps have been used in this country by many +generations of trappers, and although deemed by many persons to be +inhumane, no better or more practical device has yet been invented to +take their place. + +[Sidenote: Scent Posts] + +ON THE OPEN RANGE coyotes and wolves have what are commonly referred +to as "scent posts," or places where they come to urinate. The animals +usually establish these posts along their runways on stubble of range +grasses, on bushes, or possibly on some old bleached-out carcasses. +Where ground conditions are right for good tracking, these scent posts +may be detected from the toenail scratches on the ground made by the +animals after they have urinated. This habit of having scent posts and +of scratching is similar to that noted in dogs. As wolves and coyotes +pass over their travel ways, they generally stop at these posts, +invariably voiding fresh urine and occasionally excreta also. + +[Sidenote: Where to Set Traps] + +FINDING these scent posts is of prime importance, for it is at such +points that traps should be set. If such posts 'can not be found, then +one can be readily established, if the travel way of the coyote or wolf +has been definitely ascertained, by dropping scent of the kind to be +described later on a few clusters of weeds, spears of grass, or stubble +of low brush. The trap should then be set at this point. Any number +of such scent stations can thus be placed along a determined wolf or +coyote travel way. + +Time consumed in finding a wolf or coyote scent post is well spent, +for the success of a trap set depends upon its location. Coyotes and +wolves can not be caught unless traps are set and concealed where the +animals will step into them. If traps are placed where the animals are +not accustomed to stop on their travel ways, the chances are that they +will pass them by on the run. Even if a wolf or a coyote should detect +the scent, the fact that it is in an unnatural place may arouse the +suspicion of the animal and cause it to become shy and make a detour. +Often the fresh tracks of shod horses along wolf and coyote runways are +sufficient to cause the predators to leave the trail for some distance. +A lone wolf is much more cautious than a pack of wolves running +together. + +Travel ways of coyotes and wolves are confined to open and more or less +broken country. In foraging for food over these runways the animals may +use trails of cattle or sheep, canyons, old wood roads, dry washes, low +saddles on watershed divides, or even highways in thinly settled areas. +Any one of these places, or any combination of them, may be a wolf +or coyote runway. Wolves have been known to cover a circuitous route +of more than a hundred miles in an established runway. It is in such +country that their scent posts should be looked for. + +[Illustration: B19741; B24414; B19739 + +FIGURE 1.--First step in setting traps for wolves and coyotes. The +stubble and woods near the traps are the scent post: A, Trap and stake +in position, and "setting cloth"; B, doable trap set; C, trap set +showing distance from scent post, and stake driven into ground] + +Places where carcasses of animals killed by wolves and coyotes or +of animals that have died from natural causes have lain a long time +offer excellent spots for setting traps, for wolves and coyotes often +revisit these carcasses. It is always best to set the traps a few yards +away from the carcasses at weeds, bunches of grass, or low stubble of +bushes. Other good situations are at the intersection of two or more +trails, around old bedding grounds of sheep, and at water holes on the +open range. Ideal places for wolf or coyote traps are points 6 to 8 +inches from the bases of low clusters of weeds or grasses along a trail +used as a runway. + +[Illustration: B19743; B24415 + +FIGURE 2.--Burying the traps: A, A shoulder of dirt should be built up +around and under the pan as a foundation for the trap pad, which is +shown in place; B, trap completely bedded, springs and jaws covered, +and pan unobstructed, ready for trap pad to be put in place] + +[Sidenote: Setting the Traps] + +TRAPS used should be clean, with no foreign odor. In making a set, a +hole the length and width of the trap with jaws open is dug with a +trowel, a sharpened piece of angle iron, or a prospector's pick. While +digging, the trapper stands or kneels on a "setting cloth," about 3 +feet square, made of canvas or of a piece of sheep or calf hide. If +canvas is used, the human scent may be removed by previously burying it +in an old manure pile. The livestock scent acquired in this process is +usually strong enough to counteract any scent later adhering to the +setting cloth and likely to arouse suspicion. The dirt removed from the +hole dug to bed the trap is placed on the setting cloth. The trap is +then dropped into the hole and firmly bedded so as to rest perfectly +level. + +Instead of using digging tools, some hunters bed the trap where the +ground is loose, as in sandy loam, by holding it at its base and with a +circular motion working it slowly into the ground even with the surface +and then removing the dirt from under the pan before placing the trap +pad to be described later. An important advantage of this method is +that there is less disturbance of the ground around the scent post than +when tools are used, for the secret of setting a trap successfully is +to leave the ground as natural as it was before the trap was concealed. +A double trap set, as shown in Figure 1, B, may be used and is often +preferred to a single set for coyotes. + +The trap may be left unanchored or anchored. Either draghooks may be +attached to a chain (preferably 6 feet long) fastened by a swivel to +the trap base or to a spring, and all buried underneath, or a steel +stake pin (fig. 1, A and C) may be used, attached by a swivel to a +6-foot chain fastened to the base or a spring of the trap. If a stake +pin is used, it should be driven full length into the ground near +the right-hand spring of the trap, with the trigger and pan directly +toward the operator. Anchoring the trap is the preferred method, +because animals caught are obtained without loss of time and because +other animals are not driven out of their course by one of their kind +dragging about a dangling, clanking trap, often the case where drag +hooks are used. + +The next stage (fig. 2, A and B) is the careful burying of the trap +and building up of a so-called shoulder around and under the pan. This +should be so built that, when it is completed, the shape of the ground +within the jaws of the trap represents an inverted cone, in order to +give a foundation for the pan cover, commonly called the "trap pad." +The trap pad may be made of canvas, of old "slicker cloth," or even of +a piece of ordinary wire fly screen cut into the shape shown in Figure +2, A. The trap pad to be effective must contain no foreign odor that +might arouse the suspicion of wolf or coyote. + +In placing the trap pad over the pan and onto the shoulders of the dirt +built up for carrying it, the utmost care must be taken to see that no +rock, pebble, or dirt slips under the pan, which would prevent the trap +from springing. With the trap pad in place (fig. 2, A), the entire trap +is carefully covered with the remaining portion of earth on the setting +cloth (fig. 3, B). + +Cover traps at least half an inch deep with dry dust if possible. It is +well to have the covered surface over the trap a little lower than the +surrounding ground, for a wolf or a coyote is then less apt to scratch +and expose the trap without springing it. Furthermore, the animal +will throw more weight on a foot placed in a depression, and thus is +more likely to be caught deeper on the foot and with a firmer grip. +All surplus earth on the setting cloth not needed for covering the +trap should be taken a good distance away and scattered evenly on the +ground. + +[Illustration: B19744; B24416; B19745 + +FIGURE 3.--Completed trap sets, with ground made to blend again with +surroundings. The small stone in the foreground of A and the triangular +stick in B serve to break the natural gait of the animal and cause it +to step directly over it onto the pan of the trap; C, place the scent +on side of brush or weed that is nearest the trap] + +A few drops of scent are now applied (fig. 3, C) to the weed, cluster +of grass, or stubble used as the scent post. A scent tested and +successfully used by Government hunters is made as follows: + +[Sidenote: Scenting] + +PUT INTO a bottle the urine and the gall of a wolf or a coyote, +depending on which is to be trapped, and also the anal glands, which +are situated under the skin on either side of the vent and resemble +small pieces of bluish fat. If these glands can not be readily found, +the whole anal parts may be used. To every 3 ounces of the mixture +add 1 ounce of glycerin, to give it body and to prevent too rapid +evaporation, and 1 grain of corrosive sublimate to keep it from +spoiling. + +Let the mixture stand several days, then shake well and scatter a few +drops on weeds or ground 6 or 8 inches from the place where the trap +is set. The farther from the travelway the trap is set, the more scent +will be needed. A little of the scent should be rubbed on the trapper's +gloves and shoe soles to conceal the human odor. + +If the animals become "wise" to this kind of scent, an effective fish +scent may be prepared in the following way: + +Grind the flesh of sturgeon, eels, trout, suckers, carp, or other +oily variety of fish in a sausage mill, place in strong tin or iron +cans, and leave in a warm place of even temperature to decompose +thoroughly. Provide each can with a small vent to allow the escape of +gas (otherwise there is danger of explosion), but screen the aperture +with a fold of cloth to prevent flies depositing eggs, as the scent +seems to lose much of its quality if many maggots develop. This scent +may be used within 3 days after it is prepared, but it is more lasting +and penetrating after a lapse of 30 days. It is also very attractive to +livestock, and its use on heavily stocked ranges is not recommended, as +cattle are attracted to such scent stations and will spring the traps. + +An excellent system for a hunter to follow is to commence with a +quantity of ground fish placed in large iron containers, similar to a +milk can. As the original lot is used on the trap line, it should be +replenished by adding more ground fresh fish. The addition from time to +time of new material seems to improve the quality of the scent mixture. + +Where no moisture has fallen, rescenting of scent posts need be done +only every four or five days. In wet weather every third day is good +practice. For dropping the scent it is best to use a 2 to 4 ounce +shaker-corked bottle. + +The actual trapping of a wolf or a coyote by the method here described +occurs when the animal comes over its runway and is attracted to the +"post" by the scent that has been dropped. In approaching the spot for +a smell the animal invariably puts a foot on the concealed pan; the +jaws are thus released and the foot is securely held. The place where a +wolf or a coyote has thus been caught affords an excellent location for +a reset after the animal has been removed from the trap. This is due to +the natural scent dropped by the animal while in the trap. + +It is advisable always to wear gloves while setting traps and to use +them for no other purpose than for trap setting. + + +U. S. GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE: 1930 + + + For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, Washington, D. C. + Price 5 cents + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47735.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47735.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b2b58814c0dfda6944df18566437f0bd5dff2757 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47735.txt @@ -0,0 +1,461 @@ + + +[Illustration: + + THE + BULL CALF + AND + OTHER TALES, + + BY + A.B. FROST. + CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + NEW YORK. +] + + + + +[Illustration: + + COPYRIGHT + 1892 + + BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS + NEW YORK. +] + + + + +[Illustration: CONTENTS] + + + PAGE + + _1._ _The Humane Man and the Bull Calf_ _5_ + + _2._ _A Warning to Mutton that Thinks Itself Lamb_ _19_ + + _3._ _Antonio and Jeremiah; an Inharmonious Tale_ _29_ + + _4._ _Dizzy Joe_ _37_ + + _5._ _Violet's Experience_ _55_ + + _6._ _The Entire Discomfiture of Uneasy Walker_ _63_ + + _7._ _'Twas a Poem about Gentle Spring_ _73_ + + _8._ _The Kidnapping of Private Jean François: A Frontier_ + _Episode of the Next War_ _87_ + + _9._ _A Low Down Trick; or, Louisa's Capitulation_ _101_ + + _10._ _A Tale of Two Tails_ _109_ + + + + +[Illustration: _The Humane Man and the Bull Calf._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "Make veal of that pretty creature! 'Tis a shame!" says +the Humane Man. "I will buy him and take him home to the children."] + +[Illustration: "Ef Oi was you, Oi wud niver toi that rope around me +waist," says the former proprietor of the calf. + +"Oh, never fear; he is a gentle thing," says the Humane Man.] + +[Illustration: The "gentle thing" develops a tendency to play rather +startling to the Humane Man.] + +[Illustration: And takes him for a little dash down a stony hill,] + +[Illustration: But is stopped at the bottom by a small dog.] + +[Illustration: "Be still, little calfy, till I untie this cord--that's +a good little calfy," says the Humane Man.] + +[Illustration: Renewal of hostilities by the dog, and a circus +performance by the Humane Man and his purchase.] + +[Illustration: Sudden termination to the circus performance owing to +the want of more rope. "You micro-cephalous idiot," says the Humane +Man, "if I had a knife I'd----"] + +[Illustration: ----but the sentence is never finished, for again the +dog interferes and the Humane Man is unfurled.] + +[Illustration: The "pretty creature" becomes really alarmed and goes +through a break in the fence leaving the Humane Man in a serious +position.] + +[Illustration: Rescue of the Humane Man by natives--mutual +astonishment.] + +[Illustration: "Boys," says the Humane Man, "you may have that calf--he +is yours on condition that he is made at once into _veal_--_minced +veal!!_"] + + + + +[Illustration: An adventure that befel Maria and Tobias. + A warning to Mutton that thinks itself Lamb.] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "Look at that hill, Maria; when we was children how we +did roll down hills like that. Wouldn't it be fun now?" + +"Lor'! Toby! we're too old and fat fer the likes of that." + +"Fat nothin'! come on, let's do it?" + +"Well, you go ahead, I'll foller."] + +[Illustration: "Hi! Maria, aint this glorious?--like we was children +agin!?" + +"I don't know, Toby, I think I'll stop!"] + +[Illustration: "Hold on, Maria; stop me!!!" + +"Hold on to what, you ole fool, stop yerself!"] + +[Illustration: "Them--was--briars--Maria!!" + +"Think--I'm--'s--big--fool--as--you?"] + +[Illustration: "Hol'--on--Maria--hol'--on." + +"I--won't--ol'--fool!"] + +[Illustration: "Are you there, Maria?" + +"What's left of me's here!" + +"Hol' on tight, Maria, we may start agin any minit!" + +"I wish _you_ would, and never stop!"] + +[Illustration: "Well, you're a nice lookin' objeck, Maria." + +"If I look half as bad as you, I want to die right here!"] + +[Illustration: _Voices of the night_: "You ole fool, I wish I'd never +seen you." + +"Fool who? You proposed it, Maria!" etc., etc.] + + + + +[Illustration: Antonio and Jeremiah, an inharmonious tale.] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe.] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"I 'clar it's a shame to burn up a good +suit ov cloze like dem, jist when de man's gittin well, too!!"] + +[Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"Foh de lan's sake! I haint got a match! +and dey aint a house widin a mile ov dis!! Have to go git one though!"] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe, the Wanderer:--"Well, here's luck! The +gen'l'min's gone in ter swim and fergot to cum out. Looks as if they'd +jist fit me!"] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I hope these cloze won't be as hard ter git +out of as they was to git in ter! I'll jist give him my ole uns soze +he'll have _somethin'_ to wear!"] + +[Illustration: Mr. Hankins:--"Jerusalem de golden! I never see a suit +ov cloze go to pieces quick ez dat suit of cloze did; dey must be jist +chock full er germs!" (_Dizzy Joe takes in the situation._)] + +[Illustration: Voice from behind the fence:--"Lemme out!!! Come back +you black sinner and help me out!! Help!! Murder!!"] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I-didn't-expect-to-have-to-take no +bath-this-year-but-if-I-must--] + +[Illustration: . . . .--I must."] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I don't believe Adam and Eve ever made no +suit of cloze outer leaves. I'd like ter ketch that black hyena that +burned up my Sunday duds."] + +[Illustration: (_A month later._) Mr. Peter Hisites:--"This _is_ great. +The quiet solitude of the mighty woods _and_ a good lunch is what fits +_me_."] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"Excuse me, sir! I--whatsermatter?"] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe:--"I was only about to remark, sir, when you +slipped off the log, that I would like to buy one of them sangwishes if +you'll take my note for it at thirty days."] + +[Illustration: Mr. Peter Hisites (_ten minutes later_):--"Do you catch +on? We'll make fifty dollars a week apiece and our board an' washin' +out of it!"] + +[Illustration: Mr. Peter Hisites:--"As I was sayin', there's more'n one +way of wearin' a coat."] + +[Illustration: Mr. Peter Hisites:--"Step up, gen'l'min! Here's the +wild man of Hankhunkamunk; captured him myself, after a desperate +resistance, jist as I am. He's very dangerous; I carry a gun all the +time."] + +[Illustration: Dizzy Joe (_to his spouse_):--"My dear, this beats +wanderin' on a mountain in a straw ulster, and livin' on jerked black +snake and blueberries--you bet!!"] + + + + +[Illustration: Violet's experience.] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "You Lucullus Juniper! Has yo' done gone into yo' secon' +chile-hood? What you bringin' ole woreout cast-iron images wif dey arms +broke off roun' here fo'?" + +"Don' you pester yo'sef 'bout dat figger Emmerline Jane; dat's a little +surprise fo' Vi'let!"] + +[Illustration: "Now you Vi'let, dis here gen'l'min is a mos' pertickler +fren' ov mine. If I go 'way an' leave you, I don' want none ov yo' +kicken tricks; you heah me?"] + +[Illustration: "Dat's a mos' pertickler fren' ov his'n; well, I should +smile!"--] + +[Illustration: --"but bizness is bizness, an' here goes--!"] + +[Illustration: "----!!!!!"] + +[Illustration: "Brer 'Cullus, yo' 'pears to be mighty cheerful fo' a +man dat's stanin' on the aidge ov de grave!" + +"I ain' gwine ter die jist yit, Brer Hacklefeather!" + +"Ain' dat yo' kicken' muel Vi'let?" + +"Dis here my muel Vi'let, but she ain' a kicken mule no mo'! She done +had a 'sperience!"] + + + + +[Illustration: _The entire discomfiture of Uneasy Walker._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Hatching the plot.] + +[Illustration: Setting the bait.] + +[Illustration: Waiting for the signal.] + +[Illustration: The action begins.] + +[Illustration: Is continued with warmth.] + +[Illustration: The situation becomes desperate.] + +[Illustration: Dictating the terms of surrender.] + +[Illustration: The capitulation.] + + + + +[Illustration: _'Twas a Poem About Gentle Spring._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Editor of the Weekly Whoop (_alone_):--"Been up all +night with the baby, head aches, three libel suits on hand, men on +strike, subscriptions falling off, what next? Murder would be a pastime +fer me now----Come in!!!"] + +[Illustration: Editor W. W.:--"_What!_ a poem on Spring! I'll spring +you----!!!"] + +[Illustration: Small Quiet Party:--"Excuse me, sir, jist hold on a +minute----"] + +[Illustration: "I didn't expect to have to do no fightin', but if I +_must_ I'll have to get this 'ere coat off. Jist go up there a half a +second!!"] + +[Illustration: Editor:--"Wha--Wha--What do you want?" + +Small Party:--"I was a-givin' Mr. Snees, the poet, a sparrin' lesson +an' he says, jist slip my coat on an' run over to the _Weekly Whoop_ +with this 'ere Spring poem, while I git me breath." + +Editor W. W.:--"Who are _you_?" + +Small Party:--"Jist excuse me----] + +[Illustration: a half a second----] + +[Illustration: and----] + +[Illustration: I'll give you----] + +[Illustration: my card----Professor Bolero, Cannon Ball Tosser and +Lightning Change Artist, sir, to the Crowned Heads of Europe, sir."] + +[Illustration: Small Party:--"I'm a poor man, sir, with a large family, +sir, an' I'd be very thankful for any small jobs, sir, like givin' you +sparrin' lessons, or massage, or takin' care of the furnace, sir!" + +Editor W. W.:--"Well, call in again, Professor. This is my busy day."] + +[Illustration: Editor W. W.:--"_Come in!!_"] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: _The Kidnapping of Private Jean François: a frontier +episode of the next war._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: _A low down trick or Louisa's capitulation._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "Dat's a bad trick yo' muel Louisa's got, Brer Jackson!" + +"I done bruk ebery shubel an' broom on de place on dat muel an' kyant +cure her, Brer Peters." + +"I kin, Brer Jackson!" + +"Brer Peters, ef you cure that muel I gwine giv' yo' two pullets an' a +water-million."] + +[Illustration: "I'se gwine off heah in de bushes, an' ef yo' a +honorable muel like w'at you looks like, yo' gwine to stan' still, an' +no pullin' on dat ole rope, w'at ain't strong, nohow; you heah me?"] + +[Illustration: "Look a' dat, Brer Jackson; look a' dat!" + +"Ki, Brer Peters, ain' she a-gwine?"] + +[Illustration: "Is yo' hurt, Louisa? Po' Louisa! I reely 'stonished +w'en I see yo' git a fall like dat." + +"Did yo' foots slip, Louisa? W'at make yo' jump in de water dat-a-way?" + +"_Po' Louisa!_"] + +[Illustration: "Louisa look kin' a down-hearted Brer Jackson." + +"Dey ain' no mo' pull back in that muel; I jist keep de blinkers on her +and tie her wif a piece of cotton thread dese days."] + + + + +[Illustration: _A tale of two tails._] + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + + Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. + The spelling inconsistencies of the original have been retained in + this book. + Obvious printing mistakes have been corrected. + Page 4, "Francois" changed to "François." + Page 12, single opening quotation mark changed to double opening + quotation mark. + Page 60, closing quotation mark added. + Page 77, closing quotation mark placed at the end of the sentence. + Page 78, opening quotation mark added. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Bull Calf and Other Tales, by A. B. Frost + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47737.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47737.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..57817c6eeb700d111d3f72a5efbb132c8f2db4dc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47737.txt @@ -0,0 +1,602 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the numereous original illustrations. + See 47737-h.htm or 47737-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/47737/pg47737-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/47737/47737-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + https://archive.org/details/fromaustralianfr00lond + + +Transcriber's note: + + Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). + + Superscripted text is enclosed in curly brackets + (example: 2{nd}). + + + + + +FROM THE AUSTRALIAN FRONT + + +[Illustration: "Cook." + +Drawn by Will Dyson.] + + +FROM THE AUSTRALIAN FRONT + +The Net Profits from Sales will be devoted +to Australian Soldiers' Patriotic Fund + + + + + + + +Cassell and Company, Ltd +London, New York, Toronto and Melbourne +1917 + + + + +_The Photographs in this book are reproduced from Australian +and British official negatives taken by the following official +photographers--Capt. F. Hurley, Lieut. E. Brooks, Lieut. H. F. Baldwin, +and Lieut. G. H. Wilkins, A.F.C._ + + + + +[Illustration: Header showing mounted soldier and horse-drawn wagon.] + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +At Christmas, two years ago, as a result of the hard work of its +Editors and other members of the A.I.F., we were presented with an +excellent production in the form of the "Anzac Book." That was our +second Christmas at war. We are now approaching our fourth, and let +us hope it may be the last one during which we shall find ourselves +fighting. Our kind friends have again come forward and presented us +with a book, not quite so ambitious as the "Anzac Book" was, but one +which we hope will convey to those whom we left behind in Australia, +and who we know are thinking of us, some idea of our surroundings on +the battle fronts of the Australians; and which carries with it our +whole-hearted hopes and good wishes for those at home. + +With it, I feel I have the privilege of sending my most grateful thanks +to all for their past work, and my best of good wishes to every member +of the A.I.F. for the future. + +[Illustration: Signature] + + FRANCE, + _28th September, 1917_. + +[Illustration: Footer showing soldiers walking] + +[Illustration: "What! Last another five years?"] + +[Illustration: The Leader: A Winter Snapshot of General Birdwood and +his Chief of Staff.] + +[Illustration: The Abbey de Bertin, St. Omer.] + +[Illustration: Winter in France. + +The Jock: "Weel, Anzac, and what are ye going to do when the war's +ower?" + +Frozen Bill: "Me? I'm goin' to the centre of Australia for two bloomin' +years to thaw out."] + +[Illustration: The Arrival in Flanders.] + +[Illustration: One of the Earliest Battalions to enter the Trenches in +France.] + +[Illustration: One of the Early Billets: A Bomb School in Flanders.] + +[Illustration: Snapped in a Farm in Flanders.] + +[Illustration: The Headquarters Cook-house in the Peaceful Line.] + +[Illustration: In the Early Days: An Estaminet reached by jumping out +of the Communication Trench within 800 yards of the Front Line.] + +[Illustration: The Dug-outs which we used to build.] + +[Illustration: The Trenches amongst the Summer Flowers.] + +[Illustration: In the Peaceful Line.] + +[Illustration: No-Man's-Land in the Peaceful Line. + +It was across exactly such a spot, but wider, that the Australians +charged when first they entered heavy fighting in France before +Fromelles, on July 19, 1916.] + +[Illustration: Pozières. + +Just after midnight on July 23, 1916, those Australians who had been +brought South and put into the Great Battle of the Somme, attacked and +took this village. A few walls and rafters were then remaining.] + +[Illustration: The Chalk-pit past which they approached.] + +[Illustration: "Gibraltar." + +A reinforced concrete entrance to a cellar and German dug-out. The +surrounding house had long been blown away.] + +[Illustration: One of the old 5·9 Howitzers taken in the First +Assault.] + +[Illustration: Sausage Valley: The Busiest Thoroughfare in the +Australian World in those Days.] + +[Illustration: A Famous Staff at Breakfast in Sausage Valley.] + +[Illustration: Fatigue Parties in the Moonlight.] + +[Illustration: Ammunition Wagons galloping past the Long Guns in +Sausage Valley.] + +[Illustration: A Gun of the R.A.G.A. near Fricourt.] + +[Illustration: The Bombardment of Pozières by the Germans in the First +Days of August, 1916.] + +[Illustration: Pozières Windmill: The Summit of the Somme. + +Captured on August 4 after two heavy fights.] + +[Illustration: Centre Way, near Pozières Church.] + +[Illustration: One of the "O.G." Lines near Pozières Windmill. + +They were blotted out here by bombardment.] + +[Illustration: The Main Street of Pozières from Centreway Trench.] + +[Illustration: The Church at Pozières.] + +[Illustration: The Cemetery at Pozières.] + +[Illustration: Machine-gunners coming out past Casualty Corner: +Contalmaison in the distance.] + +[Illustration: A Victorian Brigade straight out of Pozières passing +another Victorian Brigade on its way in.] + +[Illustration: Mouquet Farm: The Next Stage in the Pozières Fight. + +Looking towards Pozières, which is about a mile away beyond the crest.] + +[Illustration: Australians in the Dressing-station at Becourt Château +during the early days of Pozières.] + +[Illustration: The Shell-holes of Pozières Village during the following +Winter.] + +[Illustration: Unveiling the Memorial put up to one of the Australian +Divisions which fought at Pozières.] + +[Illustration: + +Brother Dost Thou See Them + +A Soldier of the Cross (Iron) + +Come Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs + +He Liveth Long Who Liveth Well (The Battalion Q.M.S.) + +Throw Out the Life-line + +One There Is Who Loves Thee + +Knocking Knocking Who Is There + +Where Is My Boy Tonight. + +What Means This Eager Anxious Throng (The Rum Ration) + + W L King + 60{th} Batt + A I F + +Hymn Titles Adapted.] + +[Illustration: In the Field Dressing-station. + +The Padre: "Are you an R.C., my lad?" + +The Hard Case: "No, I'm a machine-gunner."] + +[Illustration: Officer: "Why do you not salute?" + +Anzac: "Well, to tell you the truth, digger, we've cut it right out."] + +[Illustration: Remembrances? + +"What does that noise remind you of?" + +"'Ome on a Saturday night."] + +[Illustration: Shell- and Mine-torn Ground at Hill 60, Ypres.] + +[Illustration: The same: Very Extensive Defensive Works were undertaken +by the Australian Troops at Ypres in 1916 during the short time within +which they stayed there.] + +[Illustration: Australians Re-entering the Somme in the Autumn, 1916. +Mud-splashed Gun-teams along the road to Montauban.] + +[Illustration: A Cook-house in Montauban.] + +[Illustration: The Field Cooker in a Winter Billet behind the Somme.] + +[Illustration: Fritz's Folly: Scene of a Winter Fight on the Somme.] + +[Illustration: The Somme Mud: In the Trenches.] + +[Illustration: Where the Mud was a Tragedy: The Carriage of the +Wounded.] + +[Illustration: The First Immense Alleviation: Tramways.] + +[Illustration: A Second Alleviation: The Duckboards.] + +[Illustration: The Somme Mud: At the Water Point, Montauban.] + +[Illustration: A First Improvement in Trenches: A Dry Trench in the +Front Line.] + +[Illustration: Flers: Held by the Australians all the Winter.] + +[Illustration: Factory Corner near Flers: A Notable Point during the +Winter.] + +[Illustration: A Precious Consolation: Hot Coffee in Jam Tins at the +Comfort Fund's Stall, Longueval. + +The two splendid men who are serving in this picture were both killed +when the Town Hall at Bapaume was blown down by a delayed German mine.] + +[Illustration: The Winter Hospital: In the Chapel at Millencourt.] + +[Illustration: The Canteen: Behind the Somme.] + +[Illustration: All that is Left of Gueudecourt--the Pond and the +Church.] + +[Illustration: Machine Gun Firing at an Aeroplane.] + +[Illustration: Martinpuich.] + +[Illustration: Optimism. + +"Well, thank God, at least there are no flies!"] + +[Illustration: Stiffness. + +1st Anzac: "Blime, digger, we're stiff. Beer's all froze." + +2nd Ditto: "Wonder if they'll sell it by the block."] + +[Illustration: A "Rum" Fellow But "Somme" Boy. + +John P. Davis + +A.I.F + +(53{rd} Bn.)] + +[Illustration: Across the Snow, Near Flers, Jan. 1917. + +The Duckboards.] + +[Illustration: The Butte De Warlencourt, March 23{rd} 1917. + +The Butte; When we were able to look back on it.] + +[Illustration: The Snow: Near Bazentin. + +The latter part of the winter was very bitter, with six weeks' +continuous frost, but immensely preferable to the mud of the earlier +months.] + +[Illustration: Australian Transport in the Snow.] + +[Illustration: A Game of Pitch-and-Toss amongst the Reserve Troops.] + +[Illustration: Spoiling the German Coal-dump in the Winter's +No-Man's-Land. + +On February 24, 1917, the Germans were found to be evacuating their +lines on the Somme. This photograph shows men getting coal from the old +German railway dump, which all the Winter had been in No-Man's-Land +before Le Sars. The Butte of Warlencourt appears in the background.] + +[Illustration: Engineers beginning on the Track across "The Maze," part +of the old German Front Line which had been held all the Winter.] + +[Illustration: German Heavy Shell searching for Australian Batteries +which had been hurriedly pushed forward to Eaucourt l'Abbaye.] + +[Illustration: Supports waiting in the Public Grounds at Bapaume--its +old Fortress Moat--on the day on which they followed the Germans +through the Town.] + +[Illustration: The Streets of Bapaume on the Day of its Occupation. + +It had been blown up and burnt by the Germans.] + +[Illustration: A Band playing in Bapaume the Day after its Capture. The +Town was still Burning.] + +[Illustration: Bapaume Town Hall. + +A mine with delayed fuse was under the building at the time this +photograph was taken. It blew up a few days later.] + +[Illustration: Australian Transport halted in Bapaume when the Streets +had just been cleared.] + +[Illustration: One of the Villages which were taken after Sharp +Fighting as the Advance began to approach Cambrai.] + +[Illustration: An Australian Battery coming into Position beyond +Bapaume.] + +[Illustration: An Impression.] + +[Illustration: Bringing up Rations.] + +[Illustration: One of the Villages in the open beyond Bapaume. + +Most of the trees throughout this country were cut down by the Germans +before leaving.] + +[Illustration: The Hindenburg Line taken on April 11, 1917, and again +on May 3.] + +[Illustration: Shrapnel-Burst over our Stretcher-Bearers.] + +[Illustration: A Trench Mortar in the Hindenburg Line.] + +[Illustration: The Advanced Ambulance Wagon during the Bullecourt Days.] + +[Illustration: The Winter in Northern Billets. + +Even in the best trenches the mud was a problem.] + +[Illustration: The Division which broke through the Hindenburg Wire +reviewed by Gen. Birdwood after the Fight.] + +[Illustration: An Australian Artillery Officer's Home on the Somme.] + +[Illustration: Gen Birdwood presenting Captain H. Murray, V.C., with +the Ribbon of the D.S.O. to which he Won a Bar at Bullecourt. (Gen. +Holmes in the background.)] + +[Illustration: How Rations to Troops _should_ be Served.] + +[Illustration: How they Serve _Themselves_ if Allowed to.] + +[Illustration: Overheard in a French Village. + +The Boy: "Hello, Bully Beef!"] + +[Illustration: From a Christmas Letter. + + "I was eatin' Christmas puddin' in the mud, + When a whizzbang 'it me collar wiv a thud, + An' I honestly expected that me bits 'ud be collected, + But my luck was in--the beggar was a dud."] + +[Illustration: "I say, cobber, got 'ny room in there for me an' another +bloke?"] + +[Illustration: "When we had to thaw our boots before we could put them +on our remarks were not pleasant to hear."] + +[Illustration: 1. My Home in Dixie.] + +[Illustration: 2. My Home with a Dixie.] + +[Illustration: Australians studying the large Contour Map which was +made for the Troops to give them a good knowledge of the country around +Messines over which they had to attack.] + +[Illustration: A Wagon rushing a road during the German shelling of our +Batteries before Messines.] + +[Illustration: A German Shell bursting during the Messines Battle.] + +[Illustration: All that is left of the German Front Line at Messines.] + +[Illustration: A German Shell-burst during the Battle of Messines.] + +[Illustration: Battle of Messines: A Lorry-load of Australians watching +a Burning Dump which had been hit by the German Shelling.] + +[Illustration: The Ridge at Messines: Scene of the Attack on June 7, +1917.] + +[Illustration: All that is left of Messines.] + +[Illustration: A German Concrete and Steel Blockhouse of the type which +Australians first met at Messines.] + +[Illustration: A German Concrete Blockhouse at Messines. + +Showing bits of the old "camouflage" for screening it on top, and the +sockets for machine-gun ammunition let into the rear face of it.] + +[Illustration: A German "Pill-Box" Shelter at Messines.] + +[Illustration: Messines: Wounded Coming Back during the Fight.] + +[Illustration: Maj.-Gen. W. Holmes, C.M.G., D.S.O., Killed near +Messines shortly after the Battle.] + +[Illustration: An Australian Heavy Howitzer in Action.] + +[Illustration: Coming out of the Line for a Rest.] + +[Illustration: Behind the Lines: H.M. The King, with Gen. Birdwood +leaving an Australian Sports Ground.] + +[Illustration: Fatigue Work somewhere on the Somme Front.] + +[Illustration: Extract from Intelligence Report: + +"Yesterday two of our pigeons failed to return."] + +[Illustration: Divisional Baths. + +Billjim: "'Ow do yer git into the bloomin' bath, digger?" + +Orderly (thoughtfully): "Do yer see that tap? Well, crawl up through +it."] + +[Illustration: Some Duds. + +1. Fritz: "Vill ve not another strategic retreat make when I haf nice +fixed up my dug-out?" + +2. Christmas Cheer--A Dud. + +3. Après la Guerre--Another Dud.] + +[Illustration: "Somebody's Darling."] + +[Illustration: My God!] + +[Illustration: A Brigade A.F.A. out for a Brief Rest after many months +in the Firing Line.] + +[Illustration: Part of an old big Crater at Hill 60, near Ypres.] + +[Illustration: Beginning of the Battle beyond Ypres: A Howitzer in +Action.] + +[Illustration: A Siege Battery in Action: Firing a Howitzer.] + +[Illustration: How the Guns are Worked in Gas.] + +[Illustration: A Scene on a Road near Ypres.] + +[Illustration: Ruins of the Cloth Hall, Ypres.] + +[Illustration: Shell Bursting amid the Ruins of Ypres.] + +[Illustration: Ruins at Ypres.] + +[Illustration: Ruins at Ypres.] + +[Illustration: A Big Crater. This was 75 yards in circumference.] + +[Illustration: After the Battle of Menin Road. + +Wounded waiting to be taken to the dressing-station.] + +[Illustration: Clearing the Roadway.] + +THE GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND. + +(With apologies to Capt. Bruce Bairnsfather.) + +[Illustration: France, 11.30 p.m. "I wonder if the same dear old Moon is +shining through her bedroom window."] + +[Illustration: Blighty, 11.30 p.m. The Girl: "How annoying this beastly +old Moon is!"] + +[Illustration: One of the old Platoon. + +Drawn by Will Dyson.] + +[Illustration: Food for the Guns.] + +[Illustration: Scene in an Advanced Dressing-Station.] + +[Illustration: A Shell burst in Glencorse Wood.] + +[Illustration: Australian Pioneers construct a Roadway while the Battle +is proceeding.] + +[Illustration: Boche Prisoners assisting to bring in our Wounded.] + +[Illustration: Conducting Battle Operations.] + +[Illustration: Communications must be kept up at all costs, and +these men are seen going to run out New Lines during the Battle of +Zonnebeke.] + +[Illustration: The Effect of a 9.2 British Shell on a Reinforced +Concrete German Dug-out. + +The dug-out was some feet below the surface of the ground and the +concrete roof and wall were over 2 feet thick.] + +[Illustration: A Boche Residence that is practically Shell-proof.] + +[Illustration: An Australian Pigeons Dispatch Rider leaving Signals +H.Q.] + +[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: A Procession of Boche +Prisoners to our rear.] + +[Illustration: Boche Prisoners wearing their Characteristic Helmets.] + +[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: The Type of Ground over which +the Advance was made during September.] + +[Illustration: A Few "Empties" used during the Battle of Zonnebeke.] + +[Illustration: A Captured Strong Point. + +Note the great thickness of concrete above the entrance.] + +[Illustration: A Captured Flammenwerfer.] + +[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: The Advanced Line in +Shell-holes.] + +[Illustration: After a Battle: Wounded awaiting Ambulance Transport.] + +[Illustration: What it Feels Like without a Pass when on Leave.] + +[Illustration: The Clean Page--When?] + +PRINTED BY CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED, LA BELLE SAUVAGE, LONDON, E.C.4 +F. 1000. 1117 + + + + + +----------------------------------------------------------------- + + | Transcriber's note: | + | | + | Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. | + +------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47915.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47915.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3cc53bf52192b074289addac476ee153c471b4d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47915.txt @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ + + + THE BROCHURE SERIES + The Ducal Palace: Venice + Types of Italian Garden Fountains + SEPTEMBER, 1900 + + +[Illustration: PLATE LXVII COURT OF THE DUCAL PALACE] + + + + + THE + BROCHURE SERIES + OF ARCHITECTURAL ILLUSTRATION. + + 1900. SEPTEMBER No. 9. + + + + + THE DUCAL PALACE: VENICE + + +"Considered as the principal representation of the Venetian school +of architecture, the Ducal Palace is the Parthenon of Venice," wrote +Ruskin. To know its history would be to know the entire history of +the Republic, for it was not alone the residence of her doges, but at +different epochs her senate-house, her court of justice, a prison, and +even a place of execution. Combining thus in one structure, as it does, +the greatest architectural and the greatest historical importance, +there is, perhaps, no more interesting monument now existing in the +world. + +In his suggestive work upon Italy, Taine has vividly described the +effect of a first sight of the Ducal Palace. "Like a magnificent jewel +in a brilliant setting, it effaces its surroundings," he writes. +"Never has like architecture been seen. All here is novel. You feel +yourself drawn out of the conventional; you realize that there is an +entire world outside the Classic or Gothic forms which we impose on +ourselves and endlessly repeat; that human invention is illimitable, +and that, like nature, it may break all the rules, and produce a +perfect work after a model opposed in every particular to that to which +we are instructed to conform. Every habit of the eye is reversed; +and, with surprise and delight, we here see oriental fancy grafting +the full on the empty instead of the empty on the full. A colonnade +of robust shafts bears a second and lighter one decorated with ogives +and trefoils, while upon this frail support expands a massive wall of +red and white marble, whose courses interlace in designs and reflect +the light. Above, a cornice of open pyramids, pinnacles, spiracles +and festoons intersects the sky with its border,--a marble vegetation +bristling and blooming above the vermilion and pearly tones of the +façade. + +"You enter the courtyard, and immediately your eyes are filled with a +new richness. Nothing is bare or cold. Erudite and critical pedantry +has not here intervened, under the pretext of purity and correctness, +to restrain lively imagination and the craving for visual enjoyment. +The builders of Venice were not austere; they did not restrict +themselves to the prescriptions of books; they did not make up their +minds to yawn admiringly at a façade which had been sanctioned by +Vitruvious; they wanted an architectural work to delight their whole +sentient being. They decked it with ornaments, columns and statues, +they rendered it luxurious and joyous. They placed colossal pagans like +Mars and Neptune on it, and flanked them with biblical figures like +Adam and Eve; the sculptors of the fifteenth century enlivened it with +their lank realistic effigies, and those of the sixteenth with their +animated and muscular statues. + +[Illustration: PLATE LXVIII SCALA DEI GIGANTI: DUCAL PALACE] + +"You mount the princely steps with a sort of timidity and respect, +ashamed of the dull black coat you wear, and reminded by contrast of +the embroidered silk robes, the pompous sweeping dalmatics, the +Byzantine tiaras and brodekins,--all that seigniorial magnificence for +which these marble stairways were designed. All the genius of the city +at its brightest period assembled here to glorify imperial Venice in +the erection of a memorial of her victories and an apotheosis of her +grandeur." + +[Illustration: DUCAL PALACE[1] PIAZZETTA AND SEA FAÇADES] + +The history of the construction of the Palace is obscure and +confusing,--a bald array of senatorial decrees and dates. The original +Doges' Palace, probably a small fortified castle, was built early +in the ninth century, and in the troublous period of early Venetian +history was frequently burned and rebuilt. At the end of the twelfth +century Sebastiano Ziani restored and enlarged it. The present palace +was begun in 1300 by the building of the west façade, and was a slow +growth extending over nearly three centuries, the older building of +Ziani being gradually pulled down as room was required for the new +work. About 1309 the arcaded sea-front was begun; and the design then +adopted was accurately followed along the whole external façade. +Towards the end of the fourteenth century the façade had been carried +along the Piazzetta side as far as the tenth capital. At this point +the work seems to have remained stationary for some years, and a +considerable portion of Ziani's palace was still in existence. In +1422 a decree was passed that the new palace should be extended over +the site of Ziani's building; and in a few years the remainder of the +external façade was completed up to its juncture with the Church of St. +Mark. The Porta della Carta, which unites the Palace with the Church, +was added in 1439. The internal block in the great court, joining the +Porta della Carta to the east façade was built about 1462. In 1479 +a fire consumed part of the fourteenth century buildings along the +east front, and this part was then rebuilt, mostly between 1480 and +1550. These, in brief, are the facts (for which we are indebted to the +account of Prof. J. H. Middleton) upon which historians have in general +come to agree, though there is still difference of opinion as to the +exact portions of the structure to which the various decrees refer. + +[Illustration: PLATE LXIX SCALA D'ORO: DUCAL PALACE] + +An interesting theory concerning the design of the palace, and +incidentally a critical estimate of its architecture, has been given +us by Mr. George Edmund Street in his scholarly treatise upon "Brick +and Marble in the Middle Ages." "The whole design" he writes, +"is divided into three stages in height. The upper is nearly equal +to the united height of the two lower stages, and is faced entirely +with a delicate diaper of marble cut into small oblong pieces, which +look save in their texture and color, only too much like bricks. In +this marble-faced wall are pierced a number of windows with pointed +arches--the tracery of which has been taken out--and in or near the +centre of each façade is a much larger window and a balcony, which +look as though they had been subsequently inserted. The lowest stage +consists of a long and uniform arcade of very simple pointed arches +resting upon circular columns with elaborately carved capitals; these +columns have been shortened by some twenty inches of their old height +by the rise of the water and the consequent elevation of the pavement, +to the great damage of their effect. The intermediate stage is a +magnificent arcade supporting very vigorous tracery and divided from +the stages above and below it by large and pronounced lines of carved +and moulded string-courses. + +[Illustration: DUCAL PALACE DETAIL OF CEILING, ANTE CHAMBER OF THE + CHAPEL] + +"It is important to observe that up to the top of the second +string-course the whole of the architecture is of the very best kind +of Venetian pointed, and is, I believe, the very best and truest +specimen of Gothic architecture south of the Alps. + +"Above this noble work comes the third stage; and I confess, to my +eye, with patent marks in every stone of which it is composed that it +was designed by some other hand than that which had been so successful +below. There is something quite chilling in the great waste of plain, +unbroken wall, coming above the extreme richness of the arcades which +support it; and moreover this placing of the richer work below and +the plainer above is so contrary, not only to all ordinary canons +of architecture, but just as much to the ordinary practice of the +Venetians, that I feel sure that the impression which I have had from +my first acquaintance with drawings of it is substantially correct; +viz., that the line at which alterations and additions have been made +is to be looked for rather in a _horizontal_ than in a _vertical_ +direction; that in all probability, consequently, the builders of 1309 +commenced with some portion of the sea-façade, and gradually carried on +the greater part of the building to the height of the two stages, as +we now see them, leaving the building finished in precisely the same +way as the corresponding halls at Padua and Vicenza--two stories in +height, with arcades covering the outer walls of the upper as well as +of the lower stage; and that when the council chamber was found to be +too small and larger rooms were required, another architect suggested +the advantage of obtaining them by raising an immense story above the +others and without destroying much of his predecessor's work providing +rooms on the most magnificent scale for the Doge and his council. + +[Illustration: PLATE LXX SALA DEL MAGGIOR CONSIGLIO: DUCAL PALACE] + +"No one can examine the building without seeing that there is, not only +in the detail but equally in the general design, a marked difference +between the two lower stages and the upper stage. In place of the +extreme boldness which marks every part of the former, we see mouldings +reduced in the latter to the smallest and meanest section possible; the +windows of the upper stage are badly designed, whilst the traceries of +the second stage are as fine as they can possibly be; the parapet too +is not equal in its design to any of the lower work, and crowns with +an insignificant grotesqueness the noble symmetry of the two lower +arcades; and finally the chequer-work of marble, which forms the whole +of the upper wall, is a mode of construction which I have not seen in +any early work, though it is seen in the Porta della Carta, and in +other late work. + +"Such, then, is the Ducal Palace,--a building certainly in some +respects of almost unequalled beauty, but at the same time of unequal +merit; its first and second stages quite perfect in their bold and +nervous character, and, in the almost interminable succession of the +same beautiful features in shaft and arch and tracery, forming one of +the grandest proofs in the world of the exceeding value of perfect +regularity, and of a repetition of good features in architecture, when +it is possible to obtain it on a very large scale." + +The whole Palace forms three sides of an unsymmetrical hollow square, +the back, or north side, abutting upon St. Mark's Church. The great +internal Court (Plate LXVII.) was begun at the end of the fifteenth +century, but then only partially completed. It is surrounded on the +south, east and west sides by Gothic arcades of very similar style to +those on the exterior. Even in the sixteenth century portion the same +main outline was followed, though the detail is different. + +The entrance to the Courtyard, at the northwest angle adjoining St. +Mark's, is through the Porta della Carta (so called because official +notices were affixed to it), which was the last Gothic work added to +the Palace. Across the court and opposite this entrance is a very +beautiful staircase in the early-Renaissance style, built in the middle +of the fifteenth century by Antonio Ricci. It is called the "Giant's +Staircase" (Plate LXVIII.) from its two colossal and rather clumsy +statues of Neptune and Mars. Between these statues the doges stood to +be inaugurated. + +Reached by this staircase is a second, the so-called "Golden Staircase" +(Plate LXIX.), which derives its name either from the fact that it +was formerly accessible only to those whose names were entered in the +"Golden Book"--a list of the Venetian nobility,--or from the richness +of its decoration, and this leads to the great apartments in the +interior. It was designed by Jacapo Sansovino, and completed in 1577. + +[Illustration: DUCAL PALACE FIREPLACE IN DOGE'S BED-CHAMBER] + +Owing to a great fire which gutted a great part of the Palace in +1574, the internal appearance of the council chambers and the state +apartments of the doges was completely changed, and a splendid series +of early Paduan and Venetian paintings which adorned the walls of the +chief rooms was destroyed. The interiors were then redecorated with +their present magnificence, some idea of which may be gained from a +mere enumeration of those who shared in the work. As architects there +were Palladio, Sansovino, Scammozzi, Lombardi and Antonio da Ponte; as +sculptors and decorators Vittoria, Aspetti, Segala, Campagna, Bombarda +and di Silo; as painters Titian, Paul Veronese, Tintoret, Vivarini, +Palma, Tiepolo, and many others; so that each room became, as Ruskin +has said, "a colossal casket of priceless treasure." + +[Illustration: PLATE LXXI SALA DELLO SCRUTINO: DUCAL PALACE] + +It will, however, be unnecessary to describe in detail each apartment +illustrated by our engravings, even did space permit. Intended as +spacious audience chambers to afford dignified and magnificent +surroundings for the stately scenes which were to be enacted +within them, they are all enriched in the same general style, with +panelling, carving, and gilded mouldings of the later Renaissance; the +architectonic decorations being chiefly designed as a setting for the +multitude of noble pictures. + +The largest and most important of these apartments is the Hall of the +Great Council (Plate LXX.), in which the entire body of the Venetian +nobility met to consider questions of state. This immense room is +fifty-five yards long, twenty-eight yards wide, and forty-seven +feet high. The greatest of the Venetian masters were employed upon +the ceiling; the entire east wall is occupied by Tintoretto's +"Paradise"--said to be the largest oil painting in the world--and the +walls are adorned with portraits of the doges and scenes from the +history of the republic. + +In the Sala dello Scrutino or Voting Hall (Plate LXXI.), the forty-one +nobles were elected by whom the doges were afterwards chosen. Opposite +the entrance is a representation of the triumphal arch erected by the +senate in 1694 to commemorate the conquest of Morea. + +The Sala del Senato (Plate LXXII.), was the hall in which the full +senate assembled in formal session. It is also called the Sala dei +Pregadi because originally notice was sent to each senator to _pregare_ +or summon him to attend the meetings. Beyond this room, to the right +of the throne, is an ante-chamber to the private chapel of the doges. +A portion of the ceiling of this ante-chamber, executed in the +seventeenth century, is shown on page 139. + +The Anticollegio (Plate LXXIII.), or waiting room for the ambassadors, +was designed by Scammozzi, and contains Paul Veronese's celebrated +painting, "The Rape of Europa." + +The Anticollegio leads to the Sala del Collegio (Plate LXXIV.), in +which audiences were granted to foreign emissaries. On the raised +platform stood the Doge's throne, and in the stall-like seats around it +sat the state councillors. + +[Illustration: PLATE LXXII SALA DEL SENATO: DUCAL PALACE] + + +[1] Other views of the exterior of the Ducal Palace will be +found in No. 1, 1895 and No. 12, 1898 of this Series. + + + + + A Change in The Brochure Series + + + Beginning with the January issue for 1901, the first issue of its + Seventh Volume, two changes will be made in THE BROCHURE SERIES. + + I. The magazine will be enlarged. Half as many full-page engravings + and half as many illustrated text-pages as are included in the present + issues will be added to each number. + + II. The price will be increased to $1.00 a year and to ten cents a + copy. + + In general conduct, purpose, and in the character of material + presented the magazine will be unchanged. + + The Publishers are led to take this step because they believe that + the magazine has a value and a field which are all its own, and that + its value in that field will be increased by its enlargement. The + value of the magazine in its present form is proved by the fact that + its subscription list has shown a constant increase from the first + number to the present time, and was never so large as it is now; and + it is hoped and confidently believed that every present subscriber to + THE BROCHURE will approve of the change, for the enlarged form will + afford an opportunity to present more material, to present it more + attractively, and to cover a wider field of interest. + + + Brochure Series Competition "P." + + In answer to inquiries regarding Competition "P," the details of which + are announced on an advertising page of this issue, the editor begs + to state that photographic prints of any size may be submitted. Small + photographs, provided they are clear and well defined, can often be as + successfully reproduced as large ones. + +[Illustration: PLATE LXXIII SALA DELL' ANTICOLLEGIO: DUCAL PALACE] + + + + + + Types of Italian Garden Fountains + + +[Illustration: FOUNTAIN VILLA MEDICI, ROME.] + +[Illustration: FOUNTAIN BY BERNINI VILLA BORGHESE, ROME] + +[Illustration: FOUNTAIN VILLA ANDOBRANDINI, FRASCATI] + +[Illustration: FOUNTAIN GARDENS OF THE VATICAN, ROME] + +[Illustration: PLATE LXXIV SALA DEL COLLEGIO: DUCAL PALACE] + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + + +Italics are indicated by _underscores_. + +Small capitals have been rendered in full capitals. + +Footnote is at the end of chapter. + +A number of minor spelling errors have been corrected without note. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47934.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47934.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4ab4550d3f0d6ddd427dd38bf866f62123304400 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg47934.txt @@ -0,0 +1,334 @@ + + +[Illustration] + + + + + AN OLD MAN'S PRAYER. + + BY + + GEORGE M. BAKER. + + [Illustration] + + _ILLUSTRATED BY HAMMATT BILLINGS._ + + BOSTON: + LEE AND SHEPARD. + 1868. + + Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by + GEORGE M. BAKER, + In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of + Massachusetts. + + BOSTON: + Stereotyped and Printed by Geo. C. Rand & Avery. + + TO + MY WIFE. + + + + +This simple story will be recognized by many throughout New England to +whom the author has had the pleasure of reciting it. Frequent requests +that he would place it in shape for preservation have emboldened him +to issue it in its present dress. Painfully conscious of its defects +as a literary work, he sends it forth in search of old acquaintances, +trusting it may receive a share of that kindly favor bestowed upon it +as it fell from his lips. + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS. + +Designed by Hammatt Billings. Engraved by S. S. Kilburn. + + PAGE. + + "High raises his Goblet" _Frontispiece._ + + "Into the Light an old Man steps" 23 + + "I had Wealth and Plenty" 29 + + "Ruined and Bankrupt" 33 + + "The Curse of the Wine-cup was in his Way" 37 + + "Hurled from his Hold my darling Boy" 43 + + "My Boy stepped down from the Preacher's Stand" 49 + + "With a pure, deep Feeling of heartfelt Bliss" 55 + + "Bright gleams his Sword as he moves along" 59 + + + + +AN OLD MAN'S PRAYER. + + + In the loftiest room, of princely state, + Of a modern palace grand and great,-- + Whose marble front is a symbol true + Of the inner splendors hid from view,-- + On an autumn night, when wild without + The bold winds held their revel rout, + Rudely assailing the passing throng, + Through churchyards creeping with mournful song, + A group was gathered around a board + Heaped with all that wealth could afford, + Or taste could suggest: dishes costly and rare, + Fruits of all climes and all seasons, were there. + The pendent lights in brilliance danced + On the gleaming plate their rays enhanced; + The massive mirrors thrice displayed + The stately banquet there arrayed. + Furniture carved by an artist hand, + Carpets which only great wealth could command, + Curtains of damask, of lace, and of gold, + Spoke of the splendors wealth could unfold, + And filled with a joy and a pleasure rare + The youthful hearts that were gathered there. + Slender each form, and fair each face, + Of the twelve gay lads which that table grace, + As with genial talk and pleasant jest + They banter each other, and cheer their guest. + For one guest is there, as youthful as they, + With a heart as light, and a voice as gay, + Who laughs at their jests with ready glee, + And whose quick returns speak a spirit free, + An honored guest; for, on the morrow, + They must part with him in pain and sorrow. + The glittering emblems his shoulders bear + Bid him for strife and for peril prepare; + Bid him go forth at his Country's call, + With her banner to triumph, or on it to fall. + A moment's pause, as with ready hand + The waiter hurries, at command, + To clear the table, and, instead + Of the rich, choice viands thickly spread, + Ranges dark bottles and cruses, which show + Marks of long years in damp vaults below. + The richest juices age can display + Are quickly spread in tempting array. + Wines of Bordeaux and Seville are there, + With liquors and cordials sparkling and rare; + And bottles are opened, and glasses are filled. + When all in a moment the tumult is stilled, + As he who presides with dignified grace + High raises his goblet, and stands in his place:-- + "I give you, friends, no warrior's name + Your hearts to thrill, your blood to flame; + No toast to beauty shall my lips repeat, + Where we to-night in sacred friendship meet + To part with one, who, in our boyhood's days, + Earnest and true, won all our love and praise; + Who, on the morrow, plays the hero's part, + And seeks the battle with a loyal heart. + His health I give with an earnest prayer, + That, while on his mission of peril and care, + Success may be his, and, by deeds renowned, + He may meet us again with laurels crowned." + All glasses are raised, when a gentle hand + Is heard at the door--all silent stand + As it slowly opens, and into the light + An old man steps, his features bright: + The long white hairs o'er his shoulders stream; + Like silver threads in the warm rays beam. + Wrinkled his brow, and pale his face, + Wasted his form, and tottering his pace, + Shrunken his cheek; but the eye above + Tells of gentleness, kindliness, love. + And silent stand all as he slowly seeks + A place near the table, and gently speaks:-- + +[Illustration] + + "Young men, but a moment I check your mirth, + And bring you back to the common earth. + Unbidden I come with an old man's prayer: + May it seek your hearts, and gain entrance there! + Look on my face, seamed, not with crime, + But with marks of age before their time: + These long white hairs should not have shown + Till ten more years had by me flown. + Age is upon me; not age by years, + But age by sorrow and care and tears; + Not age that cheers as it draweth near + Yon heaven which seemeth more bright and clear, + But age which causes the heart to lag + In its onward course, and the spirit to flag; + That prays for death as but a release + From earthly care, and finds no peace + In that sweet belief that at last I hail,-- + 'There is rest for the weary beyond the vale.' + For to me has come a spirit of light, + Bringing the morning, and chasing the night; + Causing my heart with joy to swell + To my Maker, 'who doeth all things well.' + You shall hear my story: 'twill not be long, + And may guard you all from sin and from wrong. + I had wealth and plenty in goodly lands, + In houses and cattle; and from my hands + Many were fed; and many were they + Who partook of my charity day by day. + My house was open to stranger and friend; + And my gold did I lavishly, freely spend. + But one bitter curse did my wealth uprear + To poison my life,--the tempter here, + The sparkling demon, which now I see + From all your glasses glaring on me,-- + A monster who steals on its prey so slow, + That it has your life before you know + Or dream of its power: this was the curse + That sat at my fire-side, robbed my purse, + Poisoned my life, and left me to be + A drifting log on the world's wide sea, + Ruined and bankrupt, lost and bereft; + No kindred, no fortune, no treasure, left. + Treasure!--yes; for I had three sons, + The hope of my life,--three noble ones. + You shall hear their fate, and then I'll away, + Nor longer your hour of pleasure delay. + +[Illustration] + + One sought as a merchant hopeful to clear + Our tarnished name, to again uprear + Our shattered house; but, sad to say, + The curse of the wine-cup was in his way. + He seized on it madly, drank deep and fast, + And sank to the drunkard's grave at last. + I stood by his side as with frenzy wild + He cursed himself and his wife and child; + He cursed me too, as the one who had led + His feet in the path that drunkards tread; + And then--it was worse than all beside-- + He cursed his Maker; and then--he died! + +[Illustration] + + Another, with spirit that loved to brave, + Sought a bold, free life on the ocean-wave. + He left my side full of life and health, + In a good stanch ship, in search of wealth. + A twelvemonth passed, and day by day + I scanned for his sail the distant bay. + At last I saw it, and eagerly flew + To welcome my boy so manly and true. + But, alas! he was gone: no son to greet + My waiting heart came with eager feet. + But they told me there,--one stormy night, + When the heavens were filled with angry light, + The waves rolled high, and the winds beat wild, + That out on a frail yard went my child; + He had drunk deep, and 'twas fearful to sweep + On that slender spar o'er the seething deep; + That one heavy sea tossed the ship like a toy, + And hurled from his hold my darling boy. + Then I sank me down in agony wild, + And glared on the waves that rolled over my child: + I gazed until in the waters blue + I saw reflected the brilliant hue + Of one lone star, which, high above, + Seemed to speak to my heart of faith and love; + And I thought, as I turned my eyes to its light. + It beckoned me on to the heavens so bright, + Where I know, whenever this life shall cease, + I shall meet my boy in eternal peace. + +[Illustration] + + I had but one left; and him I taught + To shun each sinful word and thought; + To beware of the wine-cup's demon lure, + That would steel his heart, and his soul obscure. + He took the way of life that leads + To the sacred desk where the preacher pleads, + And placed his foot on the pulpit stair, + The gospel--banner of life--to bear. + When the cannon's boom o'er Sumter broke, + And the air was filled with traitorous smoke; + When brave men sprang with willing hearts + To their Country's flag to repel the darts + Which treason had hurled with malice wild + At the life of the mother, so good and mild,-- + My boy stepped down from the preacher's stand, + And started forth, with life in hand, + To sell it dear, but to battle strong + With the loyal North against fearful wrong. + I know that he carries a magic spell + 'Gainst the curse of our race to guard him well; + And I know, should he fall, his death will be + In the foremost ranks of loyalty. + And now, young men, an old man's prayer:-- + Leave the bright wine in your glasses there; + Shun its allurements; for in its deep red + Is the blood of its victims dying and dead. + Fill up your glasses, and pledge your friend + In the crystal stream that Heaven doth send." + +[Illustration] + + With a lowly bow, and the same meek air, + He has passed the door, and adown the stair; + While those he has left to their leader turn + With downcast eyes, and cheeks that burn. + Silent he stands as his glass he takes, + When the guest of the evening the silence breaks. + "Friends of my boyhood, the old man's prayer + Shall meet a response in the heart I wear. + I come to-night from a mother's side: + She watches my life with a parent's pride; + And I know 'tis the dearest wish of her heart, + In camp and in battle to keep me apart + From sin and temptation; unceasing will pray + Heaven's blessing to guard on my perilous way. + And this pledge will I leave her,--never again + My lips with the wine-cup's poison to stain. + So, friends, let's drink to our meeting again: + My drink is the water, free from all stain." + +[Illustration] + + He stood with his upraised glass, and the light + Full on his fair young brow beamed bright,-- + That brow which an anxious mother would kiss + With a pure, deep feeling of heartfelt bliss; + And along the line of his comrades young, + To honor his toast, each hand upsprung: + In not one glass did the red wine gleam; + But all were filled from the crystal stream. + +[Illustration] + + On the morrow, adown the street, + With trumpet's blast and war-drum's beat, + Firm and erect, with martial tread, + The flag of their Country overhead, + With brave, stout hearts, and patriot-song, + The Nation's heroes go marching along. + And our soldier is there, marching forth + To join the bands of the loyal North; + To strike a blow for his Country dear, + And her trailing flag to again uprear. + Light is his heart; his faith is strong; + Bright gleams his sword as he moves along: + But the armor he wears shall serve him best + Is the shield of Temperance guarding his breast. + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48215.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48215.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..216983f64060b95f98ae8efb1c61f8249e1832a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48215.txt @@ -0,0 +1,357 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the lovely original illustrations. + See 48215-h.htm or 48215-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/48215/pg48215-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/48215/48215-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/sheafofroses00gord + + +Transcriber’s note: + + Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=). + + + + + +A SHEAF OF ROSES + +by + +ELIZABETH GORDON + +Illustrations by Frederick W. Martin + + + + + + + +Rand, McNally & Company +Chicago · New York + +Copyright, 1915, +By Rand McNally & Company + +The Rand-McNally Press +Chicago + + + + +This book is dedicated to all kindred spirits who love the beautiful in +Nature; and is especially inscribed to my loyal friends of the Pacific +coast. + + Elizabeth Gordon + + + + +A Sheaf of Roses + + + The rose was born of lovers’ sighs, + Of lovers’ tears and sobs, + And deep within its glowing heart + The heart of true love throbs; + Each rose that blooms an emblem is + Of love divine and true, + And I have made a sheaf of them + To send, with love, to you. + + + + +A Bunch of Roses + + + Better than gifts of gleaming gold, + Or houses made by hands; + More precious than the glowing gems + Men seek in distant lands; + Breathing of love and purity, + Of constant hearts and true; + A bunch of roses, God’s own gift, + All wet with heaven’s dew. + +[Illustration: A Bunch of Roses] + + + + +White Cherokee + + + An angel on her way to heaven, + One perfumed, starlit night, + Remembered one she’d left behind, + And pausing in her flight, + Looked back to earth, and shed a tear + For love left all forlorn. + Behold! Where fell that pearly drop + A pure white rose was born. + +[Illustration: White Cherokee] + + + + +Cecil Bruner + + + Two men there were in olden days + Who loved each other well. + To each man was the same fair maid + Dearer than words could tell. + One kissed her hand and rode away, + His heart with sorrow fraught; + Around that cottage threshold grew + The rose called “Friendly Thought.” + +[Illustration: Cecil Bruner] + + + + +Frau Karl Druski + + + A mother heard the war god call + Her well-loved first-born’s name. + With lips that smiled, but heart that bled, + She heard his dream of fame. + She pinned the colors on his breast + And watched him march away; + The rose they call “The Mother’s Prayer” + Blossomed that fateful day. + +[Illustration: Frau Karl Druski] + + + + +White Banksia + + + One journeyed to a foreign land + To teach the love of God. + The thorns of ignorance and strife + Beset the path he trod. + His prayer for faith and strength went up + To Him who hears all woes; + An answering sign to him was sent-- + The sweet White Banksia Rose. + +[Illustration: White Banksia] + + + + +Rose of Old Castile + + + A proud Castilian beauty left + Her home in sunny Spain, + And went with him who held her heart + A fairer home to gain. + To strange new lands the good ship sailed, + And where she touched her keel + There grew, in token of young love, + The Rose of Old Castile. + +[Illustration: Rose of Old Castile] + + + + +Safrano + + + A Spanish maid of high degree + Lived in her patio. + Suitors she had, but none could touch + The maid’s pure heart of snow. + There came a gallant from the wars + Who’d vanquished all his foes; + He won her heart, and from her blush + Grew the Safrano Rose. + +[Illustration: Safrano] + + + + +Pink Cherokee + + + A tender, yearning mother-soul + Whose life had never known + The blessing of a baby’s heart + Beating against her own, + Found, rosy, smiling, at her door + A babe of mystery; + There bloomed the rose of mother love, + The rare Pink Cherokee. + +[Illustration: Pink Cherokee] + + + + +Jacqueminot + + + A boy and girl, from infancy + Playmates, good comrades too, + Walked hand in hand one summer day + A rare old garden through; + A meadow lark full-throated sang + His love song to the morn; + The crimson Jacqueminot grew there, + For there new love was born. + +[Illustration: Jacqueminot] + + + + +Gold of Ophir + + + A dark-eyed Indian princess + Was wooed, so legends say, + By a brave and gallant soldier + Who loved and rode away; + Under the shadow of the hills + Capped by eternal snows, + She sleeps, enwrapped and sheltered by + The Gold of Ophir Rose. + +[Illustration: Gold of Ophir] + + + + +Ragged Robin + + + A dusky baby came to share + A gypsy’s caravan, + The dark-eyed mother loved the child + As only mothers can. + She laid him ’mongst the grasses, where + The south wind softly blows; + Love’s angel sent to mark the spot + The Ragged Robin Rose. + +[Illustration: Ragged Robin] + + + + +Killarney + + + A bonnie Irish lassie + Followed her sweetheart true + To distant shores, where homesick tears + Bedimmed her eyes of blue; + The Little People heard her plaint, + And pitying her woes, + They planted as a sweet surprise + The pink Killarney Rose. + +[Illustration: Killarney] + + + + +Marie Van Houte + + + Upon a cactus-covered hill + Facing the ocean blue, + A shining cross was raised aloft + By one whose heart was true; + The seeds of faith he scattered where + The western sunset glows, + Took root and grew, and blossomed in + The Crucifixion Rose. + +[Illustration: Marie Van Houte] + + + + +American Beauty + + + Where great ambitions swirl around + A teeming, toiling mart, + A gray-haired gardener worked and hoped, + Love’s fair dream in his heart; + The vision bright he cherished, till + With velvet leaves uncurled, + A perfect rose rewarded him-- + Love’s gift to all the world. + +[Illustration: American Beauty] + + + + +The Rainbow Rose + + + The rainbow, on a summer day, + Glowing against the sky, + Was filled with pity as it heard + A hapless lover’s sigh; + A shower of sympathy it sent + To compass him around. + Where fell those drops of kindly balm + The Rainbow Rose was found. + +[Illustration: The Rainbow Rose] + + + + +Sweet Brier Rose + + + Some love the spot where lilies fling + Their subtly sweet perfume; + Some love the languorous lotus, with + Its oriental bloom; + But drifting downward through, the years, + My loyal memory goes + To where my childhood’s treasure lives-- + The wild Sweet Brier Rose. + +[Illustration: Sweet Brier Rose] + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber’s note: + +On page 26, two instances of ‘Jacgueminot’ have been replaced with +‘Jacqueminot’. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48709.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48709.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..124eede1d4df08a838443dc72a6a2a4f8af0f6c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48709.txt @@ -0,0 +1,408 @@ + + +UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE + +MISCELLANEOUS PUBLICATION No. 115 + + + +Washington, D. C. + + + +April, 1931 + + + +INFORMATION FOR THE GUIDANCE OF FIELD MEN AND COOPERATORS OF THE BUREAU +OF BIOLOGICAL SURVEY ENGAGED IN THE CONTROL OF INJURIOUS RODENTS AND +PREDATORY ANIMALS + +Prepared under the direction of Paul G. Redington, _Chief, +Bureau of Biological Survey_, in the Division of Predatory-Animal and +Rodent-Control, Stanley P. Young, _Principal Biologist, in +Charge_ + + + +CONTENTS + + + Page + + Introduction 1 + Necessity for control of wild-animal pests. 1 + Control functions of the Bureau of Biological Survey 2 + Legal authorization for control work 2 + Instructions previously issued 3 + + Animals on the control program 3 + The injurious rodents 3 + The predatory animals 3 + Other forms subject to control 4 + + Instructions regarding field practices 4 + The objective 4 + Conservation, State laws, and cooperation 4 + Precautions in handling poisons 4 + Rodent-control operations 6 + Predatory-animal control 6 + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +NECESSITY FOR CONTROL OF WILD-ANIMAL PESTS + +The demands made upon the Federal Government some years ago for aid in +suppressing those wild animals of the public domain that continually +spread out into areas that had been placed under cultivation or used +for grazing purposes produced the first Federal cooperative efforts +toward the control of predatory animals and injurious rodents. The +settler who saw the profits of his early work wiped out by the +incursions of wolves, coyotes, mountain lions, and bobcats from the +public domain into his stock ranges, and of prairie dogs, ground +squirrels, pocket gophers, jack rabbits, and other rodents into his +cultivated fields, had no recourse other than to ask the aid of the +Government whose lands served as breeding reservoirs from which these +predators and rodents came. Otherwise they would reinfest his stocked +and cultivated acres in spite of all that he could do to prevent them, +either single handed or with the aid of his neighbors. + + +CONTROL FUNCTIONS OF THE BUREAU OF BIOLOGICAL SURVEY + +The administration of wild life by the Bureau of Biological Survey +involves not only research into the habits, distribution, and +requirements of the varieties, and the conservation of fur, game, +insectivorous, and other valuable animals, but also the regulation +of activities of a limited number of certain species that seriously +interfere with the economic interests of man, and, in the case of some +of the larger predators, prey upon valuable game species. + +The leadership of the Biological Survey in control operations during +the years since 1915 has been requested and encouraged by State and +other cooperating agencies. The funds made available from these sources +for expenditure under the direction of the district leaders of the +bureau have been far in excess of those provided for the purpose from +the National Treasury. The investigations of the food and other habits, +the geographic distribution, and the relationships of the wild birds +and mammals of the country (including rodents and predators) have been +carried on for almost half a century and provide the basis for the +control work recommended and prosecuted. Research along these lines is +being continued by scientifically trained men and will be expanded as +funds permit. + +It is well for the conservation of the wild life of the country that +leadership in the control of injurious species has been delegated to +a governmental organization that is concerned with the welfare of the +various forms and with the administration of wild-life refuges, one +that is charged with the enforcement of wild-life conservation laws, +and one that recognizes the desirability of preserving representatives +of all forms of wild life on suitable areas. + +LEGAL AUTHORIZATION FOR CONTROL WORK + +The legal sanction for control work by the Federal Government is +contained in congressional direction in annual appropriation acts for +the Department of Agriculture and in a special enactment authorizing a +definite control program. The appropriation acts making funds available +for the use of the Bureau of Biological Survey since the year 1915 +have provided for investigations, experiments, demonstrations, and +cooperation for the control of wild animals injurious to agriculture, +horticulture, forestry, animal husbandry, and wild game, and for the +suppression of rabies in predatory wild animals. The special program +of control, which was called for by the Seventieth Congress, was drawn +up by the Department of Agriculture to cover a 10-year period, and was +approved by the Seventy-first Congress (Public Act No. 776, of March 2, +1931). + + +INSTRUCTIONS PREVIOUSLY ISSUED + +Information regarding new developments and improved practices in +control procedure has been made available to the field personnel and +to cooperators of the bureau from time to time since the inception +of the cooperative work in 1915, in mimeographed and printed form, +as well as by individual written instructions and personal contact. +It is now desirable to compile the more important of the statements +as to policy and specific directions in one publication. All control +methods are based on fundamental research and give due consideration +to safeguarding the useful and harmless forms of wild life and the +public interests in general. Field methods have been adapted to meet +varying local conditions as called for by research and the experience +of field forces. Investigations and experiments are being continued, +and as additional information becomes available, field practices will +be subject to such modifications and improvements as the conditions +warrant. + + + + +ANIMALS ON THE CONTROL PROGRAM + + +THE INJURIOUS RODENTS + +Certain species of the rodents that in large numbers infest lands of +value for crop or forage production must be eradicated locally to +meet the requirements of agriculture and forestry. Those that figure +most largely in the cooperative control operations in one part or +another of their ranges are the prairie dogs, ground squirrels, pocket +gophers, jack rabbits, porcupines, and native and introduced rats and +mice. Other groups that locally become unduly numerous and destructive +may also on occasion come within the control program. It would be +impossible to eradicate everywhere the ground squirrels, prairie dogs, +and other rodents that range over vast areas of relatively worthless +lands, and such action is not desirable, even on the public domain. In +areas of economic importance, however, definite tracts are established +where the rodents can be kept under thorough control, and operations +are extended sufficiently to prevent reinfestation. + + +THE PREDATORY ANIMALS + +The control of such predatory wild animals as coyotes, wolves, mountain +lions, and bobcats is concentrated on areas where serious damage is +being done to domestic stock, poultry, and game. Bears are not subject +to control except when individually injurious to livestock or property. + + +OTHER FORMS SUBJECT TO CONTROL + +Though the chief control work directed by the Biological Survey is +concerned with injurious rodents and predatory mammals, it sometimes +becomes necessary to investigate cases of damage by other classes +of animal life, including moles, crawfishes, and land crabs, and to +recommend measures for their control. + + + + +INSTRUCTIONS REGARDING FIELD PRACTICES + + +THE OBJECTIVE + +The underlying policy of the Biological Survey with regard to injurious +species of wild animals has been and will continue to be one of control +rather than complete eradication. The bureau is not embarked upon a +general extermination program, but with every proper consideration +for conservation interests, it has as its objective in this field the +adequate local control of injurious mammals, so that the burdensome +losses suffered by farmers and stock raisers may be reduced to the +minimum and beneficial forms of wild life protected from undue +destruction by their natural enemies. Though in some cases this may +mean local eradication of harmful forms, it will not result in the +general extermination of any species. + + +CONSERVATION, STATE LAWS, AND COOPERATION + +The Bureau of Biological Survey is an organization primarily and +vitally interested in the conservation and protection of all forms of +wild life, particularly where they are more beneficial than harmful. +Those engaged under its direction in the control of predatory animals +and injurious rodents are instructed to cooperate closely with Federal, +State, and local officials intrusted with the administration of +wild-life protective laws. They must also observe State and local laws +regarding the protection of life and property, the exposing of poisons, +and the trapping or otherwise endangering of valuable species. Control +operations on State and private lands must be conducted in close +cooperation with State officials and with property owners and tenants. + + +PRECAUTIONS IN HANDLING POISONS + +Since poison may be dangerous in the hands of inexperienced and +incompetent persons, every possible precaution must be taken when it is +used in control operations, to safeguard persons, domestic stock, and +harmless and beneficial wild life. + +Poisons should not be exposed on private lands without the consent of +the owners. + +Control workers should familiarize themselves with appropriate +antidotes for poisons used and be in a position to administer them +promptly should the necessity arise. + + +RODENT-CONTROL OPERATIONS + +Extreme care should be exercised in handling poisons in rodent-control +work. Prepared poisons should be placed in strong, properly labeled +containers and should be distributed only to assistants working under +the direct supervision of bureau leaders or to responsible cooperators. + +Strychnine (in the alkaloid form) is the poison most largely used in +rodent-control, its speedy action making it one of the most humane. +Moreover, numerous tests have shown that in the quantities employed +in control operations strychnine is relatively harmless to such +gallinaceous birds as quail, pheasants, grouse, and domestic chickens. +The smaller birds also are safeguarded because of the fact that the +grains used in poisoned baits are of the large-kerneled kinds, such +as oats, and contain a minimum of weed seeds and cracked kernels. +Furthermore, in a large portion of the baits used the kernels are +steamed, rolled, and flattened so that their increased size lessens +their attractiveness to the smaller birds. + +The use of red squill in the control of house rats and mice is +recommended, as it is an effective and specific poison for these +rodents and relatively harmless to other forms of animal life. + +The use of thallium in rodent-control will in some places succeed where +strychnine alone fails. It should not be used, however, except to a +very limited extent in follow-up operations against ground squirrels, +prairie dogs, and rats. Such limited use of thallium should be guarded +with the greatest care under close and fully competent supervision, +as it is extremely dangerous to all life. Though thallium is highly +effective in destroying rodents, it can not be overemphasized that this +poison is not to be recommended for general use, except to supplement +strychnine in follow-up work. It should never be handled without +careful consideration in each particular case of all the potential +dangers involved. + +Arsenic, cyanides, and phosphorus should not be used or recommended +for rodent-control, as they are not now known to have any special +advantages, and furthermore they may be a menace to other forms of +animal life. Not only is phosphorus dangerous to beneficial wild life, +but it is particularly unsafe because it sometimes causes fire. + +Poisonous gases, which are efficient in the fumigation of burrows, +grain bins, and garbage dumps, should be used only by trained and +experienced workers in rodent-control. + + +PREDATORY-ANIMAL CONTROL + +Poisoning operations for the control of predatory animals should be +limited strictly to areas where there is urgent need. They will not +be undertaken under the direction of the Biological Survey where +trapping or other means of control are practicable and the cost is not +prohibitive. + +The handling of poisons should be intrusted only to properly trained +men working under the supervision of the Bureau of Biological Survey. + +Poison stations set for coyotes and wolves should be placed away from +the timbered and well-watered areas that are frequented by foxes, +raccoons, skunks, minks, and other valuable forms of carnivorous +animals. + +In many agricultural sections poisons should not be used at all because +of the obvious risks. + +The methods of handling poisons developed and used by the Biological +Survey can be employed most effectively and economically in controlling +predatory animals at proper seasons in regions where conditions are +favorable. Poison is especially suitable for winter use against +predators on some of the great stock ranges of the West, as it can then +be employed with little or no danger to useful life. The cost of the +same measure of control by any other known means would be practically +prohibitive. + +The control of predatory animals is an exceedingly difficult and +costly task, and the use of poisons in this work, particularly under +experienced supervision, materially reduces the expense. When properly +used, poison should not be more destructive to other species than the +use of traps, and in some cases it has been found to be even less +harmful and more humane. + +Hunters should take every precaution to protect harmless and valuable +mammals and birds and should be familiar with the antidotes for each +poison used. + +Only strychnine as processed by the Biological Survey should be used +in operations against predatory mammals, because it can be handled +safely, is constant in effect, and, since it kills quickly, its action +is humane. + +Baits made of small pieces of perishable fat should be used almost to +the exclusion of others by field men and cooperators of the bureau. +They should be systematically placed about "decoy stations" consisting +of carcasses of worn-out horses or other useless animals or pieces of +meat. Wherever possible they should be placed in slight depressions and +covered with thin flat stones, pieces of hide, or other light material, +as coyotes and wolves can easily detect them under such cover, but they +are thus made inaccessible to birds. + +Stations where poison is placed should be posted to warn owners of +stock or valuable dogs of the danger. Conspicuous warning signs such as +those furnished by the Bureau of Biological Survey in its cooperative +work should be used for the purpose. + +In dispensing poisons for the use of cooperators in predatory-animal +control, Biological Survey field leaders are instructed to exercise the +greatest care to make sure of the integrity, honesty, and cooperative +spirit of those requesting supplies. When the leader has satisfied +himself as to the intent of the cooperator, he should keep in close +touch with him and observe his methods, to make sure that the poison +is being properly used and that no supplies are left in his possession +after cooperative work has been terminated. + +Studded stations, or those in which the poison is placed in parts of +the carcass instead of about it, are to be used only under especially +favorable conditions. Their use is sometimes justified along the known +runways of predatory animals on high barren mountain ridges, high +benches, or stock driveways that can not be visited by the hunter after +the first heavy snowfall. Such stations should be at some distance from +timber, to make remote the danger of poisoning fur bearers. As soon +as trails are open in spring, the hunter is directed to revisit such +stations and bury or burn all the baits. + +All predatory-animal hunters must visit their poison stations as +frequently as possible, and except under extraordinary conditions +should avoid making long poison lines. Baits that have become rancid +should be destroyed, and on completion of the poisoning work a general +clean-up must be made, and all baits possible destroyed. The use of +perishable fat baits is particularly recommended for the reason that +they are readily disposed of naturally, for those that can not be +located usually disintegrate in warm weather and become harmless after +they have melted and soaked into the ground. + +Bears are ordinarily classed as game animals and are protected as +such. Only when they are doing material damage should they be taken, +and then by traps or by aid of dogs, and not by poison. State laws on +the subject must be observed. Field men and cooperators must exercise +the greatest possible care to kill only those individuals responsible +for damage, and must remove no more bears from a locality than it +is absolutely necessary to take in order to stop the destruction of +livestock. + +In placing traps for the capture of injurious wild animals every +possible precaution is to be taken to avoid the accidental capture of +valuable game and fur-bearing animals and other harmless or beneficial +forms of wild life. Hunters working under the supervision of the +Biological Survey are instructed to visit their trap lines +as frequently as possible and to liberate game animals and +foxes, badgers, skunks, martens, minks, raccoons, and other animals +accidentally caught, unless they are so injured that they can not +survive. In occasional individual cases, however, where fur bearers do +serious injury to livestock or poultry, it is permissible to trap and +kill them if in accordance with State laws. + +The most nearly humane traps available should be used, and trap lines +should be so placed that they can be visited at frequent intervals, to +avoid any unnecessary suffering, injury, or loss of trapped animals. + + + +U. S. GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE: 1931 + + + +For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, Washington, D. C. + +Price 5 cents + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48711.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48711.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..5d4c72350afeaf10191c89ddf44ebab32de0b8c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48711.txt @@ -0,0 +1,355 @@ + + +Transcriber Notes + +Text emphasis displayed as _Italics_. + + + + +HINTS ON MOUNTAIN-LION TRAPPING + + +[Illustration: LEAFLET NO. 94] + +Issued April, 1933 + + + + +HINTS ON MOUNTAIN-LION TRAPPING + +By Stanley P. Young, _Principal Biologist, in Charge, Division +of Predatory Animal and Rodent Control, Bureau of Biological Survey_ + + + +THE AMERICAN MOUNTAIN-LION (_Felis concolor_) is one of the +largest predatory animals of the United States, sometimes weighing more +than 200 pounds. Game conservationists recognize it as the greatest +natural enemy of deer. Stockmen learn to their sorrow that when game +is scarce the mountain-lion attacks young domestic stock, particularly +colts, lambs, and kids, and even full-grown horses and cattle. In some +western areas it is practically impossible to raise young colts or sheep +on open stock ranges in the rough, rocky, and broken country that forms +an ideal habitat for the mountain-lion. + +The range of the mountain-lion, which is known also as cougar, panther, +puma, and catamount, includes at present the large wilderness areas +of the United States west of the one hundredth meridian. The heaviest +infestation is in the Rocky Mountain States and southward through the +desert mountain ranges of Arizona, Texas, and New Mexico. Farther +westward mountain-lions are much less numerous, except in the coastal +ranges of California, Oregon, and Washington, where they are somewhat +abundant. + +For the protection of domestic livestock and of large game in certain +areas it is necessary to keep mountain-lions well under control. In +spite of control measures, however, these predators will probably long +continue to exist in the United States. There are many areas where +normal hunting and the vicissitudes of the wild can be depended upon +to keep their numbers within reasonable limits. There are also great +stretches of wilderness areas that probably will never be touched by any +mountain-lion-control campaigns. + +This leaflet, intended to help stockmen and game protectors in local +control of mountain-lions, is based on the experience of Biological +Survey predatory-animal hunters. A similar publication (Leaflet No. 78) +discusses control measures for such smaller members of the wild-cat +family as the bobcat and the Canada lynx. + + +Natural Food and Feeding Habits of the Mountain Lion + +Mountain lions find most of their prey near the rougher and more +inaccessible canyons, and in such places they live and breed with least +disturbance. One of the most striking things about these animals is +the distance to which they will go for food. Many have been known to +travel 25 miles or more in a night, apparently without resting for any +appreciable length of time. Because of their remarkable endurance, +hunting them takes stamina and strength. Biological Survey hunters on the +fresh track of a mountain-lion have trailed the animal for 10 consecutive +hours or longer before treeing it. + +Like the bobcat, the mountain-lion relies upon its senses of smell and +sight in much of its foraging. Its smell is keener than that of the +bobcat, though less so than in either wolf or coyote. It can see its +prey for a long distance, but unquestionably it does much of its silent, +cautious stalking by the sense of smell alone, taking advantage of every +cover until within striking distance of its victim. Its sense of hearing +also is acute. + +In making a kill, the mountain-lion brings its victim to the ground with +a stunning impact of its entire weight. It generally attacks at the +throat and breast. + +After making a kill and taking one meal, the mountain-lion will +sometimes, though not always, bury the remainder of a carcass under +leaves, litter, or other trash, to return for a later feast. Whether it +will thus return depends to some extent upon weather conditions and on +its ability to find prey elsewhere. Its killing and feeding habits vary +in other ways also. In one instance, a lone lion attacked a herd of ewes +and killed 192 in one night. Frequently more than one mountain-lion may +feed on a single carcass. Near one cow carcass the writer once trapped +six lions, of various sizes, evidently the parents and two litters of +offspring. + +The presence of a mountain-lion on a range may be indicated by its kill +of deer or other game, even though domestic stock may not have been +disturbed. If a kill is made in fall or winter, the meat may remain fresh +for many weeks. + + +Control Methods + +Where the control of mountain-lions is essential, the principal means +employed is the use of trained hounds. Kentucky fox hounds and a cross +between the Walker hound and the bloodhound have been found most +satisfactory for trailing mountain-lions, though any good dog may tree +one. The hunter must keep up with the pack, however, for a mountain-lion +that fights at bay instead of treeing, may kill all the dogs. When it +chooses to fight, it uses teeth and claws, backed by powerful neck and +shoulder muscles, in a telling way. + +The use of poisons in mountain-lion control is not recommended. Hunting +or trapping is more satisfactory, and it is unsafe to expose poisons on +ranges where hunting dogs are being used. + +Under certain conditions mountain-lions can easily be caught in traps of +the sizes known as Nos. 14 and 4½. (Fig. 1.) Although some persons oppose +the use of such traps as inhumane, no better or more practical device is +yet available. + + +Where to Set Traps + +Either of the traps recommended may be set on a known route of the +mountain-lion, preferably at a point where the route narrows. Being a +great wanderer, the animal generally has well-defined crossing points +where it passes from one watershed to another in its search for food. +Many of these are in the low saddles of divides, and at such crossings it +is not uncommon to find "scratch hills," heaped up by the mountain-lion +in covering its urine. The writer has seen as many as eight such hills +in an area 4 feet square. They are sometimes 3 to 4 inches high and 4 to +6 inches in diameter. Frequently old or fresh feces may be noticed near +them. These hills make ideal places for setting traps, but should be left +in a natural condition. + +The mountain-lion is trapped as it comes through the saddle of the divide +and stops to visit a scratch hill, being attracted either by the hill +itself or by a catnip lure placed there as described at the top of page 5. + +[Illustration: B4339M + +Figure 1.--Trap most suitable for mountain-lions (No. 4½), +showing drag chain and double-pronged drag attached] + +When the carcass of a domestic animal, deer, or other prey found in a +control area shows unmistakably that a mountain-lion did the killing, at +least three traps should be set around it, each 15 to 20 inches away. +When the carcass is found lying on its side (Fig. 2.) one trap should be +set, as later described, between the fore and hind legs, another near the +rump, and a third near the back and parallel with the loin. These traps +constitute a carcass set and require no lure other than the carcass. +Frequently it is well to set a fourth trap 6 to 8 feet away if tracks +show the exact route taken by the lion in approaching or leaving the +carcass. + +_Caution._--Trappers, especially when using the No. 4½ trap, should take +every needed precaution to safeguard livestock and valuable or harmless +wild animals; and, where necessary, should post signs to warn human +beings. + + +Use of Lures + +Traps set along a trail and near an obstruction meant to divert the +mountain-lion close to a scratch hill, are only partly successful. The +trapper may, however, take advantage of the mountain-lion's keen sense +of smell by dropping a few drops of oil of catnip in the center of the +undisturbed scratch hill, as a lure. + +Why catnip is so attractive to members of the feline family is not +yet fully known. Experiments have indicated that it produces sexual +excitation and also that it has a soothing effect on the nervous system, +similar to that of opiates on man. In some of the larger circuses catnip +has been used for years in gentling animals of the cat family. The use of +catnip oil in this country to lure members of this family within trapping +distance has been remarkably effective. + +[Illustration: B3463M + +Figure 2.--Quarry of mountain-lion. A carcass found on its side, +as illustrated, furnishes an excellent opportunity for making a carcass +set of three or more traps, 15 to 20 inches away] + +When pure catnip oil is obtainable it should be used, diluted with pure +petrolatum, in the proportion of 40 drops of the catnip oil to 2 ounces +of petrolatum. A catnip lure so placed that it will last a long time has +been experimented with by members of the Provincial Game Conservation +Board of British Columbia, and later by the writer in the United States. +Prepared as follows, it promises to increase the effectiveness of +trapping in mountain-lion control: + +The petrolatum-diluted catnip oil is smeared thinly over a piece of +cotton batting about 8 inches square, and this is covered with another +piece of the same size. The catnip-oil sandwich thus made is placed on +an ordinary tin pie plate, brown in color, so that the bottom will be +inconspicuous against the bark of a tree. Two or three feet from the +ground a tree is blazed to make the sap flow, the cut being made in the +shape of the plate. The plate is spiked over this blaze, with the batting +next to the tree so that the cotton will be kept moist by the sap. To +prevent its being torn out by a bear, the plate should fit snugly into +the cut, the lower edge flush with the bark. The bottom of the plate +should be perforated with small holes made with a shingle nail, so that +the scent will escape slowly. The plate should be shaded from the sun as +much as possible. + +Such scent stations should be placed on trees along creeks where +mountain-lions are known to travel, particularly near deer trails that +lead to water. They are probably best placed on trees in narrow canyons, +where the chances of successful trapping are greater because of the +narrowness of the path along which the mountain-lion must travel. The +writer has known catnip pans to be visited by mountain-lions in such +places as long as 6 months after placement, and in British Columbia the +game authorities report a lion's visit to a station 10 months old. After +the scent station is made, traps should be set, as described later, near +the base of the tree. The mountain-lion, attracted by the catnip odor in +the plate, steps into the trap when approaching the lure. + +[Illustration: Figure 3.--A 2-trap "blind" set for +mountain-lions. In the saddle of a divide the traps are placed in the +trail where it narrows. A small stick or other obstruction should be put +between the traps and one at either approach, to make the lion step into +one of the traps rather than between or over them] + + +Setting the Traps + +The hole for the trap set should be dug about 15 to 20 inches from +a carcass, a single undisturbed scratch hill, or a tree on which a +scent station has been placed, or directly in a trail where it narrows +naturally or is made to narrow by rocks, brush, or other obstructions +placed at the sides. (Fig. 3.) The hole should be only slightly larger +than the trap, and just deep enough to hold the set at a level slightly +lower than the surrounding ground, with the drag and chain buried beneath +it. The drag, which should preferably be of ½-inch wrought iron, should +be attached to one end of the chain by a figure-8 swivel and it should +end in two well-curved prongs. (Fig. 1.) Bedding the drag under the +trap, of course, requires more excavation. The drag chain should be at +least 8 feet long and attached to the base of the trap or to one of the +springs. At scratch hills it is well to place a trap on either side, the +springs at right angles to the known direction of approach. In a trail +the traps should be in line, the springs at right angles to the direction +of travel. Experiments have proved that most of the larger predators, +and particularly the mountain-lion, tend to avoid stepping directly on +any hard object in a path. Knowing this tendency, the trapper may place +a stick or a stone between the two traps and another at each approach; +these will cause the animal to break its gait and step into one of the +traps rather than over or between them. In approaching a scratch hill, +a scent station, or a carcass where sets have been made, or in passing +over a blind set in the trail, the predator is usually caught by one of +the forefeet, though it may step into a bedded trap with a hind foot. No +scent is used at carcass or blind sets. (Pp. 4, 6.) + + +Covering Traps + +After the trap has been firmly bedded near an undisturbed scratch hill, +scent station, or carcass, or in a trail, it should be covered with +earth and the surroundings left in a condition as nearly natural as +possible. Dry horse or cow manure, finely pulverized, may be used to +cover the inside of the trap jaws. Extreme care should be taken to keep +all dirt from under the trap pan and to see that the open space there +is at least one-fourth inch deep. The trap pan should be covered by a +pad made of canvas or old descented slicker cloth, and cut to fit snugly +inside the jaws, and all should then be covered with finely pulverized +earth, leaving the immediate area looking, as nearly as possible, as it +did before the trap was buried. Finishing such a task properly and thus +leaving the ground over the trap in a perfectly natural condition so that +it blends with the surrounding area is an art that requires much practice. + + +Traps Accidentally Sprung + +When traps are set near carcasses additional care should be undertaken to +underpin the trap pan so that it will not spring under the weight of a +magpie, buzzard, or other carnivorous bird that may be attracted to the +carcass. + +In forested areas a mountain-lion hunter may find his traps sprung by +small animals, for squirrels and other rodents (and sometimes small +birds) may dig or scratch around and between the jaws of the trap. Unless +the trap pan is properly supported, these animals are unnecessarily +endangered, and in addition the trap is frequently sprung. This may be +prevented by setting the trap pan so that it will carry a weight of +several pounds. + +One simple way of underpinning the trap is to place a small twig +perpendicularly from the base snugly up to the middle point of the pan. +Instead of the small twig, some hunters use a fine coiled-steel spring. +Such contrivances will permit the trap pan to carry the weight of the +smaller mammals or birds without endangering them or releasing the trap +jaws and thus spoiling a set well placed for a mountain-lion. Devices +adjusted to mountain-lion traps to prevent their being sprung by small +mammals and birds are illustrated in Figure 4. The Biological Survey pan +spring (fig. 4, D), recently developed in this bureau can be readily +attached to the No. 14 steel trap used for mountain-lions. A slightly +larger spring is required for the No. 4½ trap. A patent on this device +has been applied for, to be dedicated to public use. + + +Care in Details + +In trapping, attention to simple details is essential. Though the +mountain-lion trapper need not be so cautious about human scent as the +trapper of wolves or coyotes, it is well, when placing a trap, for +him to stand or kneel on a setting cloth, if for no other reason than +convenience. This cloth may be about 3 feet square and made of canvas, +slicker-coat material, or the skin of a sheep or calf. It will also help +to avoid disturbing the ground about the trap set. Excavated soil can +be placed on it, and that not needed in completing the work can thus be +easily removed. In addition, at the completion of a set, the trapping +equipment can be rolled up in it and carried away. Minor trapping details +include removing rust from traps, boiling them in water to eliminate the +conspicuous fresh odors noticed when they come from the manufacturer, +carefully repairing traps with faulty springs, taking care that the trap +pan moves freely on its post, and seeing that the jaws are adjusted to +close snugly and rapidly. Without attending carefully to minor details, +no farmer or stockmen can expect success in trapping America's prince of +predators--the mountain-lion. + +[Illustration: Figure 4.--Devices to prevent capturing small +animals and birds in traps set for mountain-lions or other predators: +A, Fan supported by twig (grass or a light coil spring may be used); B, +splint support; C, forked-twig support; D, Biological Survey pan spring] + + + + * * * * * + + + U. S. GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE: 1933 + + ------------------------------------------------------------------------- + For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, Washington, D. C. + + Price 5 cents + + + * * * * * + + + +Transcriber Notes + + +Illustrations positioned so as to avoid splitting paragraphs. All +occurrences of "mountain lion" were changed to "mountain-lion". + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48724.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48724.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..992f3e02a732f8d9a5277e3a4891c0c13d8d2329 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg48724.txt @@ -0,0 +1,129 @@ + + +THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS +(A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS) + +By Clement Clarke Moore + + + +'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house +Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; +The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, +In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there; +The children were nestled all snug in their beds, +While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; +And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, +Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, +When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, +I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. +Away to the window I flew like a flash, +Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. +The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow +Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, +When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, +But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, +With a little old driver, so lively and quick, +I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. +More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, +And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; +"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN! +On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! +To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! +Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" +As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, +When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, +So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, +With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. +And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof +The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. +As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, +Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. +He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, +And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; +A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, +And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. +His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! +His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! +His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, +And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; +The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, +And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; +He had a broad face and a little round belly, +That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. +He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, +And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; +A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, +Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; +He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, +And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, +And laying his finger aside of his nose, +And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; +He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, +And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. +But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, +"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT." + + + + + +JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS + +By Eugene Field + + +Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, +Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! +Mighty glad I ain't a girl--ruther be a boy, +Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy! +Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake-- +Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! +'Most all the time the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me, +But jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! + +Got yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; +First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at! +Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide, +'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride! +But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross, +He reaches at us with his whip, an' larrups up his hoss, +An' then I laff an' holler, "Oh, ye never teched ME!" +But jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! + +Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man, +I'll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan, +As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle, +Where every prospeck pleases, an' only man is vile! +But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show, +Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know +That Buff'lo Bill and cowboys is good enough for me! +EXCEP' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm as good as I kin be! + +And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still, +His eyes they keep a-sayin': "What's the matter, little Bill?" +The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become +Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum! +But I am perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz, +That mother says to father: "How improved our Willie is!" +But father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me +When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! + +For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys, +Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys; +So wash yer face an' brush yer hair, an' mind yer p's an' q's, +An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, an' don't wear out yer shoes; +Say "Yessum" to the ladies, an' "Yessur" to the men, +An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again; +But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree, +Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be! + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg490.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg490.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4c1011f24cdebec6ea5a8c16e15b5537f3cf1c69 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg490.txt @@ -0,0 +1,220 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF CALAMITY JANE + +BY + +HERSELF + + + +My maiden name was Marthy Cannary. I was born in Princeton, Missourri, +May 1st, 1852. Father and mother were natives of Ohio. I had two +brothers and three sisters, I being the oldest of the children. As a +child I always had a fondness for adventure and out-door exercise and +especial fondness for horses which I began to ride at an early age and +continued to do so until I became an expert rider being able to ride +the most vicious and stubborn of horses, in fact the greater portion of +my life in early times was spent in this manner. + +In 1865 we emigrated from our homes in Missourri by the overland route +to Virginia City, Montana, taking five months to make the journey. +While on the way the greater portion of my time was spent in hunting +along with the men and hunters of the party, in fact I was at all times +with the men when there was excitement and adventures to be had. By +the time we reached Virginia City I was considered a remarkable good +shot and a fearless rider for a girl of my age. I remember many +occurrences on the journey from Missourri to Montana. Many times in +crossing the mountains the conditions of the trail were so bad that we +frequently had to lower the wagons over ledges by hand with ropes for +they were so rough and rugged that horses were of no use. We also had +many exciting times fording streams for many of the streams in our way +were noted for quicksands and boggy places, where, unless we were very +careful, we would have lost horses and all. Then we had many dangers +to encounter in the way of streams swelling on account of heavy rains. +On occasions of that kind the men would usually select the best places +to cross the streams, myself on more than one occasion have mounted my +pony and swam across the stream several times merely to amuse myself +and have had many narow escapes from having both myself and pony washed +away to certain death, but as the pioneers of those days had plenty of +courage we overcame all obstacles and reached Virginia City in safety. + +Mother died at Black Foot, Montana, 1866, where we buried her. I left +Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during +the summer. Remained in Utah until 1867, where my father died, then +went to Fort Bridger, Wyoming Territory, where we arrived May 1, 1868, +then went to Piedmont, Wyoming, with U.P. Railway. Joined General +Custer as a scout at Fort Russell, Wyoming, in 1870, and started for +Arizona for the Indian Campaign. Up to this time I had always worn the +costume of my sex. When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a +soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly +at home in men's clothes. + +Was in Arizona up to the winter of 1871 and during that time I had a +great many adventures with the Indians, for as a scout I had a great +many dangerous missions to perform and while I was in many close places +always succeeded in getting away safely for by this time I was +considered the most reckless and daring rider and one of the best shots +in the western country. + +After that campaign I returned to Fort Sanders, Wyoming, remained there +until spring of 1872, when we were ordered out to the Muscle Shell or +Nursey Pursey Indian outbreak. In that war Generals Custer, Miles, +Terry and Crook were all engaged. This campaign lasted until fall of +1873. + +It was during this campaign that I was christened Calamity Jane. It +was on Goose Creek, Wyoming, where the town of Sheridan is now located. +Capt. Egan was in command of the Post. We were ordered out to quell an +uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous +skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several +severely wounded. When on returning to the Post we were ambushed about +a mile and a half from our destination. When fired upon Capt. Egan was +shot. I was riding in advance and on hearing the firing turned in my +saddle and saw the Captain reeling in his saddle as though about to +fall. I turned my horse and galloped back with all haste to his side +and got there in time to catch him as he was falling. I lifted him +onto my horse in front of me and succeeded in getting him safely to the +Fort. Capt. Egan on recovering, laughingly said: "I name you Calamity +Jane, the heroine of the plains." I have borne that name up to the +present time. We were afterwards ordered to Fort Custer, where Custer +city now stands, where we arrived in the spring of 1874; remained +around Fort Custer all summer and were ordered to Fort Russell in fall +of 1874, where we remained until spring of 1875; was then ordered to +the Black Hills to protect miners, as that country was controlled by +the Sioux Indians and the government had to send the soldiers to +protect the lives of the miners and settlers in that section. Remained +there until fall of 1875 and wintered at Fort Laramie. In spring of +1876, we were ordered north with General Crook to join Gen'ls Miles, +Terry and Custer at Big Horn river. During this march I swam the +Platte river at Fort Fetterman as I was the bearer of important +dispatches. I had a ninety mile ride to make, being wet and cold, I +contracted a severe illness and was sent back in Gen. Crook's ambulance +to Fort Fetterman where I laid in the hospital for fourteen days. When +able to ride I started for Fort Laramie where I met Wm. Hickock, +better known as Wild Bill, and we started for Deadwood, where we +arrived about June. + +During the month of June I acted as a pony express rider carrying the +U.S. mail between Deadwood and Custer, a distance of fifty miles, over +one of the roughest trails in the Black Hills country. As many of the +riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail +and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting +mail and money between these points. It was considered the most +dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick +shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers +looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed +my mark. I made the round trip every two days which was considered +pretty good riding in that country. Remained around Deadwood all that +summer visiting all the camps within an area of one hundred miles. My +friend, Wild Bill, remained in Deadwood during the summer with the +exception of occasional visits to the camps. On the 2nd of August, +while setting at a gambling table in the Bell Union saloon, in +Deadwood, he was shot in the back of the head by the notorious Jack +McCall, a desperado. I was in Deadwood at the time and on hearing of +the killing made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found +that my friend had been killed by McCall. I at once started to look +for the assassian and found him at Shurdy's butcher shop and grabbed a +meat cleaver and made him throw up his hands; through the excitement on +hearing of Bill's death, having left my weapons on the post of my bed. +He was then taken to a log cabin and locked up, well secured as every +one thought, but he got away and was afterwards caught at Fagan's ranch +on Horse Creek, on the old Cheyenne road and was then taken to Yankton, +Dak., where he was tried, sentenced and hung. + +I remained around Deadwood locating claims, going from camp to camp +until the spring of 1877, where one morning, I saddled my horse and +rode towards Crook city. I had gone about twelve miles from Deadwood, +at the mouth of Whitewood creek, when I met the overland mail running +from Cheyenne to Deadwood. The horses on a run, about two hundred +yards from the station; upon looking closely I saw they were pursued by +Indians. The horses ran to the barn as was their custom. As the +horses stopped I rode along side of the coach and found the driver John +Slaughter, lying face downwards in the boot of the stage, he having +been shot by the Indians. When the stage got to the station the +Indians hid in the bushes. I immediately removed all baggage from the +coach except the mail. I then took the driver's seat and with all +haste drove to Deadwood, carrying the six passengers and the dead +driver. + +I left Deadwood in the fall of 1877, and went to Bear Butte Creek with +the 7th Cavalry. During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and +the town of Sturgis. In 1878 I left the command and went to Rapid city +and put in the year prospecting. + +In 1879 I went to Fort Pierre and drove trains from Rapid city to Fort +Pierre for Frank Wite then drove teams from Fort Pierce to Sturgis for +Fred. Evans. This teaming was done with oxen as they were better +fitted for the work than horses, owing to the rough nature of the +country. + +In 1881 I went to Wyoming and returned in 1882 to Miles city and took +up a ranch on the Yellow Stone, raising stock and cattle, also kept a +way side inn, where the weary traveler could be accommodated with food, +drink, or trouble if he looked for it. Left the ranch in 1883, went to +California, going through the States and territories, reached Ogden the +latter part of 1883, and San Francisco in 1884. Left San Francisco in +the summer of 1884 for Texas, stopping at Fort Yuma, Arizona, the +hottest spot in the United States. Stopping at all points of interest +until I reached El Paso in the fall. While in El Paso, I met Mr. +Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885. As I +thought I had travelled through life long enough alone and thought it +was about time to take a partner for the rest of my days. We remained +in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889. On October 28th, 1887, +I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at +least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother. + +When we left Texas we went to Boulder, Colo., where we kept a hotel +until 1893, after which we travelled through Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, +Washington, Oregon, then back to Montana, then to Dakota, arriving in +Deadwood October 9th, 1895, after an absence of seventeen years. + +My arrival in Deadwood after an absence of so many years created quite +an excitement among my many friends of the past, to such an extent that +a vast number of the citizens who had come to Deadwood during my +absence who had heard so much of Calamity Jane and her many adventures +in former years were anxious to see me. Among the many whom I met were +several gentlemen from eastern cities who advised me to allow myself to +be placed before the public in such a manner as to give the people of +the eastern cities an opportunity of seeing the Woman Scout who was +made so famous through her daring career in the West and Black Hill +countries. + +An agent of Kohl & Middleton, the celebrated Museum men came to +Deadwood, through the solicitation of the gentleman who I had met there +and arrangements were made to place me before the public in this +manner. My first engagement began at the Palace Museum, Minneapolis, +January 20th, 1896, under Kohl and Middleton's management. + +Hoping that this little history of my life may interest all readers, I +remain as in the older days, + + +Yours, + +Mrs. M. BURK + +BETTER KNOWN AS CALAMITY JANE + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49006.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49006.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e44e3cf2ac845b4e8caace12ea9e044d6696f658 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49006.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + + +credit + + + +Transcribed from the 1847 Joseph Masters edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + On the Apostolical Succession. + + + * * * * * + + PAROCHIAL LECTURES. + + (_SECOND SERIES_.) + + * * * * * + + BY + WILLIAM J. IRONS, B.D., + INCUMBENT OF THE HOLY TRINITY, BROMPTON, MIDDLESEX. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + JOSEPH MASTERS, 33, ALDERSGATE STREET. + MDCCCXLVII. + + * * * * * + + TO + + EDWARD BOUVERIE PUSEY, D.D. + + (LATE FELLOW OF ORIEL COLLEGE) + + CANON OF CHRIST CHURCH, + + AND REGIUS PROFESSOR OF HEBREW + + IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD; + + THIS VOLUME + + (BY HIS PERMISSION) + + IS PRESENTED; WITH A DEEP FEELING + + OF THE AUTHOR'S OBLIGATION + + TO HIM + + FOR THE BLESSINGS OF HIS LEARNED INSTRUCTION, + + HIS CHRISTIAN EXAMPLE, + + AND HIS HONEST FRIENDSHIP. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +VERY little needs to be said to introduce these Lectures to the reader. +They were delivered in Advent last, at Saint Mary's, Newington; and there +is the same reason for publishing, which there then was for writing and +preaching them. I desire to assist, as far as I am able, those who are +seeking to clear and define their thoughts, respecting the origin, +nature, and power of the Christian Ministry. I have aimed only at +plainness and fairness in the statement of the argument; and have adopted +that arrangement of the subject, in which, as far as I can judge, it +originally came before my own mind. + +In the Dedication of this Volume to the Regius Professor of Hebrew at +Oxford, I have acknowledged my great obligation to him for the +instruction which I hope I have derived from his writings--an +acknowledgment which, happily, I am so far from being singular in making, +that I suppose every one who has studied them, might make the same +statement. But it is right that I should say, that as I have not learned +a lesson by rote, but, from the first, thought patiently and freely for +myself, so the Public must not consider the Professor answerable for +every opinion which I may have expressed. And it may be well also to +add, that the general doctrine here set forth is not hastily taken up on +any man's authority; but was maintained by the writer, both in private +and public, as many will bear witness, long before he had the happiness +and advantage of being acquainted with the works, or characters, of the +present leading Divines of the University of Oxford. + +_St. Peter's_, _Walworth_, _Surrey_. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + PAGE + LECTURE I. + + THE DOCTRINE. +The Method of the Argument--Importance of a 1 +Ministry--Scriptural aspect of the subject--Apostolical +language concerning it--Compared with the Modern--What the +safe inference--The original Ministry possibly still +exists--And if so, what constitutes a Ministry--Scripture +Language--Compared with Popular and Modern notions--Theory +of the Inward Call--Erastian theory--The Common principle +of all such Theories--Illustrated--The Catholic DOCTRINE of +the Ministry--Compared with the Modern, and with +Scripture--The Continuance of the Ministry--DOCTRINE of the +SUCCESSION stated and explained--Reasons for the present +Inquiry + LECTURE II. + + THE EVIDENCE. +Importance of not hastily prejudging--Argued from the 41 +parallel case of the Jewish Church--Necessity of +considering the Evidence for the SUCCESSION--Evidence of +Scripture, how far Important--Historical Evidence--Popular +Difficulties--A General reply.--On Evidence--Popular +Notions--The expected Evidence of the +SUCCESSION--Illustrated by a parallel case--Impossible--And +even if attainable, not satisfactory--What kind and amount +of Evidence should be looked for--Parallels of +Evidence--For the Scriptures--The Sacraments, and the +Ministry of the Church--On what Evidence the Common People +must of necessity receive the Bible--And the Apostolic +Church--Literary Evidence of the Bible, difficult--And of +the SUCCESSION--Analysis of it, Theoretical and +Historical--Accumulation of the Evidence--Moral +Certainty--Conclusion + LECTURE III. + + THE OBJECTIONS. +Necessity of considering OBJECTIONS--Classification of 69 +them--(1.) As connected with the FACT of the Succession, +and its Consequences.--(2.) And the DOCTRINE, and its +Consequences. + +(1.) General Corruption--Idolatry--Schism--Infringement of +Private Judgment--Popery and Superstition. + +(2.) Judaistic +Doctrine--Carnality--Technicality--Scriptural +Uncertainty--Exclusiveness--Uncharitableness--Unchurching +other Protestants--among whom may be seen many Evidences of +God's Blessing and Religious Success--Explanation. + +Catholic Charity--Theoretical and Practical--Review + LECTURE IV. + + THE SUMMARY. +The Summary--Mistakes of the Ideality of 109 +Christianity--Erroneous popular Notions and +Arguments--Contrast of Rationalist and Catholic +theories--Comparison--And with Scripture--Analytical Review +of the Catholic Religion, illustrating the Doctrine of the +Ministry--Synthetical View of the same--Conclusion +NOTES 145 + +I. +THE DOCTRINE. + + +FROM THE EPISTLE. {1}--"How, then, shall they call on HIM in Whom they +have not believed?--and, How shall they believe in Him of Whom they have +not heard?--and, How shall they hear without a preacher?--and, How shall +they preach except they be SENT?"--ROMANS x. 14. + +AT this season of preparation for the ADVENT, the Apostolical Ministry is +one of the subjects especially brought before us by the CHURCH, as +doubtless peculiarly calculated to fit our minds for the right reception +and reverent contemplation of our SAVIOUR'S first and second Coming. It +would be needless to enlarge on the suitability of the Epistle selected +for this Introductory Festival, opening and leading the way, as it does, +to those of the whole "glorious company of the Apostles." We can +scarcely read the passage now quoted, without recognizing at once much of +its appropriateness. It contains a brief vindication both of the moral +necessity and the Divine authority of the Christian Ministry; and so +plainly, that, to some extent, all must perceive it. But it may be +highly profitable to us to draw out and examine with attention the +subject, which St. Paul thus lays before us in epitome only; concerning +which we know that there is much diversity of thinking among professing +Christians, and, consequently, great danger of wrong thinking. + +It is too much the practice of modern theologians to refer to the New +Testament, almost as if it were a book of aphorisms; and so, when a +quotation is made therefrom, it seems to be inquired, what meaning it +will _bear_; or what use can be _made_ of it; rather than, what meaning +it _must_ have had in such a connection; or what use _must_ have been +intended, under such circumstances. And hence has resulted this fatal +consequence, that the apostolic writings are commonly interpreted by +modern opinions, instead of modern opinions being tested by the apostolic +writings. There is but too painful evidence of this, in the manner in +which some men set about "proving" their peculiar system by the +Scriptures; evidently assuming from the first that their system is +_right_, and so (unconsciously, we trust,) sorting and arranging the +"best texts" to establish it. Surely an attempt to treat any other +ancient book as the Holy Scriptures are thus treated, would not be borne +with. Suppose, for example, any disciple of the schools of the modern +scepticism should attempt to show, from selected passages of some leading +treatise of ancient philosophy, that his own opinions precisely coincided +with those of the sage from whom he was quoting; it is evident that he +would hereby deceive no one but himself. On a reference to the treatise +in question, it would be at once apparent, that it was written by one who +held opinions widely different from the modern. Now since, among +Christians, there is an universal appeal to the Scriptures, would it not +be a rational method of testing the opinions of any of the various +classes among us, to inquire, whether it is likely that such writings +_would_ have proceeded from the pens of men holding such and such +opinions? Might we not thus arrive at as sure a conclusion, +notwithstanding all arguments from texts and passages, that some +nominally Christian opinions now received, were not the opinions of the +sacred writers--as that the opinions of Locke were not the opinions of +the ancient Epicureans, notwithstanding the coincidences that might be +found? And if it should be seen that any class of opinions exactly +harmonizes with the literal writings of the Apostles, so that we may +imagine the men who held them to have naturally written what the Apostles +wrote; then, should we not have a highly probable argument for the +Scriptural character of those opinions? Such an argument will in some +degree pervade these Lectures. + +Few, perhaps, will fail to perceive some wide difference between that +state of mind which is implied by our popular Christianity, and that +which is implied by the Apostolic Epistles. The complete unworldliness, +the quiet, elevated self-denial, the earnest humility, the obedience on +the one hand and authority on the other, which are the evident +characteristics of practical Christianity as it appears in the inspired +records, are strikingly different from all which we see now in our +popular religion; and may at times well suggest the fear that we may have +lost much of that faith which the first Christians possessed. And in no +particular is this difference more remarkably seen, than in the language +held respecting the MINISTRY of the CHURCH; which from its undeniable +importance deserves no light consideration. Of course it may be said, +that much of the difference of tone respecting the Ministry may be +ascribed to the "cessation of apostolic authority strictly so called." +But however this be, which we pass for the present, it is apparent to +all, that there _is_ a difference: and so, men attempt to "account for +the fact," rather than deny it. To account, for example, for the +"magnified importance" plainly attributed in Holy Scripture to the living +voice of an APOSTOLIC MINISTRY, above and beyond, and often without +reference to other means of Christian instruction. Not only the plea +just mentioned, but other similar ones are urged, as the "change of +circumstances," the "alteration in the times," and the like, to account +for the fact. How dangerous all such arguments and evasions are, to +those who seek a religion exactly, or as nearly as possible, such as the +first Christians had, needs scarcely to be urged on any thoughtful mind. +For after all these suppositions and reasonings, it will still remain +very possible that THE MINISTRY first Divinely set up in the CHURCH, was +_not_ intended essentially to change with the changing circumstances of +this world; very possible that this might have been given as one +permanent if not paramount means of grace for mankind, notwithstanding +the subsequent introduction of other means, however efficacious and +invaluable. And then, the actually existing ministry, its historical +continuity, its unconcealed pretensions, are facts not to be lightly set +aside when viewed in connection with this possibility only; even if it +were nothing more. How much of Apostolical grace is lost from the +ministry, it may be impossible to say; but so also it would be equally +impossible to say how much is retained. Hence, it must ever remain the +_safest_ course for a Christian man to adhere to an Apostolically +descended Ministry. Let us not pass too hastily from these thoughts; let +us follow them out, into minuter detail; in order to enter into the state +of mind apparently implied by language such as that in the passage, for +instance, which constitutes our text. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49624.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49624.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..da6ae86e24982b05e2122fec40aa3af424f6be49 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49624.txt @@ -0,0 +1,360 @@ + + +Ballad of the Lost Hare + +By Margaret Sidney. + +DESIGNS FURNISHED BY IDA B. ROBERTS. + + D. Lothrop & Co. Boston. + H. BENCKE, LITH. N.Y. + +COPYRIGHTED 1882 BY D. LOTHROP & CO. + + +[Illustration: (Front Cover) + Ballad of the Lost Hare + By Margaret Sidney. + DESIGNS FURNISHED BY IDA B. ROBERTS. + D. Lothrop & Co. Boston. + H. BENCKE, LITH. N.Y.] + + +[Illustration: (frontispiece) + BALLAD + OF THE + LOST HARE + BY + MARGARET SIDNEY + COPYRIGHTED 1882 BY D. LOTHROP & CO. + H. BENCKE, LITH. N.Y.] + + + + +INTRODUCTION. + + + I. VI. + + Far from wild, Once he fled, + Far from wood, Twice he fled, + In a field Over meadow + Rich and good; And garden bed. + + + II. VII. + + Near to hill, Thrice he had + And winding glade, The rarest fun, + Lived the naughtiest Fourth was just + Hare e'er made. Another one. + + + III. VIII. + + Father scolded, Mad the races, + Mother whipped, Jolly the Hare, + But every day Little did he + Away he slipped. Reck or care. + + + IV. IX. + + Brothers three, The winds might blow, + And sisters two, The waters flow, + Cried and cried Over the hills + As off he flew. Away he'd go! + + + V. X. + + Sore--sore--sore was the sobbing, "Don't you come home," the father said, + Wild--wild--wild was his race; "Until you can stay in your little bed; + Only the woods to echo his footsteps, One more race and you keep away, + Only the winds--his hiding-place. Though you should beg and cry all day." + + +XI. + + Alack! + He never came back; + That swift-footed Hare, + That knowing Hare, + That beast who didn't + Reck nor care. + Whether swallowed alive, + Or hung on a rail, + Or dancing along + The waters pale, + Or running, or walking, + Or leaping a star, + He was gone so long, + And he went so far, + That the winds forgot + His very name; + And lost to memory, + Love, and fame, + He became in verity + The LOST HARE! + + +[Illustration: Portrait of the Lost Hare] + + + + +ADVENTURES. + + + Little Bossy Whitefoot + Grazing in a field, + Eating all the green grass, + Such a tender yield; + Dreaming of the days, + When she would be a cow, + How she wished that very time + Would come just now. + + + She shook her frisky feet, + And wrinkled up her nose, + And tossed her pretty head, + Then trotted on her toes. + When--looking down, she saw + Two frightened eyes, + And there the Hare and Bossy stood + In mutual surprise! + + + "I'm sorry I have scared you," + Said this Hare considerate, + "Good bye, I must be going, + For it is very late." + He turned him on his long legs, + He scuttled thro' the glade, + He held his head as if, forsooth, + HE never were afraid! + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets Little Bossy Whitefoot] + + + The next he knew, with accent bold, + A dread voice cried--"Intruder--HOLD!" + + + "I'll butt you," cried a Goat, + "If you don't get off my rock." + The Hare could scarcely breathe, + So frightful was the shock. + He gasped; he tried to utter + A word with meaning fraught, + But to save his neck he couldn't + Control a single thought. + + + The Goat was tired of waiting, + He started for the Hare, + Only to find a vacant place, + Only to stand and stare. + For a flash of flying feet, + A glimpse of a gleaming eye, + Was all that marked this Hero, + Who'd rather run than die. + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets the Goat] + + + And now a neigh and a snort tremendous, + Aroused an echo most stupendous! + + A Mustang gay, + A Mustang free, + Looked at the little Hare + Carelessly. + Looked--then curvetted, + Inviting to play, + But the Hare almost trembled, + Its life away. + + "No--No--No!" he cried, + In wild protesting, + "I haven't come for play, + Nor any jesting." + "Ha--Ha!" laughed the Mustang, + And then "Hey? Hey?" + And kicking up his heels, + He began to neigh. + + The Hare stole off, + In fact, he RAN + As he hadn't run before + From beast or man. + He tucked under fences, + He skipped around trees, + He didn't pause to take a look, + Or even stop to sneeze. + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets the Mustang] + + + When a horrible bellow, + A wheeze and a snort + Came close to his ears + With loudest report + And a Bull most furious, + With rage not spurious, + Dashed up with a curious + Bow and a stare. + + Little Hare panting-- + Angry Bull ranting-- + Ah--what a race! + Oh, and he'll catch him, + Then he'll despatch him, + Pitiful chase! + + 'Twas a hair-breadth escape--I tell you true! + I'd have given a dime to have been there in time + To see them sweep by--those two! + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets the Bull] + + + Three little Lambs + Playing in clover + Called to the frightened Hare + Over and over. + + "Come with us--into this + Pretty, pretty spot?" + Gasped he flying past, + "I'd--rather--not!" + + "RATHER NOT, INDEED!" + Each Lamb rubbed his eye, + Then stared in calm disdain, + To see him onward fly. + + "He may"--then all exclaimed + In accents terse, + "Go further if he cares, + And fare much worse." + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets the three little Lambs] + + + Whish--whirr! on his track + Fast at his heels comes a flying pack! + Baying, snapping, + Howling, yelling! + Can he get away? + There is no telling! + + Fly little swift feet over dale and hill, + Take him dashing, flashing by the mill; + Tips of his toes, twinkle, twinkle fast, + Don't let the dogs eat him up at last! + + DON'T let the hungry, cruel, cruel jaws + Snap off his pretty little velvet paws, + Tear off his ears in terrible sport-- + DON'T let the naughty little thing be caught! + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare meets the Pack of Dogs] + + + Ah! + + A hole--a hole! + In he goes! + The dogs tumble up + To stare at his toes. + They gnash their jaws, + And bewail their fate; + But to eat little Hare + Must wait--must wait! + + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare dives into the hole] + + + + +CONCLUSION. + + + Had ever a beast such mad career? + Such a hare-brained race, + Such a long, long chase, + As this silly little Hare recorded here? + + This Hare, who wouldn't stop to fight, + Who ran away both day and night + Who put himself delightedly + Among the best of company, + + Who acting soon a reckless part, + Then posted off with all his heart; + Forever he's compelled to roam, + He never can enjoy a home. + + Hark! do you think that's rustling wind? + Oh no, its nothing of the kind; + It's this poor, homeless, restless Hare + Rushing here, there, and everywhere. + + List! do you hear the rain-drops fall + In gentle shower from tree-top tall? + Oh me! + Oh my! + It's poor Hare pattering by. + + + By the light of the silver moon--moon--moon, + He runs to the rhythm of a dismal tune; + In the gay merry shine of a summer day, + He still is running, away--away. + + In cold, in heat, in rain, in snow, + This poor little creature must go--must go; + Perhaps if you're there in time you'll see + This wandering Hare, + This miserable Hare, + Rush over the hill-top, bleak and bare. + + Do you suppose he wishes his home to see, + His sisters two, and his brothers three? + Would he like to lie down in his own little bed? + And does he recall what his father said? + + And long for his mother to tuck him up tight, + Just as she used to, every night? + Who can say + As alway + He goes on--and on--and on--and on---- + +[Illustration: The Lost Hare] + + +[Illustration: (Back Cover)] + + * * * * * + +[Transcriber's Note: Library of Congress Permalink for this title: +http://lccn.loc.gov/16001245] + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Ballad of the Lost Hare, by Margaret Sidney + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49699.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49699.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6515ddb5aedaa1299b2fc12cc44e18789fe258d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49699.txt @@ -0,0 +1,412 @@ + + + The Merry Andrew: or, the Humours of a Fair. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + THE + + MERRY ANDREW: + + OR, THE + + _Humours of a Fair._ + + GIVING + + A Description of + + AMUSEMENTS IN EARLY LIFE. + + [Illustration] + + _Adorned with Cuts._ + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + WELLINGTON: + + _Printed and sold by F. Houlston and Son._ + + PRICE TWO-PENCE. + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + THE + + MERRY ANDREW: + + OR, THE + + HUMOURS OF A FAIR. + + _Which begins in a Manner not at all wonderful._ + + +HALLOO Boys, halloo Boys, Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! + +Come, Tom, make haste, the Fair is begun. Here is Jack Pudding, with the +gridiron on his back, and all the boys hallooing. + + [Illustration] + +Make haste, make haste, but don’t get into the crowd: for little boys +are often trod upon, and even crushed to death by mixing with the mob. +If you would be safe, by all means avoid a crowd. Look yonder, Dick +Wilson there has done the very thing I cautioned you against. He has got +into the middle of that great mob. A silly chit; that boy is always +thrusting his nose into difficulties: surely there never was such an +impertinent little monkey. How shall we get him out? See how the rogue +scuffles and roars. He deserves all the squeezing he has got, because he +will never take advice; and yet I am sorry for him. Who tapped me on the +shoulder? O Sam, what are you come puffing and blowing! Why you look as +busy as a fool in the fair. Well, what news do you bring from the region +of nonsense? I have not seen it, and should be glad to know what is +done, without the trouble of attending. + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + CHAP. II. + + _Sam Gooseberry’s Account of the wonderful Things of the + Fair._ + + + [Illustration] + +WHY there is such a mobbing at the other side of the fair, says Sam, as +you never saw in your life, and one fat fellow has got among them that +has made me laugh immoderately—Stand further, good folks, says he, what +a mob is here! Who raked all this filthy crowd together? Honest friend, +take away your elbow. What a beastly crew am I got among! What a smell! +Oh, and such squeezing. Why, you overgrown sloven, says a footman, that +stood by, who makes half so much noise and crowding as you? reduce your +own fat paunch to a reasonable compass, sirrah, and there will be room +enough for us all. Upon this, the whole company set up a shout, and +crowding around my friend Tunbelly, so left an opening, through which I +made my escape, and have brought off Dick Wilson with me, who, by being +heartily squeezed, and having twelve of his ten toes trod off, is now +cured of his impertinent curiosity. But you desire an account of the +fair, and I mean to gratify you. The first thing I saw which gave me +pleasure, was old Gaffer Gingerbread’s stall.—See him, see + + Here’s gingerbread, gingerbread here of the best. + Come buy all I have, and I’ll give you the rest. + + [Illustration] + +The man of the world for gingerbread. What do you buy, what do you buy? +says the old gentleman; please to buy a gingerbread wife, sir; here’s a +very delicate one. Indeed there is too much gold on the nose; but that +is no objection to those who drive Smithfield bargains, and marry their +wives by weight. Will you please to have a gingerbread husband, madam; I +assure you, you may have a worse; or a watch, madam; here are watches +for belles, beaux, bucks, and blockheads. But here comes Master Punch. +See, there he is, with his hunch at his back. The crowd that came with +him obliged us to leave the place: but just as we were going, Giles +called out, Gentlemen, buy a house before you go. ’Tis better to buy +than to build. You have heard of the Cock that crowed in the morn, that +waked the Priest all shaven and shorn, that married the Man all tattered +and torn, that kissed the Maiden all forlorn, that milked the Cow with +the crumpled horn, that tossed the Dog, that worried the Cat, that +killed the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack +built. If there is any part you do not like, you may eat it; buy, +gentlemen, buy, and don’t build. Many of my friends have ruined +themselves by building. The insufferable folly of building a fine house, +has obliged many a man to lie in the street. Observe what the poet says +on the subject: + + The man who builds the finest place, + And cannot for it pay, + Is sure to feel his wretched case, + While others in it lay. + + [Illustration] + +A little further we saw one with the Wheel of Fortune before him, +playing with children for oranges. What do you say? Twenty may play as +well as one. Ay, and all may lose I suppose. Go away, sirrah, what, do +you teach, children to game!—Gaming is a scandalous practice. The +gamester, the liar, the thief, and the pickpocket, are first cousins, +and ought all to be turned out of company. + + [Illustration] + +At this instant up came _Dick Sadbury_, crying. And what do you think he +cries for? Why he has been at the gaming table, or in other words at the +Wheel of Fortune, and lost all the money that was given him by his +father and mother, and the fairings that he received from Mr. Long, Mr. +Williams, and Mrs. Goodenough. At first he won an orange, put it into +his pocket, and was pleased; and then he won a knife, whipt it up, and +was happy; after this he won many other things, till at last Fortune +turned against him, as at one time or other she always does against +those that come to her wheel and seek her favours, and he was choused +out of all his money, and brought nothing away but a half-penny +jew’s-harp. Why do you bellow so, you monkey? Go away, and learn more +sense for the future. + + Would you be wealthy, honest _Dick_, + Ne’er seek success at Fortune’s Wheel; + For she does all her votaries trick, + And you’ll her disappointment feel. + For wealth, _in virtue_ put your trust, + Be _faithful_, _vigilant_, and _just_. + +Never game, or if you do, never play for money. Avoid a gamester as you +would a mad dog, or as a wolf that comes to devour you. + +Hey day! who comes here? O, this is the Mountebank. + + [Illustration] + + He talks of curing every sore, + But makes you twice as many more. + +But hear him! hear his speech, and observe the Merry Andrew. + + [Illustration] + + + _The Doctor’s Speech._ + + [Illustration] + +Gentlemen and Ladies, I am the doctor of all doctors, the great doctor +of doctors, who can doctor you all. I ease your pains gratis, cure you +for nothing, and sell you my packets that you may never be sick again. +(Enter Andrew blowing on a scrubbing-broom.) Sirrah, where have you been +this morning? + +_Andrew._ Been, sir! why I have been on my travels, sir, with my knife, +sir; I have travelled round this great apple. Besides this, I have +travelled through the fair, sir, and bought all these gingerbread books +at a man’s stall, who sells learning by weight and measure, arithmetic +by the gross, geometry by the square, and physic and philosophy by the +pound. So I bought the philosophy: and left the physic for you, master. + +_Doctor._ Why, sirrah, do you never take physic? + +_Andrew._ Yes, master, sometimes. + +_Doctor._ What sort do you take? + +_Andrew._ Any sort, no matter what; ’tis all one to me. + +_Doctor._ And how do you take it? + +_Andrew._ Why I take it—I take it—and put it upon a shelf: and if I +don’t get well, I take it down again, and work it off with good strong +ale. But you shall hear me read in my golden books, master. + + He that can dance with a bag at his back, + Need swallow no physic, for none he doth lack, + He who is healthy, and cheerful, and cool, + Yet squanders his money on physic’s a _fool_. + Fool, master, fool, master, fool, fool. + +_Doctor._ Sirrah, you blockhead. I’ll break your head. + +_Andrew._ What, for reading my book, sir? + +_Doctor._ No; for your impudence, puppy. But come, good people, throw up +your handkerchiefs, you lose time by attending to that blundering booby; +and by and by you’ll be in a hurry, and we shall not be able to serve +you. Consider, gentlemen and ladies, in one of these packets is +deposited a curious gold ring, which the purchaser, whoever he may +happen to be, will have for a shilling, together with all the packet of +medicines; and every other adventurer will have a packet for one +shilling, which he may sell for ten times that sum. + +_Andrew._ Master, master, I’ll tell you how to get this ring, and a +great deal of money into the bargain. + +_Doctor._ How, sirrah? + +_Andrew._ Why, buy up all of them yourself, and you will be sure of the +ring, and have the packets to sell for ten shillings a-piece. + +_Doctor._ That’s true; but you are covetous, sirrah: you are covetous, +and want to get money. + +_Andrew._ And, master, I believe you don’t want to get physic. + +_Doctor._ Yes I do. + +_Andrew._ Then ’tis to get rid of it. But, + + He that can dance with a bag at his back, + Need swallow no physic, for none he doth lack. + +Huzza, halloo boys, halloo boys, halloo. + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + CHAP. III. + + _Sam Sensible’s Account of what he had seen in the Fair; + particularly a Description of the Up-and-down, and other + Things._ + + + [Illustration] + +IT is strange! but some children will never take advice, and always are +running into dangers and difficulties. That silly chit, _Wat Wilful_, +has been riding upon the Up-and-down, and is fallen off, and almost +killed. You know what I mean by the Up-and-down? It is a horse in a box, +a horse that flies in the air, like that which the ancient poets rode +on. + + [Illustration] + +And here is poor Wat, and his mother lamenting over him. + + [Illustration] + +If he had taken her advice, all had been well; for as he was going to +mount, Wat, says she, don’t be so ambitious. Ambitious people generally +tumble; and when once down, it is not easy to get up again. Remember +what your poor father used to read about Cardinal Wolsey. + +Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: +to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, and +bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, +a killing frost, and when he thinks, good easy man, full surely his +greatness is a ripening, nips his root, and then he falls as I do. I +have ventured, like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, these many +summers on a sea of glory; but far beyond my depth! My high-blown pride +at length broke under me, and now has left me weary, and old with +service, to the mercy of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain +pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye, I feel my heart new opened. + + [Illustration] + +But Wilful would, and so down he tumbled, and lies there a warning to +the obstinate and ambitious. Had he taken his mother’s advice, and rode +upon the Roundabout, as Dick Stamp and Will Somer did, he might have +whipped and spurred for an hour without doing any mischief, or receiving +any hurt. But he was a proud and obstinate silly boy. + + [Illustration] + + + _Descant on Time._ + + [Illustration] + +Now, my young friends, though you have had a treatise on many pleasing +and important subjects, yet there is one remains, and that _one_ should +not be forgot. Therefore I shall introduce a descant on _Time_; and this +I hope will meet with your approbation; for the sole intent of this +little book is to furnish you with such lessons as may improve your +understanding, and ripen your judgment. + +You have just been informed by the poet, that Time is a wonder-worker, +and truly it may well be called so. It is an awful revolutionist, for it +brings strange things to pass, and occasions innumerable vicissitudes in +the world. Though it is continually moving on, yet its advancements are +so slow and progressive, that we frequently disregard its course. But, +that time is uncertain, and Death may cut you off, even in your youth. +Therefore improve the present hour, for you know not what the next day +may bring forth. Slow as it seems to be, it steals upon us, and gently +leads us from childhood to old age. When we arrive at our three-score +years, then we begin to think that time runs on apace, and wish we had +employed the fleeting hours to more advantage. Here, my young friends, +is the fatal error which thousands experience to their cost; for they +pursue their foolish vanities, and never consider that time is given us +for the express purpose of preparing for eternity. Let me admonish you +to think better, and always bear this truth in your minds. + + [Illustration] + + + _On Learning._ + +It is impossible to enumerate all the advantages which are derived from +education, or learning. It qualifies us for every station, and never +fails to prove an invaluable ornament to its possessor. But the Dunce +appears in a very different light; for he is the scoff of society, and +must of necessity drudge through a life of ignorance and slavery. + + [Illustration] + + + _On Business._ + +It is of little consequence what your calling is, provided you fulfil +your station with honesty and integrity, for that is the true source of +contentment: and if you are satisfied with that state in which God hath +placed you, not even kings can desire, or be possessed of more, perhaps +not so much; because the higher the station, the greater the cares. + + [Illustration] + + + _On Idleness._ + +It would be thought a hard government that should tax its people +one-tenth part of their time to be employed in its service; but idleness +taxes many of us much more, if we reckon all that is spent in absolute +sloth, or in doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle +employments or amusements, that amount to nothing. Sloth, by bringing on +diseases, absolutely shortens life. “Sloth, like rust, consumes faster +than labour wears, while the used key is always bright.” + + [Illustration] + + + _To a Good Girl._ + + [Illustration] + + SO, pretty Miss Prudence, you’re come to the Fair, + And a very good girl they tell me you are. + Here, take this fine orange, this watch, and this knot, + You’re welcome, my dear, to all we have got. + + + _To a Naughty Girl._ + + [Illustration] + + SO, pert Mistress Prate-a-Pace, how came you here? + There is nobody wants to see you at the Fair. + Not an orange, an apple, a cake, or a nut, + Will any one give to so saucy a slut. + + + FINIS. + + [Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49945.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49945.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9e86ca056f338b0bd224a9773f3e83145067cc19 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49945.txt @@ -0,0 +1,332 @@ + + + No.] [1. + + _THE WIG_, + + AND THE + + SHOULDER OF MUTTON. + + [Illustration] + + With neat Engravings on Wood. + + LONDON: + + Published by A. K. Newman & Co. Leadenhall St. + and Dean and Munday, Threadneedle Street. + + _Price 2d._ + +[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. + +_AUGUSTUS FRIGHTENING HIS BROTHER._ + +_page 26._] + + + + +THE WIG AND THE SHOULDER OF MUTTON; OR, THE FOLLY OF JUVENILE FEARS. + +[Illustration] + + LONDON: + PUBLISHED BY + DEAN & MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET; AND + A. K. NEWMAN & Co. LEADENHALL-STREET. + ——— + _Price Two-pence._ + + + + +THE WIG + +AND + +THE SHOULDER OF MUTTON. + + +[Illustration] + +MR. FRIENDLY was one afternoon at home, and in the drawing-room with +his four children, Lambert, Charlotte, Dorothy, and Felix, when three +gentlemen, whose names were Vernon, Fairfield, and Fitzwilliam, came +to see him. The children loved them greatly, and were rejoiced to see +them. They would always listen to their conversation with a greedy ear, +because it was both amusing and instructive; and on this occasion sat +till the night came on, without perceiving that they wanted candles. +Mr. Vernon was relating a very curious circumstance that happened to +him in his travels, when a singular noise was heard from the second +flight of stairs. The children crowded together in a fright, behind +their father, instead of going to see what was the matter, as they +ought to have done. Mr. Vernon bid his eldest son, Lambert, step out; +but Lambert passed the order to his sister Charlotte; Charlotte to +Dorothy; and Dorothy passed it on to Felix. + +[Illustration] + +All this was transacted in a moment. Mr. Friendly eyed them with a +look, which seemed to ask if he or his friends should take the trouble +to rise, and see what accident had happened. + +[Illustration] + +Upon this, the four began their march towards the door, in the figure +of a square, each supported by the other. They were now come near the +door, when Lambert, with a fearful step, advanced and opened it; +but instantly fell back into his former place. The little ones were +terrified on seeing an apparition clothed in white, crawling along. In +short, our heroes uttered a shriek, and retreated towards their father, +who rose from his seat, went to the door to ascertain the cause, and +asked who was there. + +“I, sir!” replied a voice, that appeared to issue from some part of +the flooring. + +[Illustration] + +“I!” said Mr. Friendly, “and pray who are you?” + +“The barber’s boy, sir, looking for your wig.” + +Think, little friends, what bursts of laughter now succeeded their +preceding silence. Mr. Friendly rang the bell for a light, and when it +came, perceived the wig-box broken, and the unfortunate wig entangled +about the boy’s right foot. + +The father now asked his children what they had been afraid of. They +could not tell, and really felt ashamed; for they had been accustomed +from their infancy not to be afraid of being in the dark; and the +servants were expressly forbidden to tell them any foolish stories +about ghosts or goblins. + +[Illustration] + +The preceding conversation being thus deranged, it came at last to +turn upon this subject: what could occasion those surprising fears, so +common to all children, particularly on going to bed in the dark? + +“It is the natural effects of darkness, and that only,” answered Mr. +Vernon; “as children cannot properly distinguish objects around them +in the dark, their imagination, which is always smitten with the +marvellous, shapes them out extraordinary figures, by enlarging or +contracting what they look at, just as circumstances govern. Upon this, +the notion of their weakness easily persuades them they are utterly +unable to resist those monsters, which they think armed to hurt them. +Terror thus obtains possession of them, and too frequently impresses +fears which have the worst consequences.” + +“They would be ashamed,” said Mr. Friendly, “if they saw in open day +what often gives them so much fright by night.” + +“It was for all the world,” said Lambert, “just as if I saw it; but I +needed only touch it, and then I knew very well what it was.” + +“Oh, yes,” said Charlotte, “you have given us a very admirable proof of +your courage. Needed only touch it! And therefore, I suppose, you would +have had me touch the door, but that I pushed you forward.” + +“It becomes you well to talk about my fear,” said Lambert; “you that +got behind poor Felix.” + +[Illustration] + +“And poor little Dorothy behind me,” added the sly Felix. + +“Come,” said Mr. Friendly, “I can see you have nothing to reproach +each other with. But Lambert’s notion is not, upon that account, +less rational; for, as in all the monstrous shapes that we image out +continually to ourselves, we have but natural accidents to fear, we +may ward off all danger by the sense of feeling, which distinguishes +what frequently deceives the sight. It is the neglect of this +precaution in our infancy, that makes so many of us fancy ghosts in +every object round about us. I remember on this head, a story, comical +enough, which I will tell you.” + +[Illustration] + +The four children now came round their father, crying out, “A story! +oh, a story!” and their father thus began it:— + +“In my father’s house, there lived a maid-servant, who one night +was sent for beer into the cellar. We were all seated at the table, +but could not set eyes upon the servant or beer. My mother, who was +rather of a hasty temper, rose from table, and went out to call her. +As it chanced, the cellar door was open, but she could not make the +servant hear. My mother ordered me to bring a candle, and go down into +the cellar with her. I went first to light the way: but as I looked +straight forward, and did not mind my steps, all at once I fell over +something rather soft. My light went out and getting up, I put my +hand upon another hand, quite motionless and cold, which caused me to +give an involuntary shriek. Upon the cry that I uttered, down came the +cook-maid with a candle. They drew near, and we discovered the poor +girl stretched all along upon the ground, face downward, in a swoon. We +raised her up, and let her have a smelling-bottle. She recovered her +spirits, but had hardly lifted up her eyes, when she cried out: ‘There! +there! she is there still.’ ‘Who is there?’ replied my mother. ‘That +tall woman in white,’ answered she, ‘there, standing in the corner. +See! see! see!’ We looked the way that she pointed; and really did +see, as she described it, somewhat white and of a tolerable length, +suspended in a corner. ‘Is it only that?’ replied the cook-maid, +bursting out a laughing, ‘why that is nothing but a SHOULDER OF MUTTON, +which I bought last night. I hung it there, that it might be quite +fresh and cool, and put a napkin round it, to keep off the flies.’ She +immediately took off the napkin, and exhibited the shoulder of mutton +to her fellow servant, who stood trembling with terror. + +[Illustration] + +“It was about a quarter of an hour before she was convinced of her +ridiculous mistake. She would at first insist upon it, that the phantom +stared her in the face with saucer eyes; that she had turned to run +away, but that the ghost had followed her, fastened on her petticoat, +and seized upon the candle in her hand. What happened after this, she +could not tell.” + +[Illustration] + +“It is very easy to explain all this,” said Mr. Vernon: “and assign the +reason why your servant fancied thus extravagantly. When the fright +first seized her and she swooned, the circulation of the blood was +stopped, and she could not run away; so she thought that she had been +held. Her limbs were deprived of their strength, so that she could not +hold the candle, and therefore supposed that the spectre took it from +her.” + +[Illustration] + +“We are happy,” added he, “that the understanding and good sense of +people have begun to dissipate these foolish notions concerning ghosts +and goblins. There was once a time of so much ignorance, that these +ideas, mixed with superstitious notions, had deprived the boldest of +their courage; but, thank heaven, they are now almost done away in +towns; though they exist now, in the country, where it is not at all +uncommon to hear of witches, and evil spirits.” + +Mr. Fitzwilliam remarked, that many boys took delight in frightening +their playmates, not thinking of the ill effects that generally +attend such pastime. I have myself been very lately told of an unhappy +incident, which shows how terribly the effects of fear may act on +children. I will tell you the tale, my little friends, and I hope the +story will not fail to cure you of a wish to frighten one another when +it is dark, if ever you give way to such a practice. + +[Illustration] + +“Charles Pomroy, a lad of great vivacity and understanding, had such +a natural turn for music, that besides his daily lesson on the organ, +which his master came to give him every morning, he would go at night +upon a visit to his master, who resided in the neighbourhood, and there +repeat it. + +[Illustration] + +“Charles’s brother Augustus was a good boy likewise, but had something +of a turn towards drollery: he spent the time, when Charles was busy +at his book, in scheming how he might play off some trick or other, no +ways minding who became the object of his waggery. He took notice that +his brother frequently came home alone, and sometimes when it was dark; +so he turned his thoughts upon a contrivance to frighten him a little. +He could walk in stilts. One evening, therefore, at the same time that +his brother was expected home, he put himself into a pair of very high +ones, wrapped a great white sheet about him, which trailed far behind +upon the ground; and took a broad-brimmed hat, which first of all he +flapped, and having covered it with crape of a sufficient length to +hang a great way down on every side, but most of all before him, put it +on his head. Thus frightfully equipped, he placed himself upright, and +at a little distance from the house, close by the garden-gate, through +which his brother always used to pass, coming home. + +“Charles now returned home, delighted with the tune he had just +learned, which he was whistling. He was scarce come within a short +distance of the gate, when he perceived the vast spectre, which held +out his arms, and advanced to attack him. Overcome with terror at the +sight of such an apparition, he fell down, deprived of understanding. +Poor Augustus, who had not foreseen the consequences of his fatal +frolic, immediately threw away his mask, and fell upon his brother’s +almost breathless body; he tried every means in his power to re-animate +him: but, alas! the poor little fellow was almost dead. + +[Illustration] + +“In the greatest agony Augustus called loudly for help, and his parents +instantly came running to the spot. They carried Charles into the house +and put him to bed, but it was some time before they could restore +animation. At length he opened his eyes, and viewed them with a vacant +stupid look. They called him by every tender name; but he appeared as +if he did not comprehend them. He endeavoured but in vain, to speak: +his tongue essayed to do so, but without articulation. He is now deaf, +dumb, and foolish, and will very probably remain so all his life-time. + +“Six or seven months have now passed away since this melancholy +accident took place, and the doctors who attend him have no hopes of +his recovery. + +“Imagine, my little friends, if you are able, the distress and sorrow +of his parents. It would certainly have been better for them and him +too, if he had died on the spot. They would not then have had every +day before them such a piteous object of affliction and despair. + +[Illustration] + +“But their distress is nothing in comparison to Augustus’s. Since the +unfortunate accident, he has fretted himself to a mere skeleton. He can +neither eat nor sleep. His tears exhaust him. Twenty times a-day he +walks about the room, and suddenly stops short: he wrings his hands, +pulls up his hair, and curses even his birth. He calls and embraces +his dear brother, who no longer knows him. I have seen them both, and +cannot tell which of the two is most unhappy.” + + + FINIS. + + + Dean and Munday, Printers, Threadneedle-street. + + + + +WIG & SHOULDER OF MUTTON. + +[Illustration] + + +CHILDREN’S BOOKS, + +_Printed in neat uniform size, and embellished, with numerous neat +Engravings_. + + No. + 1 Wig, and Shoulder of Mutton. + 2 History of Goody Two-Shoes. + 3 Edward & Julia, or Visits to the Village. + 4 Nursery Rhymes and Infant Tales. + 5 Juvenile Puzzler, or Riddle-Book. + 6 Charlotte and Frances, or Reward for Kindness. + 7 Cinderella and her Glass Slippers. + 8 Child’s Picture Alphabet. + 9 The World turned Upside Down. + 10 Butterfly’s Ball, & Grasshopper’s Feast. + 11 Four Seasons, and Little Brother. + 12 Cottage Garden, or Infant Tutor. + 13 Little Red Riding-Hood. + + * * * * * + +Transcriber’s Notes: + +Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + +Page 25, “brimed” changed to “brimmed” (broad-brimmed hat) + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Wig and the Shoulder of Mutton, by Anonymous + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49968.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49968.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a528a2ec942a3a9c9c0db53190104ea26c2eac27 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg49968.txt @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ + + + [Illustration: (Cover) _Fort Jefferson from the air._] + + + + + Fort Jefferson + NATIONAL MONUMENT + + + [Illustration: Lighthouse] + +_Fort Jefferson (1846-74), largest of the 19th-century American coastal + forts, and one time “Key to the Gulf of Mexico.”_ + +The seven Dry Tortugas Islands and the surrounding shoals and waters in +the Gulf of Mexico are included in Fort Jefferson National Monument. +Though the area is off the beaten track, it has long been famous for +bird and marine life, as well as for legends of pirates and sunken gold. +The century-old fort is the central feature. + + + _Dry Tortugas_ + +Like a strand of beads hanging from the tip of Florida, reef islands +trail westward into the Gulf of Mexico. At the end, almost 70 miles west +of Key West, is the cluster of coral keys called Dry Tortugas. In 1513, +the Spanish discoverer Ponce de León named them _las Tortugas_—the +Turtles—because of “the great amount of turtles which there do breed.” +The later name Dry Tortugas, warns the mariner that there is no fresh +water here. + +Past Tortugas sailed the treasure-laden ships of Spain, braving +shipwreck and corsairs. Not until Florida became part of the United +States in 1821 were the pirates finally driven out. Then, for additional +insurance to a growing United States commerce in the Gulf, a lighthouse +was built at Tortugas, on Garden Key, in 1825. Thirty-one years later +the present 150-foot light was erected on Loggerhead Key. + + + _The Need for a Fort_ + +In the words of the naval captain who surveyed the Keys in 1830, +Tortugas could “control navigation of the Gulf.” Commerce from the +growing Mississippi Valley sailed the Gulf to reach the Atlantic. Enemy +seizure of Tortugas would cut off this vital traffic, and naval tactics +from this strategic base could be effective against even a superior +force. + +There were still keen memories of Jackson’s fight with the British at +New Orleans, and Britain was currently developing her West Indies +possessions. Trouble in Cuba was near. Texas, a new republic, seemed +about to form an alliance with France or England, thus providing the +Europeans with a foothold on the Gulf Coast. + + + _Thirty Years of Construction_ + +During the first half of the 1800’s the United States began a chain of +seacoast defenses from Maine to Texas. The largest link was Fort +Jefferson, half a mile in perimeter and covering most of 16-acre Garden +Key. From foundation to crown its 8-foot-thick walls stand 50 feet high. +It has 3 gun tiers, designed for 450 guns, and a garrison of 1,500 men. + +The fort was started in 1846, and, although work went on for almost 30 +years, it was never finished. The U. S. Engineer Corps planned and +supervised the building. Artisans imported from the North and slaves +from Key West made up most of the labor gang. After 1861 the slaves were +partly replaced by military prisoners, but slave labor did not end until +Lincoln freed the slaves in 1863. + + + _The War Between the States_ + +To prevent Florida’s seizure of the half-complete, unarmed defense, +Federal troops hurriedly occupied Fort Jefferson (January 19, 1861), but +aside from a few warning shots at Confederate privateers, there was no +action. The average garrison numbered 500 men, and building quarters for +them accounted for most of the wartime construction. + +Little important work was done after 1866, for the new rifled cannon had +already made the fort obsolete. Further, the engineers found that the +foundations rested not upon a solid coral reef, but upon sand and coral +boulders washed up by the sea. The huge structure settled, and the walls +began to crack. + + + _Yellow Fever_ + +For almost 10 years after the war, Fort Jefferson remained a prison. +Among the prisoners sent there in 1865 were the “Lincoln +Conspirators”—Michael O’Loughlin, Samuel Arnold, Edward Spangler, and +Dr. Samuel A. Mudd. Dr. Mudd, knowing nothing of President Lincoln’s +assassination, had set the broken leg of the fugitive assassin, John +Wilkes Booth. The innocent physician was convicted of conspiracy and +sentenced to life imprisonment at hard labor. + +Normally, Tortugas was a healthful post, but in 1867 yellow fever came. +From August 18 to November 14 the epidemic raged, striking 270 of the +300 men at the fort. Among the first of the 38 fatalities was the post +surgeon, Maj. Joseph Sim Smith. Dr. Mudd, together with Dr. Daniel +Whitehurst, from Key West, worked day and night to fight the scourge. +Two years later, Dr. Mudd was pardoned. + + [Illustration: _It is a mile-long walk through the gunroom + galleries._] + + + _The Spanish-American War_ + +Because of hurricane damage and another fever outbreak, Fort Jefferson +was abandoned in 1874. During the 1880’s, however, the United States +began a naval building program, and Navy men looked at this southern +outpost as a possible naval base. From Tortugas Harbor the battleship +_Maine_ weighed anchor for Cuba, and when she was blown up in Havana +Harbor, on February 15, 1898, the Navy began a coaling station outside +the fort walls, bringing the total cost of the fortification to some 3½ +million dollars. The big sheds were hardly completed before a hurricane +smashed the loading rigs. + +One of the first naval wireless stations was built at the fort early in +the 1900’s, and, during World War I, Tortugas was equipped for a +seaplane base. But as the military moved out again, fire and storms and +salvagers took their toll, leaving the “Gibraltar of the Gulf” the vast +ruin that it is today. + + + _Tortugas Birds_ + +One of our great national wildlife spectacles occurs each year between +May and September, when the sooty terns assemble on Bush Key for their +nesting season. The terns come from the Caribbean Sea and west-central +Atlantic Ocean and land by the thousands on Bush Key. Their nests are no +more than depressions in the warm sand. The parents take turns shading +their single egg from the sun. When the young are strong enough for +continuous flight, the colony again heads southeastward to tropical +seas. + +The presence of these tropical oceanic birds at Tortugas was recorded by +Ponce de León (1513), Capt. John Hawkins (1565), John James Audubon +(1832), and Louis Agassiz (1858). During the early 1900’s, commercial +egg-raiding reduced the colony to only 4,000 birds, but careful +protection restored the strength of the colony; 120,000 birds are now +recorded at the rookery. Several hundred noddy terns, similar to the +sooty in habit and size, nest in the low shrubbery of Bush Key. + +The great man-o’-war, or frigate, bird congregates here during the tern +season to enjoy an easy existence on minnows pirated from the terns. +With a wingspread of about 7 feet, the frigate is one of the most +graceful of the soaring birds. Though rarely seen elsewhere in any +number, as many as 200 glide endlessly on the thermal updrafts above the +fort. + +Blue-faced and brown boobies of the West Indies are year-round residents +of Tortugas. Each summer a colony of a few hundred roseate terns, which +normally inhabit the Atlantic seaboard north of Cape Hatteras, nest on +Long Key. In season, a continuous procession of songbirds and other +migrants fly over or drop off for rest at the islands, which lie across +one of the principal flyways from the United States to Cuba and South +America. Familiar gulls and terns of the north, as well as many +migratory shore birds, spend the winter at Tortugas. + + [Illustration: _Ruins of the officers’ quarters._] + + [Illustration: _Dr. Samuel A. Mudd._] + + [Illustration: _The sooty tern shades its eggs from the hot sun._] + + + _Plant and Animal Life_ + +The warm Gulf Stream waters support great reefs of coral and “forests” +of marine plants, which in turn provide refuge for the myriad forms of +animal life in nature’s aquarium. The visitor who is equipped with a +glass-bottomed bucket or box can enjoy the sight of brilliant tropical +fish and crustaceans in the crystal-clear waters of their native +environment. Sport fishing is permitted in accordance with regulations, +which may be obtained from the superintendent. + +The native flora is tropical, principally mangrove, button-mangrove or +buttonwood, bay cedar, seagrape, sea-lavender, purslane, and seaoats—all +quite characteristic of the lower east coast of Florida. + +The early residents, however, brought in many plants, including the +feathery tamarind, gumbo limbo, Australian-pine, and coconut and date +palms. Growing out of the ruins may be a pepper plant that came from a +garden in Havana. + + + _About Your Visit_ + +Fort Jefferson is 68 miles from Key West and is accessible only by boat. +Landing of aircraft is prohibited because of the hazards to wildlife. +However, there are no other restrictions that would interfere with your +enjoyment of a rare experience. The area is an isolated wilderness, and +you must provide for your own independent existence—no housing, meals, +transportation, or supplies are available. The anchorage is large and +well protected, and a landing wharf is available. + +National Park Service representatives at Fort Jefferson are on duty to +enforce regulations and to guide you to the most interesting points in +the area. You are required to register at the fort. There is no charge +for admission. + + + _Administration_ + +Fort Jefferson was declared a national monument by Presidential +proclamation of January 4, 1935. The monument includes the Dry Tortugas +Islands and a surrounding water area of about 75 square miles. +Correspondence regarding the monument should be addressed to the +Superintendent, Fort Jefferson National Monument, Key West, Fla. + + [Illustration: FORT JEFFERSON NATIONAL MONUMENT; + DRY TORTUGAS; FLORIDA + High-resolution Map] + + [Illustration: U. S. DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR Seal] + + United States Department of the Interior + Fred A. Seaton, _Secretary_ + National Park Service, Conrad L. Wirth, _Director_ + Reprint 1958 + + U. S. GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE: 1958 O-467962 + + + + + _The National Park System, of which this area is a unit, is dedicated + to conserving the scenic, scientific, and historic heritage of the + United States for the benefit and enjoyment of its people._ + + + + + Transcriber’s Notes + + +—Silently corrected a few typos. + +—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook + is public-domain in the country of publication. + +—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by + _underscores_. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50073.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50073.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2f5a44dd98e6728dfdcb396f1aebd20aadb1ed19 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50073.txt @@ -0,0 +1,303 @@ + + + +credit + + + +Transcribed from the Brown & Co., Third (c1890?), edition by David Price, +email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + The Age of Stonehenge. + + + BY THE + + REV. EDWARD DUKE, + M.A., F.G.S., &c. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + _THIRD EDITION_. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + SALISBURY: BROWN & CO. + LONDON: SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, & CO. + + * * * * * + + _PRICE THREEPENCE_. + + * * * * * + + + + +PREFACE. + + +The first thought which is almost sure to present itself to the mind of a +visitor to Stonehenge is this--can we reasonably fix its age? + +The author of the accompanying little pamphlet has endeavoured to answer +this question as far as, in his judgment, it admits of being answered. + +Lake House, near Salisbury. + + + + +The Age of Stonehenge. + + +Will the precise age of the erection of Stonehenge ever be ascertained? +It seems very unlikely that it ever will be. Perhaps it is not desirable +that it should be. The mystery which enwraps it in this respect adds not +a little to the imposing grandeur of those weather-beaten stones. But +though we cannot say exactly how old this wonderful structure is, we may, +I think, say with confidence that it is not later than a certain era, +_i.e._, that when the Roman legions invaded our shores (B.C. 55) +Stonehenge was standing as now in the midst of Salisbury Plain. To the +proof of this I am wishful to draw attention, inasmuch as the post-Roman +theory put forth by the late Mr. James Fergusson has obtained credence +with not a few intelligent persons. + +Mr. Fergusson's well-known work, "Rude Stone Monuments," contains much +interesting information on the subjects of which he treats, and the facts +which he adduces we may presume to be facts collected with care. But +this proves nothing as to the truth of the inferences which he deduces +from his premises. The observing faculty and the faculty for drawing +correct conclusions do not always meet in the same individual, as was +notably the case in the late talented Charles Darwin with respect to his +physical evolution theory. Fergusson confidently maintains, in the work +to which I refer, that "Stonehenge was erected as a monument to the +memory of the British chiefs treacherously slain by Hengist." He +supposes that its building commenced about A.D. 466, and may have been +completed about A.D. 470. And on what authority does he chiefly rely +historically for this theory? On the mediaeval historian Geoffrey of +Monmouth, who wrote about A.D. 1140. But what does he himself say of the +credibility of this writer? To quote his own words: "he was a fabulist +of the most exuberant imagination" (p. 106), and again he says of him (p. +88), "he is a frail reed to rely upon"; and yet, strange to say, we find +him building much on the uncorroborated statement of Geoffrey that +Stonehenge was erected in memory of the slaughter of certain British +chiefs. + +But no less weak and inconclusive is his reasoning when he brings his +reader within the area of Stonehenge. He points attention to the fact +that Sir R. C. Hoare had stated in his "Ancient Wilts," I. p. 150:--"We +have found in digging (within the circle) several fragments of Roman as +well as coarse British pottery, part of the head and horns of deer and +other animals, and a large barbed arrow-head of iron"; and he also +mentions that Mr. Cunnington at an earlier date had discovered within the +area some Roman pottery. {4} From this Mr. Fergusson infers that "the +building must have been erected after the Romans had settled in this +island." But what does the fact, assuming it to be a fact, that Roman +pottery was found at Stonehenge, prove? Not that the Romans, or their +successors, were the builders, but simply what no one will question, that +the Romans during their stay in Britain, occupied this part of the +country, and visited Stonehenge. He omits in his argument, it should be +observed, to take any notice of the fact that "ancient British pottery" +was found at the same time with Roman within the temple. Does not such +an omission detract much from the fairness and force of his reasoning? +Moreover we find that Sir R. C. Hoare in his "Ancient Wilts" repeatedly +mentions that in digging within what were undoubtedly ancient British +camps in South Wilts, he met with Roman pottery as well as British. What +does this indicate? Simply that while these earthworks had been +originally constructed by our Celtic forefathers they were afterwards +occupied, and in many instances re-formed, by the Romans. It indicates +thus much certainly, but nothing more, and similarly the finding Roman +pottery at Stonehenge is no proof that the Roman people, or their +successors, had any hand whatever in its construction. Possibly it may +have happened, though I admit that we have no evidence to offer on this +point, that the Romano-British ladies were accustomed to have their +picnics at Stonehenge, as we do now, and "as accidents will sometimes +happen" an article or two of their pottery may have been broken, and have +become gradually embedded in the ground, so as to mislead some of the +learned archaeologists of the present day. Evidence drawn from objects +found beneath the soil is usually very inconclusive. As in this case, +there may have been diggings at different times; stones we know have been +upset; earth is apt to accumulate in the lapse of time; and objects once +on the surface to sink down and become buried. Time effects many such +changes, and mistakes often arise from not bearing this sufficiently in +mind. + +But putting aside for the present the unsatisfactory evidence on which +this theory is based, let us see whether the surrounding barrows have not +something to say on the question before us. These barrows are, as +everyone must have observed, more than usually numerous around +Stonehenge. There are about 300 within a radius of a mile and a-half. +They are, in fact, much more thickly conglomerated hereabouts than +elsewhere on the plain. This, I think I shall be able to show presently, +is no accidental circumstance, but that it has a significant bearing on +the age of this mysterious structure. + +First, however, let us take notice of the contents of these particular +barrows, and of the evidence thence deducible as to the era of their +construction. They are unquestionably pre-Roman. They have all been +opened, and nothing Roman, whether coins, or pottery, or ornaments, or +weapons, has been found in any of them. This we know on the authority of +that very able and most careful barrow-opener, Sir R. C. Hoare, _vide_ +his "Ancient Wilts." In saying this, it must be borne in mind that we +are speaking of the barrows which immediately surround Stonehenge. In +other parts of England, and indeed, in other parts of Wiltshire, there +are tumuli of later age; but in this particular district they are all, +without exception, of an era prior to the Roman occupation. + +And now I need scarcely say that if only we can satisfactorily connect +these barrows with Stonehenge, we shall be furnished with a clue to its +age of no little value--not, indeed, to its precise or positive age, but +to its age in relation to the period when the Romans occupied Britain. + +Our question, then, is this--Does the position of the barrows in +reference to Stonehenge, enable us to infer that they have been located +with a special view to the temple which they surround so numerously? In +answering this question we may at once admit that no regular order of +position is observable. They do not appear to be placed in concentric +lines, or avenues. This, however, will at once strike an observer, that +the eminences rather than the depressions or hollows between the hills +have been chosen as sites for these sepulchral mounds. The instances are +very rare indeed in which barrows are to be found in any of the numerous +little valleys where they would be out of sight. + +But more decided evidence than this is of course needed. And for such +evidence we have not far to seek. The pedestrian may obtain it without +any great difficulty. Let him visit, as I have done myself, every barrow +on the surrounding plain within the above-mentioned radius, and then +mount to the summit of each, whether it happens to be a bowl or +bell-shaped barrow, or any of the more elevated tumuli, and I can promise +him a view, in almost every instance, of the old stones from the top. +There are indeed a few exceptions, but only of such a nature as in fact +to "prove the rule." In some cases plantations, or similar modern +intervening objects, hide the view. One or two cases also I noticed in +which a barrow in the foreground obstructed the view from one further +back. But this was not, as I think, that the later barrow-builders acted +uncourteously towards the earlier ones, but simply that they did it +inconsiderately--they did not notice that they were thus obstructing the +line of view. Again, there are other cases in which you do not perhaps +get the view from the base of the barrow, but as you ascend to the top, +to your surprise and pleasure you find the grand old stones suddenly +burst into sight. But do there still remain a few instances unaccounted +for? There are a few, but they are very few, and I do not think we need +feel the slightest difficulty in explaining these exceptional cases. +Bear in mind that these barrows were the burying places, not of the +common people, but of the chieftains and other distinguished persons, as +is evidenced by their contents. They thus represent in all probability a +considerable lapse of time, during which the deceased bodies were +conveyed--some it may be from long distances--to this grand unfenced +cemetery. It is therefore very probable that the interments may have +occupied a considerable number of years, and may have, in some instances, +even _preceded_ the time-honoured temple of Stonehenge. But I again +repeat that these exceptions are very few in number, nor do they in any +degree shake the conclusion, which really is _irresistible_, that these +said barrows do not occupy chance positions, but that the selection of +the sites, as they became needed, was governed by a sacred feeling, such +as even heathens may have, that they would wish the ashes of their +beloved dead to repose in view of the temple where they worshipped in +their lifetime. + +But there still remains to be mentioned another fact which, added to what +has gone before, seems to render the evidence in favour of the pre-Roman +antiquity little short of demonstrative. It is this. On the western +side of the temple there were formerly several barrows, now, I am sorry +to say, obliterated by the ruthless plough, which were opened first by +Dr. Stukeley, and afterwards re-opened by Sir R. C. Hoare, in one of +which were found numerous fragments, not only of the "sarsens," which +would not have been so conclusive, but also of the so-called "blue +stones," _i.e._, the igneous stones of the syenitic or green stone class, +which could have been brought from nowhere else in the neighbourhood, and +which therefore must have been chippings taken from the stones +themselves, as they were being prepared for their places in the temple. +Sir R. C. Hoare says, with reference to one of these barrows:--"On +removing the earth from over the cist" (and therefore from the very base +of the barrow) "we found a large piece of one of the blue stones of +Stonehenge, which decidedly proves that the adjoining temple was erected +previous to the tumulus." He also says that "in opening the fine +bell-shaped barrow on the north-east of Stonehenge, we found one or two +pieces of the chippings of these (blue) stones, as well as in the waggon +tracks round the area of the temple." I need not point out the +satisfactory evidence which all this brings to bear on the question +before us. The surrounding barrows are all pre-Roman, and therefore, for +the reasons alleged, Stonehenge must be pre-Roman also, as being older, +possibly much older, than the majority of the barrows themselves. + +And now what shall we say more? The grand old temple pleads for itself. +To assign to it the later origin would be to deprive it of its +well-founded claim to take rank among the most interesting of all the +relics of the ancient heathen world which have come down to us. Thus +dishonoured, it would sink down into the comparatively insignificant +monument of a treacherous slaughter said to have been perpetrated in the +neighbourhood about A.D. 450. But can this be all the meaning there is +in this mysterious structure, which has been viewed with astonishment and +veneration by such numbers of persons through successive centuries? Only +think of the time and labour--the almost superhuman efforts--which it +must have cost our forefathers to convey these ponderous stones to the +spot, and then to shape and to set them up. Such sustained exertion as +this, so laborious and so costly, requires a motive to account for it. +And there is no motive we know of so powerful as what may be termed "the +religious instinct." The force of this principle of human nature, even +in its sadly corrupted state as it exists in the case of the ignorant and +superstitious heathen, is nevertheless the strongest principle of action +in the human breast. We see it in the tenacity with which heathen +idolaters cling to their ancestral deities, or, as in India, in the +enormous sums of money which have been lavished by the Hindoos on the +construction and adornment of their idolatrous temples. Viewing +Stonehenge, then, as a temple erected at a very early period for the +worship of the Sun, or Baal, we have what may be regarded as an adequate +motive for all the time and labour which must have been expended in its +construction, while, on the other hand, such a sufficient motive seems to +be altogether wanting on any other supposition. It may be added that the +author of "Rude Stone Monuments," while strenuously maintaining his own +view, admits, with some degree of inconsistency, that "looking at the +ground plan of Stonehenge there is something singularly _templar_ in its +arrangements." It is also worth noticing that the utter absence of +anything like ornamentation in this building is itself a very strong +argument against its Roman or post-Roman age. For we shall look in vain +to find amongst the acknowledged remains of Roman architecture any +example of such severe unadorned simplicity as we have here. + +May we not then be suffered to retain our old belief that this is +unquestionably a relic of Pagan antiquity of surpassing interest, visibly +testifying as it does amidst the solitude and silence of the surrounding +plain to the state in which our Celtic or Belgic forefathers were before +the light of Christian truth visited our shores, and brought with it the +civilization, and other inestimable blessings, which we now happily +possess. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + Bennett Brothers, Printers, Journal Office, Salisbury. + + + + +Footnotes. + + +{4} It is due to the memory of that very able pioneer of discoveries in +our Wiltshire barrows--the late Mr. W. Cunnington, F.S.A., of Heytesbury, +who is here referred to--to explain that though he found some fragments +of Roman pottery among the loose earth which had slipped into the cavity +caused by the fall of the great Trilithon in 1797, he did not consider +that this pottery had been deposited before the erection of the stones, +but that it must have found its way into the ground afterwards, from some +cause or other. That this was Mr. Cunnington's belief is quite certain +from a letter of his on the subject, dated Oct. 2, 1801, and which is, I +believe in the possession of his grandson, Mr. W. Cunnington, F.G.S. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50121.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50121.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..513c9b4e8ea60ce8d33c3a3c8d82bbd4452b7f3b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg50121.txt @@ -0,0 +1,411 @@ + + + FIFTEEN NEW WAYS + + FOR OYSTERS + + + + + MRS S T RORER + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + +OTHER BOOKS + + BY MRS S T RORER + + +MRS RORER’S COOK BOOK + + nearly 600 pages of the choicest + recipes in every department of + cookery; bound in washable oilcloth + covers, $1.75 + +CANNING AND PRESERVING + + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 + cents + +HOT WEATHER DISHES + + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 + cents + +HOME CANDY MAKING + + paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75 + cents + +TWENTY QUICK SOUPS + +FIFTEEN NEW WAYS FOR OYSTERS + +HOW TO USE A CHAFING DISH + +COLONIAL RECIPES + +SANDWICHES + +DAINTIES + + Each of the above six volumes is bound + in a different colored linen cloth, + beautifully stamped in colors; price + 25 cents each + + + + + ARNOLD AND COMPANY Publishers + PHILADELPHIA + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + FIFTEEN NEW WAYS + FOR OYSTERS + + + + + BY MRS S T RORER + + + + + PHILADELPHIA + ARNOLD AND COMPANY + + + + + Copyright 1894 by Mrs S T Rorer + + + + +Printed by +George H Buchanan and Company +Philadelphia + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + CONTENTS + + + Curried Oysters + Sauted Oysters + Boiled Oysters + Oysters a la Newburg + Keebobbed Oysters + Pan Baked + Oyster Tarts + Creamed Oysters + Spindled Oysters + Scallop of Oyster and Macaroni + Bisque of Oyster + Oysters en Coquille + Oysters Stuffed + Oysters on Mushrooms + Baked Mushrooms + Larded Oysters Broiled + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + CURRIED OYSTERS + + +Drain twenty-five good, fat oysters, boil the liquor, skim and strain +it. 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With a soft piece of cheese cloth, dry each one +carefully without bruising. Dust lightly with salt and red pepper. Have +ready a large sheet-iron sauted pan. Put in the bottom just sufficient +butter to keep the oyster from sticking. Have at your side the serving +dish, nicely heated, in which you may put a tablespoonful of butter, and +if you use wine, a tablespoonful of sherry, and about four drops of +Worcestershire sauce. Now throw the oysters, a few at a time, into the +hot pan. Shake them. Lift them quickly as soon as the gills have curled; +put them into the serving dish and then cook a second lot. Do not cook +over eight at a time. Serve at once. + + + + + BOILED OYSTERS + + +Melt two tablespoonfuls of butter and then strain or pour it off +carefully, leaving the sediment in the melting pan. Put the strained +butter in a heated dish in which you are going to serve the oysters. +Have ready a good-sized kettle of boiling water. Have the oysters +drained in a bowl, which hold close to the kettle in your left hand. Now +with a skimmer take out five or six oysters. Throw them into the boiling +water for just a minute. Then with the same skimmer take them out, drain +carefully, throw them into the heated dish of melted butter, and so +continue until you have the desired quantity boiled. Add then to each +twenty-five a half-teaspoonful of salt and just a grain of cayenne. +Serve smoking hot. This is one of the most delicious ways of cooking +oysters. If you use wine, two tablespoonfuls of sherry may be added. + + + + + OYSTERS A LA NEWBURG + + +Drain fifty oysters; pour over them a pitcher of cold water. Have ready +a granite pan, smoking hot; throw in the oysters; add two ounces of +butter, a teaspoonful of salt and a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper. +Stir carefully with a wooden spoon until the oysters are smoking hot. +Have ready the yolks of two eggs beaten with six tablespoonfuls of +cream; add quickly−−do not boil; then add a tablespoonful of sherry and +serve on nicely browned toast. + + + + + KEEBOBBED OYSTERS + + +Drain fifty oysters. Boil the liquor, skim and strain, and stand aside +until wanted. Take the white part from one root of celery, and slice it +very fine. Chop sufficient parsley to make two tablespoonfuls. Put out +on the board about a pint of stale bread crumbs; beat four eggs; add to +them about four tablespoonfuls of oyster liquor. Now dip each oyster +first in the egg and then into the crumbs. Arrange them neatly over the +bottom of a baking dish, crowding them just a little; sprinkle over them +salt, pepper, celery and parsley; then dip again and put over another +layer of oysters; season, add celery and parsley, and so continue until +the baking dish is full; having the last layer oysters. Cut a +tablespoonful of butter into pieces, and put them over the top; pour a +gill of the oyster liquor over the whole. Bake in quick oven twenty +minutes. Serve smoking hot. + + + + + PAN BAKED + + +Drain twenty-five oysters free from all liquor. The oysters should be +good-sized and fat. In the bottom of an individual baking dish put one +square of nicely toasted bread. On top of this arrange about six +oysters; sprinkle over them a quarter teaspoonful of salt and a dash of +pepper, and then pour over four tablespoonfuls of cream. Stand these +dishes in a baking pan, then run into a hot oven for about ten minutes. +Serve at once in the dishes in which they were cooked. + + + + + OYSTER TARTS + + +Have ready about half-pound of French puff paste. Drain fifty oysters. +Put ten into individual baking dishes. Dust over about a quarter +teaspoonful of salt, a grain of red pepper, and place in the center a +bit of butter the size of a hickory nut. Roll the paste into a thin +sheet; with a round cutter stamp out a top. Place this top over the +oysters, brush it lightly with the yolk of an egg, and bake in a quick +oven twenty minutes. Serve in the dishes in which they were baked. +These, if carefully made, are sightly and are certainly very good. + + + + + CREAMED OYSTERS + + +Drain fifty oysters; pour over them a pitcher of cold water. Then turn +them into a saucepan; bring them to a boiling point, drain again, this +time saving the liquor. Measure it, and add to it sufficient milk to +make one pint. Put two tablespoonfuls of butter and two of flour into a +saucepan; mix over the fire without browning; then add the oyster liquor +and milk; stir constantly until boiling; add the oysters, and bring just +to boiling point. Take from the fire, add a teaspoonful of salt, a +quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper, and if you use wine, two +tablespoonfuls of sherry. Serve at once. + + + + + SPINDLED OYSTERS + + +Drain twenty-five large oysters. Cut breakfast bacon into very thin +slices, and then cut each slice into three pieces. Take an ordinary +broiling skewer; run it through the hard part of an oyster and then back +so as to pin each oyster between two pieces of bacon; that is, run the +skewer through a piece of bacon as though you were sticking it with a +pin, then through an oyster, and then through another piece of bacon, +and so on until the skewer is filled. Arrange all the skewers neatly on +a double broiler; broil quickly over a clear fire, first on one side +then on the other. Serve at once on the skewers. + + + + + SCALLOP OF OYSTER AND + MACARONI + + +Break four ounces of macaroni into pieces two inches long; throw into +boiling water; boil rapidly thirty minutes; drain; throw into cold water +for fifteen minutes; drain again. Drain fifty oysters. Put a layer of +these oysters into the bottom of a baking dish, then a layer of the +boiled macaroni; another layer of oysters and macaroni; dusting a little +salt and pepper over each layer; continue until the dish is filled; +having the last layer macaroni. Cut a tablespoonful of butter into bits. +Put the bits over the top, and dust thickly with bread crumbs. Pour over +this four tablespoonfuls of cream, and bake in a quick oven about twenty +minutes. + + + + + BISQUE OF OYSTER + + +Drain fifty oysters; boil and skim the liquor. Chop the oysters with a +silver knife; add them to the liquor; boil and skim again. Put one quart +of milk in a double boiler; rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter +and three tablespoonfuls of flour; add this to the hot milk; stir +constantly until smooth and thick as cream. Add one teaspoonful of +celery pepper and the oysters. Strain through a sieve, pressing lightly; +add teaspoonful of salt, and serve at once. + + + + + OYSTERS EN COQUILLE + + +Boil in their own liquor twenty-five fat oysters. Drain, and chop with a +silver knife. Put one cup of milk in double boiler. Rub together one +tablespoonful of butter and two of flour; add gradually the hot milk, +beating all the while. Now add yolks of two eggs, teaspoonful of salt, +quarter teaspoonful of pepper, and a tablespoonful of green pepper +chopped fine; add the oysters, fill the mixture into the deep oyster +shell, dust with dry bread crumbs, and brown in a quick oven. Do not +keep them in long, or the mixture will curdle. + + + + + OYSTERS STUFFED + + +Drain twenty-five large fat oysters. Remove the hard part, and fill the +space with a forcemeat made from quarter cup of finely chopped chicken, +same quantity of crumbs, tablespoonful of thick cream, a half +teaspoonful of salt, dash of paprica, all mixed well together. Dust the +oysters with salt and pepper. Beat two eggs without separating; add to +them two tablespoonfuls of oyster liquor, and one of warm water. Dip the +oysters first in crumbs, then in the egg mixture, and then again in +crumbs, being careful not to lose the stuffing. Fry in smoking hot oil. +Serve as fried oysters. In placing the stuffing, press it in without +bruising the oyster, but sufficiently firm to keep it in its place. + + + + + OYSTERS ON MUSHROOMS + + +Drain twenty-five fat oysters, and put two lardoons of bacon through +each oyster. Cut the fat part of ham or bacon into tiny strips; use a +small larding needle, and just take one stitch in soft part, then +another, allowing the ends to hang. Dip each oyster in bread crumbs, +then in egg, and then again in crumbs. Fry in smoking hot oil. Have +ready a platter of baked mushrooms; put the oysters on top, cover with +brown sauce, and serve. + + + + + BAKED MUSHROOMS + + +Peel and cut short the stems from a pound of good-sized mushrooms; put +them in baking pan, gills up; put a tiny bit of butter in each, sprinkle +with salt and pepper. Run them in a hot oven for fifteen minutes; then +pour in the pan about a gill of cream and one gill of oyster liquor that +has been boiled and strained; bring to boiling point. Dish the +mushrooms, cover them over with the oysters, add two tablespoonfuls of +sherry to sauce. Make it very hot and pour it over. + + + + + LARDED OYSTERS BROILED + + +Lard with bacon as in preceding recipe, twenty-five fat oysters. Brush +an oyster broiler with melted butter and then cover it closely with the +oysters. Boil half cup of the oyster liquor, strain, put it in the +serving dish, add a tablespoonful of butter, half teaspoonful of salt, +dash of paprica. Now put the oysters over a clear fire, broil quickly on +one side, turn and broil the other. Be very careful to loosen the +oysters before opening the broiler. Lift the oysters into the sauce and +serve immediately. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + Transcriber’s Note + + +Punctuation was normalized. + +The following printer’s errors were fixed: + + bown —> brown + + The spelling of "tablespoonfuls" was standardized. + +Repeating titles in the front matter were removed. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51064.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51064.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ee0f7905ce4243dc95c10fb7b3ab2a0fb725f4c7 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51064.txt @@ -0,0 +1,406 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 51064-h.htm or 51064-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/51064/pg51064-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/51064/51064-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/American Libraries. See + https://archive.org/details/rubiytofmoto00well + + + + + +RUBÁIYÁT OF A MOTOR CAR + + +[Illustration] + + +RUBÁIYÁT OF A MOTOR CAR + +by + +CAROLYN WELLS + +Author of +Idle Idyls, Folly For The Wise, +A Nonsense Anthology, &c. + + +[Illustration] + + +With illustrations by +Frederick Strothmann + + + + + + + +New York +Dodd, Mead Company +1906 + +Copyright, 1906, By The Curtis Publishing Company +Copyright, 1906, By Dodd, Mead and Company +Published, March, 1906 + + + + + ¶To the crank that + makes the machine go + + + Rubáiyát of a Motor Car + + Wake! For the “Honk,” that scatters into flight + The Hens before it in a Flapping Fright, + Drives straight up to your Door, and bids you Come + Out for a Morning Hour of Sheer Delight! + + Come, fill the Tank, adjust the Valve and Spring, + Your Automobile Garments 'round you Fling; + The Bird Of Time wants but to get away; + (I think that name’s a rather Clever Thing!) + + And as the Corkscrew drawing out the Cork, + I crank my Car and try to make it work. + You know how little while we have to Ride; + And once departed, may go to New York. + + Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, + Whether the Car shall jerk or sweetly run, + The Wine of Life is in a Motor Trip, + (Though all the Parts keep breaking One by One!) + +[Illustration] + + + + + Why, if the Soul can know this Glorious Game, + All other Stunts seem dry and dull and tame; + This is the ultimate, triumphant Joy, + Automobile Elation is its Name! + + Would you your last remaining Thousands spend + About the Secret? Quick about it, Friend! + A Hair perhaps divides This Make from That— + And on that Hair, prithee, may Life depend! + + Now the New Year reviving old Desires, + The thoughtful Soul to Catalogues retires; + He scorns his Last Year’s Runabout, and to + The Newest, Biggest Touring Car aspires! + + Each Year a Hundred Models brings, you say; + Yes, but who buys the Car of Yesterday? + And every Mail brings in New Catalogues + That make a Last Year’s Model fade away! + +[Illustration] + + + + + Waste not your Hour nor in the Vain pursuit + Of Demonstrators who will loud Dispute; + “This one is Best, because it’s painted Red!” + “That One, because it has a Louder Toot!” + + ’Tis only a Beginner, young and green, + Who Thinks he wants an Odorless Machine; + What Fragrance is to Rose or Violet, + So to the Motor-Car is Gasolene. + + Some advocate Gear-Driven Cars, and Some + Sigh for a Jockey-pulley yet to come; + Oh, crank your Car, and let the old thing Go! + Nor heed the Brake upon your Sprocket Drum. + + ’Tis but a Toy on which one spends a Pile, + And Brags about it for a Little While; + Ambition rises—and the Foolish Man + Sighs, and prepares to buy Another Style. + +[Illustration] + + + + + They say The Lion and The Lizard keep + The Record for Hill-climbing, rough and steep; + I do not know those Makes. I’ll hunt them up. + I’d like to Buy one, if they’re not too Cheap. + + You know, my Friends, with what a Brave Carouse + I put a Second Mortgage on my House + So I could buy a Great Big Touring-Car, + And run down Chickens, Dogs, and even Cows! + + For it my Future Income did I owe, + And with mine own Hand wrought to make it go; + And this was all the Wisdom that I reap’d— + “We cost like Thunder and like Lightning go!” + + And those “Accessories” Advertisements + That offer you Supplies at slight Expense; + You read them over, and they always make + Your own Belongings look like Thirty Cents. + + Look to the Blowing Horn before us—“Lo,” + “Gaily,” it says, “Into the World I blow!” + Behold its lovely Bulb, and Sweet-toned Reed,— + (The most Expensive in the Garden Show!) + + I had to have a Snakeskin Auto-Coat, + A Leather Foot-Muff, lined with Thibet Goat; + A Steering-Apron, and a Sleeping-Bag; + For these things Help a Motorer to Mote. + +[Illustration] + + + + + And then my Luncheon-Kit, and Hamper, swell, + Robbed me of Many a Hard-Earned Dollar! Well, + I often wonder what the Dealers buy + One-half so Easy as the Folks they Sell. + + Myself when Young, did eagerly frequent + Garage and Club, and heard Great Argument + About it and about,—yet evermore + Came out more Addled than when in I went. + + Indeed, with my big Car I’ve run so long + It seems to me there’s Always something Wrong; + Faulty Ignition, or a Blown Out Shoe, + Or maybe the Compression is too Strong. + + Then to the Laughing Face that lurks behind + The Veil, I lifted up mine Eyes to find + Two pouting Lips, demurely murmuring, + “I don’t see why you Ever bought This Kind!” + +[Illustration] + + + + + Indeed, I’ve learned to treat it as a Joke + When Nuts work loose, or Carburetors choke; + And then, and then—the Spring, and then the Belt, + A Punctured Tire, or Change-Speed Lever broke! + + A Look of Anguish underneath the Car, + Another Start,—a Squeak,—a Grunt,—a Jar! + The Aspiration Pipe is working loose! + The Vapor can’t get out! And there you are! + + For I remember Stopping by the Way + To tinker up the old Machine one day, + And with a Reckless and Unbridled Tongue, + I muttered,—Well, I Wouldn’t like to say! + + Why, even Saints and Sages would have cuss’d + If, speeding through the World, their Tires had Bust! + Like Foolish People now, whose words of Scorn + Are utter’d while their Mouths are Stopt with Dust. + +[Illustration] + + + + + When suddenly, an Angel Shape was seen + Approaching in an Up-to-date Machine, + Bearing a Vessel which he offered me, + And bid me smell of it. ’Twas Gasolene! + + The Stuff that can with Logic Absolute + The Two-and-Seventy Jarring Parts confute; + The Sovereign Alchemist that in a trice + A Drop of Oil will into Power transmute. + +[Illustration] + + + + + Whose Secret presence through the Motor’s Veins + Running Quicksilver-like defies our pains; + Cutting up tricks from here to Jericho,— + We try to start the Car,—but it Remains! + + Strange, is it not, that of the Myriads who + Have Empty Tanks and know not what to do, + Not one will Tell of it when he Returns! + As for Ourselves,—why, we Deny it too. + + What! Out of Oily Nothing to invoke + A Powerful Something, born of Fire and Smoke! + An Unremitting Pleasure, if it goes; + An Everlasting Worriment, if broke. + + We are no other than a Moving Row + Of Automobile Cranks that come and go. + And what with Goggles and Tale-windowed Veils, + In Motoring Get-up, we’re a Holy Show! + +[Illustration] + + + + + But helpless Pieces of the Game bestowed + Upon the Checker-board of Hill and Road; + Hither and Thither moved and sped and stopped, + And One by One back to the Garage towed. + + The Car no Question makes of Ayes or Noes, + But Here or There as strikes its Fancy goes. + But the Bystander, offering Advice, + He knows about it all—He knows—HE KNOWS! + +[Illustration] + + + + + And if in Vain down on the Stubborn Floor + Of Earth you lie. And weary, cramped and sore, + You gaze to-day; you may be jolly sure + To-morrow ’twill be worse than ’twas before! + + Yesterday’s Troubles made you Mad for fair. + To-morrow’s Trials too, will make you Swear. + Crank! For you know not What’s the hitch nor Why! + Crank! For you know not When you go, nor Where! + + Each Morn a Thousand Troubles cause Delay. + Yes: but you left Some unfixed Yesterday; + And this first Impulse that should bring the Spark— + Confound this old Igniter, Anyway! + + You Thaw your Freezeless Circulation first; + Then mend your Puncture Proof Tire where it Burst. + Helpless you Skid upon your Anti-Skids, + But Starting a Self-Starter is the Worst! + + Perhaps you get out your Repairing-Kit, + And try to Regulate the Thing a bit; + You test the Coil, adjust the Shifting-Gear,— + And then it Goes? Not so you’d Notice it! + + And that Inverted Man, who seems to lie + Upon the Ground, and Squints with Practis’d Eye. + Lift not your Hands to him for Help. For he + As impotently works as you or I. + +[Illustration] + + + + + Ah, Love, could You and I with him conspire + To Fix this Sorry Scheme of Things entire, + Would we not take it all apart, and then + Remodel with no danger of Back-Fire? + + Ah, make the most of Time we yet may spend + Before we too, into the Dust descend; + Dust unto Dust. Under the Car to lie, + Sans Coat, sans Breath, sans Temper, and—sans Friend! + + And that Reviving Herb, whose Tender Green + Upon the Julep Cup is sometimes seen, + Ah, interview it lightly, for you know + You’ll need your Wits to manage your Machine. + + Ah, my Beloved, fill the Lamps that shed + A steady Searchlight on our Path ahead; + To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be + Myself with Yesterday’s Seven Thousand Dead. + +[Illustration] + + + + + Why, if your Car can fling the Dust aside, + And flying, through the Air of Heaven ride, + Were’t not a Shame, were’t not a Shame, I say, + Within Speed Limit, tamely to abide? + + What! Without asking, stop our Speed immense? + And, without asking, Jailward hurried hence! + Oh, many a Cop of this Forbidding Mien, + Must rue the Memory of his Insolence! + +[Illustration] + + + + + And fear not lest a Smashup closing My + Account and Yours, Machines no more shall fly; + The Eternal Motorist has ever bought + Millions of Bubbles like ours, and will buy. + + I sometimes think that every Shining Star + Is but the Tail Lamp of a Motor Car; + Which leap’d from Earth in its mad Ecstasy, + And into Space went Speeding Fast and Far. + +[Illustration] + + + + + And this I know. Though in a Magazine + Perfectly-running Motor Cars I’ve seen, + It’s quite a Different Proposition when + They’re on the Road, and filled With Gasolene! + + The Moving Motor speeds, and having Sped, + Moves on. Nor all the Cries and Shrieks of Dread + Shall lure it back to settle Damage Claims; + Not even if the Victims are Half Dead! + + And when at Last you’ve mastered Belts and Bolts, + When with no fear of Side-Slips, Jars or Jolts, + Your Sixty H. P. Racer licks up Miles + At Lightning Speed,—turn on a few more Volts! + + Then in your Glorious Success exult! + When your Car plunges like a Catapult, + Sit tight! Hold hard! Pass Everything in Sight! + And you will be Surprised at the Result! + +[Illustration] + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber’s note: + +Spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained as in the +original publication. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51224.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51224.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e9955e37532a7ef5d19c619fa2052568cb0d1cb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51224.txt @@ -0,0 +1,750 @@ + + + Transcriber’s Note + + 1. Italics are represented by underscores surrounding the _italic + text_. + 2. Some missing punctuation added. + 3. The book is illustrated in color throughout, depicting the town of + Bunbury and its inhabitants, as well as select recipes. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Billy in + Bunbury_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Billy in Bunbury_ + + [Illustration] + + + _Price Baking Powder Factory + 1001 Independence Boulevard + Chicago_ + + COPYRIGHT, 1925; BY ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO. PRINTED IN U.S.A. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + + + Bunbury is a tasteful town + Beside a syrup sea, + Where sponge cake fish and waffle whales + Disport themselves in glee. + + Bunbury’s streets are good to eat + Of that make no mistake, + For Bunbury’s streets are made, you know, + Of finest marble cake. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + COCOA RAISIN MUFFINS + + (_see illustration below_) + + 1¾ cups flour + 2 tablespoons cocoa + 5 tablespoons sugar + ½ teaspoon salt + ¼ teaspoon cinnamon + 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + ⅔ cup raisins + ⅞ cup milk + 5 tablespoons melted shortening + +Sift together flour, cocoa, sugar, salt, cinnamon and baking powder. Add +raisins, then milk slowly to make a smooth batter. Add shortening and +mix thoroughly. Put 1 tablespoon batter in each greased muffin tin and +bake in moderate oven (400°) for about 20 minutes. + +Makes 16 muffins. + + + MUFFIN SURPRISES + + 1 cup flour + 1 cup graham flour + ¾ teaspoon salt + 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + 1 cup milk + 1 egg + 3 tablespoons sugar or molasses + 4 tablespoons melted shortening + +Mix together dry ingredients. Add milk, beaten egg, molasses, if used, +and shortening. Stir until smooth. Half fill each greased gem pan. Drop +in center a stoned date, a teaspoon currant jelly, candied cherry or +other fruit. Add teaspoon of batter and bake in moderate oven (375°) +about 25 minutes. + +Makes 12 muffins. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + Its fences are of pie crust + And its houses built of buns, + With frosted roofs and raisins + On the most important ones. + + Bunbury has fine doughnut trees + Beside a chocolate fountain, + And just outside the town you’ll find + A giant layer cake mountain. + + Its people are too cunning + And too sweet for any use; + There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny Cake + And dainty Charlotte Russe. + + The moon’s a muffin, and the sun + A hot cake warm and mellow. + Its gentle rays make Bunbury folk + A tempting brownish yellow! + + And when it snows, marshmallow + Covers everything with icing— + The houses, and the people, too, + Look even more enticing. + + Bunbury’s folk oft gather round + Ye Coffee Ring, and tell + The news about young Johnny Cake— + Who’s courting Patty Shell! + + [Illustration] + + Bunbury’s vaults are filled with gems + For Hun Bun, the bun boy king. + He has gems to burn (but doesn’t) + Burnt gems are not the thing. + + The reason why this little town + So gay and sweet and nice is + Because each cake and cooky there + Was raised on Dr. Price’s! + + Now one day as the cooky clock + In taffy tower tolled, + Flap Jack, the King’s own messenger + Into the castle rolled. + + “Your Bunship!” puffed the little Jack, + “I bring surprising news! + There is a little lad near here + Too skinny for his shoes. + + “He will not eat his breakfast + And he will not eat his lunch. + He’s lost his taste for baseball + And completely lost his punch!” + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + FLAP JACKS + + (_see illustration below_) + + 1¾ cups flour + ½ teaspoon salt + 3 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + 2 eggs + 1½ cups milk + 1 tablespoon shortening + +Sift dry ingredients together; add beaten eggs, milk and melted +shortening; mix well. Bake on hot, slightly greased griddle until +bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. Serve +immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter and +cinnamon mixed with sugar. + +Makes 24 flap jacks. + + + FLAP JACKS WITH RICE + + 1 cup boiled rice + 1 cup milk + 1 tablespoon melted shortening + ½ teaspoon salt + 1 egg + 1 cup flour + 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + +Mix rice, milk, shortening, salt and well-beaten egg; stir in flour and +baking powder which have been sifted together; mix well, adding more +milk if necessary to make a soft batter. Bake on hot, slightly greased +griddle until bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. +Serve immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter +and cinnamon mixed with sugar. + +Makes 24 flap jacks. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + “What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing back + His sparkling candy crown; + “Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane! + I’ll catch a train to town!” + + And when his cane and dog were fetched + He hopped aboard the train, + And in a way I scarce can guess + And even less explain + + Arrived at little Billy’s house. + He found the boy at tea. + “Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!” + And likewise, “Howdy-de!” + + Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark, + You’ve heard of him, perhaps? + He’s full of ginger and of spice + His name is Ginger Snaps. + + “Why, who are you?” gasped Billy + Nearly falling in his plate. + “I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap, + “The Cooky Potentate.” + + “Go on and eat your supper, boy, + ’Twill make you strong and fat, + And fit to hit a punching bag + Or swing a baseball bat!” + + “Not hungry” sighed the little lad + And scowled upon his meat, + And frowned into his glass of milk, + “There’s nothing fit to eat.” + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + DOUGHNUTS + +These doughnuts are very wholesome and excellent for children. They do +not contain any shortening and should be fried very carefully in fat at +just the right temperature so that no grease will be absorbed. They can +be served plain or sprinkled with powdered sugar after they have +thoroughly drained and cooled. + + 2 eggs + ¾ cup milk + 2¾ cups flour + 1 teaspoon salt + 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + 1 cup sugar + ½ teaspoon nutmeg or cinnamon + +Save ⅓ cup of measured flour for board. Beat eggs until light; add milk, +then add this liquid to the dry ingredients which have been sifted well +together. Roll out ¼ inch thick on slightly floured board and fry in +deep fat (365°-375°). Drain well on unglazed paper. Sprinkle with +powdered sugar. + +Makes 30 doughnuts. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + “Dear me” mused Hun Bun, while the pup + Licked Billy on the ear, + “A boy as thin as you could not + Be President I fear.” + + And hopping on the table + He began to walk around, + He peered into each plate and dish, + Then even Hun Bun frowned. + + And leaning on his pep’mint cane + And looking really hurt, + The bun boy King called dolefully, + “Why, where is the dessert?” + + In rage he shook his candy cane, + As will such angry kings; + And roared, “It’s plain to see your fare + Lacks most essential things. + + “No cakes, no cookies and no buns, + No biscuits—not a tart! + None of the things real fellows like, + Why Bill, it breaks my heart! + + “It seems your mother does not know + What youngsters like to eat, + It surely is high time, I think, + That she and I should meet!” + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + SUGAR COOKIES + + ½ cup shortening + 1½ cups sugar + ¼ cup milk + 2 eggs + ½ teaspoon grated nutmeg + 1 teaspoon vanilla or grated rind of 1 lemon + 3 to 4 cups flour + ½ teaspoon salt + 2½ teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + +Cream shortening and sugar together; add milk to beaten eggs and beat +again; add slowly to creamed shortening and sugar; add flavoring; add 2 +cups of measured flour sifted with salt, baking powder and nutmeg; add +enough more flour to roll easily. Roll out thin on floured board; cut +with any fancy-shaped cooky cutter; sprinkle with granulated sugar or +put a raisin or nut in the center of each. Bake about 10 minutes in +moderate oven (380°). + +For Chocolate Cookies put aside portion of the dough before adding all +the flour and add 2 tablespoons cocoa to each cup of cooky dough. + +Makes 4 dozen cookies. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + Soon, hearing all the rumpus + Billy’s mother came to see + To whom her son was talking + And what all the noise could be. + + When Hun Bun spied her, he remarked + In accents sharp and biting, + “No wonder that your boy won’t eat, + His food’s so uninviting. + + “Your son wants cookies, buns and cake, + And other things that mothers make.” + Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive, + Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.” + + “Not so!” quoth Hun Bun drawing forth + A brightly colored book, + “Use Dr. Price’s Baking Powder, + Hereafter when you cook!” + + Then Hun Bun gaily doffed his crown + And with a bow quite comical, + He told her, “You will find it good + And very economical. + + “But now we must depart and so + We’ll bid you a good-night, + For Bill and I are going to try + To find his appetite.” + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + BUTTERSCOTCH CURLS + + (_see illustration below_) + + 2 cups flour + 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + ⅔ teaspoon salt + 4 tablespoons shortening + ⅔ cup milk + Butter + Brown sugar + +Sift dry ingredients; add shortening, mixing it in with a fork (if +liquid shortening is used, add with milk). Add milk to make a fairly +soft dough. Knead slightly and roll out ¼ inch thick. Spread well with +creamed butter and brown sugar. Roll up as for jelly roll; cut in 1-inch +pieces. Stand these on end in well-buttered gem pans or in small greased +muffin rings and bake in a hot oven (425°) about 15 minutes. Makes 12 +rolls or 22 if baked in small rings. + + + PEANUT COOKIES + + 1 cup flour + ½ teaspoon salt + 2 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + 2 tablespoons shortening + 1 cup chopped peanuts + ½ cup sugar + ¼ cup milk + 1 egg + 1 teaspoon lemon juice + +Sift dry ingredients together. Add melted shortening to beaten egg. Add +milk and lemon juice, and mix well with the dry ingredients to make soft +dough. Add peanuts; mix well and drop with teaspoon on greased pan. Bake +in moderate oven (400°) about 20 minutes. This recipe makes about four +dozen small cookies and requires 1 quart of peanuts. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + And while the puzzled lady + Grasped the cook book in surprise, + The Pup and Bill and Hun Bun + Disappeared before her eyes. + + Next instant they were on a train + And hieing in a hurry + Across a golden cornbread plain + To little Hun’s Bunbury. + + The engine on its lic’rice rails + Cream puffed along so fast + The pep’mint poles and chocolate cows + Went simply whizzing past! + + And when they reached the station + All the tasty cakes and tarts + Were out to welcome Billy, + Bless their little sugar hearts. + + The Royal Bun Band headed + By a pound cake drummer man, + Came tooting down the central street + And after it there ran + + A flock of Scotch and Dutch cakes, + Twenty cookies and a roll, + While all the orange icing bells + Began to peal and toll. + + [Illustration] + + Soon our Billy was no bigger + Than a Cooky Man himself; + For Hun’s magician, Devils Food, + Had changed him to an elf. + + “We’re going to the circus first,” + Said Hun Bun in his ear, + “Where you can see the animals + And all the freaks, so queer.” + + The little cracker animals + Cavorted ’round the tent, + Till the air was full of cracker dust + And cheers and merriment. + + How Billy laughed, while Ginger barked + And Hun Bun clapped with glee; + “Come on now,” cried the mighty king + “There’s other folk to see. + + “Here’s Captain Jelly Roll who drills + Our biscuit P’licemen brave, + But we don’t really need them + For good cakes like us behave.” + + The more of Bunbury’s sights he saw, + The hungrier he grew, + And yet, to eat up Hun Bun’s friends + Would never, never do. + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + BISCUIT TARTS + + 2 cups flour + 3 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + ½ teaspoon salt + 1 tablespoon sugar + 1 egg + 2 tablespoons shortening + ⅓ cup milk + +Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and sugar; add well-beaten egg +and melted shortening to milk and add to dry ingredients to make soft +dough. Roll out on floured board, ⅛ inch thick. Cut out with medium-size +biscuit cutter which has been dipped in flour. Then taking a smaller +cutter, cut ½ of these rounds again. Brush the large rounds lightly with +melted butter. Then take the outer rings and lay on top of the large +buttered rounds. Put on greased baking tin. Put a teaspoon of jam in +each tart and bake in hot oven (475°) for about 10 minutes. The small +centers can be brushed with butter and baked in the same manner and +served as little tea biscuits. + +Makes 10 tarts with 10 tiny biscuits. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + While no one looked he slyly took + A piece of pie crust fence, + And next he ate a pretzel gate— + It tasted just immense! + + They stopped to watch a cake walk + In the little frosted square + Where all the best and richest cakes + Were stepping it for fair. + + The Scotch scones danced the Highland fling, + The Dutch cakes danced the clog, + And Hun Bun led the bun ballet + Assisted by his dog. + + Young Billy felt so gay himself + He danced with Sally Lunn, + He never knew a cake walk + Was such a lot of fun. + + But with every passing minute + Bill grew hungrier until + Bunbury’s king was worried! + “I’m afraid that little Bill + + Will bring this cake walk to an end + And start a canni-ball, + He’ll eat my favorite subjects up + Which wouldn’t do at all.” + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + PARTY CAKES + + ½ cup butter + 1 cup sugar + 2 eggs + ⅔ cup milk + 2 cups flour + ½ teaspoon salt + 3 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + 1 teaspoon vanilla extract + +Cream butter, add sugar slowly; add beaten eggs. Sift flour, salt and +baking powder together; add a little at a time alternately with the milk +to the first mixture; beat thoroughly; add flavoring and bake in greased +small gem pans in a hot oven (425°) about 20 minutes. Cover with plain +white frosting. + +Makes 18 cakes. + +For chocolate cakes, add ½ cup cocoa, mixed with ½ cup cold water to the +above recipe. + +Makes 24 cakes. + +Cover with the following meringue: + + + JELLY MERINGUE + + White of 1 egg + ½ cup currant or other jelly + +Put egg white and jelly together into bowl and beat with egg beater or +wire whip until stiff. Spread on tops of cakes. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + He murmured to a tea bun, + “Though I certainly rejoice + To see he’s found his appetite, + Just order my Rolls Royce.” + + Soon up it rolled, a chocolate drop + Was at the cooky wheel. + “Jump in,” cried Hun Bun, “It is time + For us to leave, I feel. + + “Now you may eat the extra tire,” + (It was a doughnut brown) + “Oh, thank you, Hun,” cried Billy, + As they sped from Bunbury town. + + They reached home very quickly + By the magic route they took, + And there they found Bill’s mother + Absorbed in Hun Bun’s book. + + “Here’s Billy,” shouted Hun Bun, + “With an appetite so hearty + He gobbled up a fence and gate + And nearly ate the party!” + + “The things I saw all looked so good + I longed to eat my fill, + Oh, mother, how I wish that you + Could make me some,” cried Bill. + + “I never could,” she started, + But this speech was not allowed her, + For Hun Bun cried, “You can if you + Use Price’s Baking Powder!” + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + BIRTHDAY CAKE + + 1 cup butter + 1½ cups sugar + 1 teaspoon vanilla extract + 1 teaspoon lemon extract + 5 eggs + ⅓ cup milk + 2½ cups pastry flour + 2 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + +Cream butter thoroughly; beat in sugar, a little at a time. Add +flavoring and yolks of eggs beaten until pale yellow. Add milk, beating +in a little at a time. Beat egg whites until light. Sift flour with +baking powder three times. Add alternately small portions of egg whites +and flour and stir mixture until light and fluffy. Bake in greased loaf +pan in moderate oven (350°) about one hour. Cover with following +ornamental frosting: + + 1½ cups granulated sugar + ½ cup water + 2 egg whites + ⅛ teaspoon salt + 1 teaspoon flavoring extract, half lemon, half vanilla + +Boil sugar and water, without stirring until syrup spins a thread +(238°); add slowly to beaten egg whites; add salt and flavoring; beat +until smooth and stiff enough to spread. Put over boiling water, +stirring continually until icing grates slightly on bowl. Spread on top +and sides of cake. + + _All measurements are level_ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + So saying, Hun gave her a can + Of bright and sunny yellow. + “With this you easily can make + Good things for this young fellow. + + “And Madam, ’stead of coaxing + Boys and girls to eat, ’tis wiser + To add a cake or cooky + As a little appetizer!” + + From the day that he met Hun Bun + Little Bill began to gain. + His appetite’s tremendous + And the reason’s very plain. + + His mother makes him good things + Of which he eats his fill, + For everything she puts in them + Is good for little Bill. + + Dr. Price’s Baking Powder + And King Hun Bun’s wondrous book + Have made of Billy’s mother + An exceedingly good cook. + + He eats his lunch and breakfast + Each meal he finds a treat. + The other fellows watch their step + When Bill comes down the street. + + Cakes like he met in Bunbury + His mother makes him now + And if YOU want some too, this book + Will tell YOUR MOTHER how! + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [Illustration] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Billy in Bunbury, by Royal Baking Powder Company + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51306.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51306.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..953efefe094fc6daf448697e39bd38be9e14ad52 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51306.txt @@ -0,0 +1,511 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 51306-h.htm or 51306-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/51306/pg51306-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/51306/51306-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/dogdayorangelinheman + + +Transcriber’s note: + + Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). + + + + + +A DOG DAY + +or + +The Angel in the House + +by + +WALTER EMANUEL + +Pictured by Cecil Aldin + + + + + + + +[Publisher Logo] + +Published by R.H.Russell. New York. 1902. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Copyright, 1902, by William Heinemann. +All rights reserved. +Entered at Stationers Hall, London, England. +Entered at the Library of Congress, Washington, U.S.A. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + TO + + W. W. JACOBS + + BECAUSE + HE LIKED IT + + [Small Decoration] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + A DOG DAY + + OR + + THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE + + +A.M. +7 + + Woke up feeling rather below par, owing to + disturbed rest. Hardly enough energy to stretch + myself. In the middle of the night a strange man + came in by the kitchen window, very quietly, with + a bag. I chummed up to him at once. He was nice to + me, and I was nice to him. He got me down a piece + of meat that I could not reach myself. While I was + engaged on this, he took a whole lot of silver + things and put them into the bag. Then, as he was + leaving, the brute—I believe, now, it was an + accident—trod on my toe, making me yelp with pain. + I bit him heartily, and he dropped his bag, and + scurried off through the window again. My yelping + soon woke up the whole house, and, in a very short + time, old Mr. Brown and young Mr. Brown appear. + They at once spot the bag of silver. They then + declare I have saved the house, and make no end of + fuss with me. I am a hero. Later on Miss Brown + came down and fondled me lots, and kissed me, and + tied a piece of pink ribbon round my neck, and + made me look a fool. What’s the good of ribbon, I + should like to know? It’s the most beastly tasting + stuff there ever was. + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + +8:30. + + Ate breakfast with difficulty. Have no appetite. + +8:35. + + Ate kittens’ breakfast. + +8:36. + + An affair with the cat (the kittens’ mother). But + I soon leave her, as the coward does not fight + fair, using claws. + + [Illustration] + +9:0. + + Washed by Mary. A hateful business. Put into a + tub, and rubbed all over—mouth, tail, and + everywhere—with filthy soapy water, that loathsome + cat looking on all the while, and sneering in her + dashed superior way. I don’t know, I am sure, why + the hussy should be so conceited. She has to clean + herself. I keep a servant to clean me. At the same + time I often wish I was a black dog. They keep + clean so much longer. Every finger-mark shows up + so frightfully on the white part of me. I am a + sight after Cook has been stroking me. + +9:30. + + Showed myself in my washed state to the family. + All very nice to me. Quite a triumphal entry, + in fact. It is simply wonderful the amount of + kudos I’ve got from that incident with the man. + Miss Brown (whom I rather like) particularly + enthusiastic. Kissed me again and again, and + called me “a dear, clean, brave, sweet-smelling + little doggie.” + + [Illustration] + +9:40. + + While a visitor was being let in at the front-door + I rushed out, and had the most glorious roll in + the mud. Felt more like my old self then. + +9:45. + + Visited the family again. Shrieks of horror on + seeing me caked in mud. But all agreed that I was + not to be scolded to-day as I was a hero (over the + man!). All, that is, except Aunt Brown, whose + hand, for some reason or other, is always against + me—though nothing is too good for the cat. She + stigmatised me, quite gratuitously, as “a horrid + fellow.” + + [Illustration] + +9:50. + + Glorious thought! Rushed upstairs and rolled over + and over on the old maid’s bed. Thank Heaven, the + mud was still wet! + + [Illustration] + +10 to 10:15. + + Wagged tail. + + [Illustration] + +10:16. + + Down into kitchen. While Cook is watching regiment + pass, I play with chops, and bite big bits out of + them. Cook, who is quite upset for the day by + seeing so many soldiers, continues to cook the + chops without noticing. + +10:20 to ... + + Dozed. + + [Illustration] + +1:15. + + Ate kittens’ dinner. + + [Illustration] + +1:20. + + Attacked by beast of cat again. She scratched my + hind-leg, and at that I refused to go on. Mem.: to + take it out of her kittens later. + + [Illustration] + +1:25. + + Upstairs into dining-room. Family not finished + lunch yet. Young Mr. Brown throws a bread pellet + at me, hitting me on the nozzle. An insult. I + swallow the insult. Then I go up to Miss Brown and + look at her with my great pleading eyes. I guessed + it: they are irresistible. She gives me a piece of + pudding. Aunt Brown tells her she shouldn’t. At + which, with great pluck, Miss Brown tells her to + mind her own business. I admire that girl more and + more. + + [Illustration] + +1:30. + + A windfall. A whole dish of mayonnaise fish on the + slab in the hall. Before you can say Jack Robinson + I have bolted it. + +1:32. + + Curious pains in my underneath. + + [Illustration] + +1:33. + + Pains in my underneath get worse. + +1:34. + + Horrid feeling of sickness. + + [Illustration] + +1:35. + + Rush up into Aunt Brown’s room, and am sick there. + + [Illustration] + +1:37. + + Better. Think I shall pull through if I am + careful. + +1:40. + + Almost well again. + +1:41. + + Quite well again. Thank Heavens! It was a narrow + shave that time. People ought not to leave such + stuff about. + +1:42. + + Up into dining-room. And, to show how well I am, I + gallumph round and round the room, at full pelt, + about twenty times, steering myself by my tail. + Then, as a grand finale, I jump twice on to the + waistcoat-part of old Mr. Brown, who is sleeping + peacefully in the arm-chair. He wakes up very + angry indeed, and uses words I have never heard + before. Even Miss Brown, to my no little surprise, + says it is very naughty of me. Old Mr. Brown + insists on my being punished, and orders Miss + Brown to beat me. Miss Brown runs the burglar for + all he is worth. But no good. Old Mr. Brown is + dead to all decent feeling! + + [Illustration] + + So Miss Brown beats me. Very nice. Thoroughly + enjoyable. Just like being patted. But, of course, + I yelp, and pretend it hurts frightfully, and do + the sad-eye business, and she soon leaves off + and takes me into the next room and gives me six + pieces of sugar! Good business. Must remember + always to do this. Before leaving she kisses me + and explains that I should not have jumped on poor + Pa, as he is the man who goes to the City to earn + bones for me. Something in that, perhaps. Nice + girl. + + [Illustration] + +2:0 to 3:15. + + Attempt to kill fur rug in back room. No good. + +3:15 to 3:45. + + Sulked. + +3:46. + + Small boy comes in, and strokes me. I snap at him. + _I will not_ be every one’s plaything. + + [Illustration] + +3:47 to 4:0. + + Another attempt to kill rug. Would have done it + this time, had not that odious Aunt Brown come in + and interfered. I did not say anything, but gave + her such a look, as much as to say, “I’ll do for + you one day.” I think she understood. + +4:0 to 5:15. + + Slept. + + [Illustration] + +5:15. + + Awakened by bad attack of eczema. + + [Illustration] + +5:20 to 5:30. + + Slept again. + +5:30. + + Awakened again by eczema. Caught one. + + [Illustration] + +5:30 to 6:0. + + Frightened canary by staring greedily at it. + + [Illustration] + +6:0. + + Visited kitchen-folk. Boned some bones. + + [Illustration] + +6:15. + + Stalked a kitten in kitchen-passage. The other + little cowards ran away. + +6:20. + + Things are looking brighter: helped mouse escape + from cat. + + [Illustration] + +6:30. + + Upstairs, past the drawing-room. Door of old Mrs. + Brown’s bedroom open invitingly. I entered. Never + been in before. Nothing much worth having. Ate a + few flowers out of a bonnet. Beastly. + + [Illustration] + + Then into Miss Brown’s room. Very tidy when I + entered. Discovered there packet labelled + “High-class Pure Confectionery.” Not bad. Pretty + room. + + [Illustration] + +7:0. + + Down to supper. Ate it, but without much relish. I + am off my feed to-day. + +7:15. + + Ate kittens’ supper. But I do wish they would not + give them that eternal fish. I am getting sick of + it. + +7:16. + + Sick of it in the garden. + +7:25. + + Nasty feeling of lassitude comes over me, with + loss of all initiative, so I decide to take + things quietly, and lie down by the kitchen + fire. Sometimes I think that I am not the dog + that I was. + +8:0. + + Hooray! Appetite returning. + +8:1. + + Ravenous. + +8:2. + + Have one of the nicest pieces of coal I have ever + come across. + + [Illustration] + +8:5. + + Nose around the kitchen floor, and glean a bit of + onion, an imitation tortoise-shell comb, a shrimp + (almost entire), an abominably stale chunk of + bread, and about half a yard of capital string. + After coal, I think I like string best. The family + have noticed what a lot of this I stow away, and + it was not a bad idea of young Mr. Brown’s, the + other day, that, if I had the end of a piece of + string always hanging from my mouth, they could + use me as a string-box. Though it is scarcely a + matter for joking about. Still, it made me laugh. + +8:30. + + If one had to rely on other people one might + starve. Fortunately, in the hall I happen on the + treacle-pudding, and I get first look in. Lap up + the treacle, and leave the suet for the family. + A1. + + [Illustration] + +8:40. + + Down into the kitchen again. Sit by the fire, + and pretend I don’t know what treacle is like. + But that vile cat is there, and I believe she + guesses—keeps looking round at me with her hateful + superior look. Dash her, what right has she got to + give herself such airs? She’s not half my size, + and pays no taxes. Dash her smugness. Dash her + altogether. The sight of her maddens me—and, when + her back is turned, I rush at her, and bite her. + The crafty coward wags her tail, pretending she + likes it, so I do it again, and then she rounds on + me, and scratches my paw viciously, drawing blood, + and making me howl with pain. This brings Miss + Brown down in a hurry. She kisses me, tells the + cat she is a naughty cat (_I’d_ have killed her + for it), gives me some sugar, and wraps the paw up + in a bread-poultice. Lord, how that girl loves me! + +9:0. + + Ate the bread-poultice. + +9:15. + + Begin to get sleepy. + +9:15 to 10:0. + + Dozed. + +10:0. + + Led to kennel. + +10:15. + + Lights out. Thus ends another dernd dull day. + + [Illustration] + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber’s note: + +Obviously missing punctuation added. + +Time: . replaced by : e.g. 3.15 changed to 3:15, otherwise time display +conventions left as printed. + +Original justification style of paragraphs not retained. + +Out of order pages in original re-ordered to follow time sequence. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51466.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51466.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b49ce35a32bb14775641da99c362a9b632a338bc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51466.txt @@ -0,0 +1,262 @@ + + + TWO POEMS + + + + + Two Poems + + CLASS DAY POEM + THE PURPLE HILLS + + BY + HENRY RUTGERS CONGER + + WILLIAMSTOWN, MASSACHUSETTS + PRINTED FOR THE + CLASS OF EIGHTEEN NINETY-NINE + OF + WILLIAMS COLLEGE + MCMXXI + +Henry Rutgers Conger, Poet of the Class of Eighteen Ninety-Nine of +Williams College, died at his home in Fanwood, New Jersey, on Friday the +eighteenth of June, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty, while his Class was +holding its Reunion in Williamstown, Massachusetts. + +These two poems, written by him while an undergraduate in Williams +College, are now printed by his Class as a loving tribute to his +memory. + + + + + CLASS DAY POEM + + + I + + _In the hush of the early summer, + ’Neath the smile of the soft June sky, + We, who have lived together, + Gather to say good-by. + And now, with our labor ended, + And the hours we may linger few, + We kneel for our mother’s blessing, + As is our right to do._ + + _Stately and tall is our mother, + Tender and strong and wise; + With the light of infinite knowledge + In the depths of her steadfast eyes. + And as we kneel before her, + Her voice rings clear and slow, + As she speaks the words of the blessing + That she gives to her sons, ere they go._ + + + II + + “Sons of my four years’ nurture, + Ye who have eaten my bread, + Pause ere you take the journey + Down the wide roads ahead! + Listen! that I may tell you + In simple speech and plain, + How from the debt that ye owe me + Ye may quit yourselves again! + + The wisdom of generations + I have spread for your delight; + And the truths that men have died for + Ye may claim as your simple right. + Heirs of the hoarding ages, + How use ye your legacy? + Masters of many talents + Render account to me. + + + III + + “Are ye puffed with the pride of learning? + Are ye pleased with the praise of fools? + Have your minds grown cramped and narrow + With the lore that ye learned in schools? + Has your knowledge made you slothful, + And your culture made you vain, + That ye think to gain without labor + What another must toil to gain? + + Then are your years here wasted + As pearls that are cast to swine! + Then are ye servants of servants, + And no true sons of mine! + For they who began behind you + Shall pass you in the race; + And untaught men shall shame you + In the open market-place! + + + IV + + “From the quiet heart of the mountains + Ye must take journey, down + To the world, that is ever careless + Of the skirts of a scholar’s gown. + And the sheltered life of college + Ye must leave behind you then, + And bear your parts in the battle + Where men fight hard with men. + + There there is naught to help you + But your wit and strength of limb, + There every man is your master + Until you have mastered him. + For a great law governs the fighting + And all are ruled thereby-- + ‘He that is strong shall conquer! + He that is weak must die!’ + + + V + + “Therefore, that ye may merit + Men’s praise when your heads are gray, + Cling to the good ye have gathered + From my teaching that ends to-day. + Ye have learned many true sayings + And many wise maxims heard, + For some ye know the reason, + And for some ye must take my word. + + But, though ye forget the others, + These two hold firm and clear: + The first is--‘_He that would win must work_,’ + The second--‘_Thou shalt not fear!_’ + For the vices of a strong man + Are pardoned in the end; + But he that is born a coward + Hath neither foe nor friend! + + + VI + + “Be tender, and quick to pity + At the sight of another’s wrong, + Humble before a weaker, + Cringing not to the strong. + Paying each service twofold, + Nor counting the debt clear then; + Keeping your faith with women, + Speaking the truth to men. + + + VII + + “High in the purple mountains, + Where the world’s strife cannot come, + Ringed by the iron cordon + Of the hills that guard my home, + I gather my sons about me + And teach them at my knee, + And when they have learned their lesson, + My sons go forth from me. + + Over the world they wander, + In the sunshine and wind and storm, + But I sit here in the quiet room + And keep the hearthstone warm; + Watching and listening and waiting + For their footsteps at the door, + Till one by one as the years go by + My sons come home once more. + + Then I fling wide the portal + And welcome them to the hall, + With praise for the strong, and pity + For the weak, and love for all. + And the welcome that I give them + Is reward for those that win; + And they who are spent with fighting + Find a new strength therein. + + And when they have told their stories, + And rested a little space, + They rise, and get them forth again + Each man to his own place; + To take the task that waits him, + And labor to the end, + That he may earn a living + For wife and child and friend. + + Careless of sneers and frowning + From curs that cringe and shirk, + Asking no greater pleasure + Than the sight of his finished work. + + + VIII + + “Ye who to-day must follow + Whither your fates shall lead, + These are your elder brothers! + Prove yourselves of the breed! + See that ye count as shameful + No work your hands can do; + And when ye are spent, come back to me + That I may comfort you. + + Now, through the open portal, + Rise and go forth to-day! + And a mother’s blessing go with you, + To help you on your way.” + +Williamstown, June 20, 1899. + + + + + THE PURPLE HILLS + + Air--“Annie Lisle” + + + Dying echoes fill the valley, + Heralding the night, + As we gather on the campus + In the waning light. + In the west the sunset’s crimson + All the heaven fills, + And its glory rims the edges + Of our purple hills. + + Fast the length’ning shadows gather, + Sunset dims to grey, + And the calling winds of evening + Through the branches play. + With the far stars pale above them + While day’s tumult stills, + Watching us who know and love them, + Stand the purple hills. + + Safe within our little valley + From the outer strife, + Are enshrined the happy mem’ries + Of our college life. + And when darker days have found us, + ’Mid this old world’s ills; + Still our hearts will turn with gladness + To our purple hills. + +Williamstown, 1898. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51473.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51473.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f15a942f429cf582504136483d2c29ca78139073 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51473.txt @@ -0,0 +1,777 @@ + + +Note: Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/donkeyelephantgo00pres + + +Transcriber's note: + + Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). + + Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=). + + + + + +THE DONKEY, THE ELEPHANT AND THE GOAT + +At A Public Meeting + +by + +J. P. BUSCHLEN + + + + + + + +Price Twenty-five Cents + + + * * * * * * + + _ANNOUNCEMENT_ + +This playlet, by virtue of its simple rime, may perhaps claim a small +share of that license granted to poets, in assuming that the Goat may at +this early stage of the game be taken as an emblem of the Farmers' and +Workers' political party, which is unfortunately not as yet quite a +fact, nationally. The right to present this discussion as a play, for +purposes of raising money, may be obtained only by writing to the +author, in care of Box 1625, Great Falls, Montana. The right to present +it free of charge, by way of assisting the farm and labor movement, is +hereby granted everyone who is in possession of a copy of the printed +booklet. + + THE AUTHOR. + +Great Falls, Montana, August, 1920. + + (Price Twenty-Five Cents.) + + * * * * * * + + +Copyright, 1920, by J. P. Buschlen +For Sale at Box 1625, Great Falls, Mont. + + + + + The Donkey, the Elephant + + and the Goat + + _At A Public Meeting_ + + By + + J. P. Buschlen + + + ELEPHANT + + You see me here, an elephant, + A symbol of the mighty-- + + + DONKEY + + The while you listen to his cant + Remember he is flighty.... + I come to you, a donkey wise, + With pedigree unlowly-- + + + ELEPHANT + + Beware this fellow's sleepy eyes + And manner smooth and holy.... + As Barnum used to say to me + When oft we strolled together, + "The people seem to like to be + Led round upon a tether." + And so, I see, I've got to speak + With these unwholesome creatures, + Since you, dear folks, have been so weak + As to invite such preachers. + + + DONKEY + + If I may but inject a word, + I think it most plebe'an + To class me with a goat. Absurd! + + + GOAT + + A mule is always mean. + + + ELEPHANT + + When P. T. bade me fond adieu, + Good people, I departed + To where I could be serving you + More whole-and-single hearted; + I packed my grip and trumpeted + The news of my arrival, + That you might follow where I led + And join a great revival. + + + DONKEY + + His boastful manner ill becomes + A thing of such proportions. + + + ELEPHANT + + I made this land a world of homes-- + + + GOAT + + And laws with strange contortions. + + + DONKEY + + I do not wish to interpose, + But, sir, you are addressing + A body whom we may suppose + Would call your death a blessing. + If you could boast a lineage + Like mine, you might be pardoned + For occupying all the stage + And holding views so hardened. + + + GOAT + + I'm glad I'm but a simple goat + With humble beard and frocking; + My people were of little note-- + + + ELEPHANT + + I think, sir, I was talking. + And I would have it understood + That I will put my prestige + Against a Southern neighborhood, + Or aught of Southern vestige. + Besides, if Noah didn't lie, + The morning he went arking, + My wife and family and I + Were also there, embarking. + I'd grudge the honor to a goat, + But this presumptive donkey, + Although he gets the southern vote, + Descended from a monkey. + + + GOAT + + In view of what I've done to you + I forego the distinction + Of being dragged the ages through + From ape to near-extinction. + + + ELEPHANT + + If I would seem, as Mule implies, + Inclined myself to flatter, + Is not some credit due to size + And to a good standpatter? + Has not the jungle that I rule + Been growing more efficient? + Go ask most any knave or fool + And get you proof sufficient! + + + DONKEY + + You seem the fact to quite ignore, + You tusky, trunky sinner, + That I have been in power; what's more + Will be again the winner. + + + GOAT + + Come now, we'll get nowhere with this-- + Why not attack the issue, + And tell the people how it is + We're made of diff'rent tissue? + + + DONKEY + + We are indeed, and that's a fact + For which I'm truly grateful; + + + ELEPHANT + + And so I am, to be exact. + (Aside to D.) This goat is very hateful. + + + DONKEY + + Your challenge, Goat, do I accept. + I represent a party + Which never through the years has slept + And still is hale and hearty. + + + GOAT + + How could it sleep when both its eyes + Were flirting with the bosses? + May not you later realize + Your gains were often losses?... + + + ELEPHANT + + If I may say a word or two + About this great Republic: + The party I have given you + Has made it's actions public; + No secret has it e'er denied + The masses it protected. + + + GOAT + + So ably has the rascal lied, + The ass is quite dejected. + + + ELEPHANT + + The best of old New England blood + Within its veins is flowing; + Its sons have fought for every good-- + + + GOAT + + Old grafter in the "showing." + + + ELEPHANT + + When donkeys in the cotton states + Were riding on the niggers + We cancelled all their riding dates-- + + + GOAT + + And made them all blind-piggers. + + + ELEPHANT + + We built a mighty commonwealth + Against great opposition, + Improving faith and moral health-- + + + DONKEY + + And fostering sedition! + I think it's time for me to speak, + In patriotic phrases: + To sit in silence here were weak, + The while himself he praises. + The party that I represent + And have the voice and manner + To here so faithfully present, + Has carried high its banner. + From fine old Southern gentle stock + Its stalwarts have arisen-- + + + GOAT + + To better populate the dock, + The army and the prison. + + + DONKEY + + We would have won the Civil War-- + + + GOAT + + Had Palmer then existed-- + + + DONKEY + + But several southerners were for + The armies that resisted. + For office we have never run + A man who lacked in breeding, + As these Republicans have done, + Their low traditions heeding. + And did not we, the Democrats, + Win out against the German, + When all the world was dogs and cats--? + + + GOAT + + And soldiers fought the vermin? + + + ELEPHANT + + Good donkey, we have had enough + Of your election wheezing; + Besides, that ancient family-stuff + Has got the goat, here, sneezing-- + And when a thing's too strong for one + So strong for Townley jingo, + I think it time that you had done + With your disgusting lingo. + + + GOAT + + Again I beg to urge you two + That you confine your phrases + To what you've done and aim to do + To earn the people's praises. + + + ELEPHANT + + I've done as much as one could wish + Since Wilson ruled the nation-- + + + DONKEY + + He shows the judgment of a fish + In his absurd inflation. + + + ELEPHANT + + All eyes are fixed on me, I say, + Nor will I disappoint them; + With thanks will I their faith repay-- + + + GOAT + + And oily words anoint them. + + + ELEPHANT + + I'll bring back Lincoln from the grave, + Converting all the Palmers; + The world for business will I save-- + + + GOAT + + And jail the blasted farmers. + + + DONKEY + + When I again am called to reign, + As I will be this autumn, + I'll show you men of brawn and brain-- + + + GOAT + + Obeying them who bought 'em. + + + DONKEY + + I'll rule with e'en a firmer hand + Than you have seen me doing, + And make the alien understand-- + + + GOAT + + His blood requires blueing.... + Now look here, boys, the audience + Is patiently awaiting + A dozen facts, a little sense-- + You've done enough bull-baiting. + Give them the thing you're standing for-- + They're standing for aplenty!-- + + + DONKEY + + I'd like to now discuss the war-- + + + ELEPHANT + + He rambles on like Henty! + + + DONKEY + + We showed the flag to every land, + We swept the boundless ocean, + And yet we never showed our hand, + Nor truckled to emotion. + We made the foreigner behave, + The mighty and the small; and + We sent the Kaiser to his grave-- + + + GOAT + + I thought he was in Holland? + + + DONKEY + + We made the pacifists obey + Our able war-directors, + And handled things without delay-- + + + GOAT + + Especially war-objectors. + + + ELEPHANT + + We grant you this to brag about, + But when our party's saddled + We'll give you ample room for doubt-- + + + GOAT + + On issues ably straddled. + + + ELEPHANT + + I think you'll then admit that while + You did what you were able, + You lacked our more successful wile + In keeping business stable. + + + GOAT + + Your windy generalities + Have left the country gasping-- + + + DONKEY + + He's started in again to wheeze! + + + ELEPHANT + + His voice is very rasping! + + + GOAT + + You've camouflaged the issue, boys, + As people are perceiving, + With waving flags and vocal noise-- + + + ELEPHANT + + (To D.) His whiskers are deceiving! + + + GOAT + + The cry is for a loaf of bread-- + You offer but a promise; + The methods you employ are dead-- + + + DONKEY + + (To E.) He'd take our living from us! + + + GOAT + + You're living in a day gone by, + Oblivious of the present, + While women weep and children die-- + + + ELEPHANT + + He's getting most unpleasant! + + + GOAT + + The world is full of concrete needs, + And this land's no exception, + Of problems that will yield to deeds + But never to deception. + I've sat here list'ning to the views + That you have ventilated: + Now maybe for the sake of news + You'll hear =my= doctrine stated? + + + DONKEY + + I cannot see how anything + A billygoat might proffer + Could any new idea bring? + + + ELEPHANT + + 'Tis not a legal offer. + + + DONKEY + + And while about it might I say, + I fail of comprehending + Just why this meeting here today + Has been so condescending + As to invite, with you and me, + Dear tusky friend, this creature + So lacking in camaraderie + And so uncouth of feature! + + + ELEPHANT + + Indeed I cannot but agree, + Dear Donkey, with your premise, + And much I doubt that you should see + =Me= weeping at his demise. + + + GOAT + + Are these the gentlemen we saw + So recently atussle, + Inventing words, within the law, + Each other's goat to hustle? + How strange that at a word of mine + They swing around together? + You will, perhaps, recall a line + That mentions "birds o' feather." + + + DONKEY + + The atmosphere is getting close-- + Will some one draw the curtain? + + + ELEPHANT + + (Whispering) I wonder does he just suppose, + Or does he know for certain? + + + GOAT + + If I'm beyond your courtesy, + I still have vocal powers, + So lend those mighty ears to me + For half a dozen hours. + I know that I am but a goat + All battered by the weather, + But in this land I have a vote, + And I won't sell it, ne'ther! + I represent a class of men + And women who have struggled + Against the tide, while you have been + "Retained" and dined and--juggled. + While you and yours have raked the gold + We've raked the burning stubble; + While we lay frozen in the cold + You froze our chances double. + We went to you for years and years + In bitter anguish pleading: + You answered us with silent jeers + And left us bruised and bleeding. + As long as mortals could endure + We stood your joint oppression, + And then we sought and found a cure-- + Which now is your obsession. + + + DONKEY + + A cure, he says, a cure--ha! ha! + He means to say affliction! + + + ELEPHANT + + A goat can only bunt and bah, + Its wisdom is a fiction! + + + GOAT + + You see, you will not challenge me, + You merely hurl invective; + You fear the home-made guns that we + Have turned on our objective. + Well, be it so, I still can speak, + As long as ears will listen, + And give you facts to fill your beak, + O birds I cannot christen! + Where I was born we give the farms + And homes to those who need them; + We have a method that disarms + The man who would misdeed them. + We make the law the advocate + Of common people, mainly, + By placing it =beneath= the state, + Where it can serve humanely. + We guard the tiller of the soil + Before the speculator; + The man who lives on others' toil + We count a second-rater. + The state is servant to the mass-- + I don't go much on Nietzsche, + And so the Elephant and Ass + Are anxious to impeach me! + But where, O symbols of the wise + In statesmanship and honor, + Were nations ever known to rise + Who catered to a donor? + What people ever reached the heights + Of art and all we cherish, + By local threats and foreign fights? + Their fate is but to perish! + The only thing that made this land + As great as we have found it, + Was justice to whatever band + Saw fit to cluster round it. + Our fathers met them at the shore, + The stranger and wayfarer, + And gave them all they asked, and more-- + Became their burden-bearer. + But now how different it is! + The timid voice that raises + A feeble cry for what is his + Gets hustled off to Blazes! + + + DONKEY + + He very much exaggerates, + And what atrocious wording! + + + ELEPHANT + + He merely bellows, bahs and bleats-- + A habit formed in herding. + + + GOAT + + The workers that I represent + Are not of one vocation, + But every one who earns a cent + Has there an invitation. + The platform that we stand upon + Is not a sheet of paper, + A speech about the rosy dawn, + A song of purple vapor; + You'll find it in the farmer's home, + And on the worker's table, + Where mortgagers would like to come-- + If only they were able. + You'll find it in the common school, + The mine, the shop, the kitchen, + And where the wheat's begun to stool, + And Hi the Ford is hitchin'. + You'll find it, Brother Elephant, + In frigid North Dakota, + Where "Frazier, Ladd and Townley can't + Affect us one iota!" + You'll find it, Donkey, on the flood, + If you've a will to find it, + And if your promises are good + You'll get right in behind it! + + + DONKEY + + (To the Elephant) The interview is at an end + So far as I'm concerned. + + + ELEPHANT + + (To the Donkey) And as for me, my dearest friend, + The meeting is adjourned. + (Donkey and Elephant shake hands and go + offstage together.) + + + GOAT + + Good citizens, the hour is late, + And you are doubtless tired; + I leave you to your bitter fate, + Since Jack and Jill retired. + But may I urge before you go: + Preserve that sense of humor, + For often it will serve to show + The folly of a rumor! + A laugh will often kill a lie, + Where sermons fail completely; + So let us laugh until we die-- + And even then smile sweetly. + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + +The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the +public domain. + +Accentuation, punctuation and spelling as per the original text. + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51578.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51578.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c27ee4c05286dbc988d2fe576b426f27c99123c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51578.txt @@ -0,0 +1,274 @@ + + +Conservative and Unionist Women's +Franchise Association. + +The Progress of the +Women's Suffrage Movement + +by + +Mrs. Henry Sidgwick + +Presidential Address to the Cambridge Branch of +the C. & U. W. F. A. at the Annual Meeting on +May 23rd, 1913. + +CAMBRIDGE + +BOWES & BOWES + +1913 + ++PRICE TWOPENCE NET.+ + + + + +THE PROGRESS OF THE WOMEN'S SUFFRAGE MOVEMENT. + + _An address to the Cambridge Branch of the Conservative and + Unionist Women's Suffrage Association at their Annual Meeting on + May 23, 1913. By Mrs. Henry Sidgwick._ + + +It seems to me sometimes that we do not cheer ourselves as much as we +might by thinking of the immense strides our movement has made in the +last fifty years; so I propose to say a few words about it this +afternoon, although there is not of course anything very new to say. For +we need cheering because, notwithstanding the general progress of our +cause, we are just now suffering from a serious set-back due to the +action of the militant societies. They are clearly and visibly setting +people against us. And it appears that not only in this country are they +raising up enemies against us, but that _our_ militants are hindering +the movement in other countries. + +Moreover, what is much worse than injury to the special cause which our +society exists to promote, the militants are injuring our country and +the cause of civilization and progress. The very existence and +usefulness of society depends on the maintenance of law and order. The +protection of the weak, the possibility of development in well being +generally, all that society stands for, depends on its members being law +abiding--on their respecting law and life and property. And here we have +women, while urging that their admission to a formal share in the +government of the country would be for its advantage, at the same time +teaching by the most powerful method they can use,--namely, +example--doctrines subversive of all social order; teaching that persons +who cannot get the majority to agree with their view of what is +advisable in the interest of the whole should injure and annoy the +community in every way they conveniently can--proceeding even to +incendiarism, and apparently threatening manslaughter. + +It is heartbreaking that such things should be done in a good +cause--and it is especially hard for women to bear because it hurts +their pride in their own sex. They have to see not only their country +injured, and the cause of women's suffrage, in whose name these things +are done, retarded, but they have to see the reputation of their sex for +good sense and sober judgment draggled in the mud. + +This is the most serious--indeed, I think the only serious set-back our +movement has had. It has on the whole been sufficiently wisely conducted +to secure almost uniformly steady progress from its small beginnings to +its present great proportions. + +In all--or almost all--big social movements ultimate success depends on +the gradual conversion to benevolence of a large neutral majority. The +movement in its beginning--and this was eminently true of our +movement--is championed by a small body of pioneers. They make converts, +and when they begin to be taken seriously a body of active opponents is +probably stirred up, but so long as the active opposition is not too +strong it does little harm--it may even do good by helping to interest +people in the question. But for a long time the great mass of people +remain neutral. Either they have never heard of the movement, or they do +not think it serious and only laugh at it, or they think the question +unimportant and do not much mind which way it is decided, or they think +immediate decision is not called for, and that they may as well wait and +see. In fact, for one reason or another they do not think very much +about it, and are not actively interested on either side. + +Of course if such people are led to declare themselves prematurely, the +natural caution and conservatism of human nature will usually make them +vote against change. It is largely for this reason that good judgment--a +sound political instinct as to what it is wise to press at any given +moment--is required in the leaders of a movement. And though it is no +doubt very important to draw active converts from the large neutral +class, it is still more important to prevent the enemy doing so. For it +is not necessary to convert the great majority into active supporters. +Success is finally achieved when a sufficient proportion of the +originally indifferent have arrived at a more or less benevolent +neutrality almost without knowing it--so that the old indifferents come +to believe that they always thought there was a great deal to be said +for the proposed change, and the young indifferents grow up with a +feeling that it has to come. + +This change of feeling does not for the most part come from the _direct_ +influence of active propaganda. It is part of the general change in the +social atmosphere, and comes from the pressure of circumstances of +various kinds, from the unconscious influence of those who have made up +their minds, and from all the innumerable and indescribable things which +go to constitute the spirit of the age. The arguments and deliberate +influence of the active supporters help, but a large part of their +effect is indirect and unperceived at the time. + +It is in their influence on the neutral body that the militants are +doing most harm to the cause. They are exasperating the large undecided +mass, and driving many of them into more or less hardened opinion on the +wrong side. And once a man (or woman) has made up his mind, especially +perhaps if he has made it up emotionally, it is much harder to move him. +Of course the militants are also reducing some active supporters of the +movement to lukewarmness, at least about the advisability of immediate +advance, and thus losing the influence of such supporters. But I think +the harm they are doing with the hitherto more or less neutral is more +serious. + +However, do not let us talk of the militant policy any more. I, at +least, have enough belief in our cause to trust that it can live down +that set-back. Feeling on our side is rising, I believe, like a tide, so +that a little ditch cut across it will only retard it for a moment. + +When I first became aware of the movement--in the late sixties or early +seventies--it was in the stage of being met by ridicule. People who were +not in favour of it did not generally argue--they laughed. This no doubt +kept the timid away, but as a matter of fact very few were interested. +An old friend here was reminding me the other day of a meeting of the +Cambridge Suffrage Society held she believes in the early eighties. I do +not think I attended it myself, though I am not sure. It was an open +meeting, and a lady from London was to address it. The committee did not +venture to take any room larger than the Alderman's parlour at the +Guildhall. But that was too large. The committee sat at the table near +the speaker, and six or eight other ladies came in and were asked to sit +close to the committee at the table, so as to look less scattered--and +that was all the audience the visitor had to address. And that, +according to my friend's general recollection, and my own too, was the +usual type of the early meetings organised by the Cambridge Society. + +But gradually all this changed--and the degree of change may be measured +by comparing with these early meetings those which have taken place at +Cambridge in recent years. No one laughs now, or very few. The question +is taken seriously even by opponents, and the number of people +sufficiently interested to wish to hear about it is very large. + +There is another measure of the progress made of which we old people, +who have been suffragists for a long time, are conscious. We can see +among our own friends and acquaintances people who have been doubtful +but have now pronounced themselves in favour of giving women the +parliamentary vote. I remember, for instance, a conversation many years +ago with a lady who is now an ardent suffragist, but who surprised me +then by her doubtful attitude. I see others who 20 or 30 years ago I +should have expected to find opposed, now taking a leading part on our +side in their own neighbourhoods. I remember another conversation in +which a man who was or had been a Member of Parliament--I forget +which--was taking part and was expressing great doubts about the +advisability or the advantage to themselves of giving votes to women. +Some one present said that the increasing tendency to regulate by +legislation industrial matters affecting certain classes of women +specially, or affecting them differently from men, was an important +reason why women should vote. He admitted at once that women ought to +have the vote if such legislation were increasing, but he doubted the +fact at the moment. That man is a supporter now. What impresses me is +the number of people one knows who are now supporters, and even active +supporters, and have become so without one's being able to point to any +particular moment when what I may call their conversion took place. + +What causes besides active propaganda have contributed to this progress? +I think we can point to some. Among them an important place is, I think, +to be assigned to the increase of legislative interference in +arrangements connected with work and wages of which I have just +spoken--to the disappearance for good or ill of the old _laisser faire_. +When Parliament tries to legislate about such matters, it becomes very +obvious that in certain ways the interests of women and of men are not +the same, and are even occasionally opposed--not on the whole, of +course, but in certain particulars. And if so it seems also obvious that +women should have a voice in the legislation, for it is so clear that +within limits we all know better what suits ourselves than others can +know for us. + +This last consideration is an important principle at the base of +democratic government--at least, so long as this does not degenerate +into a mere tyranny of the majority--and the extension of the franchise +in 1867 and 1884 has, I think, had a very important effect in bringing +home to people that the arguments for extending the suffrage in the case +of men apply equally to women with the same qualifications. I think we +should find that many speeches used in favour of widening the suffrage +in 1884 would serve as speeches at a women's suffrage meeting. I used to +be impressed with the fact at the time, I remember. Probably we have +noticed that the propriety of widows and other women householders having +votes when the professed basis of the franchise is household suffrage, +occurs of itself to the man in the street--or rather, perhaps, I should +say to the man in the country village. + +I travelled the other day in a railway carriage filled with a party of +women travelling from somewhere beyond Cambridge--I do not know what +they were--widows and daughters of rather small tradesmen perhaps. Among +other things they talked of among themselves was the suffrage--and very +angry they were with the militants. "But mind you," said one, "I am not +altogether against women having votes. I think it only fair that widows +with houses should have it." I thought she and her companions belonged +clearly to that neutral body of which I spoke just now; some day, when +sound suffrage views are put before them, they will come down on the +right side of the fence if not previously too much exasperated. + +Then, again, as regards educated people at least, I think the large and +increasing number of educated women engaged in work useful to the +community outside their own homes has had a great effect on the views +both of men and women about the vote. + +These are three very important influences affecting the general +atmosphere in which views are formed--the increased tendency to +legislation affecting employments, the spread in all classes and parties +of democratic views, the work done by women. And then, last but not +least, is the steady work carried on in public and in private by the +societies for promoting women's suffrage and their members from the +commencement of the movement onwards. Our own society is a young one, +but the pioneer societies now merged in the National Union of Women's +Suffrage Societies have worked hard in times of hope and in times of +discouragement for half a century, and their labours have not been in +vain. A movement grows like a snowball--the larger the number of its +supporters the more rapidly it increases. Progress therefore of late +years has been more rapid and more obvious than it used to be, but none +the less the possibility of the present progress is largely due to the +early efforts of the pioneers. + +I think some of my hearers may demur to the view I expressed that the +set-back due to militancy is the only serious one from which we have +suffered. They may say that, for instance, the repeated attempts and +repeated failures to get a bill through Parliament--failures which we +cannot of course entirely attribute to the militants--are set-backs. But +I do not think failures of this sort are set-backs at all. They are only +waves on a rising tide. + +If in a rising tide we watch to see when a sand castle will be +overwhelmed, we shall see one little wave after another approaching and +receding without apparently affecting anything. One wave perhaps will +get very near, and yet fail, and perhaps many succeeding waves will get +even less near. But the failure of these waves does not set back the +tide. That rises steadily all the time and ultimately and inevitably a +wave does at length reach and overwhelm the castle. + +The analogy fails in one point. These waves that roll up the sandy shore +have no real effect on the tide--they are mere ripples on its surface. +But wisely conducted assaults on the suffrage citadel--such as attempts +to pass bills or resolutions in Parliament--are more than this. They +_do_ help the tide to rise. The effort is _not_ wasted even if it fails +at the moment. The tide rises the faster for it. Of course such partial +failures are very disappointing at the moment, especially to those who +have worked hard to secure success. It is impossible for those who have +thrown their whole energies into producing a wave which really will, +they think, reach the castle at last, to see it roll back like its +predecessors, without a sinking of heart, without a momentary feeling of +hopelessness. It is depressing to have to begin again and roll up +another wave, all the more because the energy needed to overcome what +seems the stupidity of those who disagree with us might, we think, if +set free by success be more profitably employed for the good of the +world. It is difficult sometimes to keep up courage--for the young +especially, for age brings more patience. 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Stokes Company + New York Publishers + + _Copyright, MCMXXI, by_ + THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY + + _All Rights Reserved_ + + + + +CHAPTER ONE + + +Once upon a time, on a beautiful island that stood in the center of a +great big lake, there lived in the heart of a kindly old oak tree a +dear little squirrel family. There were three in all; Father, Mother +and Fluffy-tail, and they were just the happiest family one could +imagine. + +Father Squirrel worked hard all day long gathering nuts to store away +so that they would all have enough food in the larder for winter, and +when Mother Squirrel was not too busy doing her housework she too +helped to gather nuts, which she would tuck away in all sorts of places +so that no lazy squirrels could find them. She knew that there were +some lazy little rascals who would play all summer long and that when +the winter came their poor babies would ofttimes cry because they were +so hungry. + +Not that she would not help any one in need, for she was a good, kind +mother, but she knew from experience that those little squirrels who +would not work and gather nuts when they were plentiful, would help +themselves to other folks’ supply if they had a chance to do so. + +One day while Mrs. Squirrel was ironing some pretty petties for +Fluffy-tail she heard a knock at the door. It was a messenger from Mrs. +Squire Squirrel inviting Fluffy-tail to a surprise-party to be given +to her little daughter Furrikins. When Fluffy-tail came bouncing in +to dinner that day and saw something pink peeping out from under her +plate, you can just imagine how delighted she was when she pulled it +out and found it was an invitation to a party, for parties were few and +far between on the Island. + +They had to be just after the summer visitors left the place, as it +would not be very safe while they were there. With summer visitors +there was sure to be a boy with a gun who was always just so hungry +for squirrel pot-pie. In the winter it was too cold, and in the spring +there was seldom enough food left for regular meals, much less a party. +So now the time was just right and Fluffy-tail thought she was never so +happy in all her life. + + + + +CHAPTER TWO + + +After lunch, on the day of the party, Mrs. Squirrel washed, brushed +and combed Fluffy-tail until it hurt so she thought she would have to +squeal once or twice; then dressed her in one of the prettiest little +party dresses one ever saw. Fluffy-tail even had new slippers with +fluffy pink bows. “You must live up to your name, my dear,” her mother +said, as she tied her pretty pink bonnet strings, “and too, my dear,” +as she kissed her for at least the twentieth time, “be very careful +of your manners; don’t lose your present (the cutest lace trimmed hanky +with blue birds in the corners); go straight there and come straight +back home before dark. You know Old Tabby Cat just loves little +squirrels for dinner and she wouldn’t care even if you did have on your +party dress. Cats are such prowling creatures sometimes,” she added. + + + + +CHAPTER THREE + + +[Illustration: “Mrs. Squirrel followed Fluffy down the path.”] + +Mrs. Squirrel followed Fluffy a little way down the path and at the +corner Fluffy turned, waved goodbye with her little fan, and then was +gone out of sight. Mrs. Squirrel sighed as she went back into the +house, hoping all would be happy for her darling that day. + +Fluffy herself was surely happy, and after waving goodbye to her +mother, her thoughts were filled with the good time and the good things +she knew she would get to eat at the party. Her little brown eyes +seemed to just dance whenever she would think of the pleasures in store +for her. She had not gone very far along the road when she heard a wee +voice crying, “Oh, please help me! It hurts so!” and looking around +she saw a poor little mouse whose tail was caught between two stones. + +[Illustration: “‘Oh, please help me!’”] + +“Just a minute,” said Fluffy, and after carefully putting down her +hanky and fan, she tried to move the stones between which little Timmy +Mouse’s tail was caught. At first she thought she would not be able to, +but at last she got a good sized stick and raised the stone just enough +for poor little Tim to get loose. He was so glad to be free, he said, +not only because the stone hurt him dreadfully but because he feared +that Old Mrs. Tabby Cat was liable to be along any minute. “I can’t +tell you how much I thank you,” he said, “but maybe some day I can do +something for you.” + +“That’s all right,” said Fluffy, gathering up her things. “Tell your +mother to put some arnica on your tail and it won’t hurt any more,” and +she was gone out of sight. “I must hurry a little more,” she thought, +“as I would hate dreadfully to be late for the party.” + + + + +CHAPTER FOUR + + +“Oh dear me! What a narrow escape!” exclaimed Fluffy, as she stooped +down and picked up a tiny little woodpecker that had fallen to the +ground. “Your mother must be very careless to let you fall.” “No,” said +the little chap, “Mother has gone for food for us and I played too near +the edge of the stump and fell off.” Just then the woodpecker’s mother +returned, and being alarmed that something was happening to her babies, +came flying toward Fluffy screaming, “What are you doing here?” “I am +not harming your children,” said Fluffy. “I was just putting your +little baby back in your nest. He had fallen to the ground and could +not get up himself. It was lucky for him that I saw him when I did, for +I almost stepped on him.” By this time Mrs. Woodpecker was over her +alarm and was very sorry she had spoken so crossly. “Please forgive +me,” she said, “I was so terribly frightened I hardly knew what I was +saying. I thank you a thousand times; should you ever need a friend, +let me know and I will do all I can to help you.” Fluffy did not wait +to talk longer; she knew it was getting nearer party time every minute, +so she hurried on. + +[Illustration: “Fluffy knew it was getting nearer party time every +minute.”] + + + + +CHAPTER FIVE + + +“Now,” thought Fluffy-tail, “I shall not stop again, no matter what +happens--I’ll just hustle along and not stop until I reach Squire +Squirrel’s house. Why, it must be time for the party now!” she thought, +as she looked at her tiny little wrist watch. While looking at her +watch she heard a fluttering and rustling in the leaves along the +roadside. “I’ll not stop,” she thought, “I’ll just pretend I don’t +hear anything.” She had only gone a few steps though when she had to +turn back to see what was wrong. She was such a tender-hearted little +creature, she could not go to a place where she knew she was to have +a good time and feel that she might by any chance have passed by some +suffering little person. + +“What is it?” she asked rather impatiently, as she glanced to where the +noise seemed to come from. “You needn’t be so cross about it!” said a +little Bat that was lying alongside the path. “Won’t you please pick me +up and hang me on that old tree? I guess I must have fallen asleep and +loosed my hold on the bark. No! No! Not that way!” he said, as Fluffy +was trying to place him on the branch. “Hang me upside down. That’s the +way I sleep.” + +“Very well,” said Fluffy, “There you are, upside down. Now I hope +everything is all right.” “Yes, thank you,” said Mr. Bat, “I can go +to sleep again now, and I’ll try to be more careful. Before you go, +though,” he went on, “I wish you would give me your name and address. +I’ll put it in my vest pocket and maybe some day I’ll be able to be of +some use to you for your kindness in helping me out today.” Fluffy told +him in as few words as possible, her name, where she lived, and where +she was going; then bidding him goodbye, she picked up her packages and +hurried along faster than ever. + + + + +CHAPTER SIX + + +“Oh dear!” she sighed, “I might almost as well go home now. It’s so +late. I’m sure the ice cream and cake and all the goodies will be eaten +before I get there. I do wish people would not be so careless and make +so much work for other people to do. I’m all tired out now and I do +hope that I’ve had my last delay.” With this thought she hurried along +just as fast as her little feet would go. So excited was poor Fluffy +now that she made a turn to the left instead to the right, and she had +gone quite a distance before she discovered that there was something +wrong. She did not know just what to do and became so dreadfully +frightened that she sat down and cried as though her little heart +would break. How long she had been sitting there she could not tell; +she went over the happenings since her dear mother kissed her goodbye, +and wondered if she would be able to find her way back home without +being caught by that awful Old Tabby Cat. + +“If ever I get out of this trouble,” thought she, “I’ll never again +stop any place to help anybody. If I had only gone straight to the +party and let other folks take care of themselves I would be safe now.” +With the thought that she was now the most unhappy creature in the +world, she burst into tears again. + +[Illustration: “‘Won’t you please give me those tears?’”] + +“Won’t you please give me those tears?” Fluffy heard a tiny voice ask. +“I am withering away and must die soon if somebody does not give a +me tiny drink.” Looking down, Fluffy saw a tiny little Bluebell all +wilted, and looking so sad. “The trees are so thick here,” it said, +“I cannot get the rain or dew, and the fairies are having a big party +today and have forgotten poor little me.” By this time Fluffy’s tears +were all dried up, seeing some one in distress made her forget her +own troubles. “I can’t give you my tears,” she said, “for they have +all dried now, but I can get you some water from the brook,” so again +putting down her dear little fan and hanky she skipped off to the brook +to get the water. She had nothing in which to carry it so she made a +cup of her tiny hands and was stepping from one stone to another when +her little foot slipped and splash into the water it went. “Oh, my dear +little shoe!” wailed Fluffy as she looked down and saw the pretty bow +all wet and muddy, “I can never go to the party now.” + +She tried her best to wipe off the mud and fluff up the bow and then +got more water which she took back to the little Bluebell who was +eagerly waiting for her to return. “There now, raise up your head and +be happy,” said Fluffy as she poured the water around its tiny roots. +“If you want more I shall get it for you, then I must try to find my +way home, as I have lost my way to Furrikins’ party.” By this time the +little Bluebell was refreshed after its hearty drink and told Fluffy +the way to reach Furrikins’ home. + + + + +CHAPTER SEVEN + + +Thanking the little flower, she again started out and was just making +the last turn when who should she see in her path but Old Tabby Cat. +Fluffy looked but for an instant. She knew she must move quickly to +escape, so she turned about, yelled for help as loudly as she could, +and ran just as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was tired +already after her long walk and could not make very good time. Old +Tabby was gaining on her rapidly when Mrs. Woodpecker, who had heard +Fluffy’s first cry for help, flew at once to the rescue. She jumped on +Mrs. Tabby’s head and began pecking for all she was worth. This was +such a surprise to Old Tabby that she fell head over heels into a hole +by the roadside and it was quite a few minutes before she recovered +herself enough to peep out to try to discover just what had attacked +her. As she did so a big stone dropped from some place down in the +hole beside her, pinning her tail fast. It was some time before little +Timmy Mouse (for it was he who had rolled the stone on Old Tabby’s +tail) dared to look over the edge of the pit to see how well his plans +worked. “So it was you?” said Tabby, glaring at Timmy. + +One look was enough for little Timmy and he scurried off home as fast +as he could go. + + + + +CHAPTER EIGHT + + +By this time it was quite late and poor little Fluffy was still running +thankful to have escaped Old Tabby, but fearful of some new danger at +every step. + +Suddenly a voice beside her said, “Don’t be frightened, follow close to +me for I can see quite well in the dark. You did me a good turn once in +the daylight and now I can help you in the dark.” With these words, Mr. +Bat (for it was the same one she had helped that afternoon when he had +fallen from the tree) took hold of her hand and led her to Furrykins’ +home where they were all waiting to greet her. After Mrs. Woodpecker +had jumped on Mrs. Tabby, she flew on to tell the little folks at the +party all about poor Fluffy’s experience, and to ask them to keep the +party waiting just a little longer. + + + + +CHAPTER NINE + + +[Illustration: “It was surely a grand party.”] + +It was surely a grand party. They had it on their beautiful lawn and +the moon had come out so brightly that the little folks played all +their games they had arranged for the daytime. There were nuts, apples, +candies, and all sorts of goodies to eat, nice games to play, and they +danced around in the moonlight till the Whip-poor-will called, which +was the curfew for all. + +As it was so late when Fluffy arrived at the party, Mrs. Furrykins sent +a message to her mother telling her that she would keep her all night +and send her home early next morning. So after the party was over and +all the little folk had gone to their homes in the woods, Mrs. Squire +Squirrel tucked Fluffy and Furrykins in her daughter’s little bed, +kissed each of them “goodnight,” heard them say their prayers, and went +quietly to her own room on the opposite side of the big oak tree. + + + + +CHAPTER TEN + + +Fluffy was too tired to dream of the many experiences she had had that +day and went to sleep quickly. Early next morning, as promised, Mrs. +Furrykins saw to it that Fluffy was taken safely home. Her mother was +anxiously waiting for her at the door and each was happy to feel the +other’s arms around her. + +Mother Squirrel kissed her little daughter after each adventure was +told to her, and wiping the tears from her eyes when Fluffy had +finished, she said, “After all, Fluffy dear, you see that one can +never lose anything by being kind to others. You are home again safe +and sound and I’m glad you enjoyed the party.” + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51998.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51998.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dc30df5e8256a67bae38539b5c25d7b1b74e048c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg51998.txt @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ + + + [Illustration: + + Armenia Immolata + + Edward S. Steele] + + COPYRIGHT. 1896, BY EDWARD S. STEELE. + + Published by the author, + 1522 Q Street, N. W., Washington, D. C. + + + + + ARMENIA IMMOLATA. + + [Illustration] + + + Ho ye! Ho ye! all Europe, ho! + Ye Nations hear and patronize! + Unequalled realistic show + On the World stage we advertise! + Our repertoire will render flat + Your little operas and plays, + Your wagers of the ball and bat, + Your hunting rides, and all the craze + Of wheel and sail on land and main-- + Yea, even tame the bulls of Spain! + Revival ours of classic sports, + Now with a brilliance to be seen + Which, should it reach the heavenly courts, + Would turn the eyes of Nero green! + To-day comes forth the Turkish beast, + Three days kept hungry in his den, + On the Armenian slave to feast, + Who meets him arm-ed with a pen! + Sure we shall win your approbation,-- + There, France and Russia on the right-- + The cost not a consideration;-- + The Triple Friends shall have the sight + Here from the left, and in the center + Let Britain spread her cloth of gold! + All in between ye small folk enter-- + America shall stand and scold! + Now all right merrily shall chime. + Ye knightly gentlemen, compose + Your little quarrels for the time; + Somewhat to reason each man owes, + And to the general happiness; + Your feuds shall suffer no abate + For an altruistical recess. + Now come ye all and come in state! + + + II. + + Forthwith the powers and dignities + Proclaim a truce of God, and seek + Through all their ancient treasuries + A garb of pattern true antique. + Not easy sits the classic mode + Upon the tender modern frame, + And some do chafe beneath their load, + Some bear it with a look of shame. + Soon over all the games prevail, + Right well the beast doth play his part; + So doth the martyr, too--each wail + Sounds as it issued from the heart! + + + III. + + Meanwhile out of that inner heat + That thrills anon the human kind + And rends the cold, incrusting sheet + Of stale traditions, lies enshrined, + Accords of jealous interest, + Hatreds of race, and bastard rights, + And every influence unblest + The bloom of human love that blights-- + Out of the soul’s hot inner cell + Breaks forth implacable a curse, + The curse of him who loveth well-- + Of all the curses none is worse. + + + IV. + + Accurs-ed be all they that hate + Their brother, so to serve their God! + Soon had I cursed thy name, O Fate, + Had I not seen thee ready shod, + The besom in thy seasoned hand, + To sweep six centuries of the Turk + Out of a desecrated land! + Woe be to him who stays thy work! + Yea, woe unto the recreant tribe + That hath no legion for the Lord; + That for a warrior sends a scribe + To palter with a prodigal ward! + Where is your manhood, O ye States? + Ye Governments that govern down + All in the soul that elevates! + Ye hypocrites who, prudent, frown + On sympathy that warms the breast, + And boast you of the devilish grace, + Save in the name of interest + Ye meddle with your neighbors not! + Ten fleets to guard a gilded pot, + Not one to lift a bruised race! + + + V. + + Time was when power of sentiment + Fired Europe with a frenzied zeal; + The stars out of their courses went + For what the Christian heart did feel. + Then babes with mail-ed knights did vie + To rescue from the Infidel + The place where once their Lord did lie, + A rended shroud, an empty shell. + Fanatics were they, minds distraught; + And yet meseems did body there + Some energy of noble thought, + Some prescience of a holy care + Of man for man, to be fulfilled + As man grows more and symbol less, + And sympathy no more is killed + By creed’s intolerable duress-- + By the duress of creed and greed + And race and rank and worn-out codes. + Awake, O Man, and find thee freed! + Stand up from under thy brute loads! + Be thou thyself and claim descent + From the eternal Great and True! + Were but some dawning glimmer lent + Thy mind of what thou art and who, + Thy spirit with amaze should sink + And sit astonied one whole day, + Then from the vision new life drink, + And, casting its dead past away, + Rise in a glowing golden youth + To share the omnipotence of love, + The immortality of truth! + The quick ideal thy choice should move, + And not the fossiled precedent; + Reason set free should free the heart, + And with thy being’s full consent, + Thy powers no longer vainly spent, + Shouldst thou fulfill thy natal part! + + + VI. + + In vain! in vain! I learned erewhile + Man rises not on high with wings, + But creeps the circuit of a mile + To rise a foot in spiritual things. + Even so, O Christian man! are still + Too few of tutoring leagues behind + To set thee on the little hill + Where common justice rules the mind, + Where plain humanity has sway-- + Yea, even on some level higher, + Where pity doth her weeping stay, + And love offended lights a fire + That heateth judgment seven times hot + Against the bigot’s cruel ire, + Which love or reason toucheth not? + By Heaven! hast thou no heart as yet, + I’d think thy nerves would set thee wild + At sight of rapine without let, + Of slaughtered man and maid defiled, + Of homeless mother, starving child, + And of a patriotic race + Crushed in its ancient dwelling place! + + + VII. + + In one regard I plainly see + Thou hast betimes great progress made; + Religious prejudice for thee + Hath in its sepulcher been laid. + It grieves thee not that they who praise + A prophet whom thou countest none, + Afflict a land, from ancient days + Holding the faith which is thine own. + But pride thee not in progress such; + It is the progress of disease, + That holds thee in its numbing clutch + And soon thy vital parts shall freeze. + If thou wert truly tolerant + Thy blood within thy veins would boil + That creed, the worst or best, should plant + Its foot on an unwilling soil. + It is not breadth but policy + That holdeth back the avenging hand; + Of all the Turks the worst is he + Of Christian name in Christian land. + + + VIII. + + O Europe! O America! + If ye but knew this fatal day! + If ye could read the eternal law + Now at the parting of the way! + If ye, beholding thus distressed + This pilgrim, leave him here to die, + Ye are his murderers confessed, + The guilt upon your souls will lie. + T’will follow you through many a year, + Corrupting the sweet tides of life, + Now in insidious blight appear, + And now break forth in horrid strife. + T’will nullify religion’s claims, + T’will mar your literature and art; + T’will choke society’s best aims, + To greed new energy impart. + Nor even so shall ye evade + The dreaded specter of the East; + Until by right or ruin laid + It shall intrude into your feast. + But if ye do the deed of men + And save your brother here half-killed, + Then shall ye be as born again, + Your life with upward impulse filled. + Your better selves once shaken free + Will loath submit to other chains; + And from your deed of charity, + Your own shall be the larger gains. + + + IX. + + O friends of peace, dear brethren mine, + Me of your inner circle name, + Unless the peace which you design + With anarchy is one and same. + It is not war but government + When justice wields the avenging sword; + And force in name of justice spent + Is oil on troubled waters poured. + Where reason is let reason rule, + And law where men submit to laws; + But with the cutthroat ’tis a fool + Attempts to arbitrate his cause. + Nor ends responsibility + Within the nation’s narrow close; + The world is one community, + Each state to all allegiance owes. + And who hath power and doth neglect + To rescue from the oppressor’s hand + The wronged of any race or sect + In Christian or in pagan land-- + Who hath the power and lends not aid + Doth sin against the primal right, + Which man not Turk nor Frank hath made + But citizen cosmopolite! + + + X. + + What doeth the Turk in power still + As ends the nineteenth century? + Lacks aught of shame his cup to fill + Of unassuaged iniquity? + Lacks aught of cruelty and blood? + Lacks aught of treachery and lies? + Lacks aught of crime ’gainst womanhood? + Lacks mad fanaticism that plies + All villainies in Allah’s name? + And what redeeming deed or trait + Stands out to mitigate this blame? + On what kind thought does Justice wait? + What seeds of omen good may hide + Deep in the Turkish breast, God knows; + Scarce will they spring while rampant pride + Yields ever fresh return of woes. + Meanwhile thy lightsome hopes to plead, + The cause of justice to defer, + Makes thee a partner well agreed + In the ensuing massacre. + Nor will thy pennyworth of food, + Dispensed with ne’er so pitying dole, + The ruin of a race make good, + Or take the curse from off thy soul. + Master, I pray thee look upon + This vexed youth, my only son; + Behold, a spirit taketh him + And suddenly he crieth out; + It bruiseth every manly limb + And ceaseless harrieth him about-- + Now flingeth him into the fire, + Now dasheth him upon the earth; + And plagued with these afflictions dire, + ’Twere better he had wanted birth. + And thy disciples did I ask + To cast this grievous demon out; + They could not do so hard a task, + And left our minds of thee in doubt. + But now, canst thou do anything, + Let thy compassion lead thee on; + Have pity and deliverance bring + To this my torn and pining son! + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52233.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52233.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..265721bb91add4997fed29f8b4ec7c2c0b5dc4ee --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52233.txt @@ -0,0 +1,178 @@ + + +Transcriber’s Notes: + +Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_), and text +enclosed by equal signs is in bold (=bold=). + +Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. + + * * * * * + + + + +THE LEGEND OF DAH-NOL-YO, SQUAW ROCK + + + Compliments of + THE SAN FRANCISCO AND NORTH PACIFIC RAILWAY, + The Picturesque Route of California. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration: POMO INDIAN IN DANCING COSTUME MADE FROM THE FEATHERS OF +THE EAGLE] + +For forty-six miles THE SAN FRANCISCO AND NORTH PACIFIC RAILWAY, the +Picturesque Route of California, skirts the Russian River. A few of the +many lovely views en-route are shown in this little _brochure_. + +This beautiful country was once occupied by the Pomo Indians, a brave +and flourishing tribe, of whom but very few families remain. Many of +the local features are hallowed by the Indian folk-lore. The legend of +Dah-nol-yo--Squaw Rock, so charmingly written by Mrs. H. M. Carpenter, +of Ukiah, is presented to the reader. + +[Illustration: DAH-NOL-YO--SQUAW ROCK.] + + + + +THE LEGEND OF DAH-NOL-YO--SQUAW ROCK. + + +Among the many extant Indian Legends of Squaw Rock, none has +appeared which relates to the face of stone, on the summit of this +noted mountain. The following is substantially as given by a direct +descendant of Con-che Tadi, a Pomo Chief, who lived in the shadow of +Dah-nol-yo, when time was young. + +This Chief was particularly noted for preserving the peace and harmony +of his own tribe and others with which he came in contact. His faithful +squaw Ma-cha-ta (Kingfisher) devoted her time to her two sons, Ca-ba-ba +(Brave one) and Bu-tah-so (Little Bear); and as is the custom at the +present day, gathered the buckeye and acorn, as a means of subsistence, +while her lord smoked his pipe or enjoyed a nap in the sunshine. As the +sons approached manhood they were inseparable companions and partook of +the peaceful disposition of their illustrious father. + +[Illustration: TWIN ROCKS, ON THE RUSSIAN RIVER--NEAR DAH-NOL-YO.] + +One day, after vainly endeavoring to catch enough fish for dinner, +a very beautiful Indian woman suddenly appeared before them. When +she merely looked into the water, fish and turtles came out upon the +sand and lay at her feet. She pointed to the east and west, and all +kinds of birds and beasts were at once before her. Ca-ba-ba, the +elder son, who was to be Chief of the tribe when the Tadi went to +the “Happy Hunting Ground,” conceived the idea of making this young +woman his wife, feeling assured that at least a good living was in +store for him through this arrangement. Divining his thoughts (which +did not meet with her approval, as it is supposed she was already +enamored of Bu-tah-so,) she declared, in consequence of his selfish +motives, he should never be the Chief of his tribe, which so enraged +Ca-ba-ba that he threw a fishing spear at her. This missed its fair +mark and was buried in the bosom of Bu-tah-so. All was immediately in +darkness--thunder rolled, lightning flashed and the whole earth was +convulsed. From out the storm the woman’s voice was heard pronouncing +maledictions on the head of Ca-ba-ba and commanding him to hide +himself in Dah-nol-yo, and do penance for all time. While he suffered +in darkness, she said the face of Bu-tah-so should stand upon his +sepulchre as a warning to all evil doers. The disappearance of the +Chief’s sons and the face of one of them, engraved in stone, upon the +mountain overlooking their home, so frightened the tribe that they fled +to the north, and no tribe has since had the temerity to live in sight +of the face on Dah-nol-yo. + +[Illustration: CAMP SCENE ON RUSSIAN RIVER ON LINE SAN FRANCISCO AND +NORTH PACIFIC RY.] + +Here the legend ends, and we take up the threads and weave a little net +of well authenticated facts. When the San Francisco and North Pacific +Railway wound through the picturesque canyon of Che-hool-be-da-dah +(Russian River) a tunnel pierced the base of Dah-nol-yo, thus opening +the door of Ca-ba-ba’s prison and liberating him. In fear of detection, +and a return to his solitary quarters, he cautiously crept to his +childhood’s home only to find desolation. Turning his eyes to the +summit of Dah-nol-yo he was transfixed with terror at beholding the +face of Bu-tah-so looking grimly down upon him. Held by an invisible +power he gazes on, unable to turn his eyes even to the bear, deer, +quail and squirrel, that venture so near, peering in wonder at the lone +man who is to suffer on through all eternity as he keeps his silent +vigil of Dah-nol-yo. + +[Illustration: POMO HUT.] + +[Illustration: RUSSIAN RIVER, GUERNEVILLE IN THE DISTANCE.] + +[Illustration: BOATING ON RUSSIAN RIVER.] + +[Illustration: BOHEMIAN GROVE--NEAR GUERNEVILLE. These trees range from +200 to 300 feet in height.] + + * * * * * + +The way to reach the Russian River and its scenic surroundings is by +the SAN FRANCISCO AND NORTH PACIFIC RAILWAY, the Picturesque Route of +California. + +Continuous riding over this road does not become monotonous, owing to +the variety and constant change of scenery, traversing, as it does, +Marin, Sonoma, Russian River, Sanel and Ukiah Valleys. + +The hand of man, in dotting the country with orchards, vineyards, grain +fields, homes, towns and villages, has most beautifully blended the +domestic with nature’s wildness. + +From San Francisco to Ukiah, the terminus of the road, is only 113 +miles. + +The Counties tributary, Marin, Sonoma, Mendocino and Lake, are known +as the most fertile on the Pacific Coast. The winds from the Pacific +Ocean, tempered by the bordering coast range and redwood forests, +produce a mild and salubrious climate so enjoyable to the healthy and +refreshing to the weak. + +The Hotels and Resorts, and the numerous and various mineral springs, +afford every opportunity for health and recreation. + +This section is specially desirable to the home-seeker, owing to the +variety and profusion of products which can be raised, and without +irrigation; for in this section, renowned for its richness and +fertility and wonderful soil products, =there is not one acre under +irrigation=. + +_Ticket Office, 650 Market Street, Chronicle Building._ + +_General Office, Mutual Life Building, San Francisco._ + +A. W. FOSTER, Pres. and Gen’l Manager. + +H. C. WHITING, General Superintendent. + +R. X. RYAN, Gen’l Pass’r and Frt. Agt. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber’s Notes: + +The author is Helen McCowen Carpenter (1839-1917). + +This pamphlet is not dated, but a review of it appeared in _The San +Francisco Call_, Volume 81, Number 163, May 12, 1897, p. 7. + +Punctuation has been made consistent. + +The paragraphs beginning “One day, after ...” and “Here the legend +ends, ...” have been transposed. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52329.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52329.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ef5a967c12761827aacdc397dc3ddc0ce0f45d14 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52329.txt @@ -0,0 +1,731 @@ + + +[Illustration: UNDER BLUE SKIES] + + JULIUS BIEN & CO. LITH. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + Under + Blue + Skies. + + + Verses & + Pictures + By + S. J. Brigham + + Worthington Co. + 747 BWAY. N. Y. + +[Illustration] + + + + + UNDER BLUE SKIES. + _(Frontispiece)_ + + + Under blue skies + Daffodils dance, and the Oriole flies, + Bright, golden butterflies float on the breeze + Over the clover with brown honey-bees; + Daisies and buttercups, slender and tall, + Nod to the roses that cover the wall, + Under blue skies. + + Under blue skies, + Every day brings us a sweeter surprise, + Blooming of flowers and singing of birds, + Words without song, and song without words; + A world of bright children, all happy and gay, + In sunshine and shadow, at work and at play. + + Copyright, 1886, by S. J. Brigham, N. Y. + + + + + Contents. + + + _UNDER BLUE SKIES._ + _LITTLE NEIGHBORS._ + _STUDY-HOUR._ + _THE LETTER._ + _DAFFY DIL AND JONNY QUIL._ + _CAMPING SONG._ + _THE FAMILY DRIVE._ + _SILENT VOICES. I. DAISIES._ + _SILENT VOICES. II. BLUE-EYED GRASS._ + _SILENT VOICES. III. CLOSING FLOWERS._ + _DANDELION._ + _SWEET GRASS._ + _THE MULLEIN PATCH._ + "_TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET._" + _THE SAND-MAN._ + _THE LILY POND._ + _LUNCH TIME._ + "_WHIRL THE BOAT._" + _KINDERGARTEN._ + _THE ORIOLE'S NEST._ + _THE JUNE-BUG._ + _CHOCOLATE DROP._ + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + LITTLE NEIGHBORS. + + + Birds a-singing in the trees, + Marigolds a-blowing; + Bees a-humming what they please, + Coming and a-going; + Hiding in the hollyhocks, + Swinging on the clover, + Climbing up the Lily-stalks, + Honey running over. + + Breath of roses in the air, + Roses are in hiding; + Breezes will not tell us where,— + Winds are not confiding; + Down the walks the children wind, + Through the fence a-peeping; + Like the bees and birds they find + Treasures for the seeking. + + Little neighbors, like the birds, + Sing and talk at pleasure; + Like the bees, with honeyed words, + Choose their time and measure; + Like sweet peas they cling and climb, + Here and there and yonder; + All the pleasant summer-time + They visit and they wander. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + STUDY-HOUR. + + + O hush! you Robin, you sing and swing + In the lilac tree, + And my lessons seem long when I hear your song + So happy and free. + + If only the hours had wings, I know + They would flutter away, + Like the bird on the tree, or the velvet bee, + Or the butterfly gay. + + But then I know that a maid like me + Has a life to live, + And my heart and my mind has something to find + Before it can give. + + O rest you, Robin, a little while + Your voice and your wing! + And then by-and-by dear Robin and I + Will both sing and swing. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE LETTER. + + + "O, wait, little maiden, + With hand letter-laden! + I'll take it one minute, + And please tell me who + You have written it to, + And all that is in it." + + "Ah, no!" said the maiden, + "With love it is laden, + No stranger can take it: + I will just tell you this, + It is sealed with a kiss, + And _Mamma_ will break it." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + DAFFY DIL + AND + JONNY QUIL. + + + Said Jonny Quil + to Daffy Dil, + His pretty country cousin: + "Now is our chance + to have a dance, + Your sisters, full a dozen, + Are here in golden + cap and frill; + What say you, + Cousin Daffy Dil?" + + Said Daffy Dil + to Jonny Quil, + "To dance would give + us pleasure; + But, then, you know, + the wind must blow, + To beat our time + and measure. + Young April Wind + will be here soon, + And he will whistle + us a tune." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + CAMPING SONG. + + + O who would live in a cottage close, + Shut in like a captive bird? + I would sooner have a tent like mine, + Within the shade of a fragrant pine, + Where the breaking waves are heard,— + Are heard, + The breaking waves are heard. + + The song of winds in the sweet pine tree, + The waters that kiss the shore, + The white-winged sea-bird's mellow cry, + Mingled in one sweet melody, + Steals softly in at my door,— + My door, + Steals in at my open door. + + All day I sing and read and sew, + Beneath this sheltering pine, + Kissed by cool breezes from the sea, + And people passing envy me, + And wish for a tent like mine,— + Like mine, + For a cosy tent like mine. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE FAMILY DRIVE. + + + "Heigh, ho!" + Like the wind we go, + For a family drive to Jericho; + The horses dance + And prink and prance, + But who is afraid of the horses, O? + + "Heigh, ho!" + O, the daisies grow + Along the wayside to Jericho; + But the horses run + And spoil our fun, + And we cannot pick us a daisy, O. + + "Whoa! whoa!!" + Won't you please go slow? + We are going home from Jericho; + All danger past, + We are home at last, + Without a tip or a tumble, O. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + SILENT VOICES. + I. + DAISIES. + + + Hosts of little daisies white + Stand among the grasses, + Greeting with a girlish grace + Every breeze that passes. + Quaint white caps and golden hair, + Tresses green and slender; + With my heart I heard them say + Something very tender— + Saying something to the grass, + Very sweet and tender. + +[Illustration] + + + + + SILENT VOICES. + II. + BLUE-EYED GRASS. + + + Hush—O hush! you wanton winds, + Hush you, while I listen! + In the blue eyes of the grass + Tear-drops seem to glisten. + A shy Daisy leaned that way, + When the winds were blowing; + With my heart I heard him say + Something worth the knowing— + Fondly, to the Daisy say, + Something worth the knowing. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + SILENT VOICES. + III. + CLOSING FLOWERS. + + + When the sun, in red and gold, + Down the West was creeping; + When the bird beneath its wing + Tucked its head for sleeping, + Silently the silken doors + Of the flowers were closing; + Poppies each, with drooping head, + Slowly fell a-dozing. + With my heart, I heard them say, + "Good-night till the morrow: + Here's good-night to all the world + Till the happy morrow." + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + DANDELION. + + + Modest little Dandelion, + Standing in the grass, + Offering her plate of gold + To people as they pass. + + If you slight her, soon her tresses + Will be growing gray, + And some antic, frantic wind + Will blow them all away! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + SWEET GRASS. + + + The sweet grass grows + Where the Daisy blows, + But how sweet grass with its tender grace.. + And the Daisy with its winsome face, + Came to live in the same sweet place, + Nobody knows. + + The sweet grass grows + Where the Daisy blows, + And under the shade of the tender grass + The children saw some crickets pass; + But why they were all in black, alas! + Nobody knows. + + The sweet grass grows + Where the Daisy blows; + The children pulled till their hands were red; + The grasshoppers shook with fear and fled; + But what Sweet Grass to the Daisy said, + Nobody knows. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE MULLEIN PATCH. + + + O Mullein, whisper in my ear + And tell me how you grow, + I was the taller of the two + But one short week ago, + And now, as I on tiptoe stand, + Can scarcely reach you with my hand. + + You're growing very lovely, too, + In your pale-green velvet gown; + And golden as a daffodil + Are the flowers in your crown. + So tall and stately! Is it true + That all your neighbors envy you? + + The Thistle flushed as the maiden spoke, + And thrust out every thorn; + The Wormwood very bitter grew; + And tossed her head in scorn; + The Teazle and the Burdock tried + To pull the maiden's dress aside. + + The Mullein kept the secret well, + And the maiden never knew + That she the only object was + Of envy. And 'tis true + That when she left and said Good-bye! + For sadness they made no reply. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + "TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET." + + + Toss away, toss away, + Low away, high, + Up in a blanket + To visit the sky; + Lightly she'll swing + In the silver moon, + And bring to her sisters + A star pretty soon. + + Toss away, toss away, + High away, low, + Rock her to sleep + In the silver bow; + Toss up a kiss to + The man in the moon, + And bring back another + To us very soon. + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE SAND-MAN. + + + Have you ever seen the sand-man, old, + Who comes to us every one, I'm told, + With his countless bags of silver sand, + And drops it down with an unseen hand; + And our eyelids very heavy grow, + As off to the land of dreams we go? + + He is very shy. I have often tried + To keep my eyelids open wide + And watch for him. But he cheats me so, + And puts me to sleep before I know. + Is he like the wind, do you suppose, + Which is never seen when it comes and goes? + + Oh, ho! The sand-man's fun is past, + He has gone to sleep himself at last; + We'll build a fort beside the sea, + And he our prisoner shall be. + He is not the wind with an unseen hand, + But a giant made of silver sand. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE + LILY + POND. + + + The wind is fair, + Shall we take a row, + Down to the cove + Where the lilies grow? + Their petals white + To the sun unfold, + Their trembling hearts + Are yellow as gold. + My boat is as safe + As a boat can be; + You need not fear + To go with me. + + A fleet of lilies, + So fresh and fair, + Like fairy ships, + Are anchored there. + They rock and dip + With every breeze, + Like real ships + On real seas. + My boat is as safe + As a boat can be; + You need not fear + To go with me. + +[Illustration] + + + + + LUNCH TIME. + + + The Bees are coming, + I hear them humming + Their pleasant Summer song. + You are late to-day; + Did you lose your way? + We have been waiting long. + + My cream-white Clover + Is running over + With honey clear and sweet; + And my Brier-Rose, + As a bee well knows, + Holds something nice to eat. + + Come, take your honey, + It costs no money, + The little gift is free; + Come every noon + Through merry June, + And take your lunch with me. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + "WHIRL THE BOAT." + + + Whirl, whirl, + Each little girl, + Like a gay butterfly over the grass; + Light as a feather, + Whirl they together, + Scaring the little brown birds as they pass. + + Spin, spin, + See them begin, + Like two tops gliding over the ground; + Light as a feather, + Spin they together, + Whirling the boat around and around. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + KINDERGARTEN. + + + This is my class, + I am teacher, you see; + They stand in a row + And listen to me; + + And never once + Have I seen them try + To whisper or laugh— + They are very shy. + + I sometimes fear + They will never do + The nice little games + When I ask them to: + + To keep good time, + To march and to sing, + And to whirl about + In a pretty ring. + + But, then, I know + They will always do + Whatever they can + When I ask them to. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE ORIOLE'S NEST. + + + Swing, little hammock, swing high and swing low! + Birdies are sleeping while soft breezes blow; + Papa-bird fastened it well on the bough, + No harm can come to the baby-birds now. + + Mother-bird comes with sweet food to the nest. + All the bright feathers aflame on her breast; + Swing, little birdies, be happy to-day, + Soon, I suppose, you will all fly away. + + Rock, little hammock, the birdies to sleep, + Then I'll give Dolly a sly little peep; + She will not touch them, the dear little things, + With down on their heads and down on their wings. + + Very soon, Dolly, their feathers will grow, + And out of their cradle the birdies will go; + High away, low away, out of our sight, + Off to the wood in a family flight! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE JUNE-BUG. + + + "Buzz, buzz, blundering bug, + Why do you come in June? + The roses are here, + And I greatly fear + You will put them out of tune. + + "Buzz, buzz, blundering bug, + Why do you come at night, + With your big black wings? + We are timid things— + You will put us both in a fright." + +[Illustration] + + + + + CHOCOLATE DROP. + + + There lived beside a certain sea + A humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee, + Whose length and breadth were just the same, + And what is more, this ba-bee's name + Was Chocolate Drop. + + This humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee + Had a Mamma as brown as she, + Who thought no ba-bee, dark or light, + Was ever half so sweet and bright + As Chocolate Drop. + + They say (as strange as it may seem) + That she was made of country cream, + And rolled in something brown and sweet, + Which made this ba-bee so complete + A Chocolate Drop. + +[Illustration] + + Out on the end of an apple-tree bough + A birdie was singing a song just now, + And when it was ended + The birdie pretended + To say Good-bye, + but he did not + know how! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + + 1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical + errors. + 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. + 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52482.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52482.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2b708d3ae1ac61e5594e708b0d62c28d77e88b5f --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52482.txt @@ -0,0 +1,314 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + RULES + TO BE OBSERVED BY + _MASTERS AND PILOTS OF VESSELS_, + ARRIVING AT THE + _PORT OF PHILADELPHIA_, + ESTABLISHED BY + THE HEALTH LAW, + AND + _REGULATIONS OF THE BOARD OF HEALTH_. + TO WHICH IS ANNEXED, + _The Supplement to the Health Law_, + Passed on the 2d day of April, 1821. + + + PHILADELPHIA: + + PRINTED BY JACOB FRICK & CO. + No. 22, Walnut Street. + + 1821. + + + + + RULES, &c. + + +I. From the first of June to the first of October, in every year, +vessels arriving at the port of Philadelphia, from any foreign port or +place, and every vessel arriving from any port or place within the +United States, at which port or place the said vessel had only called in +or touched upon her arrival from a foreign port, and vessels sailing +under coasting documents, having on board goods, persons, baggage, or +clothing from any foreign port or place, or any diseased person, before +any of the cargo or baggage be landed, or any person who came in such +vessel shall leave her, or any person, except the pilot, is suffered to +come on board, (unless imminent danger of the loss of the vessel or +lives of the crew shall render assistance necessary) shall stop at the +Lazaretto, and there submit to the examination of the Lazaretto +Physician and Quarantine Master. + +Every vessel of the above description, under one hundred and fifty tons +burthen, will come to anchor as near the Lazaretto as their draught of +water and the weather will allow; and if of one hundred and fifty tons +or upwards, may either come to anchor near the Lazaretto or in the outer +channel, as near the west end of the island of Tinicum, opposite the +Lazaretto, as her draught of water and the weather will permit—those +preferring to be visited in the outer channel, will hoist a whiff at the +topgallant-mast head, as a signal for the same. + +A neglect or refusal to comply with the above, will subject the person +so neglecting or refusing, to a fine of five hundred dollars. + + +II. From the first of October in every year, to the first of June in the +succeeding year, every vessel arriving at the port of Philadelphia, +either directly or indirectly from any foreign port or place, shall come +to anchor in the stream, opposite the city; and before any of the +passengers, crew, cargo, or baggage are landed, shall receive the visit +and submit to the examination of the Port Physician; and as a signal for +the visit of the said physician, shall hoist a whiff at the +foretopgallant mast head; vessels that arrive in the day time, will +hoist the signal before they arrive at the lower part of the city, and +those that come up in the night, will hoist the signal before sunrise +next morning. _Every captain, pilot, or other person, hauling any vessel +to the wharf, on her arrival as above, and before she is visited by the +port physician, shall for each and every offence forfeit and pay the sum +of two hundred dollars_, unless it shall be made to appear, that there +was at the time, imminent danger of the loss of such vessel, or of the +passengers or crew thereof. + + +III. Any master, or other person, on board any vessel, who shall +knowingly deceive, or attempt to deceive the Lazaretto or Port +Physician, or shall make false answers to their official inquiries, will +be liable to a fine of two hundred dollars, and imprisonment at hard +labour for five years. + + +IV. The certificates of health, granted by the Lazaretto or Port +Physician, are to be presented at the health office, within twenty-four +hours after the arrival and safe mooring of the vessel at the city under +a penalty not exceeding three hundred dollars. + + +V. Masters of vessels, on presenting their certificates at the health +office, shall pay to the health officer, the following sums, viz: + + All coasting vessels, from any port or place in the United $2 50 + States, between the river St. Croix, and the river St. Mary, + (except from between Sandy Hook and Cape Charles) for each + arrival, during quarantine months, + + All coasting vessels, from between Sandy Hook and Cape Charles, 2 50 + including the Bay and river Delaware, having on board foreign + goods, for each arrival, during quarantine months, + + All American vessels, from any port or place in New Brunswick, 5 00 + Nova Scotia, Canada, or the islands or ports adjacent; the + river St. Mary; the coast of Florida, bay of Mexico, including + New Orleans, and parts adjacent, and from thence along the bay + of Honduras, and coast of Terra Firma, as far as the river + Amazon, including all the islands, generally denominated West + India, Bahamas, or Bermudas, shall pay on arrival, + + All American vessels arriving from any place in Europe, Western, 10 00 + Canary, or Cape de Verd Islands, and west coast of Africa as + far as latitude 34 deg. S. and from any place in the + Mediterranean, or from any place, from the river Amazon, + inclusive, and round the coast of Brazil, as far as latitude 34 + deg. S. + + All American vessels, from any place beyond latitude 34 deg. S. 20 00 + or round cape Horn, or the Cape of Good Hope, + + Foreign vessels shall pay twenty-five per cent. additional, + unless otherwise regulated by any treaty. + + Prize vessels, taken by foreign armed vessels, 12 50 + + Prize vessels, taken by American vessels, 10 00 + + Public armed vessels, and privateers, each 6 00 + + Vessels that are visited in the outer channel at the Lazaretto, 5 00 + shall pay an additional sum of + + For every passenger, not a citizen of the United States, 1 00 + (reckoning two children between the age of five and twelve + years, as equal to one full passenger,) + + +VI. No master of a vessel, or other person whatsoever, shall remove any +sick person, from any vessel, lying in the river Delaware, before the +city of Philadelphia, the district of Southwark, or the township of the +Northern Liberties, before such sick person has been visited by the Port +Physician, and a written permit, granted by him for the purpose of such +removal. + +Any person neglecting or refusing to comply with the same, shall be +subject to a fine of fifty dollars, and imprisonment for three months. + + +VII. Any master of a vessel, who shall knowingly receive, or employ, on +board his vessel, any person eloping from the Lazaretto during +quarantine, for every such offence, shall be liable to pay a fine of two +hundred dollars. + + +VIII. No pilot, bringing a vessel to the Lazaretto in a healthy state, +shall be obliged to perform quarantine, but the Lazaretto Physician +shall grant such pilot a certificate, permitting him to proceed to the +capes of Delaware, in order that he may prosecute his profession, but +such pilot shall not, on any pretence, come into the city or adjacent +districts, for twenty days from the date of such certificate, under the +penalty of one hundred dollars, and one year's imprisonment. + + +IX. To prevent unnecessary delay, the commanding officer of every vessel +will have prepared muster rolls of his crew and passengers, for the +examination of the boarding officer. + + +X. Pilots are requested to keep a copy of the foregoing rules, and offer +them for the perusal of the commanding officer of every vessel they +bring up, and also to inform them, that every refusal or neglect to +comply with the same, will be punished to the utmost extent of the law. + + + + + A SUPPLEMENT + + _To an Act, entitled "An act for establishing a Health Office, and + to secure the City and Port of Philadelphia from the introduction + of pestilential and contagious diseases, and for other purposes."_ + + +SECT. 1. _Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of +the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, in General Assembly met, and it is +hereby enacted by the authority of the same_, That from and after the +passing of this act, between the first day of June and the first day of +October, every ship or vessel coming from any port or place southward of +Cape Fear, bound to Philadelphia, shall be subject to the examination +directed by the fourth section of the act to which this is a supplement; +for every ship or vessel coming from any foreign port or place, and the +master, commander or pilot of every such ship or vessel coming from any +port or place southward of Cape Fear shall be subject to the same +restrictions, and liable to the same indictment, prosecution and +penalties, as by the said fourth section of the said act is prescribed +for the master, commander or pilot of any ship or vessel coming from any +foreign port or place. And the same duties shall be performed by the +Lazaretto Physician and Quarantine Master, and the same oaths or +affirmations shall be by them administered, first making known to the +person interrogated the penalty imposed by the said act to which this is +a supplement, which penalty is hereby extended to every person who shall +give false answers, under oath or affirmation, to the questions proposed +under the authority of this act. And the said Physician and Quarantine +Master, and the master or captain of such ship or vessel, shall proceed +in the same manner in all respects as is directed by the said fourth +section of the act to which this is a supplement; and the Board of +Health shall have the same power to determine and direct what measures +shall be pursued, and the same shall be carried in like manner into +execution. + + +SECT. 2. _And be it further enacted by the authority aforesaid_, That +from and after the passing of this act, between the first day of June +and the first day of October, every ship or vessel coming from a port or +place in the United States, bound to the port of Philadelphia, and from +which ship or vessel shall have been, within thirty days then next +preceding, unladen, the whole or a part of the cargo or baggage, brought +in the said ship or vessel from some foreign port or place, every such +ship or vessel shall be liable and subject to all the rules, regulations +and restrictions of the said fourth section of the said act to which +this is a supplement, and shall be examined and treated as well the +vessel itself, as the cargo, crew, passengers and baggage on board, in +the same manner as if such ship or vessel had brought the same cargo, +crew, passengers or baggage, directly from such foreign port or place, +and had the same then on board at the Lazaretto. + + +SECT. 3. _And be it further enacted by the authority aforesaid_, That +from and after the passing of this act, between the first day of June +and the first day of October, no ship or vessel which shall be laden +with, or have on board, any vegetables, fish or hides, shall be unladen +at the port of Philadelphia, until a permit shall be applied for and +obtained from the Board of Health. And if any master, captain, owner or +owners, consignee or consignees, or other persons, shall presume to +unlade from on board of any such ship or vessel, any vegetables, fish or +hides, without first having applied for and obtained a permit from the +Board of Health, every such master, captain, owner or owners, consignee +or consignees, or other person, so offending, shall pay a fine not +exceeding five hundred dollars, to be recovered and appropriated as is +directed in the act to which this is a supplement. + + +SECT. 4. _And be it further enacted by the authority aforesaid_, That +from and after the passing of this act, between the first day of June +and the first day of October, within forty-eight hours after the +discharge of the cargo of every ship or vessel at the port of +Philadelphia, it shall be the duty of the captain or master, owner or +owners, consignee or consignees, and other person, having the direction +of the discharge of the same, under the penalty of one hundred dollars, +to be recovered and appropriated as by the act to which this is a +supplement is directed, to give, or cause to be given, to the Board of +Health, notice that the same cargo is discharged, and to permit and +suffer the Board of Health, by themselves or by their lawful agent by +them for that purpose appointed, to examine the condition of the hold, +ballast and limbers of such ship or vessel. And if the Board of Health +shall deem it for the safety and health of the city of Philadelphia, +they are hereby authorised and empowered to designate a proper place to +which the said ship or vessel shall be taken, and that her hold, ballast +and limbers shall there be cleansed and purified, or at the expense of +such captain or master, owner or owners, consignee or consignees, or +other person, having the direction of the discharge of the cargo, to +send, or cause to be sent, such ship or vessel to a proper place, and +have her hold, ballast and limbers cleansed and purified. + +SECT. 5. _And be it further enacted by the authority aforesaid_, That +from and after the passing of this act, between the first day of June +and the first day of October, no person or persons shall, under the +penalty of fifty dollars, to be recovered and appropriated as is +directed by the act to which this is a supplement, be permitted to +store, or keep in any one house, store, cellar or other inclosure, a +greater quantity than one hundred bushels of vegetables which are in +themselves of a perishable nature, without a permit from the Board of +Health, which permit shall be granted for a limited time therein +expressed, and may be renewed from time to time by the Board of Health. + + JOHN GILMORE, + _Speaker of the House of Representatives_. + + PHILIP S. MARKLEY, + _Speaker of the Senate_. + + APPROVED, April 2d, 1821. + JOSEPH HIESTER. + + + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + + 1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical + errors. + 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. + 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52559.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52559.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f53a469e17d4cad79bbb7dd6cf0edd442e553895 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52559.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1481 @@ + + +THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY + + +By E.W. Hornung + + +E. P. Dutton & Company + + +1917 + + + + +THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY + + +[Ill 0001] + + +[Ill 0007] + + +[Ill 9011] +IS is the story of + +````Ensign Joy + +````And the obsolete + +`````rank withal + +````That I love for each gentle English + +`````boy + +````Who jumped to his country's + +`````call. + +````By their fire and fun, and the + +`````deeds they've done, + +````I would gazette them Second to + +`````none + +````Who faces a gun in Gaul!) + + + +|IT is also the story of Ermyntrude + +````A less appropriate name + +````For the dearest prig and the + +`````prettiest prude! + +````But under it, all the same, + +````The usual consanguineous squad + +````Had made her an honest child + +`````of God-- + +````And left her to play the game. + + + +|IT was just when the grind of + +`````the Special Reserves, + +````Employed upon Coast Defence, + +````Was getting on every Ensign's + +`````nerves-- + +````Sick-keen to be drafted + +`````hence-- + +````That they met and played tennis + +`````and danced and sang, + +````The lad with the laugh and the + +`````schoolboy slang, + +````The girl with the eyes intense. + + + +|YET it wasn't for him that she + +`````languished and sighed, + +````But for all of our dear deemed + +`````youth; + +````And it wasn't for her, but her + +`````sex, that he cried, + +````If he could but have probed + +`````the truth ! + +````Did she? She would none of his + +`````hot young heart; + +````As khaki escort he's tall and + +`````smart, + +````As lover a shade uncouth. + + + +|HE went with his draft. She + +`````returned to her craft. + +````He wrote in his merry vein: + +````She read him aloud, and the + +````Studio laughed! + +````Ermyntrude bore the strain. + +````He was full of gay bloodshed and + +````Old Man Fritz: + +````His flippancy sent her friends + +`````into fits. + +````Ermyntrude frowned with + +`````pain. + + + +|HIS tales of the Sergeant who + +`````swore so hard + +````Left Ermyntrude cold and + +`````prim; + +````The tactless truth of the picture + +`````jarred, + +````And some of his jokes were + +`````grim. + +````Yet, let him but skate upon + +`````tender ice, + +````And he had to write to her twice + +`````or thrice + +````Before she would answer him. + + + +|YET once she sent him a + +`````fairy's box, + +````And her pocket felt the brunt + +````Of tinned contraptions and + +`````books and socks-- + +````Which he hailed as "a sporting + +`````stunt!" + +````She slaved at his muffler none + +`````the less, + +````And still took pleasure in mur- + +`````muring, "Yes! + +````For a friend of mine at the + +````Front.") + + + +|ONE fine morning his name + +`````appears-- + +````Looking so pretty in print! + +````"Wounded!" she warbles in + +`````tragedy tears-- + +````And pictures the reddening + +`````lint, + +````The drawn damp face and the + +`````draggled hair . . . + +````But she found him blooming in + +````Grosvenor Square, + +````With a punctured shin in a + +`````splint. + + + +|IT wasn't a haunt of Ermyn- + +`````trude's, + +````That grandiose urban pile; + +````Like starlight in arctic altitudes + +````Was the stately Sister's smile. + +````It was just the reverse with + +````Ensign Joy-- + +````In his golden greeting no least + +`````alloy-- + +````In his shining eyes no guile! + + + +|HE showed her the bullet that + +`````did the trick-- + +````He showed her the trick, + +`````x-ray'd; + +````He showed her a table timed to + +`````a tick, + +````And a map that an airman + +`````made. + +````He spoke of a shell that caused grievous loss-- + +````But he never mentioned a certain + +`````cross + +````For his part in the escapade! + + + +|SHE saw it herself in a list next + +`````day, + +````And it brought her back to his + +`````bed, + +````With a number of beautiful + +`````things to say, + +````Which were mostly over his + +`````head. + +````Turned pink as his own pyjamas' + +`````stripe, + +````To her mind he ceased to em- + +`````body a type-- + +````Sank into her heart instead. + + + +|I WONDER that all of you + +`````didn't retire!" + +````"My blighters were not that + +`````kind." + +````"But it says _you_ 'advanced un- + +`````der murderous fire, + +````Machine-gun and shell com- + +`````bined--'" + +````"Oh, that's the regular War + +````Office wheeze!" + +````"'Advanced'--with that leg!-- + +`````'on his hands and knees'!" + +````"I couldn't leave it behind." + + + +|HE was soon trick-driving an + +`````invalid chair, + +`````and dancing about on a crutch; + +````The _haute noblesse_ of Grosvenor + +````Square + +````Felt bound to oblige as such; + +````They sent him for many a motor- + +`````whirl-- + +````With the wistful, willowy wisp of + +`````a girl + +````Who never again lost touch. + + + +|THEIR people were most of + +`````them dead and gone. + +````They had only themselves to + +````His pay was enough to marry + +`````upon, + +````As every Ensign sees. + +````They would muddle along (as + +`````in fact they did) + +````With vast supplies of the _tertium + +`````quid_ + +````You bracket with bread-and- + +`````cheese. + +`````please. + + + +|THEY gave him some leave + +`````after Grosvenor Square-- + +````And bang went a month on + +`````banns; + +````For Ermyntrude had a natural + +`````_flair_ + +````For the least unusual plans. + +````Her heaviest uncle came down + +`````well, + +````And entertained, at a fair hotel, + +````The dregs of the coupled clans. + + + +|A CERTAIN number of + +`````cheques accrued + +````To keep the wolf from the + +`````door: + +````The economical Ermyntrude + +````Had charge of the dwindling + +`````store, + +````When a Board reported her + +`````bridegroom fit + +````As--some expression she didn't + +`````permit . . . + +````And he left for the Front once + +`````more. + + + +|HIS crowd had been climbing + +`````the jaws of hell: + +````He found them in death's dog- + +`````teeth, + +````With little to show but a good + +`````deal to tell + +````In their fissure of smoking + +`````heath. + +````There were changes--of course + +`````--but the change in him + +````Was the ribbon that showed on + +`````his tunic trim + +````And the tumult hidden be- + +`````neath! + + + +|FOR all he had suffered and + +`````seen before + +````Seemed nought to a husband's + +`````care; + +````And the Chinese puzzle of mod- + +`````ern war + +````For subtlety couldn't compare + +````With the delicate springs of the + +`````complex life + +````To be led with a highly sensitised + +`````wife + +````In a slightly rarefied air! + + + +|YET it's good to be back with + +`````the old platoon-- + +````"A man in a world of men"! + +````Each cheery dog is a henchman + +`````boon-- + +````Especially Sergeant Wren! + +````Ermyntrude couldn't endure his + +`````name-- + +````Considered bad language no lien + +`````on fame, + +````Yet it's good to--hear it + +`````again! + + + +|BETTER to feel the Ser- + +`````geant's grip, + +````Though your fingers ache to + +`````the bone! + +````Better to take the Sergeant's tip + +````Than to make up your mind + +`````alone. + +````They can do things together, can + +````Wren and Joy-- + +````The bristly bear and the beard- + +`````less boy-- + +````That neither could do on his + +`````own. + + + +|BUT there's never a word + +`````about Old Man Wren + +````In the screeds he scribbles + +`````to-day-- + +````Though he praises his N.C.O.'s + +`````and men + +````In rather a pointed way. + +````And he rubs it in (with a knitted + +`````brow) + +````That the war's as good as a pic- + +`````nic now, + +````And better than any play! + + + +|HIS booby-hutch is "as safe + +`````as the Throne," + +````And he fares "like the C.-in- + +````Chief," + +````But has purchased "a top-hole + +`````gramophone + +````By way of comic relief." + +````(And he sighs as he hears the + +`````men applaud, + +````While the Woodbine spices are + +`````wafted abroad + +````With the odour of bully-beef.) + + + +|HE may touch on the latest + +`````type of bomb, + +````But Ermyntrude needn't + +`````blench, + +````For he never says where you hurl + +`````it from, + +````And it might be from your + +`````trench. + +````He never might lead a stealthy + +`````band, + +````Or toe the horrors of No Man's + +````Land, + +````Or swim at the sickly stench. . . . + + + +|HER letters came up by + +`````ration-cart + +````As the men stood-to before + +`````dawn: + +````He followed the chart of her + +`````soaring heart + +````With face transfigured yet + +`````drawn: + +````It filled him with pride, touched + +`````with chivalrous shame. + +````But--it spoilt the war, as a first- + +`````class game, + +````For this particular pawn. + + + +|THE Sergeant sees it, and + +`````damns the cause + +````In a truly terrible flow; + +````But turns and trounces, without + +`````a pause, + +````A junior N. C. O. + +````For the crime of agreeing that + +````Ensign Joy + +````Isn't altogether the officer boy + +````That he was four months ago! + + + +|AT length he's dumfounded + +`````(the month being May) + +````By a sample of Ermyntrude's + +`````fun! + +````"You will kindly get leave _over + +````Christmas Day_, + +````Or make haste and finish the + +````But Christmas means presents, + +`````she bids him beware: + +````"So what do you say to a son and + +`````heir? + +````I'm thinking of giving you + +````Hun!" + + + +|WHAT, indeed, does the + +````Ensign say? + +````What does he sit and write? + +````What do his heart-strings drone all day? + +````What do they throb all night? + +````What does he add to his piteous + +`````prayers?-- + +````"Not for my own sake, Lord, but + +`````--_theirs_, + +````See me safe through ..." + + + +|THEY talk--and he writhes + +`````--"of our spirit out here, + +````Our valour and all the rest! + +````There's my poor, lonely, delicate + +`````dear, + +````As brave as the very best! + +````We stand or fall in a cheery + +`````crowd, + +````And yet how often we grouse + +`````aloud! + +````She faces _that_ with a jest!" + + + +|HE has had no sleep for a day + +`````and a night; + +````He has written her half a + +`````ream; + +````He has Iain him down to wait for + +`````the light, + +````And at last come sleep--and a + +`````dream. + +````He's hopping on sticks up the + +`````studio stair: + +````A telegraph-boy is waiting there, + +````And--that is his darling's + +`````scream! + + + +|HE picks her up in a tender + +`````storm-- + +````But how does it come to pass + +````That he cannot see his reflected + +`````form + +````With hers in the studio glass? + +````"What's wrong with that mir- + +`````ror?"' he cries. + +````But only the Sergeant's voice + +`````replies: + +````"Wake up, Sir! The Gas-- + +`````the Gas!" + + + +|IS it a part of the dream of + +`````dread? + +````What are the men about? + +````Each one sticking a haunted + +`````head + +````Into a spectral clout! + +````Funny, the dearth of gibe and + +`````joke, + +````When each one looks like a pig + +`````in a poke, + +````Not omitting the snout! + + + +|THERE'S your mask, Sir! No + +`````time to lose!" + +````Ugh, what a gallows shape! + +````Partly white cap, and partly + +`````noose! + +````Somebody ties the tape. + +````Goggles of sorts, it seems, inset: + +````Cock them over the parapet, + +````Study the battlescape. + + + +|ENSIGN JOY'S in the second + +`````line-- + +````And more than a bit cut off; + +````A furlong or so down a green + +`````incline + +````The fire-trench curls in the + +`````trough. + +````Joy cannot see it--it's in the bed + +````Of a river of poison that brims + +`````instead. + +````He can only hear--a cough! + + + +|NOTHING to do for the + +````Companies there-- + +````Nothing but waiting now, + +````While the Gas rolls up on the + +`````balmy air, + +````And a small bird cheeps on a + +`````bough. + +````All of a sudden the sky seems full + +````Of trusses of lighted cotton-wool + +````And the enemy's big bow- + +`````wow! + + + +|THE firmament cracks with + +`````his airy mines, + +````And an interlacing hail + +````Threshes the clover between our + +`````lines, + +````As a vile invisible flail. + +````And the trench has become a + +`````mighty vice + +````That holds us, in skins of molten + +`````ice, + +````For the vapors that fringe the + +`````veil. + + + +|IT'S coming--in billowy swirls + +`````--as smoke + +````From the roof a world on fire. + +````It--comes! And a lad with a + +`````heart of oak + +````Knows only that heart's de- + +`````sire! + +````His masked lips whimper but one + +`````dear name-- + +````And so is he lost to inward shame + +````That he thrills at the word: + +````"_Re-tire!_" + + + +|WHOSE is the order, thrice + +`````renewed? + +````Ensign Joy cannot tell : + +````Only, that way lies Ermyntrude, + +````And the other way this hell! + +````Three men leap from the pois- + +`````oned fosse, + +````Three men plunge from the para- + +`````dos, + +````And--their--officer--as well! + + + +|NOW, as he flies at their fly- + +`````ing heels, + +````He awakes to his deep dis- + +`````grace, + +````But the yawning pit of his shame + +`````reveals + +````A way of saving his face: + +````He twirls his stick to a shep- + +`````herd's crook, + +````To trip and bring one of them + +`````back to book, + +````As though he'd been giving + +`````chase! + + + +|HE got back gasping-- + +````"They'd too much start!" + +````"I'd've shot 'em instead!" + +`````said Wren. + +````"That was your job, Sir, if you'd + +`````the 'eart-- + +````But it wouldn't 've been you, + +`````then. + +````I pray my Lord I may live to see + +````A firing-party in front o' them + +`````three!" + +````(That's what he said to the + +`````men.) + + + +|NOW, Joy and Wren, of + +`````Company B, + +````Are a favourite firm of mine; + +````And the way they reinforced A, + +````C, and D + +````Was, perhaps, not unduly fine; + +````But it meant a good deal both to + +````Wren and Joy-- + +````That grim, gaunt man, but that + +`````desperate boy!-- + +````And it didn't weaken the Line. + + + +|NOT a bad effort of yours, + +`````my lad," + +````The Major deigned to declare. + +````"My Sergeant's plan, Sir"-- + +````"And that's not bad-- + +````But you've lost that ribbon + +`````you wear?" + +````"It--must have been eaten away + +`````by the Gas!" + +````"Well--ribbons are ribbons-- + +`````but don't be an ass! + +````It's better to do than dare." + + + +|DARE! He has dared to de- + +`````sert his post-- + +````But he daren't acknowledge + +`````his sin! + +````He has dared to face Wren with + +`````a lying boast-- + +````But Wren is not taken in. + +````None sings his praises so long + +`````and loud-- + +````With look so loving and loyal + +`````and proud! + +````But the boy sees under his + +`````skin. + + + +|DAILY and gaily he wrote to + +`````his wife, + +````Who had dropped the beati- + +`````fied droll + +````And was writing to him on the + +````Meaning of Life + +````And the Bonds between Body + +`````and Soul. + +````Her courage was high--though + +`````she mentioned its height; + +````She was putting upon her the + +````Armour of Light-- + +````Including her aureole! + + + +|BUT never a helm had the lad + +`````we know, + +````As he went on his nightly raids + +````With a brace of his Blighters, an + +````N. G O. + +````And a bagful of hand-grenades + +````And the way he rattled and + +`````harried the Hun-- + +````The deeds he did dare, and the + +`````risks he would run-- + +````Were the gossip of the Bri- + +`````gades. + + + +|HOW he'd stand stockstill as + +`````the trunk of a tree, + +````With his face tucked down + +`````out of sight, + +````When a flare went up and the + +`````other three + +````Fell prone in the frightening + +`````light. + +````How the German sandbags, that + +`````made them quake, + +````Were the only cover he cared to + +`````take, + +````But he'd eavesdrop there all + +`````night. + + + +|MACHINE-GUNS, tapping + +`````a phrase in Morse, + +````Grew hot on a random quest, + +````And swarms of bullets buzzed + +`````down the course + +````Like wasps from a trampled + +`````nest. + +````Yet, that last night! + +````They had just set off + +````When he pitched on his face with + +`````a smothered cough, + +````And a row of holes in his chest. + + + +|HE left a letter. It saved + +`````the lives + +````Of the three who ran from the + +````Gas; + +````A small enclosure alone survives, + +````In Middlesex, under glass: + +````Only the ribbon that left his + +`````breast + +````On the day he turned and ran + +`````with the rest, + +````And lied with a lip of brass! + + + +|BUT the letters they wrote + +`````about the boy, + +````From the Brigadier to the + +`````men! + +````They would never forget dear + +````Mr. Joy, + +````Not look on his like again. + +````Ermyntrude read them with dry, + +`````proud eye. + +````There was only one letter that + +`````made her cry. + +````It was from Sergeant Wren: + + + +|THERE never was such a fear- + +`````less man, + +````Or one so beloved as he. + +````He was always up to some daring + +`````plan, + +````Or some treat for his men and + +`````me. + +````There wasn't his match when he + +`````went away; + +````But since he got back, there has + +`````not been a day + +````But what he has earned a + +````V. C + + + +|A CYNICAL story? That's + +`````not my view. + +````The years since he fell are + +`````twain. + +````What were his chances of coming + +`````through? + +````Which of his friends remain? + +````But Ermyntrude's training a + +`````splendid boy + +````Twenty years younger than En- + +`````sign Joy. + +````On balance, a British gain! + + + +|AND Ermyntrude, did she + +`````lose her all + +````Or find it, two years ago? + +````O young girl-wives of the boys + +`````who fall, + +````With your youth and your + +`````babes to show! + +````No heart but bleeds for your + +`````widowhood. + +````Yet Life is with you, and Life is + +`````good. + +````No bone of _your_ bone lies low! + + + +|YOUR blessedness came--as + +`````it went--in a day. + +````Deep dread but heightened + +`````your mirth. + +````Your idols' feet never turned to + +`````clay-- + +````Never lit upon common earth. + +````Love is the Game but is _not_ the + +````Goal: + +````You played it together, body and + +`````soul, + +````And you had your Candle's + +`````worth. + + + +|YES! though the Candle light + +`````a Shrine, + +````And heart cannot count the + +`````cost, + +````You are Winners yet in its tender + +`````shine! + +````Would _they_ choose to have + +`````lived and lost? + +````There are chills, you see, for the + +`````finest hearts; + +````But, once it is only old Death + +`````that parts, + +````There can never come twinge + +`````of frost. + + + +|AND this be our comfort for + +````Every Boy + +````Cut down in his high heyday, + +````Or ever the Sweets of the Morn- + +`````ing cloy, + +````Or the Green Leaf wither + +`````away; + +````So a sunlit billow curls to a crest, + +````And shouts as it breaks at its + +`````loveliest, + +````In a glory of rainbow spray! + + + +|BE it also the making of + +````Ermyntrude, + +````And many a hundred more-- + +````Compact of foibles and forti- + +`````tude-- + +````Woo'd, won, and widow'd, in + +````War. + +````God, keep us gallant and unde- + +`````filed, + +````Worthy of Husband, Lover, or + +`````--Child... + +````Sweet as themselves at the + +`````core! + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Ballad of Ensign Joy, by E.W. Hornung + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52686.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52686.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6a01472eb4cb293dcf5c91e4f333db5a846f6cad --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52686.txt @@ -0,0 +1,475 @@ + + + A + + BOOK of BIRDS + + BY CARTON MOORE PARK + + [Illustration] + + + + + BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED + + 50 OLD BAILEY, LONDON, E. C. + AND GLASGOW AND DUBLIN + [Illustration] + + 1900 + + + + +The Flamingo + + +The Flamingo is most happy standing on one leg in a foot or two of +water. There he waits patiently for any fish that may come his way. +His colour may be pink or scarlet according to the part of the world in +which he is born; and when he is standing motionless on the look-out for +fish, his red body and long legs give him quite a military +appearance—like a soldier at attention. The Flamingo prefers a warm +climate, and by moving from place to place he manages to enjoy a +continual summer-time. + +[Illustration: The Flamingo] + + + + +The Vulture + + +The Vulture is a very useful bird, but he would not make a pleasant pet. +His home is in the sunny lands of the south, where he is always very +busy in tidying up for Dame Nature. When any poor animal is killed or +dies of old age the news seems to spread like magic, for although not a +single bird may be in sight, in the course of a few minutes Vultures +come flocking up from all sides. And they never leave their banquet +until they have eaten up everything but the bones. + +[Illustration: The Vulture] + + + + +The Magpie + + +The Magpie is not, as a rule, on good terms with his neighbours. He is +very noisy, very mischievous, and very quarrelsome, and is not above +stealing eggs from the nests of other birds. No doubt he clears the +fields of a great number of grubs and slugs, but he does so much damage +in the poultry-yard that he always goes the other way when he sees the +farmer coming. His nest is built very cunningly of sticks and clay, and +he surrounds it with sharp thorny twigs to keep out robbers like +himself. + +[Illustration: The Magpie] + + + + +The Penguin + + +The Penguin is a kind of humpty-dumpty bird. He is far too fat to +fly—the best he can do is to waddle. But his fat is very useful to +him, for it is a kind of greatcoat, and helps to keep him warm while +fishing in the bitterly cold waters around the South Pole. There is +only one time, in fact, when the Penguin becomes lean, and that is when +Mother and Father are bringing up their family. Then they seem to +forget all about themselves, and while the little Penguins grow sleek +and podgy, the poor old birds become so scraggy that their best friends +scarcely know them. + +[Illustration: The Penguin] + + + + +The Wren + + +When the nightingale, the swallow, and many other of our summer visitors +desert us, the little Wren remains through the long winter to cheer us +with her song. She is a tiny bird, but her song is very loud, and +sweet, and clear, and she may often be heard singing gaily even while +the snow is falling. In the springtime the Wren builds her nest in the +woods, choosing a place as near to the ground as possible, but later in +the year she leaves her snug home and takes up her quarters under the +eaves of houses, or as near as she can get to the dwellings of man. + +[Illustration: The Wren] + + + + +The Eagle + + +The Eagle has long been regarded as the King of Birds, just as the lion +is spoken of as the King of Beasts. There are some who say that he is +not worthy of this honour, but certainly few of his subjects would care +to fight him for the crown, for he has a remarkably strong beak, and his +feet are armed with the sharpest of claws. Soaring high up in the air, +he swoops down on his prey like a thunderbolt from the sky, and carries +it off to his nest on some rocky cliff or steep mountain side. Small +birds, rabbits, lambs, and fawns all help to fill the Eagle’s larder. + +[Illustration: The Eagle] + + + + +The White Heron + + +The White Heron lives upon what he can pick up on the borders of marshes +or the banks of rivers. He has a pretty large bill of fare, including +fish, frogs, rats, mice, and various kinds of snails, worms, and +insects. With his long legs he wades for some distance into the water, +and there he stands without a movement, waiting for the fish to come +within reach of his terrible beak. But at the same time he keeps a +watchful eye upon what is going on around him; for the Heron is very +shy, and if you go to call upon him, you will probably find that he is +not at home. + +[Illustration: The White Heron] + + + + +The Turkey + + +Although his gobble-gobble is now to be heard in every farmyard, it is +only a few hundred years since the Turkey first came to this country. +He did not come from Turkey, as people at one time thought, but from the +Continent of North America, where he is still to be found in his wild +state. Mr. and Mrs. Turkey are not always on good terms, for when +Mrs. Turkey lays an egg she has to hide it away to prevent her husband +from destroying it. In fact, he is a tyrant, and is not afraid of +anybody, except Father Christmas. + +[Illustration: The Turkey] + + + + +The Bird of Paradise + + +The Bird of Paradise is the most gorgeous of living creatures. From the +crest of his head to the last feather in his magnificent tail he is a +blaze of brilliant colour. And very proud he is of his good looks—so +much so that a number of these beautiful birds will assemble together +merely in order to show themselves off to one another. In New Guinea, +where the Bird of Paradise lives, the natives call these gatherings +dancing parties; but the poor hen bird, who is not at all good-looking, +is not invited. + +[Illustration: The Bird of Paradise] + + + + +The Barn-door Fowl + + +The Barn-door Fowl does not often live to a great age, but her life, +although short, is a very merry one. She is provided with a comfortable +home, in which she can cackle to her heart’s content, without fear of +being snapped up by her enemy the fox; and every day she receives an +ample supply of corn, to say nothing of worms, cabbage-stumps, cold +potatoes, and other luxuries. In return for all this she is only asked +to lay a fair number of eggs for our breakfast. If she will not do +this, of course the consequences are serious. + +[Illustration: The Barn-door Fowl] + + + + +The Adjutant + + +The Adjutant bird owes his name to his very dignified walk, which is +believed to be almost as important as that of a real adjutant on parade. +He is nearly as tall, too, as a British soldier, helmet and all, and has +an even better appetite, for he can swallow a fowl or rabbit, or even a +small leg of mutton, at a single mouthful. The Adjutant lives in India, +where he helps the jackal and the crow to eat up what no other bird or +beast will touch. When he is about, it is best to keep the larder door +locked. + +[Illustration: The Adjutant] + + + + +The Raven + + +The Raven is as black as a chimney-sweep, and very wicked besides. +There is nothing small or weak that he will not attack; but he is +particularly fond of ducklings, chickens, and young lambs. He is so +knowing, too, that in olden times he was supposed to be able to foretell +the future. In those days priests were specially appointed to study his +croakings and tell the people what was going to happen; but this was +before there were any newspapers. + +[Illustration: The Raven] + + + + +The Robin Redbreast + + +When snow is on the ground, and King Frost holds the woods and fields in +his icy grip, the little Robin Redbreast taps at our window for his +breakfast of crumbs. If we are very quiet and gentle, and are careful +to shut up the cat, he will even hop into the room and help himself to +the good things on the table. For of all the little birds that make the +woods glad with their song, there is none so fearless as this tiny +warbler with the red breast, the bold black eye, and pretty winning +ways. + +[Illustration: The Robin Redbreast] + + + + +The Condor + + +The Condor is seen at his best far up in the mountains of South America, +where he builds his nest on a crag a hundred times as high as a church +steeple. Although he is one of the largest birds of prey, he is usually +content to wait until the puma has finished a meal, when he sails down +and eats up what remains. But sometimes he kills a lamb or a goat on +his own account, and when he finds a meal to his liking he will gorge +himself until he is unable to fly. Then he is often caught and pays the +penalty of his greediness. + +[Illustration: The Condor] + + + + +The Goose + + +The ordinary farmyard Goose has only one business in life, and that is +to grow fat. The farmer does not teach her any other accomplishment, so +it is scarcely surprising that she is rather stupid. That the Goose can +be clever if she has the chance we see from the behaviour of her untamed +sisters, who are among the wariest and most intelligent of birds. They +live in huge flocks, and when they settle down to feed there is always a +sentry Goose on guard to warn them of the approach of danger. + +[Illustration: The Goose] + + + + +The Cassowary + + +The Cassowary may be said to be only half a bird, for though he has +wings he is quite unable to fly. But with his long legs he can run +along the ground at an amazing speed, and it must be a swift horse +indeed that can overtake him. His home is in the beautiful islands of +the South Seas, where he finds a plentiful supply of fruit. But he is +also fond of the eggs of other birds, and to assist his digestion he +will swallow any scraps of old iron or broken bottles that may be lying +about. + +[Illustration: The Cassowary] + + + + +The Pelican + + +The Pelican is a fisherman by trade, and his fishing basket is a part of +himself. Just under his bill is a large pouch in which he stores up all +the fish he catches until it is time for dinner. When mamma goes home +to the little Pelicans, she opens her beak and allows them to help +themselves out of this basket. Let us hope that she has had her own +dinner first, for they are greedy little rascals. + +[Illustration: The Pelican] + + + + +The Pigeon + + +The Pigeon is one of the gentlest and most trustful of pets. Few birds +can compare with him in swiftness of flight, but although he may +sometimes lose himself, it never occurs to the tame Pigeon to fly away +from his dove-cote, and seek his fortune in the wide world. Like the +house cat, he thinks there is no place like home. The Carrier, one of +the swiftest of the Pigeon family, will find his way home over hundreds +of miles, travelling faster than many an express train. In fact, the +Carrier Pigeon is often used to carry messages from one distant place to +another. + +[Illustration: The Pigeon] + + + + +The Guinea Fowl + + +The Guinea Fowl has been so long among us that we no longer look upon +him as a stranger. He was brought a long time ago from Africa, where +his relations may still be found, assembling in huge flocks in damp, +marshy places that furnish a good supply of worms and insects. Whether +he be tame or wild, the most remarkable thing about the Guinea Fowl is +his voice. When he is frightened or angry he gives forth a screech like +an old barn-door creaking on rusty hinges, and he does not leave off +until he and everybody else are quite tired. + +[Illustration: The Guinea Fowl] + + + + +The Jackdaw + + +The Jackdaw is a cousin of the Rook, and, like him, lives in flocks. He +makes his home high up in church steeples and old, ruined towers, where +he spends a great part of the day chattering and quarrelling. He +quickly makes friends with sheep, and may often be seen in the fields +plucking wool from their backs to line his nest with. He is easily +tamed if he is caught when just learning to fly, and, as he may be +taught to speak, he makes a very interesting pet. + +[Illustration: The Jackdaw] + + + + +The Duck + + +The tame Duck, although now in humble circumstances, comes of a most +respectable family. She is first cousin to the wild duck, who is much +sought after at certain seasons, and among her more distant relations +are the lordly swan and the graceful flamingo. As a swimmer and diver +the tame Duck has very few equals among feathered folk. Even as a +duckling she does not require a single swimming-lesson, but at the first +sight of water plunges boldly in and begins hunting for worms and other +delicacies. + +[Illustration: The Duck] + + + + +The Peacock + + +On his head the Peacock carries a crest of twenty-four beautiful +feathers, and behind him a train more gorgeous than that of any +princess. When he is pleased he lifts up his train and spreads it out +like a fan—a fan of such beautiful colours and so delightful a pattern +that it could not be made for a king’s ransom. In the moulting season +these feathers drop off, and then the Peacock is so much ashamed of +himself that he hides away until they grow again. His wife is not so +richly dressed; indeed, the poor thing is quite a dowdy person. + +[Illustration: The Peacock] + + + + +The Seagull + + +When circling between sea and sky, or skimming lightly over the crests +of the waves, the Seagull is a picture of beauty and grace. But all the +while he has a keen eye to business; and a sudden dive, a splash, and +the gleam of silvery scales tell us that another little fish will swim +no more in the deep blue sea. Like Jack Tar, the Seagull gets his +living on the ocean; but when fish are scarce, or the weather at sea is +more than usually cold, he makes his way inland, and is content with +worms and slugs and almost anything else that is eatable. + +[Illustration: The Seagull] + + + + +The Parrot + + +Until he is caught, put in a cage, and taught to say “Pretty Polly”, the +Parrot leads a very pleasant life. His home is usually in the very hot +regions of the earth, where he makes a pretty picture with his bright +plumage, flitting about in the dense forests with scores and hundreds of +his friends. He lives upon fruit and honey, and when he is not feeding +he is chattering and screeching. Even if his neighbour is pounced upon +by a tree-snake or a four-footed enemy his grief and alarm only last for +a few minutes. One parrot is never missed among so many. + +[Illustration: The Parrot] + + + + +The Rook + + +The Rook is a busy, chattering, cheerful soul, who loves plenty of noise +and bustle, and is never content with his own company. In order to have +his friends and relations around him, he builds his nest in a kind of +bird-village, or rookery as it is called, high up in a clump of tall +trees. The rookery is governed by strict laws, and one of the strictest +is that strangers are not admitted on any account. If any rash +new-comer ventures to begin nest-building, the old inhabitants set upon +him with beak and claw, drive him out of the rookery, and tear his house +to pieces. + +[Illustration: The Rook] + + + + +The Owl + + +Nobody could be half so wise as the Owl looks; but there is no reason to +suppose that he has more brains than the rest of us. By day he keeps +himself to himself, for the sun is bad for his eyes; but at dusk he +comes out from his hole in the belfry tower or ivy-covered wall, and +flits about the fields on the look-out for his supper. When they hear +his grim “Hoot-toot!” the rat, and the mole, and the little field-mouse +had better hurry home to their nests. + +[Illustration: The Owl] + + + + +[Illustration: TWENTY-SIX BIRDS] + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52695.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52695.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bfa55d057ebcf739df67484a8ce45f2cbc204523 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52695.txt @@ -0,0 +1,451 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines. + + + + + + FLOWERS OF PARNASSUS—IV. + + + + *THE BLESSED DAMOZEL* + + + +[Illustration: "The blessed Damozel leaned out."] + + + + + *THE BLESSED DAMOZEL + BY DANTE GABRIEL + ROSSETTI. WITH + ILLUSTRATIONS BY PERCY + BULCOCK* + + + + JOHN LANE: PUBLISHER + LONDON AND NEW YORK + 1901 + + + + + Wm. Clowes & Sons, Limited, Printers, London. + + + + + *ILLUSTRATIONS.* + + +"The blessed Damozel leaned out" . . . Frontispiece + +Heading + +"Surely she leaned o’er me" + +"’We two will stand beside that shrine’" + +"’And I myself will teach to him’" + +"’Herself shall bring us, hand in hand’" + +"And laid her face between her hands" + +Tailpiece + + + + + [Illustration: Heading] + + + I. + + The blessed Damozel leaned out + From the gold bar of Heaven: + Her blue-grey eyes were deeper much + Than a deep water, even. + She had three lilies in her hand, + And the stars in her hair were seven. + + + II. + + Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, + No wrought flowers did adorn, + But a white rose of Mary’s gift + On the neck meetly worn; + And her hair, lying down her back, + Was yellow like ripe corn. + + + III. + + Herseemed she scarce had been a day + One of God’s choristers; + The wonder was not yet quite gone + From that still look of hers; + Albeit to them she left, her day + Had counted as ten years. + + + IV. + + (To _one_ it is ten years of years + . . . Yet now, here in this place, + Surely she leaned o’er me,—her hair + Fell all about my face . . . + Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves. + The whole year sets apace.) + + + +[Illustration: "Surely she leaned o’er me."] + + + + V. + + It was the terrace of God’s house + That she was standing on,— + By God built over the sheer depth + In which Space is begun; + So high, that looking downward thence, + She could scarce see the sun. + + + VI. + + It lies from Heaven across the flood + Of ether, as a bridge. + Beneath, the tides of day and night + With flame and blackness ridge + The void, as low as where this earth + Spins like a fretful midge. + + + VII. + + But in those tracts, with her, it was + The peace of utter light + And silence. For no breeze may stir + Along the steady flight + Of seraphim; no echo there, + Beyond all depth or height. + + + VIII. + + Heard hardly, some of her new friends, + Playing at holy games, + Spake, gentle-mouthed, among themselves, + Their virginal chaste names; + And the souls, mounting up to God, + Went by her like thin flames. + + + IX. + + And still she bowed herself, and stooped + Into the vast waste calm; + Till her bosom’s pressure must have made + The bar she leaned on warm, + And the lilies lay as if asleep + Along her bended arm. + + + X. + + From the fixt lull of heaven, she saw + Time, like a pulse, shake fierce + Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove, + In that steep gulph, to pierce + The swarm: and then she spake, as when + The stars sang in their spheres. + + + XI. + + "I wish that he were come to me, + For he will come," she said. + "Have I not prayed in solemn heaven? + On earth, has he not prayed? + Are not two prayers a perfect strength? + And shall I feel afraid? + + + XII. + + "When round his head the aureole clings, + And he is clothed in white, + I’ll take his hand, and go with him + To the deep wells of light, + And we will step down as to a stream + And bathe there in God’s sight. + + + +[Illustration: "’We two will stand beside that shrine.’"] + + + + XIII. + + "We two will stand beside that shrine, + Occult, withheld, untrod, + Whose lamps tremble continually + With prayer sent up to God; + And where each need, revealed, expects + Its patient period. + + + XIV. + + "We two will lie i’ the shadow of + That living mystic tree, + Within whose secret growth the Dove + Sometimes is felt to be, + While every leaf that His plumes touch + Saith His name audibly. + + + XV. + + "And I myself will teach to him— + I myself, lying so— + The songs I sing here; which his mouth + Shall pause in, hushed and slow, + Finding some knowledge at each pause + And some new thing to know." + + + XVI. + + (Alas! to _her_ wise simple mind + These things were all but known + Before: they trembled on her sense,— + Her voice had caught their tone. + Alas for lonely Heaven! Alas + For life wrung out alone! + + + +[Illustration: "’And I myself will teach to him.’"] + + + + XVII. + + Alas, and though the end were reached? + Was _thy_ part understood + Or borne in trust? And for her sake + Shall this too be found good?— + May the close lips that knew not prayer + Praise ever, though they would?) + + + XVIII. + + "We two," she said, "will seek the groves + Where the lady Mary is, + With her five handmaidens, whose names + Are five sweet symphonies:— + Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, + Margaret, and Rosalys. + + + XIX. + + "Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks + And bosoms coveréd; + Into the fine cloths, white like flame, + Weaving the golden thread, + To fashion the birth-robes for them + Who are just born, being dead. + + + XX. + + He shall fear haply, and be dumb. + Then will I lay my cheek + To his, and tell about our love, + Not once abashed or weak: + And the dear Mother will approve + My pride, and let me speak. + + + +[Illustration: "’Herself shall bring us, hand in hand.’"] + + + + XXI. + + ’Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, + To Him round whom all souls + Kneel—the unnumber’d solemn heads + Bowed with their aureoles: + And Angels, meeting us, shall sing + To their citherns and citoles. + + + XXII. + + "There will I ask of Christ the Lord + Thus much for him and me:— + To have more blessing than on earth + In nowise; but to be + As then we were,—being as then + At peace. Yea, verily. + + + XXIII. + + "Yea, verily; when he is come + We will do thus and thus: + Till this my vigil seem quite strange + And almost fabulous; + We two will live at once, one life; + And peace will be with us." + + + XXIV. + + She gazed, and listened, and then said, + Less sad of speech than mild; + "All this is when he comes." She ceased; + The light thrilled past her, filled + With Angels, in strong level lapse. + Her eyes prayed, and she smiled. + + + +[Illustration: "And laid her face between her hands."] + + + + XXV. + + (I saw her smile.) But soon their flight + Was vague ’mid the poised spheres. + And then she cast her arms along + The golden barriers, + And laid her face between her hands, + And wept (I heard her tears). + + + +[Illustration: THE END] + + + + * * * * * * * * + + + + + *The Lover’s Library* + + + *Edited by Frederic Chapman* + + Size, 5¼ X 3 inches + + Price 1/6 net Bound in Cloth Price 50 cents net + Price 2/- net Bound in Leather Price 75 cents net + + +Vol. I. THE LOVE POEMS OF SHELLEY +Vol. II. THE LOVE POEMS OF BROWNING +Vol. III. THE SILENCE OF LOVE + + +By Edmond Holmes + +Vol. IV. THE CUPID AND PSYCHE of Apuleius in English. +Vol. V. THE LOVE POEMS OF TENNYSON +Vol. VI. 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DE LA FONTAINE + + + + Volume 2. + + Contents: + The Cudgelled and Contented Cuckold + The Husband Confessor + The Cobbler + The Peasant and His Angry Lord + + + + THE CUDGELLED AND + CONTENTED CUCKOLD + + + SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, + A younger brother homeward bent his way, + Not much improved, as frequently the case + With those who travel to that famous place. + Upon the road oft finding, where he stayed, + Delightful wines, and handsome belle or maid, + With careless ease he loitered up and down.-- + One day there passed him in a country town, + Attended by a page, a lady fair, + Whose charming form and all-engaging air, + At once his bosom fired with fond desire; + And nearer still, her beauties to admire. + He most gallantly saw her safely home; + Attentions charm the sex where'er we roam. + + OUR thoughtless rambler pleasures always sought: + From Rome this spark had num'rous pardons brought; + But,--as to virtues (this too oft we find), + He'd left them,--with his HOLINESS behind! + + THE lady was, by ev'ry one, confessed, + Of beauty, youth, and elegance possessed; + She wanted naught to form her bliss below, + But one whose love would ever fondly flow. + + INDEED so fickle proved this giddy youth, + That nothing long would please his heart or tooth; + Howe'er he earnestly inquired her name, + And ev'ry other circumstance the same. + She's lady, they replied, to great 'squire Good, + Who's almost bald from age 'tis understood; + But as he's rich, and high in rank appears, + Why that's a recompense you know for years. + + THESE facts our young gallant no sooner gained, + But ardent hopes at once he entertained; + To wily plots his mind he quickly bent, + And to a neighb'ring town his servants sent; + Then, at the house where dwelled our noble 'squire, + His humble services proposed for hire. + + PRETENDING ev'ry sort of work he knew, + He soon a fav'rite with old Square-toes grew, + Who (first advising with his charming mate), + Chief falc'ner made him o'er his fine estate. + + THE new domestick much the lady pleased; + He watched and eagerly the moment seized, + His ardent passion boldly to declare, + In which he showed a novice had no share. + + 'TWAS managed well, for nothing but the chase, + Could Square-toes tempt to quit her fond embrace, + And then our falc'ner must his steps attend:-- + The very time he wished at home to spend. + The lady similar emotions showed; + For opportunity their bosoms glowed; + And who will feel in argument so bold, + When this I say, the contrary to hold? + At length with pity Cupid saw the case, + And kindly lent his aid to their embrace. + + ONE night the lady said, with eager eyes, + My dear, among our servants, which d'ye prize, + For moral conduct most and upright heart? + To this her spouse replied, the faithful part + Is with the falc'ner found, I must decide: + To him my life I'd readily confide. + + THEN you are wrong, said she,--most truly so, + For he's a good-for-nothing wretch I know; + You'll scarcely credit it, but t'other day, + He had the barefaced impudence to say, + He loved me much, and then his passion pressed: + I'd nearly fallen, I was so distressed. + To tear his eyes out, I designed at first, + And e'en to choke this wretch, of knaves the worst; + By prudence solely was I then restrained, + For fear the world should think his point was gained. + + THE better then to prove his dark intent, + I feigned an inclination to consent, + And in the garden, promised as to-night, + I'd near the pear-tree meet this roguish wight. + Said I, my husband never moves from hence; + No jealous fancy, but to show the sense + He entertains of my pure, virtuous life, + And fond affection for a loving wife. + Thus circumstanced, your wishes see are vain, + Unless when he's asleep a march I gain, + And softly stealing from his torpid side, + With trembling steps I, to my lover, glide. + So things remain, my dear; an odd affair:-- + On this Square-toes 'gan to curse and swear; + But his fond rib most earnestly besought, + His rage to stifle, as she clearly thought, + He might in person, if he'd take the pain, + Secure the rascal and redress obtain + You know, said she, the tree is near the door, + Upon the left and bears of fruit great store; + But if I may my sentiments express, + In cap and petticoats you'd best to dress; + His insolence is great, and you'll be right, + To give your strokes with double force to night; + Well work his back; flat lay him on the ground:-- + A rascal! honourable ladies round, + No doubt he many times has served the same; + 'Tis such impostors characters defame. + To rouse his wrath the story quite sufficed; + The spouse resolved to do as she advised. + Howe'er to dupe him was an easy lot; + The hour arrived, his dress he soon had got, + Away he ran with anxious fond delight. + In hopes the wily spark to trap that night. + But no one there our easy fool could see, + And while he waited near the fav'rite tree, + Half dead with cold, the falc'ner slyly stole, + To her who had so well contrived the whole; + Time, place, and disposition, all combined + The loving pair to mutual joys resigned. + When our expert gallant had with the dame, + An hour or more indulged his ardent flame, + Though forced at length to quit the loving lass, + 'Twas not without the favourite parting glass; + He then the garden sought, where long the 'squire, + Upon the knave had wished to vent his ire. + + NO sooner he the silly husband spied, + But feigning 'twas the wily wife he eyed, + At once he cried,--ah, vilest of the sex! + Are these thy tricks, so good a man to vex? + Oh shame upon thee! thus to treat his love, + As pure as snow, descending from above. + I could not think thou hadst so base a heart, + But clear it is, thou need'st a friendly part, + And that I'll act: I asked this rendezvous + With full intent to see if thou wert true; + And, God be praised, without a loose design, + To plunge in luxuries pronounced divine. + Protect me Heav'n! poor sinner that I'm here! + To guard thy honour I will persevere. + My worthy master could I thus disgrace? + Thou wanton baggage with unblushing face, + Thee on the spot I'll instantly chastise, + And then thy husband of the fact advise. + + THE fierce harangue o'er Square-toes pleasure spread, + Who, mutt'ring 'tween his teeth, with fervour said: + O gracious Lord! to thee my thanks are due-- + To have a wife so chaste--a man so true! + But presently he felt upon his back + The falc'ner's cudgel vigorously thwack, + Who soundly basted him as on he ran, + To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan. + + THE squire had wished his trusty man, no doubt, + Had not, at cudgelling, been quite so stout; + But since he showed himself so true a friend, + And with his actions could such prudence blend, + The master fully pardoned what he knew, + And quickly to his wife in bed he flew, + When he related every thing that passed + Were we, cried he, a hundred years to last, + My lovely dear, we ne'er on earth could find + A man so faithful, and so well inclined. + I'd have him take within our town a wife, + And you and I'll regard him during life. + In that, replied the lady, we agree, + And heartily thereto I pledged will be. + + + + + + + THE HUSBAND-CONFESSOR + + + WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, + In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, + And oft such daring valour showed in fight, + With ev'ry honour he was made a knight; + The monarch placed the spur upon his heel, + That all around his proper worth might feel. + Then household deities at home he sought, + Where--not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught: + He'd left her, truly, quite dissolv'd in tears; + But now the belle had bid adieu to fears; + And oft was dancing joyously around, + With all the company that could be found. + + GALLANTS in crowds Sir Arthur soon perceived; + At sight of these the knight was sorely grieved; + And, turning in his mind how best to act; + Cried he, Can this be truly held a fact, + That I've been worthy while I'd fame in view, + Of cuckoldom at home, and knighthood too? + It ought to be but half:--the truth let's know; + From constancy the purest blessings flow. + Then like a father-confessor he dressed, + And took his seat where priests their flock confessed. + His lady absolution sought that day, + And on her knees before him 'gan to pray; + The minor sins were told with downcast eyes, + And then for hearing those of larger size, + The husband-confessor prepared his ears:-- + Said she, Good father, ('mid a flood of tears), + My bed receives, (the fault I fear's not slight,) + A gentleman, a parson, and a knight. + Still more had followed, but, by rage o'ercome, + Sir Arthur cut the thread, and she was mum; + Though, doubtless, had the fair been let proceed, + Quite long her Litany had been decreed. + + THe husband, in a rage, exclaimed, thou jade, + A parson, say'st thou? t'whom dost think thou'st made + This curst confession?--To my spouse, cried she, + I saw you enter here, and came with glee, + Supposing you'd a trick to raise surprise; + Howe'er 'tis strange that one so very wise, + The riddle should not fully comprehend:-- + A KNIGHT, the king created you, my friend; + A GENTLEMAN, your rank was long ago; + A PARSON, you have made yourself you know. + Goon heav'ns! exclaimed the knight, 'tis very clear, + And I a blockhead surely must appear. + + + + + + + THE COBBLER + + + WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name; + A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame; + But as it happened, that their cash was spent, + The honest couple to a neighbour went, + A corn-factor by trade, not overwise + To whom they stated facts without disguise; + And begged, with falt'ring voice denoting care, + That he, of wheat, would half a measure spare, + Upon their note, which readily he gave, + And all advantages desired to wave. + + THE time for payment came; the money used; + The cash our factor would not be refused; + Of writs he talked, attorneys, and distress; + The reason:--heav'n can tell, and you may guess; + In short, 'twas clear our gay gallant desired, + To cheer the wife, whose beauty all admired. + + SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get, + You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet; + You surely know my meaning?--Yes, she cried; + I'll turn it in my mind, and we'll decide + How best to act. Away she quickly flew, + And Blase informed, what Ninny had in view. + Zounds! said the cobbler, we must see, my dear, + To hook this little sum:--the way is clear; + No risk I'm confident; for prithee run + And tell him I've a journey just begun; + That he may hither come and have his will; + But 'ere he touch thy lips, demand the bill; + He'll not refuse the boon I'm very sure; + Meantime, myself I'll hide and all secure. + The note obtained, cough loudly, strong, and clear; + Twice let it be, that I may plainly hear; + Then forth I'll sally from my lurking place, + And, spite of folly's frowns, prevent disgrace. + + THE, plot succeeded as the pair desired; + The cobbler laughed, and ALL his scheme admired: + + A purse-proud cit thereon observed and swore; + 'Twere better to have coughed when all was o'er; + Then you, all three, would have enjoyed your wish, + And been in future all as mute as fish. + + OH! sir, replied the cobbler's wife at ease, + Do you suppose that use can hope to please, + And like your ladies full of sense appear? + (For two were seated with his wedded dear;) + Perhaps my lady 'd act as you describe, + But ev'ry one such prudence don't imbibe. + + + + + + + + THE PEASANT AND HIS ANGRY LORD + + + ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates, + A lord, possessed of many large estates, + Was angry with a poor and humble clod, + Who tilled his grounds and feared his very nod. + Th' offence (as often happens) was but small, + But on him, vowed the peer, his rage should fall-- + Said he, a halter, rascal, you deserve; + You'll never from the gallows-turnpike swerve: + Or, soon or late you swinging will be found + Who, born for hanging, ever yet was drowned? + Howe'er you'll smile to hear my lenient voice; + Observe, three punishments await your choice; + Take which you will.--The first is, you shall eat, + Of strongest garlick, thirty heads complete; + No drink you'll have between, nor sleep, nor rest; + You know a breach of promise I detest. + Or, on your shoulders further I propose, + To give you, with a cudgel, thirty blows. + Or, if more pleasing, that you truly pay, + The sum of thirty pounds without delay. + + THE peasant 'gan to turn things in his mind:-- + Said he, to take the heads I'm not inclined; + No drink, you say, between; that makes it worse; + To eat the garlick thus, would prove a curse. + Nor can I suffer on my tender back, + That, with a cudgel, thirty blows you thwack. + Still harder thirty pounds to pay appeared; + Uncertain how to act, he hanging feared. + The noble peer he begged, upon his knees, + His penitence to hear, and sentence ease. + But mercy dwelled not with the angry lord + Is this, cried he, the answer?--bring a cord. + The peasant, trembling lest his life was sought; + The garlick chose, which presently was brought. + + UPON a dish my lord the number told; + Clod no way liked the garlick to behold. + With piteous mien the garlick head he took, + Then on it num'rous ways was led to look, + And grumbling much, began to spit and eat, + just like a cat with mustard on her meat, + To touch it with his tongue he durst not do; + He knew not how to act or what pursue. + The peer, delighted at the man's distress, + The garlick made him bite, and chew, and press, + Then gulp it down as if delicious fare; + The first he passed; the second made him swear; + The third he found was every whit as sad, + He wished the devil had it, 'twas so bad. + In short, when at the twelfth our wight arrived, + He thought his mouth and throat of skin deprived. + Said he, some drink I earnestly intreat; + What, Greg'ry, cried my lord, dost feel a heat; + In thy repasts dost love to wet thy jaws? + Well! well! I won't object; thou know'st my laws; + Much good may't do thee; here, some wine, some wine! + Yet recollect, to drink, since you design, + That afterward, my friend, you'll have to choose + The thirty blows, or thirty pounds to lose. + But, cried the peasant, I sincerely pray, + Your lordship's goodness, that the garlick may + Be taken in the account, for as to pelf, + Where can an humble lab'rer, like myself, + Expect the sum of thirty pounds to seize? + Then, said the peer, be cudgelled if you please; + Take thirty thwacks; for naught the garlick goes. + To moisten well his throat, and ease his woes, + The peasant drank a copious draught of wine, + And then to bear the cudgel would resign. + + A SINGLE blow he patiently endured; + The second, howsoe'er, his patience cured; + The third was more severe, and each was worse; + The punishment he now began to curse; + Two lusty wights, with cudgels thrashed his back + And regularly gave him thwack and thwack; + He cried, he roared, for grace he begged his lord, + Who marked each blow, and would no ease accord; + But carefully observed, from time to time, + That lenity he always thought sublime; + His gravity preserved; considered too + The blows received and what continued due. + + AT length, when Greg'ry twenty strokes had got, + He piteously exclaimed:--if more's my lot + I never shall survive! Oh! pray forgive, + If you desire, my lord, that I should live. + Then down with thirty pounds, replied the peer, + Since you the blows so much pretend to fear; + I'm sorry for you; but if all the gold + Be not prepared, your godfather, I'm told, + Can lend a part; yet, since so far you've been, + To flinch the rest you surely won't be seen. + + THE wretched peasant to his lordship flew, + And trembling cried--'tis up! the number view! + A scrutiny was made, which nothing gained; + No choice but pay the money now remained; + This grieved him much, and o'er the fellow's face; + The dewy drops were seen to flow apace. + All useless proved:--the full demand he sent, + With which the peer expressed himself content. + Unlucky he whoe'er his lord offends! + To golden ore, howe'er, the proud man bends: + + 'TWAS vain that Gregory a pardon prayed; + For trivial faults the peasant dearly paid; + His throat enflamed--his tender back well beat-- + His money gone--and all to make complete, + Without the least deduction for the pain, + The blows and garlick gave the trembling swain. + + + + +ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: + +Who, born for hanging, ever yet was drowned? + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52776.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52776.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fb61006abdf0108a5b615d46ae7f8d5ca2c32fc1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52776.txt @@ -0,0 +1,238 @@ + + + X MARKS THE PEDWALK + + BY FRITZ LEIBER + + [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from + Worlds of Tomorrow April 1963 + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that + the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + + + + This is how it all began--the terrible + civil strife that devastates our world! + + + Based in material in Ch. 7--"First Clashes of the Wheeled and + Footed Sects"--of Vol. 3 of Burger's monumental _History of + Traffic_, published by the Foundation for Twenty-Second + Century Studies. + +The raggedy little old lady with the big shopping bag was in the exact +center of the crosswalk when she became aware of the big black car +bearing down on her. + +Behind the thick bullet-proof glass its seven occupants had a misty +look, like men in a diving bell. + +She saw there was no longer time to beat the car to either curb. +Veering remorselessly, it would catch her in the gutter. + +Useless to attempt a feint and double-back, such as any venturesome +child executed a dozen times a day. Her reflexes were too slow. + +Polite vacuous laughter came from the car's loudspeaker over the +engine's mounting roar. + +From her fellow pedestrians lining the curbs came a sigh of horror. + +The little old lady dipped into her shopping bag and came up with a big +blue-black automatic. She held it in both fists, riding the recoils +like a rodeo cowboy on a bucking bronco. + +Aiming at the base of the windshield, just as a big-game hunter aims +at the vulnerable spine of a charging water buffalo over the horny +armor of its lowered head, the little old lady squeezed off three shots +before the car chewed her down. + +From the right-hand curb a young woman in a wheelchair shrieked an +obscenity at the car's occupants. + +Smythe-de Winter, the driver, wasn't happy. The little old lady's +last shot had taken two members of his car pool. Bursting through the +laminated glass, the steel-jacketed slug had traversed the neck of +Phipps-McHeath and buried itself in the skull of Horvendile-Harker. + +Braking viciously, Smythe-de Winter rammed the car over the right-hand +curb. Pedestrians scattered into entries and narrow arcades, among them +a youth bounding high on crutches. + +But Smythe-de Winter got the girl in the wheelchair. + +Then he drove rapidly out of the Slum Ring into the Suburbs, a shred +of rattan swinging from the flange of his right fore mudguard for +a trophy. Despite the two-for-two casualty list, he felt angry and +depressed. The secure, predictable world around him seemed to be +crumbling. + + * * * * * + +While his companions softly keened a dirge to Horvy and Phipps and +quietly mopped up their blood, he frowned and shook his head. + +"They oughtn't to let old ladies carry magnums," he murmured. + +Witherspoon-Hobbs nodded agreement across the front-seat corpse. "They +oughtn't to let 'em carry anything. God, how I hate Feet," he muttered, +looking down at his shrunken legs. "Wheels forever!" he softly cheered. + +The incident had immediate repercussions throughout the city. At the +combined wake of the little old lady and the girl in the wheelchair, +a fiery-tongued speaker inveighed against the White-Walled Fascists +of Suburbia, telling to his hearers, the fabled wonders of old Los +Angeles, where pedestrians were sacrosanct, even outside crosswalks. He +called for a hobnail march across the nearest lawn-bowling alleys and +perambulator-traversed golf courses of the motorists. + +At the Sunnyside Crematorium, to which the bodies of Phipps and Horvy +had been conveyed, an equally impassioned and rather more grammatical +orator reminded his listeners of the legendary justice of old Chicago, +where pedestrians were forbidden to carry small arms and anyone with +one foot off the sidewalk was fair prey. He broadly hinted that a +holocaust, primed if necessary with a few tankfuls of gasoline, was the +only cure for the Slums. + +Bands of skinny youths came loping at dusk out of the Slum Ring into +the innermost sections of the larger doughnut of the Suburbs slashing +defenseless tires, shooting expensive watchdogs and scrawling filthy +words on the pristine panels of matrons' runabouts which never ventured +more than six blocks from home. + +Simultaneously squadrons of young suburban motorcycles and scooterites +roared through the outermost precincts of the Slum Ring, harrying +children off sidewalks, tossing stink-bombs through second-story +tenement windows and defacing hovel-fronts with sprays of black paint. + +Incident--a thrown brick, a cut corner, monster tacks in the portico +of the Auto Club--were even reported from the center of the city, +traditionally neutral territory. + +The Government hurriedly acted, suspending all traffic between the +Center and the Suburbs and establishing a 24-hour curfew in the Slum +Ring. Government agents moved only by centipede-car and pogo-hopper to +underline the point that they favored neither contending side. + +The day of enforced non-movement for Feet and Wheels was spent in +furtive vengeful preparations. Behind locked garage doors, machine-guns +that fired through the nose ornament were mounted under hoods, illegal +scythe blades were welded to oversize hubcaps and the stainless steel +edges of flange fenders were honed to razor sharpness. + +While nervous National Guardsmen hopped about the deserted sidewalks of +the Slum Ring, grim-faced men and women wearing black armbands moved +through the webwork of secret tunnels and hidden doors, distributing +heavy-caliber small arms and spike-studded paving blocks, piling +cobblestones on strategic roof-tops and sapping upward from the secret +tunnels to create car-traps. Children got ready to soap intersections +after dark. The Committee of Pedestrian Safety, sometimes known as +Robespierre's Rats, prepared to release its two carefully hoarded +anti-tank guns. + + * * * * * + +At nightfall, under the tireless urging of the Government, +representatives of the Pedestrians and the Motorists met on a huge +safety island at the boundary of the Slum Ring and the Suburbs. + +Underlings began a noisy dispute as to whether Smythe-de Winter had +failed to give a courtesy honk before charging, whether the little old +lady had opened fire before the car had come within honking distance, +how many wheels of Smythe-de's car had been on the sidewalk when he hit +the girl in the wheelchair and so on. After a little while the High +Pedestrian and the Chief Motorist exchanged cautious winks and drew +aside. + +The red writhing of a hundred kerosene flares and the mystic yellow +pulsing of a thousand firefly lamps mounted on yellow sawhorses ranged +around the safety island illumined two tragic, strained faces. + +"A word before we get down to business," the Chief Motorist whispered. +"What's the current S.Q. of your adults?" + +"Forty-one and dropping," the High Pedestrian replied, his eyes +fearfully searching from side to side for eavesdroppers. "I can hardly +get aides who are halfway _compos mentis_." + +"Our own Sanity Quotient is thirty-seven," the Chief Motorist revealed. +He shrugged helplessly.... "The wheels inside my people's heads are +slowing down. I do not think they will be speeded up in my lifetime." + +"They say Government's only fifty-two," the other said with a matching +shrug. + +"Well, I suppose we must scrape out one more compromise," the one +suggested hollowly, "though I must confess there are times when I think +we're all the figments of a paranoid's dream." + +Two hours of concentrated deliberations produced the new Wheel-Foot +Articles of Agreement. Among other points, pedestrian handguns were +limited to a slightly lower muzzle velocity and to .38 caliber and +under, while motorists were required to give three honks at one block +distance before charging a pedestrian in a crosswalk. Two wheels over +the curb changed a traffic kill from third-degree manslaughter to petty +homicide. Blind pedestrians were permitted to carry hand grenades. + +Immediately the Government went to work. The new Wheel-Foot Articles +were loudspeakered and posted. Detachments of police and psychiatric +social hoppers centipedaled and pogoed through the Slum Ring, seizing +outsize weapons and giving tranquilizing jet-injections to the unruly. +Teams of hypnotherapists and mechanics scuttled from home to home +in the Suburbs and from garage to garage, in-chanting a conformist +serenity and stripping illegal armament from cars. On the advice of +a rogue psychiatrist, who said it would channel off aggressions, a +display of bull-fighting was announced, but this had to be canceled +when a strong protest was lodged by the Decency League, which had a +large mixed Wheel-Foot membership. + +At dawn, curfew was lifted in the Slum Ring and traffic reopened +between the Suburbs and the Center. After a few uneasy moments it +became apparent that the _status quo_ had been restored. + + * * * * * + +Smythe-de Winter tooled his gleaming black machine along the Ring. A +thick steel bolt with a large steel washer on either side neatly filled +the hole the little old lady's slug had made in the windshield. + +A brick bounced off the roof. Bullets pattered against the side +windows. + +Smythe-de ran a handkerchief around his neck under his collar and +smiled. + +A block ahead children were darting into the street, cat-calling and +thumbing their noses. Behind one of them limped a fat dog with a spiked +collar. + +Smythe-de suddenly gunned his motor. He didn't hit any of the children, +but he got the dog. + +A flashing light on the dash showed him the right front tire was losing +pressure. Must have hit the collar as well! He thumbed the matching +emergency-air button and the flashing stopped. + +He turned toward Witherspoon-Hobbs and said with thoughtful +satisfaction, "I like a normal orderly world, where you always have a +little success, but not champagne-heady; a little failure, but just +enough to brace you." + +Witherspoon-Hobbs was squinting at the next crosswalk. Its center was +discolored by a brownish stain ribbon-tracked by tires. + +"That's where you bagged the little old lady, Smythe-de," he remarked. +"I'll say this for her now: she had spirit." + +"Yes, that's where I bagged her," Smythe-de agreed flatly. He +remembered wistfully the witchlike face growing rapidly larger, her +jerking shoulders in black bombazine, the wild white-circled eyes. He +suddenly found himself feeling that this was a very dull day. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52784.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52784.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dfed6826780bb67edc95b37fd9d97a380b89a608 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52784.txt @@ -0,0 +1,340 @@ + + + HEAVENLY GIFTS + + BY AARON L. KOLOM + + [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from + Worlds of Tomorrow April 1963 + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that + the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + + + + Heartfelt prayers deserve + an answer--but it may be + in a peculiar way! + + +A blur of silent motion tugged suddenly at the corner of Mrs. Frisbee's +eye. She looked up from her knitting. An electric blanket, deep blue +with satiny edges, was materializing, neatly folded, in the center of +her tiny kitchen table. + +She closed her eyes briefly for a silent prayer of thanks. At midnight +she would send out those thanks, followed by a request for a bicycle +for the paper boy. + +Contentedly she raised herself from her chair. She weighed mentally +whether there was time to wrap the blanket as a gift before she had +to leave for work. She decided against it. It wasn't as if it were an +anniversary or birthday present. It was just something she knew her +nice landlady, Mrs. Upjohn, needed but couldn't afford. + +Mrs. Upjohn was in her room. With an embarrassed dismissal of thanks +Mrs. Frisbee presented the blanket to her, then hurried to catch the +bus at the corner. + +The corridor clock showed a few minutes to midnight as Mrs. Frisbee, +carrying her mop and pail, entered the control room. At the slight +noise Dr. Morrow looked up from his paper-littered desk. A vague smile +and wave were directed generally in her direction. With a glance at his +watch he sighed and returned to his work. Mrs. Frisbee waited patiently +and quietly. A few minutes later Dr. Morrow looked up again, then +yawned and stretched luxuriously. + +"Time for lunch, I guess." He stood up, setting a few dials on the +glistening control panel before him. "See you in forty-five minutes," +he called cheerily. + +With the sound of his heels echoing down the hall, Mrs. Frisbee +gingerly sat down in his chair. Taking a sheet of paper from her apron, +she meticulously marked down the dial settings, exactly as he had left +them. + +Except for the diminishing sound of footsteps, the laboratory building +was silent, with the unique quiet of a deserted structure. Through the +window she could see the gigantic antenna aiming toward the stars. As +always she experienced a momentary thrill of combined excitement and +reverential awe. + +She waited till she heard the closing of the front door of the +building. Then with practiced fingers she flicked some switches. The +equipment hummed quietly. She swung toward the keyboard and began +picking out letters with her forefingers. Finally she took a page +from a mail-order catalogue from her purse and slowly typed out the +catalogue numbers. She didn't hurry. Dr. Morrow would now be finishing +his lunch in his car. Afterwards he would take a stroll around the +laboratory grounds. He was a man of regular, dependable habit. + + * * * * * + +It had all begun one evening about five months before, when Mrs. +Frisbee had attended a revivalist meeting. Simple soul that she was, +with her increasing years and the passing of many of her friends, Mrs. +Frisbee had begun to experience a desire to make peace with her maker. + +"You are all sinners," the preacher had thundered, "and you need the +most powerful voice in the world to speak for you!" + +It made quite an impression! + +It seemed the hand of providence when Mrs. Frisbee learned that a newly +completed astronomical-radio station was seeking janitorial personnel. +She quickly applied and was hired. + +It was at first only a vague germ of an idea. Slowly the idea +crystallized as she inquired of the technicians just how it was +operated. + +It wasn't really difficult, she learned. An electronic typewriter was +used, converting letters and words into mathematical language, then +automatically beaming the data out into the vastness of space. It took +time, but she even learned what dials and switches to operate so there +would be no record of her messages. + +The station had been established to try to contact intelligences +on other planets or star systems. An idiotic waste, the critics +complained. Mrs. Frisbee agreed. Except for occasional space static +nothing had ever been received. Mrs. Frisbee knew this from hearing +the men talk. Still they kept trying, constantly listening, and at +regular intervals transmitting basic mathematics, recognizable by any +civilization. + +She had arranged her work so that her midnight break came when she +was cleaning the control room. There was only a single scientist on +night duty, currently Dr. Morrow, who left the equipment on automatic +reception while on his lunch break. Mrs. Frisbee never needed but half +the time he was gone. + +Her first prayer had been a brief one. Gripped with religious fervor +Mrs. Frisbee had typed awkwardly, one finger at a time. The whirring +of the equipment as it transmitted her words of devotion out to the +farthest reaches of space was as balm to her soul. + +It was a month later that she decided to test her contact with the +divine with a simple request, an apron she had seen in a catalogue. It +would be an ideal birthday present for Mrs. Upjohn, she thought. Days +and weeks passed and Mrs. Frisbee had almost lost faith, when suddenly +one evening, as she was quietly sewing, the apron appeared, bright and +gay on her small table. She rubbed her eyes. It was truly wondrous. The +thanks she gave in that evening's message were profuse. + +As time passed she asked for other items from the catalogue for gifts +for other friends. All were delivered miraculously after a few days. + +Mrs. Frisbee was at peace--with the world, with herself, and with her +maker. Her simple life was full. She had a proven faith, with miracles +occurring as she desired them. There was no end to the people she met +who needed things, and seemingly no difficulty in having her requests +fulfilled. Quite often she was tempted to explain it all to her good +friend, Mrs. Upjohn. But something always kept her from telling, a +feeling that it might be sacrilegious somehow to discuss it. + +Only one thing occasionally puzzled Mrs. Frisbee. Though she always +ordered the presents from the mail-order catalogue, they seemed +superior in quality and workmanship to any purchased articles.... + + * * * * * + +The barracks-room language coming from General Collin's office caused +his aide to raise his eyebrows. He hadn't heard the General use such +terms since Korea. + +General Collin was even more incredulous than the colonel, the major +and the captain had been before him, as each was told. + +"It's impossible," he exploded into the telephone. "When did you +blankety idiots first discover it?" After a brief pause he barked, +"Double the guard!" A moment later he barked again, "Damn it, then +triple it!" + +He sat back stunned. What would the chief say? He shuddered at the +thought. + +His eyes narrowed reflectively, and after a moment he reached again for +the phone. + +"Have you contacted any other bases?" His voice was now quiet and low. +After a brief pause he added, "Come to my office as soon as possible +with everything you have on the situation." + +He steeled himself for the next call, reluctantly reaching for the +special red telephone. His orderly mind presented the facts he had +learned as clearly as possible. + +"I don't know," he answered a question. "No sir, I haven't contacted +AEC or State yet. I'd like to check on it further." Then finally, +"Complete secrecy, yes, sir. I'm making a thorough security check." + +An undercurrent of frantic excitement quickly engulfed Washington's top +councils, involving even the President. The National Security Council +and Chiefs of Staff were called into emergency session. Grim-visaged +star-shouldered officers hurried through Pentagon corridors. Newsmen +knew only that something quite serious was taking place, something that +vitally affected the national security. Whispers of a "secret Russian +weapon" began to be heard. From the Pentagon, orders went out to +every military base. CIA agents and military scientists were hurriedly +called, were asked enigmatic questions and were given grim instructions. + +A few days later, a call came again to General Collin. He had +half-expected it. He reached again for the red phone. + +"It's happened again!" He bit off his words in his exasperation. "Yes! +Right in front of a television monitor. The film is being rushed to +Washington." He listened a moment, then nodded. "That's right, just +disappeared! Completely dematerialized!" + +He received a bit of a shock in turn. "Two other bases also? Good God!" +Then, "Yes, sir, I'll fly in to-night." + +At the top level meeting the next morning the Under-Secretary of State +interrupted the discussion. "We have just received a peculiar message +from the British Embassy," he said. "They are asking about the security +of--" He lowered his voice even though the room was sound-proof. + +Everyone about the table looked soberly at each other. + +Security Council meetings became continuous around-the-clock sessions. +The top civilian scientists of the country were brought in and the +situation explained to them. As one they shook their heads. + +A Nobel prize winner in Physics put it flatly. "It is beyond our +comprehension, far beyond the state of our knowledge!" + + * * * * * + +Central intelligence reported daily on the political and scientific +activities in key spots of the world. A spurt of high-level meetings in +Moscow was noticed and duly reported. + +This ominous news was received with a depression bordering on hysteria. + +"We have underestimated their technological advancement again," said +the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. "We must increase our +production efforts. We must solve this puzzle--" he spoke slowly, in +measured tones of the utmost gravity--"even at the expense of all other +research efforts! This must have the highest possible priority!" + +Orders to this effect were quickly issued. + +"I don't understand the Soviet mind," puzzled the Secretary of State. +"At the diplomatic level they are seemingly going farther than ever +before in making concessions and overtures toward peace!" + +"And while they try to lull us politically," fumed the Secretary of +Defense, "they are leaving us practically defenseless with their +scientific thievery!" + +He slammed the table with his fist. "We must be on our guard! We must +increase our research efforts! And SAC must be placed on an emergency +alert, ready for instant retaliation!" + +And each day, despite the frenzied increase in mining and refining +activity, a report on the dwindling military capabilities of the +United States was given the President. The day finally arrived when he +gravely addressed the Security Council. + +"As of today," the President said, "we are unable adequately to defend +our country! Our production capabilities cannot keep up with what we +are losing. We are left only with our conventional weapons." He paused. +"God help us, we are at their mercy!" + +A worried-looking Under-Secretary rushed into the Council chamber and +whispered something into the President's ear. The President's face grew +white. He rose slowly. + +"Gentlemen." His quiet voice reflected a rigid control. "Mr. Khrushchev +is placing a personal call to me on a matter, which he says, is of the +utmost urgency." He paused. "Please wait until I return." + +The group of men, carrying on their shoulders the responsibility of the +defense of the United States of America and all the free world, sat in +quiet dejection, heads bowed. Long minutes passed. No one felt up to +meeting the eyes of anyone else about the table. + +As the President re-entered the chamber, the members of the Security +Council rose. The atmosphere was heavy with foreboding. + +He spoke slowly and clearly, his face expressionless. "Mr. Khrushchev +says he desires to establish a true peace with us. He will agree to all +our terms: complete inspection, atomic test ban, disarmament, anything +of a reasonable nature!" + +He looked around the shocked room. Relief, puzzlement, suspicion, were +mirrored on various faces. + +"I'm sure I don't understand all this," the President continued. "I +doubt if any of you do. But if the Soviet Union is sincere in desiring +a true peace--!" His voice became very quiet. "We shall certainly meet +them halfway!" + + * * * * * + +Veux looked up from the account book with a grunt of approval, then +reached for the drink his partner held out. + +"Well," Tai said. "Didn't I tell you business would be good this +period?" + +Veux nodded and downed his drink. "Excellent, but I see that most +of our profit came from native trade!" His eyes narrowed. "It looks +illegal! Are you supplying arms for a revolution somewhere?" + +Tai's smile became contemptuous. "No, it's just local products, +native trivia. We drop-chuted survey robots, then called them back +and installed a delivery system. The robot picks up samples by +dematerialization and I synthesize them." + +"But so much profit! Aren't there any complaints?" + +Tai laughed. "On the contrary, I get thanked after each delivery, plus +a request for something else. Natives are the same everywhere. Just +suckers, waiting to be trimmed!" + +"I don't want to get into any trouble over this!" Veux looked dubious. + +Tai refilled the glasses. "Well, our business charter says we must +fill and deliver any legitimate order we get!" + +"If it's legitimate!" Veux studied the deep ruby of his drink. "Which +of our colonies is it?" + +Tai hesitated slightly. "It's not one of our colonies. The orders are +from subsystem CQ!" + +"What!" Veux's eyes flashed. "You know we're not supposed to have any +contact at all with them! They're under official observation!" + +"Don't worry, don't worry." Tai's voice exuded confidence. "No one can +prove we've broken a single law." + +"I don't understand." + +Tai's expression was one of exaggerated innocence. "Everything is +automatic. Radio orders for goods are received, translated and filled, +with robot delivery." He winked at his partner. "How can anyone prove I +ever bothered to check the source?" + +"But the profit? What do you trade?" + +"Aha! I was waiting for you to ask that. I set the robot to detect and +take a unit of energy metal each trip!" + +"Energy metal?" Veux jerked upright. + +"Yes, but they're running out." Tai sighed. "The robot reports he has +had to go clear to the other side of the planet to fill his quota. +There's only enough scattered around for a few more trips!" + +"I guess we can't complain," Veux said. + +They clinked their glasses. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5284.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5284.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2690d09ba8044d3a4c10b45143b0d00e255541ff --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5284.txt @@ -0,0 +1,216 @@ + + + + +This eBook was produced by David Widger + + + + + THE TALES AND NOVELS + OF + J. DE LA FONTAINE + + + + Volume 10. + + Contains: + The Two Friends + The Country Justice + Alice Sick + The Kiss Returned + Sister Jane + An Imitation of Anacreon + Another Imitation of Anacreon + + + + THE TWO FRIENDS + + + AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old, + And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,) + So well agreed, they kept a beauteous belle, + With whom by turns they equally would dwell. + + IT happened, one of them so nicely played, + The fav'rite lass produced a little maid, + Which both extolled, and each his own believed, + Though doubtless one or t'other was deceived. + + BUT when to riper years the bantling grew, + And sought her mother's foot-steps to pursue, + Each friend desired to be her chosen swain, + And neither would a parent's name retain. + + SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade; + The features are the same-:-your looks pervade. + Oh no, the other cried, it cannot be + Her chin, mouth, nose, and eyes, with your's agree; + But that as 'twill, let me her favours win, + And for the pleasure I will risk the sin. + + + + + + + THE COUNTRY JUSTICE + + + TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered, + A country justice quite confused appeared, + By them the facts were rendered so obscure + With which the truth remained he was not sure. + At length, completely tired, two straws he sought + Of diff'rent lengths, and to the parties brought. + These in his hand he held:--the plaintiff drew + (So fate decreed) the shortest of the two. + On this the other homeward took his way, + To boast how nicely he had gained the day. + + THE bench complained: the magistrate replied + Don't blame I pray--'tis nothing new I've tried; + Courts often judge at hazard in the law, + Without deciding by the longest straw. + + + + + + + ALICE SICK + + + SICK, Alice grown, and fearing dire event, + Some friend advised a servant should be sent + Her confessor to bring and ease her mind;-- + Yes, she replied, to see him I'm inclined; + Let father Andrew instantly be sought:-- + By him salvation usually I'm taught. + + A MESSENGER was told, without delay, + To take, with rapid steps, the convent way; + He rang the bell--a monk enquired his name, + And asked for what, or whom, the fellow came. + I father Andrew want, the wight replied, + Who's oft to Alice confessor and guide: + With Andrew, cried the other, would you speak? + If that's the case, he's far enough to seek; + Poor man! he's left us for the regions blessed, + And has in Paradise ten years confessed. + + + + + + + THE KISS RETURNED + + + AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen, + A man of rank admired her lovely mien. + Who gave you such a charming fair? he cried, + May I presume to kiss your beauteous bride? + With all my heart, replied the humble swain, + You're welcome, sir:--I beg you'll not refrain; + She's at your service: take the boon, I pray; + You'll not such offers meet with ev'ry day. + + THE gentleman proceeded as desired; + To get a kiss, alone he had aspired; + So fervently howe'er he pressed her lip, + That Petronella blushed at ev'ry sip. + + SEVEN days had scarcely run, when to his arms, + The other took a wife with seraph charms; + And William was allowed to have a kiss, + That filled his soul with soft ecstatick bliss. + Cried he, I wish, (and truly I am grieved) + That when the gentleman a kiss received, + From her I love, he'd gone to greater height, + And with my Petronella passed the night. + + + + + + + SISTER JANE + + + WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child, + In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled + Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed; + On which the abbess thus her flock addressed: + Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu + To worldly cares:--have better things in view. + + YES, they replied, we sage like her shall be, + When we with love have equally been free. + + + + + + + AN IMITATION OF ANACREON + + + PAINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed + Depict, I pray, the absent Iris' face. + Thou hast not seen the lovely nymph I've named; + The better for thy peace.--Then will I trace + For thy instruction her transcendent grace. + Begin with lily white and blushing rose, + Take then the Loves and Graces... But what good + Words, idle words? for Beauty's Goddess could + By Iris be replaced, nor one suppose + The secret fraud--their grace so equal shows. + Thou at Cythera couldst, at Paphos too, + Of the same Iris Venus form anew. + + + + + + + ANOTHER IMITATION OF ANACREON + + + PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept + Against my wont. A little child + Awoke me as he gently crept + And beat my door. A tempest wild + Was raging-dark and cold the night. + "Have pity on my naked plight," + He begged, "and ope thy door".--"Thy name?" + I asked admitting him.--"The same + "Anon I'll tell, but first must dry + "My weary limbs, then let me try + "My mois'ened bow."--Despite my fear + The hearth I lit, then drew me near + My guest, and chafed his fingers cold. + "Why fear?" I thought. "Let me be bold + "No Polyphemus he; what harm + "In such a child?--Then I'll be calm!" + The playful boy drew out a dart, + Shook his fair locks, and to my heart + His shaft he launch'd.--"Love is my name," + He thankless cried, "I hither came + "To tame thee. In thine ardent pain + "Of Cupid think and young Climene."-- + "Ah! now I know thee, little scamp, + "Ungrateful, cruel boy! Decamp!" + Cupid a saucy caper cut, + Skipped through the door, and as it shut, + "My bow," he taunting cried, "is sound, + "Thy heart, poor comrade, feels the wound." + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52863.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52863.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..314d6411698ec7190950eeb3b47101e2672e44a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg52863.txt @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1855 William Tweedie edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE + NEW SUNDAY LIQUOR LAW + VINDICATED. + + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + BY J. EWING RITCHIE. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + WILLIAM TWEEDIE, 337, STRAND. + + 1855. + + * * * * * + + THE + PUBLIC-HOUSE TRADE + AS IT IS: + OR + AN EPITOME OF THE EVIDENCE + TAKEN BEFORE A + COMMITTEE OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS + IN THE + PARLIAMENTARY SESSIONS OF 1853–4. + + BY J. EWING RITCHIE. + + * * * * * + + + + +THE +NEW SUNDAY LIQUOR LAW VINDICATED. + + +AN Act came into operation in August, denominated “The New Beer Bill,” +requiring public-houses to be closed on Sundays, with the exception of +the hours 1 to 3 p.m., and 6 to 10 p.m. No sooner was it passed than it +was found there was a great decrease in the number of cases of persons +charged with drunkenness at the various police stations of the +metropolis. Monday, instead of being a heavy day, was the reverse—the +magistrates had little or nothing to do. But this great public good was +not brought about without inconveniencing some parties. The publicans +felt their craft was in danger,—that they were, as Benjamin Disraeli +informed them the other day at Plymouth, “in a critical situation;” and +that if they acquiesced in the law, the result would be most +unsatisfactory, pecuniarily, to themselves. Accordingly, they have +banded themselves into one compact Defence Association—they have taken +sweet counsel together—they have organised an opposition all over the +land. Whether they have acted wisely is another matter: with the +evidence just published in two enormous Blue Books, I think silence would +become them better. And so thought the knowing ones in the trade when +they accepted the new Bill instead of one that would have been harsher +still. The opponents of the Bill—publicans by-the-bye—thus speak of it: +Mr. Luce of Hampton Court, “thinks it a despotic and tyrannical Bill.” +According to a Mr. Symes, “it is directed against all recreation on +Sundays—all relaxation after the toils of the week.” Mr. Palmer said, +“The Bill ought to be called the Liberty of the Subject and Licensed +Victuallers’ Liberty Curtailment Bill.” I take these extracts from the +report of a great meeting in Drury Lane in September. Mr. Lyne, also a +publican, writes in the _Daily News_, that “since the curfew bell there +never was a measure which produced such general discontent. +Notwithstanding the genialness of the weather the social gloom which has +settled in the suburbs is indescribable.” The _Daily News_, in the poor +hope of saving itself from annihilation, by opposing the new Bill, and +thus becoming the organ of the pot-house says:—“The Pharisees of our +drawing-rooms and saloons ought, before they are allowed to hamper and +annoy the honest poor by their enactments, to be compelled to share for a +season in the labour of the poor, in order that they might have some +conception of the privations which they entail upon their victims, and +the possible consequences of such privation.” In another leader it draws +the picture of a working man returning from Brighton and starving in the +streets in consequence of the new Bill. Such is an outline of the new +Bill, as described by the publicans and their champion, the _Daily News_. +Never was there a greater outcry and so little wool. One would fancy +from the above remarks that an injustice was being done—such as the world +had never witnessed before. You would have thought that at least we had +been robbed of _habeas corpus_, or that still more valued right the +Englishman’s right to grumble. You would have expected every print to be +filled with tales of terror—you would expect every man you met to have +had a face of woe, and especially that the working classes, who have been +robbed of their rights in so atrocious a manner, would have talked of +armed resistance, or at least have provided themselves with pikes. The +working men have not held a single meeting on the matter—not one single +groan has been wrung from them by the unheard of oppression under which +they now labour. So callous and indifferent are they—so utterly callous +and indifferent are all other classes of society—that the publicans have +been compelled to come forward and so do battle for the working man. +What disinterested public spirit! English liberty, torn, bruised, +bleeding, shunned by all who once worshipped her and whom she once +blessed, finds refuge in a public-house! If you want her you must go to +the King’s Arms, or the Red Lion, and call for a pint of beer. + +But I have over-stated my case: there have been some complaints from +parties not publicans after all. On looking through a file of the _Daily +News_ for the last three months I find three such. No. 1, is there +placed in the largest type, and headed, “Starvation by Act of +Parliament!” You are alarmed. Read on, your fears will soon cease. The +writer says:—“Sir, I am a bachelor living in chambers, the resources of +my _ménage_ do not extend to cooking a dinner, and, like most persons in +my situation, I generally dine at a tavern in the neighbourhood. On +Sunday, I attended the afternoon service at Saint Paul’s Cathedral, and +upon my return at five o’clock (what a circumstantial dog he is!) I +repaired with my appetite in excellent condition to my usual dining-place +in Fleet-street. I was rather taken aback at finding a closed door +frowning upon me; but I rang the bell, and, after a brief delay, a small +part of the door was cautiously opened, and there appeared in the apeture +the head of a disconsolate looking waiter, who told me that the +establishment was closed in compliance with the provision of the New Beer +Bill, and that consequently I could not have any dinner.” The next deep +pang of anguish bursts from the bleeding bosom of a Templar, who says:—“I +am a victim of this Act, being scarcely able to get any dinner before the +Sunday evening service.” Another, a father of a family, says he dines at +five, and he finds the beer flat. That I imagine is his own fault. +Surely it was not the Act of Parliament did that. We shall next be told +when the beer turns sour that was also the Act of Parliament. But +perhaps I am wrong. A well-known judge declared Parliament could do +every thing but make a woman a man or a man a woman. So, after all, the +father of a family may be right, and the New Beer Bill may be the reason +why his “arf-and-arf” is flat. + +Now, I ask, is it not ridiculous, on the face of it, that an Act of +Parliament should be set aside, because a bachelor finds, once upon a +time, the door of his favourite hotel shut in his face; or because a +Templar says he can’t dine till near the time for evening +service,—though, for the life of me, I can’t see why he cannot; or +because the father of a family finds his beer is flat: yet this is all +the complaint I find, even in the _Daily News_. We are told the working +men are robbed of their rights. I don’t find the working men +complain,—why should they? They know better than that. The law, as it +stands, allows the working man to get all the beer he wants; and if you +turn to the evidence lately given before a Committee of the House of +Commons, you will find that the working classes are in favour of the +change, and that many of them, even the most drunken and dissipated, feel +that it would be a good thing if the public-houses could be closed +altogether on Sundays. Many of the most respectable publicans in the +metropolis gave similar evidence before the same Committee. All the +moral and decent people in the country are of a similar opinion. The +Provost of Edinburgh shows that when Forbes Mackenzie’s Act came into +operation in Edinburgh drunkenness and crime decreased; that when the +magistrates allowed it to fall into abeyance, drunkenness and crime +increased. Evidence was read before the Committee, by the Rev. Mr. +Baylee, to show that some years since a great reformation had been +effected by the partial closing of public-houses, and Mr. Balfour showed +how the metropolis had improved in this respect within the last few +years. The question is, Is this improvement to be continued? No one +expects to make men moral by Act of Parliament; no one expects the +policeman to take the parson’s place; but when we see a great good +done,—when we see a fruitful source of crime and poverty and disease +arrested, are we to pause because a Templar cannot dine till evening +service, or because the father of a family complains that his beer is +flat? I forgot the publicans: are they to stop the way? I trust not. +It is nonsense to say the working-man is deprived of his beer; he is not. +All the beer a man needs he can buy now. The public-houses are allowed +to be open sufficiently for that purpose. It is clear what the publicans +are fighting for; the welfare of the working-man is a mere pretence,—the +rights of Englishmen is a mere pretence,—they want to sell more beer,—to +sell the beer that shall intoxicate; all that the new Bill seeks to do is +to prevent a man sitting all Sunday night in a public-house, spending his +last shilling there, and thus robbing his wife and family of that which +should feed and clothe and maintain them during the week. The publicans +themselves confess the Sunday trade is an abominable one. More than one +publican, examined before the Committee, confessed this to be the case. +The evidence of Mr. Wayland, the Marylebone City missionary, and others, +all went to show that it is the Sunday drinking that does so much harm, +and that was the effect of the late hours at which public-houses were +allowed to be kept open. + +I have just seen forty-eight circulars returned from various employers of +labour in different parts of the metropolis, addressed to them by the +Committee of the London Temperance League. The questions proposed were +as follows:—“Have you perceived any change with respect to the hour at +which your workpeople commence their labours on Monday morning? Have you +noticed any improvement, or otherwise, with respect to the aggregate +amount of time your workpeople are at their employment during the entire +week? What is your opinion as to the general effects of the recent Act +or Parliament in relation to the management of public-houses, or upon the +happiness and well-being of your workpeople? Is it your opinion that the +hours during which spirituous and fermented drinks may be obtained on +Sundays should be subject to further restrictions?” Of these replies +thirty-two were favourable,—twelve decidedly the reverse, and four +neutral. Thus we have employers in favour of the new Bill,—the poor in +its favour,—many of the publicans, who feel the Sunday trade not to be +respectable,—in short all classes in its favour except one, and that a +section of the publicans who want to sell more beer, and, to do so, cant +about the interests of the working classes and the liberty of Englishmen. +Cant at all times is loathsome; the cant of the hypocrite is bad enough, +but this is infinitely worse. I know nothing more nauseating, nothing +more false. Men talk about the cant of the religious—and we have too +much of that; but that does no harm: but this cant is intolerable, one’s +stomach turns at it; this raising the fair banner of freedom to pander to +the demoralization of the public,—this talk by the publican of the rights +of the working-man, in order that he may be decoyed into the public-house +and made drunk, and robbed of all he has, is cant as fearful and +sickening as any ever uttered. + +There may be defects in the Bill; I do not say there are not. Like most +pieces of parliamentary legislation it is bungling enough, and the +convenient latitude attached to the definition of the word “traveller” +may rob it of almost all its beneficial effects. That it may also create +occasional inconvenience I freely admit, but the case at present is all +in its favour; the protest raised against it is the same. But the +publicans oppose it. I could understand if the public-houses were +altogether closed on Sundays they might say it robbed the public of +reasonable refreshment; but they have no pretext of the kind, and their +opposition is now, I take it, the strongest argument in favour of the +Bill. It is clear, now, why they oppose it; it is not the benefit of the +public they seek so much as their own. It is the drinking beyond what is +reasonable,—the intoxication of the working classes on the Sunday +night,—the repetition of the scenes which have already brought such +disgrace on the land, and such misery on our homes, for which they fight. +For these reasons they denounce the Bill. For these reasons every +well-wisher to his country, every sober man and woman, should give the +Bill their hearty support, taking it for good as far as it goes, and +seeking, if any change be made, that the change be one which the +publicans shall like even less. We are told there is to be a contest; we +are told the publicans will not let well alone; we are told next session +they will agitate for the removal of this “unjust and iniquitous law.” +Let them do so; it will be the worst day’s work for them they ever did. +Let them do so, and an agitation will be begun, and a public sentiment +will be created, and an array of facts shall be turned against them, as +shall shake their trade to its very base. Wisdom would counsel them +silence. Wisdom would recommend them not to call public attention to +their craft—as they will not follow her guidance,—as they find fault with +the Committee and the _Advertiser_, which accepted the Bill rather than +see one more stringent passed, the masses can await with confidence the +result. The middle classes of this country know the horror of Sabbath +drinking too well, the poor of this country know it too well; neither are +to be cajoled by a pretence, on the part of the publicans, to advocate +their interests or uphold their rights. It is a question of the public +on one side and the publicans on the other. The agitation against the +Bill is the most shameless, selfish, dishonest agitation ever begun in +this country. I know not if it will be continued much longer; I know +that if it is, it will have most disastrous results, so far as the +publicans are concerned. If even Disraeli will refuse to make political +capital out of them, notwithstanding their urgent request to the +contrary, they must be in a doleful plight. Their cause must be bad +indeed. Their battle must be lost almost before it be begun. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + Printed by R. BARRETT, 13, Mark Lane, for W. TWEEDIE, 337, Strand. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5287.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5287.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..da52af83658a1cbbba0e3675e4d87c0da6be7370 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5287.txt @@ -0,0 +1,425 @@ + + + + +This eBook was produced by David Widger + + + + + + THE TALES AND NOVELS + OF + J. DE LA FONTAINE + + + + Volume 13. + + + + ST. JULIAN'S PRAYER + + + TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, + How many round attribute all their cares! + In these howe'er I never can believe, + And laugh at follies that so much deceive. + Yet with the beauteous FAIR, 'tis very true, + These WORDS, as SACRED VIRTUES, oft they view; + The spell and philter wonders work in love + Hearts melt with charms supposed from pow'rs above! + + MY aim is now to have recourse to these, + And give a story that I trust will please, + In which Saint Julian's prayer, to Reynold D'Ast, + Produced a benefit, good fortune classed. + Had he neglected to repeat the charm, + Believed so thoroughly to guard from harm, + He would have found his cash accounts not right, + And passed assuredly a wretched night. + + ONE day, to William's castle as he moved. + Three men, whose looks he very much approved, + And thought such honest fellows he had round, + Their like could nowhere be discovered round; + Without suspecting any thing was wrong, + The three, with complaisance and fluent tongue, + Saluted him in humble servile style, + And asked, (the minutes better to beguile,) + If they might bear him company the way; + The honour would be great, and no delay; + Besides, in travelling 'tis safer found, + And far more pleasant, when the party's round; + So many robbers through the province range, + (Continued they) 'tis wonderfully strange, + The prince should not these villains more restrain; + But there:--bad MEN will somewhere still remain. + + TO their proposal Reynold soon agreed, + And they resolved together to proceed. + When 'bout a league the travellers had moved, + Discussing freely, as they all approved, + The conversation turned on spells and prayer, + Their pow'r o'er worms of earth, or birds of air; + To charm the wolf, or guard from thunder's roar, + And many wonderful achievements more; + Besides the cures a prayer would oft produce; + To man and beast it proves of sov'reign use, + Far greater than from doctors e'er you'll view, + Who, with their Latin, make so much ado. + + IN turn, the three pretended knowledge great, + And mystick facts affected to relate, + While Reynold silently attention paid + To all the words the honest fellows said:-- + Possess you not, said one, some secret prayer + To bring you aid, when dangers round you stare? + To this our Reynold seriously replied, + Myself, on secret spells, I do not pride; + But still some WORDS I have that I repeat, + Each morn I travel, that I may not meet + A horrid lodging where I stop at night; + 'Tis called SAINT JULIAN'S PRAYER that I recite, + And truly I have found, that when I fail + To say this prayer, I've reason to bewail. + But rarely I neglect so good a thing, + That ills averts, and may such blessings bring. + And have you clearly said it, sir, to day? + Cried one of those he met upon his way. + Yes, Reynold answered. Well, replied the Wight; + I'll wage, I'm better lodged than you to-night. + + 'TWAS very cold, and darkness 'gan to peep; + The place was distant yet, where they might sleep. + Perhaps, said Reynold, 'tis your usual care, + In travelling, to say, like me, this prayer. + Not so, the other cried, to you I vow, + Invoking saints is not my practice now; + But should I lose, thenceforth I'll them address.-- + Said Reynold, readily I acquiesce; + My life I'd venture, should you to an inn, + For, in the town, I've neither friend nor kin, + And, if you like, we'll this exception make. + The other answered: Well, the bet I'll take; + Your horse and coat against my purse you wage, + And, sure of gaining, readily engage. + Our Wight might then have thoroughly perceived, + His horse was lost--no chance to be relieved. + + BESIDE a wood, as on the party moved, + The one, who betting had so much approved, + Now changed his tone, and in a surly way, + Exclaimed:--Alight--you'll find it time to pray; + Let me apprize you, distant is the place, + And much you'll need Saint Julian's special grace. + Come off, I tell you:--instantly they took + His purse, horse, clothes, and all their hands could hook + E'en seized his boots, and said with subtle sneer, + Your feet, by walking, won't the worse appear; + Then sought a diff'rent road by rapid flight, + And, presently the knaves were out of sight; + While Reynold still with stockings, drawers, and shirt, + But wet to skin, and covered o'er with dirt: + (The wind north-east in front--as cold as clay;) + In doleful dumps proceeded on his way, + And justly feared, that spite of faith and prayer, + He now should meet, at night, with wretched fare. + + HOWEVER, some pleasing hopes he still had yet, + That, from his cloak-bag, he some clothes might get; + For, we should note, a servant he had brought, + Who in the neighbourhood a farrier sought. + To set a shoe upon his horse, and then + Should join his master on the road agen; + But that, as we shall find, was not the case, + And Reynold's dire misfortune thence we trace. + In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose, + Had viewed from far what accidents arose, + Then turned aside, his safety to secure, + And left his master dangers to endure; + So steadily be kept upon the trot, + To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got, + And took the inn which had the most renown; + For fare and furniture within the town, + There waited Reynold's coming at his ease, + With fire and cheer that could not fail to please. + His master, up to neck in dirt and wet, + Had num'rous difficulties o'er to get; + And when the snow, in flakes obscured the air, + With piercing cold and winds, he felt despair; + Such ills he bore, that hanging might be thought + A bed of roses rather to be sought. + CHANCE so arranges ev'ry thing around + ALL good, or ALL that's bad is solely found; + When favours flow the numbers are so great, + That ev'ry wish upon us seems to wait; + But, if disposed, misfortunes to bestow; + No ills forgot: each poignant pang we know. + In proof, attend my friends, this very night, + The sad adventures that befell our wight, + Who, Castle-William did not reach till late, + When they, an hour or more, had shut the gate. + + AT length our traveller approached the wall, + And, somehow to the foot contrived to crawl; + A roofed projection fortune led him near, + That joined a house, and 'gan his heart to cheer. + Delighted with the change he now had got, + He placed himself upon the sheltered spot; + A lucky hit but seldom comes alone; + Some straw, by chance, was near the mansion thrown, + Which Reynold 'neath the jutting penthouse placed + There, God be praised, cried he, a bed I've traced. + + MEANWHILE, the storm from ev'ry quarter pressed; + Our traveller was soon to death distressed; + With cold benumbed; by fell despair o'erspread; + He trembled, groaned:--teeth chattered in his head; + So loud his plaints, at length they reached the ear + Of one who dwelled within the mansion near: + A servant girl; her mistress brisk and gay: + A youthful widow, charming as the day; + The governor she privately received: + A noble marquis, who her cares relieved. + Oft interrupted when he sought the fair, + And wished at ease her company to share; + Desirous too of passing quite unknown, + A private door he presently was shown, + That opened to the fields, and gave access: + Through this he visited with such address, + That none within the town his commerce viewed, + Nor e'en a servant's eye his course pursued. + Surprise I feel, since pleasures of the mind, + Apparently were not for lords designed; + More pleased they seem when made the talk around + And soft amours divulged, delights are found. + + IT happened that the night our Job arrived, + And, stretched on straw, misfortune just survived, + The lady thought her fond gallant to see, + And ev'ry moment hoped with him to be. + The supper ready, and the room prepared, + Each rarity was served: no trouble spared; + Baths, perfumes, wines, most exquisite, in place, + And ev'ry thing around displaying grace, + With Cupid's whole artillery in view, + Not his, who would with sighs alone pursue, + But that kind god who always favour shows, + The source of happiness, whence pleasure flows. + + MEANWHILE, however, while thus the lady sought. + By ev'ry charm to please, a note was brought; + A page conveyed it, by the marquis sent, + To say his coming business would prevent. + The disappointment doubtless was severe, + But consolation certainly was near; + It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind, + For scarcely had our traveller resigned, + And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame, + In haste the confidential servant came, + And to the widow said:--I hear below + Some poor unfortunate o'ercome with woe; + 'Tis piercing cold, and he perhaps will die + Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie. + + MOST readily, replied the courteous fair, + We never use the garret:--lodge him there; + Some straw upon a couch will make a bed, + On which the wand'rer may repose his head; + Shut well the door, but first provide some meat, + And then permit him thither to retreat. + + WITHOUT this timely help 'twas clear our wight + Had ne'er survived the horrors of the night; + The door was ope'd, and Reynold blessed the hand + That gave relief, and stopt life's ebbing sand. + His tale he told; got spirits, strength, and ease; + In person tall, well made, and formed to please, + He looked not like a novice in amour, + Though young, and seeking shelter at a door. + His want of dress and miserable state + Raised shame indeed, and showed distress was great. + Though LOVE be seen in Nature's pure array, + No dirt appears, however you survey. + + THIS servant girl now hastened to the fair, + And ev'ry circumstance detailed with care. + See, said the lady, if within the press + There be not clothes to furnish him a dress; + My husband, now no more, must some have left; + Yes, said the girl, you're not of them bereft, + I recollect his wardrobe did abound; + And presently a handsome suit she found. + + MEANWHILE the lady having learned the name + Of Reynold D'Ast, his quality and fame, + (Himself it seems particulars detailed, + While all around his suff'rings keen bewailed,) + Her orders gave, the bath for her prepared + Should now receive the man her care had spared. + Unasked, the stranger this attention got, + And well perfumed ere clothes they would allot. + When dressed, he waited on the widow fair, + And paid his compliments with graceful air. + + THE supper (for the marquis first designed) + At length was served with taste the most refined. + Our trav'ller glad, an appetite displayed; + The lady carefully her guest surveyed, + And anxious seemed to gratify his wish, + By helping what appeared his favourite dish. + Already, perhaps, she felt a Cupid's dart, + And in her throbbing bosom knew the smart; + Or sympathy, or pity for his woes, + Might touch the spring whence softest passion flows. + On ev'ry side assailed the youthful dame + Herself surrendered unto Cupid's flame. + Should I give way, said she, who'll tell the tale? + No risk is run if secrecy prevail. + The marquis merits to be played the trick; + He no excuse can have, unless he's sick. + One sin against another I may weigh, + And man for man will equally repay. + + SO inexperienced Reynold was not found, + But that he saw how things were going round, + And, that Saint Julian's Prayer would yet succeed, + To give him all the lodging he might need. + + THE supper o'er, our couple left alone, + What fairer field could truly have been shown? + The belle now wore a smart becoming dress, + Designed, in ev'ry view, to prepossess. + 'Twas NEGLIGENCE, so requisite to please + And fascinate, with airy, careless ease, + According to the taste which I pursue, + That made her charms so exquisite to view. + No gaudy tinsel: all was flowing light; + Though not superb, yet pleasing to the sight; + A neckerchief, where much should be concealed, + Was made so narrow,--beauties half revealed; + Beneath is shade--what words can ne'er express; + And Reynold saw enough the rest to guess. + No more I say; the belle indeed was fair, + Possessed of youth and all engaging air; + Tall, nicely formed; each grace, that hearts could win; + Not much of fat, nor yet appeared too thin. + Emotion, at the view, who would not feel? + To soft delight what bosom proves of steel? + No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone, + But similar sensation would have shown. + + THE silence first was broken by the dame; + Who spoke so freely, Reynold bolder came. + He knew not well, howe'er, discourse to find; + To help him out the widow was inclined; + Said she, you much remind me of a friend, + Whose ev'ry wish I sought with mine to blend + My husband (rest his soul!) had just those eyes, + That look, air, mouth:--the very height and size: + You greatly honour me, the spark replied: + Your charms howe'er might well have been his pride; + I ne'er beheld such soft engaging mien: + On earth, like beauty never yet was seen. + But, in extremes to be, appears my lot; + Just now I felt quite chilled:--at present hot; + Pray tell me which is best? The fair looked down, + And humbly seemed to wave the proffered crown, + That she might still more flattery receive + Address not small, if we'll our eyes believe. + The swain now praised each charm within his view, + And whatsoe'er his wishes could pursue; + Where hope was strong, and expectation high, + She would not long be cruel and deny. + To give the praise, your due, the lover cried, + And note the beauties that my heart divide, + 'Twould take an age, and I've a single night, + Which surely might be passed with more delight. + The widow smiled; enough it seems was said; + And Reynold shortened--what to nothing led. + In war or love, time equally is dear; + More happy than our spark none could appear; + No point but what he gained; the smiling dame + Resistance only showed to raise the flame; + Nor more nor less; each belle like art has got, + And practises at will, or maid or not. + + BUT truly, it was never my intent + To count each favour she to Reynold lent; + Particulars exact of ev'ry kiss, + And all the preludes incident to bliss; + Both, doubtless, knew more ways than one to please; + And sought, with anxious care, love's charms to seize. + On recollection of the wretched state + In which our traveller had moved of late, + Some favour was bestowed:--there, cried the dame, + Is something to repay the road you came; + This for the cold; that fear; there thieves disgraced; + So, one by one, the whole was soon effaced. + In this way to be paid for ills we meet, + Who'd not be satisfied with boons so sweet? + And we conclude, that Reynold on the spot, + Love's am'rous recompense of pleasures got. + Now easy conversation was renewed; + Then mutual kisses; ev'ry sweet pursued. + 'Twas time for bed; howe'er, the widow fair + Determined that her own the spark should share; + 'Twas prudent, doubtless; like a lady wise; + Gallantly done: one room would well suffice. + + WHAT further passed betwixt the pair that night; + I cannot say, though we'll believe 'twas right; + Between the clothes when laid, and unrestrained, + Most clearly, Reynold all his wishes gained. + There he was recompensed for ev'ry grief; + The lady too, received so much relief, + That she desired his company again, + But still these visits secrets should remain; + 'Twas requisite the governor to see; + Howe'er the dame delighted seemed to be, + And not content with what she had bestowed, + A purse well stored with gold to Reynold showed: + He took no more, indeed, than what would pay + The bare expenses on his homeward way; + Then sought the street that to the tavern led, + Where still his lazy servant was in bed; + The fellow mauled; then changed throughout his dress; + Since to the cloak-bag now he had access. + His fortune to complete, that day they took + The very wretches that he wished to hook. + He to the judge repaired with ev'ry haste; + In such a case you never time should waste; + For, once the things are into court received, + 'Tis like the lion's den: naught e'er 's retrieved; + Their hands are closed, not 'gainst what may be brought + But to secure what from their grasp is sought. + Who seeks redress by law, facts oft have shown, + May bless his stars if he but keep his own. + + THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced, + Was, for their swinging, in the market placed, + ONE of the three harangued the mob around, + (His speech was for the others also found) + Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied, + Repentant and confessed the culprits died. + + WHO, after this, will doubt the pow'r of prayers? + These silly knaves had banished all their cares; + And when at ease they thought to skip and prance, + Were seized and quickly taught another dance. + On t'other hand, where dire distress prevailed, + And death, in various ways, our spark assailed, + A beauty suddenly his senses charmed, + Who might a prelate's bosom have alarmed. + So truly fortunate, indeed, his lot, + Again his money, baggage, horse he got; + And, thank Saint Julian, howsoever tossed, + He passed a, blissful night that nothing cost. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5299.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5299.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..329a80e2b6188a01ca62a8a6153adf4bf25ede5b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5299.txt @@ -0,0 +1,549 @@ + + + + +This eBook was produced by David Widger + + + + + + THE TALES AND NOVELS + OF + J. DE LA FONTAINE + + + + Volume 25. + + Contains: + The Dress-maker + The Gascon + The Pitcher + To Promise is One Thing, to Keep it, Another + The Nightengale + Epitaph of Fontaine + + + + THE DRESS-MAKER + + + A CLOISTERED nun had a lover + Dwelling in the neighb'ring town; + Both racked their brains to discover + How they best their love might crown. + The swain to pass the convent-door!-- + No easy matter!--Thus they swore, + And wished it light.--I ne'er knew a nun + In such a pass to be outdone:-- + In woman's clothes the youth must dress, + And gain admission. I confess + The ruse has oft been tried before, + But it succeeded as of yore. + Together in a close barred cell + The lovers were, and sewed all day, + Nor heeded how time flew away.-- + "What's that I hear? Refection bell! + "'Tis time to part. Adieu!--Farewell!-- + "How's this?" exclaimed the abbess, "why + "The last at table?"--"Madam, I + "Have had my dress-maker."--"The rent + "On which you've both been so intent + "Is hard to stop, for the whole day + "To sew and mend, you made her stay; + "Much work indeed you've had to do! + "--Madam, 't would last the whole night through, + "When in our task we find enjoyment + "There is no end of the employment." + + + + + + + THE GASCON + + + I AM always inclined to suspect + The best story under the sun + As soon as by chance I detect + That teller and hero are one. + + We're all of us prone to conceit, + And like to proclaim our own glory, + But our purpose we're apt to defeat + As actors in chief of our story. + + To prove the truth of what I state + Let me an anecdote relate: + A Gascon with his comrade sat + At tavern drinking. This and that + He vaunted with assertion pat. + From gasconade to gasconade + Passed to the conquests he had made + In love. A buxom country maid, + Who served the wine, with due attention + Lent patient ear to each invention, + And pressed her hands against her side + Her bursting merriment to hide. + To hear our Gascon talk, no Sue + Nor Poll in town but that he knew; + With each he'd passed a blissful night + More to their own than his delight. + This one he loved for she was fair, + That for her glossy ebon hair. + One miss, to tame his cruel rigour, + Had brought him gifts.--She owned his vigour + In short it wanted but his gaze + To set each trembling heart ablaze. + His strength surpassed his luck,--the test-- + In one short night ten times he'd blessed + A dame who gratefully expressed + Her thanks with corresponding zest. + At this the maid burst forth, "What more? + "I never heard such lies before! + "Content were I if at that sport + "I had what that poor dame was short." + + + + + + + THE PITCHER + + + THE simple Jane was sent to bring + Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring; + The matter pressed, no time to waste, + Jane took her jug, and ran in haste + The well to reach, but in her flurry + (The more the speed the worse the hurry), + Tripped on a rolling stone, and broke + Her precious pitcher,--ah! no joke! + Nay, grave mishap! 'twere better far + To break her neck than such a jar! + Her dame would beat and soundly rate her, + No way could Jane propitiate her. + Without a sou new jug to buy! + 'Twere better far for her to die! + O'erwhelmed by grief and cruel fears + Unhappy Jane burst into tears + "I can't go home without the delf," + Sobbed Jane, "I'd rather kill myself; + "So here am I resolved to die." + A friendly neighbour passing by + O'erheard our damsel's lamentation; + And kindly offered consolation: + "If death, sweet maiden, be thy bent, + "I'll aid thee in thy sad intent." + Throwing her down, he drew his dirk, + And plunged it in the maid,--a work + You'll say was cruel,--not so Jane, + Who even seemed to like the pain, + And hoped to be thus stabbed again. + Amid the weary world's alarms, + For some e'en death will have its charms; + "If this, my friend, is how you kill, + "Of breaking jugs I'll have my fill!" + + + + + + + TO PROMISE IS ONE THING + TO KEEP IT, ANOTHER + + + JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; + Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs + All potent spells her heart to gain + The ardent lover vainly tries: + Fruitless his arts to make her waver, + She will not grant the smallest favour: + A ruse our youth resolved to try + The cruel air to mollify:-- + Holding his fingers ten outspread + To Perrette's gaze, and with no dread + "So often," said he, "can I prove, + "My sweet Perrette, how warm my love." + When lover's last avowals fail + To melt the maiden's coy suspicions + A lover's sign will oft prevail + To win the way to soft concessions: + Half won she takes the tempting bait; + Smiles on him, draws her lover nearer, + With heart no longer obdurate + She teaches him no more to fear her- + A pinch,--a kiss,--a kindling eye,-- + Her melting glances,--nothing said.-- + John ceases not his suit to ply + Till his first finger's debt is paid. + A second, third and fourth he gains, + Takes breath, and e'en a fifth maintains. + But who could long such contest wage? + Not I, although of fitting age, + Nor John himself, for here he stopped, + And further effort sudden dropped. + Perrette, whose appetite increased + just as her lover's vigour ceased, + In her fond reckoning defeated, + Considered she was greatly cheated-- + If duty, well discharged, such blame + Deserve; for many a highborn dame + Would be content with such deceit. + But Perrette, as already told, + Out of her count, began to scold + And call poor John an arrant cheat + For promising and not performing. + John calmly listened to her storming, + And well content with work well done, + Thinking his laurels fairly won, + Cooly replied, on taking leave: + "No cause I see to fume and grieve; + "Or for such trifle to dispute; + "To promise and to execute + "Are not the same, be it confessed, + "Suffice it to have done one's best; + "With time I'll yet discharge what's due; + "Meanwhile, my sweet Perrette, adieu!" + + + + + + + THE NIGHTINGALE + + + NO easy matter 'tis to hold, + Against its owner's will, the fleece + Who troubled by the itching smart + Of Cupid's irritating dart, + Eager awaits some Jason bold + To grant release. + E'en dragon huge, or flaming steer, + When Jason's loved will cause no fear. + + Duennas, grating, bolt and lock, + All obstacles can naught avail; + Constraint is but a stumbling block; + For youthful ardour must prevail. + Girls are precocious nowadays, + Look at the men with ardent gaze, + And longings' an infinity; + Trim misses but just in their teens + By day and night devise the means + To dull with subtlety to sleep + The Argus vainly set to keep + In safety their virginity. + Sighs, smiles, false tears, they'll fain employ + An artless lover to decoy. + I'll say no more, but leave to you, + Friend reader, to pronounce if true + What I've asserted when you have heard + How artful Kitty, caged her bird. + + IN a small town in Italy, + The name of which I do not know, + Young Kitty dwelt, gay, pretty, free, + Varambon's child.--Boccacio + Omits her mother's name, which not + To you or me imports a jot. + At fourteen years our Kitty's charms + Were all that could be wished--plump arms, + A swelling bosom; on her cheeks + Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks, + A sparkling eye--all these, you know, + Speak well for what is found below. + With such advantages as these + No virgin sure could fail to please, + Or lack a lover; nor did Kate; + But little time she had to wait; + One soon appeared to seal her fate. + Young Richard saw her, loved her, wooed her-- + What swain I ask could have withstood her? + Soft words, caresses, tender glances, + The battery of love's advances, + Soon lit up in the maiden's breast + The flame which his own heart possessed, + Soon growing to a burning fire + Of love and mutual desire. + Desire for what? My reader knows, + Or if he does not may suppose, + And not be very wond'rous wise. + When youthful lovers mingle sighs, + Believe me, friend, I am not wrong, + For one thing only do they long. + One check deferred our lover's bliss, + A thing quite natural, 'twas this: + The mother loved so well her child + That, fearful she might be beguiled, + She would not let her out of sight, + A single minute, day or night. + At mother's apron string all day + Kate whiled the weary hours away, + And shared her bed all night. Such love + In parents we must all approve, + Though Catherine, I must confess, + In place of so much tenderness + More liberty would have preferred. + To little girls maternal care + In such excess is right and fair, + But for a lass of fourteen years, + For whom one need have no such fears, + Solicitude is quite absurd, + And only bores her. Kitty could + No moment steal, do what she would, + To see her Richard. Sorely vexed + She was, and he still more perplexed. + In spite of all he might devise + A squeeze, a kiss, quick talk of eyes + Was all he could obtain, no more. + Bread butterless, a sanded floor, + It seemed no better. Joy like this + Could not suffice, more sterling bliss + Our lovers wished, nor would stop short + Till they'd obtained the thing they sought. + And thus it came about. One day + By chance they met, alone, away + From jealous parents. "What's the use;" + Said Richard, "of all our affection? + "Of love it is a rank abuse, + "And yields me nothing but dejection + "I see you without seeing you, + "Must always look another way, + "And if we meet I dare not stay, + "Must ev'ry inclination smother. + "I can't believe your love is true; + "I'll never own you really kind + "Unless some certain means you find + "For us to meet without your mother." + Kate answered: "Were it not too plain + "How warm my love, another strain + "I would employ. In converse vain + "Let us not waste our moments few; + "But think what it were best to do." + "If you will please me," Robert said, + "You must contrive to change your bed, + "And have it placed--well, let me see-- + "Moved to the outer gallery, + "Where you will be alone and free. + "We there can meet and chat at leisure + "While others sleep, nor need we fear, + "Of merry tales I have a treasure + "To tell, but cannot tell them here." + Kate smiled at this for she knew well + What sort of tales he had to tell; + But promised she would do her best + And soon accomplish his request. + It was not easy, you'll admit, + But love lends foolish maidens wit; + And this is how she managed it. + The whole night long she kept awake, + Snored, sighed and kicked, as one possessed, + That parents both could get not rest, + So much she made the settle shake. + This is not strange. A longing girl, + With thoughts of sweetheart in her head, + In bed all night will sleepless twirl. + A flea is in her ear, 'tis said. + The morning broke. Of fleas and heat + Kitty complained. "Let me entreat, + "O mother, I may put my bed + "Out in the gallery," she said, + "'Tis cooler there, and Philomel + "Who warbles in the neigh'bring dell + "Will solace me." Ready consent + The simple mother gave, and went + To seek her spouse. "Our Kate, my dear, + "Will change her bed that she may hear + "The nightingale, and sleep more cool." + "Wife," said the good man, "You're a fool, + "And Kate too with her nightingale; + "Don't tell me such a foolish tale. + "She must remain. No doubt to-night + "Will fresher be. I sleep all right + "In spite of heat, and so can she. + "Is she more delicate than me?" + Incensed was Kate by this denial + After so promising a trial, + Nor would be beat, but firmly swore + To give more trouble than before. + That night again no wink she slept + But groaned and fretted, sighed and wept, + Upon her couch so tossed and turned, + The anxious mother quite concerned + Again her husband sought. "Our Kate + "To me seems greatly changed of late. + "You are unkind," she said to him, + "To thwart her simple, girlish whim. + "Why may she not her bed exchange, + "In naught will it the house derange? + "Placed in the passage she's as near + "To us as were she lying here. + "You do not love your child, and will + "With your unkindness make her ill." + "Pray cease," the husband cried, "to scold + "And take your whim. I ne'er could hold + "My own against a screaming wife; + "You'll drive me mad, upon my life. + "Her belly-full our Kate may get + "Of nightingale or of linnet." + The thing was settled. Kate obeyed, + And in a trice her bed was made, + And lover signalled. Who shall say + How long to both appeared that day, + That tedious day! But night arrived + And Richard too; he had contrived + By ladder, and a servant's aid, + To reach the chamber of the maid. + To tell how often they embraced, + How changed in form their tenderness, + Would lead to nothing but a waste + Of time, my readers will confess. + The longest, most abstruse discourse + Would lack precision, want the force + Their youthful ardour to portray. + To understand there's but one way-- + Experience. The nightingale + Sang all night long his pleasing tale, + And though he made but little noise, + The lass was satisfied. Her joys + So exquisite that she averred + The other nightingale, the bird + Who warbles to the woods his bliss, + Was but an ass compared with this. + But nature could not long maintain + Of efforts such as these the strain; + Their forces spent, the lovers twain + In fond embrace fell fast asleep + Just as the dawn began to peep: + The father as he left his bed + By curiosity was led + To learn if Kitty soundly slept, + And softly to the passage crept. + "I'll see the influence," he said, + "Of nightingale and change of bed." + With bated breath, upon tip toes, + Close to the couch he cautious goes + Where Kitty lay in calm repose. + Excessive heat had made all clothes + Unbearable. The sleeping pair + Had cast them off, and lay as bare + As our first happy parents were + In Paradise. But in the place + Of apple, in her willing hand + Kate firmly grasp the magic wand + Which served to found the human race, + The which to name were a disgrace, + Though dames the most refined employ it; + Desire it, and much enjoy it, + If good Catullus tells us true. + The father scarce believed his view, + But keeping in his bosom pent + His anger, to his wife he went, + And said, "Get up, and come with me. + "At present I can plainly see + "Why Kate had such anxiety + "To hear the nightingale, for she + "To catch the bird so well has planned + "That now she holds him in her hand." + The mother almost wept for glee. + "A nightingale, oh! let me see. + "How large is he, and can he sing, + "And will he breed, the pretty thing? + "How did she catch him, clever child?" + Despite his grief the good man smiled. + "Much more than you expect you'll see. + "But hold your tongue, and come with me; + "For if your chattering is heard, + "Away will fly the timid bird; + "And you will spoil our daughter's game." + Who was surprised? It was the dame. + Her anger burst into a flame + As she the nightingale espied + Which Kitty held; she could have cried, + And scolded, called her nasty slut, + And brazen hussey, bitch, and--but + Her husband stopped her. "What's the use + "Of all your scolding and abuse? + "The mischief's done, in vain may you + "From now till doomsday fret and stew, + "Misfortune done you can't undo, + "But something may be done to mend: + "For notary this instant send, + "Bid holy priest and mayor attend. + "For their good offices I wait + "To set this nasty matter straight." + As he discoursed, Richard awoke, + And seeing that the sun had broke, + These troubled words to Kitty spoke + "Alas, my love, 'tis broad day light, + "How can I now effect my flight?" + "All will go well," rejoined the sire, + "I will not grumble, my just ire + "Were useless here; you have committed + "A wrong of which to be acquitted, + "Richard, there is one only way, + "My child you wed without delay. + "She's well brought up, young, full of health + "If fortune has not granted wealth, + "Her beauty you do not deny, + "So wed her, or prepare to die." + To hesitate in such a case + Would surely have been out of place + The girl he loved to take to wife, + Or in his prime to lose his life, + The point in truth needs no debate, + Nor did our Richard hesitate. + Besides, the most supreme delight + Of life he'd tasted one short night, + But one, in lovely Kitty's arms; + Could he so soon resign her charms! + While Richard, pleased with his escape + From what he feared an awkward scrape, + Was dreaming of his happy choice, + Our Kitty, by her father's voice + Awakened, from her hand let go + The cause of all her joy and woe, + And round her naked beauties wound + The sheet picked up from off the ground: + Meanwhile the notary appears + To put an end to all their fears. + They wrote, they signed, the sealed--and thus + The wedding ended free from fuss. + They left the happy couple there. + His satisfaction to declare, + Thus spoke their father to the pair: + "Take courage, children, have no care; + "The nightingale in cage is pent, + "May sing now to his heart's content." + + + + + + + EPITAPH OF LA FONTAINE + MADE BY HIMSELF + + + JOHN, as he came, so went away, + Consuming capital and pay, + Holding superfluous riches cheap; + The trick of spending time he knew, + Dividing it in portions two, + For idling one, and one for sleep. + + + THE END. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53034.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53034.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bcf3a467155b6f9c3bfc74ee7c64976a19c685fd --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53034.txt @@ -0,0 +1,221 @@ + + + THE GOD-PLLLNK + + BY JEROME BIXBY + + [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from + Worlds of Tomorrow December 1963 + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that + the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + + + + Astronauts and cosmonauts! When you finally reach + Mars, please be very careful what you look like! + + +In the shadows of a crater-wall on Phobos, moon of Mars, Grg and Yrl +waited to greet the God. + +If the God continued its present rate of approach, it would land within +moments. + +Grg and Yrl had journeyed all night, with their eyes on that distant +glinting speck in the sky. Over cold-crusted sand dunes and jagged +crater walls they had flowed, crept, bounded, oozed, toward the spot +where the God must land if its course held true. + +Grg was a Fsgh, which is the equivalent of High Priest, Yrl was a +Ffssgghh, or Much Higher Priest. The best wishes of their people had +gone with them on their tremendous mission. + +Now, at the place, they trembled in every tentacle as they peered +upward. The rust-red orb of Mars rode the black horizon. + +Mars was, as Grg and Yrl had learned from their Elders and now taught +their Youngers, the stern Seeing-All Eye of It Who Was the Universe. + +From that great Eye, a day ago, had sprung a shining Messenger, an +Emissary, a God that must be coming on a purposeful visit. + +It had been detected at the half-way point of its trip. But there +could be no doubt regarding its origin, its nature, its destination-- + +For, in the matter of form, the God was a close replica of Grg and +Yrl--of all the creatures of their race! It was octopidal, with sinewy +double tentacles, and a thinking trunk, and a reproduction pouch! + +The only significant difference was that the God gleamed mysteriously, +as if its angular, hard-line representation of normal form were cast in +shining stone. As it flew it reflected starlight--and the red glow of +the Universal Eye behind it--from its sleek surfaces. + +Grg and Yrl blinked their own dull-surfaced, astronomically +far-sighted, rust-red eyes at each other in supreme excitement and +anticipation. + +What would the God tell them? What would it reveal? Would it divulge +the Cosmic Secret? Would it tell them the place and destiny of their +lowly race? Had it come to punish them for not being good enough, for +over-reproducing, for worshipping improperly? + +From a selfish standpoint, it might even tell them how to get rid of +the _plllnk_--a subject of constant prayer. + +How smoothly it flew! While Grg and Yrl and their people could bound +about with a great agility in Phobos' light gravity, they could not +_fly_. + +"How wonderful it would be to fly," said Yrl. + +"Perhaps," said Grg, "we have been found ready to be taught!" + +Then Grg twitched as a _plllnk_ bit him, just under the front left +double-tentacle. He combed the light fur there, found the _plllnk_, +and shredded it, casting the pieces round-about so that no two of them +might combine to form another _plllnk_. + +How wonderful it would be also if the God could tell them how to get +rid of the itching, crawling, parasitic _plllnk_, whose bite, in +sufficient numbers, was often fatal!... + +The God began to land. + +It shot red flame downward from its mouth, on the underside of its +gleaming body. Red flickers and sharp-edged black shadows danced about +the two who waited below. They shrank back, fearful that the display +might be a disapproving communication--yet they held their ground, +knowing they had lived good lives and deserved no condemnation on any +score they could imagine. + +The God lowered, on its belching tongue of flame--the flame that seemed +a tiny part, a sliver, of the Universal Eye that Watched. + +Strange marks were on the side of the God's body. They were: 1st MARS +EXPEDITION--U. S. SPACE FORCE--PLANET-TO-SATELLITE CREWBOAT NO. 2. + + * * * * * + +The last few moments of the God's descent were quite rapid. +Simultaneously, the darting red flames seemed to lessen in intensity +and length. Then, at the second of impact, they brightened again to +previous power--but too late. The impact was hard. + +Grg and Yrl gasped as one of the God's double-tentacles buckled, +crumpled, with a glinting of shiny-hard material. The flames stopped. + +The God, unable to remain erect with its injury, slowly toppled. Its +body thudded silently, stirring pumice dust. It was motionless. + +Grg and Yrl stared at each other. + +Was the God fatally injured? Dying? Dead? (For a broken tentacle meant +that fluids would seep out, and soon the dry-death would occur.) + +The God stirred. + +It braced two sets of tentacles against the ground, as if trying +to push itself erect. The effort was not successful. Again it +was motionless. The two double-tentacles remained outstretched, +however--and they pointed at the shadows where Grg and Yrl waited and +watched. + +Grg and Yrl sighed in relief. + +The God had assumed conversation-position. + +It must have healed its broken tentacle--truly a God! Soon it would be +as good as new; for otherwise, agony would forbid conversation. + +It was ready to address them. Now. + +This was the greatest moment of Grg's and Yrl's lives. + +They waited for the God to speak. + +It was silent. + +A long time passed. The God remained motionless, though in +conversation-position, and silent. A _very_ long time passed. + +Then a tiny hole appeared in the God's side. It grew +larger--larger--and then it stopped growing larger. + +Something appeared at the hole. It paused, then dropped to the surface +of Phobos, where it began to crawl about. + +It bore considerable resemblance to a _plllnk_, except for its +shiny-wrinkled grey skin (_plllnks_ were purple.) And this thing was +huge--_Huge_. It was one-fifth the size of the God's body. + +Caught by horror, and fearing the worst, Grg and Yrl waited for the God +to speak. + +(_Damn_, John Cotter was thinking. _That was a neat bit of sloppiness, +that landing.... Carruthers will chew me out and in again!_ Pause: +_Holy cats, I hope the radio isn't busted, or I'll have a helluva wait +before they follow up and find me!..._) + + * * * * * + +The God was dead. + +Killed by the giant _plllnk_--a scourge from which, evidently, even +the Gods were not spared. The huge _plllnk_, even now creeping +around--wrinkle-skinned and detestable, its coloration the same as the +God's; the most loathsome sight imaginable ... a god-_plllnk_! + +Grg and Yrl moved into view, from the shadows of the crater wall. +Their thinking trunks tingled with misery, sorrow, bitter anger and +disappointment. + +The _plllnk_ stopped, having sensed them. Then it darted for the hole +it had eaten in the God. + +Yrl moved to intercept it. The _plllnk_ changed course and headed +swiftly up a sand dune. With a great bound, impelled by outrage, Yrl +was upon it. + +While Grg touched tentacles with the dead God, in reverent mourning, +in terrible sorrow, in loss, in supplication, Yrl shredded the +god-_plllnk_. + + * * * * * + +Two days later, a second God was detected. It silently circled Phobos +from the Universal Eye. + +It did not land. It silently circled Phobos, and then returned to the +Eye. + +Within the day, it was back, in the company of eleven other Gods. They +landed. Joyfully, mortals went forth to meet them. + +It was quite a battle while it lasted. + +Joy quickly ended, as the Gods died one by one, each of them showing +the holes eaten in their sides by the insatiable _plllnks_. + +Likewise, eventually, died all the _plllnks_, which presumably had +killed the Gods. They fought with strange white flares and crackling +blue flashes, which only tickled the hides of the faithful. Then they +were shredded. + +Religious beliefs on Phobos underwent certain basic changes. Such as: +the Gods, or at least their Messengers, were known not to be immortal. + +Nor were the special variety of _plllnk_ which afflicted them.... + +On Earth, twenty years afterward, word is anxiously awaited of the 4th +Mars Expedition. + +END + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53045.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53045.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2e7a87b452bca6a5fbbc44e4cb9271f43d8a6ce8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53045.txt @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ + + + THE MASKED WORLD + + BY JACK WILLIAMSON + + [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from + Worlds of Tomorrow October 1963 + Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that + the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] + + + + + The planet hid itself from the Earthmen--and + what lay behind the mask was fierce and deadly! + + +The planet wore a mask. + +At ten million miles, it was a sullen yellow eye. At one million, a +scarred and evil leer. Outside the smoking circle our landing-jets had +sterilized, it was a hideous veil of hairy black tentacles and huge +sallow blooms, hiding the riddle of its sinister genes. + +On most worlds that we astronauts have found, the life is vaguely like +our own. Similar nucleotides are linked along similar helical chains of +DNA, carrying similar genetic messages. A similar process replicates +the chains when the cells divide, to carry the complex blue-prints for +a particular root or eye or wing accurately down across ten thousand +generations. + +But even the genes were different here--enormously complicated. Here +the simplest-seeming weed had more and longer chains of DNA than +anything we had seen before. What was their message? + +We had come to read it, with our new genetic micro-probe. A hundred +precious tons of microscopic electronic gear, it was designed to +observe and manipulate the smallest units of life. It could reach even +those strange genes. + +That was our mission. + +Ours was the seventh survey ship to approach the planet. Six before us +had been lost without trace. We were to find out why. + +Our pilot was Lance Llandark. A lean hard man, silent and cold as the +gray-cased micro-probe. We hated him--until someone learned why he had +volunteered to come. + +His wife had been pilot of the ship before us. When we knew that, we +began to hear the hidden tension in his tired voice, monotonously +calling on every band: "Come in, Six.... Come in Six...." + +Six never came in. + + * * * * * + +For two days, we watched the planet. The shallow ditch our jets had +dug. The charred stumps. The jungle beyond--the visible mask of those +monstrous genes--rank, dark, utterly alien. + +At the third dawn, Lance Llandark took two of us out in a 'copter. +Flying a grid over the landing area, we mapped six shallow pock-marks +on that scowling wilderness, where our ships must have landed. + +We dropped into the newest crater, where black stumps jutted like +broken teeth out of queerly bare red muck. A yellow-scummed stream +oozed across it. By the stream we found a fine-boned human skeleton. + +A nightmare plant stood guard beside the bones. Its thick leaves were +strangely streaked, twisted with vegetable agony, half poison spine and +half blighted bloom. Shapeless blobs of rotting fruit were falling from +it over those slender bones. + +Lance Llandark stood up. + +"Her turquoise thunderbird." He showed us the bit of blackened silver +and blue-veined stone. "Back on Terra.... Back when we were student +pilots.... We bought it from an Indian in an old, old town called Sante +Fe." + +He bent again. + +"Lilith?" he whispered. "Lilith, what killed you?" + +We found no other bones, nothing even to tell us what force or poison +kept the creeping jungle back from that solitary plant. We left at +dusk. Tenderly, Lance Llandark brought the gathered bones. Carefully we +carried a few leaves and dried pods from that crazy sentinel plant. We +found no other clue. + +Patiently, day by forty-hour day, we searched the other sites. We found +jet marks and stumps and teeming weeds, but nothing like that tormented +nightmare over Lilith Llandark's skeleton. We found no wreckage. +Nothing to show how the planet had murdered the lost expeditions. + +Day by eternal day, the unknown leered from the secret places of its +genes. It was all vegetable. We saw no animal movement, heard no cry or +insect hum. The silence became suffocating. + +Day after desperate day, we returned to the micro-probe. + +"The answer's in the genes," Lance Llandark whispered grimly. "We've no +other chance." + +He kept the probe running on the strangest genes of all; those from the +plant nightmare that had grown beside his wife. They were like nothing +else on the planet. The double-stranded chains of DNA were monstrously +long; many of the nucleotide links held copper or arsenic atoms. + +"Queer!" Lance kept muttering. "No copper or arsenic in other plants +here. I'd like to know why." + + * * * * * + +He was running when we heard the woman scream. In that stifling quiet, +her cry unnerved us all. We crowded down to the lock. + +Tattered, stained with blood-colored juices, she slipped through those +coiled, constricting creepers. She splashed out into the open ditch, +waving a filthy rag. Halfway to the ship, she fell into the mud. + +Lance Llandark led three of us to bring her in. She whimpered and +looked up. Tears streaked the grime on her wasted face. + +"Lance!" she gasped. "My dear." + +"Lilith--" But he shrank back suddenly. "I found Lilith dead!" + +"I am nearly dead." She tried weakly to get up. "You see, we're all +marooned out there in the bush. Emergency landing, when we tried to get +off. Wrecked our astrogation gear. Need your spare astro-pilot--" + +"Back." He swung on us. "Back aboard!" + +"What's wrong?" We were stunned, "She's your wife--" + +"Aboard! Instanter!" + +We obeyed his deadly voice. + +"Help--" she whispered faintly behind us in the mud. "Survivors--need +astro-pilot-to plot our way home--" + +The clanging lock cut off her voice. + +Angrily we turned on Lance Llandark. + +"Hold it!" he snapped. "I'm not crazy--the planet is. Come along to the +micro-probe. I'm probing a seed from the plant we found by Lilith's +bones. It puzzled me. So much of it was--" + +In spite of the tension, he had to grope for a word to express meaning. + +"Arbitrary! Those shapeless leaves, twisted stalk, that sterile seed. +The copper and arsenic in those needless links. Too many genes had no +function. No use at all! + +"I'd just got the key, when that thing screamed. The copper and arsenic +atoms are not genetic instructions to the plant. They're a message to +us--words replicated a trillion times, and concealed in every cell of +the plant!" + +"Words?" someone whispered blankly. "Words in the atoms?" + +"Written in binary code." His scowl was bleakly triumphant. "That +weed's a mutant, you see. The real Lilith formed the first cell with +her micro-probe. She left it--I suppose in her own body--as a message +that no pseudo-Lilith could intercept." + +Outside that something screamed again. + +"Call each copper atom a dot," he whispered. "Call each arsenic a dash. +Taken in order along the chains of DNA, they do encode a message. The +computer's decoding it now." + +He punched a button, and the printer whirred. + +TO WHOEVER COMES.... GIVE NO AID TO ANYONE.... GET OFF THIS PLANET.... +ITS LIFE IS PSEUDOMORPHIC.... DON'T LET IT LEAVE.... JUST TAKE MY +LOVE TO LANCE LLANDARK.... FROM LILITH, HIS WIFE.... AND GET OFF THIS +PLANET, FAST.... + +Outside, it uttered a frantic, bubbling screech. + +We did get off the planet, and we expect to stay away. + +END + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53103.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53103.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7914b7025db14fbaedf05f9cf780d4777fb73284 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53103.txt @@ -0,0 +1,384 @@ + + + _THE_ + + _BANBURY CROSS_ + + _SERIES_ + + + + Prepared for children by Grace Rhys + + + + + + ÆSOP'S FABLES + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + ÆSOP'S + FABLES + + + + [Illustration] + + + ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES ROBINSON + + + [Illustration] + + + LONDON + + PUBLISHED BY + + IMDENT & CO + + AT + + ALDINE HOUSE + OVER AGAINST + + GREAT EASTERN ST EC + + MDCCCXCV + + [Illustration] + + + + [Illustration] + + + To Enid. + + + Enid, this is Æsop's house, + And the cover is the door; + When the rains of winter pour, + Then the Lion and the Mouse, + And the Frogs that asked a king, + And all the Beasts with curious features, + That talk just like us human creatures, + Open it, and ask you in! + + G. R. + + + + + + THE DAW IN BORROWED FEATHERS + + +[Illustration: The Daw in Borrowed Feathers] + +A conceited jackdaw was vain enough to imagine that he wanted nothing +but the coloured plumes to make him as beautiful a bird as the Peacock. +Puffed up with this wise conceit, he dressed himself with a quantity +of their finest feathers, and in this borrowed garb, leaving his old +companions, tried to pass for a peacock; but he no sooner attempted +to stray with these splendid birds, than an affected strut betrayed +the sham. The offended peacocks fell upon him with their beaks, and +soon stripped him of his finery. Having turned him again into a mere +jackdaw, they drove him back to his brethren. + +[Illustration] + +But they, remembering what airs he had once given himself, would not +permit him to flock with them again, and treated him with well-deserved +contempt. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE SUN AND THE WIND + + +[Illustration: The Sun and The Wind] + +[Illustrations] + +A dispute once arose between the Sun and the Wind, which was the +stronger of the two, and they agreed to count this as proof, that +whichever soonest made a traveller take off his cloak, should be held +the most powerful. The wind began, and blew with all his might and main +a blast, cold and fierce as a winter storm; but the stronger he blew, +the closer the traveller wrapped his cloak about him, and the tighter +he grasped it with his hands. Then broke out the sun: with his welcome +beams he chased away the vapour and the cold; the traveller felt the +pleasant warmth, and as the sun shone brighter and brighter, he sat +down, overcome by the heat, and cast aside the cloak that all the +blustering rage of the wind could not compel him to lay down. "Learn +from this," said the sun to the wind, "that soft and gentle means will +often bring about, what force and fury never can. " + +[Illustration] + + + + THE DOG IN THE MANGER + + +[Illustration: The Dog in The Manger] + +[Illustration] + +A dog made his bed in a manger, and lay snarling and growling to keep +the horses from their provender. "See," said one of them, "what a +miserable cur! who neither can eat corn himself, nor will allow those +to eat it who can." + + + + MERCURY AND THE WOODMAN + +[Illustration: Mercury and the Woodman] + +A woodman was felling a tree on the bank of a river; and by chance +let his axe slip from his hand, which dropped into the water and +immediately sank to the bottom. Being therefore in great distress, he +sat down by the side of the stream and bewailed his loss. Upon this, +Mercury, whose river it was, had compassion on him, and appearing +before him asked the cause of his sorrow. On hearing it, he dived to +the bottom of the river, and coming up again, showed the man a golden +hatchet, and asked if that were his. He said that it was not. Then +Mercury dived a second time, and brought up a silver one. The woodman +refused it, saying again that this was not his. So he dived a third +time, and brought up the very axe that had been lost. + +"That is mine!" said the Woodman, delighted to have his own again. +Mercury was so pleased with his honesty that he made him a present of +the other two, as a reward for his just dealing. + +[Illustrations] + +The man goes to his companions, and giving them an account of what had +happened to him, one of them determined to try whether he might not +have the like good fortune. So he went presently to the river's side +and let his axe fall on purpose into the stream. Then he sat down on +the bank and made a great show of weeping. Mercury appeared as before, +and diving, brought up a golden axe. When he asked if that were the +one that was lost, "Aye, surely!" said the man, and snatched at it +greedily. But Mercury, to punish his impudence and lying, not only +refused to give him that, but would not so much as let him have his own +axe again. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE FOX AND THE STORK + + +[Illustration: The Fox and The Stork] + +[Illustrations] + +A fox one day invited a Stork to dinner, and being disposed to divert +himself at the expense of his guest, provided nothing for dinner +but some thin soup in a shallow dish. This the Fox lapped up very +readily, while the Stork, unable to gain a mouthful with her long +narrow bill, was as hungry at the end of dinner as when she began. The +Fox, meanwhile, said he was very sorry to see her eat so sparingly, +and hoped that the dish was seasoned to her mind. The Stork, seeing +that she was played upon, took no notice of it, but pretended to +enjoy herself extremely; and at parting begged the Fox to return the +visit. So he agreed to dine with her the next day. He arrived in good +time, and dinner was ordered forthwith; but when it was served up, he +found to his dismay, that it was nothing but minced meat in a tall, +narrow-necked jar. Down this the Stork easily thrust her long neck and +bill, while the Fox had to content himself with licking the outside of +the jar. "I am very glad," said the Stork, "that you seem to have so +good an appetite; and I hope you will make as hearty a dinner at my +table as I did the other day at yours." At this the Fox hung down his +head and showed his teeth--"Nay, nay," said the Stork, "don't pretend +to be out of humour about the matter; they that cannot take a jest +should never make one." + +[Illustration] + + + + THE ANTS AND THE GRASSHOPPER + + +[Illustration: The Ants and the Grasshopper] + +[Illustration] + +On a cold frosty day in winter, the Ants were dragging out some of +the corn which they had laid up in summer-time, so as to air it. The +Grasshopper, half-starved with hunger, begged the ants to give him a +morsel of it to save his life. "Nay," said they, "but you should have +worked in the summer, and you would not have wanted in winter." + +[Illustration] + +"Well," says the Grasshopper, "but I was not idle either, for I sung +out the whole season!" "Nay, then," said the Ants," you'll do well to +make a merry year of it, and dance in winter to the tune that you sung +in summer. " + +[Illustration] + + + + THE LION AND THE MOUSE + + +[Illustration: The Lion and The Mouse] + + +A lion was sleeping in his lair, when a Mouse, not looking where he +was going, ran over the mighty beast's nose and awakened him. The +Lion clapped his paw on the frightened little creature, and was about +to make an end of him in a moment, when the Mouse, in pitiable tone, +begged him to spare one who had done him wrong without being aware. The +Lion looking kindly on his little prisoner's fright, generously let him +go. Now it happened, no long time after, that the Lion, while ranging +the woods for his prey, fell into the toils of the hunters; and finding +himself entangled without hope of escape, set up a roar that filled the +whole forest with its echo. The Mouse, quickly recognising the Lion's +voice, ran to the spot, and without more ado set to work to nibble the +knot in the cord that bound him, and in a short time, set him free; +thus showing him that kindness is seldom thrown away, and that there is +no creature so much below another but that he may have it in his power +to return a good deed. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE CROW AND THE PITCHER + + +[Illustration: The Crow and The Pitcher] + +A crow, ready to die with thirst, flew with joy to a Pitcher, which he +saw at a distance. But when he came up to it, he found the water so +low that with all his stooping and straining he was unable to reach +it. Thereupon he tried to break the Pitcher; then to overturn it; but +his strength was not sufficient to do either. At last, seeing some +small pebbles lie near the place, he cast them one by one into the +Pitcher; and thus, by degrees, raised the water up to the very brim, +and quenched his thirst. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE FROGS ASKING FOR A KING + + +[Illustration: The Frogs asking for a King] + +Long ago, when the Frogs were all at liberty in the lakes, and had +grown quite weary of following every one his own devices, they +assembled one day together and with a great clamour petitioned Jupiter +to let them have a king to keep them in better order and make them lead +honester lives. Jupiter, knowing their foolishness, smiled at their +request, and threw down a log into the lake, which by the huge splash +and commotion it made, sent the whole nation of Frogs into the greatest +terror and amazement. They rushed under the water and into the mud, +and dared not come within a leap's-length of the spot where it lay. At +length one Frog bolder than the rest ventured to pop his head above the +water, and take a look at their new king from a respectful distance. +Presently when they saw the log lie stock-still, others began to swim +up to it and around it, till by degrees growing bolder and bolder, they +at last leaped upon it and treated it with the greatest contempt. Full +of disgust for so tame a ruler, they carried a petition a second time +to Jupiter for another and more active King. Upon which he sent them +a stork, who had no sooner come among them, than he began laying hold +of them, and devouring them one by one as fast as he could, and it was +in vain that they tried to escape him. Then they sent Mercury with a +private message to Jupiter, begging him to take pity on them once more; +but Jupiter replied that they were only suffering the punishment due to +their folly, and that another time they would learn to let well alone, +and not be dissatisfied with their natural state. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE FOX AND THE GRAPES + + +[Illustration: The Fox and the Grapes] + +A fox, very hungry, chanced to come into a vineyard, where there hung +many bunches of charming ripe grapes; but nailed up to a trellis so +high, that he leaped till he quite tired himself without being able to +reach one of them. At last, "Let who will take them!" says he; "they +are but green and sour; so I'll even let them alone." + +[Illustration] + + + + THE WOLF AND THE LAMB + + +[Illustration: The Wolf and the Lamb] + +[Illustration] + +As a Wolf was lapping at the head of a running brook, he spied a stray +Lamb paddling, at some distance down the stream. Having made up his +mind to make his dinner off her, he bethought himself how he might +begin the quarrel. "Wretch," said he to her, "how dare you muddle the +water that I am drinking?" "Indeed," said the Lamb humbly, "I do not +see how I can disturb the water, since it runs from you to me, not +from me to you." "Be that as it may," replied the Wolf, "it was but a +year ago that you called me many ill names." "Oh, sir," said the Lamb +trembling, "a year ago I was not born." "No matter, it was your father +then, or some of your relations," and immediately seizing the innocent +Lamb, he tore her to pieces. + +[Illustration] + + + + THE FOX AND THE CROW + + +[Illustration: The Fox and the Crow] + +A crow had snatched a piece of cheese out of a cottage window, and +flew up with it into a high tree, that she might eat it at her ease. A +Fox having spied her came and sat underneath and began to pay the Crow +compliments on her beauty. "Why," said he, "I never saw it before, but +your feathers are of a more delicate white than any that ever I saw in +my life! Ah! what a fine shape and graceful neck is there! And I have +no doubt but you have a tolerable voice. If it is but as fine as your +complexion, I do not know a bird that can match you." + +The Crow, tickled with this very civil language, nestled and wriggled +about, and hardly knew where she was. But thinking the Fox a little +doubtful as to the quality of her voice, and having a mind to set him +right in the matter, she began to sing, and in the same instant, down +dropped the cheese; which the Fox presently chopped up, and then bade +her remember that whatever he had said of her beauty, he had spoken +nothing yet of her brains. + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration: The End of it all.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53135.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53135.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c9d11010e744da2989bb144c636d3128fee0699b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53135.txt @@ -0,0 +1,378 @@ + + + _Views of the + Halifax Catastrophe_ + Showing Effects of Explosion + _December Sixth ❧ 1917_ + + H. H. MARSHALL Ltd., Publishers’ Agents + Sole Distributers + Halifax, Canada + + PUBLISHED BY ROYAL PRINT & LITHO Limited + HALIFAX, Canada + + + + + _The Halifax Catastrophe_ + + + ¶ Forty Views—showing extent of damage + in Canada’s historic city as the result + of terrific explosion on Thursday, + December 6th, 1917, which killed 1500 + men, women and children; injured 3000 + and rendered 6000 homeless; causing + property damage of nearly $50,000,000 + + Issued by ROYAL PRINT & LITHO LTD. + HALIFAX, CANADA + + Copyrighted 1917 + + + + + INTRODUCTION + + +Thursday, December sixth, 1917, will be ever memorable as the date of +the great disaster which, with catastrophic suddenness, burst upon the +beautiful and old historic city of Halifax, causing widespread +destruction, death and desolation, the magnitude of which finds no +parallel in our history. The fateful morning dawned both fine and fair, +and the normal activities of the busy city were set in motion for the +day. No one dreamed that in the magnificent harbor of Halifax the +opening scene in a terrible drama of tragedy was already staged. + +Proceeding up the harbor, and making for Bedford Basin, was the French +steamer “Mont Blanc,” carrying a deck cargo of benzine and an under +cargo of some three thousand tons of nitro-glycerine, and the world’s +most powerful explosive, “T. N. T.” Leaving the upper harbor and +steaming at slow speed was the Norwegian steamer “Imo,” with a cargo of +relief for the war sufferers of Belgium. Slowly the two vessels +approached each other; nearer and nearer they drew, reaching the Narrows +between the harbor and Bedford Basin, at which point they should have +passed. Then happened the inexplicable—save for the fatal phrase +“Someone had blundered”! The Norwegian vessel collided with the “Mont +Blanc,” and almost immediately her deck cargo of benzine caught fire and +a few minutes later, at five minutes past nine to be exact, the three +thousand tons of high explosives aboard exploded with a dull +reverberating roar and a crash that defies description. In a second of +time it was as though a fierce tornado had swept the City. The whole +North End, practically two square miles of territory, became a burning +ruin. A considerable section of the water front was completely +shattered, and all over the city, public buildings and private dwellings +were wrecked, and not a window remained anywhere intact. + +The preponderating magnitude of the calamity can be somewhat realized by +the terrible toll of dead and wounded. The casualties were truly +appalling—1,200 dead, 2,000 or more wounded, and 6,000 rendered +homeless. Property damage was estimated to be between Forty and Fifty +Million Dollars. + +The scenes following the great convulsion are utterly beyond the power +of language to describe. Chaos reigned supreme, and our vocabulary fails +to depict the heart-rending scenes witnessed on the streets and in the +hastily improvised hospitals and morgues. Gallant acts of amazing +heroism are recorded, and Halifax will never fully know all she owes to +the military and naval forces stationed in the city for their +magnificent services, so promptly rendered in the hour of her dire +disaster. + +No sooner had the appalling news flashed across the cables than messages +of sympathy and offers of practical aid poured in from all parts of the +Dominion and the U. S. A. The local Relief Committee was inspired and +heartened by the prompt despatch from Boston of a special relief train, +bringing a corps of doctors, surgeons, and Red Cross nurses with full +equipment, under the direction of Hon. A. C. Ratchesky, the personal +representative of Governor McCall of Massachusetts. Premier Borden +arrived in Halifax on Friday morning, and issued the following statement +expressive of the keen appreciation which all Canada felt at the +magnanimous assistance of the American people: + + “The people of Canada are profoundly grateful for the generous + sympathy of the people of the United States in the terrible disaster + which has overtaken the City of Halifax, and they most deeply + appreciate the splendid aid which has been offered and sent from so + many communities of our great kindred nation.” + +In an incredibly short space of time, considering the tremendous nature +of the calamity, confusion took on the semblance of order, and the eager +hands of willing citizens were busily engaged under the direction of +committees in ministering to the maimed and injured, reverent burial of +the untimely dead, catering for the hungry and providing for the +thousands rendered destitute and homeless through the sudden stroke of +swift catastrophe which has laid the city low. + +Not yet, at this hour of writing, has Halifax recovered fully from the +shattering blow of that fateful Thursday, the sixth of December; but +with optimistic fortitude, with courage and with ardor, is already +grappling with the Herculean task of reconstruction; and thus it is that +the gloom of the present is even now radiantly relieved with the gleam +of a splendid vision—The Greater Halifax of Tomorrow. Surely here is +ample evidence that there is something in man, frail and human as he is, +which nevertheless defies and rises above catastrophe. + + HAROLD T. ROE. + + Halifax, December 14th, 1917. + +[Illustration: + + This picture was taken at the corner of Queen and Green Streets, three + miles from the scene of the disaster, a few minutes after the + explosion, and shows the cloud of smoke from the explosion. +] + +[Illustration: + + This picture shows another view of the cloud of smoke from the + explosion. This smoke cloud swept over the north end of the city and + was visible in all sections of Halifax for more than a quarter of an + hour. + + By courtesy of G. V. D. V. +] + +[Illustration: + + In one brief minute this home was smashed to atoms. Furniture and + bathtub can be seen mixed up in the debris. +] + +[Illustration: + + This view is looking down on the roof of North Street Station and + shows how that building was battered up. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is an interior view of North Street Station after the explosion + showing the roof smashed in and wreckage trains carrying debris + away. +] + +[Illustration: + + All that is left of St. Joseph’s Church. +] + +[Illustration: + + Ruins at Richmond. This picture was taken shortly after the explosion. +] + +[Illustration: + + All that is left of a residential section in the North End. +] + +[Illustration: + + The havoc wrought among stores and homes on Gottingen Street. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is a view of Roome Street School in the heart of the devastated + area. As can be seen this building was completely wrecked. +] + +[Illustration: + + Crowds swarming into Chebucto Road School to identify the dead. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is a view of the new Alexander McKay School. It now resembles a + shell-torn building in Flanders. +] + +[Illustration: + + Crashing chimneys fell on the sick and dying and added to the awful + horror of the explosion. +] + +[Illustration: + + Motor lorries conveying the wounded to the new Military Hospital on + Camp Hill. +] + +[Illustration: + + This picture shows wreckage of Fire Chief Condon’s automobile after + the explosion. +] + +[Illustration: + + This picture shows the post office and customs house before the + explosion. Although these buildings are located two miles from the + scene of the explosion, they were more or less damaged. +] + +[Illustration: + + A view of the wrecked St. Joseph’s School, with the ruins of St. + Joseph’s Church showing in the rear. +] + +[Illustration: + + Searching for bodies in the basement of a school. +] + +[Illustration: + + The effect of the explosion on rolling stock and track. +] + +[Illustration: + + Coffins piled up in front of Chebucto Road School at the funeral of + nearly 100 unidentified dead. +] + +[Illustration: + + Homeless people of the North End were forced to spend the night in + canvas tents. +] + +[Illustration: + + So terrific was the explosion that horses were torn from their waggons + and instantly killed. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is a scene at Richmond and shows how completely the buildings in + that section were demolished. +] + +[Illustration: + + All that remains of several large buildings in the devastated area, + where the full force of the explosion was felt. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is a picture of Clayton & Sons, Clothing Manufacturers’ block on + Barrington Street, one of the largest buildings in the city. + Practically every pane of glass in this building was shattered. +] + +[Illustration: + + This is an interior view of the tailoring department of Clayton and + Sons. This picture was taken after the blizzard of Friday and shows + the snow piled up on the tables and the damage to the stock by the + storm. +] + +[Illustration: + + Rows of unidentified dead in the basement of Chebucto Road School. +] + +[Illustration: + + Amid the Blinding Blizzard of Friday many found shelter in rows of + canvas tents. +] + +[Illustration: + + Wreckage of homes in the devastated area. +] + +[Illustration: + + This shows how completely the train entrance to North Street Station + was wrecked. The whole roof was swept away. +] + +[Illustration: + + THE HOME OF THE HALIFAX HERALD AND THE EVENING MAIL AFTER THE + EXPLOSION. The Herald building is situated more than two miles from + the scene of the disaster, and so great was the explosion that every + pane of glass in the building was shattered. On the north and west + sides (not shown in the picture) the greatest damage was caused, + frames and glass being blown in on the presses and other parts of + the plant. +] + +[Illustration: + + The motor fire engine “Patricia” as she appeared when purchased by the + City of Halifax a few years ago. +] + +[Illustration: + + The motor fire engine “Patricia” as she appeared after the explosion. +] + +[Illustration: + + This house is situated more than a mile from the scene of the + explosion, but the interior was completely wrecked and the furniture + was blown out on the street. +] + +[Illustration: + + Searching for human lives amid the debris in the devastated Richmond + section. +] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: + + All that is left of two homes in the Richmond section. +] + +[Illustration: + + Oland’s Brewery. This building is a complete wreck and all that + remains standing is the smoke stack. +] + +[Illustration: + + The Protestant Service at Chebucto Mortuary, from which nearly 100 + unidentified dead were buried. +] + +[Illustration: + + The Roman Catholic Service at Chebucto Mortuary, from which nearly 100 + unidentified dead were buried. +] + + + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES + + + 1. Silently corrected typographical errors. + 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. + 3. Enclosed underlined font in _underscores_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53236.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53236.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..95dd220596915766fb7c232a0f454e1dfd62b125 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53236.txt @@ -0,0 +1,483 @@ + + +[Transcriber's Note: Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and +italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.] + + + +Price 25 cents. + + + + +A Thanksgiving Dream + +_A One Act Play for Children_ + + +_By_ Effa E. Preston + + +PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY DAYTON, OHIO + +_Song Specialties for Your Entertainments_ + + +Teachers are discovering that no matter how much novelty there is in +their entertainment, how well it is arranged, how thoroughly drilled, +if they want to hold the active interest of the audience they must use +the best of songs. The songs must be real novelties. The words must be +interesting as well as decidedly clever. The music must be catchy and +abounding in rich melody. With these things in mind we have prepared +this list of superior song novelties for our patrons. All are in +regular sheet music form. + + _=Price, 35 cents each; 5 for $1.25=_ + + +WELCOME SONGS + + We’ve Just Arrived from Bashful Town. + We Hope You’ve Brought Your Smiles Along. + Come and Partake of Our Welcome Cake. + We’re Very Glad to See You Here. + With Quaking Hearts We Welcome You. + + +CLOSING SONGS + + Mr. Sun and Mrs. Moon. + Now, Aren’t You Glad You Came? + We Do Not Like to Say Goodbye. + We’ll Now Have to Say Goodbye. + + _=Paine Publishing Co., Dayton, Ohio=_ + + + + +A Thanksgiving Dream + + + _A One Act Play for + Primary Children_ + + + _By_ EFFA E. PRESTON + + + PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + +A Thanksgiving Dream + + +CHARACTERS + + JACK—A small boy. + + PILGRIM MAIDS—Five girls in colonial costume. + + INDIANS—Two boys in Indian costume. + + PUMPKINS—Any number small boys and girls having huge + paper pumpkins pinned on them. + + TURKEYS—Five children with paper turkeys pinned on them. + + GOBLINS—Any number of small boys wearing hideous false + faces. + +After each group has spoken it goes off stage. After Jack’s last speech +he leaves stage and all the others return and sing the closing song. + +If desired the costuming may be elaborate, but it is not at all +necessary. + + + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY + L. M. PAINE + + + + +A Thanksgiving Dream + + + JACK: + I had the grandest dinner— + Pudding and cake and pie— + Turkey and mashed potato + Ice cream—it makes me sigh + To think that anything was left + Of all that dandy meal, + But I couldn’t eat another bite + So very full I feel. + I guess I’ll take a nap till supper time. + [_Yawns, stretches, lies down and sleeps._] + + _Enter_ PILGRIM MAIDS. + + ALL: + We’re Pilgrim Maids of long ago + When all this world was new, + And stories of that far off time + We shall relate to you. + + FIRST: + Our fathers came from England here + Across the stormy sea, + And many hardships they endured + To gain their liberty. + + SECOND: + The Indians were our trusty friends + And taught us many things— + To plow—to plant—to fish—to hunt— + And what each season brings. + + THIRD: + A harvest bountiful we gleaned + In 1622 + And called the Indians to a feast. + Such fun you never knew. + This was the first Thanksgiving Day— + A day of earnest praise + For peace and plenty granted us + After our weary days. + + FOURTH: + When I was a little, little girl + My parents went away + And left me to mind the babies. + An Indian came that day + And I pushed the frightened babies + Who were playing on the floor + Under two big brass kettles. + They both began to roar. + It scared the Indians very much + When he saw the kettles run + And he loudly roared “Kettles alive!” + And threw away his gun. + I shot him as he ran away, + They found him just outside. + I kept the kettles many years + And told the tale with pride. + + FIFTH: + My sister and I scared the Indians away + One night many long years ago + By changing some pumpkins to Jack-Lanterns bright + And waving them to and fro. + In the darkness they thought they were ghosts + And yelling in fright and alarm + They fled to the forest as fast as they could— + So our Jack-Lanterns saved us from harm. + + _Enter_ INDIANS. + + TOGETHER: + I’m Massoit. + I’m Samoset. + + FIRST: + The first Thanksgiving Day + We feasted with the Pilgrim folks + And jolly games did play. + + SECOND: + We brought them turkeys, oysters, deer, + And stayed to eat them all, + And Elder Brewster said we’d have + Thanksgiving Day each fall. + + _Enter_ PUMPKINS. + + ALL: + We’re the pumpkins your family made into pies + And we really must say that a boy of your size + Ought to be so ashamed of himself—for you ate + Till there wasn’t a piece of pie left on the plate. + We hope you have a stomach ache—an awful stomach ache. + + _Enter_ TURKEYS. + + ALL: + Gobble, gobble, gobble, + Turkeys sad are we. + This glad Thanksgiving season + Does not with us agree. + + FIRST: + Boys talk about Thanksgiving and make an awful fuss— + The feast that is so fine for them is always death for us. + + SECOND: + This boy looks nice and tender, friends—he’s plump as plump can be. + Let’s have a feast ourselves today and eat him fricassee. + + JACK: + No-no-don’t eat me—don’t I beg— + + THIRD: + Why not?—You find us tasty. + + JACK: + Don’t eat me—think what that would mean, + Oh, please don’t be so hasty. + + FOURTH: + Don’t listen to his tale of woe—our friends all gobbled loudly. + His father just chopped off their heads and ate them up so proudly. + + FIFTH: + Oh, let him go. I can’t be cruel. Yes, let him go. Don’t cry. + + SECOND: + You chicken-hearted turkeys, you’ll be sorry by and by. + + _Enter_ GOBLINS. + + ALL: + We are the Thanksgiving Goblins. + We’ll get you unless you take care. + We’re after such greedy young people + So youngster you’d better beware. + We’ll give you such pains in your tummy + You’ll wriggle from sunset till morn, + We’ll pinch you and poke you and pound you— + You’ll wish you had never been born. + + JACK: + Please don’t hurt me. + + FIRST: + After all that dinner he doesn’t want to be hurt. + + SECOND: + Tell us what you ate. + + JACK: + I didn’t eat much—just some turkey— + A leg—and the back—and the wing— + Potatoes and turnips and cranberry sauce, + Ice cream, cake, pie, everything. + + THIRD GOBLIN: + Come, brothers, let’s pinch him. + + [_They gather round_ JACK _and pinch him—he screams_.] + + MOTHER [_calling_]: JACK—JACK. + + GOBLINS _run_. JACK _awakes—rubs eyes, yawns_. + + JACK: + I must have been sleeping—I dreamed funny things + About goblins and turkeys, and pies, + And Pilgrims, and Indians, and all sorts of things, + They were right here in front of my eyes. + I hope that my supper is ready—I’m hungry as hungry can be + I think I dreamed that I ate too much— + But I won’t let a dream worry me. + +[_He leaves stage in answer to his mother’s calls and the_ PILGRIM +MAIDS, INDIANS, PUMPKINS, TURKEYS _and_ GOBLINS _return in the order +named, form group and sing:_] + + _Song—Air:_ OLD BLACK JOE + + +1. + + We’ve come to warn all the greedy girls and boys. + Heed our advice though your feelings it annoys. + Don’t be like Jack o’er the Gobble-uns and pies + And turkeys, too, will soon appear before your eyes. + +_Chorus:_ + + Be careful—be careful— + Listen well to what we say + And guard your appetite this glad Thanksgiving Day. + + +2. + + We are but dreams, alas, ’tis all too true, + When you awake we must vanish far from view. + But aches and pains we will bring you while we may + If you are greedy and devour our friends today. + + + CURTAIN + + + + +Entertainments for All Occasions + + +_Special Day Entertainments_ + + =BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES=—Irish $0.40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS=—Irish .40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS=—Irish .40 + =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN HOLLER=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S=—Irish .25 + =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE=—Irish .25 + =IN A TOY SHOP=—Preston .25 + =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK=—Irish .40 + =PUMPKIN PIE PETER=—Irish .25 + =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH=—Irish .25 + =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS=—Preston .25 + =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND=—Preston .25 + =A THANKSGIVING CONSPIRACY=—Irish .25 + =A THANKSGIVING DREAM=—Preston .25 + =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS=—Guptill .25 + + +_Dialogues and Children’s Plays_ + + =ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR=—Wilbur $0.25 + =DOLLS ON DRESS PARADE=—Preston .25 + =A PARTY IN MOTHER GOOSE LAND=—Preston .25 + =SNAPPY HUMOROUS DIALOGUES=—Irish .40 + + +_Recitations and Pantomimes_ + + =CATCHY PRIMARY RECITATIONS=—Irish $0.30 + =OLD TIME SONGS PANTOMIMED=—Irish .40 + + +_Plays_ + + =THE DEAREST THING IN BOOTS=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =THE GREAT CHICKEN STEALING CASE OF EBENEZER COUNTY=—Richardson .25 + =THE GREAT WHISKEY STEALING CASE=—Richardson .25 + =MISS JANIE; OR, THE CURTAILED COURTSHIP=—Bonham .25 + =THAT AWFUL LETTER=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE UNEXPECTED GUEST=—MacKenzie .25 + + +_Monologues_ + + =AS OUR WASHWOMAN SEES IT=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =ASK OUIJA=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE COUNTRY COUSIN SPEAKS HER MIND=—MacKenzie .25 + =GLADYS REVIEWS THE DANCE=—MacKenzie .25 + =I’M ENGAGED=—MacKenzie .25 + =SHE SAYS SHE STUDIES=—MacKenzie .25 + =SUSAN GETS READY FOR CHURCH=—MacKenzie .25 + + + =PAINE PUBLISHING CO.= =Dayton, Ohio= + + + + +_Entertainments for Christmas_ + + + + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS= =By Marie Irish= + +For children of all grades. Contents: 50 recitations, 8 monologues, 11 +plays and dialogues, 5 drills and marches, 8 tableaux, 4 pantomimes, 8 +pantomimed carols, 8 songs, etc. =Price, 40 cents.= + + + =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK= =By Marie Irish= + +For children under ten years of age. Contents: 68 recitations, 12 +exercises, 7 songs, 6 drills, 12 dialogues and plays, 9 pantomimes. +=Price, 40 cents.= + + + =BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES= =By Marie Irish= + +Twelve pantomimes, each accompanied by complete words, directions and +music. Some are serious and some are in a lighter vein. =Price, 40 +cents.= + + + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS= =By Marie Irish= + +Ten dialogues for Primary Grades, 10 dialogues for Intermediate Grades +and 8 plays for Grammar Grades. =Price, 40 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Brimful of fun and Christmas spirit. For any number of young folks and +children. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN’ HOLLER= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +The old-fashioned school is rehearsing for the Christmas entertainment. +Funny from beginning to end. Time, 30 minutes. For any number of +children. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S By Marie Irish= + +For all grades. 4 males, 5 females. Time, 30 minutes. A most unusual +play. Plenty of wit and humor as well as more serious episodes. Sure to +be a success. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE= =By Marie Irish= + +A back woods school entertainment is featured. Easy to prepare and +plenty of fun. For 6 boys and 8 girls. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 +cents.= + + + =IN A TOY SHOP= =By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. For 12 or more small children. A clever little play that will +please. Time, 20 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH= =By Marie Irish= + +For upper grades. 5 males and 6 females. Time, 30 minutes. Plenty of +fun and a great surprise. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS= =By Marie Irish= + +For 4 boys and 4 girls. For mixed grades. Time, 25 minutes. The older +children play Santa Claus for the younger ones. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND= =By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. 8 boys, 7 girls. Time, 20 minutes. Very easy but effective. +=Price, 25 cents.= + + + =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Humorous. For any number of children under fourteen years of age. Time, +30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =PAINE PUBLISHING CO.= =Dayton, Ohio= + + * * * * * + +Transcriber’s Note: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53240.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53240.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..dcb19c3ea77fc08be5c242dd159e7e7747e63441 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53240.txt @@ -0,0 +1,374 @@ + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the lovely original illustrations. + See 53240-h.htm or 53240-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/53240/pg53240-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/53240/53240-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/mothergoosestedd00cava + + + + + +[Illustration] + +MOTHER GOOSE’S TEDDY BEARS + +Illustrated and Adapted to Mother Goose by + +FREDERICK L. CAVALLY. + + + + + + + +The Bobbs-Merrill Company +Publishers Indianapolis U.S.A. +MCMVII + +Copyright 1907 +The Bobbs-Merrill Company + + + Dear Boys and Girls.— + + In the short time I have been among you, I have made + friends of some of the best little boys and girls + throughout the land. + + I have been writing to my brothers and sisters at home + telling them all about you, and they are very anxious + to become acquainted also; so I sent for our family + photograph album, which contains most of their pictures. + + Now Old Mother Goose is a neighbor of ours, and she + earns her living by writing little rhymes, tales and + jingles, and as she is a very good friend of our + family, she has written many verses and rhymes about + us, which I know you will enjoy reading. + + So you see I take great pride in presenting you this + copy of our Family Photograph Album. + + Your sincere friend, + Teddy. + +[Illustration: Hello!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + What are little Ted boys made of, made of? + What are little Ted boys made of? + Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails; + And that’s what Little Ted Boys are made of, made of. + +[Illustration] + + What are little Ted girls made of, made of? + What are little Ted girls made of? + Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice; + And that’s what Little Ted girls are made of, made of. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Ding dong bell! + Teddy’s in the well! + Who put him in? + Little Teddy Flinn. + Who pulled him out? + Little Teddy Stout. + What a naughty boy was there + Thus to drown poor Teddy Bear. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Little Ted Horner + Sat in a corner, + Eating a Christmas Pie. + He put in his thumb, + And took out a plum, + And said, “What a big bear am I!” + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: To Bonner] + + As I went to Bonner, + I met a bear + With coal-black hair, + Upon my word and honor. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Old Mother Hubbard] + + Old Mother Hubbard + Went to the cupboard + To get Little Teddy a bun; + But when she got there, + The cupboard was bare, + So poor Little Ted had none. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the baker’s + To buy him some bread; + But when she came back, + Poor Teddy was dead. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the joiner’s + To buy him a coffin; + But when she came back, + Little Teddy was laughing + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She took a clean dish + To get him some tripe; + But when she came back, + He was smoking his pipe + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the tavern + For white wine and red; + But when she came back, + Ted stood on his head. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the ale-house + To get him some beer; + But when she came back, + Ted sat in a chair. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the barber’s + To buy him a wig; + But when she came back, + He was dancing a Jig + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the fruiterer’s + To buy him some fruit; + But when she came back, + Ted was playing the flute. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + She went to the cobbler’s + To buy him some shoes; + But when she came back, + Ted was reading the news. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Dame Bear made a curtsey, + Little Ted made a bow; + Dame Bear said, “Your servant,” + Little Ted said, “How now.” + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Rain, rain, go away; + Come again another day; + Little Teddy wants to play. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Solomon Grundy + Born on a Monday, + Christened on Tuesday, + Married on Wednesday, + Very ill on Thursday, + Worse on Friday, + Died on Saturday, + Buried on Sunday, + This is the end, + Of Solomon Grundy. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Ted and Jill + Went up the hill, + To fetch a pail + of water; + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Ted Fell down, + And broke his crown, + And Jill came + Tumbling after. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + To make your candles last for aye, + You wives and maids give ear-o! + To put them out’s the only way, + Says Honest Ted Boldero. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Little Teddy Tittlemouse + Lived in a little house; + He caught fishes + In other men’s ditches. + +[Illustration] + + Multiplication is vexation; + 2 x 2 = ? + Division is as bad; + 6 ÷ 2 = ? + The rule of three perplexes me, + 3 x 3 = ? + And practice drives me mad. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Teddy Trot, a man of law + Sold his bed and lay upon straw + Sold the straw and slept on grass + To buy his wife a looking-glass + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Wash me and comb me, + And lay me down softly, + And set me on a bank to dry; + That I may look pretty + When Teddy comes by. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Tell-Tale Tit! + Your tongue shall be slit, + And all the Teddy Bears in town + Shall have a little bit! + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Nose, nose, jolly red nose, + And what gave you that jolly red nose? + Nutmegs and cinnamon spices and cloves, + And they gave me this jolly red nose. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Three wise bears of Gotham + Went to sea in a bowl; + If the bowl had been stronger + My story had been longer. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Teddy be nimble, + Teddy be quick, + And Teddy jump over the candlestick. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + See-saw, Margery Daw, + Teddy shall have a new master; + He shall have but a penny a day, + Because he can’t work any faster + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Little Ted Snooks was Fond of his books, + And loved by his usher and master; + But naughty Ted Spry, he got a black eye, + And carries his nose in a plaster. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + Cock crows in the morn, + To tell us to rise, + And he who lies late + Will never be wise; + + For early to bed, + And early to rise, + Makes teddy bears healthy + And wealthy and wise. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + _The rose is red, + The grass is green; + And in this book + My name is seen._ + _Teddy._ + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53449.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53449.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..19259ccf7f4bf9118d503c6b6c6ee5bde08e5b5b --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53449.txt @@ -0,0 +1,155 @@ + + + HOW RIFLEMAN BROWN + CAME TO VALHALLA + + BY + GILBERT FRANKAU + + NEW YORK + FEDERAL PRINTING COMPANY + 1916 + + Copyright, 1916 + + Gilbert Frankau + + _All rights reserved_ + + + + + How Rifleman Brown Came to Valhalla + + By GILBERT FRANKAU + + + To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown, + Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman Joseph Brown. + With never a rent in his khaki, nor smear of blood on his face, + He flung his pack from his shoulders and made for an empty place. + The Killer-men of Valhalla looked up from the banquet board + At the unfouled breech of his rifle, at the unfleshed point of his sword, + And the unsung dead of the trenches, the kings who have never a crown, + Demanded his pass to Valhalla from Rifleman Joseph Brown. + “_Who comes, unhit, to the party?_” A one-legged Corporal spoke, + And the gashed heads nodded approval through the rings of the Endless + Smoke. + “_Who comes for the beer and the Woodbines of the never-closed Canteen_ + _With the barrack shine on his bayonet and a full-charged magazine?_” + Then Rifleman Brown looked round him at the nameless men of The Line, + At the wounds of the shell and the bullet, at the burns of the bomb + and the mine; + At the khaki, virgin of medals but crimson-clotted of blood; + At the ankle-boots and the puttees caked stiff with the Flanders mud; + At the myriad short Lee-Enfields that crowded the rifle rack, + Each with its blade to the sword-boss brown and its muzzle powder-black. + And Rifleman Brown said never a word, but he felt in the soul of his soul + His right to the beer of the lower Hall though he came to drink of + it whole; + His right to the fags of the free Canteen, to a seat at the banquet board, + Though he came to the men who had killed their man with an unfleshed point + to his sword. + “_Who speaks for the stranger riflemen, O boys of the free Canteen?_ + _Who passes the chap with the unmaimed limbs and the kit that is far + too clean?_” + The gashed heads eyed him above their beers, the gashed lips sucked at + their smoke; + There were three at the board of his own platoon, but not a man of + them spoke. + His mouth was mad for the tankard froth and the biting whiff of a fag, + But he knew that he might not speak for himself to the dead men who do not + brag. + A gun butt crashed on the portals, a man came staggering in; + His head was cleft with a great red wound from the temple bone to + the chin, + His blade was dyed to the bayonet boss with the clots that were scarcely + dry, + And he cried to the men who had killed their man, “Who passes the + rifleman? I! + By the four I slew and the shell I stopped, if my feet be not too late, + I speak the word for Rifleman Brown that a chap may speak for his + mate!” + The dead of lower Valhalla, the heroes of dumb renown, + They pricked up their ears to a tale of the earth as they set their + tankards down. + “We were both on sentry this morning, when the General happened along. + He asked us our job in a gas attack. Joe told him, ‘Beat on the gong.’ + ‘What else?’ + ‘Nothing else, sir,’ Joe answered. + ‘Good God, man,’ our General said, + ‘By the time you’d beaten that bloodstained gong the chances are you’d be + dead. + You’d put on your gas helmet, blast you, and you’d damn well + put it on _first_!’ + And Joe stood dumb to attention, and wondered why he’d been cursed.” + The gashed heads turned to the Rifleman, and now it seemed that they knew + Why the face that had never a smear of blood was stained to the + jawbones blue. + “It was black to-night in the trenches.” The scarred heads craned + to the voice, + As the man with the blood-red bayonet spoke up for the mate of his choice. + “You know what it’s like in the listening-post, with the very candles + aflare, + Their bullets smacking the sandbags, our Vickers combing your hair; + How your ears and your eyes get jumpy, till each known tuft that you scan + Moves and crawls in the shadows till you’d almost swear it was man. + You know how you peer and snuff at the night when the Northeast gas winds + blow.” + “_By the One who made us and maimed us_,” quoth lower Valhalla, + “_we know!_” + “He was forty yards from the Bosches when, sudden as Hell, there came + The crash of a dozen machine guns, the orange spurts of their flame, + And Joe stood up in the whistling spray to try and fathom their game. + Sudden their guns cease firing, sudden his nostrils sniff + The sickening reek of the rotten pears, the death that kills with a whiff. + Sniffs, and spots what their game is, and bangs on his cartridge case, + With the gas cloud’s teeth in his windpipe and the gas cloud’s + claws on his face. + We heard his gong in our dugout--he only whacked on it twice-- + We whipped our gas bags over our heads and tucked them down in a trice. + For the gas would have got us as sure as God if he’d taken the + Staff’s advice!” + His head was cleft with a great red wound from the chin to the + temple bone, + But his voice was as clear as a sounding gong, “I’ll be damned + if I’ll drink alone, + Not even in lower Valhalla! Is he free of the free Canteen, + My mate who comes with the unfleshed point and the full-charged magazine?” + The gashed heads rose at the Rifleman o’er the rings of the Endless Smoke, + And loud as the roar of a thousand guns Valhalla’s answer broke, + And loud as the crash of a thousand shells their tankards clashed + on the board: + “_He is free of the mess of the Killer-men, your mate of the + unfleshed sword,_ + _For we know the worth of the thing he did, as we know the speed + of the death_ + _Which catches its man by the back of the throat and gives him + water for breath;_ + _As we know how the hand at the helmet cloth may tarry seconds too long,_ + _When the very life of the front-line trench is staked on the + beat of a gong._ + _By the four you slew, by the case he smote, by the red gas cloud and the + green,_ + _We pass your mate for the Endless Smoke and the beer of the + free Canteen._” + In the lower hall of Valhalla, with the heroes of no renown, + With our nameless dead of the Marne and the Aisne, of Mons and + of Wipers town, + With the men who killed ere they died for us, sits Rifleman Joseph Brown. + + GILBERT FRANKAU. + +18-6-16. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53496.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53496.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..a2d43e26d9dd9d4e060b5949440ce9e2ecd9fbd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53496.txt @@ -0,0 +1,140 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1873 edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + REMINISCENCES + OF + EPPING FOREST. + + + * * * * * + + ISSUED BY + J. GREEN, + “THE ROEBUCK,” + BUCKHURST HILL. + + * * * * * + + 1873. + + + + +EPPING FOREST REMINISCENCES. + + +It is most desirable that the above charming locality should be better +known to the inhabitants of London; but, to be fully appreciated, it must +be visited and explored from time to time, but especially during the fine +months of the year. + +The popularity of this place was enhanced considerably by the formation +of the Loughton, Woodford, and Ongar branch of the Eastern Counties +Railway, although, prior to that, the prejudices against Essex scenery +had kept many persons, who now wander about its sunny slopes with unmixed +delight, from seeking air and exercise North-east of the Metropolis; +indeed, when we take into consideration the “barr’d up” and comparatively +exclusive character of the approaches to London in Kent, Surrey, and +Middlesex, it is a matter of surprise and wonderment that there can be +found people who prefer dusty roads (which are only enlivened by notices +to trespassers of prosecutions with all the rigour of the law) to the +jolly freedom connected with rambling in pure air only ten miles from +London wherever their inclinations may lead them. + +THE ROEBUCK GARDENS AND GROUNDS have always been historically associated +with the adjacent Forest, and the quaint old edifice has been referred to +chiefly as the Foresters’ and Keeper’s Home for more than two centuries, +so much so, that it was under the consideration of the late proprietors, +Messrs. Green Brothers, at the suggestion of their neighbours and +visitors to name it THE LORD WARDEN’S ROEBUCK HOTEL! + +The situation (on the brow of a lofty hill), with two deep valleys on +either side of it, watered by the rivers Lea and Roding, is scarcely to +be rivalled, as to scenery, even by the far-famed contiguous eminence of +High Beech. + +In the extreme distance is the ancient town of Epping, from which the +Forest takes its name, and “ye wodes of Waltham,” referred to in +“Doomsday Book,” are on the opposite heights. To the North-west is the +cave of the renowned Turpin; and this haunt of the Essex freebooter may +be seen from hence, and easily reached by descending a ravine and +climbing the high hill beyond it. + +To the lovers of poetry this place will be interesting, inasmuch as at +Fair Mead Bottom the author of the “Pleasures of Hope” lived in sedation, +but so great was his love for the retreat we are now describing, that he +(Thomas Campbell) half cut a way to it with a knife, and although this +vista was relinquished through his death, it was finished by a gentleman +of the same name, who resided at the Hotel for years, he remarking, with +emphasis, that “A Campbell began it, and a Campbell completed it.” +Another great author, the late Charles Dickens, no later than about seven +years since, in a conversation that he had with the proprietors, Messrs. +Green Brothers, stated that it have him great pleasure to visit this +house, inasmuch as he had always considered it as the central rendezvous +for all Foresters from time immemorial. + +During a great part of the last century, the ragged and romantic vicinage +of the “ROEBUCK,” whose ferny brakes screened and protected the red and +fallow deer which trooped on its verdant swards and grassy walks, was the +hunting ground where the Earls of Tilney and the famous “rideing +forester, Baron Suasso” hunted the stag for upwards of fifty years. +Although these sylvan pursuits have partially fallen into disuse, and the +woods no longer re-echo the sound of the horn, the London visitor will +shortly hear the wild notes of the cuckoo and nightingale, and his senses +be regaled by the fragrance of the flowers and the waving masses of +verdant foliage around him. + +There is one material fact which must be here mentioned respecting the +probable fate of Epping Forest, and which ought to be known to the +public, viz.: there are still 3,500 acres left, the greater part of which +are adjacent to or plainly be seen from the “ROEBUCK;” and although +(pending the Chancery Suit, which is now being proceeded with, viz.: The +Corporation of the City of London _versus_ the Lords of the different +Manors) nothing in the way of improvement by Government can be expected, +yet the people have a right to anticipate a proper drainage and good +paths through these vast solitudes, and a restoration of the antlerred +denizens of the woods. + +At present the “ROEBUCK” is the only hotel near which these improvements +will take place, and will, no doubt, be the head quarters of the public +functionaries, surveyors, contractors, &c., under Her Majesty’s +Commissioners, since the present proprietor and remaining partner of the +firm, late Green Brothers, has, at a heavy outlay, made every arrangement +for their comfort and convenience, as well as for that of the public at +large. + +Looking forward to the proximity of summer, and the near advent of +thousands from Town, a short description of this establishment may not be +uninteresting to the reader. This antique edifice, the HOTEL, which is +detached from the high road to Cambridge about a furlong, is approached +by a semi-circular carriage way which diverges from the above road on the +summit of Buckhurst Hill, re-entering the same further down towards +Loughton. It is provided with an ample bar and airy and well ventilated +apartments, overlooking prospects principally of immense tracts of +forest, relieved by corn fields and undulating meads. Adjoining the +hotel a Ball or Banquetting Hall has been erected, capable of dining 500 +persons; indeed the proprietors found it necessary, to meet the +continually increasing demands for large Annual Dinners, Masonic +Banquets, Fetes, &c. + +When it is borne in mind that these Grounds cover over 22 acres, and that +the greater part of this area is laid out in Gardens, Terraces, Bowling +Greens, &c., with a profusion of Flowers, some idea may be formed of the +whole, but it must be visited and inspected, since no description can +possibly convey an adequate idea of the place. + +There is every accommodation for Horses, Carriages, &c., and the +Buckhurst Hill Railway Station is little more than ten minutes’ walk from +this ancient hostelry. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53684.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53684.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ca6ca3208622fa6b54e864954d41f96d4b710483 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53684.txt @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ + + +In the Desert of Waiting + +THE LEGEND OF CAMEL-BACK MOUNTAIN + + +[Frontispiece: A man in Arab dress, surrounded by large water jars +and flowering bushes, looks beyond a camel asleep under palm trees +to the sun rising behind distant dunes] + + + + +IN THE DESERT OF WAITING + +THE LEGEND OF CAMEL-BACK MOUNTAIN + + +BY Annie Fellows Johnston + +Author of "The Little Colonel Series," "Big Brother," +"Joel: A Boy of Galilee," etc. + + +"_Thy alchemist Contentment be_"--SADI + + +BOSTON +L. C. PAGE & COMPANY +_PUBLISHERS_ + + + + +Copyright, 1904, by L. C. PAGE & COMPANY (_Incorporated_) + +Copyright, 1905, by L. C. PAGE & COMPANY (_Incorporated_) + +_All rights reserved_ + +Eighth Impression, July, 1910 + + + + + O ye, who vainly question + Why there must ever lie twixt man + And the far City of his Desire + Some desert waste of disappointment, + Where he must watch the Caravan + Pass on and leave him with his baffled hopes, + Here is the reason. + By the grace of Allah, + Read! + + + + +Once upon a time, a caravan set out across the desert, laden with +merchandise for a far distant market. Some of the camels bore in their +packs wine-skins that held the richest vintage of the Orient. Some +bore tapestries and some carried dyestuffs and the silken fruits of +the loom. On Shapur's camel was a heavy load of salt. + +The hope of each merchant was to reach the City of his Desire before +the Golden Gate should close. There were other gates by which they +might enter, but this one, opening only once a year to admit the +visiting Rajahs from sister cities, afforded a rare opportunity to +those fortunate enough to arrive at the same time. It was the +privilege of any who might fall in with the royal retinue, to follow +in the train to the palace of the ruling Rajah, and thus gain access +to its courtyards. Wares displayed there for sale often brought +fabulous sums, a hundred fold greater, sometimes, than when offered +in the open market. + +Only to a privileged few would the Golden Gate swing open at any other +time. It would turn on its hinges for a messenger sent at a king's +behest, or to any one bearing wares so rare and precious that only +princes could purchase, but no common vendor could hope to pass its +shining portal, save in the rear of the train that yearly followed the +Rajahs. + +So they urged their beasts with all diligence. Foremost in the caravan +and most zealous of all was Shapur. In his heart burned the desire to +be the first one to enter the Golden Gate, and the first one at the +palace with his wares. But half way across the desert, as they paused +at an oasis to rest, a dire lameness fell upon his camel, and it sank +upon the sand. In vain he urged it to continue its journey. The poor +beast could not rise under its great load. + +Sack by sack he lessened its burden, throwing it off grudgingly and +with sighs, for he was minded to lose as little as possible of his +prospective fortune. But even rid of the entire load the camel could +not rise, and Shapur was forced to let his companions go on without +him. + +For long days and nights he watched beside his camel, bringing it +water from the fountain, and feeding it with the herbage of the oasis, +and at last was rewarded by seeing it struggle to its feet and take a +few limping steps. In his distress of mind at being left behind by the +caravan he had not noticed where he had thrown his load. A tiny rill +trickling down from the fountain had run through the sacks and +dissolved the salt, and when he went to gather up his load only a +paltry portion was left, a single sackful. + +"Now Allah has indeed forgotten me!" he cried, and, cursing the day +he was born, he rent his mantle and beat upon his breast. Even if his +camel were able to set out across the desert it would be useless to +seek a market, now that his merchandise was destroyed. + +So he sat upon the ground, his head bowed in his hands. Water there +was for him to drink, and the fruit of the date palm, and the cooling +shade of many trees; but he counted them all as naught. A fever of +unrest consumed him. A baffled ambition bowed his head in the dust. +When he looked at his poor camel kneeling in the sand he cried out, +"Ah, woe is me! Of all men I am most miserable! Of all dooms mine is +most unjust! Why should I, with life beating strong in my veins, and +ambition like a burning simoon in my breast, be left here helpless on +the sands, where I can achieve nothing and make no progress towards +the City of my Desire?" + +One day, as he sat thus under the palms, a bee buzzed about him. He +brushed it away, but it returned so persistently that he looked up +with languid interest. + +"Where there are bees there must be honey," he said. "If there be any +sweetness in this desert, better that I should go in its quest than +sit here bewailing my fate." + +Leaving the camel browsing by the fountain he followed the bee. For +many miles he pursued it, till far in the distance he beheld the palm +trees of another oasis. He quickened his steps, for an odor rare as +the perfumes of Paradise floated out to meet him. The bee had led him +to the rose gardens of Omar. + +Now Omar was an alchemist, a sage with the miraculous power of +transmuting the most common things of earth into something precious. +The fame of his skill had travelled to far countries. So many pilgrims +sought him to beg his wizard touch, that the question, "Where is the +house of Omar?" was heard daily at the gates of the city. But for a +generation that question had remained unanswered. No man knew the +place of the house of Omar since he had taken upon himself the life +of a hermit. Somewhere, they knew, in the solitude of the desert, he +was practising the mysteries of his art, and probing deeper into its +secrets, but no one could point to the path leading thither. + +Only the bees knew, and, following the bee, Shapur found himself in +the old alchemist's presence. Now Shapur was a youth of gracious mien, +and pleasing withal. With straightforward speech he told his story, +and Omar, who could read the minds of men as readily as unrolled +parchments, was touched by his tale. He bade him come in and be his +guest until sundown. + +So Shapur sat at his board and shared his bread, and rose refreshed by +his wine and his wise words. And at parting, the old man said with a +keen glance into his eyes: "Thou thinkest that because I am Omar, with +the power to transmute all common things into precious ones, how +easily I could take the remnant of salt that is still left to thee in +thy sack, and change it into gold. Then couldst thou go joyfully on to +the City of thy Desire, as soon as thy camel is able to carry thee, +far richer for thy delay." + +Shapur's heart gave a bound of hope, for that is truly what he had +been thinking. But at the next words it sank. + +"Nay, Shapur, each man must be his own alchemist. Believe me, for thee +the desert holds a greater opportunity than kings' houses could offer. +Give me but thy patient service in this time of waiting, and I will +share such secrets with thee that when thou dost finally win thee to +the Golden Gate, it shall be with wares that shall gain for thee a +royal entrance." + +Then Shapur went back to his camel, and in the cool of the evening +urged it to its feet, and led it slowly across the sands; and because +it could bear no burdens he lifted the remaining sack of salt to his +own back and carried it on his shoulders all the way. When the moon +shone white and full in the zenith he reached the rose gardens of +Omar. He knocked on the gate, calling, "Here am I, Omar, at thy +bidding, and here is the remnant of my salt. All that I have left I +bring to thee, and stand ready now, to yield my patient service." + +Then Omar bade him lead his camel to the fountain, and leave him to +browse upon the herbage around it. Pointing to a row of great stone +jars he said, "There is thy work. Every morning, before the sunrise, +they must be filled with rose-petals plucked from the myriad roses of +the garden, and the petals covered with water from the fountain." + +"A task for poets," thought Shapur, as he began. "What more delightful +than to stand in the moonlighted garden and pluck the velvet leaves?" + +But after awhile the thorns tore his hands and the rustle and hiss +underfoot betrayed the presence of serpents, and sleep weighed heavily +upon his eyelids. It grew monotonous standing hour after hour, +stripping the rose-leaves from the calyxes, until thousands and +thousands and thousands had been dropped into the great jars. The very +sweetness of the task began to cloy his senses. + +When the stars had faded and the East was beginning to brighten, old +Omar came out. "'Tis well," he said, viewing his work. "Now break thy +fast and then to slumber, to prepare for another sleepless night." + +So long months went by, till it seemed to Shapur that the garden must +surely become exhausted. But for every rose he plucked another bloomed +in its stead, and night after night he filled the jars. Still he was +learning no secrets, and as the deadly monotony of his task began to +eat into his soul he grew restless and began to ask himself questions. +"Was he not wasting his life? Would it not have been better to have +waited by the other fountain until some caravan passed by that would +have carried him out of the desert solitude to the dwellings of men? +What opportunity was the desert offering him greater than kings' +houses could give?" + +And ever the thorns tore him more sorely, and the lonely silence of +the night weighed upon him. Many a time he would have left his task +had not the shadowy form of his camel, kneeling outside by the +fountain, seemed to whisper to him through the starlight, "Patience, +Shapur! Patience!" + +Once, far in the distance, he saw the black outline of a merchant +caravan, passing along the horizon, where day was beginning to break. +He did no work until it had passed from sight. Gazing after it, with +a fierce longing to follow, he pictured the scenes it was moving +towards--the gilded minarets of the mosques, the deep-toned ringing of +bells, the cheerful hum of the populace, and all the life and stir of +the market-place. When the shadowy procession had passed the great +silence of the desert smote him like a pain. Again looking out he saw +his faithful camel, and again it seemed to whisper, "Patience, Shapur, +Patience! So thou, too, shall fare forth some day to the City of thy +Desire!" + +One day in the waning of summer Omar called him into a room in which +he had never been before. "Now, at last," said he, "thou hast proved +thyself worthy to be the sharer of my secrets. Come! I will show thee. +Thus are the roses distilled, and thus is gathered up the precious oil +floating on the tops of the vessels. Seest thou this tiny vial? It +weighs but the weight of one rupee, but it took the sweetness of two +hundred thousand roses to make the attar it contains, and so costly is +it that only princes may purchase. It is worth more than thy entire +load of salt that was washed away at the fountain." + +Shapur worked diligently at this new task, until there came a day when +Omar said to him, "Well done, Shapur! Behold the gift of the desert, +its reward for thy patient service in its solitude!" + +He placed in Shapur's hands a crystal vase, sealed with a seal, and +filled with the precious attar. + +"Wherever thou goest this sweetness will open for thee a way and win +for thee a welcome. Thou camest into the desert a common vendor of +salt, thou shalt go forth an Apostle of my Alchemy. Wherever thou +seest a heart bowed down in some Desert of Waiting, thou shalt whisper +to it, 'Patience! Here if thou wilt, in these arid sands, thou mayst +find thy garden of Omar, and even from the daily tasks that prick thee +sorest, distil some precious attar to sweeten all life.' So like the +bee that led thee to my teaching, thou shalt lead others to hope." + +Then Shapur went forth with the crystal vase, and the camel, healed +in its long time of waiting, bore him swiftly across the sands to the +City of his Desire. The Golden Gate, that would not have opened to the +vendor of salt, swung wide for the Apostle of Omar. Princes brought +their pearls to exchange for drops of his attar, and everywhere he +went its sweetness opened for him a way and won for him a welcome. + +Wherever he saw a heart bowed down in some Desert of Waiting he +whispered Omar's words and tarried to teach Omar's alchemy, that +from the commonest experiences of life may be distilled its greatest +blessings. At his death, in order that men might not forget, he willed +that his tomb should be made at a certain place where all caravans +passed. There at the crossing of the highways he caused to be cut in +stone that symbol of patience, the camel, kneeling on the sand. And +it bore this inscription, which no one could fail to see as he toiled +past toward the City of his Desire: + +"Patience! Here, if thou wilt, on these arid sands, thou mayst find +thy Garden of Omar, and even from the daily tasks which prick thee +sorest distil some precious attar to bless thee and thy fellow man." + +A thousand moons waxed and waned above it, then a thousand more, and +there arose a generation with restless hearts, who set their faces +ever Westward, following the sun towards a greater City of Desire. +Strange seas they crossed. New coasts they came upon. Some were +satisfied with the fair valleys that tempted them to tarry, and built +them homes where the fruitful hills whispered stay. + +But always the sons of Shapur pushed ahead, to pitch their tents a +day's march nearer the City of their Desire, nearer the Golden Gate +which opened every sunset to let the royal Rajah of the Day pass +through. Like a mirage that daily vision lured them on, showing them +a dream gate of Opportunity, always just ahead, yet ever out of reach. + +As in the days of Shapur, so it was in the days of his sons. There +were some who fell by the way, and, losing all that made life dear, +cried out as the caravans passed on without them, that Allah had +forgotten them; and they cursed the day that they were born, and laid +hopeless heads in the dust. + +But Allah, the Merciful, who from the beginning knew what Desert of +Waiting must lie between every son of Shapur and the City of his +Desire, had long before stretched out his hand over one of the +mountains of his continent. With earthquake shock it sank before him. +With countless hammer strokes of hail and rain-drops, and with +gleaming rills he chiselled it, till as the centuries rolled by it +took the semblance of that symbol of patience, a camel, kneeling there +at the passing of the ways. And now, to every heart bowed down and +hopeless, it whispers the lesson that Shapur learned in his weary +Desert of Waiting: + +_"Patience! Thou camest into the desert a vendor of salt; thou mayst +go forth an alchemist, distilling from life's tasks and sorrows such +precious attar in thy soul, that its sweetness shall win for thee a +welcome wherever thou goest, and a royal entrance into the City of thy +Desire!"_ + + +THE END + + + + +And this, O Son of Shapur, is the secret of Omar's alchemy: To gather +something from every one thou passest on the highway, and from every +experience fate sends thee, as Omar gathered from the heart of every +rose, and out of the wide knowledge thus gained of human weaknesses +and human needs, to distil in thine own heart the precious oil of +Sympathy. That is the attar that shall win for thee a welcome wherever +thou goest. And no man fills his crystal vase with it until he has +first been pricked by the world's disappointments, and bowed by its +tasks. + +Thou vendor of salt, who, as yet, canst follow only in the train of +others, is not any waiting well worth the while, if, in the end, it +shall give thee wares with which to gain a royal entrance? + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's In the Desert of Waiting, by Annie Fellows Johnston + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53747.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53747.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7e525ead23595c3e63f7a7fcdaa4c565668c7ee6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53747.txt @@ -0,0 +1,234 @@ + + +1833 All that is written in this book, must be in a good, +plain and legible hand. P.B. + + + + + Richard Coeur de Lion [1] + and Blondel + + + The blush, the light, the gorgeous glow of Eve + Waned from the radiant chambers of the west; + Now, twilight's robe, dim, orient shadows weave: + One star, gleams faintly lustrous, in the east; + Far down it shines, on the blue Danube's breast, + As calmly, wavelessly its waters glide + On to th' appointed regions of their rest, + The Sea, profound and hoary, waste and wide; + Whose black'ning billows swell in ever restless pride. + + High o'er the river rose a rocky hill, + With barren sides, precipitous, and steep: + There, 'gainst the sunset heav'ns, serene, and still + Frown'd the dark turrets of a feudal Keep. + Its folded flag, hung in the air asleep; + The breathless beauty of the Summer night + Gave not that Austrian standard, to the sweep [2] + Of fresh'ning Zepyr, or wild Storm-blast's might; + But motionless, it drooped, in eve's soft, dying light + + In that Stern Fortess, there were arch, and tow'r, + And Iron-wrought lattice, narrow, deep-embaye'd; + Where the gloom gather'd thick as night's mid hour + And round about it, hung a chilling shade, + Which told of dungeons, where the light ne'er play'd, + Of prison-walls, of fetter-bolt and chain; + Of Captives, 'neath a Tyrant's durance laid; + Never, to view the sun's bright face again; + Never to breathe the air, of free, wild hill and plain. + + The moon had risen, a host of stars among, + When, to th' embattled castle walls, drew nigh + A wand'ring minstrel, from his shoulders hung + A harp, sweet instrument of melody. + He paus'd awhile, beneath the turret high, + Then took his harp, and all the sweet chords swept, [3] + Till a sound swell'd beneath the silent sky, + And holiest music, on the charmed air crept, + Waked from the magic strings, Where till that hour they slept. + + O! how that wild strain o'er the river swelled, + And mingled with its gentle murmuring, + From the true fount of Song divine, it welled; + Music's own simple undefiled spring; + Notes rose, and dyed such as the wild birds sing + In the lone-wood, or the far lonelier sky. + O! none but Blondel but the minstrel king + Could waken such transcendant melody; + Sweet as a fairy's lute, soft as a passing sigh. + + The strain he sung, was some antique romance, + Some long forgotten song of other years; + Born in the cloudless clime of sunny France, + Where Earth, in vernal loveliness appears; + Where the bright grape distils its purple tears; [4] + And clear streams flow, and dim, blue hills arise + A gleaming crown of snows Each mountain wears; + And there are cities, 'neath her starry skies, + As fair as ever blest, with beauty, mortal eyes. + + + Blondel's Song. + + The moonlight; sleeps low, on the hills of Provence; + The stars are all tracking, their paths in the sky: + How softly, and brightly, their golden orbs glance, + Where the long shining waves, of the silver Rhone lie + + The tow'rs of De Courcy rise high in the beam, + From sky to earth trembling, so lustrous and pale, + Around them there dwells the deep hush of a dream, + And stilled is the murmur of River, and Gale. + + There are groves in the moonlight, all sparkling with dew, + There are dim garden-paths, round that Castle of Pride; + Where the bud of the rose, and the hyacinth blue, [5] + Close their leaves, to the balm, of the moist even-tide. + + And long is the alley, dark, bowery, and dim, + Where sits a white form 'neath a tall chestnut tree + Which waves its brown branches, all dark'ling and grim, + O'er the young Rose of Courcy, Sweet Anna Marie. + + And who kneels beside her? A warrior in mail. + On his helm there's a plume In his hand there's a lance + And why does the cheek of the lady turn pale? + Why weeps in her beauty The Flower of Provence? + + She weeps for her lover, this night, are they met + To breathe a farewell, 'Neath love's own holy star; + For to-morrow the crest of the young Lavalette, + Will float highest, and first in the van of the war. + + + Thus far sung Blondel, when a sudden tone, + of quivering harp-strings, on his ear upsprung; + It sounded, like an echo of his own: + So faintly, that mysterious music rung, [6] + So sweet, it floated, those dark towers among, + And seemed to issue from their topmost height; + Then there were words, in measured cadence sung. + Now soft and low, then with a master's might, + Poured forth that varying strain, upon the stilly night + + Who sings? the minstrel knows there is but one, + Whose voice has music half so rich, and deep + Whose hand can summon from the harp a tone, + So thrilling, that it calls from latent sleep + Heroic thoughts, dims eyes, that seldom weep, + With tears of extasy, and fires the breast, + Till listening warriors, from their chargers leap, + Assume the glittering helm, and nodding crest, + Unsheathe the ready sword And lay the lance in rest + + But not of war, nor of the battle blast, + Sung now the kingly harper. No his strain + Was mournful, as a dream of days long past. [7] + At times it swelled, but quickly died again; + And oh! the sadness of that wild refrain! + Suited full well with the lone, solemn hour, + Too sad for joy, too exquisite for pain, + It touched the heart Subdued the spirit's power + Blent with the Danube's moan, and wailed around the tower + + + Richard's Song + + Thrice, the great fadeless lights of heaven + The moon, and the eternal sun + As God's unchanging law was given, + Have each their course appointed run. + Three times the Earth, her mighty way + Hath measured o'er a shoreless sea; + While hopeless still from day, to day, + I've sat in lone captivity; + Listening the wind, and River's moan, + Wakening my wild harp's solemn tone, + And longing to be free. + + Blondel! my heart seems cold, and dead; [8] + My soul, has lost its ancient might; + The sun of chivalry is fled + And dark despair's, unholy night + Above me closes still and deep; + While wearily each lapsing day + Leads onward, to the last, long sleep; + The hour when all shall pass away; + When King, and Captive, Lord, and Slave + Must rest unparted, in the grave + A mass of soulless clay. + + O long I've listened to the sound, + Of winter's blast, and summer's breeze, + As their sweet voices sung around, + Through echoing caves, and wind-waved trees. + And long I've viewed from prison bars + Sunset, and dawn, and night, and noon: + Watched the uprising of the stars, + Seen the calm advent of the moon: + But blast and breeze and star, and Sun + All vainly swept, all vainly shone, [9] + I filled a living tomb. + + God of my fathers! Can it be? + Must I, the chosen of thy might? + Whose name alone, brought victory, + Whose battle cry was God my Right + Closed, in a Tyrant's dungeon cell, + Wear out the remnant of my life? + And never hear again, the swell + Of high and hot and glorious strife + Where trumpet's peal, and bugles sing, + And minstrels sweep the martial string, + And war, and fame are rife. + + No Blondel! thou wert sent by heaven, + Thy King, thy Lion-King to free, + To thee, the high command was given + To rescue from captivity. + Haste from the Tyrant Austrian's Hold, + Cross rapidly the rolling sea, [10] + And go, where dwell the brave, the bold, + By stream and Hill and green-wood tree. + Minstrel let merry England, ring + With tidings of her Lion-King, + And bring back liberty. + + + Such was the lay, the monarch-minstrel sung, + A few bright moons, waned from the silent heavens + And Albion, with a shout of Triumph rung; + As once again her worshipped King, was given + Back to her breast, his bonds asunder riven + And the Sweet Empress of the subject Sea + Sent up her hymn of gratitude to heaven + Through all her coasts she hailed him crowned and free + The Champion of God's hosts The pride of liberty. + + + Charlotte Brontë + Dec^br 27^th 1833 + +Haworth n^r Bradford + + + + +Transcriber's note + +This text has been transcribed from the author's handwritten +notebook. Spelling, punctuation and capitalisation have been left +as in the manuscript, except for a few ampersands which have been +rendered here as "and". A small number of linebreaks have been +inferred from the metre and rhyme. The folio numbers are indicated +[thus]; a caret ^ signifies a superscripted abbreviation. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53776.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53776.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..efff46b3c52614ff53497fe3d294d9b398c359fc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53776.txt @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1843 D. Cussons edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE + FIRST REPORT + OF THE + HORNCASTLE + TEETOTAL SOCIETY + + + ESTABLISHED, 1836. + + * * * * * + + HORNCASTLE: + Printed by D. Cussons, Market-place. + 1843. + ONE PENNY. + + * * * * * + + + + +_Statement of Accounts from February_ 1842 _to February_ 1843. + + RECEIVED. PAID. + £ s. d. £ s. d. +To Balance in Treasurer’s hands 3 7 8 By Expences of Tea Meeting 18 15 1½ +To Proceeds of Tea Meeting 16 17 0 By Advocates’ Salaries and 10 8 0 + Expences +To Amount of Collection 0 18 2 By Rent of School Room 1 5 0 +To Subscriptions and Donations 9 1 4 By Printing and Postage 1 1 5 +To Proceeds from Mr. Grubb’s Lecture 2 3 6 By Town Crier 0 18 6 +To Balance due to the Treasurer 2 4 9½ By Candles 0 16 5 + By Rent of Committee Room 1 8 0 + £34 12 5½ £34 13 5½ + +REPORT. + + +THE Committer of the Horncastle Tee-total Society have great pleasure in +bringing before the public their first printed Report, and are grateful +to acknowledge the success which has attended their labours, in connexion +with other friends of the Temperance cause; and notwithstanding the +opposition they have had to contend with, the cause is still progressing +in numbers, and exercising a mighty influence on the social and domestic +habits of the community at large. + +The first public meeting to explain the principles of total abstinence in +Horncastle, was held in the British School Room, in November, 1836, on +which occasion Mr. Biscombe Agent of the British Association for the +suppression of intemperance, delivered a lecture, when fifteen signed the +pledge. On the first of June, John Hocking, the Birmingham Blacksmith, +delivered a second lecture in the old Methodist Chapel, which produced a +powerful impression on the minds of the hearers, a great number gave in +their names, and the society became regularly organized; and thus six +yean ago the foundation of this society was laid, and by the laborious +exertions, and untiring zeal of a few individuals, who with little +influence, and still less money, but with feelings of sympathy for +suffering humanity, applied themselves with ardour and perseverance to +propagate its principles, to improve and ameliorate the condition of +those, who, through the use of strong drink, were sunk into the lowest +depths of poverty and degradation, to which it was possible for human +nature to arrive, and also to raise an impassable barrier, to the +progress of what undoubtedly is the greatest curse that ever afflicted +this or any other country. And it is owing to the valuable services of +those persons, who, in the face of the most determined opposition, and +the indifference of others from whom was expected better things, that +this society under the approbation of providence now holds its present +position and influence in the town and vicinity. + +The committee have still cause to regret, that notwithstanding the flood +of light, and truth, and knowledge, which has issued from the press and +found its way into almost every nook and corner of our land, and the +testimonies of living witnesses in every direction, around us, there +still exists a great amount of ignorance, prejudice, and secret +opposition to the onward progress of this glorious and god-like +institution, proving too plainly that man is still a slave to interest +and appetite, but being fully persuaded that the principles of the +temperance cause are based on truth, which cannot be successfully +controverted, and having within its bosom, a great many of the most +eminent Ministers both in and out of the establishment, and medical +gentlemen of the highest authority; and also having outlived the violence +of many a storm and now being firmly established, they look forward to +the period when this society will not have to expend its money and its +energies in reclaiming the drunkard, but in preserving the rising +generation as they attain to years of discretion, from ever becoming +such. + +The Horncastle Tee-Total Society numbers at present 530 Members, of which +300 are adults, and 230 juveniles, including a great many reclaimed +drunkards who have been raised from destitution and want, to a state of +happiness and enjoyment. + +In laying before the public the claims of the temperance cause, in order +to secure a greater amount of their attention and support, the committee +scarcely know what farther motives to urge most likely to exert a +practical influence on their minds, which have not already been brought +forward both at public meetings, and by the circulation of tracts, +sermons, &c. by thousands, (the talent and production of eminent men) +called into existence by the temperance cause. The experience of +millions in the United Kingdom prove to a demonstration that the use of +alcoholic drinks are unnecessary for the health and comfort of man; there +are sixty thousand of our fellow creatures, in this country alone every +year falling a prey, to the influence of this spirit upon their system, +and be it remembered their numbers are made up from those who boast of +their temperance, and would shudder at the thought of ever becoming +drunkards; see also the vast amount of poverty, disease, and destitution +which the prevalence of this evil entails upon millions of our fellow +countrymen which is not confined to the drunkard alone; there are also +fifty millions sterling annually spent without a murmur, producing crime +beyond calculation, when not the fiftieth part of that sum is raised by +all the benevolent and religious institutions together, for the lessening +of human woe, the circulation of the scriptures, and the evangelization +of the world: let us reverse the picture, and in this town we see homes +transformed from the abodes of wretchedness and misery to scenes of +comfort and happiness; we could name fifty who were victims of inebriety +in its worst forms, persons in every sphere of life once in the most +dreadful state of ignorance and brutality, now become sober, clothed, +fed, and in their right minds, attending places of worship instead of the +public house or taproom; _these are reasons_, which ought to weigh +powerfully on the minds of those who wish well to their fellow men, in +effectually bringing about a mighty co-operation, for the speedy +accomplishment of those happy results, which this society has in view. + +Here is an object worthy the attention and employment of every one, and +in securing which, all distinctions and differences may be set aside, +here neither religious nor political sentiments need intervene to prevent +that union of effort which is required ere our principles are fully +secured, but every one may cast in their portion of assistance and +influence until the effort thus made, shall entirely sweep away from our +country, the chief, if not the greatest curse, that ever came upon it. + +The Society (as will be seen by the cash account) is in arrears with the +Treasurer; an appeal will therefore be made to the public to enable the +committee to liquidate the same and meet the current expenses of the +society, as much greater effort requires to be made to put down +drunkenness which still abounds to a great extent. + +_Annexed are the Testimonies of a few individuals_ (_in this town_, _and +well known to many_) _who once classed amongst the most degraded and +debased_,—_they are now trophies of our cause_, _and are commanding +respect and esteem in their respective localities many more might be +named if required_. + +No. 1. Robert Baildham, Sen., became a drunkard at 18 years of age, +owing to the example of an intemperate master, and continued a drunkard +for 33 years, so that himself and family were at times reduced to the +greatest distress and poverty, wanting the common necessaries of +life,—has been a Teetotaller nearly 7 years: he has now food and raiment, +a comfortable home, gained credit, and become a respectable member. + +No. 2. John Wright, never tasted ale until 34 years of age, afterwards +became a drunkard and continued so 18 years, having expended about £500, +depriving himself and family of the common necessaries of life, causing +them to suffer many deprivations,—has been a Teetotaller 3 years, and is +now possessing every enjoyment a working man can desire. + +No. 3. William Markwell, commenced a seafaring life at the age of 18 +years, learnt to drink, and became a drunkard, which course he followed +more or less until he was 60 years old, during that long period he set +all at defiance, his character is too well known to need further +description, suffice it to say he has been a Teetotaller upwards of 6 +years, he is content and comfortable in his circumstances, and enjoys +better health than he did for 20 years previous. + +No. 4. James Taylor, for a length of time given to drink has been a +Teetotaller 4 years, consequently has become a respectable man. + +No. 5. William Jordan, Thomas, Jordan, William Turner, Thomas Heath, +James Barker, Christopher Hunter, and John Towell, Brick-makers, in Mr. +Harrison’s Yard, were all drunkards, some of them to a great extent, +spending their time and money in public houses, to the injury of their +families and the annoyance of their employer,—have now been Teetotallers +6 years, and not a gill of ale has been in the yard since. Themselves +and families are comfortable, enjoying good health; and following a most +laborious employment. + + + + +SUBSCRIPTIONS. + +Sir Henry Dymoke, Baronet £2 0_s._ 0_d._ + s. d. s. d. +Allison, E. 4 0 Wright, J. 4 0 +Sissons, W. 2 0 Carter, R. 2 0 +Simpson, C. 2 0 Stainforth 3 0 +Evison, C. 2 0 Coviller, J. 6 0 +Cussons, J. 2 0 Jackson, T. 1 0 +Addelsee, W. 2 0 Wood, W. 6 0 +Jordan, W. sen. 6 0 Darby, W. 2 6 +Jordan, W. jun. 1 0 Hickson, J. 6 0 +Elam, J. 1 0 Pocklington, H. 2 0 +Birch 1 0 East, M. 4 0 +Heath, T. 1 0 A Friend 4 0 +Stephenson, G. 1 0 Daubney, W. 6 0 +Stephenson, E. 1 0 Pain, Rev. J. 4 0 +Stephenson, E. 1 0 Ashton, J. 2 0 +Keightly, M. 2 0 Ashton, S. 2 0 +Hird H. 2 0 Tupholme, T. 1 0 +Barnes, E. 1 0 Blakey, W. 1 0 +Evison, J. 1 0 Henson, T. 2 0 +Moody, E. 2 0 Whitton, G. 2 6 +Cutforth, R. 1 0 Whelpton, R. 2 0 +Coppin, E. 1 0 Sellwood, H. Esq. 2 6 +Hanson, J. 2 0 Kent, W. R. 1 0 +Hairby 2 0 Wright, G. 1 0 +Blow, J. 1 0 Glazier, J. 0 6 +Farbon, J. 2 0 Hotchin, W. 0 6 +Nicholson, R. 3 0 Lenton, J. 1 0 +Clarke, T. 6 0 Smith, (Draper) 1 0 +Johnson S. 2 0 Overton, T. 1 0 +Fowler, T. 1 0 Hill, W. 0 6 +Coppin, W. 1 0 Slater, J. 0 6 +Maltby, R. 1 0 Hogg 1 0 +Farbon, L. 2 0 Gainsley, J. 2 6 +Kent, S. 1 0 Donations 2 4 +Gainsley, S. 1 0 + + [Cussons, Printer, Horncastle. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53786.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53786.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..bc685b5aa82b3def7574a1f520a9526cd569548a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53786.txt @@ -0,0 +1,626 @@ + + +[Transcriber's Note: Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and +italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.] + +Price, 25 cents + + + +The Dolls on Dress Parade + + + By + Effa E. Preston + + +[Illustration] + + + PAINE PUBLISHING CO. + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + +_Song Specialties for Your Entertainments_ + + +Teachers are discovering that no matter how much novelty there is in +their entertainment, how well it is arranged, how thoroughly drilled, +if they want to hold the active interest of the audience they must use +the best of songs. The songs must be real novelties. The words must be +interesting as well as decidedly clever. The music must be catchy and +abounding in rich melody. With these things in mind we have prepared +this list of superior song novelties for our patrons. All are in +regular sheet music form. + + =_Price, 35 cents each; 5 for $1.25_= + + +WELCOME SONGS + + We’ve Just Arrived from Bashful Town. + We Hope You’ve Brought Your Smiles Along. + Come and Partake of Our Welcome Cake. + We’re Very Glad to See You Here. + With Quaking Hearts We Welcome You. + + +CLOSING SONGS + + Mr. Sun and Mrs. Moon. + Now, Aren’t You Glad You Came? + We Do Not Like to Say Goodbye. + We’ll Now Have to Say Goodbye. + + =_Paine Publishing Co., Dayton, Ohio_= + + + + +_The_ Dolls on Dress Parade + + _By_ + EFFA E. PRESTON + + ——————————————————————————————— + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY L. M. PAINE + ——————————————————————————————— + + + PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + +The Dolls on Dress Parade + + +STAGE shows interior of doll shop. Shop Woman, Guests and Soldier Doll +are on stage when curtain rises. Dolls enter as announced; all except +Rag Dolls walk stiffly across stage. After they speak they stand at +rear of stage. + + +CHARACTERS + + CHILD—Little girl in ordinary dress. + SHOP WOMAN—Taller girl, dark dress, white apron. + GUESTS—Any number girls. + SOLDIER DOLL—Boy in scout or soldier suit. + RAG DOLLS—Girls in blue gingham dresses and bonnets—very limp. + FRENCH DOLL—Girl with curls, big hat, ruffled dress. + FARMER DOLL—Boy in overalls, big straw hat. + PAPER DOLL—Child in crepe paper costume. + BABY DOLL—Very small girl—long white dress and cap. + SAILOR DOLL—Boy in sailor suit. + COLLAPSIBLE DOLLS—Children in red rompers and caps. + JAPANESE DOLL—Dark girl in bright kimono, slippers, fan. + DUTCH DOLL—Girl in blue dress, white apron and cap, wooden shoes. + INDIAN DOLL—Dark child in Indian suit. + ESKIMO DOLL—Plump child—one-piece pajama suit covered with cotton + to represent fur, hood attached. + OLD DOLL—Child with uncombed hair, torn, soiled dress. + +(_Child enters._) + +CHILD: + + I’m looking for a dollie + And so I’ve come to you. + I’m told that you have in your store + Some lovely dolls quite new. + + I hope they all are home today + And every one I’ll see. + I’ll choose the very nicest + And take her home with me. + +SHOP WOMAN: + + My dear, I’ll show you many dolls + All in their best arrayed, + Because today, you lucky girl, + They have a dress parade. + +CHILD: + +A dress parade—how lovely! + +SHOP WOMAN: + + I hear their tiny shoes. + This soldier doll announces them. + You’ll find it hard to choose. + +[_SOLDIER DOLL sticks head in door off stage._] + +SOLDIER DOLL: + + All ready. There’s a child out here + Who wants a doll I think. + But do not wait another bit. + You’ve all had time to prink. + +[_Child shows delight as each doll enters._] + +[_SOLDIER DOLL announces dolls as they enter._] + +RAG DOLLS: + + We are such very useful dolls + I’m sure you must agree + That for the children everyday + No dolls are good as we. + + We’re washable, we never break, + We bend quite anyway. + Just try us for a year or two, + We are the best you’ll say. + +FRENCH DOLL: + + I am an aristocrat, + A doll of high degree. + I came to you from far away + In France across the sea. + + My name is ISABELLA, + I’m a most expensive doll + So you must treat me gently + And never let me fall. + I shut my eyes so nicely + Just tilt me back and see. + +[_SHOP WOMAN tilts her and her eyes close._] + + Now, isn’t that a clever trick? + I’m sure you will like me. + +FARMER DOLL: + + I’m a FARMER DOLL + See my rake and hoe. + I can plant your garden + And all the seeds will grow. + + I’m so very useful + I can rake the hay + And mow the wheat when it gets ripe. + I’m busy all the day. + +PAPER DOLL: + + I’m only made of paper + And cheap as cheap can be. + I don’t belong in this parade, + But still, you _might_ like me. + + My dresses, colored paper, + You’d find it fun to make. + In fact, unless you take _me_ home + You’ll make a sad mistake. + +BABY DOLL: + + Cunning baby doll am I + Pinch me and I cry + Loudly for my parents, + Don’t you want to try? + +[_SHOP WOMAN pinches her and she cries._] + +SAILOR DOLL: + + I’m Jack Tar, a sailor doll + Just off the salty sea. + And every girl in every port + Was very fond of me. + + I’ve traveled over all the world + It’s made me very clever, + A doll of my experience + You’ll seldom find if ever. + +[_Dances Sailor’s Hornpipe._] + +COLLAPSIBLE DOLLS: + + Push down our heads,— + When we arise + We’ll loudly squawk + To your surprise. + + We all collapse + And squawk, each one. + The children think us + Lots of fun. + +[_SHOP WOMAN pushes down head of each one and it squawks as it rises._] + +JAPANESE DOLL: + + My name is Lotus Flower + I came from far Japan. + Just look at my kimono + And my flirtatious fan. + + I’ll tell of cherry blossoms, + Of feasts of long ago, + Of temple bells a-ringing. + Where paper lanterns glow. + + I’ll bow to you politely + And drink a lot of tea. + I’ll honorably serve you, + So, please, I beg, take me. + +DUTCH DOLL: + + I’m Huldah from Holland, + With stout wooden shoes, + Most any wise child + Would a Dutch dolly choose. + + I never get dirty + I smile as I play + I know you’ll soon love me, + So take me today. + +INDIAN DOLL: + + My name is Laughing Water, + And your papoose I’ll be + Just hang my deerskin cradle + To sway in any tree. + + Build me a little wigwam + Where I may sleep at night, + And sing me Indian lullabies + When stars are shining bright. + + You never need be careful + But leave me in the sun. + My wax is very solid, + My colors never run. + +ESKIMO DOLL: + + I’m a hardy Eskimo + From the land of ice and snow + What a lovely doll I’d be + In the winter, don’t you see? + + Cuddle me beneath your arm, + And my fur will keep you warm. + In the snow drifts we will play + With rosy cheeks and voices gay. + +_All dolls sing—Air: COMIN’ THRU THE RYE._ + + +1. + + If a girlie needs a dollie + Made for fun and play, + If the dollie must be lovely + Girlie, look this way. + +_Chorus:_ + + Every girlie needs a dollie, + None you say have you, + So smile on me, my pretty maid, + Oh, don’t you think I’ll do? + +2. + + I’ve a nature kind and loving, + Very seldom cry, + Never frowning, always smiling, + Do not pass me by. + + +3. + + When a girlie needs a dollie + Why the search delay? + Here am I all ready, waiting, + Choose me now, today. + +_Enter OLD DOLL._ + + My name is Mary Alice, + And I’m old as old can be. + My paint’s washed off, my head is cracked, + No little girl wants me. + + My hair was once in golden curls + And now it hangs forlorn, + My eyes are dim from crying, + My pretty dress is torn. + + I only came to see the rest. + Of course I did not dream + That any child could care for me, + So shabby now I seem. [_Weeps._] + +CHILD: + + Oh, Mary Alice, please don’t cry. + I want you, I choose _you_. + I’ll love you much, much better + Than these dainty dolls so new. + They’ll find a home at once, I’m sure, + But you, my dear, need me. + + [_To audience_] I’ve made a wise selection + + I’m sure you all agree. + For after all old friends are best, + Friends that are tried and true. + And so from all the Dolls Parade + Dear Mary Alice, I choose you. + +OLD DOLL: + + You make me very happy. + I can scarce believe my ears— + To think that you will take _me_ home + And not those lovely dears. + + Their clothes are fresh and dainty, + Their cheeks are painted red, + Their locks are long and curling, + While mine are straight instead. + + But, though I’m old and faded + My heart beats warm and true— + I’ll always, always, grateful be + Dear little girl to you. + +All the other dolls—in amazement— + + She’s going to take MARY ALICE? + It really can’t be true— + +[_To MARY ALICE._] + + With all of us so beautiful + She wouldn’t look at you. + +[_To CHILD._] + + Just look again at us we beg. + You must have failed to see + Our shining curls, our dresses new, + Our pride and dignity. + + You surely don’t want that old doll! + She’s been worn out for years. + You’ll change your mind when you get home + And hurry back in tears. + + And then you’ll find we all are gone + With other little girls + Who like our style, our pretty clothes, + Our lovely flowing curls. + +SAILOR DOLL (_stepping to front and motioning rest to be still_): + + She’s right. I know, for I am wise; + Although it is to my surprise + She shows such sense, for little girls + Are always pleased by silly curls. + + They fail to see, ’neath raiment gay + A spirit that is sweet and gay. + This child is most as wise as I. + She knows it’s best to pass _us_ by + + And choose, a doll for every day, + A doll that’s had long years of play, + Is beautiful in this child’s eyes. + She’s right. _I_ know, and I am wise. + + And if the choice seems queer to you + Because you’re all so fresh and new, + I’ve traveled over sea and land, + I’m wise, at least _I_ understand. + You’d only be an honored guest. + In dolls—or friends—the old are best. + +ALL: Well, perhaps you are right. It’s nice for Mary Alice, any way, +isn’t it! + +_All sing—Air: AULD LANG SYNE._ + + Old dolls are like old friends the best + Because they’re tried and true + But we’ll be old dolls, too, some day, + Instead of fine and new. + +_Chorus:_ + + And you will love us then + When beauties fade, + The dolls you’re passing by today, + The dolls on dress parade. + +Dolls parade off stage, followed by SOLDIER DOLL, and led by the SAILOR +DOLL. CHILD stands with arms around MARY ALICE as curtain goes down. +Guests leave. + + + + +Entertainments for All Occasions + + +_Special Day Entertainments_ + + =BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES=—Irish $0.40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS=—Irish .40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS=—Irish .40 + =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN HOLLER=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S=—Irish .25 + =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE=—Irish .25 + =IN A TOY SHOP=—Preston .25 + =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK=—Irish .40 + =PUMPKIN PIE PETER=—Irish .25 + =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH=—Irish .25 + =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS=—Preston .25 + =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND=—Preston .25 + =A THANKSGIVING CONSPIRACY=—Irish .25 + =A THANKSGIVING DREAM=—Preston .25 + =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS=—Guptill .25 + + +_Dialogues and Children’s Plays_ + + ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR=—Wilbur $0.25 + DOLLS ON DRESS PARADE=—Preston .25 + A PARTY IN MOTHER GOOSE LAND=—Preston .25 + =SNAPPY HUMOROUS DIALOGUES=—Irish .40 + + +_Recitations and Pantomimes_ + + =CATCHY PRIMARY RECITATIONS=—Irish $0.30 + =OLD TIME SONGS PANTOMIMED=—Irish .40 + + +_Plays_ + + =THE DEAREST THING IN BOOTS=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =THE GREAT CHICKEN STEALING CASE OF EBENEZER + COUNTY=—Richardson .25 + =THE GREAT WHISKEY STEALING CASE=—Richardson .25 + =MISS JANIE; OR, THE CURTAILED COURTSHIP=—Bonham .25 + =THAT AWFUL LETTER=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE UNEXPECTED GUEST=—MacKenzie .25 + + +_Monologues_ + + =AS OUR WASHWOMAN SEES IT=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =ASK OUIJA=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE COUNTRY COUSIN SPEAKS HER MIND=—MacKenzie .25 + =GLADYS REVIEWS THE DANCE=—MacKenzie .25 + =I’M ENGAGED=—MacKenzie .25 + =SHE SAYS SHE STUDIES=—MacKenzie .25 + =SUSAN GETS READY FOR CHURCH=—MacKenzie .25 + + + =PAINE PUBLISHING CO. Dayton, Ohio= + + + + +Entertainments for Christmas + + +=CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS By Marie Irish= + +For children of all grades. Contents: 50 recitations, 8 monologues, 11 +plays and dialogues, 5 drills and marches, 8 tableaux, 4 pantomimes, 8 +pantomimed carols, 8 songs, etc. =Price, 40 cents.= + + +=THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK By Marie Irish= + +For children under ten years of age. Contents: 68 recitations, 12 +exercises, 7 songs, 6 drills, 12 dialogues and plays, 9 pantomimes. +=Price, 40 cents.= + + +=BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES By Marie Irish= + +Twelve pantomimes, each accompanied by complete words, directions and +music. Some are serious and some are in a lighter vein. =Price, 40 +cents.= + + +=CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS By Marie Irish= + +Ten dialogues for Primary Grades, 10 dialogues for Intermediate Grades +and 8 plays for Grammar Grades. =Price, 40 cents.= + + +=CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’ By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Brimful of fun and Christmas spirit. For any number of young folks and +children. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN’ HOLLER By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +The old-fashioned school is rehearsing for the Christmas entertainment. +Funny from beginning to end. Time, 30 minutes. For any number of +children. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S By Marie Irish= + +For all grades. 4 males, 5 females. Time, 30 minutes. A most unusual +play. Plenty of wit and humor as well as more serious episodes. Sure to +be a success. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE By Marie Irish= + +A back woods school entertainment is featured. Easy to prepare and +plenty of fun. For 6 boys and 8 girls. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 +cents.= + + +=IN A TOY SHOP By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. For 12 or more small children. A clever little play that will +please. Time, 20 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH By Marie Irish= + +For upper grades. 5 males and 6 females. Time, 30 minutes. Plenty of +fun and a great surprise. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS By Marie Irish= + +For 4 boys and 4 girls. For mixed grades. Time, 25 minutes. The older +children play Santa Claus for the younger ones. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. 8 boys, 7 girls. Time, 20 minutes. Very easy but effective. +=Price, 25 cents.= + + +=A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Humorous. For any number of children under fourteen years of age. Time, +30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + +=PAINE PUBLISHING CO.= + + * * * * * + +Transcriber’s Note: + +Page 8, verse beginning “Cuddle me beneath” had indents added to match +rest of poem in text. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Dolls on Dress Parade, by Effa E. Preston + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53832.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53832.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c4f1bfc1284b760e3ea849a0ac6b39cee0268250 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53832.txt @@ -0,0 +1,615 @@ + + + Price, 25 Cents + + + A Strike + in Santa Land + + A PLAY IN ONE ACT + + By + EFFA E. PRESTON + + [Illustration] + + + PAINE PUBLISHING CO. + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + +_Song Specialties for Your Entertainments_ + + +Teachers are discovering that no matter how much novelty there is in +their entertainment, how well it is arranged, how thoroughly drilled, +if they want to hold the active interest of the audience they must use +the best of songs. The songs must be real novelties. The words must be +interesting as well as decidedly clever. The music must be catchy and +abounding in rich melody. With these things in mind we have prepared +this list of superior song novelties for our patrons. All are in +regular sheet music form. + + =_Price, 35 cents each; 5 for $1.25_= + + +WELCOME SONGS + + We’ve Just Arrived from Bashful Town. + We Hope You’ve Brought Your Smiles Along. + Come and Partake of Our Welcome Cake. + We’re Very Glad to See You Here. + With Quaking Hearts We Welcome You. + + +CLOSING SONGS + + Mr. Sun and Mrs. Moon. + Now, Aren’t You Glad You Came? + We Do Not Like to Say Goodbye. + We’ll Now Have to Say Goodbye. + + +_Paine Publishing Co., Dayton, Ohio_ + + + + + A Strike in Santa Land + + _A Play in One Act_ + + + BY + EFFA E. PRESTON + + + PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + +A Strike in Santa Land + +CHARACTER AND COSTUMES + + + SANTA CLAUS—Regulation costume. + + MRS. SANTA CLAUS—Girl in dark dress, white apron and + cap, wears spectacles. + + BROWNIE—Small boy in brown cambric suit cut like + pajamas. + + TIN SOLDIERS—Two small boys dressed in soldier suits, + one dressed as private—boy scout suit—the other as a + general. Sew gold lace, etc., on scout suit. + + BOOKS—Five girls dressed in white, wearing from string + about neck a huge black poster on which, in bright + letters, is name of book represented. + + JUMPING JACK—Boy in blue or red suit, long stick + fastened to back, string hanging from it. He moves in a + very jerky fashion. + + TOP—Small boy or girl, plump, in bright-colored dress, + with gay stripes running around it. Stripes made by + sewing on strips of bright-colored cloth. + + DOLL—Pretty little girl beautifully dressed. Moves in + stiff fashion, talks mechanically. + + FOUNTAIN PEN—Tall boy dressed in black cambric suit cut + straight from neck to feet, gold band represented by + strip of yellow cloth sewed around suit. A pen point + cut from black or yellow cardboard is fastened at back + of neck. + + TREE—Boy or girl in green suit trimmed with branches of + evergreen. + + TIME OF PLAYING—About twenty minutes. + + + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY + L. M. PAINE + + + + +A Strike in Santa Land + + + STAGE represents a room in SANTA’S house. Packages + well tied up are piled in the back of the stage. SANTA + appears ready to start on his annual journey. + +SANTA: My, I’m tired. I’m glad Christmas comes but once a year or I +never could stand the excitement. + +MRS. SANTA [_entering_]: SANTA, it’s almost time to start. + +SANTA: Are the reindeer ready and is everything packed? + +MRS. SANTA: Yes, I think so. + +SANTA: I’ve tried trains and autos and airships but none of them suit +me like my faithful old reindeer. I don’t have to steer them up the +chimneys. They know just where to go. + +BROWNIE [_entering_]: Well, SANTA, everything is ready for your trip +but I have some unpleasant news for you. + +SANTA: Unpleasant news—that’s strange. Here in Santa-land we never hear +unpleasant things for they never happen. What is it JACK-OF ALL-TRADES? + +BROWNIE: Some of the very nicest toys we have made this whole year +refuse to be packed. They say they will not leave Santa-land and go to +earth. + +SANTA: Well! Well! Well! What do you think of that, Mother? + +MRS. SANTA: SANTA, be firm. You’re entirely too easy with them. They’ll +all be wanting to stay next year if you don’t make these toys go. + +SANTA: Of course, there are toys enough without these. + +BROWNIE: You always find some extra children you didn’t know about. + +MRS. SANTA: Certainly you do, BROWNIE, send the naughty toys in one at +a time and we will hear what they have to say. Now, SANTA, be firm. You +are so kind hearted if a doll cries you’ll let her have her way. + +SANTA: Now, MOTHER, you’re as bad as I am. + + _BROWNIE goes out and two tin soldiers enter, walking + stiffly and moving exactly together. They salute as + they come to a standstill._ + +SANTA: What’s this I hear? Why aren’t you packed? + +FIRST SOLDIER: I don’t want to be given to any child. Suppose I should +not be properly treated. A careless boy might not treat me according to +my rank. I am a general—suppose a private soldier was placed in front +of me. Suppose he was given the best place in our box. I never could +stand that. What a fate for a General. + +SECOND SOLDIER: SANTA CLAUS, I am a private soldier and I am proud +of it. The Brownie who made me did a fine job. Just see how well my +uniform fits. I’m just as proud as the General. I will not associate +with soldiers I have to salute all the time and wait on. If I got put +in the box with a General I wouldn’t like it any more than he would. +Children are very careless. Something unpleasant might easily happen. I +think it best for me to stay right here. The Brownies can use me as a +pattern next Christmas. + +SANTA: This is very strange. I never dreamed that you toys didn’t get +on perfectly well. After this I’ll put all the officers in one box and +all the common soldiers in another. + +_BROWNIE brings in five girls who represent books. They sing_— + + _Song—Air_: MY BONNIE + +FIRST BOOK: + + WE’RE BOOKS filled with stories and pictures. + We want to stay spotless and clean. + And not become dog eared and dirty + Like most story books you have seen. + +_Chorus_: + + We want to stay + Right here in Santa Claus Land, we do. + We want to stay + Right here in Santa Claus Land. + +SECOND BOOK: + + WE’LL not be marked up by bad children— + Our pages all mislaid and worn. + All sticky with jelly and candy, + Our beautiful pictures all torn. + +FIRST BOOK: I’m Anderson’s Fairy Tales. I have the loveliest stories in +me—all the Ugly Duckling and the Shoes that Danced, and the poor little +Match Girl. + +SECOND BOOK: I’m the Just-So Stories. Oh, how funny I am. I tell about +how the Elephant got his trunk, how the Camel got his hump, and about +man’s first friend, the dog. + +THIRD BOOK: I am Alice in Wonderland. You’ll just love Alice. Everybody +does. The White Rabbit is the sweetest thing. + +FOURTH BOOK: I tell about Robinson Crusoe. I’m awfully exciting. A boy +would like me for Christmas but he won’t get me. + +FIFTH BOOK: I’m Little Women—with a lovely binding and lots of +pictures. The little girls’ grandmothers read and liked me for I am a +book that never gets old. I have earned a vacation so I shall stay home +this Christmas. + +SANTA: Dear me. This is very annoying. + +MRS. SANTA: Be firm. Be firm. + + _BROWNIE brings in a JUMPING JACK._ + +JUMPING-JACK: SANTA, I’m sorry to seem fussy but I really can’t go out +this year. How would you like to be capering like this [_jerks about_] +every time someone pulled a string. Folks think a JUMPING-JACK’S arms +and legs never get tired but I want to tell you they do. + +SANTA _and_ MRS. SANTA [_together_]: Poor thing. + + _BROWNIE brings in TOP._ + +TOP [_spinning round and round_]: SANTA, I’m so dizzy my head will fly +off. After I was made all the Brownies in the workshop kept spinning +me just because I have such a sweet hum. If I have to be put on a +Christmas tree and be played with all day tomorrow I shall spin myself +to death. I expect to stay right here, SANTA. + +MRS. SANTA: But it isn’t hard work to spin. + +TOP: You just try it for a day, dear MRS. SANTA. + +_BROWNIE brings in beautiful doll._ + +DOLL: I suppose you’re cross, SANTA, but I can’t help it. I have heard +the most terrible stories about the way dolls are treated by careless +little girls. They have their lovely curls torn off and their eyes +are poked in by little girl’s fingers. They are left outdoors in the +sun and rain and that spoils the complexion. It took two days to make +my complexion and I will not have it spoiled. Think of having this +lovely dress made dirty by sticky fingers. You and MRS. SANTA will be +lonesome. You really need me any way. I have named myself since I do +not intend that any child shall have a chance to name me. + +BROWNIE: What is your name? + +DOLL: It is beautiful. GWENDOLYN GERALDINE GENEVIEVE ARABELLA. Isn’t +that a delightful name? + +BROWNIE: I shall call you JERRY for short. I can’t remember all that +list. + +DOLL: JACK-OF ALL-TRADES, you’ll address me by my proper name or not at +all. + +SANTA: Don’t quarrel. He won’t call you anything for you won’t be here. +[_DOLL cries._] + + _BROWNIE brings in FOUNTAIN PEN._ + +PEN: SANTA, I’m entirely too smart to give away. I can write wonderful +things. + +SANTA: What have you written? + +PEN: I’ll say my last poem for you. I just wrote it on my box lid. It +is what a little boy said at a Christmas entertainment and it’s about +you. + +MRS. SANTA: Say it for us, PEN. + +PEN [_Recites_]: + + LAST Christmas eve, at twelve o’clock— + I know ’twas very shocking— + I tried to see dear SANTA CLAUS, + The while he filled my stocking. + + I hid within the chimney nook + And chuckled with elation + To think how SANTA’D be surprised + And filled with consternation. + + But, later, SANTA was amused, + ’Twas he who did the peeping. + I never saw how SANTA looked, + Alas, he found me sleeping. + +SANTA: Ha! Ha! They never catch old SANTA napping. Every year some +child tries to see me fill his stocking but it’s no use. It can’t be +done. + +PEN: You can see for yourself, SANTA, that you need some one like +me with you all the time. If I can write verses like that think how +beautifully I could answer the millions of letters you get every year +from the children all over the world. You need me SANTA. Don’t think of +sending me away. + +SANTA: Well, PEN I’ve answered letters without you for a great many +years, but perhaps you are right. + +MRS. SANTA: SANTA, be firm, be firm. + + _BROWNIE brings in CHRISTMAS TREE, crying._ + +TREE: I won’t be trimmed. I won’t be trimmed. I don’t want things hung +on me. I hate candles. I don’t want tinsel strung over my branches. +Those silly toys will be stuck all over me. I won’t be a CHRISTMAS +TREE, so there. + +ALL THE TOYS: We’re not going away. Don’t worry. We don’t expect to be +hung on any tree. + +SANTA: You poor little tree—stop crying. You and the TOYS may stay with +me till next year. + +TREE _and_ TOYS: Oh, thank you, SANTA. You are a dear. + +MRS. SANTA: There, I knew he wouldn’t be firm. He spoils them all. + +_TREE and TOYS retire to rear of stage and appear to talk together._ + + _Enter BROWNIE._ + +BROWNIE: Oh, SANTA, I have just received a terrible message on the +wireless from a little settlement in Alaska. + +SANTA: What is it? What is it? + +BROWNIE: The message was sent by your helper, FLEET-FOOT. He learned +just an hour ago that there is a family living in the little settlement +that was not counted when he made his census. There are two children—a +boy and a girl, both very small. + +MRS. SANTA: Poor little things, and no presents left for them. + +SANTA: No, I must start in five minutes. There’s no time to make +anything for them now. + +BROWNIE: There’s nothing left in the workshop. I just looked. It’s a +shame. FLEET-FOOT says they are such nice children. + + _During all this conversation the TREE and the TOYS have + been listening very carefully. They come forward._ + +TREE: How many children, did you say? + +BROWNIE: Two—very nice ones. + +SOLDIERS [_together_]: Do you think they could tell a General from a +private? + +DOLL: Does the little girl have clean hands? + +PEN: I suppose the parents might appreciate my poetry. + +TOP: Nights are long in Alaska. They would spin me only in the daytime +I suppose. + +JUMPING-JACK: One reason why I wanted to stay here was because of the +climate. It’s cold in Alaska, too, isn’t it SANTA? + +SANTA: Yes, my child, yes. + +BOOKS [_together_]: You think we ought to go, don’t you, SANTA? + +SANTA: My dear TOYS, I leave it to your consciences. Do you like to +think of those two little children way up in Alaska doing without any +Christmas gifts because you were selfish? + +TOYS _and_ TREE [_together_]: Oh, SANTA, you always get us to do just +what you want us to anyway. + +TREE: Come on, folks, we might as well go in and be packed. There’s +nothing else to do. + +TOYS: Yes, come on. + +MRS. SANTA: I’m so glad Santa was firm. + +SANTA: Before we go let’s sing one song together—a good old Christmas +song. + +TREE _and_ TOYS: All right. + +ALL sing— + +_Air_: SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP + + 1—Blow, cold winds, blow + Across the drifting snow. + The Christmas bells chime sweet and clear + Like fairy music to the ear, + Blow, cold winds, blow. + + 2—Sing, gayly sing + Make all the echoes ring. + Since Christmas comes but once a year + We’ll celebrate with right good cheer, + Sing, gayly sing. + + 3—Glow, hearth fires, glow. + The Christmas lights are low. + The Yule log’s almost burned away— + At dawn the ashes will be gray. + Glow, hearth fires, glow. + + CURTAIN + + + + +Entertainments for All Occasions + + +_Special Day Entertainments_ + + =BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES=—Irish $0.40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS=—Irish .40 + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS=—Irish .40 + =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN HOLLER=—Guptill .25 + =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S=—Irish .25 + =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE=—Irish .25 + =IN A TOY SHOP=—Preston .25 + =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK=—Irish .40 + =PUMPKIN PIE PETER=—Irish .25 + =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH=—Irish .25 + =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS=—Preston .25 + =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND=—Preston .25 + =A THANKSGIVING CONSPIRACY=—Irish .25 + =A THANKSGIVING DREAM=—Preston .25 + =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS=—Guptill .25 + + +_Dialogues and Children’s Plays_ + + =ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR=—Wilbur $0.25 + =DOLLS ON DRESS PARADE=—Preston .25 + =A PARTY IN MOTHER GOOSE LAND=—Preston .25 + =SNAPPY HUMOROUS DIALOGUES=—Irish .40 + + +_Recitations and Pantomimes_ + + =CATCHY PRIMARY RECITATIONS=—Irish $0.30 + =OLD TIME SONGS PANTOMIMED=—Irish .40 + + +_Plays_ + + =THE DEAREST THING IN BOOTS=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =THE GREAT CHICKEN STEALING CASE OF EBENEZER COUNTY=—Richardson .25 + =THE GREAT WHISKEY STEALING CASE=—Richardson .25 + =MISS JANIE; OR, THE CURTAILED COURTSHIP=—Bonham .25 + =THAT AWFUL LETTER=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE UNEXPECTED GUEST=—MacKenzie .25 + + +_Monologues_ + + =AS OUR WASHWOMAN SEES IT=—MacKenzie $0.25 + =ASK OUIJA=—MacKenzie .25 + =THE COUNTRY COUSIN SPEAKS HER MIND=—MacKenzie .25 + =GLADYS REVIEWS THE DANCE=—MacKenzie .25 + =I’M ENGAGED=—MacKenzie .25 + =SHE SAYS SHE STUDIES=—MacKenzie .25 + =SUSAN GETS READY FOR CHURCH=—MacKenzie .25 + + + =PAINE PUBLISHING CO.= =Dayton, Ohio= + + + + +_Entertainments for Christmas_ + + + + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS= =By Marie Irish= + +For children of all grades. Contents: 50 recitations, 8 monologues, 11 +plays and dialogues, 5 drills and marches, 8 tableaux, 4 pantomimes, 8 +pantomimed carols, 8 songs, etc. =Price, 40 cents.= + + + =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK= =By Marie Irish= + +For children under ten years of age. Contents: 68 recitations, 12 +exercises, 7 songs, 6 drills, 12 dialogues and plays, 9 pantomimes. +=Price, 40 cents.= + + + =BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES= =By Marie Irish= + +Twelve pantomimes, each accompanied by complete words, directions and +music. Some are serious and some are in a lighter vein. =Price, 40 +cents.= + + + =CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS= =By Marie Irish= + +Ten dialogues for Primary Grades, 10 dialogues for Intermediate Grades +and 8 plays for Grammar Grades. =Price, 40 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Brimful of fun and Christmas spirit. For any number of young folks and +children. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN’ HOLLER= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +The old-fashioned school is rehearsing for the Christmas entertainment. +Funny from beginning to end. Time, 30 minutes. For any number of +children. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S By Marie Irish= + +For all grades. 4 males, 5 females. Time, 30 minutes. A most unusual +play. Plenty of wit and humor as well as more serious episodes. Sure to +be a success. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE= =By Marie Irish= + +A back woods school entertainment is featured. Easy to prepare and +plenty of fun. For 6 boys and 8 girls. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 +cents.= + + + =IN A TOY SHOP= =By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. For 12 or more small children. A clever little play that will +please. Time, 20 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH= =By Marie Irish= + +For upper grades. 5 males and 6 females. Time, 30 minutes. Plenty of +fun and a great surprise. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS= =By Marie Irish= + +For 4 boys and 4 girls. For mixed grades. Time, 25 minutes. The older +children play Santa Claus for the younger ones. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND= =By Effa E. Preston= + +In rhyme. 8 boys, 7 girls. Time, 20 minutes. Very easy but effective. +=Price, 25 cents.= + + + =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS= =By Elizabeth F. Guptill= + +Humorous. For any number of children under fourteen years of age. Time, +30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + + =PAINE PUBLISHING CO.= =Dayton, Ohio= + + * * * * * + +Transcriber’s Notes: + +Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + +Page 4, “standstll” changed to “a standstill” (to a standstill) + +Page 10, “hearthfires” changed to “hearth fires” to match first usage +in verse. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Strike in Santa Land, by Effa E. Preston + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53888.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53888.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0e5bc7c20d01165ffffc7ff488db5f2aeda68146 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53888.txt @@ -0,0 +1,304 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the 1869 Marylebone Penny Readings edition by David +Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + THE + MARYLEBONE + PENNY READINGS + AND THEIR + CRITICS: + + + AN ADDRESS TO THE PATRONS AND FRIENDS + OF THE + MARYLEBONE PENNY READINGS, + BY + HENRY TAYLOR, + HONORARY CONDUCTOR. + + * * * * * + + LONDON: + PUBLISHED BY THE MARYLEBONE PENNY READINGS, + _The Harrow Road Hall_, _Cromwell Terrace_, _W._ + + 1869. + + [PRICE ONE PENNY.] + + * * * * * + + + + +TO THE PATRONS AND FRIENDS +OF +THE MARYLEBONE PENNY READINGS. + + +MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN, + +As Certain statements have appeared in the Local Journals reflecting upon +my character as the Honorary Conductor of “The Readings,” and upon the +Institution, I deem it my duty to send this statement to you, with the +request that you will give it your kind and impartial consideration. I +should not have adopted this course had the Editors of those journals, +viz.: “The Marylebone Mercury” and “The Bayswater Chronicle,” inserted my +letters addressed to them, giving a denial of the misrepresentations. I +think it may not be out of place to give you a sketch of the progress of +the Institution, and to mention from what cause I was induced to commence +the series of Penny Readings first known as “Praed Street Penny +Readings,” but afterwards more appropriately termed “The Marylebone Penny +Readings.” I had attended many Penny Reading meetings within the +metropolis and was thoroughly convinced that such meetings were not only +calculated to do much good, but would be very acceptable to the working +classes if properly conducted; but, unfortunately, in many instances the +programmes abounded with Vulgar Comic Songs, while in others a religious +spirit was infused, rendering the programme monotonous and unattractive. +Having a little time at my disposal, I determined upon founding a series +of Penny Readings, having for its objects—“presenting a counter +attraction to haunts of vice and of creating and improving the tastes for +pure and standard literature.” With this view, I gave an inaugural +meeting at the Foresters’ Hall, on Thursday evening, November 21st, 1867, +when our esteemed member, Mr. Thomas Chambers, M.P., Q.C., presided; +through the kindness of the Rev. John Clifford, LL.B., I was permitted to +hold a series of twenty-seven meetings in the small room beneath “Praed +Street Chapel;” the first meeting was held there on the 24th November, +under the Presidency of Mr. F. Berridge, F.R.G.S. The first four +meetings were thinly attended, but the attendance gradually increased +until they acquired a popularity as the first of their class. + +Encouraged by success, another branch was opened at “The Lecture Hall, +New Church Street.” This branch, unfortunately, proved a financial +failure. At the end of the series I found we were in debt to the extent +of £25: of this I paid £15, and with the consent of the creditors, about +£10 was allowed to remain until another season; under these circumstances +I did not feel justified in increasing our liabilities by publishing a +report. Being now practically convinced that although these meetings +could not be a financial success, they would accomplish their object and +be very acceptable to the working classes—knowing that there were many +noblemen and gentlemen who would willingly assist such a good and really +charitable cause, I appealed to many I knew to be interested in the +welfare and progress of the working man, and had the pleasure of +receiving many affirmative and encouraging replies. In November last I +wrote to the Rev. J. Moorhouse, (Vicar of St. James’s, Paddington), for +permission to hold meetings within the St. James’s National Schools,—this +was granted for a period of thirteen meetings; the series were duly +inaugurated at the Schools, and well attended. After the seventh +Reading, I received an intimation from the Secretary of the School +Committee to the effect that they had resolved to withdraw their +permission on the ground that such Readings were not in conformation with +the objects for which the Schools were built, viz.: National Education. +I must confess I was greatly surprised at this declaration, inasmuch as +many gentlemen of eminence who had presided at the meetings, including +the Rt. Hon. A. H. Layard, M.P., and Thomas Chambers, Esq., M.P., had +publicly stated that they believed such meetings to be a certain and +valuable channel for the conveyance of learning. Such being the decision +of the School Committee, however unjustified they may have been in +withdrawing the permission before the expiration of the stated time, I +had no alternative but to submit to that decision. I then engaged the +large and commodious Hall known as “Providence Hall,” and this was +presided over by our esteemed patron the Hon. Lord Fitzmaurice, M.P., for +Calne. We were again successful until a clique was formed against us by +members of a similar institution and others to disturb our meetings. +After vainly attempting to hold meetings, I called a private meeting, at +which Mr. Edmond Beales presided, and we decided upon holding no further +meetings for the present; at the same time a committee was formed at my +request to audit and investigate accounts, and to publish the report. + +Having given you a brief, and I trust a satisfactory account of our +proceedings, I feel it incumbent upon me to comment upon the statements +referred to in the former part of this address. The first subject of +comment will be the circular _purporting_ to be issued by Lord Lichfield; +the second, the case of Oetzmann _versus_ The Marylebone Penny Readings; +and thirdly, the scandalous and unfounded reports of the Local Journals. + +The circular referred to was that issued by Mr. C. J. Ribton Turner (?), +and purporting to be signed by Lichfield, Hodgson Pratt, J. W. Probyn, H. +N. Hoare, Auberon Herbert, and Julian Goldsmid, who state that they have +withdrawn their names from the Patron List of “The Marylebone Penny +Readings” owing to reports which have appeared in “The Marylebone +Mercury” of proceedings taken against the Hon. Conductor in the +Bloomsbury County Court; and that “we beg further to state that though +Mr. Taylor was requested by Lord Lichfield on the 3rd inst., (March), to +furnish a statement of his receipts and expenditure, he has not, up to +the present time, thought fit to comply with the invitation.” Whether in +issuing this circular Mr. C. J. Ribton Turner has been authorised to use +the names appended to it, I cannot say; but this I can truly affirm,—that +the said circular is a tissue of misrepresentations. In the first place, +I was _never_ requested by Lord Lichfield to furnish any account +whatever. The facts of the case are these:—On Tuesday, March 1st., the +Right Hon. the Earl of Lichfield (with authority) was announced to +preside at our usual weekly meeting; his Lordship came to the meeting, (I +am informed accompanied by Thomas Oetzmann and others, this being +previously arranged); his Lordship informed the audience that he had +never given his consent to preside at the meeting, and expressed his +dissatisfaction at the course Mr. Taylor had taken regarding the payment +of the account of Thomas Oetzmann, trading as Thomas Oetzmann & Company +(?). With all due respect to his Lordship, I am assured that he gave his +consent to preside; and it may be desirable to mention, that on the +Thursday previous to the meeting, I sent a note reminding him of his +promise; and on the following Monday I sent a programme of the meeting. +If his Lordship had not promised to preside, why did he not send an +intimation? On the 2nd March I addressed a letter to his Lordship +apologizing for the mistake, _if_ on our part, and asking whether I +should retain his Lordship on the Patron List, and adding that I should +be pleased to furnish him with a statement of receipts and expenditure. +I trusted that his Lordship would not be guided by _exparte_ statements. +On the 4th his Lordship replied, stating that he must decline to remain +on the Patron List, but would be willing to give any statement that might +be forwarded his impartial consideration. I was prevented by ill health +from sending the account before the 20th. On the 23rd his Lordship +returned the account for audit and publication, and it is now in the +hands of the Audit Committee. As I had the authority to place the names +of Hodgson Pratt, Julian Goldsmid, H. N. Hoare, and J. W. Probyn, +Esquires, upon the List of Patrons, in the absence of any notification +that either of those gentlemen wished to have their names removed, I may +with justice consider them as belonging to the Institution. A note is +appended to the effect that the Rev. James Moorhouse and Dr. Forbes +Winslow never authorized the publication of their names as Patrons; this +I beg to state is false, and that those gentlemen have taken very +prominent parts in our meetings; from these facts I consider that we may +very justly ignore the circular and its fallacious contents. + +The next subject for comment is the case of Oetzmann _versus_ The +Marylebone Penny Readings, in which I was, as Hon. Conductor, sued for +the balance of accounts. I think it necessary to state that the original +amount of account was £3 17s. 1d.; of this £2 1s. was paid, leaving a +balance of £1 16s. For this balance I was sued! A representative of the +firm (collector I presume) called upon me at the latter-end of December +for the amount. I told him we were not in a position to pay, but would +guarantee its payment within three months; the collector expressed his +approbation, and withdrew. On me 22nd January I received a copy of “The +Marylebone Mercury;” upon perusal I found, to my great surprise, a report +of the case in which I was sued for the balance of account at the suit of +“Thomas Oetzmann, trading as Thomas Oetzmann and Company.” I did not +receive any summons, nor was I aware that proceedings were taken until I +saw the paper alluded to. In support of the case, letters were put in, +in one of which it was stated I pleaded minority,—this I most +emphatically deny! and in support of this assertion, beg to state that I +called upon the said Thomas Oetzmann on the 16th of March to produce the +said letter, which of course was not done. Comment is needless. The +account is paid; but nevertheless, Thomas Oetzmann continues a system of +unjustifiable persecution, at once unmanly and cowardly; he has been to +our tradesmen and made gross misrepresentations; he has been to our Halls +and disturbed our meetings, and guilty of such conduct as any honest man +would be ashamed of. + +Now I would refer to the unwarrantable attacks made upon me, and “the +readings” in the columns of “The Marylebone Mercury” and “The Bayswater +Chronicle.” I am an ardent advocate for the liberty of the press; but I +think all will agree with me that as the press have undoubted power, they +should be careful how that power is used in giving currency to personal +attacks and _exparte_ statements; when this is done, they should at least +give the attacked party an opportunity of replying to the +accusations;—this has not been done in my case. My letters addressed to +the Editors of both journals, containing denials to unfounded statements +and inaccurate reports, have been suppressed in many cases; while in +others disjointed and useless extracts have been made from them. I would +appeal to you, is this justice? You will, I am sure, say “No!” “The +Marylebone Mercury” has been extremely bitter and unjust in its +criticism. I think it a disgrace that any journal having the Flag of +Freedom hanging over its head, should insert petty, and of course +anonymous attacks at the instance of any one who advertises largely in +their columns; but in the Mercury, (or more appropriately speaking, +“Múckery”), Editorial Office Justice is most decidedly blind. As to “The +Bayswater Chronicle,” Bacchus and prejudice seem to be the presiding +Gods—it has been of late a repertoire of unwarrantable attacks and false +reports, such as it is plainly perceptible emanate from a malicious pen. +It may not be out of the place to state that the Editor of “The Bayswater +Chronicle”—a Mr. Myers (?)—came to our meeting one evening in a state of +intoxication, having, as his friend informed us, been tasting wine at the +Docks. After vainly endeavouring to disturb the meeting, the gentleman +(?) conducted himself in a most abominable and disgusting manner—so much +so, that appeals were made to me from all parts of the Hall to expel him; +but being unwilling to do so, I allowed him to remain; however, the +audience violently expelled him by sundry kicks and a good bonnetting; +this may be sufficient to account for the bitter spirit in which “Mr. +Editor” discharges that which he has the audacity to term a public duty. + +Comparisons have been drawn between the meetings of our Institution, and +those of a similar character, which it is asserted not only pay their own +expenses, but yield a surplus for charity; but it must be borne in mind +that our meetings are very superior to any of the same class, and that we +have to pay for the hire of halls, for hirage of pianos, and occasionally +for artistes, while the majority of other Readings have their rooms and +pianos lent to them; these items, though not very great, materially +increase the expenditure; but for all this, I feel justified in stating +that had it not have been for the malicious intervention of “the clique,” +“the Readings” would have been almost self-supporting. + +I trust I may not be thought egotistical in the few remarks I am +compelled to make concerning myself, as you are aware there is much +labour attached to the post which I hold. I have laboured unceasingly, +and I trust successfully, to establish a Penny Reading Institution after +the design of its originators,—Mr. Sergeant Cox and Professor +Plumptre;—but this labour has had the effect of greatly injuring my +health,—of preventing the application of my energies to a lucrative +undertaking. I do not complain, for my task has been a labour of love to +me, but am naturally grieved to find that, after having devoted so much +valuable time and hard-earned cash, I should meet with such unwarrantable +and unjustifiable attacks and absurd opposition. I cannot but accept +this as a good omen, for every good movement meets with great opposition. +This I think proves the truth of that great Shakesperian quotation:— + + “Let Hercules do what ere he may, + Cats will mew, and every dog will have his day!” + +Even that horrid dog opposition. I have much pleasure in stating that +the affairs of the Institution will in future be managed by a President, +Chairman, Treasurer, Auditors, Secretaries, and a council elected of +Noblemen and Gentlemen, selected from the List of Patrons and Artistes. +A subscription list is opened for the purpose of liquidating the debts of +the Institution. Those who desire to testify their appreciation of our +labours, will kindly send their subscriptions to our esteemed friend +Edmond Beales, Esq., 4, _Stone Buildings_, _Lincoln’s Inn_, _W.C._, who +has kindly consented to receive subscriptions, and to see that they are +applied to the liquidation of our debts. I cannot conclude without +returning my sincere thanks to Earl Spencer; the Hon. Lord Arthur +Clinton; Thomas Chambers, Esq., M.P.; Edmond Beales, Esq.; the Hon. +Auberon Herbert; the Rev. J. Clifford; the Rev. Jas. Moorhouse; Mr. +Sergeant Cox; Professor Plumptre; Frederick Berridge, Esq.; H. W. Oatway, +Esq.; Dr. J. E. Carpenter; Dr. Atlschul; Dr. Yewen; Mesdames Rudersdorff +Leupold, Harrie Oatway, H. B. Stemson, and H. Elmer; Mr. D. Ellis Howe; +Mr. Charles Arnold; Mr. John Rowe; to my assistants—Messrs. D. B. Croft, +C. H. Liddon, and Walter Mallett; to the Editors of “The Times,” + +“Star,” “Standard,” “Lloyd’s,” and the Press generally, for the valuable +support accorded to us in the promotion and continuance of “The +Marylebone Penny Readings.” + +With these remarks, I am content to leave the judgment in your hands, +feeling assured that this statement will meet with your impartial +consideration. With many thanks for the kindness and courtesy I have +ever received at your hands, + +I have the honor to be, + + MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN, + + Your faithful Servant, + HENRY TAYLOR + _Hon. Conductor_. + +“THE HARROW ROAD HALL,” + Cromwell Terrace, Harrow Road, W. + JULY, 1869. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + FIELD AND TUER, PRINTERS, LONDON. 7769. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53938.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53938.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ce8731caa9635a31cb759141f7ee690b482f4132 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg53938.txt @@ -0,0 +1,399 @@ + + + NOTHING TO DO. + + + + + [Illustration] + + + + + NOTHING TO DO: + + A TILT AT OUR BEST SOCIETY. + + _To do nothing_ is to be a great part of your title. + SHAKSPEARE. + + + + ILLUSTRATED. + + + + BOSTON: + PUBLISHED BY JAMES FRENCH & CO. + 1857. + + + + + Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by + JAMES FRENCH & CO., + In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of + Massachusetts. + + + + STEREOTYPED BY + HOBART & ROBBINS, + New England Type and Stereotype Foundery, + BOSTON. + + + + + To + + WILLIAM A. BUTLER, ESQ., + AUTHOR OF + "NOTHING TO WEAR," + This Poem + IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED. + + + + + Nothing to Do. + + + Augustus Fitz-Herbert, as all are aware, + Having crossed the Atlantic, and got a moustache on, + Likewise being son of a known millionaire, + Stands of course on the very top round of the fashion. + Being taught to consider himself, from his birth, + As one of the privileged ones of the earth, + He cherishes deep and befitting disdain + For those who don't live in the Fifth Avenue, + As entirely unworthy the notice or thought + Of the heir of two millions and nothing to do. + He calls them canaille, which I'm credibly told + Is the only French word which he caught when away; + And though, in my case, if I might be so bold, + I should say it scarce paid one for half a year's stay, + The heir of two millions and nothing to do, + Who lives in a palace in Fifth Avenue, + As a matter of course, is no fitting comparison + For the heir of an inkstand and something to do, + Who lodges up stairs, in the house of Miss Harrison. + + In this model republic, this land of the free-- + So our orators call it, and why should not we?-- + 'Tis refreshing to know that without pedigree + A man may still climb to the top of the tree; + That questions of family, rank, and high birth, + All bow to the query, How much is he worth? + That John Smith, plebeian, who forty years since + Walked Broadway barefooted, now rides as a prince; + Having managed, though not overburdened with wit, + But rather by chance and a fortunate hit, + To take a high place on Society's rounds; + His claims being based on pence, shillings, and pounds. + I admit there's a certain republican merit + In making the fortune which others inherit; + But why should John Smith so completely ignore + The bridge which has brought him triumphantly o'er, + And turn with disgust from the opposite shore? + And why, when Miranda, whose heart is not proof + Against Cupid's sharp arrows, some day leaves his roof, + And, sundering her family-ties at a jerk, + Returns in the evening--the wife of his clerk! + Thus at Love's trumpet-call bidding Duty defiance, + Should he strive to break up the clandestine alliance? + For, though men have made money, and will do again, + There was never a case known where money made men; + And if Jones be a man in what constitutes manhood, + He's a far better match than young Frederic Stanwood, + Though the one be a clerk, and the other the heir + Of the house next M'Flimsey's, on Madison-square. + If the one is deficient in wealth, we may find + The other quite bankrupt in morals and mind. + + Excuse this digression, which yet is germain + To the subject in hand, as will be very plain + When I say that Fitz-Herbert's respected progenitor + Did business years since, as I'm told, in a den eight or + Ten feet each way, where he daily had calls + From all sorts of people with all sorts of things, + From coats and umbrellas to bracelets and rings, + To be left, until claimed, at the Three Golden Balls. + But now, long emerged from his chrysalis state, + Should his former acquaintances call at his gate, + They would doubtless receive speedy notice to leave-- + Not the articles brought, but the dwelling instanter, + With their pace perhaps changed to a very quick canter. + + So changes the world, and the men that are in it, + That those whom we hail as our equals, one minute, + We pass by the next with a very cold stare, + And gruffly inquire who the d--ickens they are. + From the past to the present--to close our review-- + From the pawnbroker's shop to the Fifth Avenue, + To the parlors so full of _objets de vertu_, + And furniture most undeniably new, + Where on tapestry carpets the foot softly falls, + And family portraits look down from the walls, + Of martial old grandsires and stately old dames; + Which, bought cheap at auction, and set in new frames, + And dubbed with high-sounding and fanciful names, + At peace after many of Fortune's mutations, + Look impressively down on their new-found relations. + There's Sir Arthur Fitz-Herbert, an old English knight, + Who won his gold spurs in a hardly-fought field, + Where he rescued the life of the gallant Black Prince + By receiving a blow meant for him--on his shield; + Of which glorious action, so well worth attention, + Not a single historian makes any mention; + Though by family documents amply attested, + In possession of those who are most interested. + Then there's Lady Fitz-Herbert--a Queen's maid of honor, + Who spent her chief time in attendance upon her; + And when the Queen left on a visit to Calais, + Remained in sole charge of--the plate and the palace. + All which, the Fitz-Herberts may justly lay claim, + Invests with proud honor the family name. + + There is something that puzzles me, let me confess-- + Why these rare old antiques wear so modern a dress! + Unless, like the comet which now reappears, + For the first time, I think, within hundreds of years, + So fashions in dress run through regular courses, + And strictly obey the mechanical forces. + Let me hereby suggest that some almanac-maker, + In his very next issue but one, undertake a + Brief record of Fashions that may reäppear + In the course of the next or the following year. + With what eager eyes would our wives read, be sure, + About--this--time--expect--a--new--style--of--coiffure, + A black lace Fichu under dark satin loops; + Or, more ominous still, a recurrence of hoops! + Attended, perhaps, by the brief intimation, + Based upon strict and exact calculation, + That the first would enjoy but a limited reign, as + It was looked for next year in far-distant Uranus; + While the last had intended to visit us sooner, + But tarried a while with the ladies of Luna. + + Apropos of the portraits--I've heard of a queer + Contretemps which befell the most famous last year; + I mean of Sir Arthur, who saved the Black Prince,-- + Excuse my not knowing how many years since. + It seems a young lady--Miss Blanche Delarue-- + One day on a visit to Fifth Avenue, + While carelessly chatting and sipping some sherbet, + Was shown the fine portrait of Arthur Fitz-Herbert, + Which, Augustus assured her, as an heirloom + Was more valued than anything else in the room, + And proceeded to speak of the well-deserved fame + Of Sir Arthur Fitz-Herbert, the first of his name, + With a few of those actions of gallant emprise, + Which have made him so great in Posterity's eyes; + Or, at least, that small part which, like Miss Delarue, + Are on visiting terms in the Fifth Avenue. + In the midst of his story conceive his amaze, + When his visitor, after a long, earnest gaze + At the portrait before her, approaching, let fall + On the tapestry carpet plate, sherbet, and all, + Which, scattered with fragments of fine porcelain, + Must have suffered, I fear, an indelible stain. + While standing aghast at a breach of propriety + Which rarely occurs in the best of society, + He was startled still more, as I cannot but own, + When the lady exclaimed, in a deeply-moved tone, + In reply to his feebly-expressed "Never mind it," + "That's my grandfather's portrait! O, where did you find it?" + Which indeed was the case, being sold at vendue, + Some years since, when the father of Blanche Delarue + Had lost for the time both his wealth and high station, + By indulging too largely in land speculation. + The unlucky portrait, I scarcely need say, + Was at once taken down, but soon after replaced + By another as stately, though somewhat defaced,-- + A clear mark of age, and which, by the way, + On Fitz-Herbert's assurance I'm glad to be able + To say was a knight of the Famous Round Table. + + If my memory fails not, 'tis three months to-day + Since Augustus Fitz-Herbert appeared in Broadway, + Having passed the last year in a tour beyond seas, + Where his travels extended from Russia to Spain, + And towards the North-West from the famed Hebrides + To the beautiful isles in the fair Grecian main. + He has wandered through climes of which even the names + Thrill the heart with emotion, or summon a tear, + When we think how completely has time swept away + The traces of all that we fain would revere. + He has stood, it may be, on the very same spot + Where Homer recited his deathless heroics, + Or paused at the portico, knowing it not, + Where Zeno addressed his disciples, the Stoics. + Perchance when he gazed from the brow of the hill + On the once famous harbor--the Attic Piræus,-- + Proud trophy of valor reverse could not chill!-- + His foot pressed the turf on the breast of Musæus. + He has seen the proud city whose arts and whose arms + In the mouth of tradition for ages have rung; + O, there is not a foot of that soil but has charms, + Where Tully once fulmined, where Virgil once sung. + In the streets of Byzantium he's smoked a chibouk + With the bearded and turbaned devout Mameluke; + Has seen the Cathedral--the glory of Munich-- + And deciphered inscriptions, _perhaps_, from the Runic; + Floated dreamily down the thrice beautiful Rhine, + Through lands that are teeming with olives and wine; + Passed a night in the capital city of Berne, + And crossed in a steamer the Lake of Lucerne; + Has strolled through the fortified town of Brussels, + And heard in old Bruges the sweet Minster bells; + Has stopped in the siege-renowned city of Prague, + And supped with Mynheer in his town of the Hague; + At length reaching France, in a steamboat crossed over + The troublesome straits linking Calais with Dover; + Which gained, up to London he travelled post-haste, + With the prominent thought, there was no time to waste. + With the help of post-horses and frequent relays, + He "did" the whole island in eight or ten days, + During which he no doubt made a thorough survey + Of all objects of interest passed on the way. + He next made a very brief visit to Cork + (The city and people he couldn't endure), + And returning took passage at once to New York, + With the comforting thought--he had made the grand tour. + + From his journal I venture below to record + A single impression received while abroad: + "June 7th, we reached Athens--a sizable place, + Some three or four miles from the Gulf of Ægina; + It contains a cathedral not equal to Grace + Church in New York, which I think is much finer. + Went up to the top of the famous Acropolis, + Which is visited daily by hundreds of people, + But can't say I think that the view from the top o' this + Is equal to that from our Trinity steeple. + The houses are mostly unsightly and small; + In Minerva and Hermes' street noticed a few + Which will do very well, but are nothing at all + Compared with our mansion in Fifth-Avenue. + The piles of old ruins one sees here and there + I consider a perfect disgrace to the town; + If they had an efficient and competent Mayor, + Like our Mayor Wood, he would soon have them down." + + Returned from his tour, he may daily be seen + Promenading Broadway with a calm air of su- + Periority, such as is rightfully worn + By the heir of two millions and nothing to do. + Observe how he shrinks, with a languid disdain, + From a shabby book-keeper with coat worse for wear; + It would scarce be befitting for fine porcelain + To come in close contact with common delf-ware. + He inclines, as I think, in regard to the masses, + In a modified form to the views of Agassiz: + As that Adam the first had another for weedin', + And other such jobs, in the garden of Eden; + While Eve has a housemaid--the wife of the latter, + Of color uncertain--perhaps a mulatto, + Who lives in the kitchen, cooks, washes, and starches, + While Eve in the parlor plays waltzes and marches; + And that those who perforce bear the burdens of life + Date their origin back to this man and his wife, + While from Adam the first are descended the few + Who are blest with long purses and nothing to do. + An exceedingly simple and practical way + Of explaining the present distinction of classes, + Conclusively showing that much finer clay + Is required for the rich than the general masses. + + Augustus last week at the Potiphars' party + Met Flora M'Flimsey, of Madison-square, + Who having found out from her friend Miss Astarte + That he--a great catch--it was thought would be there, + Although in a state of extreme destitution + In regard to apparel befitting to wear + With her usual promptness and firm resolution + Represented the case to her hard-hearted père; + Who firmly resisted her touching entreaties. + Until she was forced, in her utter despair, + To remind him she never could hope to be married, + Unless he provided her something to wear. + A state of the case so extremely appalling, + And fraught with such numberless bills of expense + To be run up hereafter, that, trouble forestalling, + He yielded at once, without further defence. + At the same time he said she was perfectly free + To place herself under a husband's protection; + And, hard as the sacrifice doubtless must be, + Provided she made a befitting parti, + That he, as her father, would make no objection. + + Her purpose achieved, on the very same day + Miss Flora went out on a tour of inspection + To all of the principal shops in Broadway, + Where at length she succeeded in making election + Of a gossamer fabric of delicate texture, + Whose merit consisted in being so rare, + That one, though attired in it twice or thrice folded, + Might almost be said to have nothing to wear. + At the party which followed (I speak with due diffidence), + Of all that were present not one could compare, + In point of dry goods and surpassing magnificence, + With Flora M'Flimsey, of Madison-square. + She came, saw, and conquered. Her eyes' brilliant lustre-- + Or that of her diamonds--effected the coup + Which brought to her feet--not the great Filibuster, + But the heir of two millions and nothing to do. + The marriage, I hear, is deferred for the present-- + The bride requires three months at least to prepare. + On the first of November, should weather prove pleasant, + There will be a grand wedding at Madison-square. + The alliance I hold to be every way proper, + Since Flora M'Flimsey, in wedding the heir + Of two millions in prospect (not bating a copper), + May hope to have something, in future, to wear. + While Augustus Fitz-Herbert, Sir Arthur's descendant, + In paying her bills for dry goods and bijoux, + With all the etceteras thereto attendant, + Will find quite as much as he wishes to do. + O, ye who in life are content to be drones, + And stand idly by while your fellows bear stones + To rear the great temple which Adam began, + Whereof the All-Father has given each man + A part in the building--pray look the world through, + And say, if you can, you have nothing to do! + Were man sent here solely to eat, drink, and sleep, + And sow only that which himself hoped to reap,-- + If, provided his toil served to gain his subsistence, + He had answered in full the whole end of existence,-- + Where then would be poets, philanthropists, sages, + Who have written their names high on History's pages? + They stood not aloof from the battle of Life, + But, placing themselves in the van of the strife, + Marching manfully forward with banner unfurled, + Left their deeds and their names a bequest to the world. + Have you ever (forgive me the bold impropriety) + Reckoned up your outstanding account with society, + Or considered how far, should your life close to-morrow, + You would merit her real and genuine sorrow? + If, in dying, the world be no wiser or better + For your having lived there, then you are her debtor; + And if, as Faith, Reason, and Scripture, all show, + God rewards us in heaven for the good done below, + I pray you take heed, idle worldling, lest you + With that better world should have nothing to do! + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: + +Obvious printer errors have been corrected. Otherwise, the author's +original spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been left intact. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54530.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54530.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f8ebab66926005990acc880d5eebe7dbe0fc0dcb --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54530.txt @@ -0,0 +1,306 @@ + + + THE + KNIFE-GRINDER’S + BUDGET + +[Illustration] + + “Swing-up, my Lads!” + The Drill-Sergeant cries, + “And fix on the Fugle-man + Each of your eyes.” + + PRICE ONE PENNY. + + + + +[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. + +THE KNIFE-GRINDER.] + + + + + THE + + KNIFE-GRINDER’s + + BUDGET + + OF + + _Pictures & Poetry_, + + FOR + + BOYS AND GIRLS. + + + OTLEY: + + PRINTED BY WILLIAM WALKER. + + 1829. + + + + +THE BUDGET + + +[Illustration] + + “Come buy my fine Apples,” + The old Woman cries, + “You cannot have better + For eating or pies.” + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Huxter and Donkey + Are both on their legs: + They’re going to market + For butter and eggs. + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Barber, of all men, + Is most full of news, + And ever detested + By long-bearded Jews. + + + + +[Illustration] + + “Well, Richard, you’re mounted + Again, I declare!” + “Yes, riding is better + Than walking, by far!” + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Goat on the crag + You see fast asleep; + From whence he can leap, + Tho’ it’s ever so steep. + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Child and Miss Pussy + Do play very nice; + But Pussy had much rather + Play with some mice. + + + + +[Illustration] + + “Be quick as a Lamp-lighter!” + Sometimes we say: + Here’s one upon duty + Fast tripping away. + + + + +[Illustration] + + O, Keeper! thy visage + Is dreadful indeed! + Thy presence I’ll flee + With all possible speed. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Here comes for the Butcher + A fine lusty Calf, + For the killing of which + He perhaps will get half. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Potatoes are useful, + If they be but good: + The ground must be till’d, + Or we cannot have food. + + + + +[Illustration] + + That Hound, I dare say, + Won’t like the Boy’s whip; + Could he break the cord, + He would give him the slip. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Poor Jack! I’m afraid + That thy bum will be sore: + That footmen were boot-jacks + I ne’er knew before. + + + + +[Illustration] + + You here see a poor man + Repairing a chair; + He sits on the ground, + Quite expos’d to the air. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Silk, Cotton, and Sugar, + And Coffee, and Tea, + Are fetch’d by the sailors + Across the great sea. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Poor Tray seems inclin’d + With Matilda to dine: + He wants but the meat,— + He would leave her the wine. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Come buy my fat Rabbits, + Come, Ladies, and buy; + With mutton they make + A most excellent pie. + + + + +[Illustration] + + When the Hen calls her Chickens, + They follow straight-way; + So Children should always + Their Parents obey. + + + + +[Illustration] + + You see the old Laundress + At work in her drills; + But I fear she’s too old + To crimp you your frills. + + + + +[Illustration] + + “Buy a good sweeping-brush,— + Hand-brushes buy,— + I’ll sell you cheap brushes,”— + The old man doth cry. + + + + +[Illustration] + + This Lady of pleasure + Is taking fresh air; + Which may do very well, + If the weather keep fair. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Poor Ned, I’m afraid, + Cannot meet with his horse; + He seems quite distracted + At so great a loss. + + + + +[Illustration] + + The Girl you see swinging, + If the band only break, + Will be in great danger + Of breaking her neck. + + + + +[Illustration] + + A Bull-baiting now + Puts an end to my book: + The scene is so cruel, + I can scarce bear to look. + + + + +_W. Walker, Printer, Otley._ + + + + + THE + KNIFE-GRINDER’S + BUDGET. + +[Illustration] + + Old Billy, poor man! + Is depriv’d of his sight, + But still with his music + Produces delight. + + PRICE ONE PENNY. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54830.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54830.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3c1ac7a0b98d65cd7bc9581cf658583dfc89da09 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg54830.txt @@ -0,0 +1,335 @@ + + + The Graves + of the Fallen + + [Illustration] + + Imperial War Graves Commission + + + + + NOTE. + + + _This Descriptive Account of the work of the Imperial War Graves + Commission was written by Mr. Rudyard Kipling at the Commission’s + request. The Illustrations showing the cemeteries and memorials as + they will appear when completed are by Mr. Douglas Macpherson._ + + + + + _What the Commission is._ + + +The Commission consists of:-- + + The Secretary of State for War. + + The Secretary of State for the Colonies. + + The Secretary of State for India. + + The First Commissioner of Works. + + The Hon. Sir George Perley, K.C.M.G. (appointed by the Government + of Canada). + + The Right Hon. Andrew Fisher, P.C. (appointed by the Government of + Australia). + + The Hon. Sir Thomas Mackenzie, K.C.M.G. (appointed by the + Government of New Zealand). + + The Right Hon. W. P. Schreiner, P.C., K.C., C.M.G. (appointed by + the Government of the Union of South Africa). + + The Hon. Sir Edgar Bowring (appointed by the Government of + Newfoundland). + +and the following members who accepted the invitation to help in this +work, and were appointed by Royal Warrant:-- + + Sir William Garstin, G.C.M.G., G.B.E. + + Mr. Harry Gosling, C.H., J.P. + + Mr. Rudyard Kipling. + + General Sir C. F. N. Macready, G.C.M.G., K.C.B. + + General Sir Herbert C. O. Plumer, G.C.B., G.C.M.G., G.C.V.O. + + Admiral Sir Edmund S. Poë, G.C.V.O., K.C.B. + + Major-General Fabian Ware, C.B., C.M.G. + +All letters should be addressed to the Secretary, Imperial War Graves +Commission, Winchester House, St. James’s Square, S.W. 1; and not to any +individual member of the Commission. + + +_Its History._ + +The origin and development of the Imperial War Graves Commission is very +simple. In the first days of the war the different armies engaged +created organisations, under the direction of the War Office, to +register, mark, and tend the graves of British soldiers, as well as to +answer inquiries from relatives, and, where possible, to send them +photographs of the graves. Later, a National Committee was constituted, +which, on the suggestion of the Prince of Wales, who took a keen +personal interest in the work, was expanded into an Imperial Commission, +representing the Dominions, India, the Colonies, the fighting Services, +Labour, the great public departments interested, and the British Red +Cross, which latter had supplied, as it still does to a considerable +extent, the funds for photographing and planting the graves. + + +_Its Finance._ + +The finance of the Commission is Imperial. All parts of the Empire have +generously and unreservedly promised to bear their share of the +expenses. The Imperial War Conference, having considered the proposals +of the Commission, passed the following resolution on June 17, 1918: +“The Conference desires to place on record its appreciation of the +Labours of the Imperial War Graves Commission, and is in favour of the +cost of carrying out the decisions of the Commission being borne by the +respective Governments in proportion to the numbers of the graves of +their dead.” + +[Illustration: A WAR CEMETERY WITH PERMANENT MEMORIALS AS DESIGNED.] + + + + + _THE CEMETERIES._ + + +With the growth of the war the Commission’s work naturally covered every +part of the world where the men of the Empire had served and died--from +the vast and known cities of our dead in Flanders and France to hidden +and outlying burial-grounds of a few score at the ends of the earth. +These resting-places are situated on every conceivable site--on bare +hills flayed by years of battle, in orchards and meadows, beside +populous towns or little villages, in jungle-glades, at coast ports, in +far-away islands, among desert sands, and desolate ravines. It would be +as impossible as undesirable to reduce them all to any uniformity of +aspect by planting or by architecture. + +In a war where the full strength of nations was used without respect of +persons, no difference could be made between the graves of officers or +men. Yet some sort of central idea was needed that should symbolise our +common sacrifice wherever our dead might be laid; and it was realised, +above all, that each cemetery and individual grave should be made as +permanent as man’s art could devise. + + +_Their Design and Care._ + +The Commission instructed Sir Frederic Kenyon, K.C.B., to report how +these aims could best be realised, and he, after consulting very fully +with the relatives, representatives of the Services, religion and art, +and knowing the practical limitations, particularly in obtaining labour, +for carrying out such a vast undertaking, recommended that in each +cemetery there should stand a Cross of Sacrifice, and an altarlike Stone +of Remembrance, and that the headstones of the graves should be of +uniform shape and size. Stone crosses to succeed the temporary wooden +crosses were at first suggested, but crosses of the small size +necessitated by the nearness of the graves to each other do not allow +sufficient space for the men’s names and the inscriptions, and are also +by their shape too fragile and too subject to the action of frost and +weather for enduring use. Plain headstones, measuring 2 ft. 6 in. by 1 +ft. 3 in., were therefore chosen, upon which the Cross or other +religious symbol of the dead man’s faith could be carved and his +Regimental badge fully displayed. The Regiments have been consulted as +to the designs of these badges, some of which have now been approved and +are ready for engraving as soon as experiments which are being carried +on have shown how to overcome the difficulties of dealing with such +numbers. In due time, then, wherever a man may be buried, from East +Africa to North Russia, his headstone will carry his Regimental badge, +identifiable the world over. + +Besides the fighting forces, provision must be made for the graves of +the merchant-seamen and discharged men whose deaths were due to enemy +action, for Sisters and Nurses killed or died of wounds or disease, for +Labour units of all races, and, indeed, for all who have served in any +capacity in the war. The distinctive badges of these headstones are not +yet all decided upon. + +[Illustration: ANOTHER WAR CEMETERY AS DESIGNED.] + +[Illustration: THE CROSS OF SACRIFICE.] + +[Illustration: THE STONE OF REMEMBRANCE.] + +[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A REGIMENTAL HEADSTONE.] + + +_Inscriptions, Registers, and Planning._ + +In addition to the name and rank upon the headstone, the Commission feel +that relatives should, if they wish, add a short inscription of their +own choice as an expression of personal feeling and affection. These +inscriptions will be at the relatives’ expense, and, to avoid unduly +crowding the stones with very small lettering, which, besides being +difficult to read, does not weather well, it has been found necessary to +restrict the length of the inscription to sixty-six letters.[A] + + [A] In counting the sixty-six letters, the space between any two words + must be reckoned as one letter. + +Every cemetery will keep registers of the dead buried there, and in +these registers it is hoped that it will be possible, with the +assistance of his kin, to enter the age, parentage, and birthplace of +each known man. + +The planning and planting of the cemeteries must depend largely on their +site and the climate of the country, but it is proposed that, as a +general rule, the cemeteries should have buildings designed for +services, ceremonies, and shelter, where the register of that cemetery +will be kept under permanent safeguard. To recapitulate:-- + + 1. For each Cemetery its Cross of Sacrifice and Stone of + Remembrance, the latter bearing the quotation (_Ecclesiasticus_ 44, + v. 14) “THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVERMORE”; + + 2. For each grave its enduring headstone, carved with the symbol of + the dead man’s faith, his name and rank, his Regimental badge, and + whatever text or inscription his relatives may add; + + 3. In the Cemetery building the register in which the man’s + birthplace, age, and parentage can be recorded and referred to. + + +_Memorials to the Missing._ + +This matter is naturally of the deepest concern to the relatives of +those whose bodies have never been recovered or identified, or whose +graves, once made, have been destroyed by later battles. Their number is +not small, and Sir Frederic Kenyon has suggested that the best way to +record their memory would be to place a tablet on the walls or cloisters +at the cemetery nearest to the spot where it is presumed they have lost +their lives. In the case of officers and men in the Flying Corps, the +place of whose death could not be known within many miles, the tablet +might be placed in the cemetery nearest to the camp from which they had +started on their last flight. But in any case relatives may be assured +that the dead who have no known resting-place will be made equal with +the others, and that each case will be dealt with upon full +consideration of its merits as regards the site and the place of the +memorial. + + +_Graves of Indian Troops._ + +The symbols of their faith will also be carved on the headstones of the +soldiers of the Indian Armies who fought beside their comrades from +England and throughout the Empire in France and Belgium in 1914-16; and +of the Indian Labour Corps who have since worked and taken the risks of +life behind the lines. A committee of the Commission has decided upon +the form that these symbols should take, and has further recommended +that a Mohammedan mosque and Hindu temple should be erected in France +for remembrance of the sacrifice made by Hindus and Mohammedans alike in +the war. The designs for these buildings have been submitted for +approval in India. In all such matters the treatment of the bodies of +these soldiers will be in strict conformity with the practice of their +religions, and will be carried out under the supervision of native +officers. + +[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A REGIMENTAL HEADSTONE.] + +[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A JEWISH HEADSTONE.] + + +_Treatment of Isolated Graves._ + +After so many years of fighting over densely populated and civilised +countries like France and Belgium, it is inevitable that there must be +single graves and groups in positions where, when the life of the land +goes forward again, they cannot be reached or tended. Some lie in what +were once town or village thoroughfares, and will be so again; others by +the side of railway stations and goods yards, houses or factories, in +arable or pasture fields, parks, gardens and the like. The objections to +leaving these graves where they are need not be dwelt upon. No +precautions save them from being encroached upon or obliterated in the +course of time. There is, moreover, a strong sentiment among all ranks +that such scattered graves look lonely, and the instinct of the Services +demands that those who fell by the wayside should be gathered in to rest +with the nearest main body of their companions. That is what the +Commission, with all due care and reverence, proposes to do. + + +_Removal of Bodies._ + +In view of the enormous number (over half a million) of our dead in +France alone, the removal of bodies to England would be impossible, even +were there a general desire for it. But the overwhelming majority of +relatives are content that their kin should lie--officers and men +together--in the countries that they have redeemed. The Allied nations, +too, have freely given their land to our dead for ever, and that offer +has been accepted by the Governments. To allow exhumation and removal in +the few cases where it has been suggested would, it seemed to the +Commission, be undesirable, if only on the principle of equality, and, +judging from what many gallant fighters have said and written before +they in their turn fell, a violation, in all but a few special cases, of +the desire of the dead themselves. + + +_Battle Memorials._ + +Memorials to commemorate the parts borne by particular armies, +divisions, or regiments in campaigns and battles, such as, to name only +a few, the Canadians at Ypres, the South Africans at Delville Wood, the +Australians at Amiens, the British at the breaking of the Hindenburg +line, will be advised upon by a fully representative military committee, +and it is to be hoped that the best art of the Empire will give its +services and advice in the designing of them. + + +_Suggestions from the Public._ + +But the work so far has only been blocked out, and there is room and +welcome for suggestions of every kind from the public throughout the +world, whose servants the Commission are. For example, it has been +suggested that the entrance to individual cemeteries should carry a text +or inscription, and it has been decided that monuments should be erected +to the dead whose graves are unknown, of a special form which has yet to +be settled. These are points, among others, upon which the Commission +would be grateful for expressions of opinion. + + +_The Progress of the Work._ + +Meantime, the long and difficult business of identification and +registration goes forward still on all fronts. The various architects to +whose charge the cemeteries have been allotted are preparing their +designs for the planting and the building required in France, and steps +are being taken to prepare dignified and characteristic designs for our +cemeteries in the East and elsewhere. All this can be effected in +reasonable time; but there is no possibility of expediting the delivery +of the headstones. More than half a million of these will be required, +and at present there is not labour enough in all the world to cut, carve +and letter them. While they are being made the wooden crosses will +stand, and, where necessary, will be renewed; the registers will be +filled and filed, and the cemeteries will be faithfully and reverently +tended. + + London: PUBLISHED BY HIS MAJESTY’S STATIONERY OFFICE. To be + purchased through any Bookseller or directly from H.M. Stationery + Office at the following addresses: Imperial House, Kingsway, + London, W.C. 2, and 28, Abingdon Street, London, S.W. 1; 37, Peter + Street, Manchester; 1, St. Andrew’s Crescent, Cardiff; 23, Forth + Street, Edinburgh; or from E. Ponsonby, Ltd., 116, Grafton Street, + Dublin. Price 6d. Net. + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Graves of the Fallen, by Joseph Rudyard Kipling + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55001.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55001.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c6cc7416583b308f1c0e11bd7f4695d35d75e24e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55001.txt @@ -0,0 +1,661 @@ + + + Price, 25 Cents + + + + + In a Toy Shop + + A Christmas Play for Small Children + + + By + EFFA E. PRESTON + +[Illustration] + + + PAINE PUBLISHING CO. + DAYTON, OHIO + + + + + Song Specialties for Your Entertainments + + + Teachers are discovering that no matter how much novelty there is in + their entertainment, how well it is arranged, how thoroughly drilled, + if they want to hold the active interest of the audience they must use + the best of songs. The songs must be real novelties. The words must be + interesting as well as decidedly clever. The music must be catchy and + abounding in rich melody. With these things in mind we have prepared + this list of superior song novelties for our patrons. All are in + regular sheet music form. + + _Price, 35 cents each; 5 for $1.25_ + + + WELCOME SONGS + + We’ve Just Arrived from Bashful Town. + We Hope You’ve Brought Your Smiles Along. + Come and Partake of Our Welcome Cake. + We’re Very Glad to See You Here. + With Quaking Hearts We Welcome You. + + + CLOSING SONGS + + Mr. Sun and Mrs. Moon. + Now, Aren’t You Glad You Came? + We Do Not Like to Say Goodbye. + We’ll Now Have to Say Goodbye. + + + _Paine Publishing Co., Dayton, Ohio_ + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + IN A TOY SHOP + _A Christmas Play for Small Children_ + + _By_ EFFA E. PRESTON + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY L. M. PAINE + + + + PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY + DAYTON, OHIO + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + In a Toy Shop + + + SCENE + + Interior of toy shop—counter at back of stage, stools in front of + counter. No toys are in sight as place is closed for the night. When + curtain rises the proprietor has on hat and coat ready to leave. + + + TIME + + Late in the evening the week before Christmas. + + + CHARACTERS AND COSTUMES + + SOLDIERS—Boys in blue soldier suits or in scout suits. + + BOOKS—Girls in white, book covers of yellow cardboard suspended, front + and back, from shoulders. Names printed on covers in black letters. + + BLOCKS—Girls in white, hollow white pasteboard box fastened about + waist. All four sides of box bear same letter in red. There are + letters for CAT, DOG and HEN. Any letters which spell a word may be + used. + + TOPS—Any number of girls in bright red dresses, very short, full skirts + that stand out as they spin. + + JUMPING JACKS—Boys in bright green suits made like tights, legs cut to + cover feet, pointed green caps, long sticks fastened up their backs. + + DOLLS—Girls with blonde curls, half in pink dresses and hats; rest in + blue, white slippers and stockings. + + TEDDY BEAR—Boy in bear suit, false face. + + STICKS OF CANDY—Girls dressed in long straight gowns of striped + material, stripes running around. May be red and white, black and + white, yellow and white, green and white, and brown and white. + + DOMINOES—Represented by three girls in white with dominoes made of + black cardboard with white numbers pinned on dresses. Use double six, + double five and double fours. + + PROPRIETOR—Tall boy in cap and long overcoat. + + + + + In a Toy Shop + + + PROPRIETOR: I’m glad it’s closing time for I’m tired. I always work so + hard the week before Christmas and I had a lot of new toys to put + away today. I hope I have no trouble in selling them but times are + hard. [_Shakes head._] Times are hard and Christmas isn’t what it + used to be. + + [_He goes out, locking door. A light is left burning for the night. A + voice calls from back of counter which should be high to make toys seem + small._] + + VOICE: Has he really gone? + + SECOND VOICE, _from large box in corner_. [_It is the TEDDY BEAR._] + Yes, I heard the door slam. + + FIRST VOICE: Come on out, friends, he’s gone. + + _From behind counter come TIN SOLDIERS, marching in single file to tune + of John Brown’s Body. They sing._ + + FIRST TIN SOLDIER: + + We’re brave toy soldiers dressed in uniforms so bright and new. + We’ve been packed in horrid boxes till we’re feeling very blue. + You’ll find us sturdy fighters and we’re brave defenders too, + Toy soldiers brave and bold. + + _Chorus_: + + See the brave toy soldiers marching, + See the brave toy soldiers marching, + See the brave toy soldiers marching, + Toy soldiers brave and bold. + + SECOND TIN SOLDIER: + + We’ve never been in battle but we’re very sure we’re brave + And in any time of danger we’ll be proud our land to save, + And you’ll always find us marching where our bonny flag shall wave, + Toy soldiers brave and bold. + + THIRD TIN SOLDIER: + + We’re every one commanders—I give orders just to _me_ + And all the others drill themselves as fine as fine can be. + We’re a most delightful army as you all can plainly see, + Toy soldiers brave and bold. + + If possible a simple military drill should be performed. They march to + one side. From behind counter come books. They go to front of stage. + As each one finishes saying her verse she steps to rear of stage + across from SOLDIERS. + + FIRST BOOK: I’m Grimm’s Fairy Tales—every one likes me. + + SECOND BOOK: I’m Peter Rabbit, as cunning as can be. + + THIRD BOOK: I’m Anderson’s Fairy Tales, charming and sweet. + + FOURTH BOOK: I’m Black Beauty, a horse so fleet. + + FIFTH BOOK: I’m Alice in Wonderland—funny and queer. + + SIXTH BOOK: I’m the Bluebird—happy and dear. + + SEVENTH BOOK: I’m Robinson Crusoe—adventures so wild. + + EIGHTH BOOK: I’m Mother Goose, loved by every child. + + NINTH BOOK: I’m Hiawatha, the Indian boy. + + TENTH BOOK: I’m Peter Pan, the spirit of joy. + + ALL: + + We’re nice gifts for Christmas, + As nice as can be, + And a child will be lucky + If Santa brings me. [_Pointing to self._] + + [BLOCKS _come from behind the counter._] + + ALL BLOCKS: We spell words. + + [THREE BLOCKS, _C, A, T, step out from rest and say_]: C—A—T— spells + cat. + + [_In same way other blocks spell_ DOG _and_ HEN.] + + C BLOCK: + + C’s a charming letter and stands for lots of things, + For candy, curls, and cream cakes, for crows with shiny wings. + + A BLOCK: + + A’s an awful letter, it stands for aches and ails, + For anger, anxious, artful, and apes with curly tails. + + T BLOCK: + + T’s a tiresome letter, it stands for teach and time + For test and think and thunder, for tickets, each a dime. + + D BLOCK: + + D’s a dainty letter, it stands for dear and dove, + For delicate, delicious, for dollies that you love. + + O BLOCK: + + O’s an oval letter, it stands for oak and oar, + For oatmeal and for oven, for owl and open door. + + G BLOCK: + + G’s a gaudy letter, it stands for gilt and gold, + For gorgeous, grand and gleeful, for gladness, too, I’m told. + + H BLOCK: + + H is a happy letter, it stands for Ho, Ho, Ho, + For hop and hope and helping, for health and home you know. + + E BLOCK: + + E is an eccentric letter, it stands for ear and eye, + For enter and for exit, and it is the end of pie. + + N BLOCK: + + N is a needed letter, it stands for nosegay bright, + It stands for nice and naughty, for nonsense, noon and night. + + ALL BLOCKS: + + We can spell Christmas and Santa Claus; we can spell + anything, but we’re tired now, we’ll have to rest. + + [BLOCKS _go to rear of stage, in front of soldiers._] + + [TOPS _run out,—as they reach center of stage they sing._] + + _Air_: RIG-A-JIG-JIG + + 1—We gayly spin with merry din + Ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho. + When’er we come you’ll hear us hum. + Ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho. + + _Chorus_: + + Spinning around hear us gayly hum, + We gayly hum, we gayly hum. + Spinning around hear us gayly hum, + We gayly, gayly hum. + We spin and hum, we spin and hum. + We spin and hum, we spin and hum. + Spinning around hear us gayly hum, + We spin and gayly hum. + + 2—With dizzy head and dress of red + Ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho, + We turn and twirl and twist and whirl, + Ho—ho—ho—ho—ho—ho. + + [_They spin round and round making a humming sound until exhausted. + They fall back opposite blocks, in front of books. JUMPING JACKS come + out walking jerkily._] + + ALL JUMPING JACKS: + + We are the jolly JUMPING JACKS, + And pointed sticks run up our backs. + A trifle awkward we admit, + But everywhere we make a hit. + We’ll do some stunts to please you now. + Come—all together we will bow. [_They bow._] + + [_They do the following drill to music of any lively march holding each + number four beats._] + + DRILL: 1—Heads down. 2—Heads up. 3—Right hand up. 4—Left hand up. + 5—Both hands down. 6—Right knee up. 7—Right knee down. 8—Left knee + up. 9—Left knee down. 10—Hands on hips. 11—Bow. 12—Stand at + attention. + + This may be continued indefinitely or modified in many ways. The + JUMPING JACKS should stand in two rows. After first part of drill is + finished have first row bend knees low through four beats, then rise + and second row bend knees for four beats and repeat till tired, when + all march to rear of stage in front of blocks. All movements as jerky + as possible. + + [DOLLS _come to front of stage and sing._] + + _Song—Air_: MASSA’S IN THE COLD, COLD GROUND + + 1—We are beautiful French dollies— + See our dresses fine. + See our curling hair so golden, + See our lovely bright eyes shine. + We can say Papa and Mama + Close our eyes and cry, + We are most delightful dollies, + And of course our price is high. + + _Chorus_: + + Lovely French dollies, + Most polite are we, + Would you like to be my owner? + Just step in and purchase me. + + 2—We have crossed the briny ocean + Just to come to you, + And we’re feeling almost homesick, + Feeling rather sad and blue. + If some little girl should buy us + We would happy be. + We belong in Christmas stockings, + Hanging from a Christmas tree. + + [_They go in front of tops, moving stiffly. Lid of box in corner raises + slowly and a TEDDY BEAR sticks out his head._] + + TEDDY BEAR: Are you sure there aren’t any hunters here? + + SOLDIERS: Yes, it’s all right, TEDDY, come on out and stretch your + legs. You must be stiff sitting in that box so long. [TEDDY BEAR + _comes slowly out stretching himself and yawning._] + + TEDDY: + + Woof, Woof. I’d like some honey. + Or something good and sweet. + I hope whoever comes for me + Knows what bears like to eat. + I’m always, always, hungry, + But gentle, kind and mild. + And it gives me lots of pleasure + To embrace a little child. + + ALL: But, TEDDY, you hug them too hard. + + TEDDY: No, really I don’t, that’s only gossip you’ve heard I’m always + very gentle and I love folks very much. I’m too affectionate I’m + afraid. + + [TEDDY _goes to back of stage and sits on floor rubbing his legs which + are stiff from being so long in the box._] + + _Enter STICKS OF CANDY._ + + ALL _say_: + + We are very popular because we are so sweet. + And some folks fairly eat us up. We’re always very neat. + For we’re wrapped in tissue paper as soon as we are made + And that’s why we are always fresh and our colors never fade. + + PEPPERMINT STICK [_red and white_]: + + I have a hot temper but yet I agree + With most everybody as well as can be. + I’m of peppermint flavor and fine after dinner. + I’ll help you digest all your food and grow thinner. + + BLACK _and_ WHITE STICK, LICORICE: + + If you have a cough try me, + Your cold I’ll help right instantly. + I’m made of licorice and will + Help you over many an ill. + + LEMON STICK [_yellow and white_]: + + Who likes lemon? I’m lovely and hard. + Try me just once and I’ll win your regard. + + SPEARMINT STICK [_green and white_]: + + Spearmint’s so refreshing, just try me. + I will make you cheerful you will all agree. + + CHOCOLATE STICK [_brown and white_]: + + Everyone eats chocolate, girls and boys as well, + If the rest stay in the jar, I am sure _I’ll_ sell. + + ALL STICKS: + + We all are very filling + For Christmas stockings and are willing + To bet we’ll be the first to sell. + + ALL OTHERS: Don’t be so conceited. Your praise let others tell. + + [_Sticks go to back of stage. DOMINOES enter._] + + DOMINOES: We represent the pack. The rest are too tired to come out but + we have more spots than they, so are stronger. We think there should + be a game of DOMINOES in every stocking this Christmas. + + ALL OTHERS: So do we, SPOTS, so do we. + + [DOMINOES _sit on floor. Clock strikes twelve._] + + A SOLDIER: Twelve o’clock. We’d better go back to our shelves and + boxes. + + A DOLL: Yes, we need lots of sleep so we’ll look nice tomorrow. I’d + hate not to be sold. + + ALL TOYS: I’m sure _I’ll_ be sold, anyway. + + TEDDY BEAR: Let’s sing a song and then get back where we belong. + + ALL _sing_— + + _Air_: HOME, SWEET HOME + + 1—When sunlight is beaming we’re still as can be + But when night hovers o’er us in dark mystery + We come from our boxes, down from our shelves we climb, + And while the world is sleeping we have a jolly time. + + _Chorus_: + + Here, while the world’s asleep + A jolly watch we’ll keep. + Oh, we watch while others sleep. + + 2—When the toy shop is silent and dark shadows fall + Then out from the counter we stealthily crawl + Our boxes are tiresome as tiresome can be, + We yearn for the darkness that brings liberty. + + To soft music of Home, Sweet Home they disappear behind counter, dolls, + first and soldiers last. TEDDY BEAR climbs in his box and pulls down + lid. + + ALL: Good night. 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Dayton, Ohio + + + + + Entertainments for Christmas + + + CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS By Marie Irish + For children of all grades. Contents: 50 recitations, 8 monologues, 11 + plays and dialogues, 5 drills and marches, 8 tableaux, 4 pantomimes, 8 + pantomimed carols, 8 songs, etc. =Price, 40 cents.= + + THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK By Marie Irish + For children under ten years of age. Contents: 68 recitations, 12 + exercises, 7 songs, 6 drills, 12 dialogues and plays, 9 pantomimes. + =Price, 40 cents.= + + BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES By Marie Irish + Twelve pantomimes, each accompanied by complete words, directions and + music. Some are serious and some are in a lighter vein. =Price, 40 + cents.= + + CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS By Marie Irish + Ten dialogues for Primary Grades, 10 dialogues for Intermediate Grades + and 8 plays for Grammar Grades. =Price, 40 cents.= + + CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’ By Elizabeth F. Guptill + Brimful of fun and Christmas spirit. For any number of young folks and + children. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN’ HOLLER By Elizabeth F. Guptill + The old-fashioned school is rehearsing for the Christmas entertainment. + Funny from beginning to end. Time, 30 minutes. For any number of + children. =Price, 25 cents.= + + CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S By Marie Irish + For all grades. 4 males, 5 females. Time, 30 minutes. A most unusual + play. Plenty of wit and humor as well as more serious episodes. Sure to + be a success. =Price, 25 cents.= + + CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE By Marie Irish + A back woods school entertainment is featured. Easy to prepare and + plenty of fun. For 6 boys and 8 girls. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 + cents.= + + IN A TOY SHOP By Effa E. Preston + In rhyme. For 12 or more small children. A clever little play that will + please. Time, 20 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + + THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH By Marie Irish + For upper grades. 5 males and 6 females. Time, 30 minutes. Plenty of + fun and a great surprise. =Price, 25 cents.= + + SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS By Marie Irish + For 4 boys and 4 girls. For mixed grades. Time, 25 minutes. The older + children play Santa Claus for the younger ones. =Price, 25 cents.= + + A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND By Effa E. Preston + In rhyme. 8 boys, 7 girls. Time, 20 minutes. Very easy but effective. + =Price, 25 cents.= + + A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS By Elizabeth F. Guptill + Humorous. For any number of children under fourteen years of age. Time, + 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.= + +PAINE PUBLISHING CO. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES + + + 1. Silently corrected typographical errors. + 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. + 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + 4. Enclosed bold font in =equals=. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55104.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55104.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..04fe49807ee8b797f616551e2746ee79135e6378 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55104.txt @@ -0,0 +1,343 @@ + + + Colony Treatment + + OF THE + + Insane and Other Defectives + + --BY-- + + DR. P. L. MURPHY + MORGANTON, N. C. + + Read Before the Meeting of the N. C. Medical Association + June, 1906, Charlotte, N. C. + + (REPRINT FROM CAROLINA MEDICAL JOURNAL.) + + + + +Colony Treatment of the Insane and Other Defectives + + +The subject of this paper might be called "Employment as a means of +treating and caring for the insane and other defectives" the colony +being the means of finding agreeable and profitable work for the +inmates. + +To many of you a description of what is meant by the "colony treatment" +is needed to fully understand the subject. + +As the expression is used in this paper, and as it is generally +understood, it means the erection of buildings some distance from the +central hospital plant and placing farm working patients there, to be +under the control and management of the hospital officers. + +[Illustration: FIRST BUILDING AT THE COLONY] + +Without discussing the origin of the idea, and with no reference to +Gheel, it is sufficient to say it was begun in Germany in the sixties, +and that it has slowly found its way into other countries. + +[Illustration: THE COLONY BUILDINGS] + +Such a colony was established in connection with the Morganton Hospital +three years ago, or rather it was ready for occupancy about that time. +It took several years of talk to get the idea adopted, and as many more +to get the colony built. The plan of conducting it by the hospital +authorities was largely experimental, and was made to suit the people +of Western North Carolina, but it is, after all, a modification of the +original German conception. + +The first building was for 30 men with rooms for a man and his family, +the man to have general supervision of the place and the wife to cook +and do the household work. Afterwards a small cottage was built for +the manager and his family, and his rooms were used for patients and +later still another building was erected so that now 75 patients can be +accommodated. It would have been much better to have limited the rooms +to 30 as first intended. No single colony plant for the insane should +much exceed that number. As many colonies as are needed may be had if +land is sufficient, the number depending on the size of the hospital, +as only a certain proportion of patients, about 25 per cent., can thus +be cared for, or at the outside 40 per cent. + +[Illustration: PATIENTS WORKING RASPBERRIES] + +The colony buildings, outhouses and surroundings at the Morganton +colony were made as near as possible like the farm houses in this +section of the State. This was done to give it a home-like appearance, +and the management has been such as to make each patient feel at home; +they are free to sit on the porches and the lawn in the summer, in +the sitting room before open fires in the winter. They smoke, have +games, read or do what pleases them during these hours of recreation. +They have their own garden, orchard, vineyard, berry patches, poultry, +pigs and cows, which they attend to. Every effort is to make each one +feel that these things are his own, he can gather berries, pull the +fruit when he wants it or as he pleases. Every one is expected to do +something if no more than pick up chips for the cook. + +[Illustration: GENERAL VIEW OF COLONY] + + +EARLY EXPERIMENTS. + +The first party of patients sent to the colony, about 15, were +quiet, industrious men who were expected to be the nucleus of the +organization. After these became accustomed to their new surroundings, +others who were quiet and who had some remnant of mind left, but who +did little or no work were tried. These readily dropped into the ways +of those who preceded them and who set the pace. Further experiment +was made by sending those who seemed incurably demented, incapable by +reason of their weakened minds of doing any kind of work. Most of the +last mentioned had been residents of the hospital for years and years +in whom the last vestige of hope for any improvement had long vanished. +Strange as it may seem to you, as it did to us, acquainted with these +men and their disease, they immediately went to work and are to-day +profitably employed. They have gained in health and self-confidence, +they are happier because they feel there is yet something in life for +them. + +[Illustration: SNAP SHOT--COLONY PATIENTS CULTIVATING STRAWBERRIES] + +It may occur to some to ask why these men had not been sent out to work +before and given an opportunity. It has been the invariable custom +since the hospital opened to try to induce every one to engage in some +kind of employment and it had been tried repeatedly with these very men +with complete failure. To conjecture why they were willing to work in +one place and not in another might be profitless, it is sufficient to +know it is true. + +[Illustration: RESTING AFTER THE DAY'S WORK] + +After the work was well under way, it was strange to see the +development of the different fancies of the different men. Each one +was allowed, so far as possible, to follow his own inclination and to +select his own work. One fancied painting and whitewashing and building +fires under the heating apparatus. He studied economy in the use of +fuel as much as the average head of a family, and is as intelligent +in his work as could be expected of any ordinary man. Another patient +has become greatly interested in poultry and shows more than ordinary +intelligence in following his bent. He reads journals on poultry, and +not only builds coops, box nests, etc., but has actually invented +several useful contrivances. Another hauls wood to the kitchen in a +little wagon he made himself, and so on almost indefinitely. + +[Illustration: PATIENT TENDING BRONZE TURKEYS] + +A brief report of two cases will partly illustrate what has been done. +The following is quoted from a report to the Board last December: "A +boy, J. B., 13 years old, came to the hospital in June, 1895. He had +a form of insanity (Dementia praecox) which rarely improves; indeed, +its tendency is generally to deterioration. This boy was no exception +to the rule and he grew worse and worse until hope for any improvement +had been given up. Three months ago he was sent to the colony, but it +was considered a desperate chance. To the astonishment of everyone +he immediately began to improve, and this has steadily gone on until +to-day he is a strong, vigorous young fellow of 23, full of hope +and energy, whereas when he went there he was dull, indifferent and +listless; he never inquired of his home or home people and seemed to +care for nothing. Recently he has written home telling of his marvelous +improvement and of his joy in life. 'He testified as one risen from +the dead,' after ten years of mental darkness. It is not certain that +the improvement will continue; in fact, it is not expected, but even if +he improves no more, great good has been accomplished in relieving this +young fellow of such suffering as we shudder to think of." Six months +after this report was written this young man has gained but little and +it is probable he is as well as he will ever be. He enjoys life as much +as the average man, taking part and interest in baseball and other +amusements we are able to furnish our people. The second case is of a +man who was committed to the hospital in November, 1898, this being +his second admission. He complained of great discomfort in his head +which he described as being unbearable, so much so, that he begged to +be killed. His appetite was poor, he was anaemic and greatly run down +in health and evidently was a great sufferer. Every effort to relieve +him failed. We were sure if he could be induced to exercise he would +improve, but nothing we could do would cause him to take the slightest +interest in anything. He was finally forced to go out with the working +party, but he would lie on the ground complaining of his head. He was a +few months ago sent to the colony along with nine other men almost as +bad as he. To the amazement of us all, the man went to work, his health +improved, the pain and discomfort disappeared and his face is ruddy +and he gives every evidence of health and vigor. He works cheerfully, +seems perfectly satisfied, never complaining of any bad feeling and is +as comfortable as he can be. These two cases are only two of many as +unpromising, who have been greatly relieved and some few cured by the +colony treatment. + +[Illustration: PATIENTS INTERESTED IN GRAPE GROWING] + +[Illustration: BARNYARD AND POULTRY HOUSES AT COLONY] + +[Illustration: CHICKEN RUNS] + +All this seems so simple and is so obviously the right course that we +wonder why it had not long ago been tried. + +Two ideas are prominent in this system, the first to find agreeable, +healthful employment for the patients and to give them a home. + + +SHOW APPRECIATION. + +This working class, while too defective to take up the burden of life, +are yet appreciative of their surroundings and of most things that +make life happy to the people in the outside world. They require the +minimum amount of care and discipline and with this given they conduct +themselves as well, indeed, better, than the same number of sane men. +Some under this treatment recover that otherwise would not, but the +majority must remain under hospital care, this being their refuge and +their home. How much need therefore that every effort should be put +forth to make it pleasant to these afflicted men. + +In general hospitals, in institutions for children, and in +reformatories we have a different class to deal with. A large number +under one roof is not so objectionable, but these cases of chronic +insanity are not children in whom the desire for a home is small, nor +are they malefactors in prison for punishment. + +You will pardon a little digression, which, after all, leads to this +subject from another and a practical standpoint. + +[Illustration: TWO COLONY BUILDINGS] + +In North Carolina there are not less than 4,000 white insane; of +this number 1,500 are in two hospitals, leaving 2,500 uncared for by +the State. To properly house all these people means the expenditure +of a million dollars, and the annual cost of maintaining them will +be $500,000. It is well then to consider carefully how this burden +on the taxpayers may be lightened. Without discussing the question +of the increase of insanity, there can be no doubt that there is an +increased demand to have these persons cared for and properly so. +All insane persons are dangerous in some degree to their neighbors, +more so to themselves. Insanity is the cause of many suicides, while +sexual crimes, arson, assault, impostures, are often committed by those +mentally deranged. + +[Illustration: PEACH ORCHARD AND GARDEN, SEEN FROM A COLONY PORCH] + +Too often families are ruined by some insane member, the bread winner +having to devote his whole time to the control of wife or child, or a +crime is committed and every energy and the savings of a lifetime must +be devoted to the cost of courts. Whole communities are frequently +terrorized by an insane person and the lives of the women and children +made miserable. + +Only a few recover at once or die, they live on for years not only +imbecile and helpless themselves, but a burden on the family and +community, a severe drain which must tend to weaken the general welfare +of the State. + +There are sufficient reasons for you as physicians, men of standing in +your respective communities, not only to make yourselves familiar with +the disease in order that you may prescribe intelligently for those +suffering from it, but to use your influence, which is great, to see +that proper provision is made for them by the public. + +[Illustration: PATIENTS PLAYING BASEBALL] + +Much insanity is caused by alcohol and drugs. This touches you more +closely, for you are largely responsible for these habits. You may do +something by preventing unwise marriages of those whose heredity is not +good. + +It should be your special province to recognize dangerous symptoms in +time and by prompt action prevent suicides and accidents and to send to +the hospitals at once these patients who have infinitely more chances +to recover when placed under the care of competent alienists. + +[Illustration: MAKING FIRST BASE] + + +2,500 WHITE INSANE UNCARED FOR. + +The conclusions we reach are that 2,500 white insane people in North +Carolina are uncared for, that a great outlay of money will be required +to build for this number and after that the never ending expense of +maintaining them begins. If it can be demonstrated that the colony +system is the best and the cheapest, it should by all means be adopted. + +There is an end to the willingness and even ability of the taxpayers +to provide for the defectives in expensive hospitals and asylums, and +it is clearly the duty of those who have these matters in hand to use +proper economy. What is done by the Legislature will depend on the +demand of the people and the wisdom of the Legislators. It will require +great deliberation and the wisest action to solve this question. + +In North Carolina no more hospitals ought to be built at present, those +now in existence should be enlarged if possible. + +Unfortunately at Morganton no more land can be purchased and that +institution cannot with advantage be greatly increased in size. The +last opportunity to buy land there has been allowed to pass. This is +to be deplored for the plan there has been so successful that much was +hoped for in the judicious extension of these colonies. + +Much more might be said on the general subject of caring for the +insane, but time forbids. Perhaps on some future occasion this will be +taken up and discussed. + +Hospitals for the insane cannot properly care for epileptics or idiots. +I use the term idiot in the sense in which it is defined by the North +Carolina statutes "a person born deficient or who became deficient +before the completion of the twelfth year of age." + +Many of these defectives are capable of doing common labor and can be +made very nearly self-sustaining if properly managed in such a colony +for the insane as has been described. In many of the States where this +is tried, it has been successful. In North Carolina, where we have +such good climate and where land can be purchased cheaply, more can +be done than in other less fortunate communities. I believe in the +cotton and truck section of the State such a colony could be nearly +self-sustaining, but leaving that out of the question, there can be no +doubt it is the best for these people to live outdoor lives with proper +employment. I would like also to enlarge on this feature of my paper, +but time will not permit. + +I trust, gentlemen, that you will become enough interested in these +subjects to give them your hearty support. If you do, then the labors +of those of us who are immediately responsible, will be greatly +lightened and these afflicted fellow citizens will be happier and your +State will be a better State. + +Since this paper was written my attention was drawn to a statement in +a medical journal of the number of insane sent to the hospitals in +Massachusetts during the year 1904. It bears so closely on what has +been said I repeat it and compare it with our State and hospitals. +During that year 2,426 insane persons were admitted into the hospitals +of Massachusetts, none of whom had ever before been inmates of any +hospital for insane. Adding to these the number of re-admissions, +which could not have been less than 600, we see 3,000 persons sent +yearly to the hospitals of that State. Between 7,000 and 8,000 patients +are cared for by the public hospitals. + +As compared with North Carolina the population of Massachusetts is +twice that of the white people of our State. We should have 1,500 +white patients sent to our hospitals every year and we ought to have +accommodation for 4,000. As it is, less than 400 are admitted and only +1,500 can be cared for in our hospitals. There is some differences, +I believe, in the proportion of insane to the population in the two +States, but not that much. Massachusetts gives her insane citizens +proper care. North Carolina does not. + +[Illustration] + + + + + TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: + + Inconsistencies in spelling and punctuation have been standardized. + + Some illustrations have been moved to paragraph breaks and may or may + not be on their original page. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55107.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55107.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..6a20d9e0e935500ff1a1a81b9fe14403c28f7740 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55107.txt @@ -0,0 +1,910 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, June Troyer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +Transcriber's Note: + + Irregular spelling, punctuation, and numbering preserved. Lyrics + contained in the music notation are marked as [Music: lyrics]. + Ads from inside the dust jacket have been placed at the end. + Music repeat signs are shown like this: ||: :||. + + + Little + Songs of Long Ago + + “More old Nursery Rhymes” + + The original tunes harmonized + by + Alfred Moffat + + Illustrated by + H. Willebeek Le Mair + + + Augener Ltd. + London + + Philadelphia: + David McKay, Publisher, + 604-8 So. Washington Square. + + + + +[Illustration] + + Copyright, 1912, by Augener Ltd. + Printed in England. + + + + +Contents + + Page + Dame get up and bake your pies 5 + Dance a baby diddy 7 + Young lambs to sell 9 + Over the hills 11 + Little Polly Flinders 13 + The north wind 15 + Old King Cole 17 + Dance to your daddy 19 + I saw three ships 21 + Curly locks 23 + London Bridge 25 + Little jumping Joan 27 + O dear, what can the matter be 29 + There came to my window 31 + The babes in the wood 33 + Simple Simon 35 + Where are you going to? 37 + Lazy sheep 39 + Three mice went to a hole 41 + Four and twenty tailors 43 + See Saw, Margery Daw 45 + The crooked man 47 + Lavender blue 49 + Little Tom Tucker 51 + A frog he would a-wooing go 53 + The spider and the fly 55 + I had a little nut tree 57 + Goosey Gander 59 + A little cock sparrow 61 + Sleep baby, sleep 63 + + + Uniform with this volume + Our Old Nursery Rhymes + 30 Illustrations by the same Artist + + + + +[Illustration] + + +DAME GET UP AND BAKE YOUR PIES. + + + [Music: + + 1. Dame, get up and bake your pies, + Bake your pies, bake your pies; + Dame, get up and bake your pies + On Christmas Day in the morning] + + 2. Dame, what makes your maidens lie? + Maidens lie, maidens lie; + Dame, what makes your maidens lie + On Christmas Day in the morning? + + 3. Dame, what makes your ducks to die? etc + + 4. “Their wings are cut, they cannot fly; etc. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +DANCE A BABY DIDDY. + + + [Music: + + Dance a Baby Diddy, + What can mammy do wid ’e? + Sit in her lap, + Give it some pap, + And dance a Baby Diddy!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL. + + + [Music: + + Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, + Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell; + If I’d as much money as I could tell + I wouldn’t come here with young lambs to sell. + Two for a penny, eight for a groat, + As fine young lambs as ever were bought.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY. + + + [Music: + + 1. Tom he was a piper’s son, + He learnt to play when he was young; + But all the tune that he could play, + Was “Over the hills and far away.” + Over the hills and a great way off + The wind shall blow my top-knot off!] + + 2. Tom with his pipe made such a noise + That he pleased both the girls and boys. + And so they stopped to hear him play + “Over the hills and far away.” etc + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS. + + + [Music: + + Little Polly Flinders + Sat among the cinders + Warming her pretty little toes. + Her mother came and caught her + And smacked her little daughter + For spoiling her nice new clothes.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THE NORTH WIND DOES BLOW. + + + [Music: + + The North Wind does blow + And we shall have snow; + And what will the Robin do then, poor thing? + He’ll sit in the barn + To keep himself warm, + And hide his head under his wing, poor thing!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +OLD KING COLE. + + + [Music: + + Old King Cole was a merry old soul, + And a merry old soul was he: + And he called for his pipe, + And he called for his bowl, + And he called for his fiddlers three. + Ev’ry fiddler had a fiddle fine, + A very fine fiddle had he; + Then tweedle-dee went the fiddlers three, + And so merry we will be.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +DANCE TO YOUR DADDY. + + + [Music: + + Dance to your daddy + My little laddie! + Dance to your daddy + My little lamb! + + You shall have a fishy + On a little dishy, + You shall have a fishy + When the boat comes in! + + Dance to your daddy + My little babby! + Dance to your daddy + My little lamb!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +I SAW THREE SHIPS COME SAILING BY. + + + [Music: + + 1. I saw three ships come sailing by, + Sailing by, sailing by; + I saw three ships come sailing by + On New Year’s Day in the morning.] + + 2. And what do you think was in them then, etc. + + 3. Three pretty girls were in them then, etc. + + 4. And one could whistle, and one could sing, + The other could play on the violin; + Such joy there was at my wedding + On New Year’s Day in the morning. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +CURLY LOCKS. + + + [Music: + + Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be mine? + Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor feed the swine; + But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam, + And eat fine strawberries, sugar and cream. + Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be mine? + Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor feed the swine.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LONDON BRIDGE IS BROKEN DOWN. + + + [Music: + + 1. London Bridge is broken down, + Dance over my Ladye Lea; + London Bridge is broken down + With a gay ladye!] + + 2. How shall we build it up again? + Dance over my Ladye Lea! + How shall we build it up again? + With a gay ladye! + + 3. Silver and gold will be stole away, etc. + + 4. Build it up with iron and steel, etc. + + 5. Iron and steel will bend and bow, etc. + + 6. Build it up with wood and clay, etc. + + 7. Wood and clay will wash away, etc. + + 8. Build it up with stone so strong, etc. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LITTLE JUMPING JOAN. + + + [Music: + + Here am I, little jumping Joan, + When nobody’s with me I’m always alone.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +OH! DEAR, WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE? + + + [Music: + + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Johnny’s so long at the fair. + + He promised to bring me a basket of posies, + A garland of lilies, a garland of roses. + He promised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbons + To tie up my bonny brown hair. + + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Oh! dear, what can the matter be? + Johnny’s so long at the fair.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THERE CAME TO MY WINDOW. + + + [Music: + + 1. There came to my window one morning in spring + A sweet little robin, she came there to sing; + The tune that she sang it was prettier far + Than any I heard on the flute or guitar.] + + 2. Her wings she was spreading to soar far away, + Then resting a moment seem’d sweetly to say:— + “Oh happy, how happy the world seems to be, + Awake, little girl, and be happy with me!” + + 3. But just as she finished her beautiful song, + A thoughtless young man with his gun came along; + He killed and he carried my robin away, + She’ll never sing more at the break of the day. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THE BABES IN THE WOOD. + + + [Music: + + 1. My dears, you must know, + That a long time ago, + Two poor little children, Whose names I don’t know, + Were stolen away + On a fine summer’s day, + And left in the wood, as I’ve heard the folk say. + Poor Babes in the Wood! + Poor Babes in the Wood! + Don’t you remember the Babes in the Wood?] + + 2. And when it was night, + So sad was their plight, + The sun it went down, and the moon gave no light; + They sobb’d and they sigh’d + And they bitterly cried, + And the poor little things they then lay down and died. + Poor Babes in the Wood! etc. + + 3. And when they were dead, + The robins so red, + Brought strawberry leaves to over them spread, + Then all the day long, + The branches among, + They mournfully whistled, and this was their song: + Poor Babes in the Wood! etc. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +SIMPLE SIMON. + + + [Music: + + Simple Simon met a Pieman + Going to the fair; + Said Simple Simon to the Pieman + “Let me taste your ware.” + Said the Pieman unto Simon + “Show me first your penny,” + Said Simple Simon to the Pieman + “Indeed, I have not any.”] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO, MY PRETTY MAID? + + + [Music: + + 1. “Where are you going to, my pretty maid? + Where are you going to, my pretty maid?” + “I’m going a milking, Sir,” she said, + “Sir!” she said, “Sir!” she said, + “I’m going a milking, Sir,” she said.] + + 2. ||:“May I go with you, my pretty maid?:|| + “You’re kindly welcome, Sir,” she said. + + 3. ||:“What is your fortune, my pretty maid?:|| + “My face is my fortune, Sir,” she said. + + 4. ||:“Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid?:|| + “Nobody asked you, Sir,” she said. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LAZY SHEEP, PRAY TELL ME WHY? + + + [Music: + + Lazy sheep, pray tell me why + In the pleasant field you lie, + Eating grass and daisies white + From the morning till the night? + Ev’rything can something do, + But what kind of use are you?] + + 2. “Nay, my little master, nay, + Do not serve me so, I pray; + Don’t you see the wool that grows + On my back to make your clothes? + Cold, ah, very cold you’d be + If you had not wool from me.” + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THREE MICE WENT INTO A HOLE TO SPIN. + + + [Music: + + 1. Three mice went into a hole to spin; + Puss passed by, and Puss looked in; + “What are you doing, my little men?” + “Weaving coats for Gentlemen” + “Please let me help you to wind off your threads;” + “Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads! + Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads!”] + + 2. Says Puss: “You look so wondrous wise, + I like your whiskers and bright black eyes; + Your house is the nicest house I see, + I think there is room for you and me.” + The mice were so pleased that they opened the door. + And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor. + And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS. + + + [Music: + + Four-and-twenty tailors + Went to kill a snail; + The best man among them + Durst not touch her tail + She put out her horns + Like a little Kyloe cow; + Run, tailors, run! + Or she’ll kill you all e’en now!] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +SEE-SAW, MARJORIE DAW. + + + [Music: + + See saw, Marjorie Daw, + Jacky shall have a new master. + Jacky shall have but a penny a day + Because he can’t work any faster.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN. + + + [Music: + + There was a crooked man + And he went a crooked mile, + He found a crooked sixpence + Upon a crooked stile. + He bought a crooked cat + Which caught a crooked mouse, + And they all lived together + In a little crooked house.] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LAVENDER’S BLUE. + + + [Music: + + 1. Lavender’s blue, diddle, diddle! + Lavender’s green; + When I am King diddle, diddle! + You shall be Queen.] + + 2. Call up your men, diddle, diddle! + Set them to work. + Some to the plough, diddle, diddle! + Some to the cart + + 3. Some to make hay, diddle, diddle! + Some to cut corn; + While you and I, diddle, diddle! + Keep ourselves warm + + + + +[Illustration] + + +LITTLE TOM TUCKER. + + + [Music: + + Little Tom Tucker + Sings for his supper; + What shall we give him? + White bread and butter. + How can he cut it + Without e’er a knife? + How can he marry + Without e’er a wife?] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO + + + [Music: + + 1 A frog he would a wooing go + “Heigh-ho!” said Rowley; + A frog he would a wooing go, + Whether his mother would let him, or no, + With a rowly, powly, gammon and spinach, + “Heigh-ho!” said Anthony Rowley] + + Off he set with his opera hat, + “Heigh-ho!” said Rowley; + Off he set with his opera hat, + And on the road he met with a rat, + With a rowly, powly, &c + + Soon they arrived at the mouse’s hall, + They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud call, + With a rowly, powly, &c. + + “Pray Mr. Frog will you give us a song? + Let the subject be something that’s not over long,” + With a rowly, powly, &c + + “Indeed, Mrs. Mouse!” replied the frog, + “A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog,” + With a rowly, powly, &c + + “Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog,” mousy said, + “I’ll sing you a song that I have just made,” + With a rowly, powly, &c + + As they were in glee and merry making + A cat and her kittens came tumbling in + With a rowly, powly, &c. + + The cat she seized the rat by the crown + The kittens they pulled the little mouse down, + With a rowly, powly, &c. + + This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, + He took up his hat and he wished them good-night, + With a rowly, powly, &c + + As froggy was crossing it over a brook, + A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up + With a rowly, powly, &c + + So here is an end of one, two and three, + “Heigh-ho!” said Rowley; + So here is an end of one, two and three + The rat, the mouse, and the little froggy, + With a rowly, powly, &c. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +THE SPIDER AND THE FLY. + + + [Music: + + 1. “Will you walk into my parlour?” Said the Spider to the Fly. + “’Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy; + The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, + And I have many pretty things to show you when you’re there.” + “Oh, no, no!” said the little Fly. “To ask me is in vain, + For who goes up your winding stair, shall ne’er come down again.” + + 2. I am sure you must be weary, dear! with soaring up so high, + Will you rest up on my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly; + “There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin, + And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in:” + “Oh, no, no!” said the little Fly, “For I have heard it said, + They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed.”] + + The Spider turned him round about and went into his den, + For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again; + So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, + And he set his table ready to dine upon the Fly: + Then he came out to his door again and merrily did sing, + “Come hither, hither, pretty Fly with the pearl and silver wing.” + + Alas! alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, + Hearing all these flattering speeches came quickly buzzing by; + With gauzy wing she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, + Thinking only of her crested head and gold and purple hue: + Thinking only of her brilliant wings poor silly thing, at last + Up jumped the wicked Spider and fiercely held her fast! + + + + +[Illustration] + + +I HAD A LITTLE NUT-TREE. + + + [Music: + + I had a little nut tree + Nothing would it bear + But a silver nutmeg + And a golden pear. + + The King of Spain’s daughter + Came to visit me + And all for the sake + Of my little nut-tree] + + + + +[Illustration] + + +GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER. + + + [Music: + + Goosey, goosey, gander, + Where shall I wander? + Upstairs and downstairs + And in my lady’s chamber.] + + There I met an old man + Who would not say his prayers, + So I took him by the left leg, + And threw him down the stairs. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +A LITTLE COCK-SPARROW. + + + [Music: + + 1. A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree, + And he chirrup’d, he chirrup’d, so merry was he; + A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, + Determined to shoot the little cock-sparrow.] + + 2. “This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew + And his giblets shall make me a little pie too:” + “Oh, no!” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” + So he flapped his wings, and away he flew. + + + + +[Illustration] + + +SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP. + + + [Music: + + 1. Sleep, baby, sleep! + Our cottage vale is deep; + The little lamb is on the green, + With snowy fleece so soft and clean + Sleep, baby, sleep!] + + 2. Sleep, baby, sleep! + Thy rest shall angels keep, + While on the grass the lamb shall feed, + And never suffer want or need. + Sleep, baby, sleep! + + + + +[Illustration] + + +PRINTED BY AUGENER LTD. 287 ACTON LANE, LONDON W. 4. + + + + +WORKS ILLUSTRATED + +IN COLOUR BY + +H. 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The Children’s Corner + 7. Children’s Pieces—Schumann + 8. Games and Pastimes + 9. Little People + 10. Old Dutch Nursery Rhymes + 11. English & Dutch Rhymes + + + AUGENER Ltd. + LONDON + DAVID McKAY, Philadelphia + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55149.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55149.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..048b778d7e1f5d3026757131128ac01a27134ecf --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55149.txt @@ -0,0 +1,507 @@ + + + MICHIGAN’S + COPPER COUNTRY + IN + EARLY PHOTOS + + + BY + B. E. TYLER + + [Illustration: Decorative glyph] + + L.O.C.—77-71925 + S.B.N.—0-912382-21-X + + Reprinted 1977 + By + + [Illustration: BLACK LETTER PRESS + Grand Rapids, Michigan] + + Art Work by Robert Nelson + + + + + INTRODUCTION TO THE NEW EDITION + + +History, with all of its ramifications, is a complex subject. Often, +students pursue it with only the written word in hand, in an attempt to +gain a deeper, and more meaningful understanding of it. This is usually +the case because other means of historical relation are not available, +or completely nonexistent. The strict narration of facts is not a +sufficient means alone for broadening one’s knowledge of the past. + +Whenever the written word can be complemented with other media, for +example, worthwhile actual photographs, a more complete understanding of +the past is experienced. Literally, a picture is worth a thousand words, +and the student can gain, for himself, a more penetrating insight into +his subject which words alone cannot always provide him. + +In publishing _Michigan’s Copper Country In Early Photos_, a pictorial +account of the Copper Country around 1900, the Black Letter Press has +made a more complete understanding of the region possible by +supplementing its written histories with the varied collection of +photographs. The area’s setting, its people, and their work are +portrayed. Originally, the book was published as, _Souvenir of the +Copper Country Upper Peninsula of Michigan_. Copies of this original +work are extremely scarce today. + +In his introduction to the original publication, B.E. Tyler, the +publisher, states that the Copper Country is a place of natural beauty, +with the mining of copper from the bowels of the earth as the district’s +major industry. This was written in 1903, and the pictures presented in +the volume’s pages offer supportive evidence to his words. However, time +has moved on, and much has both changed and remained the same in the +Copper Country. + +Tyler mentions a picture of the Cliff Mining Camp, and relates that the +work has been abandoned, but, “almost every house that was ever erected +there is standing.” This is no longer true. All structures have been +dismantled, and all that remains of the once proud and fabulous Cliff +mine are a few poor rock piles. + +The many gabled, and uniquely constructed Quincy Rock House was to be +found in Hancock, and it was reputed to be the most photographed mine +structure of its kind in the country. It was destroyed by fire in 1956. + +The Douglas House, a famous meeting place, and hotel, in Houghton still +remains, although its appearance has been altered, and its surroundings +have changed. + +The Kerredge Theater, in Hancock, was completed in 1902, with some seats +costing as much as forty dollars for a single performance. Popular +shows, Shakespearian plays, and operas, were presented on its stage. + +Copper mining no longer remains the major industry of the area. Once +where many shafts were sunk deep into the earth, and their rockhouses +lined the horizon, only a few remain today as reminders of a bygone era, +standing as ever vigilant sentinels, guarding what may be left of their +once rich copper deposits. Gone are the giant hoisting machines used to +bring copper ore to the surface. Gone are the miners, who labored hard +by candlelight with simple hand tools, replaced by today’s modern miner +using his battery operated head lamp, and power machinery when work is +available. Only exploratory and experimental work is presently being +conducted in the Copper Country. + +One aspect of the Copper Country which remains relatively unchanged is +its rugged natural beauty. The sparkling clear deep blue waters of +chilling Lake Superior still crash upon its rocky tree lined shores. A +green mantle of dense forests covers much of the land, which in places +is wild and mountainous. Water still rushes over spectacular falls as it +flows onward toward the world’s largest fresh water lake. Past and +present residents, and many visitors, have witnessed the scenic +panorama, with some insisting that the climate of the Copper Country has +an exhilarating, and refreshing therapeutic affect upon them. + +Suggested reading material on the Copper Country might include the +following titles that are considered to be of more than passing +interest: _Red Metal_, by C. Harry Benedict, _Prehistoric Copper Mining +in the Lake Superior Region_, edited by Roy W. Drier, and Octave J. +DuTemple, _Boom Copper_, by Angus Murdock, and _The Cliff_, by Donald +Chaput. Also of worthwhile reading are such historical novels on the +region as, _Where Copper Is King_, by James Wright, published in 1905, +and, _The Long Winter Ends_, by Newton G. Thomas. + +Another beneficial book is, _A True Description of the Lake Superior +Country_, written by John St. John, and originally published in 1846. It +was republished by the Black Letter Press in 1976, and it provides its +readers with a rare and invaluable first hand account of early Copper +Country settings. Of particular interest are the author’s descriptions +of the region’s geologic development, and of the early copper mines. + +_Michigan’s Copper Country In Early Photos_ adds a new dimension to the +historiography of the Copper Country, providing in pictures what the +student may not grasp from the written word. + + Richard A. Cebelak + Grand Rapids, Michigan + March, 1977 + +The simple beauty of the Copper Country of Michigan, the vastness of its +enterprises and the activity of its marts are impressive in their very +nature. Their pictures are more pleasing when left unmarred by wordy +descriptions. Scenes may be absorbed and grasped by the eye which no +language can describe. + +This book is a simple collection of pictures, characteristic of scenes +which are familiar to those acquainted with the Copper Country. The +effort has been put forth to make it as comprehensive as possible. + +The winning of the copper from the earth constitutes the dominant +industry of the district, and is deserving of first place in a +representation of the Copper Country. All features of the industry are +shown—in the depths of the mine; on the surface, where the world’s most +massive machinery furnishes power to actuate the air drills and operate +the hoisting cables; in the mills and smelters, where the metal is +refined into copper bullion; along the wharves, where ships are laden +with the product, to carry it to lower lake ports, whence it is +distributed throughout the world. + +Historic points of interest are given. There is a picture of the old +Cliff Mining Camp, one of the earliest, and, in its day, one of the most +populous and prosperous communities in the Upper Peninsula. To-day +almost every house that was ever erected there is standing, most of them +dating back nearly half a century, but the place is deserted—hundreds of +houses with bare walls staring out through bleak windows, and scarcely a +dozen souls to inhabit them. The old mine workings are abandoned for +more profitable deposits of mineral. + +Pictures are given which show the natural beauty of the Copper Country. +Pleasing views are so bountifully bestowed by nature that it is a +difficult task to choose the most impressive. But enough are given to +create a taste for more—a taste that can be gratified to its fullest +only by rambling among the vales and hills, through the forests and +along the banks of the quiet streams and the shores of the mighty +Unsalted Sea. + +The new South Range is thoroughly pictured. This is the young giant +which in the last five years has forged forward and wrought from the +ground which was the rooting place for an unbroken forest a group of +copper mining camps that stand to-day close rivals to the older camps +which have been half a century in the making. + +Such pictures constitute within themselves a story of beauty, power and +pathos which no words can enhance. Those responsible for the book have +drawn from its preparation a wealth of pleasure. Courtesies have been +extended from all sources, in recompense for which the sincerest +expression of appreciation is now extended. May those into whose hands +the book shall come glean from it all the subtle meaning and all the +stirring thoughts which its pictures are capable of inspiring. It will +then be an epic, indeed—a poem, a song, a burst of harmony beyond the +power of words to utter. + + B. E. Tyler, + Publisher, + Houghton, Mich. + + Copyright, 1903, by B. E. Tyler, Houghton, Mich. + + [Illustration: Houghton 1897] + + [Illustration: ASSAYERS MICHIGAN COLLEGE OF MINES.] + + [Illustration: HOTEL DEE, HOUGHTON, MICH.] + + [Illustration: SHELDEN-DEE BUILDING, HOUGHTON, MICH.] + + [Illustration: MICHIGAN COLLEGE OF MINES, HOUGHTON, MICH.] + + [Illustration: DOUGLAS HOUSE, HOUGHTON, MICH.] + + [Illustration: A. Haas Brewing Co. + Houghton.] + + [Illustration: National Bank of Houghton] + + [Illustration: Quincy Rock House] + + [Illustration: _Hancock from Portage Lake_] + + [Illustration: _Calumet & Hecla Mine_] + + [Illustration: _Lake Linden_] + + [Illustration: _Portage Lake_] + + [Illustration: Paine Memorial Library + Painesdale.] + + [Illustration: Freda Park, Copper Range] + + [Illustration: _Trimountain Mine + Copper Range R.R._] + + [Illustration: QUINCY SMELTERS, HANCOCK] + + [Illustration: CHAMPION MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: Students - M.C.M. + Isle Royale Mine, Houghton.] + + [Illustration: Quincy Mine. + GOING UNDER GROUND.] + + [Illustration: N.Y. Cent. Boat Unloading at + Copper Range R.R. Dock] + + [Illustration: Winter] + + [Illustration: Company G 3^rd Rg. Mich. Nat. Guards + Houghton.] + + [Illustration: Rock House + Quincy Mine] + + [Illustration: Divers at Work + Trimountain Intake, L. S.] + + [Illustration: Quincy Hill] + + [Illustration: Coal Hoist + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: Michigan College Mines + Houghton] + + [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL on COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: Lake Superior Foxes] + + [Illustration: Hodge Foundry] + + [Illustration: Underground + Champion Mine] + + [Illustration: Mill Mine Jct. + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: Five Million Pounds of Copper Ready for Shipment, + Houghton, Mich.] + + [Illustration: Mining Students + Underground] + + [Illustration: Public School Bl’g’s + Hancock.] + + [Illustration: Catch of Fish] + + [Illustration: Baltic + on + COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: Baltic Mine + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: Excursion + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: Quincy Stamp Mill] + + [Illustration: Timbermen + Champion Mine] + + [Illustration: TIONESTA] + + [Illustration: Trammers + Baltic Mine] + + [Illustration: Lower Falls + FIRE STEEL RIVER + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: STANLEY G. WIGHT, President. C. M. GARRISON, Sec. + & Treas. + This mass of pure Copper, weighing about 6,000 lbs., was found upon + the property of the Minong Mining Company situated at McCargo Cove, + on Isle Royal, L. S. It was taken from an ancient mine Pit 16½ feet + deep, and is just as discovered, showing ancient stone hammer + marks.] + + [Illustration: Oseeola Stamp Mill] + + [Illustration: Freda Park] + + [Illustration: ATLANTIC MINE + ATLANTIC] + + [Illustration: Cliff Mine. + Oldest Mine on Lake Superior] + + [Illustration: FIRE STEEL RIVER + COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: RIPLEY FALLS] + + [Illustration: Hoist + Champion Mine] + + [Illustration: -Storm- Freda Park + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: CHAMPION MILL + COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE & ST. PAUL RAILWAY, RUNNING IN + CONNECTION WITH COPPER RANGE RAILROAD.] + + [Illustration: MOHAWK AND WOLVERINE STAMP MILLS.] + + [Illustration: _C. & H. Smelting Wks._] + + [Illustration: U.S. SHIP CANAL + Lake Superior] + + [Illustration: PROFILE ROCK + C.R.R.R.] + + [Illustration: Hancock Fire Dept.] + + [Illustration: Tamarack Mill “New”] + + [Illustration: Quincy Street + Hancock.] + + [Illustration: DOLLAR BAY DOCK] + + [Illustration: QUINCY COAL DOCK] + + [Illustration: “Jumbo” + Hoist C. & H. mine + CALUMET.] + + [Illustration: HOUGHTON FIRE DEPT.] + + [Illustration: Underground Trolly + Quincy Mine] + + [Illustration: “The Swing” + —Freda Park—] + + [Illustration: KERREDGE THEATRE] + + [Illustration: Construction Work. + Copper Range R.R.] + + [Illustration: Catholic Hospital + Hancock] + + [Illustration: Isle Royale Hoist] + + [Illustration: Adventure Mill + COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: “GRAYLING” OTTER RIVER—COPPER RANGE R.R.—TYLER—] + + [Illustration: Tables + Champion Mill] + + [Illustration: UPPER SECTION HUNGARIAN FALLS] + + [Illustration: Redridge Dam + C.R.R.R.] + + [Illustration: S.S. Northwest.] + + [Illustration: —Citizens National Bank— + Houghton.] + + [Illustration: —Baltic Mill— + COPPER RANGE R.R.—TYLER] + + [Illustration: _LAKE ROWLAND + C.R.R.R._] + + [Illustration: Tamarack Stamp Mill.] + + [Illustration: AGATE BEACH—FREDA PARK] + + [Illustration: —Picnic— + Freda Park] + + [Illustration: Amphidrome. + Houghton.] + + [Illustration: Red Jacket Shaft, Calumet. Mich., + Deepest Vertical Shaft in the World. + Over 6,000 feet deep.] + + [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.] + + [Illustration: Quincy Stamp Mill] + + [Illustration: Fishing Party + Houghton] + + [Illustration: STORM—LAKE SUPERIOR] + + [Illustration: THE DAILY MINING GAZETTE + W. R. DASKAN & CO. 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Cloth. 312pp. Illus. $10.95 + + _Dealers send for discount schedule & Catalog_ + + + + + Transcriber’s Notes + + +—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook + is public-domain in the country of publication. + +—Silently corrected a few palpable typos. + +—Transcribed handwritten in-photo captions. + +—In the HTML version, added page numbers for convenient reference. + +—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by + _underscores_. + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55176.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55176.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9a69b1419c151ef6f11365697a1ba78fe89920ce --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55176.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1735 @@ + + + CARTOONS _and_ CARICATURES _of_ Seattle Citizens + + + + + Published by the Associated Cartoon Service + + E. A. Thomson. Manager + + From the Press of the General Lithographing & Printing Company + + Seattle, Washington + + Photographs from which these Pen and Ink Sketches were + Produced have been furnished principally by + James & Bushnell _and_ E. S. Curtis + + Engravings by the Art Engraving Company + + + + + Seattle Artists + + + F. CALVERT + JOHN R. GILL + CHAS. H. DICKSON, Jr. + EDWIN F. BROTZE + ERNEST JENNER + A. BOBBETT + GEORGE HAGER + TOM THURLBY + + + COPYRIGHT BY + E. A. THOMSON + 1906 + + + + +A Word About the Wise + + +"A laugh," wrote the gentle and genial Charles Lamb, "is worth a +hundred groans in any market." + +Our hard-headed and far-figuring men of business have been quick to +see and seize the truth of this great law of supply and demand. Being +themselves alert men of the market place, and appreciating fully +the melancholy world's urgent need of the titillating tonic called +laughter, they have cheerfully set to work to supply that need. The man +who laughs, they wisely argued, is the man who buys. + +They required, however, in their altruistic schemes, just a little +assistance from their brothers of the pointed pens and the black ink +pots--the newspaper cartoonists. Would these kindly step forward and +help in a noble cause? Gaily these worthies sharpened their rusting +pens, right merrily they stirred the thickening ink, and here you have +the crystallization of their comic brew--a precious handful of gilded +homeopathic pills, sometimes called cartoons, which will prove to be a +sure cure for all business troubles of an internal nature, as well as +for many that have nothing to do with business. + +These cartoons are sweet and clean and wholesome, very pleasant to the +palate and remarkably efficacious in chronic cases of indigestion and +disordered spleen. They clear the mind and restore business confidence. +They enrich the blood, the brain, the liver--and the purse. Mixed with +the wine of good sense they produce a volatile drink that sparkles and +effervesces into rippling mirth and bubbling laughter, a draught the +high Olympian gods might long for. Best of all, not a single pill is +bitter to the taste. + +In short, the cartoonists of Seattle prove conclusively, so he who +smiles may read, that a laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. + + ANTONY E. ANDERSON. + +[Illustration: + + EDGAR AMES, + General Manager Seattle and Lake Washington Waterway Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. B. ALBERTSON, + Judge Superior Court. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. W. ANDREWS, + President Seattle National Bank. +] + +[Illustration: + + S. S. BAILEY, + Capitalist. +] + +[Illustration: + + ALFRED BATTLE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. A. BALLINGER, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN E. BALLAINE, + Alaska Central Railway. +] + +[Illustration: + + CHARLES H. BEBB, + Architect. +] + +[Illustration: + + M. P. BENTON, + Broadway Automobile Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. M. BOLCOM, + Lumber. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. S. BRACE, + President Brace-Hergert Mill Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + PAYTON BROWN, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + M. C. BROWN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRED'K R. BURCH, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE A. BURCH, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + HERMAN CHAPIN, + Banker and Builder--Vice President Seattle National Bank. +] + +[Illustration: + + THOMAS BURKE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. H. BURNETT, JR., + Real Estate and Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. J. BUHTZ, + Cooperage Manufacturer--Fremont Barrel Mfg. Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. B. BUSSELL, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + SCOTT CALHOUN, + Corporation Counsel. +] + +[Illustration: + + ELMER E. CAINE, + President Alaska Pacific Navigation Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. M. CALHOUN, + President Calhoun, Denny & Ewing Co. Inc., General Insurance and + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + P. P. CARROLL, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. B. CALLEY, + Vice President and Manager The Quaker Drug Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEO. S. CASEDY, + Secretary Hatfield Investment Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + HENRY CARSTENS, + President Washington Fire Insurance Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE ALBERS, + Albers Bros. Milling Co., Cereal Millers. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. F. CALVERT, + President The Realty Security Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. E. CHILBERG, + President The Century Co.--Vice President The Scandinavian American + Bank. +] + +[Illustration: + + ANDREW CHILBERG, + President Scandinavian American Bank--Vice Consul Sweden and + Norway. +] + +[Illustration: + + O. D. COLVIN, + General Manager Seattle-Tacoma Power Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + F. W. CRARY, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + LESTER W. DAVID, + Lumber. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE J. DANZ, + Vice President Hofius Steel and Equipment Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. W. DEARBORN, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. F. DOUGLAS, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE DONWORTH, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + MATTHEW DOW, + Builder. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE DRIVER, + Builder. +] + +[Illustration: + + RICHARD STEVENS ESKRIDGE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + F. O. EHRLICH, + Secretary and Treasurer Ehrlich-Harrison Co., Inc. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. E. FARNSWORTH, + Union Machinery Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + PACIFIC COAST CO., + J. C. Ford, Vice President and General Manager. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. A. FOREHAND, + Manager The Postal Telegraph Cable Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. R. FORREST, + President Seattle Security Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WALTER F. FOSTER, + Foster & Kleiser, Inc. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. M. FRINK, + President and Manager The Washington Iron Works. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANCIS G. FRINK, + Secretary Washington Iron Works. +] + +[Illustration: + + CLARK DAVIS, + Mining. +] + +[Illustration: + + ROBERT R. FOX, + Manager Simonds Manufacturing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. E. GALBRAITH, + President and Manager The Galbraith-Bacon & Co., Inc. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. C. GARRATT, + Manager Gorham Rubber Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES A. GHENT, + Physician and Surgeon. +] + +[Illustration: + + JONATHAN GIFFORD, + Manager Gifford Realty Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. S. GIBSON, + Washington Stevedore Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + HERMAN GOETZ, + Contractor. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. S. GOODWIN, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. WARREN GOULD, + Architect. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN GRAHAM, + Architect. +] + +[Illustration: + + L. H. GRIFFITH, + The Griffith Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. J. GRAMBS, + Seattle Electric Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + H. F. GRANT, + General Manager Seattle Electric Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + ROBERT L. KEITH, + Physician. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK HANFORD, + Lumbermen's Indemnity Exchange and General Agent Pennsylvania + Casualty. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. HARRISBERGER, + General Superintendent Seattle-Tacoma Power Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + H. R. HARRIMAN, + Lawyer and Secretary Alaska Petroleum & Coal Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN P. HARTMAN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + F. G. HAYWOOD, + Secretary and General Manager Seattle Car Manufacturing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + ANDREW HEMRICH, + President Seattle Brewing and Malting Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + ALVIN HEMRICH, + President Hemrich Bros. Brewing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + H. C. HENRY, + Banker and Railroad Contractor. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. R. HESSELTINE, + Secretary and Treasurer The Washington Meteor Mining Co. and Roger + Hesseltine Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + ROBERT W. HILL, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES D. HOGE, + President Union Savings and Trust Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE M. HORTON, + Physician and Surgeon. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. W. HOUGHTON, + Architect. +] + +[Illustration: + + P. D. HUGHES, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + OMAR J. HUMPHREY, + Alaska Coast Steamship Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + D. H. JARVIS, + North Western Fisheries Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. E. HUMPHREY, + U. S. Congressman. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK C. JACKSON, + Real Estate, Investments. +] + +[Illustration: + + T. E. JONES, + Contractor. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. J. KAHLE, + Crescent Manufacturing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. W. KAHLE, + Crescent Manufacturing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. F. LANE, + Cashier The Scandinavian American Bank. +] + +[Illustration: + + WARREN D. LANE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + MAURICE D. LEEHEY, + Mining Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + G. V. P. LANSING, + State Manager Otis Elevator Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WILLIAM H. LEWIS, + Real Estate--Brick Manufacturer. +] + +[Illustration: + + ROBERT H. LINDSAY, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + T. S. LIPPY, + President W. B. Hutchinson Co., Seattle Mattress and Upholstering Co., + W. C. Hill Brick Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + CHAS. H. LILLY, + Flour, Grain, Seeds and Groceries. +] + +[Illustration: + + SAM S. LOEB, + Independent Brewery. +] + +[Illustration: + + H. LOHSE, JR., + Builder. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. MARTIN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. S. MCBRIDE, + Physician and Surgeon. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE F. MEACHAM, + Real Estate, Mortgage Loans, Rentals and Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. E. MEAD, + Governor. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN FRANCIS MCLEAN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + HENRY F. MCCLURE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. A. HOLMES, + Dentist. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN MEGRATH, + Contractor and Builder. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN H. MCGRAW, + President Seattle Chamber of Commerce. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. B. METCALFE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. HICKMAN MOORE, + Mayor. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. A. MOORE, + Manager Moore Investment Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + I. A. NADEAU, + Vice President Chamber of Commerce. +] + +[Illustration: + + WILL H. PARRY, + Parry Investment Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WILLIAM MEISTER, + California Commission Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + G. S. PETERKIN, + Physician. +] + +[Illustration: + + REGINALD H. PARSONS, + Bemis Bros. Bag Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. A. PEPLOW, + Hammond Milling Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + EDWIN PETERSON, + Manager Seattle Mining Exchange. +] + +[Illustration: + + CYRUS F. CLAPP, + Capitalist. +] + +[Illustration: + + SAMUEL H. PILES, + United States Senator. +] + +[Illustration: + + PHILIP ROWE, + President Hallidie Machinery Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + CLAUDE C. RAMSEY, + Ramsey & Battle, Real Estate, Loans, Rentals and Fire Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK H. RENICK, + Real Estate and Loans. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. W. ROBINSON, + Wholesale Dealer in Grain, Hay and Feed. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. A. REYNOLDS, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. M. RININGER, + Physician and Surgeon. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. F. RICHARDSON, + Manager John A. Roeblings' Sons. +] + +[Illustration: + + T. F. RUHM, + Naval Constructor, U. S. Navy. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRED E. SANDER, + President Fred E. Sander, Inc., Real Estate and Investment Securities. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES H. SCHACK, + Architect. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN SCHRAM, + President Washington Trust Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. B. SNOWDON, + North American Transportation and Trading Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOSEPH K. SMITH, + Alaska's Magazine Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + WATSON C. SQUIRE, + Ex-United States Senator. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. H. SOELBERG, + Vice President and Cashier State Bank of Seattle. +] + +[Illustration: + + ROBERT G. STEVENSON, + District Manager The Barber Asphalt Paving Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES R. STIRRAT. + Contractor. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE E. SYLVESTER, + Wholesale Grocer. +] + +[Illustration: + + FREDERICK K. STRUVE, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + BOYD J. TALLMAN, + Judge Superior Court. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. J. TENNANT, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES TRACY, + Eagle Brass Foundry. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. EDGAR BROWN, + Secretary Hamm-Schmitz Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. P. TRIMBLE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + EDWARD P. TREMPER, + Osborne, Tremper & Co., Inc. +] + +[Illustration: + + O. A. TUCKER, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + WILMON TUCKER, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + LESTER TURNER, + President First National Bank of Seattle. +] + +[Illustration: + + HERBERT S. UPPER, + Real Estate, Loans and Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE A. VIRTUE, + Real Estate and Loans. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. L. WATERS, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE H. WALKER, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN C. WATROUS, + Real Estate, Rentals and Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + EDWARD E. WEBSTER, + General Manager Independent Telephone Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. F. WHITE, + Lumber. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. H. WHITE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. D. WOOD, + President The Trustee Company. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. F. SWEENEY, + Hotel Savoy. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE T. WILLIAMS, + North Coast Literage Co., Nome. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN DAVIS, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. L. MCCABE, + McCabe & Hamilton, Inc., Stevedores. +] + +[Illustration: + + F. E. BRIGHTMAN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + JOHN A. ROSENE, + President Northwestern Commercial Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + MICHAEL EARLES, + President Puget Sound Mills and Lumber Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + W. D. HOFIUS, + Railway Supplies, Iron and Steel. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. C. HUGHES, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + A. LAWRENCE, + Real Estate, Broker. +] + +[Illustration: + + C. H. FARRELL, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + J. B. MEIKLE, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + THOMAS B. HARDIN, + Lawyer--General Attorney Seattle-Tacoma Power Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + GODFREY CHEALANDER, + Promoter Alaska-Yukon Exposition. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE B. LITTLEFIELD, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + D. S. FOTHERINGHAM, + Portland Cordage Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + R. PETKOVITS, + Furrier. +] + +[Illustration: + + M. V. STRAUSS, + Seattle Trunk Factory. +] + +[Illustration: + + MORITZ THOMSEN, + President Centennial Mill Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JACOB FURTH, + President Puget Sound National Bank. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK T. HUNTER, + Real Estate, Loans and Insurance. +] + +[Illustration: + + WM. PIGGOTT, + Iron and Steel Manufacturer. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE W. STETSON, + President and Manager Stetson & Post Mill Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES H. CALVERT, + President San Juan Fishing and Packing Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + D. A. HATFIELD, + Hatfield Investment Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + CARL SCHMITZ, + Manager The Rathskeller. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE LADD MUNN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK J. MARTIN, + Secretary and Manager Northwestern Mutual Fire Assn. +] + +[Illustration: + + CHAS. E. CRANE, + President Seattle-Boston Copper Co. (Loans and Investments). +] + +[Illustration: + + J. S. GRAHAM, + Merchant. +] + +[Illustration: + + E. S. CURTIS, + Photographer. +] + +[Illustration: + + D. B. TREFETHEN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAY C. ALLEN, + Lawyer. +] + +[Illustration: + + RUFUS H. SMITH, + Loans. +] + +[Illustration: + + GEORGE B. LAMPING, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + LOUIS HEMRICH, + Vice President and General Manager Seattle Brewing and Malting Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + JAMES P. GLEASON, + Manager American Savings Bank and Trust Co. +] + +[Illustration: + + L. C. CRAWFORD, + Real Estate. +] + +[Illustration: + + FRANK WATERHOUSE, + President Frank Waterhouse Co., Inc. +] + +[Illustration: + + LEONARD L. TEACHOUT, + Art Engraving Co. +] + +[Illustration] + + + + +Contents + + + A Page. + + R. B. Albertson 7 + + George Albers 33 + + Jay C. Allen 191 + + Edgar Ames 6 + + E. W. Andrews 8 + + + B + + S. S. Bailey 9 + + John E. Ballaine 12 + + R. A. Ballinger 11 + + Alfred Battle 10 + + Charles H. Bebb 13 + + M. P. Benton 14 + + [A]James T. Blakistone + + W. M. Bolcom 15 + + J. S. Brace 16 + + J. Edgar Brown 144 + + M. C. Brown 18 + + Payton Brown 17 + + F. E. Brightman 163 + + Fred'k R. Burch 19 + + George A. Burch 20 + + A. J. Buhtz 24 + + Thomas Burke 22 + + C. H. Burnett. Jr. 23 + + C. B. Bussell 25 + + + C + + Elmer E. Caine 27 + + Scott Calhoun 26 + + Wm. M. Calhoun 28 + + R. B. Calley 30 + + James H. Calvert 182 + + Wm. F. Calvert 34 + + P. P. Carroll 29 + + Henry Carstens 32 + + Geo. S. Casedy 31 + + Herman Chapin 21 + + Godfrey Chealander 172 + + Andrew Chilberg 36 + + J. E. Chilberg 35 + + Cyrus F. Clapp 120 + + [A]J. M. Colman + + O. D. Colvin 37 + + F. W. Crary 38 + + L. C. Crawford 196 + + E. S. Curtis 189 + + Chas. E. Crane 187 + + + D + + George J. Danz 40 + + Lester W. David 39 + + Clark Davis 55 + + John Davis 161 + + R. W. Dearborn 41 + + George Donworth 43 + + J. F. Douglas 42 + + Matthew Dow 44 + + George Driver 45 + + + E + + Michael Earles 165 + + F. O. Ehrlich 47 + + Richard Stevens Eskridge 46 + + + F + + C. E. Farnsworth 48 + + C. H. Farrell 169 + + J. A. Forehand 50 + + Wm. R. Forrest 71 + + Walter F. Foster 52 + + D. S. Fotheringham 174 + + Robert R. Fox 56 + + Francis G. Frink 54 + + J. M. Frink 53 + + Jacob Furth 178 + + + G + + J. E. Galbraith 57 + + E. C. Garratt 58 + + James A. Ghent 59 + + J. S. Gibson 61 + + Jonathan Gifford 60 + + [A]D. H. Gilman + + James P. Gleason 195 + + Herman Goetz 62 + + E. S. Goodwin 63 + + A. Warren Gould 64 + + John Graham 65 + + J. S. Graham 188 + + W. J. Grambs 67 + + H. F. Grant 68 + + [A]F. M. Gribble + + L. H. Griffith 66 + + + H + + Frank Hanford 70 + + Thomas B. Hardin 171 + + H. R. Harriman 72 + + J. Harrisberger 71 + + John P. Hartman 73 + + D. A. Hatfield 183 + + F. G. Haywood 74 + + Andrew Hemrich 75 + + Alvin Hemrich 76 + + Louis Hemrich 194 + + H. C. Henry 77 + + C. R. Hesseltine 78 + + Robert W. Hill 79 + + W. D. Hofius 166 + + James D. Hoge 80 + + C. A. Holmes 107 + + George M. Horton 81 + + E. W. Houghton 82 + + P. D. Hughes 83 + + Omar J. Humphrey 84 + + Frank T. Hunter 179 + + W. E. Humphrey 86 + + E. C. Hughes 167 + + + J + + Frank C. Jackson 87 + + D. H. Jarvis 85 + + T. E. Jones 88 + + + K + + J. W. Kahle 90 + + W. J. Kahle 89 + + Robert L. Keith 69 + + + L + + George B. Lamping 193 + + J. F. Lane 91 + + Warren D. Lane 92 + + G. V. P. Lansing 94 + + A. Lawrence 168 + + Maurice D. Leehey 93 + + William H. Lewis 95 + + Robert H. Lindsay 96 + + Chas. H. Lilly 98 + + T. S. Lippy 97 + + George B. Littlefield 173 + + Sam S. Loeb 99 + + H. Lohse, Jr. 100 + + + M + + Frank J. Martin 186 + + Wm. Martin 101 + + J. S. McBride 102 + + W. L. McCabe 162 + + John H. McGraw 109 + + John Francis McLean 105 + + Henry F. McClure 106 + + A. E. Mead 104 + + George F. Meacham 103 + + John Megrath 108 + + J. B. Meikle 170 + + William Meister 115 + + J. B. Metcalfe 110 + + J. A. Moore 112 + + Wm. Hickman Moore 111 + + George Ladd Munn 185 + + + N + + I. A. Nadeau 113 + + + P + + Pacific Coast Co. 49 + + Will H. Parry 114 + + Reginald H. Parsons 117 + + [A]Charles E. Peabody + + [A]L. B. Peeples + + C. A. Peplow 118 + + G. S. Peterkin 116 + + Edwin Peterson 119 + + R. Petkovits 175 + + Samuel H. Piles 121 + + Wm. Piggott 180 + + + R + + Claude C. Ramsey 123 + + Frank H. Renick 124 + + C. A. Reynolds 126 + + W. F. Richardson 128 + + E. M. Riniger 127 + + W. W. Robinson 125 + + John A. Rosene 164 + + Philip Rowe 122 + + T. F. Ruhm 120 + + + S + + Fred E. Sander 130 + + James H. Schack 131 + + Carl Schmitz 184 + + John Schram 132 + + Joseph K. Smith 134 + + Rufus H. Smith 192 + + R. B. Snowdon 133 + + A. H. Soelberg 136 + + Watson C. Squire 135 + + George W. Stetson 181 + + Robert G. Stevenson 137 + + James R. Stirrat 138 + + M. V. Strauss 176 + + Frederick K. Struve 140 + + George E. Sylvester 139 + + E. F. Sweeney 159 + + [A]The Seattle Lumber Co. + + + T + + Boyd T. Tallman 141 + + A. J. Tennant 142 + + Moritz Thomsen 177 + + James Tracy 143 + + D. B. Trefethen 190 + + Edward P. Tremper 146 + + W. P. Trimble 145 + + O. A. Tucker 147 + + Wilmon Tucker 148 + + Lester Turner 149 + + Leonard L. Teachout 198 + + + U + + Herbert S. Upper 150 + + Union Pacific Railway Co. 199 + + + V + + George A. Virtue 151 + + + W + + George H. Walker 153 + + Wm. L. Waters 152 + + Frank Waterhouse 197 + + John C. Watrous 154 + + Edward E. Webster 155 + + C. F. White 156 + + W. H. White 157 + + George T. Williams 160 + + W. D. Wood 158 + +[A] Subscribers not appearing in the book. + + + GENERAL + LITHOGRAPHING + AND + PRINTING + CO. + SEATTLE + + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: Italic text is denoted by _underscores_. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55281.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55281.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..8876a3a2e6be49c7dcc32009c2635516cd21fa7d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55281.txt @@ -0,0 +1,254 @@ + + + THE + + CHRISTMAS DREAM + + OF + + LITTLE CHARLES. + + [Illustration: Line drawing of a colt] + + NEW YORK: + + PUBLISHED BY J. S. REDFIELD + + CLINTON HALL + + [Illustration: Man on a horse] + + + + + + THE CHRISTMAS DREAM + + OF LITTLE CHARLES. + + [Illustration: Decorative scroll] + + +ONE Christmas eve, little Charles Estabrook hung his +stocking carefully by the chimney corner, and, after saying +his prayers, got into bed, and soon fell asleep. Charles was +a good little boy; he was fond of horses, and took pleasure +in feeding them and attending to their wants. On the day +previous, a traveller came along; his horse was thirsty; so +little Charles got a pail, filled it with water, and gave the +horse to drink, for which the traveller rewarded him by +giving him a shilling. + +[Illustration: Tying a shoe lace] + +But, although so fond of horses, little Charles was not +unmindful of the claims of his sister Lizzy, as she was +familiarly called, and, in pleasant weather, would go out to +walk with her. In the engraving opposite, they are on their +way to school together, and have stopped that he may tie her +shoe, which has become unfastened. + +Charles dreamed that he was in bed, peeping at his stocking, +over the bed-clothes, when he saw a very pleasant-looking +old gentleman come down the chimney, on a nice little pony, +precisely like the one named Lightfoot, that his Uncle Ben +had promised to give him. It was funny, indeed, to see the +pony slide down feet foremost, and Charles could not help +laughing; but he laughed still louder, when he examined Old +Nicholas the rider. His hair was made of crackers, and as he +came nearer and nearer to the lamp, that stood on the +hearth, pop went off one of the crackers, then another, and +then another. But St. Nicholas was not a bit frightened; he +only rubbed his ears with his coat-sleeve, patted the pony +to keep him quiet, and laughed till he showed the concave of +his great mouth, full of sugar-plums. + + “He was chubby and plump, + A right jolly old elf— + Charley laughed when he saw him, + In spite of himself; + While a wink of his eye, + A twist of his head, + Soon gave him to know + He had nothing to dread.” + +Charles was excessively delighted, and shouted so loud that +his mother thought he had the nightmare. He watched the old +gentleman closely, and then looked at his stocking. It hung +very conveniently. “He can’t put the pony in it,” said he to +himself; “that’s a pity.” + +[Illustration: Church tower] + +The old gentleman’s pockets stuck out prodigiously, and he +panted and puffed as if he had been cudgelling an alligator. +“Well,” said he, wiping the perspiration off his face, +although it was the 25th of December, “if this is not hard +work. Eighty-five youngsters have I called on the last hour. +Hark! St. Michael’s sounds loud down the chimney. One, two. +I shall have a tough job, from two o’clock till daylight, +popping down the chimneys from the Battery to the High bridge. +I wonder what this chap would like for a Christmas present,” +continued he, eying the stocking; then putting his arms +akimbo, he began to consider. Charles’s heart beat. “Good +Mr. Nicholas,” said he to himself, “if you could only give +me that pony.” But he kept quite still, for he saw the old +man put his hands into his tremendous pockets. “Let me see,” +said old Nicholas, “here is a jack-knife that I was to have +given Tommy Battle, if he had not quarrelled with his sisters. +Open sesame!” The stocking opened, and in went the jack-knife. +It was the very thing that Charles wanted. One after another +the old gentleman pulled out tops, twine, marbles, dissected +maps, picture-books, sugar-plums, besides divers other +notions, all the while talking to himself. “This drum,” said +he, “is for Tom Barnwell, a clever little fellow who never +tells lies. These pretty little fish-hooks and line Master +Troup must have, for his patient care of his father when he +was sick. This mask is for Orace Allen; he must not use it +to frighten little children, or I shall remember it when +Christmas comes again. Let me see, I will give this globe to +Joseph Dudley, who is a studious boy, and he will make a +good use of it. This pretty annual was for William Wiley, +but the lad kicked his brother, and called him a bad name, +so I will lay it by for George Wilde.” + +[Illustration: Drum] + +[Illustration: Mask] + +[Illustration: Globe] + +Charles thought he could stay for ever to see the old +gentleman take out his knicknacks, and tell who they were +for; but he began to be a little frightened for his own +stocking, when he recollected that he had been remiss in his +Latin the last quarter. “I hope the old gentleman does not +understand the classics,” said Charley to himself; but he +stopped short, for his queer visiter held up the stocking, +saying, “I think this lad loves gunpowder by the smell of +his stocking.” He then took hold of his hair, and pulling +out crackers by the dozen from his head, tied them up into +neat parcels, and threw them into the stocking. As fast as +he pulled them off, new crackers appeared, and hung down +over his ears and forehead. “This accounts for the noise we +hear on Christmas,” said Charles; “I never knew who made all +the crackers!” and he had to hold his sides for laughing, +the old man looked so droll. + +[Illustration: Bed] + +When the old gentleman stooped over the light to put a new +supply in the stocking, an unusual number exploded, and the +little pony giving a start up the chimney, disappeared. + +[Illustration: Horse] + +Charles awoke; it was just daylight. He sprung out of bed, +roused all the family with his “Merry Christmas,” ran to the +stable, and what should he see, but Uncle Ben’s little pony, +with a halter on his neck, on which was tied a piece of +paper, written, “A merry Christmas, with the pony Lightfoot, +for my nephew Charles!” + +[Illustration: Decorative scroll] + + + + + THE LITTLE COLT. + + SPOKEN BY A LITTLE BOY. + + + PRAY how shall I, a little lad, + In speaking make a figure; + You are but jesting, I’m afraid. + Do wait till I am bigger. + + But since you wish to hear my part, + And urge me to begin it, + I’ll strive for praise with all my art, + Though small my chance to win it. + + I’ll tell a tale how Farmer John + A little roan colt bred, sir, + And every night and every morn + He watered and he fed, sir. + + Said Neighbor Joe, to Farmer John, + “You surely are a dolt, sir, + To spend such daily care upon + A little useless colt, sir.” + + The farmer answered wondering Joe, + “I bring my little roan up, + Not for the good he now can do, + But may do when he’s grown up.” + + The moral you may plainly see, + To keep the tale from spoiling; + The little colt you think is me— + I know it by your smiling. + + I now entreat you to excuse + My lisping and my stammers, + And, since you’ve learned my parent’s views, + I’ll humbly make my manners. + +[Illustration: Decorative scroll] + + + + + J. S. REDFIELD, + + PUBLISHER AND BOOKSELLER, + + 137 Nassau Street, + + CORNER OF NASSAU AND BEEKMAN STS., + + NEW YORK, + + Keeps on hand a good supply of + + TOY BOOKS, SCHOOL BOOKS, + + MISCELLANEOUS BOOKS, + + MEDICAL BOOKS, + + AND + + STATIONERY. + + *.* _Country Merchants supplied at the + Lowest Price._ + + ——O—— + + JUST PUBLISHED, + + REDFIELD’S TOY BOOKS, + + Four Series of Twelve Books each, + + BEAUTIFULLY ILLUSTRATED, + + _Price, One, Two, Four, and Six Cents_. + + + + +Transcriber's Note + +Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, +_like this_. Dialect, obsolete and alternative spellings +were left unchanged. Descriptions of illustrations added. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55512.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55512.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..b2b328a7d4cb1fb0f8dc38e4764e438519f63862 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55512.txt @@ -0,0 +1,191 @@ + + + OXFORD + WATER-COLOURS + + JOHN FULLEYLOVE, R.I. + + + [Illustration: TOM TOWER, CHRISTCHURCH COLLEGE + + The Tower to the level of the finial of the ogee-headed window is of + the date of Wolsey’s foundation; the remaining part was added by Sir + Christopher Wren.] + + OXFORD + + WATER-COLOURS + + By JOHN FULLEYLOVE, R.I. + + A. & C. BLACK, LTD. + 4, 5 & 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W. 1 + + _Published October_, 1916 + + + LIST OF VOLUMES IN + + BLACK’S “WATER-COLOUR” SERIES + + BERKSHIRE. By Sutton Palmer + BIRKET FOSTER + BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. By Sutton Palmer + BURNS COUNTRY. By George Houston, A.R.S.A., R.S.W. + CAMBRIDGE. By William Matthison + CHANNEL ISLANDS. By H. B. Wimbush + CHESTER. By E. Harrison Compton + CORNWALL. By G. F. Nicholls + COTSWOLDS. By G. F. Nicholls + COTTAGES OF ENGLAND. By Helen Allingham + DICKENS COUNTRY. By various Artists + EDINBURGH. By John Fulleylove. R.I. + ENGLISH LAKES. By A. Heaton Cooper + ESSEX. By Burleigh Bruhl + ETON. By E. D. Brinton + GALLOWAY. By James Faed. Junr. + HAMPSHIRE. By Wilfrid Ball, R.E. + HARDY COUNTRY. By Walter Tyndale + HOLY LAND. By John Fulleylove, R.I. + + ISLE OF MAN, By A. Heaton Cooper + ISLE OF WIGHT. By A. Heaton Cooper + KENT. By Biscombe Gardner + LIVERPOOL. By J. Hamilton Hay + LONDON, By various Artists + MESOPOTAMIA, By Edith Cheesman + NILE, THE. By Ella du Cane + NORTH WALES. By Robert Fowler + OXFORD. By John Fulleylove. R.I. + SCOTT COUNTRY. By various Artists + SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS. By various Artists + SURREY. By Sutton Palmer + SUSSEX. By Wilfrid Ball. R.E. + SWITZERLAND. By various Artists + WARWICKSHIRE. By Fred Whitehead + WINDSOR. By G. M. Henton + WORCESTERSHIRE. By Thomas Tyndale + WYE, THE. By Sutton Palmer + + A. & C. BLACK, LTD., 4, 5 & 6 SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W. 1. + + _Printed in Great Britain by_ + + BILLING AND SONS, LTD., GUILDFORD AND ESHER + + + + + LIST OF WATER-COLOURS + By JOHN FULLEYLOVE, R.I. + + 1. Tom Tower, Christchurch College _Frontispiece_ + + 2. Oxford, from South Hinksey + + 3. Broad Street, looking West + + 4. Oxford, from the Sheldonian Theatre + + 5. The University Church of St. Mary + + 6. St. Giles’s, looking towards St. Mary Magdalen (South) + + 7. Oriel College + + 8. Interior of the Bodleian Library + + 9. The Cloisters, Magdalen College + + 10. Magdalen Tower and Bridge + + 11. All Souls’ College and the High Street + + 12. Corpus Christi College + + 13. Christchurch: Peckwater Quadrangle + + 14. The Radcliffe Library, or Camera Bodleiana, from All Souls’ College + + 15. Entrance Gateway of Hertford College and the Radcliffe Library + + 16. All Saints’ Church from Turl Street + + 17. The Entrance to Queen’s College from Logic Lane + + 18. The River Isis + + 19. The Library, Oriel College + + 20. The Clarendon Building, Broad Street _On the Cover_ + + + [Illustration: OXFORD, FROM SOUTH HINKSEY] + + [Illustration: BROAD STREET, LOOKING WEST] + + [Illustration: OXFORD, FROM THE SHELDONIAN THEATRE] + + [Illustration: THE UNIVERSITY CHURCH OF ST. MARY + + The buildings on the extreme right of the picture are those belonging + to Oriel College.] + + [Illustration: ST. GILES’S, LOOKING TOWARDS ST. MARY MAGDALEN (SOUTH)] + + [Illustration: ORIEL COLLEGE] + + [Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE BODLEIAN LIBRARY] + + [Illustration: THE CLOISTERS, MAGDALEN COLLEGE] + + [Illustration: MAGDALEN TOWER AND BRIDGE] + + [Illustration: ALL SOULS’ COLLEGE AND THE HIGH STREET] + + [Illustration: CORPUS CHRISTI COLLEGE + + In the centre of the quadrangle rises a cylindrical dial surmounted by + a “pelican in her piety,” the badge of the Founder of the College.] + + [Illustration: CHRISTCHURCH: PECKWATER QUADRANGLE] + + [Illustration: THE RADCLIFFE LIBRARY, OR CAMERA BODLEIANA, FROM ALL + SOULS’ COLLEGE + + This dome may compare with some of the finest in Europe.] + + [Illustration: ENTRANCE GATEWAY OF HERTFORD COLLEGE + + THE RADCLIFFE LIBRARY] + + [Illustration: ALL SAINTS’ CHURCH FROM TURL STREET + + All Saints’ Church was built in 1708 from a design by Dr. Aldrich, + Dean of Christchurch.] + + [Illustration: THE ENTRANCE TO QUEEN’S COLLEGE FROM LOGIC LANE The + statue is that of Queen Caroline, Consort of George II.] + + [Illustration: THE RIVER ISIS + + On the right is the gold and white barge of Magdalen College + undergoing repair. The masts and barges of other colleges line the + side of the river, and Folly Bridge closes the prospect.] + + [Illustration: THE LIBRARY; ORIEL COLLEGE + + A dignified building of the Ionic order of architecture, designed by + James Wyatt about 1788.] + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55671.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55671.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c4071db05f1e7c4265ac7a70edb15d9f900986b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55671.txt @@ -0,0 +1,463 @@ + + + WOMEN + I’M NOT MARRIED TO + + + + + WOMEN + I’M NOT MARRIED TO + + BY + FRANKLIN P. ADAMS + + [Illustration: colophon] + + GARDEN CITY NEW YORK + DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY + 1922 + + + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY + DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF + TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, + INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN + + + COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY + IN THE UNITED STATES AND GREAT BRITAIN + + + PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES + AT + THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y. + + + + + TO + MRS. FRANKLIN P. ADAMS + + BUT FOR WHOM THIS BOOK + MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN, + BUT FOR WHOM IT WAS + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + +ELAINE 2 + +MAUDE 7 + +ANNE 11 + +FLO 15 + +BELINDA 16 + +BLANCHE 19 + +MARGUERITE 21 + + + + + WOMEN + I’M NOT MARRIED TO + + + + “Whene’er I take my walks”--you know + The rest--“abroad,” I always meet + Elaine or Maude or Anne or Flo, + Belinda, Blanche, or Marguerite; + And Melancholy, bittersweet, + Sets seal upon me when I view-- + Coldly, and from a judgment seat-- + The women I’m not married to. + + Not mine the sighs for Long Ago; + Not mine to mourn the obsolete; + With Burns and Shelley, Keats and Poe + I have no yearning to compete. + No Dead Sea pickled pears I eat; + I never touch a drop of rue; + I toast, and drink my pleasure neat, + The women I’m not married to! + + Fate with her celebrated blow + Frequently knocks me off my feet; + And Life her dice box chucks a throw + That usually has me beat. + Yet although Love has tried to treat + Me rough, award the kid his due. + Look at the list, though incomplete: + The women I’m not married to. + + +L’ENVOI + + My dears whom gracefully I greet, + Gaze at these lucky ladies who + Are of--to make this thing concrete-- + The women I’m not married to. + + + + +ELAINE + + +There have been more beautiful girls than Elaine, for I have read about +them, and I have utter faith in the printed word. And I expect my +public, a few of whom are--just a second--more than two and a quarter +million weekly, to put the same credence in my printed word. When I +said there have been more beautiful girls than Elaine I lied. There +haven’t been. She was a darb. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, her +eyebrows were like curved snowdrifts, her neck was like the swan, her +face it was the fairest that e’er the sun shone on, she walked in beauty +like the night, her lips were like the cherries ripe that sunny walls of +Boreas screen, her teeth were like a flock of sheep with fleeces newly +washen clean, her hair was like the curling mist that shades the +mountain side at e’en, and oh, she danced in such a way no sun upon an +Easter day was half so fine a sight! If I may interrupt the poets, I +should say she was one pip. She was, I might add, kind of pretty. + +Enchantment was hers, and fairyland her exclusive province. I would walk +down a commonplace street with her, and it would become the primrose +path, and a one-way path at that, with nobody but us on it. If I said it +was a nice day--and if I told her that once I told her a hundred +times--she would say, “Isn’t it? My very words to Isabel when I +telephoned her this morning!” So we had, I said to myself, a lot in +common. + +And after a conversation like that I would go home and lie awake and +think, “If two persons can be in such harmony about the weather, a +fundamental thing, a thing that prehistoric religions actually were +based upon, what possible discord ever could be between us? For I have +known families to be rent by disagreements as to meteorological +conditions. + +“Isn’t this,” my sister used to say, “a nice day?” + +“No,” my reply used to be; “it’s a dreadful day. It’s blowy, and it’s +going to rain.” And I would warn my mother that my sister Amy, or that +child, was likely to grow up into a liar. + +But, as I have tried to hint, beauty was Elaine’s, and when she spoke of +the weather I used to feel sorry for everybody who had lived in the +olden times, from yesterday back to the afternoon Adam told Eve that no +matter how hot it was they always got a breeze, before there was any +weather at all. + +It wasn’t only the weather. We used to agree on other things. Once when +she met a schoolgirl friend in Hyde Park whom she hadn’t seen since a +year ago, out in Lake View, she said that it was a small world after +all, and I told her she never said a truer word. And about golf--she +didn’t think, she said one day, that it was as strenuous as tennis, but +it certainly took you out in the open air--well, that was how I felt +about it, too. So you see it wasn’t just the weather, though at that +time I thought that would be enough. + +Well, one day we were walking along, and she looked at me and said, “I +wonder if you’d like me so much if I weren’t pretty.” + +It came over me that I shouldn’t. + +“No,” I said, “I should say not.” + +“That’s the first honest thing you ever said to me,” she said. + +“No, it isn’t,” I said. + +“It is, too,” was her rejoinder. + +“It’s nothing of the kind,” I said. + +“Yes, it is!” she said, her petulant temper getting the better of her. + +So we parted on that, and I often think how lucky I am to have escaped +from Elaine’s distrust of honesty, and from her violent and passionate +temper. + + + + +MAUDE + + +Maude and I might have been happy together. She was not the kind you +couldn’t be candid with. She used to say she admired honesty and +sincerity above all other traits. And she was deeply interested in me, +which was natural enough, as I had no reservations, no reticences from +her. I believed that when you cared about a girl it was wrong to have +secrets from her. + +And that was her policy, too, though now and then she carried it too +far. One day I telephoned her and asked her what she had been doing that +morning. + +“I’ve been reading the most fascinating book,” she said. + +“What book?” I asked politely. + +“I can’t remember the title,” she said, “but it’s about a man in love +with a girl, and he----” + +“Who wrote it?” I interrupted. + +“Wait a minute,” said Maude. I waited four minutes. “Sorry to have kept +you waiting,” she said. “I mislaid the book. I thought I left it in my +room and I looked all around for it, and then I asked Hulda if she’d +seen it, and she said no, though I asked her that the other day about +something else, and she said no, and later I found out that she had seen +it and put it in a drawer, so I went to the library and the book wasn’t +there, and then I went back to my room and looked again, and I was just +coming back to tell you I couldn’t find it when here it is, guess where, +right on the telephone stand. Who wrote it? Hutchison is the author. A. +M. S.--no, wait a minute--A. S. M. Hutchinson, not Hutchison. There’s an +‘n’ in it. Two ‘n’s’ really. But I mean an ‘n’ between the ‘i’ and the +‘s.’ I mean it’s Hut-chin-son, and not Hut-chi-son. But what’s the +difference who writes a book as long as it’s a good book?” + +There may have been more, but I was reasonably certain that the author’s +name was Hutchinson, so I hung up the receiver, though the way I felt at +the time was that hanging was too good for it. + +I had dinner with her that night at a restaurant. + +“Coffee?” asked the waiter. + +“No,” I said. And to her: “Coffee keeps me awake. If I took a cup now I +wouldn’t close an eye all night. Some folks can drink it and not notice +it, but take me; I’m funny that way, and if I took a cup now I wouldn’t +close an eye all night. Some can, and some can’t. I like it, but it +doesn’t like me. Ha, ha! I wouldn’t close an eye all night, and if I +don’t get my sleep--and a good eight hours at that--I’m not fit for a +thing all the next day. It’s a pretty important thing, sleep; and----” + +It was important to Maude, self-centred thing that she was. Here was I +confiding to her something I never had told another soul, and she wasn’t +merely dozing; she was asleep. I rattled a knife against a plate, and +she awoke. + +It was a good thing I found out about her in time. + + + + +ANNE + + _In winter, when the ground was white, + I thought that Anne would be all right; + In summer, quite the other way, + I knew she’d never be O. K._ + + +She liked to go to the theatre, but what she went for was to be amused, +as there was enough sadness in real life without going to the theatre +for it. She told me that I was just a great big boy; that all men, in +fact, were just little boys grown up. I took her to a movie show, and +she read most of the captions to me, slowly; and when she read them to +herself her lips moved. She never took a drink in days of old when booze +was sold and barrooms held their sway--that is my line, not Anne’s--but +now she takes a cocktail when one is offered, saying, “This may be my +last chance.” Women, she told me, didn’t like her much, but she didn’t +care, as she was, she always said, a man’s woman. Just the same, folks +said, she told me, that she was wonderful in a sick room. + +And so, what with the movies and one thing and another the winter +passed. She was glad I was a tennis player, and we’d have some exciting +sets in the summer. No, she said games. I should have known then, but I +was thinking of her hair and how cool it was to stroke. + +Well, one May afternoon there we were on the tennis court. It belonged +to a friend of hers, and it hadn’t been rolled recently, nor marked, +though you could tell that here a base line and there a service line +once had been. + +I asked her which court she wanted and she said it didn’t matter; she +played equally rottenly on both sides. Nor was that, I found it, +overstating things. She served, and called “Ready?” before each service. +When she sent a ball far outside she called “Home run!” or “Just out!” +And if I served a double fault she said either “Two bad” or “Thank +you.” When the score was deuce she called it “Juice!” And when I beat +her 6-0--as you could have done, or you, or even you--she said she was +off her game, that it was a lot closer than the score indicated, that +she’d beat me before the summer was over, that didn’t the net seem +terribly low or something, and that I wasn’t used to playing with women +or I wouldn’t hit the ball so hard all the time. + +Little remains to be told. Anne is now the wife of a golfing banker. +Wednesday night I met her at a party. + +“Golf?” she echoed. “Oh, yes. That is, I don’t play it; I play at it. +Tennis is really my game, but I haven’t had a racket in my hand in two +years. We must have some of our games again. I nearly beat you last +time, remember.” + + + + +FLO + + +I hadn’t seen Flo since she was about fourteen, so when I got a letter +asking me to call I said I’d go. She was pretty, but the older I get the +fewer girls I see that aren’t. + +Of course I ought to have known. The letter was addressed with a “For” +preceding my name, instead of “City” or the name of the town, Flo had +written “Local.” Even a professional detective should have known then. + +It was just her refined vocabulary that sent me reeling into the night. +She wondered where I “resided” and how long I’d been “located” there; +she had “purchased” something; she said “gowned” when she meant +“dressed”; she had “gotten” tired, she said, of affectation. She said +she had “retired” early the night before, and she spoke of a +“boot-limber.” + +And as I was leaving she said, “Don’t remain away so long this time. +Er--you know--hath no fury like a woman scorned.” + + + + +BELINDA + + +I remember Belinda. She was arguing with another young woman about the +car fare. “Let me pay,” said Belinda; and she paid. + +“There,” I mused, “is a perfect woman, nobly planned.” + +I met her shortly after that, and she came through many a test. Once I +saw her go up to an elevated railroad station, hand in a nickel, and not +say, “One, please.” Once I asked her about what day it was, and she said +“Wednesday” without adding “All day.” She spoke once of a cultivated +taste without adding “like olives,” and once said “That’s another story” +without adding “as Kipling says.” And once--and that was the day I +nearly begged her to be mine--when she said that something had been +grossly exaggerated she failed to giggle “like the report of Mark +Twain’s death.” + +So you see Belinda had points. She had a dog that wasn’t more +intelligent than most human beings; she wasn’t forever saying that there +was no reason why a man and a woman shouldn’t be just good pals; she +didn’t put me at ease, the way the others did, by looking at me for +three minutes and then saying that good looks didn’t matter much to a +man, after all; she didn’t, when you gave her something, take it and say +coyly, “For me?” as who should say, “You dear thoughtful thing, when you +might have brought it for John D. Rockefeller.” And she didn’t say that +she couldn’t draw a straight line or that she had no card sense or that +she couldn’t write a decent letter. + +She could write a decent letter. She did. Lots of them. To me, too. She +wrote the best letters I ever read. They were intelligent, humorous, +and--why shouldn’t I tell the truth?--ardent. Fervid is nearer. +Candescent is not far off. And that is how I lost her. + +“P. S.” she wrote. “Burn this letter, and all of them.” + +A few weeks later Belinda said, “At the rate I write you, my letters +must fill a large drawer by this time.” + +“Why,” I said, “I burn them. They’re all burned.” + +“I never want to see you again as long as I live,” she said. “Good-by.” + +And my good-by was the last communication between me and Belinda. + + + + +BLANCHE + + + _Blanche is a girl + I’d hate to wed, + Because of a lot + Of things she said._ + + _“Excuse my French” + When she says “Gee-whiz!” + On the telephone: + “Guess who this is.”_ + + _You ask her did + She like the show + Or book, she’ll say, + “Well, yes and no.”_ + + _For the “kiddie” she + Buys a “comfy” “nighty”; + She says “My bestest,” + And “All rightie.”_ + + _“If I had no humour, + I’d simply die,” + Says Blanche.... I know + That that’s a lie._ + + _She wouldn’t marry; + “Oh, heaven forbid! + “Men are such brutes!” + You said it, kid._ + + + + +MARGUERITE + + +Marguerite was an agreer. She strove, and not without success, to +please. She hated an argument, one reason perhaps being--I found this +out later--that she couldn’t put one forth on any subject. But I had +theories, in the days of Marguerite, and I wanted to know whether she +was in sympathy with them. One of my theories was that a lot of domestic +infelicity could be avoided if a husband didn’t keep his business +affairs to himself, if he made a confidante, a possible assistant, of +his wife. I had contempt for the women whose boast it was that Fred +never brings business into the house. + +So I used to talk to Marguerite about that theory. When we were married +wouldn’t it be better to discuss the affairs of the business day at home +with her? Certainly. Because simply talking about them was something, +and maybe she could even help. Yes, that was what a wife was for. Why +should a man keep his thoughts bottled up just because his wife wasn’t +in his office with him? No reason at all; I agree with you perfectly. + +About politics: Wasn’t this man Harding doing a good job, and weren’t +things looking pretty good, everything considered? He certainly is and +they certainly are, was Marguerite’s adroit summing up. + +Well, I had theories about books and child labour and pictures and clam +chowder and Harry Leon Wilson’s stuff and music and the younger +generation and cord tires and things like that, and she’d agree with +everything I said. + +Then one night, as in a vision, something came to me. I had a theory +that it would be terrible to have somebody around all the time who +agreed with you about everything. Marguerite agreed. + +I had another theory. Don’t you agree, I put it, that we shouldn’t get +along at all well? And never had she agreed more quickly. I thought she +really put her heart into it. + +And we never should have hit it off, either. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Women I'm Not Married To, by Franklin Pierce Adams + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55976.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55976.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..392e840eeb24d865fbf3ef9ce15ab90e01dd3673 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg55976.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ + + +Transcriber’s Note: + +All captions for illustrations were created by the transcriber. + + + + + THE FOLLOWING PENNY BOOKS, + + and many others, + + Adorned with a great number of Cuts, + + _Are just Printed and Sold by_ + + J. G. RUSHER, BANBURY. + + -------------- + + History of a Banbury Cake + History of John Gilpin + Good Farmer, or History of T. 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G. RUSHER_, + + BRIDGE-STREET. + + [Illustration: Decoration] + + Price One Penny. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + [ Illustration: The Lion] + + + TRIAL + + OF THE OX. + + -------------- + +An Ox was seized by the Dogs, and brought to trial, for having gored his +Driver in such a brutal manner, in Smithfield Market, as caused his +death. His trial was held at Quadruped Court, Beast Park, near the +Pedestrian Hotel. The LION sat as Judge. The Dogs offered themselves as +witnesses, which the Judge refused, as they were thief-takers, and +interested. Here the council too began to ’arangue, which the Judge +would not admit of; he told them, indeed, if a point of law should +arise, they might speak to it, but he would have no witness brow-beaten +or misled in that court. + + [ Illustration: The Dog] + + [ Illustration: The Man and The Horse] + +The Horse and Ass were then called up; who deposed, that they saw the Ox +go to a Man and gore him, near Smithfield, and that his life was +despaired of. + + [ Illustration: The Butcher] + +To this the Ox pleaded ignorance, and said, that he had been ill-used +and deprived of his senses, and knew not what happened in consequence +thereof; but, provided that were not the case, he certainly would have +lost his life by the murdering Butcher, who deals death and destruction +to our race, to procure subsistence for himself and family, by the sale +of our carcases. So now, my Lord, I stand here, arraigned for the +accidental offence of goring an inhuman drover, whose only business it +was to dispose of me to the keeper of the slaughter house. + + [ Illustration: The Bee] + +A Bee, that had been perched on the Oxes head, offered his +evidence,——and deposed, that he had been an eye witness of the whole +affair. + + [ Illustration: The Man and The Ox] + + [ Illustration: The Man Riding the Ox] + +“This poor Ox, my Lord,” says he, “was taken from his friends and +relations in the country, where he led a peaceful innocent life, and put +under the care of a cruel and inhuman drover, who pricked him all the +way to London, with a nail at the end of a pole; and when he was lame, +and unable to walk so fast as the savage driver designed, he beat him +about the legs, with a stick, with a great knob at the end of it, which +still made him more lame. When he came to Smithfield, he stood, with his +head tied on the rails, from 4 o’clock on Monday morning, till 8 on +Monday night, which was sixteen hours, when the anguish he was in +affected his head so much, that he lost his senses, and committed the +act for which he stands indicted. Who is to blame, my Lord? It is true, +the Man lost his life, but the innocent Ox is not to suffer for it: +because from ill treatment the Ox had lost his senses, and therefore +could not be accountable for his actions. Those are to blame, my Lord, +who encourage drivers in such acts of inhumanity; and suffer a market +for wild and mad beasts, to be held in the middle of a large and opulent +city: do you think the queen of my hive would suffer us to bring home +what we make boot upon? No, in order to prevent mischief and confusion, +we prepare our meat before we are let into the city, and so would these +people, had they half the sense they pretend to have!” + + [ Illustration: The Bear] + +Then the Judge interrogated several other witnesses, who corroborated +the fact of the former, and the Bear, as counsel, cross-examined them, +in a mild and friendly manner, so as not to confuse their evidence. + + [ Illustration: The Tiger] + +Then the Tiger arose, and having commanded silence, spoke as follows: + + “_Gentlemen of the Jury_, + +You hear what a distinct and clear evidence the Bee has given, in behalf +of the prisoner, and you seem sensible of the truth of it. ’Tis amazing +that mankind should complain of cruelty in animals, when their own minds +are productive of such scenes of inhumanity: Are not the Ox and other +creatures murdered for their emolument? Are not we hunted to death for +their amusement, as well as the Stag and the Hare? Are not the Bees +burnt, and their houses plundered for their use? What have you Mr. +Horse, for carrying the boobies on your back, but stripes and ill +treatment? And what have you, Mr. Ass, who are their nurse and doctor, +but lashes and ill language? Man, the two legged Tiger man, is the most +ungrateful of beasts.” + + [ Illustration: The Deer] + + [ Illustration: The Boys and the Mule] + +Then the Judge recapitulated the evidence, which appeared too clear to +admit of a doubt, that the poor Ox was pricked and beaten in a most +inhuman manner, by the drover, and that being driven to desperation by +the cruel treatment, he turned suddenly round, and gored the hardhearted +drover. Upon which, the Jury returned a _Verdict of Manslaughter_, and +the Judge _Fined him a Blade of Grass_, ordered him to be _Imprisoned an +Hour_, and then _Discharged him_, amid general acclamations. + + [ Illustration: The Sheep] + + [ Illustration: The Cock] + +Upon which, the Cock clapped his wings, and crowed applause to the +verdict; and the spectators departed, perfectly satisfied with the +sentence. + + + THE END. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + THE FOLLOWING BOOKS, + + and many others, + + _Are Printed and Sold by_ + + J. G. 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This is of the greatest importance, and the success of +your work depends largely upon the judgment used in selecting the time to +begin. + +Enthusiasm is necessary but do not be too impetuous for many a failure +has come from rushing ahead while yet conditions are too cold and many a +Hope Vine has been killed by a late frost. + +If you have started your work indoors do not be in too great haste to +set out; young plants need a great deal of warmth and attention and can +stand extremely high temperature, while very little cold is apt to be +fatal. + +In Hearticulture so much depends on—whether? + +[Illustration: O. Herford + +John Cecil Clay] + +[Illustration] + + + + +JANUARY + + +[Illustration: _Acquarius_] + +The Water-bearer + +[Illustration: SPRING WATER] + +THE WATER-MAN + + When I consider how I spent my days, + And mind me of the reckless race I ran, + I am resolved that I will mend my ways, + And swear henceforth to be a Water-man. + +[Illustration: PLEDGE] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +JANUARY + +General depression, caused by Brain-storms of December. This is succeeded +by a wave of Good Resolutions, accompanied by a general downpour of Ice +Water. The cold wave may be counted upon to pass quickly, being followed +by brighter days and a Rising Glass. + +[Illustration] + + + + +FEBRUARY + + +[Illustration: _Pisces_] + +The Fishes + +[Illustration] + +THE FISHES + + Now forth to fish goes good Saint Valentine, + And baits his gentle hook with tender wishes, + Cupid has lent his bow for rod and line. + Alas! Our time has come—we are the fishes. + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +FEBRUARY + +Generally frigid airs, varied by storms and melting spells, with +changing temperature until the Fourteenth, when a soft wave will sweep +over the country accompanied by sentimental Mail Storms, resulting in a +general rise of temperament and a happier atmosphere. Husbandmen who are +cultivating matrimony will be much troubled through this month by the +squally nights. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MARCH + + +[Illustration: _Aries_] + +The Ram + +[Illustration] + +THE RAM + + The wind is like to a Rampageous Ram, + That rushes to and fro and round about. + I speed my parting hat with futile damn, + As my umbrella turneth inside out. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +MARCH + +Marked coldness, followed by windy sighs, culminating in stormy bluster. +Alternate Frostiness and Melting. A depressing month and one to test the +intensity of the heart gardener. All but the hardiest plants must be +given extreme attention, and many gardeners, to avoid the danger of a +frost, sit up far into the night with their favorite plants during this +month. But at the best it is apt to be chilly and unpleasant going. The +month ends in calm, indifferent weather. + +[Illustration] + + + + +APRIL + + +[Illustration: _Taurus_] + +The Bull + +[Illustration] + +THE BULL + + Thro’ melting clouds the ever-gaining Sun + Predicts a rise in Summer’s stock to-day. + The Bears of Winter now are on the run, + The Bull of Spring o’er April’s Bourse holds sway. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +APRIL + +Less cold but very changeable. Brief intervals of smiling weather, +succeeded by frowning clouds and petulant showers. Sudden storms, +accompanied by floods of tears, which dry rapidly as warmer feeling +prevails. The first Spring Hats begin to come out and the mewing of Pussy +Willow is heard in the land. The month will end with soft, engaging +weather. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MAY + + +[Illustration: _Gemini_] + +The Twins + +[Illustration] + +THE TWINS + + Winter the Dotard, fool’d by April’s tears, + Is fain to linger in the lap of Spring, + When, with her tall twin brothers, May appears, + And bids him have no thought of such a thing. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +MAY + +Small birds will begin house-hunting and set the fashion by choosing +mates. Soft airs prevail and the skies are rosy. The first leaflets of +Spring poetry begin to come out. Occasional warm showers, melting hearts +and budding friendships. A few sharp storms, followed by bright making-up +weather. + +[Illustration] + + + + +JUNE + + +[Illustration: _Cancer_] + +The Crab + +[Illustration] + +THE CRAB + + Since it is written “Crabbed Age and Youth + Cannot together live,” now strange to tell, + The crusty Crab for love of June’s sweet tooth + Lays down his life and doffs his armored shell. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +JUNE + +Depression in heart areas, relieved by brief storms which clear the air. +A wave of tenderness over all the heart regions, followed by a general +warm feeling and the glad ringing of church bells. If you are going +to cultivate Matrimony this year, now is the time to begin. Flowery +sentiments abound. Increasing warmth produces an atmosphere charged with +restlessness in the thickly peopled heart centres. Unsettled weather and +clouds, melting away in epistolary showers. + +[Illustration] + + + + +JULY + + +[Illustration: _Leo_] + +The Lion + +[Illustration] + +THE LION + + See how the Lion rages in July + And shakes his mane and walketh up and down, + And roars for hunger. Shall I tell you why? + The folk who feed him all are out of town. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +JULY + +General seaward movement in the air, followed by ocean breezes and +heavily charged Hotel Atmosphere. Waves of hot air, principally on the +beaches and hotel piazzas. Engaging weather everywhere, with intervals +of changeableness. Cooler airs and tempermentary depression, which are +followed by clearing skies and renewed warm pressure. + +[Illustration] + + + + +AUGUST + + +[Illustration: _Virgo_] + +The Virgin + +[Illustration] + +THE VIRGIN + + Come maidens all, for grace or beauty known, + Behold your queen in virgin majesty— + The Summer Girl, who sits on August’s throne + And holds her court beside the laughing sea. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: _The Sands Of Time_] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +AUGUST + +Cupid’s Shooting Season is at its height. Steady weather. Bright skies +and continued prevalence of Hot Air. A few storms, violent, but of short +duration, and ending in still warmer conditions. Towards the end of the +month a slightly depressed atmosphere, but the month will end with a +sunlit sea and warm waves. The barometer will register very warm, close +weather, and many hearts hitherto unaffected will melt. Look out for +Moonstroke and Heartburn. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SEPTEMBER + + +[Illustration: _Libra_] + +The Scales + +[Illustration] + +THE SCALES + + Careful September doth exactly weigh, + Upon her balance, equal Night and Day; + But when I make my reckoning in the Fall + I find there is no “balance” there at all. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +SEPTEMBER + +Somewhat cooler feeling, and petulent storms more prevalent. Engaging +weather becomes unsettled and breaks up. General moistness, followed +by downpours, clearing up in some quarters, but generally cloudy and +depressed, and the landscape will wear a gloomy and lonely appearance. + +[Illustration] + + + + +OCTOBER + + +[Illustration: _Scorpio_] + +The Scorpion + +[Illustration] + +THE SCORPION + + ’Tis said the Scorpion, when hemmed in by Fire, + Mocking the flames, will do herself to death. + So Summer dying smiles upon her pyre + Of maples fanned to flame by Autumn’s breath. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +OCTOBER + +Slight return of warmer conditions but varying and unreliable. End of the +month chilly. The first frost. The leaves of the Time Table begin to turn +rapidly. This may be taken as a sign of a change and is followed by a +return to a dense, high pressure atmosphere. + +[Illustration] + + + + +NOVEMBER + + +[Illustration: Sagittarius] + +The Archer + +[Illustration] + +THE ARCHER + + I hear the singing of his cyprus bow + As comes the Archer down the lonely ways, + Through my sad heart his mournful arrows go, + Winged with the memories of Summer days. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: _Gone!_] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +NOVEMBER + +Dull feeling in the air. Unpleasant underfoot for Hearts. Dark, cloudy +outlook, with small hope of clearing up. Heavy rain of bills, followed by +many terrible male storms. Weather brightens slightly, but stuffy towards +Thanksgiving. High winds follow, caused by everyone complaining at once +about the weather. + +[Illustration] + + + + +DECEMBER + + +[Illustration: _Capricorn_] + +The Goat + +[Illustration] + +THE GOAT + + Frolic of foot yet bearded like a sage, + The Goat may stand for Jovial Old Age. + His horns are horns of plenty and good cheer, + He is the jolly MASCOT of the year. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: Pattern of a nice Christmas present for a young man + +A good pattern for making up at any time] + +CUPID’S FORECAST + +DECEMBER + +Brighter. Very cold for those outside, but warm on the inside, where +there is a tendency to Hot Air. The cheerful sounds of Kissing Larks are +heard under the mistletoe branches. Bracing weather everywhere. Excellent +for skates, and good slaying for Cupid. About the 25th of the month a +terrific shower of gifts and good wishes may be looked for. The month +will end in violent Brain Storms. + +[Illustration] + + + + +ADDENDA + +[Illustration] + + +NOTE + +For many years the question has been much discussed as to the value, to +Hearticulturists, of Moonlight as a plant food. + +From our own experiments we have found it of the greatest help and a +decided stimulant to the Engagement Vines; the Proposal Plant invariably, +although seemingly on the point of bursting into flower, defers its +blossoming until a moonlight night; while our Hammock Vines have lost +half their sweetness when Moonlight has not been supplied them. On the +other hand, our Porch Climbers have not done so well with Moonlight. + + +TIDES + +Their are two kinds of Tides, the Tied and the Untied. Most of the Tied +would rather be Untied and all of the Untied want to be Tied—and they +will. (This is life.) + +All through the Spring months the Untied will be very active, in fact, +until the full of the late June Moon, known as the “Honeymoon,” after +which time a tremendous increase may be noticed in the Tieds. This is +often spoken of as “the Swell of the Tied.” + +Through the summer months the Tieds will run smoothly (often because they +are far apart). + +With Fall, however, many Tieds will be again united and it will be cold +and squally and there will be very large bill owes and storms. + +But through it all the dear old Gulp Stream will ever flow merrily on, +dispensing Warmth, Good Cheer and Forgetfulness. + +Some famous Tiedal waves have been: + + Brigham Young + Venus + Blue Beard + Solomon + + +RESOLUTIONS _for the_ ENSUING YEAR + + _Resolved_: __________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + ______________________________________________ + + _Above resolution broken_: + + _Date_: + + ______________________________________________ + + O, WELL! + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56206.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56206.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..025b5db02fe3d2ba47c4c7c389f09e536fd0f1ba --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56206.txt @@ -0,0 +1,248 @@ + + +[Illustration: Cover art] + + + + +[Frontispiece: (starfish)] + + + + + My Book of + Ten Fishes + + _by_ + + Rosalie G. Mendel + + Author of Spark Series, + "My Book of Ten + Fishes," etc. + + + + ILLUSTRATED BY + HAZEL FRAZEE + + + Whitman Publishing Co. + Racine, Wisconsin. + + + + + Copyright 1916 + WHITMAN PUBLISHING COMPANY + + + + +BY THE STAR FISH + +Do you know why I am called a "Star Fish?" It is because I am shaped +like a star. I am the star of the sea. + +My five large, thick arms point in different directions. On the end of +each one is a red spot. Those are my eyes. My body is covered with +little spine-like prickles. On the under side of my body, near the +center, is my mouth. + +My favorite foods are oysters and clams. When I want my dinner I bend +my arms, or rays, to form a cup. I catch food with the hundreds of +little suckers that are on the under side of my body. + + + + +BY THE SALMON + +Did you ever go fishing? Did you ever catch a Salmon? I doubt it. It +takes a mighty sharp fisherman to catch me. + +I am called "the king of the fresh water fish." I am the most valuable +and delicate of all fish. My flavor is excellent and I have few +troublesome bones. + +My home is in the sea. But in the autumn of the year I leave it and +travel to the river where I was born. There I deposit eggs in the +shallow creeks. The eggs remain there until the next spring. Then +they are hatched into baby salmons. + +[Illustration: (salmon)] + +These children remain for two years in the river. Then, in the third +spring, they seek the cool waters of the sea. + +Often, on my journey from the sea to my birthplace, I come to roaring +waterfalls. To reach the top of these is hard and dangerous. But I am +never afraid. I curl my body so that my tail almost reaches my mouth. +Then I give an upward spring. Sometimes I fail, but if I do I try +again. Did you ever see a picture of a "salmon leap?" + + + + +BY THE LOBSTER + +You have eaten lobsters, haven't you? If not, I am sorry for you, +because I am considered a very fine-tasting sea food. + +When a lobster is brought to the dinner table it is a bright red. But +when it swims in the ocean, before it is boiled, its shell is very +dark, almost black. + +Mother Nature furnished me with a hard shell made of lime. This +protects my soft body from my enemies. This shell fits me as tightly +as your Sunday kid glove fits you. When my body grows too large for +it, I get ready for a new one. I hide myself from everyone. I stop +eating and so get thinner. My body shrinks away from my shell. It +splits and comes off. Then a new one at once begins to cover me. At +first it is very soft, but it soon gets as hard as my other one. The +old shell comes off in one piece. If you saw it lying on the sand you +would think it a live lobster. + +Snap! Snap! See my two pinchers! Look out or I might bite you! +Snap! Snap! + +[Illustration: (lobster)] + + + + +BY THE SHARK + +I am a shark! I am called "the tiger of the ocean," because I am so +large, strong and terrible. I eat human flesh. + +[Illustration: (shark)] + +I guess I am not very good to look at. They say my mouth has a +horrible, mean expression. I am about thirty feet long! + +I have six rows of strong, sharp-pointed teeth--sharper than any knife +you ever had. I can raise or lower these as I wish. + +Most fish, when they drop their eggs, forget all about them. But I +love and take care of my young ones. + + + + +BY THE CRAB + +People say I am a quarrelsome creature. That is why cross persons are +called "crabby." But I won't ever quarrel with you, little one. + +I am a first cousin of the lobster. I have a soft body protected with +a hard shell. When I grow too big I throw it off and then I get a new +one, just like Mr. Lobster does. + +I have five pairs of legs. Poor child, you have only one pair. I walk +sideways. In walking I use the legs on one side of my body to push +with and those on the other side to pull with. My short tail I carry +folded under my body. See my two strong pairs of nippers! With these +pinchers I defend myself from my enemies. I wouldn't hurt you, though. + +Oysters and other small sea animals often attach themselves to my shell +and stay there a long time. + +Men catch us crabs in wicker pots that are sunk deep in the water. In +each is placed some bait. + +Are you a "crabby" little person? I hope not. + +[Illustration: (crab)] + + + + +BY THE WHALE + +"That she blows! Thar she blows!" That is what the sailors cry when +they see me spout air and water out of the holes in the top part of my +head. Sometimes I spout water 60 or 70 feet high. + +I am a Right or Greenland whale. I live in the cold north seas. +Underneath my skin are layers of fat called "blubber," that keep my +body warm. From this blubber men take large quantities of oil. It is +very valuable. Some whales give as much as 300 barrels of oil. Just +think of that! + +When I want my dinner I just open my mouth and collect thousands of +small fish. I have no real teeth, but in my upper jaw are fringed +plates known as "whale-bones." Maybe your mamma has sent you to the +store to buy whale-bone for her new dress. + +My cousin, the sperm whale, lives in the warm part of the ocean. Your +nice white candles are made from spermaceti. It is taken from the head +of the sperm whale. He also gives you "ambergris," out of which fine +perfume is made. + +The dolphin and the porpoise are smaller whale-like animals. They are +playful and affectionate. + +[Illustration: (whale)] + + + + +BY THE OYSTER + +Do you like oysters? I hope so. This is the oyster season. In the +summer months, when I am busy laying eggs I am not good to eat. We lay +about two million eggs each season. My children are full grown when +they are three years old. You are little more than a baby at that age. + +[Illustration: (oyster)] + +I am called "fashionable" because I am not cheap like herring. I am +considered quite a dainty. + +I have no head. I have no feet. I have no teeth. But I have a mouth. +My house is a hard shell made of two valves joined together by a hinge. + +Of course you know that pearls come from oysters. Often men risk their +lives in diving to the bottom of the ocean to get these precious gems. +Sharks are great enemies of the pearl divers. The mother of pearl is +the lining of the pearl oyster shell. Have any of you little chaps +knives with handles made of mother of pearl? + +Oh! I am an exciting fish, I am! Good night. Don't dream about me! + + + + +BY THE SARDINE + +We are called sardines because we are caught on the coast of a country +called Sardinia. + +[Illustration: (sardines)] + +We are considered beautiful, graceful little swimmers. Most of us are +about three or four inches long. Our color is bright green above and +silvery white below. We live in the deep sea and only come to the +surface to lay our eggs. + +Along the coasts where we are caught there are many sardine factories. +There they can us. + +Ask your mother to buy a box of sardines for supper tonight. Then tell +her all you know about us. + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's My Book of Ten Fishes, by Rosalie G. Mendel + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56270.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56270.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..82cbfec59e94d6512879c35f1a773c1cf707c107 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56270.txt @@ -0,0 +1,589 @@ + + + THE STORY OF NOAH’S ARK + + TOLD AND PICTURED BY E. BOYD SMITH + + HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY + + BOSTON AND NEW YORK + + [Illustration] + + + COPYRIGHT, 1905, by E. BOYD SMITH + + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + PUBLISHED NOVEMBER 1905 + + [Illustration] + + + + + LIST OF COLORED PLATES + + +PLATE + + 1. THE WARNING + + 2. BUILDING THE ARK + + 3. LABOR TROUBLES + + 4. PAINTING THE ARK + + 5-6. ASSEMBLING THE ANIMALS + + 7. GOING ON BOARD + + 8. CONFUSION + + 9-10. THE PROCESSION + + 11. THE DINOSAURS’ DILEMMA + + 12. THOSE WHO WOULD NOT + GO IN + + 13. TAKING IN SUPPLIES + + 14. WAITING FOR THE RAIN + + 15. THE RAIN + + 16. THE DELUGE + + 17. INSIDE THE ARK + + 18. LIFE AT SEA + + 19. HOMESICKNESS + + 20. STRAINED RELATIONS + + 21. THE RAVEN IS SENT OUT + + 22. RETURN OF THE DOVE + + 23. FIRST SIGHT OF LAND + + 24. LEAVING THE ARK + +25-26. THE RAINBOW + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE STORY OF NOAH’S ARK + + + + +1. THE WARNING + + +In the early days of the world lived the patriarch Noah, a good and +venerable man whose years already numbered six hundred. + +Now Noah was warned that a great flood was to come, which would pour +down from the clouds and drown the whole earth. He straightway told his +neighbors what was to happen, but they refused to believe, and scoffed +at him, and said: “Let it rain.” + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +2. BUILDING THE ARK + + +Then Noah went his way, and set to work to build him a great ship, to be +ready for the day of deluge. + +And he laid the keel in the pasture fields, among the daisies; while the +idlers came to look on and laugh at such folly--a ship for a rainy day! + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +3. LABOR TROUBLES + + +But Noah knew that he was right, and kept on. + +And the ship rose, but troubles arose too: for frequent and grievous +strikes delayed him, and his workmen clamored for more pay and stoned +those who would work. + +And Noah bargained with them, and started afresh; for he feared that the +rain might come before he was ready. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +4. PAINTING THE ARK + + +At last, after many days, the ship was finished. + +Then Noah tarred the inside and the outside, to keep it tight. And he +named it the Ark, and painted it with colors; for Noah was proud of his +work. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +5-6. ASSEMBLING THE ANIMALS + + +Then Noah went abroad and called together all the animals, by twos, and +told them that they must come into the Ark to be saved from the deluge. + +But they too doubted, and were slow to decide; for they feared to enter +the dark ship. + +And they grumbled, and said, “It may be but a shower.” + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +5-6. ASSEMBLING THE ANIMALS (_continued_) + + +And though Noah argued with them, and explained all the terrible +possibilities of the case, still they hesitated, and in their different +tongues and ways talked it over, and would not be hurried. + +Then Noah called them Stumbling Blocks. But even this did not move +them. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +7. GOING ON BOARD + + +And Noah was vexed, and left them, and began to drive his domestic +animals on board, hoping to set the others an example. + +And his sons--Shem, Ham, and Japheth--helped him, while he kept count. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +8. CONFUSION + + +Then new troubles began. For now the other beasts and birds, fearing to +be left behind, all tried to get in at once, and could not be +controlled. + +But they did not leave behind their dislikes and ancient feuds. For how +could the cats and the mice live together in peace, or how could the fox +and the geese agree? And the hounds and the hares? + +And quarrels and dissensions came into the Ark. And confusion reigned. + +And Noah lost count, and lost patience as well. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +9-10. THE PROCESSION + + +But after much trouble order was established; and the mighty procession, +once started, filed steadily in. + +And they came from far and near: a great host of beasts and birds and +creeping things: + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +9-10. THE PROCESSION (_continued_) + + +The big elephant and the polar bear, the giraffe and the striped tiger, +and the woolly bison of the west. + +And from the mountain and the jungle, the hill and the plain, came great +and small. + +And the earth trembled with their tread, while the sky was dark with +flapping wings. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +11. THE DINOSAURS’ DILEMMA + + +And then came even the huge dinosaurs, for in those days were mighty +beasts. But they were too big for the door, and could not squeeze in. + +Now Noah sorely regretted this miscalculation, but could find no way to +help it. + +And the dinosaurs, alas! had to be left behind. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +12. THOSE WHO WOULD NOT GO IN + + +But the mammoth and the mastodon, and the dinotherium, the palæotherium, +and the anoptherium, and the pterodactyl, and the archæopteryx,--and a +host of other strange beasts and birds with long Latin names,--refused +to go in at all, in spite of Noah’s warnings. + +All these of course were doomed to be lost, and become fossils, to be +put in museums with stones and labels. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +13. TAKING IN SUPPLIES + + +Then Noah took on board in plenty foods of every kind for men and +beasts. While the hungry animals inside complained that he should have +done this first instead of last. + +And then he took his wife and his sons’ wives into the Ark, though Mrs. +Noah was loath and rebelled: “For the domestic arrangements,” she said, +“are impossible.” + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +14. WAITING FOR THE RAIN + + +And now, all being at last ready, the sun still shone, and the rain did +not come. And they waited and waited. + +And the scoffers laughed and jeered, and called to Noah that it was +going to be a dry season. + +And Noah was sore perplexed, and marveled, though never doubting. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +15. THE RAIN + + +But at last the rain did come, and beat down upon the scoffers, and they +were wet. + +And Noah’s sons and their wives triumphed. And even the animals were +pleased. + +But Noah felt only sorrow for his stubborn neighbors, for he knew that +much more rain would fall. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +16. THE DELUGE + + +And then for forty days and forty nights it rained hard. And the clouds +were rent asunder. And a mighty deluge flooded the whole earth. And the +waters rose and covered the trees, and then the hills and mountains, +till no dry land might anywhere be seen. + +But the Ark was lifted up and floated safely away on a stormy sea. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +17. INSIDE THE ARK + + +Now inside the storm-tossed ship was much discomfort and grievous +trouble. And many even regretted that they had been saved. “For lo!” +they said, “nothing could be worse than this.” + +And Noah’s heart was heavy. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +18. LIFE AT SEA + + +But when the storm was passed and the good ship floated on an even keel, +they felt better and settled down to their new life. + +And the animals took a keen interest in the passenger list, to find +their own names, as passengers always do. + +And lazy days slipped quietly by; and the stout Ark drifted slowly on +her way. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +19. HOMESICKNESS + + +But alas, this could not last. For as the days dragged on and they found +themselves still shut up and afloat, they brooded and grew low in their +minds. + +And a great homesickness, and longing for a change of any kind, came +over them. And a wail of despair went up from the Ark. And the roof +leaked. And all was gloom. + +And life became a burden to the Noah family. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +20. STRAINED RELATIONS + + +And then patience and good temper deserted the Ark. + +And the animals fretted and quarreled, and there was riot and disorder, +and furious battle. + +And Noah’s task grew ever harder, and his load heavier to bear. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +21. THE RAVEN IS SENT OUT + + +Now Noah became desperate, and something had to be done; so he sent off +a raven to bring tidings from the outer world. + +But the raven, once free, had no thought of returning, and flew far +away, saying to himself: “Never again will I be caught in that trap.” + +And Noah waited for news, but none came. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +22. RETURN OF THE DOVE + + +Then, as matters grew worse. Noah sent forth a dove. “She is a gentle +bird and will surely come again to her home,” he thought. And the dove +did return, for she found only water, and no rest for her foot. + +Then Noah waited seven days and again sent her out. And she came back, +bringing in her beak a twig from the olive tree. + +And all welcomed her with joy, for now they knew that the waters were +falling. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +23. FIRST SIGHT OF LAND + + +Then Noah waited still another seven days, and again sent out the dove. +But this time she did not come back. + +And Noah climbed to his skylight, and lifted it up, and looked out. + +And behold the earth had risen from the waters, still damp, but yet +solid earth. + +And Noah passed along the good word. And in the Ark was great +excitement, and hope revived. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +24. LEAVING THE ARK + + +And soon the good ship thumped and bumped, and struck bottom. And though +she landed at an uncomfortable angle, on a mountain top, they knew that +at last the great cruise was ended. + +And Noah opened the door, and let down the gang-plank. + +And beasts and birds surged out on the desolate rock; and though the mud +was thick and heavy, some found it to their liking, and all preferred it +to the ship. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +25-26. THE RAINBOW + + +Now the sun again arose, and sucked up the dampness from the earth. + +And a bright rainbow was set in the sky, as a sign that nevermore would +a flood cover the whole earth. + +Then Spring burst forth, with all its glory and promise. And a new world +began. And all was life and joy. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +25-26. THE RAINBOW (_continued_) + + +And Noah bade the beasts and birds go forth and seek new homes. And they +scattered in every direction to begin life afresh; while Noah’s wife +murmured “good riddance,” and vowed that she would never go to sea +again. + +Then Noah gladly rested from his labors. + +And this is the end of the story of Noah’s Ark. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of Noah's Ark, by E. Boyd Smith + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56336.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56336.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e9cfbf03ec59a7a17f8be72430e2a5ec799d9853 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56336.txt @@ -0,0 +1,385 @@ + + + + + +Produced by MWS and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + +Transcriber’s Note: A warning to the reader. The toys depicted in +this catalogue are, for the most part, outdated and offensive racial +stereotypes. + + + + + THE + AUTOMATIC TOY WORKS + + MANUFACTURERS OF + THE BEST NOVELTIES + IN + Mechanical and other Toys + UNDER LETTERS PATENT. + + No. 20 College Place, + (CORNER PARK PLACE,) + NEW YORK CITY, + U. S. A. + + Lockwood & Crawford, Stationers, 59 Pine Street, New York. + + + + +TO THE TRADE. + +SPRING, 1882. + + +We present this revised and enlarged edition of our Illustrated Catalogue +to the Trade, confidently believing that it will be of service in the +selection of MECHANICAL TOYS and NOVELTIES which have gained so great +favor and are now so popular in this country and abroad. In style, finish +and dress of our figures, we have made very many improvements and have +added several new kinds to our list. In the partiality which has been +universally shown in favor of our Toys, and the constantly increasing +demand for them, we find an incentive to more than sustain their +reputation in the future. + +The Toys represented in this Catalogue are all mechanical and are set in +motion, on being wound up, by patent movements. + +Each Toy is packed in a substantial wooden box, and will be sent, +postpaid, to any address on receipt of price, where our goods are not +found with dealers. + +Discount rates sent to the trade on application. + + AUTOMATIC TOY WORKS, + 20 College Place, + NEW YORK CITY, U. S. A. + + + + +The Mechanical Bear. + + +[Illustration] + +This wonderful toy imitates the movements of a bear, by means of +clock-work, in the most life-like manner. The bear rises up on its hind +legs, turns its head from side to side, growls, moves its paws, and +snaps its jaws together. At intervals it gets down on its fore-paws and +goes through similar motions. It runs a long time, and while going it is +difficult to believe it is not alive. It is elegantly made, and covered +with fine fur. The mechanism is so strong and perfect, that only the +greatest abuse can put it out of order. It amuses old as well as young, +and is exceedingly attractive for a show window. It is conceded to be one +of the most ingenious toys ever invented, on account of its variety of +motion and resemblance to nature. Made in black and white fur. + + _Price, $4.25._ + + + + +THE + +Mechanical Sewing-Machine Girl + +THE DELIGHT OF ALL GIRLS.—A CHARMING TOY, AND BEAUTIFULLY FINISHED + + +[Illustration] + +A little girl is seated at a cabinet sewing-machine. On winding up the +mechanism her feet begin to work the treadle, and the sewing-machine +begins to sew rapidly; she leans forward, puts the work in position, +watches it, occasionally rising up and bringing the work up to examine +it. These movements are repeated for a long time. The little figure is +elegantly dressed in the latest fashion. It combines the attractiveness +of a beautiful French doll with the interest of life-like motion. + + _Price, $3.50._ + + + + +Old Uncle Tom, + +THE COLORED FIDDLER. + + +[Illustration] + +We consider this toy one of the most comically quaint of anything yet +made. When seen in motion, laughter is irresistible. The old fellow +commences the performance by slowly rocking backward and forward, as if +debating what he should play, then suddenly he strikes his “favorite,” +and rolling his head from side to side, fiddles in an ecstacy of +enjoyment. Funny as it is, there is something almost pathetic in it, too. +This toy is well and carefully made, and with ordinary care will last for +years. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +The Celebrated Negro Preacher. + + +[Illustration] + +He stands behind a desk, and slowly straightening himself up, turns his +head from side to side and gestures vigorously with his arm. As he warms +to his work, he leans forward over the pulpit, and shakes his head and +hand at the audience, and vigorously thumps the desk. The motions are +so life-like and comical that one almost believes that he is actually +speaking. The face and dress alone provoke irresistible laughter. He +preaches as long as any preacher ought to, and stops when he gets through. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +Our New Clergyman. + +BRUDDER GARDNER. + + +[Illustration] + +The description on the opposite page applies to this brudder also. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +Old Aunt Chloe, + +THE NEGRO WASHERWOMAN. + + +[Illustration] + +Old Aunt Chloe demonstrates that happiness may be found in a wash tub as +well as in a palace. She is faithful at her toil, and we commend her to +our young ladies as an artist of no mean pretentions, after whom they may +pattern if they choose to revive and become proficient in one of the lost +accomplishments. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +The Old Nurse. + + +[Illustration] + +This mechanical toy is made to imitate an old negro nurse with a child. +Her motions are as natural as life. She holds the child in her hands and +when the mechanism is started, (by being wound) she leans backward and +forward tossing the child up and down in a most surprising manner. This +is a very pleasing toy for children and is very popular. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +Fing Wing, + +A MELICAN MAN. + + +[Illustration] + +This image, with its shaven head, long queue and quaint looking dress, +gives a striking and life-like picture of a Chinese Laundryman. When at +work, he bends over the tub, and rubs the garment which he holds in his +hands with a naturalness so perfect he might easily be mistaken for a +real Celestial. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +Ah-Sin. + +“THE HEATHEN CHINESE.” + + +[Illustration] + +This piece is similar to the Laundryman represented on the opposite +page. It shows Ah-Sin with a smoothing iron, putting the polish upon a +gentleman’s linen. The mechanism of these novelties is so perfectly made, +that only the greatest abuse can put them out of order. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +The Coaster. + + +[Illustration] + +A simple and attractive toy for small boys. Represents a colored boy on +his sled, which, by means of a mechanical movement, when wound up, goes +skimming along in a direct line, or in circles, according to the setting +of a steering apparatus, attached to the rear of the sled. Nicely packed +in a neat wooden box. + + _Price, $1.00._ + + + + +The Drummer Boy. + + +[Illustration] + +This is also an attractive piece for small boys. It consists of a +three-wheeled carriage, which supports the figure of a little man with +cymbals and drum, which are alternately struck and beaten as the wheels +revolve by propulsion. + + _Price, $1.00._ + + + + +The Scissors Grinder. + + +[Illustration] + +A QUAINT AND AMUSING TOY. + +A man grinding scissors. When wound up he holds his scissors against the +rapidly revolving stone, at the same time working the treadle with his +leg. He stoops over his work, at intervals straightens up, and examines +the scissors. It is very entertaining. + + _Price, $2.00._ + + + + +The Woman’s Rights Advocate. + + +[Illustration] + +In presenting this advocate to the public, and remembering with +satisfaction the cordial reception our sterner suffragists and preachers +have received, and believing in every respect she is their equal, we +shall hope to receive as many calls for her. This woman will not insist +upon the last word. Societies supplied with advocates on short notice. + + _Price, $2.50._ + + + + +The Artist at his Work. + + +[Illustration] + +This figure represents an artist in his studio in an effort to surpass +Raphael. He is dressed in his morning gown and smoking cap, and appears +to be very much engaged with his painting. He surveys, in different +lights, his incompleted work of art, which rests on a small easel, +and then commences to paint with all the confidence of one of the old +masters. This is a deservedly popular toy. + + _Price, $3.00._ + + + + +Grandmother Rocking Cradle. + + +[Illustration] + +This domestic picture is perfect in miniature. No grandmother, with +all her experience, ever rocked a cradle more naturally or with more +tranquilizing effect. While she rocks the cradle with her foot, with one +hand she fans the infant sleeper, and with the other hand wipes her face +with the handkerchief, and occasionally turns her head and views the +situation with approval. + +This is a combination of the toys most coveted by little girls. + + _Price, $3.50._ + + + + +The Italian Organ Grinder. + + +[Illustration] + +This devotee of classical music discourses several popular airs, in +perfect imitation of his larger brethren. While turning the crank he +occasionally shakes his head at the monkey which dances upon the organ, +and frequently passes his little cap for contributions. The musical +instrument is of the best Swiss manufacture. + + _Price, $6.00._ + + + + +A Wonderful Creeping Baby. + +THE BEST DOLL EVER MADE. + + +[Illustration] + +This unique toy, when wound up, creeps and imitates the movements of a +baby in the most natural manner, moving its hands and feet alternately +as it passes along, and as it occasionally turns its face towards the +spectator, the resemblance to life is almost startling. Delights and +pleases both old and young. Durably and elegantly made. Each doll is +carefully packed in a substantial wooden box. Parents and friends of +little girls send for one of these delightful dolls. + + _Price, $5.00._ + + + + +It is the aim of the AUTOMATIC TOY WORKS to excel all other manufacturers +in Artistic Designs, Strength and Durability of Construction and Elegance +of Finish. + +Foremost in the field with new novelties. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56538.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56538.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9949b809f262b4fb495bba87aac97e0bf849eb3e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56538.txt @@ -0,0 +1,476 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by MFR, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made +available by Internet Archive (https://archive.org) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 56538-h.htm or 56538-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/56538/pg56538-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/56538/56538-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/naughtymanorsirt00blis + + +Transcriber’s note: + + Text in italics is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. + + + + + + [Illustration: PRICE, TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. + + The Naughty Man; + + or + + SIR THOMAS BROWN + + LOVE, COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE + + A POETICAL SATIRE, + + BY + + OCTAVIUS. + + NEWARK, N. J.: + F. C. BLISS & CO., PUBLISHERS.] + + +THE NAUGHTY MAN; +OR, +SIR THOMAS BROWN. + +Love, Courtship and Marriage in High Life. + +A Poetical Satire, + +by + +OCTAVIUS. + + + + + + +Newark, N. J.: +F. C. Bliss & Co., Publishers. +1878. + +Copyright, 1878, by F. C. Bliss & Co. + + + + +THE NAUGHTY MAN; + +OR, + +SIR THOMAS BROWN. + + +I. + + Lessons we learn from what we daily see + Of good or evil, if philosophy, + Based on those great _First Truths_, will hold the mind + Within its limits--happiness to find. + Those great _First Truths_ will teach the human soul + That the equator lies not at the pole, + That man before his own nose cannot walk, + That man without his palate cannot talk; + That gravitation tends not to the sky, + But to Earth’s center, should he try to fly. + + [Illustration] + + +II. + + Much of delusion mixed with truth we find, + Strange whims, and twinings in the human mind: + + [Illustration] + + Delusions, fictions, foibles, glittering lies, + Frescoed with truth, seem real as the skies. + At the same table, sitting side by side, + Oft we do see Humility and Pride, + Wit, Genius, Learning, the great man of law, + In social converse with the man of straw. + Extremes oft meet around the festive board, + An honest beggar and a thieving lord; + Jew, Gentile, Greek, will with the Christian sit, + Say grace, or not--it matters not a whit; + They pass the time most pleasantly away, + But cheat each other on the coming day. + The rich, the poor, the freeman and the slave, + The noble monarch and the princely knave, + Are onward floating with the ebbing tide + Down the great stream of life--on every side + Dangers beset--on the storm-beaten coast + Are wreck’d together--in the grave are lost. + + +III. + + If life is but gas, as some _savants_ say, + Or caused by some general harmony, + Or principle inherent in the blood, + Or blood is life itself, as Hunter prov’d, + What matters it? Doctors may disagree + On subjects which concern not you or me. + Most foolish things wise men have oft conceived; + More foolish should we seem if we believed + Their theories; for instance, they did plan + A lofty tower, thus to enable man + To clamber into Heaven. This “Babel” + Seems to us unreal as a fable. + But other “Babels” on the social stage + Men oft have rear’d, e’en in their hoary age, + Thinking therein true happiness to find, + Sharing its joys with some congenial mind. + If love, hope, courage, bind their hearts within, + What care they for their neighbors, kith, or kin? + + +IV. + + Once on a time, not many days ago, + When many taught there was no hell below, + Not in the spring, or lovely month of May, + When birds did sweetly sing, and fields look’d gay, + When flowers were fresh, and opening buds were fair, + When brides look’d lovely--blossoms in their hair; + Oh, no! ’twas the last day of dying year, + A raw, cold winter’s day, frosty and clear; + What then took place, permit me to rehearse, + Not in stale prose, but in more lively verse; + And if, perchance, to make complete a rhyme, + Or try to make a jingling couplet chime, + I should speak boldly--but, of course, sincere-- + Don’t think the truth I utter too severe; + And do not say--“thou little groveling elf, + Turn thine eyes inward--look upon thyself.” + Most flattering words from eager lips may fly, + But shall I pause to harmonize a lie? + If, with my pen, I use most comic art, + To ’mend the manners, or reform the heart, + Don’t think I do it out of any spite; + Surely! I would not libel one, a mite. + I use fictitious names--the facts I give + In a mild form, to save the sensitive. + + +V. + + In the great city Gotham, near the sea, + Where Queen Fashion rul’d the aristocracy, + Lived the proud millionnaire, Sir Thomas Brown, + With riches enough to purchase a crown; + He had sons, and daughters settled in life, + He was a widower, having no wife, + True! he was old, being now eighty-three, + But managed to get down to breakfast, and tea, + His eyesight grown dim, and shaky his hand, + Of course--needed help to button a band, + + [Illustration] + + In making his toilet--now, pray don’t stare-- + He wanted some one to comb out his hair, + To brush his new teeth--put on his collar, + To dust off his clothes, and things that follow. + ’Tis true! it gave all the children pleasure, + To dust, brush and scrub him without measure. + Now this ancient relic of ages past, + This human caricature, worthy of Nast, + This feeble old man, one foot in the grave, + Inspir’d by Cupid, at once became brave. + So he hobbled around, seeking for Ruth, + And found her a widow, blooming in youth. + A widow! ah, yes! now that was a fact, + Possessing much good sense in the abstract; + Sir Thomas was human! why then complain? + We are all human, in sunshine or rain. + + +VI. + + But who was Ruth? methinks I hear you say. + I’ll answer in mine own peculiar way: + Her eyes were sparkling--as brilliant and bright + As glittering stars in a clear frosty night, + + [Illustration] + + Her head was bedecked with beautiful hair, + Her teeth well preserved--her complexion fair, + With a smiling face--lips red as a cherry, + She would laugh, sing, and chat, ever make merry; + A leader of fashions, lively and gay, + She turned day into night--night into day; + Most fully developed, with full rounded arms, + No wonder frail men were struck with her charms; + In London, Paris, on Italia’s soil, + She played all her games according to Hoyle, + She homage received from men of all ranks, + Returned them no love--but simply her thanks. + A pure, spotless virgin, true! she was not, + But a superb widow! without a spot + Or blemish to mar; a Venus in form; + No wonder she took her lovers by storm. + + +VII. + + Now this human fossil, Sir Thomas Brown, + Considered by some a fool, or a clown, + By others--’mong whom, his children we name-- + As “_non compos mentis_,” being the same + As out of his head, or out of his mind, + No matter which, for in love we are blind, + Having met Mrs. Ruth as stated before, + He began at once to love and adore. + “Just the thing,” quoth he, “for one of my age. + Though friends may laugh and children may rage, + I’ll offer my wealth, my heart and my name. + If she but accepts, a nice little game + We’ll play upon all; in secret we’ll wed, + Regardless of others--no matter what’s said.” + Strange things have happened, stranger to relate, + How she, this buxom widow, as by fate, + Selected this old man to be her mate. + If Cupid does go with bows and arrows, + If Venus does keep her coach and sparrows + As some poets say, while others quibble.-- + Surely! these things help to explain the riddle. + Not he who cannot love, but he who can, + Shows the kind heart, and proves himself a man. + + +VIII. + + I need not tell how this Sir Thomas Brown, + Made love to this lady of great renown, + And offer’d this sweet and beautiful dame + In accents most tender, his heart and name; + How he was accepted, and on said day-- + The last of the year, he led her away + To the Altar--the twain became one, + In spite of his children, daughter and son. + ’Twas nicely arranged, ’twas secretly planned-- + The bride--she looked sweet, the groom--he looked bland. + No maids, no groomsmen attended them there, + The Priest tied the knot with his usual care. + Now married--they went at once to her home, + For she lived in style, and almost alone, + With servants, ’tis true--perhaps half-a-score, + Including the one who guarded the door; + And there for weeks, they in quiet remained, + For seeking seclusion, cannot be blamed, + He, now being blessed with a charming wife, + She, to his comfort devoting her life; + They laughed, and joked, and cut their capers, + As they read together the morning papers. + + +IX. + + These papers, of course, were filled with the fun-- + The _Tribune_, the _World_, the _Times_ and the _Sun_, + Each gave to the facts a different hue, + And each one proclaimed its own statement true; + Their big black bulletins chalked o’er in white, + Gave all the _latest news_ from morn till night; + Ofttimes, ’tis true, they made a huge blunder-- + _They must sell their papers--’tis no wonder!_ + Plaster and whitewash is the stuff they use-- + The pen is but a trowel to abuse. + But why complain? at least ’tis unavailing; + Why, such mistakes are but reporter’s failing; + If they won’t fib what bounty can they crave? + We pay for what we want--not what we have. + + +X. + + Like whirlwinds disturbing a night’s repose, + Came whispered breathings; then loud cries arose, + Some boldly cursed this matrimonial life, + Some cursed the old man, and some cursed the wife. + As ancient Hero’s are renown’d in song + For rescuing virtue from the oppressor’s wrong, + + [Illustration] + + So let these stand on the historic page + As the great living bombasts of the age; + In the great sermons they do daily preach, + In the great lessons they do daily teach, + They ring the faults of others--not their own, + They growl and snarl like a dog with his bone; + They villify others--glorify self, + Ofttimes they do it for mere worldly pelf; + They weep and groan with apparent sorrow, + At things they will do themselves on the morrow. + Like crested snake in Afric’s sunny vales, + Which shifts its skin, throws off its tarnished scales, + So will they change their colors--seem more young, + But carry poisonous venom in each tongue. + + +XI. + + The nearest of kin and expectant heirs, + Still hoping to hold the estate as theirs + By hook or crook--it mattered not how-- + Before the golden-calf ready to bow, + At once they declared the “old man” insane, + That the widow had acted simply for gain-- + A clear case of fraud! she took him by stealth, + Expecting thereby to seize his great wealth; + A “_particeps criminis_,” so they said-- + A divorce must be had from board and bed. + They rushed into law, deep vengeance they swore, + Produced affidavits--a dozen or more; + Applied for a _Writ,_ which you well know + Is called “_De Lunatico Inquirendo_,” + But how to serve it--that was the question; + They could not get into the lady’s mansion, + For the color’d porter at window stood, + With a shining face, in a laughing mood, + And to the question, “Is Mr. Brown at home?” + Would reply, “Mr. and Misses are gone + On a southern tour;” then, with twinkling eye, + Would smilingly add, “They’ll be home by and by.” + + +XII. + + But the _Writ_ was served by an authorized mode-- + Not “personal,” but as prescribed by the “Code;” + Commissioners appointed, one, two and three, + In matters _ex-parte_ must surely agree. + But now he displayed both wisdom and pluck, + His head was all right, and so was his luck; + Sir Thomas appeared in a legalized way, + By Counsel appeared, and presented a “_Stay_,” + An “_Order of Court_,” which all must abide, + The first step to set all proceedings aside. + He said to his lawyer, a man of renown, + “I’ll show them I’m neither a fool or a clown. + They swore I was crazy, and out of my mind, + An old dotard they called me--lame, halt, and blind; + They shall take it all back! a stroke of my pen + Shall force them to cry out Amen! and Amen! + Having conquered thus far, possessing my wife, + I’ll heal up old sores--prevent further strife; + Matters now doubtful, shall by law be made plain, + My children no longer shall curse, or complain. + So sit down at once--do all in your power, + To have this my ‘_Last Will_’ complete in an hour; + The words I will dictate to you, my dear friend, + Your wisdom and judgment, I trust, will commend.” + + +XIII. + + LAST WILL and TESTAMENT of Sir Thomas Brown, + Signed, witnessed, and sealed--it was all written down + + [Illustration] + + By his dear friend, the lawyer of great renown. + ’Mong his sons, who had boldly pronounced him insane; + ’Mong his daughters, who called him foolish and vain; + ’Mong his heirs, who greatly embittered the strife + By coarsely defaming his beautiful wife; + He gave, and bequeathed (calling each one by name), + In trust--nevertheless, for the use of the same, + Nearly all of his wealth, and princely estate. + How much was reserved, it is needless to state. + Unselfish act! Such acts are never seen + Performed by men controll’d by hate, or spleen, + Which, like the adder’s venom--viper’s breath-- + Are but the obnoxious messengers of death. + Unselfish act! And that stroke of his pen, + Forced his children to cry Amen! and Amen; + Admit he was sane when he made his _Last Will_, + If then he was sane, he must be so still, + And if so still--for a moment, consider, + Was he not sane when he married the widow? + Respecting his wife, who took him by stealth, + As some boldly say, to obtain his great wealth, + How comes it, pray tell me, that in the same hour + He signed the Will, she relinquished her Dower? + His head always level, her heart always true, + Let us wish them God-speed, and bid them adieu. + + +XIV. + + Things are somewhat reversed, when wisdom and age + Are counted as nothing--as fools on the stage; + If a man wants to marry--strange as it seems-- + Must he ask his dear children, still in their teens? + Must he say to them, “_Children, please, may I marry?_” + And if they refuse, should he raise the Old Harry? + + [Illustration] + + If a widow would marry--sometimes the case-- + Must she call in the neighbors as a preface, + And ask their consent that she wed Mr. Brown, + Or be laughed at--defamed, throughout the town? + We will not attempt at this time to relate, + The dangers attending the marital state-- + + [Illustration] + + A good loving husband, with a virtuous wife + Of course, will augment all the joys of life; + From this stated axiom we cannot fly, + For this self-evident truth, is not a lie. + If Wedlock’s a lottery, as some maintain, + Then some will be losers, and some will gain; + If trusting to fate, or trusting to chance, + Powerless to act, as in nightmare or trance-- + You marry a rake, or marry a shrew, + The blame must be laid, as it should be, on you, + For he is a fool deserving of pains, + Who marries without consulting his brains; + The brains and heart must work together, + If you would sail through life in cloudless weather. + + + + + * * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber’s note: + + Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. + + Archaic spelling that may have been in use at the time of + publication has been retained. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56697.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56697.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..fe12361e213c505dc32b7c2e7c926c232cc72cdb --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56697.txt @@ -0,0 +1,399 @@ + + + +E-text prepared by Richard Tonsing, David Edwards, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images +generously made available by Internet Archive (https://archive.org) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 56697-h.htm or 56697-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/56697/pg56697-images.html) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/files/56697/56697-h.zip) + + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive. See + https://archive.org/details/littlebookofbore00herfrich + + +Transcriber’s note: + + Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. + + + + + +A LITTLE BOOK OF BORES + +by + +OLIVER HERFORD + + +[Illustration] + + + + + + +London +Gay and Hancock, Ltd. + +All Rights Reserved + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + +[Illustration: 'A LITTLE BOOK OF BORES'] + + + + + A is the Autograph Bore + Whom Authors and Actors deplore, + Tho’ it’s evident quite + If the Dears ceased to write + They’d deplore even more than before. + +[Illustration: A] + + + + + B is a Bounder _blasé_ + Who likes to appear quite _au fait_; + He purses his lips + As his Rhine wine he sips, + Tho’ he doesn’t know Hock from Tokay. + +[Illustration: B] + + + + + C’s a Critic. Far be it from me + With a time-honoured craft to make free. + All praise I accord + _Good_ Critics—but lord! + What a Bore a _bad_ Critic can be! + +[Illustration: C] + + + + + D is a Decadent Dreary + Whose Works are depressing and eerie; + If you ask his excuse + For existence, or use, + I’m afraid I can’t answer your query. + +[Illustration: D] + + + + + E is the Egotist dread + Who, as some one has happily said, + Will talk till he’s blue + About _my_self, when you + Want to talk about _your_self instead. + +[Illustration: E] + + + + + F’s a Frankly Familiar Friend + Who loves free advice to extend; + He declares, for his part, + He knows nothing of Art, + But he thinks that your time you misspend. + +[Illustration: F] + + + + + G is a Grumbler gruff + Whom everything puts in a huff; + If he chances to gain + Heaven’s gate, he’ll complain + Of his Halo or Harp, like enough. + +[Illustration: G] + + + + + H is a Humorist glum. + Why sits he so silent and dumb? + He’s concocting some Gay + Impromptu to say + When the Opportune Moment shall come. + +[Illustration: H] + + + + + I’s the Intensely Intense + Who dilates on the _Whither_ and _Whence_, + The _Ego_ (or “I”), + And the _Wherefore_ and _Why_, + Not to mention the _Hither_ and _Hence_. + +[Illustration: I] + + + + + J is the “Johnnie”—a Thing + Much affected by Fairies who sing. + He is human in shape, + With the brain of an ape, + And generally tied to a string. + +[Illustration: J] + + + + + K is the Kaiser unnerving, + With the Terrible Moustache upcurving. + One man who can bore + A planet——and more + Is surely of mention deserving. + +[Illustration: K] + + + + + L’s the Loquacious variety, + That is found in all sorts of society. + He will drink in the sound + Of his own voice—till drowned + In a species of self-inebriety. + +[Illustration: L] + + + + + M’s a Methodical Man + Who prates with precision and plan. + Beware, how you balk + The stream of his talk, + Lest he go back to where he began. + +[Illustration: M] + + + + + N is a Newly-rich boor, + Whom no one pretends to endure. + Some cases with care + And complete change of Heir + Take three generations to cure. + +[Illustration: N] + + + + + O is an Optimist glad + Who doesn’t know how to be sad; + If he wakes up some day + In Hades, he’ll say, + “Well, really it isn’t so bad.” + +[Illustration: O] + + + + + P’s a Poetical bore + Who recites his own things by the score. + The ladies, poor dears, + Are all moved to tears, + While strong men are moved—to the door. + +[Illustration: P] + + + + + Q is a Quoter who’ll cite + His favourite authors all night. + Tho’ teeming with Thought, + Like the Moon he is naught + But a second-hand dealer in Light. + +[Illustration: Q] + + + + + R’s a Rampant Reformer whose prose + Insures you a Health-giving doze. + You wouldn’t much mind + If he’d only be kind + And _not_ slam the door when he goes. + +[Illustration: R] + + + + + S is a Satirist rude + Who subsists on Leguminous Food, + Which he shyly maintains + So enforces his brains, + Even Shakespeare beside him seems crude. + +[Illustration: S] + + + + + T is a Terrible Tot + Who says things he’d much better not. + A child of that age + Should be kept in a cage, + And fed—if at all—through a slot. + +[Illustration: T] + + + + + U is the Unco Guid Man, + And all his unspeakable clan, + With their _Braw bonnie brae_, + _Bide a wee, Scots wha hae_, + _Aweel, Dinna ken_, and _Hoot man_. + +[Illustration: U] + + + + + V is a Vain Virtuoso. + If you ask, “Pray what makes your hair grow so; + Do you think it a sign + Of Genius divine?” + He replies, “I don’t think so, I _know_ so.” + +[Illustration: V] + + + + + W’s a Well-informed Wight + Who aims to set every one right; + If you chance to misspell + Or misquote, he will swell + With holy and chastened Delight. + +[Illustration: W] + + + + + X is Old Xmas, a dear + Old Impostor who comes once a year, + With wassail, and wishes, + And death-dealing dishes, + And chilblains, and chimes, and good cheer. + +[Illustration: X] + + + + + Y is a Yodler whose yell + Wakes the echo in mountain or fell. + “Poor Echo!” I say, + “To be wakened each day + By a sound like a Feline unwell.” + +[Illustration: Y] + + + + + Z is a Zealot whose zeal + Takes the form of an “_Urgent appeal_.” + Tho’ you wriggle and squirm + And protest—he sits firm, + Till he lands you at last like an eel. + +[Illustration: Z] + + + + + RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, + BREAD STREET HILL, E.C., AND + BUNGAY, SUFFOLK. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _By OLIVER HERFORD_ + + +ARTFUL ANTICKS + + By OLIVER HERFORD. Illustrations on every page, attractively + bound in cloth, 8 by 6¼ in., pp. 112, 2_s._ + + ⁂ Humorous verses and illustrations about Animals. + + _Queen_—“This is one of the most delightfully whimsical collections + of sketches with both pen and pencil which are always so dear to the + hearts of children. Mr. Herford’s rhymes are full of that simple fun + which it requires no effort to appreciate, and many of them are + irresistibly ridiculous; while his graceful sketches show a high + sense of genuine humour.” + + +THE BOLD BAD BUTTERFLY + + Crown 8vo., with over 100 humorous illustrations, 2_s._ + + + LONDON: GAY AND HANCOCK, LTD. + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + +Transcriber’s note: + + 1. Moved advertisement from p. 2 to end. + + 2. Silently corrected typographical errors. + + 3. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56950.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56950.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d937c1f73560349f5a6387c437badcc9d755aca6 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg56950.txt @@ -0,0 +1,404 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + +Transcriber’s Note: Obvious printer’s errors have been corrected. + + + + +[Illustration: + + This little book is from the library of ________________ + + When you have read, and laughed with glee + Please bring this book right back to me.] + + + + + UNCLE WIGGILY’S SQUIRT GUN + + or + + JACK FROST ICICLE MAKER + + and + + UNCLE WIGGILY’S QUEER UMBRELLAS + + also + + UNCLE WIGGILY’S LEMONADE STAND + + [Illustration] + + TEXT BY + HOWARD R. GARIS + Author of THREE LITTLE TRIPPER TROTS and BED TIME STORIES + + PICTURED BY + LANG CAMPBELL + + NEWARK, N. J. + CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO. + NEW YORK + + + + +IF YOU LIKE THIS FUNNY LITTLE PICTURE BOOK ABOUT THE BUNNY RABBIT +GENTLEMAN YOU MAY BE GLAD TO KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS. + +So if the spoon holder doesn’t go down cellar and take the coal shovel +away from the gas stove, you may read + + 1. UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTO SLED. + 2. UNCLE WIGGILY’S SNOW MAN. + 3. UNCLE WIGGILY’S HOLIDAYS. + 4. UNCLE WIGGILY’S APPLE ROAST. + 5. UNCLE WIGGILY’S PICNIC. + 6. UNCLE WIGGILY’S FISHING TRIP. + 7. UNCLE WIGGILY’S JUNE BUG FRIENDS. + 8. UNCLE WIGGILY’S VISIT TO THE FARM. + 9. UNCLE WIGGILY’S SILK HAT. + 10. UNCLE WIGGILY, INDIAN HUNTER. + 11. UNCLE WIGGILY’S ICE CREAM PARTY. + 12. UNCLE WIGGILY’S WOODLAND GAMES. + 13. UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FLYING RUG. + 14. UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE BEACH. + 15. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PIRATES. + 16. UNCLE WIGGILY’S FUNNY AUTO. + 17. UNCLE WIGGILY ON ROLLER SKATES. + 18. UNCLE WIGGILY GOES SWIMMING. + 19. UNCLE WIGGILY’S WATER SPOUT. + 20. UNCLE WIGGILY’S LAUGHING GAS BALLOONS. + 21. UNCLE WIGGILY’S EMPTY WATCH. + 22. UNCLE WIGGILY’S RADIO. + 23. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BEAVER BOYS. + 24. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER. + 25. UNCLE WIGGILY’S SQUIRT GUN. + 26. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE ALLIGATOR. + 27. UNCLE WIGGILY’S WASHTUB SHIP. + 28. UNCLE WIGGILY’S ROLLING HOOP. + 29. UNCLE WIGGILY’S MAKE BELIEVE TARTS. + 30. UNCLE WIGGILY’S ICE BOAT. + +Every book has three stories, including the title story. + +[Illustration: Uncle Wiggily HIS MARK] + +_Made in U. S. A._ + +Copyright 1919 McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Trade mark registered. + +Copyright 1920, 1922, 1924, 1927, 1929, Charles E. Graham & Co., Newark, +N. J., and New York. + + + + +[Illustration] + +1. One day when Uncle Wiggily was out early to see the sun rise, he +passed a rocky ledge from which hung many icicles. As the sun shone +on the sticks of ice they turned all the colors of the rainbow. “How +wonderful!” exclaimed the bunny. “Who made them?” A little chap beside +him said: “I did! I am Jack Frost. And, because you have been kind to me, +I’ll give you the power to make icicles!” + +[Illustration] + +2. “Whenever you wish to make icicles,” Jack Frost told Uncle Wiggily, +“just push the squirt gun. Out will come water, and by magic power it +will freeze into icicles.” The bunny thought this would be fine. So he +hopped through the woods. Soon he came to a deep ravine he wished to +cross, but there was no bridge and it was a long way around. “I’ll try +Jack Frost’s trick now,” said Uncle Wiggily. + +[Illustration] + +3. Out of the magic Jack Frost gun squirted water. It fell and froze, +making a bridge of icicles across the gully. “Ha! This is just fine!” +laughed Uncle Wiggily, crossing the ice bridge. He did not see the bad +Fox looking after him. “What game is that rabbit up to now?” growled the +Fox. “I must follow and see. He has made a bridge where there was none +before. I can cross after him and catch him!” + +[Illustration] + +4. Having crossed the icicle bridge, Uncle Wiggily kept on until he came +to the home of Uncle Butter the goat. “Help me down, Uncle Wiggily!” he +bleated. “I was mending a leak in my roof, and the Old Fox came along and +took my ladder.” The bunny said he would help his friend, and pointed the +squirt gun. “Oh, I said HELP me—not SHOOT me!” cried Uncle Butter, and +Mr. Longears just laughed. + +[Illustration] + +5. “I’m not going to shoot you!” said Uncle Wiggily. “This is Jack +Frost’s magic icicle gun. I’ll make a ladder for you!” So the bunny did, +and the goat gentleman came safely down. The Bad Old Fox, who had stolen +the ladder away, thinking it would help him catch Uncle Wiggily, peeked +around the corner. “I wonder how I can get that rabbit?” thought the Fox, +as the bunny was about to hop on. + +[Illustration] + +6. After having helped Uncle Wiggily down off the roof, the bunny +traveled on with the magic Jack Frost squirt gun. Soon he came to where +Mrs. Twistytail the pig lady lived. “Oh such trouble!” squealed the pig +lady. “My clothes sticks are gone and all my nice clean clothes will sag +down in the dirt!” Uncle Wiggily made ready the gun. “I’ll freeze some +icicle clothes sticks for you, Mrs. Twistytail,” he said. + +[Illustration] + +7. “Icicle clothes sticks! I never heard of such things!” squealed +Floppy, the little piggie chap who was using the rake to help his mother +hold up the line. “It can’t be done!” declared Curly. “I’ll soon show +you!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. He squirted three or four streams of water +up in the air. When the water froze it turned into icicles, and the pig +lady used them to hold up the sagging lines. + +[Illustration] + +8. Having done a kind act for Mrs. Twistytail, by making icicle clothes +sticks Uncle Wiggily hopped along. He was tramping through the woods +when, all of a sudden, the bad Fuzzy Fox ran out from behind a bush. “Now +I have you!” he howled. “You can’t get away!” Uncle Wiggily pointed his +magic gun. “Ha! Ha! I’m not afraid of a bit of water!” snickered the Fox. +“You can’t do anything!” + +[Illustration] + +9. All of a sudden Uncle Wiggily began to squirt streams of water from +Jack Frost’s magic gun. Up and down the bunny made icicles in the air, +their ends resting on the ground, until he had made a cage with bars of +ice all about the Fox. “Let’s see you get me now!” laughed the bunny, as +he started for his bungalow. “Fooled again!” howled the Fox. “Who would +think he could freeze me in like this?” + + + + +Now if the tacks in the carpet don’t turn upside down and tickle the toes +of the pussy cat when she’s dancing for the rag doll, the next pictures +and story will be about Uncle Wiggily’s queer Umbrellas. + +[Illustration] + +UNCLE WIGGILY WAS SO VERY KIND HE LOANED HIS UMBRELLA. AND WHEN THE +’GATOR CAME ALONG, THE BUNNY FED THE HUNGRY “FELLAH.” REALLY HE DID! + +[Illustration] + +1. Uncle Wiggily hopped out one day to have an adventure, and, as it +looked cloudy when he started he took his umbrella. The rabbit gentleman +had not hopped very long before it began to April shower. “I’ll just +hoist my umbrella,” said the bunny. He was going along when he noticed +Aunt Lettie, the goat lady, without an umbrella. “Oh, please take mine!” +begged the bunny. “I like to get wet!” + +[Illustration] + +2. “Oh, thank you!” bleated Aunt Lettie. “But can’t we both walk under +this umbrella?” Uncle Wiggily said no, as he wasn’t going her way. The +bunny was getting quite wet when up hopped Mr. Croaker. “Here is a large +toadstool for you, Uncle Wiggily,” grunted Mr. Croaker. “You may use that +for an umbrella. I am used to the rain.” Uncle Wiggily thanked the toad, +and looked at Mrs. Twistytail. + +[Illustration] + +3. Uncle Wiggily had not been under the toadstool umbrella very long +before Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, came along, with nothing to keep +the April showers off her new bonnet. “Oh, please take this toadstool!” +begged the rabbit uncle. “I don’t need it.” Mrs. Twistytail said he was +very kind, and invited him to walk under it with her, but he was going +the other way. “I like to get wet,” he said politely. + +[Illustration] + +4. Uncle Wiggily hopped along in the rain without an umbrella, when, +all of a sudden, he heard a voice say: “Quack! Quack! Quack! Come over +here, Mr. Longears, and I’ll give you a Japanese parasol we don’t need. +We ducks just live in the water.” The bunny thanked Mrs. Wibblewobble. +Just as Uncle Wiggily raised the paper umbrella, which kept off the rain, +along came Mrs. Cluck Cluck the hen. + +[Illustration] + +5. “Oh, please, Mrs. Cluck Cluck, take this Japanese parasol that Mrs. +Wibblewobble loaned me!” cried Uncle Wiggily to the hen lady when he saw +she was getting all wet. “Oh, but I’ll be robbing you!” cackled Mrs. +Cluck Cluck. “Nonsense!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. “I don’t mind April +showers. Besides, maybe, I can get under the pan with this kind dog I see +coming along. Keep dry, Mrs. Cluck Cluck!” + +[Illustration] + +6. “Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” barked the ragged but polite tramp dog. “It won’t +do for you to get wet. Take my umbrella! I made it out of an old dishpan +I found, and a broom stick. It will keep you dry. As for me, I’ll stand +out in the rain, and wash my clothes that way.” Uncle Wiggily thanked the +tramp dog, and just then, the bunny saw Mrs. Bushytail, the squirrel lady +coming. “I must help her,” he thought. + +[Illustration] + +7. Uncle Wiggily had no sooner stepped under the pan umbrella than along +came Mrs. Bushytail. The squirrel lady was getting all wet. “Oh, my +dear Mrs. Bushytail!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “Pray allow me! This isn’t a +stylish umbrella, but it will keep off the wet.” And the bunny stood in +the April shower as Mrs. Bushytail scrambled off. Then out of his house +with some pancakes came Mr. Stubtail, the nice bear. + +[Illustration] + +8. “Look here, Uncle Wiggily!” said Mr. Stubtail. “There is no need of +you getting wet. Here are some very tough pancakes my wife made. I can’t +eat them; rain won’t hurt them. Fasten them on a stick and they’ll keep +off the rain.” The bunny, thanking the bear, did this. And Uncle Wiggily +was hopping along through the rain with his pancake umbrella when out +popped the Skillery Scallery Alligator. + +[Illustration] + +9. “Wait a minute!” grunted the Alligator. “Oh, no!” answered Uncle +Wiggily. “I know what you want—my ears!” The ’Gator growled: “Well, I’m +so hungry I must eat something! Stand still until I get you!” But Uncle +Wiggily wouldn’t do that. “Here, nibble some of Mrs. Stubtail’s griddle +cakes!” he cried. “They are so tough you can chew on them for a week and +I can get away!” Then the sun came out. + + + + +And if the Circus elephant doesn’t take the wheels off the lion’s cage to +make a pair of roller skates for the camel, the next pictures and story +will be about Uncle Wiggily’s Lemonade Stand. + +[Illustration] + +LEMONADE SHOULD BE SOUR, AND NOT MADE TOO SWEET. BUT UNCLE WIGGILY’S KIND +SWEPT THE FOX OFF HIS FEET! AND IT SERVED HIM RIGHT, I THINK. + +[Illustration] + +1. One day, as Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy opened the kitchen door in the +hollow stump bungalow, she saw Uncle Wiggily squeezing juice from a +lemon. “Oh, Wiggy! Are you making a lemon pie?” asked the muskrat lady. +Just then some of the sour juice squirted in her eye and she squirmed +like an angle worm. “I guess I made a mistake that time!” sadly said the +bunny. “But I am trying to make lemonade.” + +[Illustration] + +2. After Uncle Wiggily had helped Nurse Jane wipe the lemon juice out +of her eye with the towel, the muskrat lady asked: “Why are you making +lemonade, Uncle Wiggily?” The bunny gentleman said that some of the +animal children wanted to start a lemonade stand, so they could sell cool +drinks on hot days and give the money to the Fresh Air Fund for Poor +Animal Children. So the stand was started. + +[Illustration] + +3. Uncle Wiggily helped Nannie the girl goat, and Curly the pig to +make lemonade to sell from a street stand. The first customer was Mr. +Stubtail, the bear gentleman. Nannie handed him a glass, and when no +one was looking the piggie boy took some lemonade. I’m not saying that +was right, though. “We hope you like our lemonade, Mr. Stubtail.” said +Nannie. “Please bring Neddie and Beckie to our stand.” + +[Illustration] + +4. “I’ll drink this lemonade.” said Mr. Stubtail, “and then I’ll go get +Neddie and Beckie and treat them.” He put the glass to his lips, but, no +sooner had he taken a sip, than he dropped the glass and roared: “Oh, +burr-r-r-r-r! Wuff! Wow!” Uncle Wiggily wanted to know what was the +matter, and Nannie and the piggie boy were surprised. “Too sour! Too +sour!” howled Mr. Stubtail. “I like sweet lemonade!” + +[Illustration] + +5. Nannie ran in to Uncle Wiggily’s bungalow and brought out some +sugar, which she poured into the lemonade, while the piggie boy stirred +it ’round and ’round. “I guess this will be all right for our next +customer,” spoke Uncle Wiggily. Soon along came Curly’s father, Mr. +Twistytail. He tasted some of the Fresh Air lemonade. “Oh, ugh! Bunk!” he +grunted. “It’s quite too SWEET! I like lemonade sour!” + +[Illustration] + +6. “Our customers are getting mixed in our lemonade,” said Uncle Wiggily +to Nannie and Curly, as he sent them to the store to get more lemons. +“I’ll mark each pail so I’ll know which is sweet and which is sour +lemonade.” So the bunny marked a large S on one pail, to show it was +sweet. And he marked a large S on the other pail to show that it was +sour. “Now everything will be fine!” said the bunny. + +[Illustration] + +7. All at once Uncle Wiggily happened to think that just the letters on +the pails weren’t enough. “I can’t tell Sweet from Sour, as each begins +with the letter S,” said the bunny. “I wonder what I’d better do?” Just +then the bad Fuzzy Fox and the worse Woozie Wolf sprang out of the +bushes. “You’d better keep still while we nibble your ears!” they howled. +“First have some lemonade,” invited the rabbit. + +[Illustration] + +8. “What kind of lemonade have you?” barked the Fox, looking hungrily at +Uncle Wiggily’s ears. “Both kinds—Sweet and Sour,” replied the bunny. +“Then I’ll take both kind—mixed!” chuckled the Fox, trying to be funny. +“One kind will be enough for you, and it doesn’t make any difference what +kind!” cried Uncle Wiggily, and he threw the whole pail full of Sour +lemonade over the bad Fox. + +[Illustration] + +9. “Oh, wow! What does this mean?” barked the Fox. “It means that I am +tired of having you make fun of my lemonade!” cried the bunny. “And I’m +tired of waiting for your ears!” howled the Wolf, as the Fox ran away. +“It’s time you made a home-run also, Mr. Wolf!” chuckled the bunny. Then +he threw pail, lemonade and all at the wolf, who ran away also. Then more +lemonade was made for the children. + + + + +[Illustration: When you have finished reading this nice little book, +perhaps you would like to read a larger volume about Uncle Wiggily. + +If so, go to the book store and ask the Man for one of the Uncle Wiggily +Bedtime Story Books, they have a lot of Funny Pictures in and 31 +stories—one for every night in the month. If the book store man has none +of these volumes ask him to get you one or send direct to the Publishers, + +A. L. BURT COMPANY. 114 EAST 23rd STREET NEW YORK CITY] + + + + +[Illustration: LOOK HERE! + +This handsome book has large color pictures throughout and wonderful +stories. Ask the book store man for _Adventures of Uncle Wiggily_. + +CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO. NEWARK, N. J.] + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57109.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57109.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7c0176ee8de0069ef7eaebdcb9cdaa1fd940e2da --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57109.txt @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Free Elf + + + + +Unfailing Springs +J. Hudson Taylor + + +"JESUS answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of +GOD, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou +wouldest have asked of Him, and He would have given thee living +water. + +"Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall +never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall become in +him a well of water springing up unto eternal life." + +John 4:10, 14, RV. + +9,000 in print + +---- + +Unfailing Springs + +"Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely" (Rev. +22:17) + +THE best evidence of Christianity is a Christ-like life, and the +best evidence of the inspiration of the Word of GOD is found in +the Word itself; when studied, loved, obeyed, and trusted, it +never disappoints, never misleads, never fails. Why is so much +time worse than wasted over criticism of its different books? +What is needed is the humble, reverent, prayerful meditation of +those who are determined to do the will of GOD; to such the +guidance of the Spirit is promised, and the divine perfections of +the Word are revealed. Is there anything of human manufacture +that is not easily proved to be man's work when tested by the +microscope? It reveals imperfections in the finest workmanship; +while under similar treatment the minutest object of GOD'S +creation is only shown to be more marvellously perfect. There is +the same difference between man's word and GOD'S Word; the latter +tried by appropriate tests is proved to be Divine. + +Like many other parts of Holy Scripture the narrative of the +fourth chapter of John may be profitably studied as an item of +ancient history. It shows how the Son of GOD in the days of His +flesh, doing the will of His Father, must needs go through +Samaria, and avoid the route to the east of the Jordan by which +the Jews were wont to escape contact with the Samaritans. It is +most instructive to notice how the exhausted SAVIOUR forgot his +weariness in the presence of a soul needing salvation; and how +with divine wisdom He drew out the sympathy, surprise and +attention of the sinful, ignorant woman, and called forth her own +confession, "I have no husband". How in a sentence He revealed to +her His knowledge of her whole life, and fulfilled her own ideal +of what the CHRIST would do. Then, giving her that which she so +ignorantly asked--the Living Water--He plainly stated to her that +He was indeed the CHRIST of GOD, and allowed her in the impulse +of a new life to do that which even the disciples had not +attempted to do--to bear such witness concerning Him as to bring +the multitudes to His feet. It is indeed an interesting and +profitable item of ancient history, and as such is worthy of much +more minute examination. + +But is there not another standpoint from which it behoves us to +consider this narrative? Why has it been recorded, but for our +instruction? Is not the living CHRIST speaking now through this +story to us, who as much need the Living Water as did the +Samaritan woman? With this thought in mind let us notice +particularly the words used by our Saviour of this Living Water. + +JESUS said (v. 10) "If thou knewest the gift of GOD, and who it +is that saith to thee, Give Me to drink; thou wouldst have asked +of Him, and He would have given thee Living Water." How simple +the conditions! If thou knewest thou wouldst have asked, and He +would have given; she had not asked because she had not known; +but surely we who know, and happily, believe the words of the +LORD recorded in the preceding chapter, "GOD so loved the world +that He gave His only begotten Son . . ." do know the gift of +GOD--the Living Saviour who is as present with us now, according +to His own promise--"Lo, I am with you alway"--as He was then +with the woman of Samaria. Realizing His presence, and knowing +Him as GOD'S gift, is it not our privilege at once to ask and His +joy at once to give us this precious gift--Living Water? +Assuredly it is for this very purpose that the words have been +put on record. We may not know, we cannot tell all that is +involved in the gift, but if we know Him, that is sufficient. "As +for GOD His way is perfect" we have only to fulfil our part, to +ask of Him the Living Water, and leave to Him all the results. + +But let us see what further He has to say to us: in verse 13 He +says, "Every one that drinketh of this water [that of Jacob's +well] shall thirst again"; the woman who heard these words knew +by experience that this was true; and we also have proved that it +is true of all earthly water, all earthly gifts. We should indeed +thank GOD for our temporal blessings, comforts, and joys: they +are not mere superfluities; they meet real needs, and are tokens +of our Heavenly Father's love; but while they help and gratify, +they do not permanently satisfy, they leave us to thirst again, +and, oh! how deep is the thirst oft-times! But our Saviour +continues (verse 14), "Whosoever drinketh of the water that I +shall give him SHALL NEVER THIRST". Wonderful words! Let our glad +souls take in their fulness. "Shall," not may, certainly shall; +"never", by no means for ever more (lit.); "thirst", be left +longing, left unsatisfied, faint, but unrefreshed. Blessed +assurance of never-ending refreshment and strength! + +"SHALL NEVER THIRST." What a promise! How often we have thirsted! +How many weary and unsatisfied hearts there are; and yet this +full supply was not intended to be the special portion of some +exceptionally favoured soul, for note the SAVIOUR'S word, +"Whosoever drinketh", it is free to all. May the Holy Spirit +enable us to take our place as included in the "whosoever", and +give their full and blessed meaning to those marvellous words, +"shall never thirst". To know that "shall" means shall, that +"never" means never, that "thirst" means any unsatisfied need, +may be one of the greatest revelations GOD has ever made to our +souls. + +Let us not, however, change the SAVIOUR'S words. Note carefully +He does not say, Whosoever has drunk, but "drinketh": He speaks, +not of one isolated draught, but of the continuous habit of the +soul. In this, as in many other passages, it is important to mark +the force of continuous habit expressed by the present tense of +the Greek verbs. There is full and deep satisfaction at the first +draught of the Living Water, which, however, is a perennial +supply for constant use. This the LORD brings out more fully when +He says, "But the water that I shall give him shall be [or better +'become', RV] in him a well of water springing up unto eternal +life". These words explain why the partaking of the Living Water +is not followed by renewed thirst. The Living Water becomes a +well, a fountain, always available, springing up in the believer, +not only leaving no room for thirst, but overflowing for the +supply of the need of others unceasingly. + +Nor is this wonderful promise unique and without parallel. It +always was, and is still, the SAVIOUR'S purpose to satisfy. On +the occasion of the feeding of the five thousand (John 6), +Philip's highest thought was to procure sufficient that everyone +should have a little; but the LORD took the little they already +had and multiplied it in the giving, so that each one had as much +as he would, and twelve baskets were filled with that which +remained after all were satisfied. The next day our LORD raised +their thoughts to the true Bread from heaven, saying, "I am the +Bread of Life: he that cometh to Me shall never hunger; and he +that believeth on Me shall never thirst". Or more fully and +literally, "He who is [habitually] coming to Me, shall by no +means hunger, and he who is believing on Me shall by no means +thirst at any time". The Greek word is the same as that used in +the passage, "No man has seen God at any time". The habit of +coming in faith to Him is incompatible with unmet hunger and +thirst. Again, in John 7 CHRIST says, "If any man thirst, let him +come unto Me, and drink. He that is believing on Me, as the +Scripture hath said, out of him shall flow rivers of living +water; this spake He of the Spirit, which those who are believing +on Him should receive." + +There is something very delightful in the truth thus taught: +instead of conscious need and unsatisfied longing, abundant +supply and overflowing satisfaction; instead of poverty and +weakness, wealth and strength wherewith to help other needy ones. +What a Divine Saviour! What a full and perfect salvation! GOD'S +overflow more than supplies the lack of individual capacity. We +cannot all be great, or wealthy or strong, wise or experienced; +but CHRIST is made unto us wisdom and righteousness, +sanctification and redemption: He wills to be our all in all for +life and service. + +Wandering among GOD'S beautiful mountains on a delightful +summer's day, how soon one becomes weary with climbing, and +parched with thirst. Guided by the sound of running water, we +seek the shade of an overhanging rock, and a draught from the +crystal stream falling from above. It may be we have but a small +vessel from which to drink, but we can fill it again and again, +for the supply is inexhaustible. If the cup be small, it will +soon be full and overflow: had we a bucket it would take longer +filling, but, once full, it would equally overflow: and if a huge +barrel were placed under the stream, it, too, in time would +overflow. And the overflow in each case would be the same, for it +depends not on the size of the vessel but on the unfailing supply +of the stream. + +Thus the saved Samaritan woman, without any preparation or any +other fitness, could at once draw to her newly-found Saviour a +multitude of needy souls, while many an eloquent preacher can +leave the multitudes to go home unsaved and unsatisfied. +Understanding this, it ceases to be a question of what we are, or +what we can do, and the important thing is, have we brought our +vessel to Him to be filled to overflow, that being more than +satisfied ourselves, we may have to give to any and every thirsty +one without stint and without fear? For the promise of John 7 is +of rivers of living water, and of John 4 of an unfailing spring +going on and on unto everlasting life. + +Let us not leave the subject without asking ourselves, beloved +friends, where we are with reference to this matter. Are we +amongst the thirsty ones, or amongst those who have come to the +one great Source, and are drinking, believing, and therefore +receiving, for their own need and the blessing of others? + +In conclusion, I should like to give a few words of personal +testimony. It was in a time of deep spiritual need that the +thoughts I have above expressed were given me when alone in +inland China. I was painfully conscious that I was not living all +that I was trying to teach the Chinese. Struggling for victory, +too often I found myself defeated, until I asked myself whether I +ought not to cease to preach, and to retire from missionary work. +Fasting, prayer, meditation on the Word, all I could think of +seemed powerless to help me, when one afternoon, in the course of +my usual reading, I came to John 4. It had always been ancient +history to me, and as such loved and appreciated, but that +afternoon for the first time it became a present message to my +soul. No one could have been more thirsty, and I there and then +accepted the gracious invitation, and asked and received the +Living Water, believing from His own Word that my thirsty days +were all passed, not from any present feeling, but because of His +promise. That same evening I took, without reluctance, my usual +Bible-reading with the Chinese, and spoke freely, but without +being specially conscious of power. At breakfast the following +morning, however, I learned that one of my hearers had been +brought into such deep conviction of sin as to pass the night +sleeplessly; and from that time my ministry was owned of GOD as +it had not been for some time before. + +Some months later I passed through a time of great trial and +sorrow; the death of a beloved child, the sending home of three +others, and the most trying time in China through which our +beloved Mission has ever passed, bringing innumerable +difficulties and perplexities; but it was also a time of deepened +spiritual joy and rest, and of experience that my SAVIOUR was +sufficient for every emergency. In Tientsin the Sisters of Mercy, +the French Priests, and Consul had been massacred, and in all our +inland stations there was excitement and peril. Almost daily I +had letters from some group of workers asking for guidance, and +wondering whether to stay or leave the station, as work for the +time being was impossible. I knew not what to advise, but in each +case, like Hezekiah, I spread the letters before the LORD, and +trusted Him to teach me how to reply to them. There was no +conscious revelation, but in every instance I was guided to reply +in the way that led to the best results, and I sent each letter +off in the joyful peace of knowing that I had asked and He had +granted the wisdom that is profitable to direct. Just at this +crisis my dear first wife had an attack of cholera, from which +she rallied with difficulty; a little one was born and only lived +a fortnight, a wet nurse not being procurable in that time of +excitement. But again the Living Water proved sufficient for her +and for me. The very evening after the funeral of the babe, my +precious wife had an attack of syncope, from which she did not +fully recover, and early the next morning she too was taken. Then +I understood why the LORD had made this passage so real to me. An +illness of some weeks followed, and oh I how lonesome at times +were the weary hours when confined to my bed; how I missed my +dear wife, and the little pattering footsteps of the children far +away in England. Perhaps twenty times in a day, as I felt the +heart-thirst coming back again, I cried to the LORD, "You +promised me that I should never thirst", and at once the LORD +came and more than satisfied my sorrowing heart, so that I often +wondered whether it were possible that my loved one who had been +taken could be enjoying a fuller revelation of His presence than +I in the loneliness of my chamber. He had literally fulfilled the +prayer-- + +"LORD JESUS, make Thyself to me +A living, bright reality; +More present to faith's vision keen +Than any earthly object seen; +More dear, more intimately nigh +Than e'en the sweetest human tie." + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57259.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57259.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..10acb4cec9a93c8c323053682e553862d55af8ba --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57259.txt @@ -0,0 +1,314 @@ + + + + + +Produced by MWS, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +A COLORED MAN'S REMINISCENCES + +OF JAMES MADISON. + +BY PAUL JENNINGS. + +BROOKLYN: + +GEORGE C. BEADLE. + +1865. + + + + +PREFACE. + + +Among the laborers at the Department of the Interior is an intelligent +colored man, Paul Jennings, who was born a slave on President Madison's +estate, in Montpelier, Va., in 1799. His reputed father was Benj. +Jennings, an English trader there; his mother, a slave of Mr. Madison, +and the granddaughter of an Indian. Paul was a "body servant" of Mr. +Madison, till his death, and afterwards of Daniel Webster, having +purchased his freedom of Mrs. Madison. His character for sobriety, +truth, and fidelity, is unquestioned; and as he was a daily witness of +interesting events, I have thought some of his recollections were worth +writing down in almost his own language. + +On the 10th of January, 1865, at a curious sale of books, coins and +autographs belonging to Edward M. Thomas, a colored man, for many years +Messenger to the House of Representatives, was sold, among other curious +lots, an autograph of Daniel Webster, containing these words: "I have +paid $120 for the freedom of Paul Jennings; he agrees to work out the +same at $8 per month, to be furnished with board, clothes, washing," &c. + +J. B. R. + +[Illustration: (Handwritten text) + +Mar: 19. 1847.-- + +I have paid $120 for the Freedom of Paul Jennings--He agrees to work out +the term, at 8 dollars a month, to be furnished with board, clothes, & +washing--to begin when we return from the Leritte--His freedom papers I +gave to him; they are recorded in this District. + +Dan Webster +Washington.] + + + + +REMINISCENCES OF MADISON. + + +About ten years before Mr. Madison was President, he and Colonel Monroe +were rival candidates for the Legislature. Mr. Madison was anxious to be +elected, and sent his chariot to bring up a Scotchman to the polls, who +lived in the neighborhood. But when brought up, he cried out: "Put me +down for Colonel Monroe, for he was the first man that took me by the +hand in this country." Colonel Monroe was elected, and his friends joked +Mr. Madison pretty hard about his Scotch friend, and I have heard Mr. +Madison and Colonel Monroe have many a hearty laugh over the subject, +for years after. + +When Mr. Madison was chosen President, we came on and moved into the +White House; the east room was not finished, and Pennsylvania Avenue +was not paved, but was always in an awful condition from either mud or +dust. The city was a dreary place. + +Mr. Robert Smith was then Secretary of State, but as he and Mr. Madison +could not agree, he was removed, and Colonel Monroe appointed to his +place. Dr. Eustis was Secretary of War--rather a rough, blustering man; +Mr. Gallatin, a tip-top man, was Secretary of the Treasury; and Mr. +Hamilton, of South Carolina, a pleasant gentleman, who thought Mr. +Madison could do nothing wrong, and who always concurred in every thing +he said, was Secretary of the Navy. + +Before the war of 1812 was declared, there were frequent consultations +at the White House as to the expediency of doing it. Colonel Monroe was +always fierce for it, so were Messrs. Lowndes, Giles, Poydrass, and +Pope--all Southerners; all his Secretaries were likewise in favor of it. + +Soon after war was declared, Mr. Madison made his regular summer visit +to his farm in Virginia. We had not been there long before an express +reached us one evening, informing Mr. M. of Gen. Hull's surrender. He +was astounded at the news, and started back to Washington the next +morning. + +After the war had been going on for a couple of years, the people of +Washington began to be alarmed for the safety of the city, as the +British held Chesapeake Bay with a powerful fleet and army. Every thing +seemed to be left to General Armstrong, then Secretary of war, who +ridiculed the idea that there was any danger. But, in August, 1814, the +enemy had got so near, there could be no doubt of their intentions. +Great alarm existed, and some feeble preparations for defence were made. +Com. Barney's flotilla was stripped of men, who were placed in battery, +at Bladensburg, where they fought splendidly. A large part of his men +were tall, strapping negroes, mixed with white sailors and marines. Mr. +Madison reviewed them just before the fight, and asked Com. Barney if +his "negroes would not run on the approach of the British?" "No sir," +said Barney, "they don't know how to run; they will die by their guns +first." They fought till a large part of them were killed or wounded; +and Barney himself wounded and taken prisoner. One or two of these +negroes are still living here. + +Well, on the 24th of August, sure enough, the British reached +Bladensburg, and the fight began between 11 and 12. Even that very +morning General Armstrong assured Mrs. Madison there was no danger. The +President, with General Armstrong, General Winder, Colonel Monroe, +Richard Rush, Mr. Graham, Tench Ringgold, and Mr. Duvall, rode out on +horseback to Bladensburg to see how things looked. Mrs. Madison ordered +dinner to be ready at 3, as usual; I set the table myself, and brought +up the ale, cider, and wine, and placed them in the coolers, as all the +Cabinet and several military gentlemen and strangers were expected. +While waiting, at just about 3, as Sukey, the house-servant, was lolling +out of a chamber window, James Smith, a free colored man who had +accompanied Mr. Madison to Bladensburg, gallopped up to the house, +waving his hat, and cried out, "Clear out, clear out! General Armstrong +has ordered a retreat!" All then was confusion. Mrs. Madison ordered her +carriage, and passing through the dining-room, caught up what silver she +could crowd into her old-fashioned reticule, and then jumped into the +chariot with her servant girl Sukey, and Daniel Carroll, who took charge +of them; Jo. Bolin drove them over to Georgetown Heights; the British +were expected in a few minutes. Mr. Cutts, her brother-in-law, sent me +to a stable on 14th street, for his carriage. People were running in +every direction. John Freeman (the colored butler) drove off in the +coachee with his wife, child, and servant; also a feather bed lashed on +behind the coachee, which was all the furniture saved, except part of +the silver and the portrait of Washington (of which I will tell you +by-and-by). + +I will here mention that although the British were expected every +minute, they did not arrive for some hours; in the mean time, a rabble, +taking advantage of the confusion, ran all over the White House, and +stole lots of silver and whatever they could lay their hands on. + +About sundown I walked over to the Georgetown ferry, and found the +President and all hands (the gentlemen named before, who acted as a sort +of body-guard for him) waiting for the boat. It soon returned, and we +all crossed over, and passed up the road about a mile; they then left us +servants to wander about. In a short time several wagons from +Bladensburg, drawn by Barney's artillery horses, passed up the road, +having crossed the Long Bridge before it was set on fire. As we were +cutting up some pranks a white wagoner ordered us away, and told his boy +Tommy to reach out his gun, and he would shoot us. I told him "he had +better have used it at Bladensburg." Just then we came up with Mr. +Madison and his friends, who had been wandering about for some hours, +consulting what to do. I walked on to a Methodist minister's, and in the +evening, while he was at prayer, I heard a tremendous explosion, and, +rushing out, saw that the public buildings, navy yard, ropewalks, &c., +were on fire. + +Mrs. Madison slept that night at Mrs. Love's, two or three miles over +the river. After leaving that place she called in at a house, and went +up stairs. The lady of the house learning who she was, became furious, +and went to the stairs and screamed out, "Miss Madison! if that's you, +come down and go out! Your husband has got mine out fighting, and d-- +you, you shan't stay in my house; so get out!" Mrs. Madison complied, +and went to Mrs. Minor's, a few miles further, where she stayed a day or +two, and then returned to Washington, where she found Mr. Madison at her +brother-in-law's, Richard Cutts, on F street. All the facts about Mrs. +M. I learned from her servant Sukey. We moved into the house of Colonel +John B. Taylor, corner of 18th street and New York Avenue, where we +lived till the news of peace arrived. + +In two or three weeks after we returned, Congress met in extra session, +at Blodgett's old shell of a house on 7th street (where the General +Post-office now stands). It was three stories high, and had been used +for a theatre, a tavern, an Irish boarding house, &c.; but both Houses +of Congress managed to get along in it very well, notwithstanding it had +to accommodate the Patent-office, City and General Post-office, +committee-rooms, and what was left of the Congressional Library, at the +same time. Things are very different now. + +The next summer, Mr. John Law, a large property-holder about the +Capitol, fearing it would not be rebuilt, got up a subscription and +built a large brick building (now called the Old Capitol, where the +secesh prisoners are confined), and offered it to Congress for their +use, till the Capitol could be rebuilt. This coaxed them back, though +strong efforts were made to remove the seat of government north; but the +southern members kept it here. + +It has often been stated in print, that when Mrs. Madison escaped from +the White House, she cut out from the frame the large portrait of +Washington (now in one of the parlors there), and carried it off. This +is totally false. She had no time for doing it. It would have required a +ladder to get it down. All she carried off was the silver in her +reticule, as the British were thought to be but a few squares off, and +were expected every moment. John Susé (a Frenchman, then door-keeper, +and still living) and Magraw, the President's gardener, took it down and +sent it off on a wagon, with some large silver urns and such other +valuables as could be hastily got hold of. When the British did arrive, +they ate up the very dinner, and drank the wines, &c., that I had +prepared for the President's party. + +When the news of peace arrived, we were crazy with joy. Miss Sally +Coles, a cousin of Mrs. Madison, and afterwards wife of Andrew +Stevenson, since minister to England, came to the head of the stairs, +crying out, "Peace! peace!" and told John Freeman (the butler) to serve +out wine liberally to the servants and others. I played the President's +March on the violin, John Susé and some others were drunk for two days, +and such another joyful time was never seen in Washington. Mr. Madison +and all his Cabinet were as pleased as any, but did not show their joy +in this manner. + +Mrs. Madison was a remarkably fine woman. She was beloved by every body +in Washington, white and colored. Whenever soldiers marched by, during +the war, she always sent out and invited them in to take wine and +refreshments, giving them liberally of the best in the house. Madeira +wine was better in those days than now, and more freely drank. In the +last days of her life, before Congress purchased her husband's papers, +she was in a state of absolute poverty, and I think sometimes suffered +for the necessaries of life. While I was a servant to Mr. Webster, he +often sent me to her with a market-basket full of provisions, and told +me whenever I saw anything in the house that I thought she was in need +of, to take it to her. I often did this, and occasionally gave her +small sums from my own pocket, though I had years before bought my +freedom of her. + +Mr. Madison, I think, was one of the best men that ever lived. I never +saw him in a passion, and never knew him to strike a slave, although he +had over one hundred; neither would he allow an overseer to do it. +Whenever any slaves were reported to him as stealing or "cutting up" +badly, he would send for them and admonish them privately, and never +mortify them by doing it before others. They generally served him very +faithfully. He was temperate in his habits. I don't think he drank a +quart of brandy in his whole life. He ate light breakfasts and no +suppers, but rather a hearty dinner, with which he took invariably but +one glass of wine. When he had hard drinkers at his table, who had put +away his choice Madeira pretty freely, in response to their numerous +toasts, he would just touch the glass to his lips, or dilute it with +water, as they pushed about the decanters. For the last fifteen years +of his life he drank no wine at all. + +After he retired from the presidency, he amused himself chiefly on his +farm. At the election for members of the Virginia Legislature, in 1829 +or '30, just after General Jackson's accession, he voted for James +Barbour, who had been a strong Adams man. He also presided, I think, +over the Convention for amending the Constitution, in 1832. + +After the news of peace, and of General Jackson's victory at New +Orleans, which reached here about the same time, there were great +illuminations. We moved into the Seven Buildings, corner of 19th-street +and Pennsylvania Avenue, and while there, General Jackson came on with +his wife, to whom numerous dinner-parties and levees were given. Mr. +Madison also held levees every Wednesday evening, at which wine, punch, +coffee, ice-cream, &c., were liberally served, unlike the present +custom. + +While Mr. Jefferson was President, he and Mr. Madison (then his +Secretary of State) were extremely intimate; in fact, two brothers could +not have been more so. Mr. Jefferson always stopped over night at Mr. +Madison's, in going and returning from Washington. + +I have heard Mr. Madison say, that when he went to school, he cut his +own wood for exercise. He often did it also when at his farm in +Virginia. He was very neat, but never extravagant, in his clothes. He +always dressed wholly in black--coat, breeches, and silk stockings, with +buckles in his shoes and breeches. He never had but one suit at a time. +He had some poor relatives that he had to help, and wished to set them +an example of economy in the matter of dress. He was very fond of +horses, and an excellent judge of them, and no jockey ever cheated him. +He never had less than seven horses in his Washington stables while +President. + +He often told the story, that one day riding home from court with old +Tom Barbour (father of Governor Barbour), they met a colored man, who +took off his hat. Mr. M. raised his, to the surprise of old Tom; to whom +Mr. M. replied, "I never allow a negro to excel me in politeness." +Though a similar story is told of General Washington, I have often heard +this, as above, from Mr. Madison's own lips. + +After Mr. Madison retired from the presidency, in 1817, he invariably +made a visit twice a year to Mr. Jefferson--sometimes stopping two or +three weeks--till Mr. Jefferson's death, in 1826. + +I was always with Mr. Madison till he died, and shaved him every other +day for sixteen years. For six months before his death, he was unable to +walk, and spent most of his time reclined on a couch; but his mind was +bright, and with his numerous visitors he talked with as much animation +and strength of voice as I ever heard him in his best days. I was +present when he died. That morning Sukey brought him his breakfast, as +usual. He could not swallow. His niece, Mrs. Willis, said, "What is the +matter, Uncle Jeames?" "Nothing more than a change of _mind_, my dear." +His head instantly dropped, and he ceased breathing as quietly as the +snuff of a candle goes out. He was about eighty-four years old, and was +followed to the grave by an immense procession of white and colored +people. The pall-bearers were Governor Barbour, Philip P. Barbour, +Charles P. Howard, and Reuben Conway; the two last were neighboring +farmers. + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57438.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57438.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..76a887340b518f9288b3bab2f39bc6d5d62a269d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57438.txt @@ -0,0 +1,420 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + GLOVE + LORE + + [Illustration] + + THE PARIS GLOVE STORE + + S. W. LAIRD & CO. + + 390 MAIN STREET + + BUFFALO + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Copyrighted 1897._ + + OTIS H. KEAN & CO., + Compilers and Publishers + Advertising Literature, + Buffalo, N. Y. + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + +[Illustration] + + + + + _Introductory._ + + +In presenting our Brochure on fall and winter gloves, it occurred to us +that a few facts bearing upon the historical phase of the subject would +not be amiss, and, though necessarily brief, we trust may prove +interesting to our readers. + +Our display of gloves for the present season shows the same +characteristic excellence which has always been our aim, and a range of +style and variety calculated to meet the requirements of the most +exacting buyer. + +We feel that in point of prices there is no need to make mention, since +a liberal patronage is the truest indication of our policy in this +regard, and we can promise in the future the same “sterling worth” we +have given in the past. + +Attention is also called to our corset department, in the belief, that +for the lady who has not yet worn the Fascia Corset there awaits a real +revelation, the extent of which she can appreciate, only when once +encircled by the graceful curves of this, The Queen of all corsets. + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _The Birth of the Glove._ + + +[Illustration] + + + _“’Tis as I should entreat you, wear your glove.”_ + + —_Othello_. + +The first pair of gloves of which we have any record was the covering of +skins which Jacob wore upon his hands to deceive his blind father, and +it is a singular fact, that these hand-coverings, then used for +deception and treachery, came in time to be a pledge of faith, a token +of fidelity all over the world. The glove is unique in its universal use +to symbolize good faith, from the Oriental custom of giving the +purchaser a glove at the transfer of property, to its use as a love +favor and a challenge. + +Some authorities say that the use of gloves as a protection to the hands +was known to the cave-dwellers. However this may be, it certainly was to +the Romans and Greeks. + + +[Illustration] + + +In the Norman period we find gloves worn only by men, and even then they +were considered the appendages of the rich and great. They were an +important factor on all ceremonial occasions, and were consequently very +ornate and of rare material and workmanship, and many of them decorated +with precious stones. The gloves of bishops were of silk and linen, +richly embroidered, and those of monarchs were white with broad, pointed +cuff. The presentation of the royal gloves at the coronation ceremony is +a custom which still prevails, for in the records of Victoria’s +coronation is the Duke of Norfolk’s petition to present the Queen’s +coronation gloves. + +While we of to-day use gloves only as a protection and an ornament, in +the intervening centuries they had a significance aside from this. +Churchmen wore gloves as a sign of purity; judges, as a token of the +integrity of their office; men pledged their honor by their gloves; and +perhaps we may be pardoned for saying that this custom still survives +with us, since our gloves are sold “on honor.” + + +[Illustration: +A Walking Glove. + Two-Clasp Piqué Glacé. + Two-Toned Stitching. + $1.00 to $2.00.] + + +[Illustration] + + +[Illustration: +Gentleman’s Walking Glove. + English Cape Leather, + One Clasp at the Wrist, + Oak Tan and Red Shades are correct. + $1.00 to $2.25.] + + +[Illustration: +English Cape Leather + Riding and Coaching Glove. + In Havana-Browns and Red Shades. + $1.00 to $2.00.] + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Old Royal Gloves._ + + +Some of the gloves worn by royal personages still exist. We illustrate a +glove worn by England’s maiden queen, Elizabeth, and a very ornate +affair it is—of fine white leather, profusely embroidered in gold +thread, and having a yellow fringe and lined with drab silk. Elizabeth’s +hands were very beautiful, we are told, the charm of which she was wont +to display by the repeated removal of her gloves. DuMaurier writes how +he had heard from his father “that, having been sent to her, at every +audience he had with her majesty, she pulled off her gloves more than a +hundred times to display her hands, which, indeed, were very beautiful +and very white.” Either the royal hands were a deal larger than a lady +of our time would care to possess, or they knew not in those days the +grace of our perfect-fitting gloves, for those of Elizabeth’s are as +much as three and one-half inches across the palm, and have a thumb five +inches in length, the entire glove being about a half-yard. + +We are told that gloves were not adopted by the gentler sex as a class +until after the Reformation. But when once the fashion had taken hold of +the feminine mind, they made up by lavish ornamentation what they had +lost in time. Gloves of fine leather, with great cuffs elaborately +ornamented with exquisite embroidery in rich and delicate silks, wrought +with marvelous ingenuity and skill, now became a veritable mania. +Lace-trimmed gloves were also worn; and a language of the glove arose, +so that a secret correspondence could be carried on by certain knottings +of the fringe. + + +[Illustration] + + +Whatever may be said of the gloves of the past, they are at least +picturesque and interesting, as well as varied in style. + + +[Illustration: +A Theatre and Reception Glove. + Four-Button, White or Cream Glacé. + Broad Stitching of Black or Self-Color. + $1.00, $1.25, $1.50, $1.75, $2.00.] + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Perfumed Gloves._ + + + _“Gloves as sweet as + damask roses.” + Shakespeare._ + + +Thus did the peddler advertise his wares in the days of good Queen Bess. +While perfumed gloves were used in both France and Spain prior to this +time, it was the evident partiality of her dress-loving majesty that +brought about a veritable perfume craze. Housewives became learned in +the distillation of sweet waters, and the preparation of all manner of +sweet-smelling essences. Ladies vied with each other in a lavish +employment of scent. “All apparel was perfumed; hair and shoes and fans +gave out sweet-smelling savor, and all kinds of jewelry contained +cavities filled with strong essences. Perfumed gloves were not the least +conspicuous of these toilet accessories.” + +The ordinary method of perfuming the glove was to mix the substance or +odor with oil, and rub it into the glove, or else to prepare a pomatum +and smear it over the inner surface of the glove. Spain had now become +famous for her embroidered and perfumed gloves, and thus the preference +was shown for those of Spanish make, the fragrance of which was of a +very enduring character. + + +[Illustration] + + +This love of luxury and ultra-refinement now reached an extreme pitch. +As Shakespeare says: “The very winds were love-sick with perfume.” Into +their bath the fair ladies threw musk, amber, aloes, myrrh, cedar +leaves, lavender, mint, and other fragrant herbs and spices—everything +was made to give forth an aromatic fragrance—an unbridled luxury that +bid fair to outdo the fair dames of Rome. + +The use of perfumed gloves has never wholly died out. In France, and +even in America, Russia leather gloves are worn to this day, for the +sake of their aromatic quality. + +[Illustration: +A Semi-Dress Glove. + Two-Clasp or Four-Button. + Suéde or Glacé Kid. + $1.00 to $2.00.] + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Something About Gauntlets._ + + +[Illustration] + + +The use of the glove as a challenge, carries us back to the chivalrous +days of the armoured knights and ladies fair: the blare of trumpets, the +neighing of steeds, the ring of steel as the gauntlet is flung into the +lists, and the hush as it is taken up; the lance in rest, the clash of +conflict—all, happily, but the romantic picture of the past. + +The use of the glove as a gage is very ancient, and it involved the very +highest point of honor. + +Besides its use in the courts of chivalry, the glove was used in appeals +of felony, and in civil disputes as to property. If a man accused of +crime took his accuser’s glove on the point of his sword, and in the +ensuing combat came out victorious, it was considered sufficient proof +of his innocence. The same was true as to disputed ownership of land. + +When the sovereign of England was crowned, it was customary for a knight +to appear as champion, casting down the gauntlet, and challenging to +mortal combat any who dared gainsay the monarch’s right. This ceremony +was in use for the last time at the coronation of George IV. + +When two knights rode together in combat, it would often happen that one +wore in his helmet a dainty glove, a glove far different indeed from the +steel one he had so recently taken up, the favor of some fair lady of +his love, who was perhaps looking down upon him then. Thus he was for a +second time bound to quit himself valiantly by the same token of a +glove; a slight thing enough, but one which has ever been bound up with +ideas of honor and deeds of knightly valor. + + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration A Full-Dress Glove. + $1.50 to $4.00.] + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + _Some Historical Gloves._ + + +[Illustration] + + +Among others of the gloves that remain from those old days, is a +well-worn pair made of substantial leather, stitched with red and gold, +and with a border pinked in the wrist. Very unpretentious, indeed, +beside the hand-coverings of kings and queens and gilded nobles; yet +their very wrinkles mean more to the world than the whole of that gaudy +lot; for if tradition does not misinform us, these gloves were worn by +England’s greatest son, Shakespeare. What a world of meaning that phrase +attaches to these bits of leather, still bearing the imprint of the hand +that penned the masterpieces of our literature. + +We are reminded that the bard’s father was a glover by trade, and we of +to-day certainly have cause to rejoice that the son was not enamored of +his father’s following, for who knows but that the hand that startled +the world by its touch might only have plied a modest craft. + +Whatever may have been the shortcomings of the gloves of those days, +certain it is there could be no complaint as to variety. Old records +speak of “single gloves and gloves lin’d, top’d, lac’d, fringed with +gold, silver, silk, and fur, and gloves of velvet, satin, and taffety.” + +The practice of wearing gloves at night to impart delicacy to the skin +was common, in the seventeenth century, to gentlemen as well as ladies. +To even greater lengths did the fairer sex go towards beautifying their +complexion. It was not uncommon to wear gloves lined with unguents, or +to cover the face with a mask plastered inside with a perfumed pomade. +Some steeped slices of raw veal in milk and laid them on the face. +“Young and tender beauties bathed in milk; beauties who were no longer +young, and far from tender, bathed in wine or the like.” Gloves of +chicken skin were thought to have peculiar virtue, and were worn at +night to make the hands soft and white. They were so fine in texture +that they could be packed in a nut-shell, and were prized by cavaliers +as dainty gifts for their lady-loves. + + +[Illustration] + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + +[Illustration: +_Fascia_] + + + _Fascia._ + + +When we introduced the Fascia Corset to the ladies of Buffalo, some +three years since, it was in direct competition with all the most widely +known makes. We were confident that the Fascia was superior to any of +these, and that an article of such unqualified merit must eventually win +the place it so markedly deserved. + +The constant increase in the demand for Fascia Corsets shows +conclusively in what regard they are now held by the ladies of Buffalo. + +The Fascia is a Parisian-made corset, molded upon the forms of living +models; thus, in the graceful flow of its lines, it reflects nature’s +own handiwork. It is made up in French Coutille, French Zanilla, and +Figured Italian Cloth, making a durable as well as a beautiful corset. +The whole corset is carefully and thoroughly made, and only the very +finest quality of Greenland Whalebone is used in its manufacture. + +In short, it is the crowning masterpiece of the corset-maker’s art. +Attention is called to the accompanying illustrations, which suggest +some of our latest models. + + + + +[Illustration: +Black $3.00 Fascia.] + + + + +[Illustration: +White $10.00 Fascia.] + + + + +[Illustration: +White Fascia, $7.50. + Black Fascia, $8.00.] + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + ● Transcriber’s Notes: + ○ Illustrations were moved slightly to better match the printed + page. + ○ Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only + when a predominant form was found in this book. + ○ Text that was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57478.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57478.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..f5d8b862e3c5231f79e3d732fede583ea5c90dc1 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57478.txt @@ -0,0 +1,504 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF ARTHUR COLTON + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE BELTED SEAS + +## THE DEBATABLE LAND + +## BENNIE BEN CREE + +## PORT ARGENT + +## THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS + +## TIOBA, AND OTHER TALES + +## THE CRUISE OF THE VIOLETTA + +## HARPS HUNG UP IN BABYLON + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + + + + + +THE BELTED SEAS +By Arthur Colton + + + + + +CONTENTS + +THE BELTED SEAS + +CHAPTER I. — PEMBERTON'S. + +CHAPTER II. — THE “HEBE MAITLAND.” CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'S NARRATIVE. + +CHAPTER III. — THE HOTEL HELEN MAR. THE NARRATIVE CONTINUED. + +CHAPTER IV. — SADLER IN PORTATE. THE NARRATIVE CONTINUED. + +CHAPTER V. — END OF THE HOTEL HELEN MAR. CONTINUATION OF CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'S NARRATIVE. + +CHAPTER VI. — TORRE ANANIAS. WHY CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM DID NOT GO BACK TO GREENOUGH. + +CHAPTER VII. — LIEBCHEN. THE EWIGWEIBLICHE. THE NARRATIVE RESUMED, WITH THE LOSS OF THE “ANACONDA”. + +CHAPTER VIII. — SADLER IN SALERATUS. THE GREEN DRAGON PAGODA. THE NARRATIVE GOES ON. + +CHAPTER IX. — KING JULIUS. + +CHAPTER X. — THE KIYI PROPOSITION—SADLER CONCLUDED. + +CHAPTER XI. — THE VOYAGE OF THE “VOODOO”.—NARRATIVE CONTINUED. + +CHAPTER XII. — THE FLANNAGAN AND IMPERIAL—CONTINUING THE NARRATIVE. + +CHAPTER XIII. — FLANNAGAN AND STEVEY TODD—CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM RETURNS TO GREENOUGH—THE NARRATIVE CONTINUED. + +CHAPTER XIV. — CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM VISITS ADRIAN. ANDREW AND MADGE MCCULLOCH AND BILLY CORLISS. CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'S NARRATIVE ENDS. + +CHAPTER XV. — CONCLUSION OF THE WHOLE. + + + +"THE +DEBATABLE +LAND" A41963 +A Novel + + +By +Arthur Colton +Contents +PART I +CHAPTER PAGE +I. "Hinter die Kirche blühe die blaue Blumeleft der Zufriedenheit" 3 +II. Of Thaddeus Bourn and his Purposes 11 +III. Of Morgan Map and his Purposes 24 +IV. In which Thaddeus uses the term "Moral Justification" 32 +V. Introducing Hamilton and Saint Mary's Organ 41 +VI. Introducing Gard Windham and the Brotherhood of Consolation 56 +VII. Introducing Moselle and Mavering 71 +VIII. Of Mrs. Mavering, and of the Philosophy of the Individual 85 +IX. Of Estates in Happiness 99 +X. Of Spring in Hamilton—Of Thaddeus's Opportunity to be Candid 118 +XI. The Whirlpool—Mr. Paulus's Reminiscences of Women 135 + +PART II +XII. Antietam 149 +XIII. In which Appears a General of Division, and one of "the Brethren" 164 +XIV. In which Mavering Concludes that Cavalry Officers as a Class are Eccentric and Deep 181 +XV. Treats of the Distribution of Tracts in the Valley of the Shenandoah 192 +XVI. Which Discloses one Daddy Joe, and Disposes of an Evangelist 207 +XVII. On the Question of the Exact Location of the Divinity which is Ultimately Called Worth While 223 +XVIII. In which there is Discovered a Compunction 235 +XIX. In which Windham Drops Out of the Fight—and Mavering Remarks on Human Adaptability 253 +XX. Treats of Further Incidents in the House with the White Door 264 +XXI. In which We Go Down the River and Return 274 +XXII. Of Mavering, who Disappears—Of the Gray Poet—Of Morgan, Who Appears Once More 286 +XXIII. The End 307 + + + + + + + + + +BENNIE BEN CREE +Being the Story of his Adventure to Southward in the Year '62 +By Arthur Colton + + + +CONTENTS + +BENNIE BEN CREE + +CHAPTER I.—BENSON AND CREE—THE COMMODORE INN, FORE AND AFT; AND A POINT STATED BY MY UNCLE BENSON. + +CHAPTER II.—LACRIMÆ RERUM—THE THREE MEN IN THE PUBLIC. + +CHAPTER III.—DOWN THE COAST—CAVARLY'S PLAN. + +CHAPTER IV.—I TALK WITH CALHOUN AND THE “OCTARARA” GOES EAST AND WEST. + +CHAPTER V.—TOMMY TODD'S. + +CHAPTER VI.—THE DISMAL CANAL. + +CHAPTER VII.—WE COME TO A RIVER CALLED ELIZABETH, AND TO ANOTHER CALLED JAMES—CONCLUSION. + + + + + + + + + + + +PORT ARGENT 50269 +A Novel +By Arthur Colton +1904 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I—PULSES + +CHAPTER II—RICHARD THE SECOND + +CHAPTER III—CAMILLA + +CHAPTER IV—MUSCADINE STREET + +CHAPTER V—TECUMSEH STREET + +CHAPTER VI—ALCOTT AIDEE + +CHAPTER VII—THE THIRD LAMP + +CHAPTER VIII—MECHANICS + +CHAPTER IX—HICKS + +CHAPTER X—MACCLESFIELD'S BRIDGE + +CHAPTER XI—THE BROTHERS + +CHAPTER XII—AIDEE AND CAMILLLA + +CHAPTER XIII—IN WHICH HICKS IS BUSY + +CHAPTER XIV—IN WHICH HICKS COMES TO HIS REST + +CHAPTER XV—HENNION AND SHAYS + +CHAPTER XVI—CAMILLA GOES TO THE ASSEMBLY HALL + +CHAPTER XVII—AIDEE—CAMILLA—HENNION + +CHAPTER XVIII—T. M. SECOR—HENNION—CAMILLA + + + + +THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS +By Arthur Colton +1901 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE PLACE OF THE ABANDONED GODS + +THE LEATHER HERMIT + +BLACK POND CLEARING + +JOPPA + +THE ELDER' SEAT + +THE ROMANCE OF THE INSTITUTE + +NAUSICAA + +SANDERSON OF BACK MEADOWS + +TWO ROADS THAT MEET IN SALEM + +A VISIBLE JUDGMENT + +THE EMIGRANT EAST + +TOBIN'S MONUMENT + +THE CONCLUSION BY THE WAYFARERS + + + +CHAPTER XIX—CONCLUSION + + + + + + +TIOBA, AND OTHER TALES +By Arthur Colton +1903 + + + +CONTENTS + +TIOBA + +A MAN FOR A' THAT + +THE GREEN GRASSHOPPER + +THE ENEMIES + +A NIGHT'S LODGING + +ON EDOM HILL + +SONS OF R. RAND + +CONLON + +ST CATHERINE'S + +THE SPIRAL STONE + +THE MUSIDORA SONNET + + + + + + +THE CRUISE OF THE VIOLETTA 50272 +By Arthur Colton +1906 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I—DR. ULSWATER + +CHAPTER II—MRS. MINK + +CHAPTER III—AND THE TWENTY PATRIOTS + +CHAPTER IV—THE TROPIC AND THE TEMPERATE + +CHAPTER V—FIRST DOCUMENT. DR. ULSWATER'S NARRATIVE: FIRST ADVENTURE + +CHAPTER VI—SECOND ADVENTURE + +CHAPTER VII—THIRD ADVENTURE + +CHAPTER VIII—PROFESSOR SIMPSON AGAIN + +CHAPTER IX—CONCLUSION OF DR. ULSWATER'S FIRST MANUSCRIPT + +CHAPTER X—SECOND DOCUMENT. DR. ULSWATER'S NARRATIVE CONTINUES: SUSANNAH + +CHAPTER XI—RAM NAD + +CHAPTER XII—RAM NAD CONTINUED + +CHAPTER XIII—CONCLUSION OF DR. ULSWATER'S SECOND MANUSCRIPT + +CHAPTER XIV—DR. ULSWATER'S NARRATIVE CONTINUES: THE ISLAND OF LUA + +CHAPTER XV—SADLER + +CHAPTER XVI—AT THE PALACE + +CHAPTER XVII—MRS. ULSWATER TAKES ACTION + +CHAPTER XVIII—CONCLUSION OF DR. ULSWATER'S THIRD MANUSCIPT + +CHAPTER XIX—DR. ULSWATER'S NARRATIVE CONTINUES: THE MYSTERY OF GEORGIANA AND DELORES + +CHAPTER XX—THE BALLAD OF GEORGIANA AND DELORES + +FOOTNOTES BY JAMES ULSWATER. + +CHAPTER XXI—SUSANNAH AND RAM NAD + +CHAPTER XXII—CONCLUSION OF DR. ULSWATER'S LAST MANUSCIPT + +CHAPTER XXIII—I RESUME THE NARRATIVE. THE PORTATE ULTIMATUM + +CHAPTER XXIV—THE ARREST + +CHAPTER XXV—MRS. ULSWATER'S INSURRECTION + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE TRUCE + +CHAPTER XXVII—ON BOARD THE VIOLETTA + +CHAPTER XXVIII—HANNAH ATKINS + +CHAPTER XXIX—MR. JAMISON + +CHAPTER XXX—MR. DORCAS + +CHAPTER XXXI—SUSANNAH—END OF THE VOYAGE OF THE VIOLETA + +CHAPTER XXXII—ZIONVILLE + +CHAPTER XXXIII—WILLIAM C. JONES AND LOUISA + +CHAPTER XXXIV—AMBASSADORS FROM ZIONVILLE + +CHAPTER XXXV—THE END + + + + + + +HARPS HUNG UP IN BABYLON 52456 +By Arthur Colton +1907 + + + + + +CONTENTS + +WEST-EASTERLY MORALITIES + +THE CAPTIVE + +THE PILGRIM + +ALLAH'S TENT + +THE POET AND THE FOUNTAIN + +THE CHENEAUX ISLANDS + +THE SHEPHERD AND THE KNIGHT + +THE HERB OF GRACE + +VERSES FROM "THE CANTICLE OF THE ROAD" + +FAUSTINE + +SOMETIME IT MAY BE + +WHEN ALL THE BROOKS HAVE RUN AWAY + +ONE HOUR + +HEIRS OF TIME + +WHO MAY WITH THE SHREWD HOURS STRIVE? + +LET ME NO MORE A MENDICANT + +CURARE SEPULTOS + +TO-MORROW + +SNOW + +BY THE SEA + +IN PORT TO-DAY + +AS WE GROW OLD + +WAYFARERS + +THE HOUSE + +SONNETS + +THE HILLS + +WORDSWORTH + +THE WATER-LILY + +THE THRUSH + +THE ROMAN WAY + +FOLLY + +CONCERNING TABITHA'S DANCING OF THE MINUET + +AN IDYL OF THE WOOD + +PHYLLIS AND CORYDON + +MAYING + +TWO LITTLE MAIDS + +TWENTY YEARS HENCE + +WITHOUT THE GATE + +ANCIEN M'SIEU PIERRE + +CHRISTMAS EVE + +THE CAROL SINGER + +ARCADIE. I + +ARCADIE. II + +LAST YEAR'S NEST + +EPILOGUE TO A BOOK OF UNIMPORTANT VERSES + +FINIS + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Index for Works of Arthur Colton, by Arthur Colton + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57485.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57485.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..c02512f31058887ad0c7138511f2429a97161d8d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57485.txt @@ -0,0 +1,530 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF ANDREW BARTON 'BANJO' PATERSON + +By Andrew Barton Paterson + +Compiled by David Widger + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER AND OTHERS + +## RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE AND OTHER VERSES + +## THREE ELEPHANT POWER AND OTHER STORIES + +## SALTBUSH BILL, J.P., AND OTHER VERSES + +## AN OUTBACK MARRIAGE + +THE OLD BUSH SONGS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +< +THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER AND OTHER VERSES +(Second edition) + + +by Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson + + + + CONTENTS + + + Preface + + Prelude + + Contents with First Lines: + + + THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER AND OTHER VERSES + + The Man from Snowy River + + Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve + + Clancy of the Overflow + + Conroy's Gap + + Our New Horse + + An Idyll of Dandaloo + + The Geebung Polo Club + + The Travelling Post Office + + Saltbush Bill + + A Mountain Station + + Been There Before + + The Man Who Was Away + + The Man from Ironbark + + The Open Steeplechase + + The Amateur Rider + + On Kiley's Run + + Frying Pan's Theology + + The Two Devines + + In the Droving Days + + Lost + + Over the Range + + Only a Jockey + + How M'Ginnis Went Missing + + A Voice from the Town + + A Bunch of Roses + + Black Swans + + The All Right 'Un + + The Boss of the 'Admiral Lynch' + + A Bushman's Song + + How Gilbert Died + + The Flying Gang + + Shearing at Castlereagh + + The Wind's Message + + Johnson's Antidote + + Ambition and Art + + The Daylight is Dying + + In Defence of the Bush + + Last Week + + Those Names + + A Bush Christening + + How the Favourite Beat Us + + The Great Calamity + + Come-by-Chance + + Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill + + Jim Carew + + The Swagman's Rest + + [From the section of Advertisements at the end of the 1911 printing.] + + + + + +RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE +AND OTHER VERSES + + +by A. B. Paterson + + + + CONTENTS + + + Contents with First Lines + + RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE AND OTHER VERSES + + Rio Grande's Last Race + + By the Grey Gulf-water + + With the Cattle + + Mulga Bill's Bicycle + + The Pearl Diver + + The City of Dreadful Thirst + + Saltbush Bill's Gamecock + + Hay and Hell and Booligal + + A Walgett Episode + + Father Riley's Horse + + The Scotch Engineer + + Song of the Future + + Anthony Considine + + Song of the Artesian Water + + A Disqualified Jockey's Story + + The Road to Gundagai + + Saltbush Bill's Second Fight + + Hard Luck + + Song of the Federation + + The Old Australian Ways + + The Ballad of the 'Calliope' + + Do They Know + + The Passing of Gundagai + + The Wargeilah Handicap + + Any Other Time + + The Last Trump + + Tar and Feathers + + It's Grand + + Out of Sight + + The Road to Old Man's Town + + The Old Timer's Steeplechase + + In the Stable + + "He Giveth His Beloved Sleep" + + Driver Smith + + There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down + + On the Trek + + The Last Parade + + With French to Kimberley + + Johnny Boer + + What Have the Cavalry Done + + Right in the Front of the Army + + That V.C. + + Fed Up + + Jock! + + Santa Claus + + + From a section of Advertisements, 1909. + + THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER, + + RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE, AND OTHER VERSES. + + + Biographical Note: + + + + + +THREE ELEPHANT POWER +AND OTHER STORIES +by Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson + + + + CONTENTS + + + THREE ELEPHANT POWER + + THE ORACLE + + THE CAST-IRON CANVASSER + + THE MERINO SHEEP + + THE BULLOCK + + WHITE-WHEN-HE'S-WANTED + + THE DOWNFALL OF MULLIGAN'S + + THE AMATEUR GARDENER + + THIRSTY ISLAND + + DAN FITZGERALD EXPLAINS + + THE CAT + + SITTING IN JUDGMENT + + THE DOG + + THE DOG—AS A SPORTSMAN + + CONCERNING A STEEPLECHASE RIDER + + VICTOR SECOND + + CONCERNING A DOG-FIGHT + + HIS MASTERPIECE + + DONE FOR THE DOUBLE, By Knott Gold + + Chapter I.—WANTED, A PONY + + Chapter II.—BLINKY BILL'S SACRIFICE + + Chapter III.—EXIT ALGY + + Chapter IV.—RUNNING THE RULE + + Chapter V.—THE TRICKS OF THE TURF + + + + + +SALTBUSH BILL, J.P., AND OTHER VERSES + + +By A. B. Paterson + + +[Andrew Barton (“Banjo”) Paterson, Australian poet & journalist. 1864-1941.] + + + + CONTENTS + + + SALTBUSH BILL, J.P., AND OTHER VERSES + + + Song of the Pen + + Song of the Wheat + + Brumby's Run + + Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs + + The Reverend Mullineux + + The Wisdom of Hafiz + + Saltbush Bill, J.P. + + The Riders in the Stand + + Waltzing Matilda + + An Answer to Various Bards + + T.Y.S.O.N. + + As Long as your Eyes are Blue + + Bottle-O! + + The Story of Mongrel Grey + + Gilhooley's Estate + + The Road to Hogan's Gap + + A Singer of the Bush + + “Shouting” for a Camel + + The Lost Drink + + Mulligan's Mare + + The Matrimonial Stakes + + + The Mountain Squatter + + Pioneers + + Santa Claus in the Bush + + “In Re a Gentleman, One” + + The Melting of the Snow + + A Dream of the Melbourne Cup + + The Gundaroo Bullock + + Lay of the Motor-Car + + The Corner Man + + When Dacey Rode the Mule + + The Mylora Elopement + + The Pannikin Poet + + Not on It + + The Protest + + The Scapegoat + + An Evening in Dandaloo + + A Ballad of Ducks + + Tommy Corrigan + + The Maori's Wool + + The Angel's Kiss + + Sunrise on the Coast + + The Reveille + + + + + +AN OUTBACK MARRIAGE + + + +By Andrew Barton Paterson + + + + CONTENTS + + + CHAPTER I. IN THE CLUB + + CHAPTER II. A DINNER FOR FIVE + + CHAPTER III. IN PUSH SOCIETY + + CHAPTER IV. THE OLD STATION + + CHAPTER V. THE COMING OF THE HEIRESS + + CHAPTER VI. A COACH ACCIDENT + + CHAPTER VII. MR. BLAKE'S RELATIONS + + CHAPTER VIII. AT THE HOMESTEAD + + CHAPTER IX. SOME VISITORS + + CHAPTER X. A LAWYER IN THE BUSH + + CHAPTER XI. A WALK IN THE MOONLIGHT + + CHAPTER XII. MR. BLAKE BREAKS HIS ENGAGEMENT + + CHAPTER XIII. THE RIVALS + + CHAPTER XIV. RED MICK AND HIS SHEEP DOGS + + CHAPTER XV. A PROPOSAL AND ITS RESULTS + + CHAPTER XVI. THE ROAD TO NO MAN'S LAND + + CHAPTER XVII. CONSIDINE + + CHAPTER XVIII. THE WILD CATTLE + + CHAPTER XIX. A CHANCE ENCOUNTER + + CHAPTER XX. A CONSULTATION AT KILEY'S + + CHAPTER XXI. NO COMPROMISE + + CHAPTER XXII. A NURSE AND HER ASSISTANT + + CHAPTER XXIII. HUGH GOES IN SEARCH + + CHAPTER XXIV. THE SECOND SEARCH FOR CONSIDINE + + CHAPTER XXV. IN THE BUFFALO CAMP + + CHAPTER XXVI. THE SAVING OF CONSIDINE + + CHAPTER XXVII. THE REAL CERTIFICATE + + CHAPTER XXVIII. A LEGAL BATTLE + + CHAPTER XXIX. RACES AND A WIN + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57488.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57488.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ae1a0e5f4fc26f22b4da4abcf26ee6a39f5d976c --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57488.txt @@ -0,0 +1,996 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF HOLMAN DAY + +By Holman Day + +With hyperlinks to all Chapters of the Individual Ebooks + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +## THE LANDLOPER + +## BLOW THE MAN DOWN + +## WHEN EGYPT WENT BROKE + +## SQUIRE PHIN + +## PINE TREE BALLADS + +## WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS + +## THE OWL TAXI + +## THE RAINY DAY WAR + +## JOAN OF ARC OF THE NORTH WOODS + +## KING SPRUCE + +## UP IN MAINE + +THE SKIPPER AND THE SKIPPED + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + +THE LANDLOPER + + +* +THE ROMANCE OF A MAN ON FOOT + +By Holman Day + +1915 + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + THE LANDLOPER + + I + + II + + III + + IV + + V + + VI + + VII + + VIII + + IX + + X + + XI + + XII + + XIII + + XIV + + XV + + XVI + + XVII + + XVIII + + XIX + + XX + + XXI + + XXII + + XXIII + + XXIV + + XXV + + XXVI + + XXVII + + XXVIII + + XXIX + + XXX + + XXXI + + XXXII + + XXXIII + + + + + + + +WHEN EGYPT WENT BROKE + + +A NOVEL + +By Holman Day + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + WHEN EGYPT WENT BROKE + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + + CHAPTER V + + CHAPTER VI + + CHAPTER VII + + CHAPTER VIII + + CHAPTER IX + + CHAPTER X + + CHAPTER XI + + CHAPTER XII + + CHAPTER XIII + + CHAPTER XIV + + CHAPTER XV + + CHAPTER XVI + + CHAPTER XVII + + CHAPTER XVIII + + CHAPTER XIX + + CHAPTER XX + + CHAPTER XXI + + CHAPTER XXII + + CHAPTER XXIII + + CHAPTER XXIV + + CHAPTER XXV + + CHAPTER XXVI + + CHAPTER XXVII + + CHAPTER XXVIII + + CHAPTER XXIX + + CHAPTER XXX + + CHAPTER XXXI + + + + + + + + +THE RAINY DAY RAILROAD WAR +By Holman Day + +1906 + + CONTENTS + + + THE RAINY DAY RAILROAD WAR + + + CHAPTER ONE—THE TRYING-OUT OF ONE RODNEY PARKER, ASSISTANT ENGINEER + + CHAPTER TWO—THE WHIM THAT PROJECTED THE FAMOUS “POQUETTE CARRY RAILROAD” + + CHAPTER THREE—ENGINEER PARKER GETS FINAL ORDERS FOR “THE LAND OF THE GIDEONITES.” + + CHAPTER FOUR—IN WHICH THE DOUGHTY “SWAMP SWOGON” ASTONISHES SUNKHAZE SETTLEMENT + + CHAPTER FIVE—HOW COLONEL GIDEON WAS BACKED DOWN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE + + CHAPTER SIX—IN WHICH “THE CAT-HERMIT OF MOXIE” CASTS HIS SHADOW LONG BEFORE HIM + + CHAPTER SEVEN—HOW “THE FRESH-WATER CORSAIRS” CAME TO SUNKHAZE + + CHAPTER EIGHT—THE LOCOMOTIVE THAT WENT SWIMMING AND THE ENGINEER WHO WAS STOLEN + + CHAPTER NINE—UP THE WINDING WAY TO THE “OGRE OF THE BIG WOODS.” + + CHAPTER TEN—THE WANGAN DUEL + + CHAPTER ELEVEN—THE BEAR THAT WALKED LIKE A MAN + + CHAPTER TWELVE—THE STRANGE “CAT-HERMIT OF MOXIE” + + CHAPTER THIRTEEN—THE BEAR OF THE BIG WOODS “BAITED” AFTER HIS OWN FASHION + + CHAPTER FOURTEEN—HOW RODNEY PARKER PAID AN HONEST DEBT + + CHAPTER FIFTEEN—THE DAY WHEN POQUETTE BURST WIDE OPEN + + CHAPTER SIXTEEN—THE PACT THAT OPENED RODNEY PARKER'S PROFESSIONAL FUTURE + + + + + + + + BLOW THE MAN DOWN + A ROMANCE OF THE COAST + + + By Holman Day + + + + CONTENTS + + + BLOW THE MAN DOWN + + I ~ CAPTAIN BOYD MAYO GETS OUT OF SOUNDINGS + + II ~ THEN CAPTAIN MAYO SEES SHOALS + + III ~ THE TAVERN OF THE SEAS + + IV ~ OVER THE “POLLY'S” RAIL + + V ~ ON THE BRIDGE OF YACHT “OLENIA” + + VI ~ AND WE SAILED + + VII ~ INTO THE MESS FROM EASTWARD + + VIII ~ LIKE BUGS UNDER A THIMBLE + + IX ~ A MAN'S JOB + + X ~ HOSPITALITY, PER JULIUS MARSTON + + XI ~ A VOICE FROM HUE AND CRY + + XII ~ NO PLACE POR THE SOLES OP THEIR FEET + + XIII ~ A CAPTAIN OP HUMAN FLOTSAM + + XIV ~ BEARINGS FOR A NEW COURSE + + XV ~ THE RULES OF THE ROAD + + XVI ~ MILLIONS AND A MITE + + XVII ~ “EXACTLY!” SAID MR. FOGG + + XVIII ~ HOW AN ANNUAL MEETING WAS HELD—ONCE! + + XIX ~ THE PRIZE PACKAGE FROM MR. FOGG + + XX ~ TESTING OUT A MAN + + XXI ~ BITTER PROOF BY MORNING LIGHT + + XXII ~ SPECIAL BUSINESS OF A PASSENGER + + XXIII ~ THE MONSTER THAT SLIPPED ITS LEASH + + XXIV ~ DOWN A GALLOPING SEA + + XXV ~ A GIRL AND HER DEBT OF HONOR + + XXVI ~ THE FANGS OF OLD RAZEE + + XXVII ~ THE TEMPEST TURNS ITS CARD + + XXVIII ~ GIRL'S HELP AND MAN'S WORK + + XXIX ~ THE TOILERS OF OLD RAZEE + + XXX ~ THE MATTER OP A MONOGRAM IN WAX + + XXXI ~ THE BIG FELLOW HIMSELF + + XXXII ~ A GIRL'S DEAR “BECAUSE!” + + + + + + + + + + + + PINE TREE BALLADS + Rhymed Stories of Unplaned Human Natur’ Up in Maine + By Holman F. Day + + + + + + CONTENTS + + FOREWORD + + PINE TREE BALLADS + + OUR HOME FOLKS + + FEEDIN’ THE STOCK + + JOHN W. JONES + + DEED OF THE OLD HOME PLACE + + OUR HOME FOLKS + + THANKSGIVIN’ JIM + + “OLD POSH” + + THE SUN-BROWNED DADS OF MAINE + + “HEAVENLY CROWN” RICH + + OLD “FIGGER-FOUR” + + PHEBE AND ICHABOD + + WHEN OUR HERO COMES TO MAINE + + UNCLE TASCUS AND THE DEED + + SONGS OF THE SEA AND SHORE + + TALE OF A SHAG-EYED SHARK + + THE GREAT JEEHOOKIBUS WHALE + + “AS BESEEMETH MEN” + + THE NIGHT OF THE WHITE REVIEW + + THE BALLAD OF ORASMUS NUTE + + THE DORYMAN’S SONG + + WE FELLERS DIGGIN’ CLAMS + + DAN’L AND DUNK + + THE AWFUL WAH-HOOH-WOW + + SKIPPER JASON ELLISON + + BALLADS OF DRIVE AND CAMP + + THE RAPO-GENUS CHRISTMAS BALL + + BALLADS OF DRIVE AND CAMP + + WHEN THE ALLEGASH DRIVE GOES THROUGH + + THE KNIGHT OF THE SPIKE-SOLE BOOTS + + ’BOARD FOR THE ALLEGASH” + + THE WANGAN CAMP + + PLUG TOBACCO AT SOURDNAHUNK + + O’CONNOR FROM THE DRIVE + + JUST HUMAN NATURE + + BALLAD OF OZY B. ORR + + THE BALLAD OF “OLD SCRATCH” + + WHEN ’LISH PLAYED OX + + OLD “TEN PER CENT” + + DIDN’T BUST HIS FORK + + MEAN SAM GREEN + + DICKERER JIM + + BALLAD OF BENJAMIN BRANN + + THE HEIRS + + A. B. APPLETON, “PIRUT” + + NEXT TO THE HEART + + WITH LOVE—FROM MOTHER + + THE QUAKER WEDDING + + THE MADAWASKA WOOING + + THE SONG OF THE MAN WHO DRIVES + + THE OLD PEWTER PITCHER + + OUR GOOD PREVARICATORS + + OUR LIARS HERE IN MAINE + + THE BALLAD OF DOC PLUFF + + THE BALLAD OF HUNNEMAN TWO + + ORADUDOLPH MOODY, REPRESENTATIVE-ELECT + + TRIBUTE TO MR. ATKINS’S BASS VOICE + + JIM’S TRANSLATION + + ELIPHALET JONES—INVENTOR + + THE PANTS JEMIMY MADE + + BALLADS OF “CAPERS AND ACTIONS” + + BALLAD OF ELKANAH B. ATKINSON + + BALLAD OF OBADI FRYE + + AT THE OLD FOLKS’ WHANG + + IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD + + DRIVIN’ THE STAGE + + “DOC” + + ANOTHER “TEA REBELLION” + + “LIKE AN OLD COW’S TAIL” + + PASSING IT ALONG + + A SETTIN’ HEN + + BALLAD OF DEACON PEASLEE + + THE WORST TEACHER + + THE TUCKVILLE GRAND BALL + + THE ONE-RING SHOW + + THE SWITCH FOR HIRAM BROWN + + THE JUMPER + + ISHMAEL’S BREED + + + + + + + + + + + + + + WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS + Being the Personal Narrative of Ross Sidney, Diver + By Holman Day + + + + CONTENTS + + WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS + + I—BEING THE STRUGGLE OF AN AMATEUR AUTHOR TO GET A FAIR START + + II—ENDING WITH A MEETING ON PURGATORY HILL + + III—ON ACCOUNT OF A GIRL + + IV—THE TRAINING OF THE QUEEN OF “SHEBY” + + V—SHOOING AWAY A SCAPEGOAT + + VI—HAVING TO DO WITH JODREY VOSE’s MAKING OP A DIVER + + VII—THE PSYCHOLOGY OF A PLUG-HAT| + + VIII—“TAKING IT OUT” ON A SUIT OF CLOTHES + + IX—A GRISLY GAME OF BOWLS + + X—THE ART OF PUTTING ON A FRONT + + XI—THE FAILURE OF AN UNCLE-TAMER + + XII—STARTING SOMETHING IN LEVANT + + XIII—THE MAN WHO TALKED IN THE DARK + + XIV—THE KICK-BACKS IN THIS SAMARITAN BUSINESS + + XV—A TIP FROM MR. DAWLIN + + XVI—GRABBING A HUSBAND AND FATHER + + XVII—MONEY HAS LEGS + + XVIII—THE ECCENTRICITIES OF ROYAL CITY + + XIX—THE JOB Of AN ALTRUIST + + XX—ACROSS CALLAS + + XXI—THE SKIRMISH-LINE + + XXII—MONEY ON THE GALLOP + + XXIII—THE CLEAN-UP + + XXIV—HOW SWEET IS THE HOME-COMING, EH? + + XXV—GRATITUDE! + + XXVI—CAPTAIN HOLSTROM ET AL. + + XXVII—MR. BEASON HORNS IN + + XXVIII—SORTING THE CHECKER-BOARD CREW + + XXIX—THE TELLTALE RIBS + + XXX—THE LOCKS OF THE SAND + + XXXI—A TASTE OF BLOOD + + XXXII—PER MISTER MONKEY + + XXXIII—THE HEART OF THE MILLIONS + + XXXIV—AMONG THIEVES + + XXXV—SUBMARINE PICKPOCKETS + + XXXVI—THE TERROR FROM THE NORTH + + XXXVII—THE FRUIT OF THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE + + + + + + + + THE OWL TAXI + + BY HULBERT FOOTNER + + CONTENTS + + CHAPTER + + I The Transfer + II Greg's First Fare + III Greg's Second Fare + IV In the House on Ninth Street + V The Taxi Yard + VI Greg's Rival + VII The Undertaker + VIII The Hold-up + IX The Flivver as a Post-Office + X Amy's Story + XI The Ride Home + XII What the Little Black Book Contained + XIII De Socotra Hires T7011 Again + XIV Through the Streets + XV Nina + XVI The "Psychopathic Sanitarium" + XVII The Young Man with the Little Black Moustache + XVIII Blossom's Report + XIX The Abduction + XX Exit Senor Saunders + XXI Up-stairs and Down + XXII Nemesis + XXIII Conclusion + + + + + + + + + + + + SQUIRE PHIN + By Holman Day + + CONTENTS + + SQUIRE PHIN + + CHAPTER I—“HARD-TIMES” WHARFF COCKS HIS NOSE TO SNIFF TROUBLE + + CHAPTER II—“HIME” LOOK’S HOMECOMING WITH AN ELEPHANT + + CHAPTER III—FROM THE MOUTH OF MARRINER AMAZEEN + + CHAPTER IV—SQUIRE PHIN FINDS HYMEN’S TORCH BURNING HIS FINGERS + + CHAPTER V—HIRAM LOOK MEETS KLEBER WILLARD BRIEFLY AND BRISKLY + + CHAPTER VI—SQUIRE PHIN HAS A WORD OF BUSINESS WITH KING BRADISH + + CHAPTER VII—THE BUSINESS OF HUMAN HEARTS + + CHAPTER VIII—SQUIRE PHIN ACTS AS PEACEMAKER + + CHAPTER IX—SUMNER BADGER MAKES A WILL AND, UNWITTINGLY, A DISCLOSURE + + CHAPTER X—HIRAM LOOK PULLS IN SIMON PEAK FROM THE FLOTSAM OF LIFE + + CHAPTER XI—THE COMBINATION THAT PROVED TOO MUCH + + CHAPTER XII—THE LIVELY FIRST APPEARANCE OF “THE LOOK BROTHERS + + CHAPTER XIII—THE “COME-UPPANCE” OF CAPTAIN NYMPHUS BODFISH + + CHAPTER XIV—THE PACT OF “ORPHAN HILL” + + CHAPTER XV—SOME OF THE POSSIBILITIES IN A “CORNET BRASS BAND” + + CHAPTER XVI—THE DISAPPOINTING “TEST CASE” OF SUMNER BADGER, + + CHAPTER XVII—WHAT DEVELOPED AT THE FORUM IN ASA BRICKETT’S STORE, + + CHAPTER XVIII—YANKEE DISPOSITION IS NOT EXACTLY UNDERSTOOD, + + CHAPTER XIX—SQUIRE PHIN SEES AND REPLEVINS WHAT BELONGS TO HIM + + CHAPTER XX—PALERMO’S “MARCH MEETIN’” + + CHAPTER XXI—WHY HIRAM LOOK WENT OUT OF THE CIRCUS BUSINESS + + CHAPTER XXII—HOW SYLVENA WILLARD “TRIED IT ON THE DOG,” + + CHAPTER XXIII—HIRAM LOOK’S TWO LIVELY BUSINESS ENGAGEMENTS + + CHAPTER XXIV—THE CREDIT SHEET, AFTER THE LOOK + + CHAPTER XXV—AQUARIUS WHARFF SEES SOMETHING BESIDES HARD TIMES + + + + + + +JOAN OF ARC OF THE NORTH WOODS +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +CHAPTER ONE 1 +CHAPTER TWO 11 +CHAPTER THREE 18 +CHAPTER FOUR 25 +CHAPTER FIVE 30 +CHAPTER SIX 43 +CHAPTER SEVEN 53 +CHAPTER EIGHT 63 +CHAPTER NINE 75 +CHAPTER TEN 86 +CHAPTER ELEVEN 96 +CHAPTER TWELVE 109 +CHAPTER THIRTEEN 129 +CHAPTER FOURTEEN 139 +CHAPTER FIFTEEN 151 +CHAPTER SIXTEEN 167 +CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 183 +CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 200 +CHAPTER NINETEEN 212 +CHAPTER TWENTY 219 +CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 232 +CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 240 +CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE 248 +CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 261 +CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE 272 +CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX 285 +CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN 296 +CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 302 +CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE 326 +CHAPTER THIRTY 339 + + + + + + + +KING SPRUCE +CONTENTS +CHAP. PAGE +I. Up in “Castle Cut ’Em” 1 +II. The Heiress of “Oaklands” 17 +III. The Making of a “Chaney Man” 27 +IV. The Boss of the “Busters” 35 +V. During the Pugwash Hang-up 55 +VI. As Fought before the “It-’ll-git-ye Club” 62 +VII. On Misery Gore 78 +VIII. The Torch, and the Lighting of It 92 +IX. By Order of Pulaski D. Britt 104 +X. “Ladder” Lane’s Soirée 114 +XI. In the Barony of “Stumpage John” 127 +XII. The Code of Larrigan-land 142 +XIII. The Red Throat of Pogey 153 +XIV. The Message of “Prophet Eli” 164 +XV. Between Two on Jerusalem 174 +XVI. In the Path of the Big Wind 181 +XVII. The Affair at Durfy’s Camp 198 +XVIII. The Old Soubungo Trail 217 +XIX. The Home-makers of Enchanted 230 +XX. The Ha’nt of the Umcolcus 241 +XXI. The Man Who Came from Nowhere 256 +XXII. The Hostage of the Great White Silence 270 +XXIII. In the Matter of John Barrett’s Daughter 278 +XXIV. The Cheese Rind that Needed Sharp Teeth 293 +XXV. Sharpening Teeth on Pulaski Britt’s Whetstone 303 +XXVI. The Devil of the Hempen Strands 312 +XXVII. The “Canned Thunder” of Castonia 324 +XXVIII. “’Twas Done by Tommy Thunder” 341 +XXIX. The Parade Past Rodburd Ide’s Platform 352 +XXX. The Pact with King Spruce 361 +ILLUSTRATIONS +“‘I KNOW YOUR HEART’” Frontispiece +“WADE STOOD ABOVE THE FALLEN FOE” Facing p. 70 +“WRITHING AT HIS BONDS, HIS CONTORTED FACE +TOWARDS THE RED FLAMES GALLOPING UP THE +VALLEY” 172 +“‘WHAT I SAY ON THIS RIVER GOES!’” 334 + + + + + + +UP IN MAINE + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +'ROUND HOME + +AUNT SHAW’S PET JUG + +OLD BOGGS’S SLARNT + +CY NYE, PREVARICATOR + +UNCLE BENJY AND OLD CRANE + +“PLUG” + +THE SONG OF THE HARROW AND PLOW + +HOORAY FOR THE SEASON OF FAIRS + +HAD A SET OF DOUBLE TEETH + +GRAMPY’S LULLABY + +HOSKINS’S COW + +AN OLD STUN’ WALL + +THE STOCK IN THE TIE-UP + +EPHRUM WADE’S STAND-BY IN HAYING + +RESURRECTION OF EPHRUM WAY + +LOOK OUT FOR YOUR THUMB + +THE TRIUMPH OF MODEST MARIA + +SON HAS GOT THE DEED + +AN IDYL OF COLD WEATHER + +BUSTED THE “TEST YOUR STRENGTH” + +“WHEN A MAN GETS OLD” + +I’VE GOT THEM CALVES TO VEAL + +THE OFF SIDE OF THE COW + +THE LYRIC OF THE BUCK-SAW + +MISTER KEAZLE’S EPITAPH + +PLAIN OLD KITCHEN CHAP + +TAKIN’ COMFORT + +EPHRUM KEPT THREE DOGS + +LAY OF DRIED-APPLE PIE + +GRAMPY SINGS A SONG + +UNCLE MICAJAH STROUT + +THE TRUE STORY OF A KICKER + +MORAL. + +ZEK’L PRATT’S HARRYCANE + +THOSE PICKLES OF MARM’S + +“THE MAN I KNEW I KILLED” + +’LONG SHORE CRUISE OF THE “NANCY P.” + +TALE OF THE SEA-FARING MAN + +CAP’N NUTTER OF THE “PUDDENTAME” + +GOOD-BY, LOBSTER + +CURE FOR HOMESICKNESS + +ON THE OLD COAST TUB + +TALE OF THE KENNEBEC MARINER + +DRIVE, CAMP, AND WANGAN + +THE LAW ’GAINST SPIKE-SOLE BOOTS + +THE CHAP THAT SWINGS THE AXE + +THE SONG OF THE WOODS’ DOG-WATCH + +FIDDLER CURED THE CAMP + +THE SONG OF THE SAW + +DOWN THE TRAIL WITH GUM PACKS + +REAR O’ THE DRIVE + +MATIN SONG OF PETE LONG’S COOK + +OFF FOR THE LUMBER WOODS + +HERE’S TO THE STOUT ASH POLE + +MISTER WHAT’S-HIS-NAME OF SEBOOMOOK + +HA’NTS OF THE KINGDOM OF SPRUCE + +THE HERO OF THE COONSKIN CAP + +UP IN MAINE + +A HAIL TO THE HUNTER + +HOSSES + +THEM OLD RAZOOS AT TOPSHAM TRACK + +TO HIM WHO DRIV THE STAGE + +HE BACKED A BLAMED OLD HORSE + +B. BROWN—HOSS ORATOR + +“JEST A LIFT” + +BART OF BRIGHTON + +GOIN’ T’ SCHOOL + +THE PAIL I LUGGED TO SCHOOL + +THE PADDYWHACKS + +THAT MAYBASKET FOR MABEL FRY + +THE MYSTIC BAND + +AT THE OLD “GOOL” + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Index for Works of Holman Day, by Holman Day + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57491.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57491.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..9964a272fd476ce5be7a09a3ffcd96a67a722688 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57491.txt @@ -0,0 +1,191 @@ + + + +Transcribed from the June 1922 edition by David Price, email +ccx074@pglaf.org + +(1,000—W. 192-7-22). + + Great Western Railway. + + * * * * * + + + + + + INSTRUCTIONS. + + + * * * * * + + SUPERELEVATION OR “CANT.” + + EXPANSION OF RAILS. + + GAUGE AND CHECKING OF CURVES. + + * * * * * + + W. W. GRIERSON, + _Chief Engineer_. + +PADDINGTON, + _June_, _1922_. + + + + +SUPERELEVATION OR “CANT.” + + + _To be given to the Outer Rail in Curves ranging from 6 to 200 Chains + Radius_. + + Offset Radius MINIMUM “CANT.” MAXIMUM “CANT.” + (Length of + of Curve. + Cord 66 + ft.) + Outer For a Outer For a + rail maximum rail to maximum + to be speed of be speed of + raised. raised. + Inches. Chains. Inches. miles per Inches. miles per + hr. hr. + 16½ 6 3¾ 20 6 25 + 10 10 3½ 25 5⅛ 30 + 6⅝ 15 3⅜ 30 4⅝ 35 + 5 20 3½ 35 5¾ 45 + 4 25 2¾ 35 4⅝ 45 + 3¼ 30 3 40 4¾ 50 + 2¾ 35 2⅝ 40 4 50 + 2½ 40 2¼ 40 5⅛ 60 + 2¼ 45 2½ 45 4½ 60 + 2 50 2¼ 45 5⅝ 70 + 1⅝ 60 1⅞ 45 4⅝ 70 + 1⅜ 70 1⅝ 45 4 70 + 1¼ 80 1¾ 50 3½ 70 + 1⅛ 90 1½ 50 3⅛ 70 + 1 100 1⅜ 50 2¾ 70 + ⅞ 120 1⅛ 50 2⅜ 70 + ¾ 140 1 50 2 70 + ⅝ 160 ⅞ 50 1¾ 70 + ½ 200 ¾ 50 1⅜ 70 + +The amount of “cant” to be given to a curve is governed by the speed at +which trains run over it, and in no case must the raising of the outer +rail in Running Lines be less than is given in the column headed “Minimum +Cant,” except where necessary to meet special cases, as at switches, +crossings and junctions. In curves on falling gradients where high +speeds are run, the outer rail must be kept well up, while on rising +gradients a lesser “cant,” but within the limits of the latter, must be +given. On gradients on single lines the outer rail of curves must, as a +rule, be raised to suit the speed of descending trains. + +The superelevation must be gradually attained at the rate of 1 inch in +each 66 feet length as the curve is approached, maintained uniformly over +the whole length of the curve, and run out after passing the curve in the +same way. + +On reverse curves, or curves with very short pieces of straight between +them, the “cant” must be made gradually on the curves commencing at the +middle of the short piece of straight in the latter case. + + + +EXPLANATION. + + +Stretch a cord measuring exactly a chain (66 feet) across the inner side +of the curve, and measure the distance (C D) between the inner edge of +the rail and the cord, as shewn in sketch below. + +Look for this measurement in the column headed “Offset,” opposite to +which, in the column headed “Radius of Curve,” will be found the radius +of the curve in chains; and in the columns headed “Minimum Cant” or +“Maximum Cant” will be found how much the outer rail is to be raised +above the inner one, according to the speed of trains. + + [Picture: Diagram showing the above curve, offset etc.] + + + +EXAMPLE. + + +Suppose the distance between the inner edge of the rail and the cord at C +D is found to be 2½ inches, the column headed “Radius of Curve,” shews it +to have a curve of 40 chains radius; and those headed “Minimum Cant” or +“Maximum Cant” will shew that the outer rail must be raised 2¼ inches +higher than the inner one for a speed of 40 miles an hour, or 5⅛ inches +for a speed of 60 miles an hour. + + + + +EXPANSION OF RAILS. + + +In laying the 45 ft., 44 ft. 6 in., 39 ft. 5 in., 32 ft., 29 ft. and 26 +ft. lengths of rails, the following spaces must be left at the joints, +according to the temperature for the expansion and contraction of the +metal, viz.:— + + Air NATURE OF Length of Rail. + Temperature. WEATHER. + (Degrees + Fahrenheit.) + 45′ 0″ 32′ 0″ + 44′ 6″ 29′ 0″ + 39′ 5″ 26′ 0″ + 80 In hot Summer 5/32″ 3/32″ + weather + 60 In moderately ¼″ 3/16″ + cool weather + 30 In cold Winter 13/32″ 9/32″ + weather + +For laying down new permanent way iron expansion gauges, equal in +thickness to the respective spaces given, to be used. + +Wooden gauges must on no account be allowed. + +The expansion granges must, as far as possible, be allowed to remain in +the joints until they are properly fished up, and the road slewed into +its proper line and “topped.” + + + + +GAUGE AND CHECKING OF CURVES. + + +When laying new lines, or relaying in curves of 10 chains radius and +above in plain line work, the gauge of the road must be laid to the +standard width of 4 ft. 8½ in., but in curves of less than 10 chains +radius, worked over by Passenger and Goods Trains, the gauge may be +slightly eased according to the radius of the curve and other +circumstances. + +The check rail in plain road is to be second-hand bull-head rail, and all +curves of Passenger lines of 10 chains radius, and under, must be +continuously checked; the check rail in all cases to extend, where +possible, for a length of 50 feet or thereabouts outside the commencing +and terminating points of the curve to be checked. + +Continuous check chairs for plain road, are of two patterns, one allowing +a clearance of 1¾ in. to be used in curves of 10 chains radius, and the +other allowing a clearance of 2 in. to be used in curves under 10 chains, +both rails in each, case being level on top. + +In sharp reverse or “S” curves in plain line work where a piece of +straight line cannot be given, the junction of the two curves must be +laid with check rails on both sides, each check to be laid to cover the +other for a safe distance. + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57501.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57501.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..da171477658f42a70ea615210bdb063abd38dbab --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57501.txt @@ -0,0 +1,571 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF ROBERT W. BUCHANAN + +By Robert W. Buchanan + +Compiled by David Widger + + + +CONTENTS + +## FOXGLOVE MANOR, Vol. 1 + +## FOXGLOVE MANOR, Vol. 2 + +## FOXGLOVE MANOR, Vol. 3 + +## THE NEW ABELARD, Vol. 1 + +## THE NEW ABELARD, Vol. 2 + +## THE NEW ABELARD, Vol. 3 + +## MATT: A STORY OF A CARAVAN + +## LADY KILPATRICK + +## THE MARTYRDOM OF MADELINE + +## SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + +FOXGLOVE MANOR +A Novel +By Robert W. Buchanan +In Three Volumes, Vol. I. + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFATORY NOTE. + + +FOXGLOVE MANOR. + +CHAPTER I. ST. CUTHBERT’S. + +CHAPTER II. AT THE VICARAGE. + +CHAPTER III. “THERE IS A CHANGE!” + +CHAPTER IV. GEORGE HALDANE. + +CHAPTER V. THE LAMB AND THE SHEPHERD. + +CHAPTER VI. THE UNKNOWN GOD. + +CHAPTER VII. CELESTIAL AFFINITIES. + +CHAPTER VIII. A SICK-CALL. + +CHAPTER IX. A SUMMER SHOWER. + +CHAPTER X. THE KISS. + +CHAPTER XI. EDITH. + +CHAPTER XII. CONSCIENCE. + +CHAPTER XIII. IN THE LABORATORY. + + + + + + +FOXGLOVE MANOR +A Novel +By Robert W. Buchanan +In Three Volumes, Vol. II. + + + +CONTENTS + +FOXGLOVE MANOR. + +CHAPTER XIV. BAPTISTO STAYS AT HOME. + +CHAPTER XV. CONJURATION. + +CHAPTER XVI. AT THE OPERA. + +CHAPTER XVII. WALTER HETHERINGTON. + +CHAPTER XVIII. CHURCH BELLS—AND A DISCORD. + +CHAPTER XIX. HE IS BUT A LANDSCAPE PAINTER + +CHAPTER XX. IN THE GLOAMING. + +CHAPTER XXI. IN THE VICARAGE PARLOUR. + +CHAPTER XXII. AT THE VICARAGE. + +CHAPTER XXIII. DR. DUPRÉ’S ELIXIR. + +CHAPTER XXIV. THE EXPERIMENT. + +CHAPTER XXV. “BEWARE, MY LORD, OF JEALOUSY!” + +CHAPTER XXVI. FIRST LEAVES FROM A PHILOSOPHER NOTE-BOOK. + +CHAPTER XXVII. THE NOTE-BOOK CONTINUED NYMPH AND SATYR. + + + + + + +FOXGLOVE MANOR +A Novel +By Robert W. Buchanan +In Three Volumes, Vol. III. + + + +CONTENTS + +FOXGLOVE MANOR. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. A MONKISH TALE (FROM THE NOTE-BOOK). + +CHAPTER XXIX. HUSH-MONEY. + +CHAPTER XXX. “AND LO! WITHIN HER, SOMETHING LEAPT!” + +CHAPTER XXXI. A LAST APPEAL. + +CHAPTER XXXII. “FLIEH’! AUF’! HINAUS! IN’S WEITE LAND!” + +CHAPTER XXXIII. THE NOTE-BOOK AGAIN. + +CHAPTER XXXIV. BAITING A MOUSE-TRAP (FROM THE NOTEBOOK). + +CHAPTER XXXV. THE ASSIGNATION. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. A FUNERAL PEAL. + +CHAPTER XXXVII. THE DEATH-BED. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. TORTURE AND CONFESSION. + +CHAPTER XXXIX. GETHSEMANE. + +CHAPTER XL. THREE LETTERS. + + + + + + +THE NEW ABELARD +A Romance +By Robert Buchanan +In Three Volumes—Vol. I. +1884 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFATORY NOTE. + +THE NEW ABELARD + +CHAPTER I.—THE TWO. + +CHAPTER II.—OLD LETTERS. + +CHAPTER III.—THE BISHOP. + +CHAPTER IV.—WORLDLY COUNSEL. + +CHAPTER V.—‘MRS. MONTMORENCY.’ + +CHAPTER VI.—ALMA. + +CHAPTER VII.—A SIDE CURRENT. + +CHAPTER VIII.—MYSTIFICATIONS. + +CHAPTER IX.—FAREWELL TO FENSEA. + +CHAPTER X.—FROM THE POST-BAG. + + + + + + +THE NEW ABELARD +A Romance +By Robert Buchanan +In Three Volumes—Vol. II. +1884 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE NEW ABELARD + +CHAPTER XI.—AN ACTRESS AT HOME + +CHAPTER XII—IN A SICK ROOM. + +CHAPTER XIII.—A RUNAWAY COUPLE. + +CHAPTER XIV.—A MYSTERY. + +CHAPTER XV.—THE COUSINS. + +CHAPTER XVI.—IN THE VESTRY. + +CHAPTER XVII.—COUNTERPLOT. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—A SOLAR BIOLOGIST + +CHAPTER XIX.—EUSTASIA MAPLELEAFE. + +CHAPTER XX.—THE THUNDERCLAP. + +CHAPTER XXI.—THE CONFESSION. + + + + + + +THE NEW ABELARD +A Romance +By Robert Buchanan +In Three Volumes—Vol. III. +1884 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE NEW ABELARD + +CHAPTER XXII—FROM THE POST-BAG + +CHAPTER XXIII—ALMA’S WANDERINGS + +CHAPTER XXIV—GLIMPSES OF THE UNSEEN + +CHAPTER XXV—A CATASTROPHE + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE LAST LOOK + +CHAPTER XXVII—THE SIREN + +CHAPTER XXVIII—THE ETERNAL CITY + +CHAPTER XXIX.—THE NAMELESS GRAVE + +CHAPTER XXX—IN PARIS + +CHAPTER XXXI.—AMONG THE MOUNTAINS + +CHAPTER XXXII.—ANOTHER OLD LETTER + +CONCLUSION. + + + + + + +MATT +By Robert Buchanan +1897 + + + +CONTENTS + +MATT + +CHAPTER I.—FIRST GLIMPSE OF THE CARAVAN. + +CHAPTER II.—LEAVES FROM A YOUNG GENTLEMAN’S JOURNAL. + +CHAPTER III.—MATT MAKES HER FIRST APPEARANCE. + +CHAPTER IV.—INTRODUCES WILLIAM JONES AND HIS FATHER. + +CHAPTER V.—CONCLUDES WITH A KISS. + +CHAPTER VI.—ALSO CONCLUDES WITH A KISS. + +CHAPTER VII.—MATT GROWS MATRIMONIAL. + +CHAPTER VIII.—THE DEVIL’S CAULDRON. + +CHAPTER IX.—THE SECRET OF THE CAVE. + +CHAPTER X.—MYSTERIOUS BEHAVIOUR OF THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN. + +CHAPTER XI.—BURIED! + +CHAPTER XII.—WILLIAM JONES IS SERIOUS. + +CHAPTER XIII.—THE CARAVAN DISAPPEARS. + +CHAPTER XIV.—A BRIDAL PARTY AND A LITTLE SURPRISE. + +CHAPTER XV.—THE “MURDERED” MAN! + +CONCLUSION. + + + + + + +LADY KILPATRICK +By Robert Buchanan +1898 + + + +CONTENTS + +LADY KILPATRICK + +CHAPTER I.—INTRODUCES DESMOND AND DULCIE. + +CHAPTER II.—LORD KILPATRICK. + +CHAPTER III.—MR. PEEBLES RECEIVES A MESSAGE. + +CHAPTER IV.—A SURPRISE FOR DESMOND. + +CHAPTER V.—LADY DULCIE OFFERS CONSOLATION. + +CHAPTER VI.—THE MEETING IN THE GRAVEYARD. + +CHAPTER VII.—BLAKE, OF BLAKE’S HALL. + +CHAPTER VIII.—MOYA MACARTNEY. + +CHAPTER IX.—IN WHICH MISCHIEF IS BREWING. + +CHAPTER X.—ANOTHER INTERVIEW. + +CHAPTER XI.—MOTHER AND SON. + +CHAPTER XII.—MR. PEEBLES PREPARES FOR WAR. + +CHAPTER XIII.—FATHER AND SON. + +CHAPTER XIV.—LADY KILPATRICK. + +CHAPTER XV.—THE MOVING BOG. + +CHAPTER XVI.—IN WHICH LORD KILPATRICK NAMES HIS HEIR. + + + + + + +THE MARTYRDOM OF MADELINE +By Robert Buchanan +1889 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFATORY NOTE. + +THE MARTYRDOM OF MADELINE. + +PROLOGUE IN THE NIGHT. + +CHAPTER I.—A DANCING LESSON UNDER DIFFICULTIES. + +CHAPTER II.—‘UNCLE’ LUKE AND ‘UNCLE’ MARK. + +CHAPTER III.—EASTER SOLEMNITIES OF THE BRETHREN. + +CHAPTER IV.—UNCLE MARK PARTS WITH THE OLD BARGE. + +CHAPTER V.—UNCLE MARK SAILS UP THE SHINING RIVER. + +CHAPTER VI.—MADELINE IS ABOUT TO REALISE HER DREAM. + +CHAPTER VII.—INTRODUCES A DISTINGUISHED LITERARY BOHEMIAN. + +CHAPTER VIII.—UNCLE LUKE IS BROKEN-HEARTED. + +CHAPTER IX.—MADELINE FINDS NEW FRIENDS. + +CHAPTER X.—A TELEGRAPHIC THUNDERBOLT. + +CHAPTER XI.—THE HAWK AND THE DOVE. + +CHAPTER XII.—CAGED. + +CHAPTER XIII.—MADELINE AWAKES FROM HER DREAM. + +CHAPTER XIV.—DARKER DAYS. + +CHAPTER XV.—BELLEISLE SPREADS HIS NET. + +CHAPTER XVI.—‘WHICH DO YOU PITY?’ + +CHAPTER XVII.—THE BARS BROKEN. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—IMOGEN. + +CHAPTER XIX.—THE HARUM-SCARUMS. + +CHAPTER XX.—A PAINTER’S MODEL. + +CHAPTER XXI.—A WALK ACROSS HYDE PARK. + +CHAPTER XXII.—BLANCO SERENA. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—AT THE CLUB. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—WHITE BIDS A LAST FAREWELL TO BOHEMIA. + +CHAPTER XXV.—MADELINE CHANGES HER NAME. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—THE PUPIL OF THE IMPECCABLE. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—ADELE LAMBERT. + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—AT THE COUNTESS AURELIA’S. + +CHAPTER XXIX.—GAVROLLES. + +CHAPTER XXX.—IN THE TOILS. + +CHAPTER XXXI.—IN THE ROW. + +CHAPTER XXXII.—HUSBAND AND WIFE. + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—OLD JOURNALISM—AND NEW. + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—A SELF-CONSTITUTED CHAMPION. + +CHAPTER XXXV—MADELINE PREPARES FOR FLIGHT. + +CHAPTER XXXVI.—‘GOOD-BYE!’ + +CHAPTER XXXVII.—THE SEARCH. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII.—‘ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE’ + +CHAPTER XXXIX.—DUST TO DUST. + +CHAPTER XL.—‘RESURGAM.’ + +CHAPTER XLI.—THE SISTERS OF MOUNT EDEN. + +CHAPTER XLII.—EXIT GAVROLLES. + +CHAPTER XLIII.—ON BOULOGNE SANDS. + +CHAPTER XLIV.—‘JANE PEARTREE.’ + +CHAPTER XLV.—AN OLD PICTURE. + +CHAPTER XLVI.—HOW MADELINE ROSE AGAIN. + +EPILOGUE. + + + + + + +SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES +A Tale of Salt Lake City +With A Bibliographical Note +By Robert Buchanan +1896 + + + +CONTENTS + +ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES + +APPROACHING UTAH.—THE BOSS'S TALE. + +I—PASSING THE HANCHE. + +II—JOE WILSON GOES A-COURTING. + +III—SAINT AND DISCIPLE. + +IV—THE BOOK OF MORMON. + +V—JOE ENDS HIS STORY.—FIRST GLIMPSE OF UTAH. + +THE CITY OF THE SAINTS. + +AMONG THE PASTURES.—SUMMER EVENING DIALOGUE. + +WITHIN THE CITY.—SAINT ABE AND THE SEVEN. + +III—PROMENADE—MAIN STREET, UTAH. + +WITHIN THE SYNAGOGUE.—SERMONIZETH THE PROPHET. + +V—THE FALLING OF THE THUNDERBOLT + +VI—LAST EPISTLE OF ST. ABE TO THE POLYGAMISTS. + +THK FARM IN THE VALLEY—SUNSET. + +SUNSET IN NEW ENGLAND + +BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. + +ORIGINALLY PREFACED TO SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. + +SOME NOTICES OF THE FIRST EDITION. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57511.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57511.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3feb308caebfca14b6ec79eb73adde82e5ee3800 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57511.txt @@ -0,0 +1,368 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF RUTH OGDEN + +By Ruth Ogden + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + +CONTENTS + +## TATTINE + +## COURAGE + +## HIS LITTLE ROYAL HIGHNESS + +## A LOYAL LITTLE RED-COAT + +## A LITTLE QUEEN OF HEARTS + +## LITTLE HOMESPUN + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +TATTINE A1816 + + +by Ruth Ogden +[Mrs. Charles W. Ide] + + + +Contents +CHAPTER I. TROUBLE NO. 1 +CHAPTER II. A MAPLE-WAX MORNING +CHAPTER III. A SET OF SETTERS +CHAPTER IV. MORE TROUBLES +CHAPTER V. THE KIRKS AT HOME +CHAPTER VI. “IT IS THEIR NATURE TO.” + + + + + + + + + + + +COURAGE +A Story Wherein Every One Comes To The Conclusion That The Courage In Question Proved A Courage Worth Having +By Ruth Ogden +Illustrated by Frederick C. Gordon +With Twenty Original Illustrations +1891 + + + +CONTENTS + +COURAGE + + +CHAPTER I.—NAMED AT LAST. + +CHAPTER II.—ON THE WATCH. + +CHAPTER III.—LARRY COMES. + +CHAPTER IV.—MISS JULIA. + +CHAPTER V.—SYLVIA. + +CHAPTER VI.—ABOARD THE LIGHTER. + +CHAPTER VII.—“THE QUEEREST LITTLE PLACE.” + +CHAPTER VIII.—COURAGE DOES IT. + +L'ENVOI + + + + + + + + + + + +HIS LITTLE ROYAL HIGHNESS A51979 +By Ruth Ogden +Illustrated by W. Rainsey +1887 + + + +CONTENTS + +I.—CORONATION DAY + +II.—THE KING HOLDS AND INTERVIEW WITH SISTER JULIA + +III.—THE FAIRFAXES CALL ON THE MURRAYS + +IV. A SURPRISE FOR THE BODY GUARD + +V. GOODNIGHT AND GOODBYE + +VI. IN THE HIGHLAND LIGHT + +VII.—A TRIP TO BURCHARD'S + +VIII.—ON THE WAY HOME + +IX.—A DAY ON THE BEACH + +X. A LAND BREEZE. + +XI.—A NEW FRIEND + +XII.—THE STARLING RUNS ASHORE + +XIII.—THE WRECK OF THE SPANISH BRIG. + +XIV.—A PUZZLING QUESTION + +XV.—THE QUESTION ANSWERED + +XVI.—THE CAPTAIN'S STORY + +XVII—THANKSGIVING IN EARNEST + +XVIII.—THE KING'S CAMERA + +XIX.—HOLIDAYS IN TOWN + +XX.—IN MR. VALES CHURCH + +XXI.—IN MR. VALE'S STUDY + + + + + + + + + + + +A LOYAL LITTLE RED-COAT +A Story of Child-life in New York a Hundred Years Ago +By Ruth Ogden +Fourth Edition +Illustrated by H. A. Ogden +1890 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE. + +A LOYAL LITTLE RED-COAT + +CHAPTER I.—ON THE ALBANY COACH + +CHAPTER II.—HAZEL SPEAKS HER MIND. + +CHAPTER III.—THE CIRCUS, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. + +CHAPTER IV.—FLUTTERS. + +CHAPTER V.—CAPTAIN BONIFACE RECEIVES AN ANGRY LETTER. + +CHAPTER VI.—OFF FOR THE PRISON-SHIP. + +CHAPTER VII—HARRY'S STORY + +CHAPTER VIII.—A CALL ON COLONEL HAMILTON. + +CHAPTER IX.—FLUTTERS HAS A BENEFIT. + +CHAPTER X.—DARLING OLD AUNT FRANCES. + +CHAPTER XI.—THE VAN VLEETS GIVE A TEA-PARTY. + +CHAPTER XII.—AN INTERRUPTION. + +CHAPTER XIII.—MORE ABOUT THE TEA-PARTY. + +CHAPTER XIV.—HAZEL HAS A CONVICTION. + +CHAPTER XV.—FLUTTERS COMES TO THE FRONT. + +CHAPTER XVI.—COLONEL HAMILTON “TAKES TO” HARRY. + +CHAPTER XVII.—IN THE LITTLE GOLD GALLERY. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—MORE OF A RED-COAT THAN EVER. + +CHAPTER XIX—A SAD LITTLE CHAPTER + +CHAPTER XX—FLUTTERS COMES TO A DECISION + +CHAPTER XXI—SOME OLD FRIENDS COME TO LIGHT + +CHAPTER XXII—GOOD-BYE SIR GUY + +CHAPTER XXIII—FLUTTERS LOSES ONE OF THE OLD FRIENDS + +CHAPTER XXIV—TWO IMPORTANT LETTERS + +CHAPTER XXV.—A HAPPY DAY FOR AUNT FRANCES. + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE “BLUE BIRD” WEIGHS ANCHOR + + + + + + + + + + + +A LITTLE QUEEN OF HEARTS +An International Story +By Ruth Ogden +Illustrated by H. A. Ogden +1893 + + + +CONTENTS + +A LITTLE QUEEN OF HEARTS + +CHAPTER I.—HAROLD AND TED HAVE IT OUT. + +CHAPTER II—GOOD-MORNING, MR. HARTLEY. + +CHAPTER III.—ABOARD A WHITE STAR. + +CHAPTER IV.—A FRIEND BY THE WAY. + +CHAPTER V.—AND STILL ANOTHER. + +CHAPTER VI.—THE CASTLE WONDERFUL. + +CHAPTER VII.—“AND NOW GOOD-MORNING,” + +CHAPTER VIII.—SOMETHING OF A SCRAPE. + +CHAPTER IX.—GETTING OUT OF IT. + +CHAPTER X.—A KNIGHT-OF-THE-GARTER PARTY. + +CHAPTER XI.—WHAT CAME OF A LETTER. + +CHAPTER XII.—DONALD'S NEW QUARTERS. + +CHAPTER XIII.—MADAME LA GRANDE REINE. + +CHAPTER XIV.—MADAME LA PETITE REINE. + +CHAPTER XV.—A DARING SUGGESTION. + +CHAPTER XVI.—MARIE-CELESTE'S DISCOVERY. + +CHAPTER XVII.—INTO TED'S CONFIDENCE. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—RATHER A BOOKISH CHAPTER. + +CHAPTER XIX.—DONALD TURNS VALET. + +CHAPTER XX—DOROTHY CALLS MARIE-CELESTE TO ACCOUNT.. + +CHAPTER XXI.—WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SMALLEST CHURCH IN ENGLAND. + +CHAPTER XXII.—THE LITTLE CASTLE'S NEW INMATES. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—FOR LOVE OF MARIE-CELESTE. + + + + + + + + + + + +LITTLE HOMESPUN +By Ruth Ogden +(Mrs. Charles W. Ide) +With Numerous Original Illustrations By Mabel Humphrey +1897 + + + +CONTENTS + +ONE MOMENT PLEASE. + +LITTLE HOMESPUN + +CHAPTER I.—TWO OLD CRONIES + +CHAPTER II.—COURAGE TAKES HEART. + +CHAPTER III.—A DELIGHTFUL DISCOVERY. + +CHAPTER IV.—EVERYBODY HAPPY. + +CHAPTER V.—HOWDY + +CHAPTER VI.—ARLINGTON BEFORE THE WAR. + +CHAPTER VII.—ARLINGTON AFTERWARD. + +CHAPTER VIII.—TO SAVE BREVET. + +CHAPTER IX.—JOE HAS AN’ IDEA. + +CHAPTER X.—BREVET SCORES A POINT. + +CHAPTER XI.—A RED-LETTER AFTERNOON. + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Index for Works of Ruth Ogden, by Ruth Ogden + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57524.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57524.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..19a2f4fe3c7033b7d5507c856c97877000bcd7dc --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57524.txt @@ -0,0 +1,298 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF MARY GAUNT + +By Mary Gaunt + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE MOVING FINGER + +## ALONE IN WEST AFRICA + +## A WOMAN IN CHINA + +## A BROKEN JOURNEY + +## WHERE THE TWAIN MEET + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + +THE MOVING FINGER +By Mary Gaunt + + + +Contents + +TROTTING COB + +CHRISTMAS EVE AT WARWINGIE + +LOST + +THE LOSS OF THE “VANITY + +DICK STANESBY’S HUTKEEPER + +THE YANYILLA STEEPLECHASE + +A DIGGER’S CHRISTMAS + + + + + + +ALONE IN WEST AFRICA +By Mary Gaunt +1911 + + + +CONTENTS + +DEDICATION + +ALONE IN WEST AFRICA + +CHAPTER I—SONS OF THE SEA WIFE + +CHAPTER II—THE GROUNDNUT COLONY + +CHAPTER III—THE WHITE MAN'S GRAVE? + +CHAPTER IV—WHERE THE BLACK MAN RULES + +CHAPTER V—THE GUINEA COAST + +CHAPTER VI—THE KING'S HIGHWAY + +CHAPTER VII—ON THE FRENCH BORDER + +CHAPTER VIII—ALONE IN WEST AFRICA + +CHAPTER IX—AN OLD DUTCH TOWN + +CHAPTER X—IN THE PATHS OF THE MEN OF OLD + +CHAPTER XI—THE CAPITAL OF THE GOLD COAST COLONY + +CHAPTER XII—BLOOD FETISH OF KROBO HILL + +CHAPTER XIII—THE FEAR THAT SKULKED BENEATH THE MANGO TREE + +CHAPTER XIV—INTO THE WILDS + +CHAPTER XV—CROSSING THE BORDER + +CHAPTER XVI—ONE OF THE CURSES OF THE DARK CONTINENT + +CHAPTER XVII—GERMAN VERSUS ENGLISH METHODS + +CHAPTER XVIII—KETA ON THE SAND + +CHAPTER XIX—FACING DEATH + +CHAPTER XX—WITH A COMPANION + +CHAPTER XXI—THE WEST-AFRICAN GOLDFIELDS + +CHAPTER XXII—A NEW TRADING CENTRE + +CHAPTER XXIII—IN THE HEART OF THE RUBBER COUNTRY + +CHAPTER XXIV—AN OUTPOST + +CHAPTER XXV—THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITIES + + + + + + +A WOMAN IN CHINA A54401 +By Mary Gaunt +1915 + + + +CONTENTS + +A WOMAN IN CHINA + +CHAPTER I—ACROSS THE OLD WORLD + +CHAPTER II—A CITY OF THE AGES + +CHAPTER III—THE WALLS AND GATES OF BABYLON + +CHAPTER IV—THE LEGATION QUARTER OF PEKING + +CHAPTER V—THE FUNERAL OF AN EMPRESS + +CHAPTER VI—A TIME OF REJOICING + +CHAPTER VII—ONE OF THE WONDERS OF THE WORLD + +CHAPTER VIII—TWO CHARITIES + +CHAPTER IX—A CHINESE INN + +CHAPTER X—THE TUNGLING + +CHAPTER XI—A WALLED CITY + +CHAPTER XII—THE NINE DRAGON TEMPLE + +CHAPTER XIII—IN THE HEART OF THE MOUNTAINS + +CHAPTER XIV—TO THE GREEKS, FOOLISHNESS + +CHAPTER XV—A VISIT TO THE TARTAR GENERAL + +CHAPTER XVI—A PLEASURE-GROUND OF THE MANCHUS + +CHAPTER XVII—THE VALLEY OF THE DEAD GODS + +CHAPTER XVIII—IN A WUPAN + +CHAPTER XIX—A RIVER PORT IN BABYLON + +CHAPTER XX—THE WAYS OF THE CHINESE SERVANT + +CHAPTER XXI—FROM THE SAN SHAN AN + + + + + + +A BROKEN JOURNEY +Wanderings from the Hoang-Ho yo the Island of Saghalien and the Upper Reaches of The Amur River +By Mary Gaunt +1919 + + + +CONTENTS + +FOREWORD + +A BROKEN JOURNEY + +CHAPTER I—THE LURE OF THE UNKNOWN + +CHAPTER II—TRUCULENT T'AI YUAN FU + +CHAPTER III—THE FIRST SIGN OF UNREST + +CHAPTER IV—A CITY UNDER THE HILLS + +CHAPTER V—“MISERERE DOMINE!” + +CHAPTER VI—BY MOUNTAIN AND RIVER + +CHAPTER VII—CHINA'S SORROW + +CHAPTER VIII—LAST DAYS IN CHINA + +CHAPTER IX—KHARBIN AND VLADIVOSTOK + +CHAPTER X—ONE OF THE WORLD'S GREAT RIVERS + +CHAPTER XI—THE ENDS OF THE EARTH + +CHAPTER XII—FACING WEST + +CHAPTER XIII—THE UPPER REACHES OF THE AMUR + +CHAPTER XIV—MOBILISING IN EASTERN SIBERIA + +CHAPTER XV—ON A RUSSIAN MILITARY TRAIN + +CHAPTER XVI—THE WAYS OF THE FINNS + +CHAPTER XVII—CAPTURED BY GERMANS + + + + + + +WHERE THE TWAIN MEET +By Mary Gaunt +1922 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +WHERE THE TWAIN MEET + +CHAPTER I—BRITAIN'S FIRST TROPICAL COLONY + +CHAPTER II—THE WHITE BONDSMEN + +CHAPTER III—JAMAICA'S FIRST HISTORIAN + +CHAPTER IV—THE CASTLES ON THE GUINEA COAST + +CHAPTER V—THE MIDDLE PASSAGE + +CHAPTER VI—THE PLANTATION + +CHAPTER VII—SLAVE REBELLIONS + +CHAPTER VIII—THE MAROONS + +CHAPTER IX—THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE YEARS + +CHAPTER X—THE MAKING OF CHRISTIANS + +CHAPTER XI—THE FREEING OF THE SLAVE + +CHAPTER XII—JAMAICA AS I SAW IT + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Index for Works of Mary Gaunt, by Mary Gaunt + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57537.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57537.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e31be2f1bad4eb47d80865bd3f32287ed125cc1e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57537.txt @@ -0,0 +1,835 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + + + +PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF HAROLD FREDERIC + +By Harold Frederic + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE DAMNATION OF THERON WARE + +## THE MARKET-PLACE + +## MRS ALBERT GRUNDY: OBSERVATIONS IN PHILISTIA + +## IN THE SIXTIES + +## THE RETURN OF THE O'MAHONY + +## MARCH HARES + +## SETH’S BROTHER’S WIFE + +## GLORIA MUNDI + +## THE YOUNG EMPEROR: WILLIAM II OF GERMANY + +## THE LAWTON GIRL + +## IN THE VALLEY + +## THE DESERTER AND OTHER STORIES + + + + + + + + + +THE DAMNATION OF THERON WARE +by Harold Frederic + + + + CONTENTS + + + PART I + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + + CHAPTER V + + CHAPTER VI + + CHAPTER VII + + CHAPTER VIII + + CHAPTER IX + + CHAPTER X + + + PART II + + CHAPTER XI + + CHAPTER XII + + CHAPTER XIII + + CHAPTER XIV + + CHAPTER XV + + CHAPTER XVI + + CHAPTER XVII + + + PART III + + CHAPTER XVIII + + CHAPTER XIX + + CHAPTER XX + + CHAPTER XXI + + CHAPTER XXII + + CHAPTER XXIII + + CHAPTER XXIV + + + PART IV + + CHAPTER XXV + + CHAPTER XXVI + + CHAPTER XXVII + + CHAPTER XXVIII + + CHAPTER XXIX + + CHAPTER XXX + + CHAPTER XXXI + + CHAPTER XXXII + + + + + +THE MARKET-PLACE +by Harold Frederic + + + + CONTENTS + + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + + CHAPTER V + + CHAPTER VI + + CHAPTER VII + + CHAPTER VIII + + CHAPTER IX + + CHAPTER X + + CHAPTER XI + + CHAPTER XII + + CHAPTER XIII + + CHAPTER XIV + + CHAPTER XV + + CHAPTER XVI + + CHAPTER XVII + + CHAPTER XVIII + + CHAPTER XIX + + CHAPTER XX + + CHAPTER XXI + + CHAPTER XXII + + CHAPTER XXIII + + CHAPTER XXIV + + CHAPTER XXV + + CHAPTER XXVI + + CHAPTER XXVII + + + + + + +MRS ALBERT GRUNDY—OBSERVATIONS IN PHILISTIA +By Harold Frederic + + + +CONTENTS + +Presenting in Outline the Comfortable and Well-Regulated Paradox over which She Presides, and showing its Mental Elevation + +Setting forth the Untoward Circumstances under which the Right Tale was Unfolded in the Wrong Company + +Annotating Sundry Points of Contact found to exist between the Lady and Contemporary Art + +Affording a Novel and Subdued Scientific Light, by which divers Venerable Problems may be Observed Afresh + +Touching the Experimental Graft of a Utilitarian Spirit upon the Aesthetic Instinct in our Sisters + +Relating to Various Phenomena attending the Progress of the Sex along Lines of the Greatest Resistance + +Illustrating the operation of Vegetables and Feminine Duplicity upon the Concepts of Maternal Responsibility + +Containing Thoughts upon the Great Unknown, to which are added Speculations upon her Hereafter + +Glancing at some Modern Aspects of Master John Gutenberg’s ingenious but Over-rated Invention + +Detailing certain Prudential Measures taken during the Panic incident to a Late Threatened Invasion + +Dealing with the Deceptions of Nature, and the Freedom from, Illusion Inherent in the Unnatural + +Suggesting Considerations possibly heretofore Overlooked by Commentators upon the Laws of Property + +Narrating the Failure of a Loyal Attempt to Circumvent Adversity by means of Modern Appliances + +Introducing Scenes from a Foreign Country, and also conveying Welcome Intelligence, together with some Instruction + +Disclosing the Educational Influence exerted by the Essex Coast, and other Matters, including Reasons for Joy + +Describing Impressions of a Momentous Interview, loosely gathered by One who, although present, was not quite In it + + + + + + +IN THE SIXTIES +By Harold Frederic +1893 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE TO A UNIFORM EDITION + + +THE COPPERHEAD + +CHAPTER I—ABNER BEECH + +CHAPTER II—JEFF’S MUTINY + +CHAPTER III—ABSALOM + +CHAPTER IV—ANTIETAM + +CHAPTER V—“JEE’S” TIDINGS + +CHAPTER VI—NI’S TALK WITH ABNER + +CHAPTER VII—THE ELECTION + +CHAPTER VIII—THE ELECTION BONFIRE + +CHAPTER IX—ESTHER’S VISIT + +CHAPTER X—THE FIRE + +CHAPTER XI—THE CONQUEST OF ABNER + +CHAPTER XII—THE UNWELCOME GUEST + +CHAPTER XIII—THE BREAKFAST + +CHAPTER XIV—FINIS + + +MARSENA + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + + +THE WAR WIDOW + +I + +II + +III + +IV + + +THE EVE OF THE FOURTH + + +MY AUNT SUSAN + + + + + + +THE RETURN OF THE O'MAHONY +A Novel +By Harold Frederic +1892 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE RETURN OF THE O’MAHONY + +CHAPTER I.—THE FATHER OF COMPANY F. + +CHAPTER II—THE VIDETTE POST. + +CHAPTER III—LINSKY’S BRIEF MILITARY CAREER. + +CHAPTER IV.—THE O’MAHONY ON ERIN’S SOIL. + +CHAPTER V.—THE INSTALLATION OF JERRY. + +CHAPTER VI—THE HEREDITARY BARD. + +CHAPTER VII—THE O’MAHONY’S HOME-WELCOME. + +CHAPTER VIII—TWO MEN IN A BOAT. + +CHAPTER IX—THE VOICE OF THE HOSTAGE. + +CHAPTER X—HOW THE “HEN HAWK” WAS BROUGHT IN. + +CHAPTER XI—A FACE FROM OUT THE WINDING-SHEET. + +CHAPTER XII—A TALISMAN AND A TRAITOR + +CHAPTER XIII—THE RETREAT WITH THE PRISONERS + +CHAPTER XIV.—THE REINTERMENT OF LINSKY. + +CHAPTER XV—“TAKE ME WITH YOU, O’MAHONY.” + +CHAPTER XVI—THE LADY OF MUIRISC. + +CHAPTER XVII—HOW THE OLD BOATMAN KEPT HIS VOW. + +CHAPTER XVIII—THE GREAT O’DALY USURPATION. + +CHAPTER XIX—A BARGAIN WITH THE BURIED MAN. + +CHAPTER XX—NEAR THE SUMMIT OF MT. GABRIEL. + +CHAPTER XXI—ON THE MOUNTAIN-TOP—AND AFTER. + +CHAPTER XXII—THE INTELLIGENT YOUNG MAN. + +CHAPTER XXIII—THE COUNCIL OF WAR. + +CHAPTER XXIV—THE VICTORY OF THE “CATHACH.” + +CHAPTER XXV—BERNARD’S GOOD CHEER. + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE RESIDENT MAGISTRATE + +CHAPTER XXVII—THE RETURN OF THE O’MAHONY. + +CHAPTER XXVIII—A MARINE MORNING CALL. + +CHAPTER XXIX—DIAMOND CUT PASTE. + +CHAPTER XXX—A FAREWELL FEAST. + + + + + + +MARCH HARES +By Harold Frederic +1896 + + + +CONTENTS + +MARCH HARES. + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII. + + + + + + +SETH’S BROTHER’S WIFE +A Study Of Life In The Greater New York +By Harold Frederic +1887 + + + +CONTENTS + +SETH’S BROTHER’S WIFE. + +CHAPTER I.—THE HIRED FOLK. + +CHAPTER II.—THE STORY OF LEMUEL. + +CHAPTER III.—AUNT SABRINA. + +CHAPTER IV.—THE TWO YOUNG WOMEN. + +CHAPTER V.—THE FUNERAL. + +CHAPTER VI.—IN THE NAME OF THE FAMILY. + +CHAPTER VII.—THE THREE BROTHERS. + +CHAPTER VIII.—ALBERT’S PLANS. + +CHAPTER IX.—AT “M’TILDY’s” BEDSIDE. + +CHAPTER X.—THE FISHING PARTY. + +CHAPTER XI.—ON THE THRESHOLD OF THE WORLD. + +CHAPTER XII.—THE SANCTUM. + +CHAPTER XIII.—THIRTEEN MONTHS OF IT. + +CHAPTER XIV.—BACK ON THE FARM. + +CHAPTER XV.—MR. RICHARD ANSDELL. + +CHAPTER XVI.—DEAR ISABEL. + +CHAPTER XVII.—AN UPWARD LEAP. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—BOLTING THE TICKET. + +CHAPTER XIX.—THE WELCOME. + +CHAPTER XX.—THE NIGHT: THE BROTHERS. + +CHAPTER XXI.—THE NIGHT: MASTER AND MAN. + +CHAPTER XXII.—THE NIGHT: THE LOVERS. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—THE CONVENTION: THE BOSS. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—THE CONVENTION: THE NEWS. + +CHAPTER XXV.—“YOU THOUGHT I DID IT!” + +CHAPTER XXVI.—THE CORONER. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—ANNIE AND ISABEL. + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—BETWEEN THE BREAD-PAN AND THE CHURN. + +CHAPTER XXIX.—THE BOSS LOOKS INTO THE MATTER. + +CHAPTER XXX.—JOHN’S DELICATE MISSION. + +CHAPTER XXXI.—MILTON’S ASPIRATIONS. + +CHAPTER XXXII.—“A WICKED WOMAN!” + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—THE SHERIFF ASSISTS. + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—AT “M’TILDY’S” BEDSIDE AGAIN + +CHAPTER XXXV.—“SUCH WOMEN ARE!” + + + + + + +GLORIA MUNDI +By Harold Frederic +1899 + + + +CONTENTS + +PART I + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + + +PART II + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + + +PART III + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + + +PART IV + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + + + + + + + +THE YOUNG EMPEROR, +WILLIAM II OF GERMANY +A Study In Character Development On A Throne +By Harold Frederic +1891 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE YOUNG EMPEROR, WILLIAM II OF GERMANY + +CHAPTER I.—THE SUPREMACY OF THE HOHENZOLLERNS. + +CHAPTER II.—WILLIAM’S BOYHOOD + +CHAPTER III.—UNDER CHANGED INFLUENCES AT BONN + +CHAPTER IV.—THE TIDINGS OF FREDERIC’S DOOM + +CHAPTER V.—THROUGH THE SHADOWS TO THE THRONE + +CHAPTER VI.—UNDER THE SWAY OF THE BISMARCKS + +CHAPTER VII.—THE BEGINNINGS OF A BENEFICENT CHANGE + +CHAPTER VIII.—A YEAR OF EXPERIMENTAL ABSOLUTISM + +CHAPTER IX.—A YEAR OF HELPFUL LESSONS + +CHAPTER X.—THE FALL OF THE BISMARCKS + +CHAPTER XI—A YEAR WITHOUT BISMARCK + +CHAPTER XII.—PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS + + + + + + + + + + + +THE LAWTON GIRL +By Harold Frederic +1890 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE LAWTON GIRL + +CHAPTER I.—“AND YET YOU KNEW!” + +CHAPTER II.—CONFRONTING THE ORDEAL. + +CHAPTER III.—YOUNG MR. BOYCE’S MEDITATIONS. + +CHAPTER IV.—REUBEN TRACY. + +CHAPTER V.—THE TURKEY-SHOOT. + +CHAPTER VI.—THANKSGIVING AT THE MINSTERS’. + +CHAPTER VII.—THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER’S WELCOME. + +CHAPTER VIII.—THANKSGIVING AT THE LAWTONS’. + +CHAPTER IX.—THE PARTNERSHIP. + +CHAPTER X.—MR. SCHUYLER TENNEY. + +CHAPTER XI.—MRS. MINSTER’S NEW LEGAL ADVISER. + +CHAPTER XII.—THE THESSALY CITIZENS’ CLUB. + +CHAPTER XIII.—=THE DAUGHTER OF THE MILLIONS. + +CHAPTER XIV.—HORACE EMBARKS UPON THE ADVENTURE. + +CHAPTER XV.—THE LAWTON GIRL’S WORK. + +CHAPTER XVI.—A GRACIOUS FRIEND RAISED UP. + +CHAPTER XVII.—TRACY HEARS STRANGE THINGS. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—A SIMPLE BUSINESS TRANSACTION. + +CHAPTER XIX.—NO MESSAGE FOR MAMMA. + +CHAPTER XX.—THE MAN FROM NEW YORK. + +CHAPTER XXI.—REUBEN’S MOMENTOUS FIRST VISIT. + +CHAPTER XXII.—“SAY THAT THERE IS NO ANSWER.” + +CHAPTER XXIII.—HORACE’S PATH BECOMES TORTUOUS. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—A VEHEMENT RESOLVE. + +CHAPTER XXV.—A VISITATION OF ANGELS. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—OVERWHELMING DISCOMFITURE. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—THE LOCKOUT. + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—IN THE ROBBER’S CAVE. + +CHAPTER XXIX.—THE MISTS CLEARING AWAY. + +CHAPTER XXX.—JESSICA’S GREAT DESPAIR. + +CHAPTER XXXI.—A STRANGE ENCOUNTER. + +CHAPTER XXXII.—THE ALARM AT THE FARMHOUSE. + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—PACING TOWARD THE REDDENED SKY. + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—THE CONQUEST OF THE MOB. + +CHAPTER XXXV.—THE SHINING REWARD. + +CHAPTER XXXVI.—“I TELL YOU I HAVE LIVED IT DOWN!” + + + + + + +IN THE VALLEY +Harold Frederic +Contents. + +Chapter I. "The French Are in the Valley!" +Chapter II. Setting Forth How the Girl Child Was Brought to Us. +Chapter III. Master Philip Makes His Bow--And Behaves Badly +Chapter IV. In Which I Become the Son of the House. +Chapter V. How a Stately Name Was Shortened and Sweetened. +Chapter VI. Within Sound of the Shouting Waters. +Chapter VII. Through Happy Youth to Man's Estate. +Chapter VIII. Enter My Lady Berenicia Cross. +Chapter IX. I See My Sweet Sister Dressed in Strange Attire. +Chapter X. The Masquerade Brings Me Nothing but Pain. +Chapter XI. As I Make My Adieux Mr. Philip Comes In. +Chapter XII. Old-Time Politics Pondered under the Starlight. +Chapter XIII. To the Far Lake Country and Home Again. +Chapter XIV. How I Seem to Feel a Wanting Note in the Chorus of Welcome. +Chapter XV. The Rude Awakening from My Dream. +Chapter XVI. Tulp Gets a Broken Head to Match My Heart. +Chapter XVII. I Perforce Say Farewell to My Old Home. +Chapter XVIII. The Fair Beginning of a New Life in Ancient Albany. +Chapter XIX. I Go to a Famous Gathering at the Patroon's Manor House. +Chapter XX. A Foolish and Vexatious Quarrel Is Thrust upon Me. +Chapter XXI. Containing Other News Besides that from Bunker Hill. +Chapter XXII. The Master and Mistress of Cairncross. +Chapter XXIII. How Philip in Wrath, Daisy in Anguish, Fly Their Home. +Chapter XXIV. The Night Attack Upon Quebec--And My Share in It. +Chapter XXV. A Crestfallen Return to Albany. +Chapter XXVI. I See Daisy and the Old Home Once More. +Chapter XXVII. The Arrest of Poor Lady Johnson. +Chapter XXVIII. An Old Acquaintance Turns Up in Manacles. +Chapter XXIX. The Message Sent Ahead from the Invading Army. +Chapter XXX. From the Scythe and Reaper to the Musket. +Chapter XXXI. The Rendezvous of Fighting Men at Fort Dayton. +Chapter XXXII. "The Blood Be on Your Heads." +Chapter XXXIII. The Fearsome Death-Struggle in the Forest. +Chapter XXXIV. Alone at Last with My Enemy. +Chapter XXXV. The Strange Uses to Which Revenge May Be Put. +Chapter XXXVI. A Final Scene in the Gulf which My Eyes Are Mercifully Spared. +Chapter XXXVII. The Peaceful Ending of It All. + +THE DESERTER AND OTHER STORIES +BY HAROLD FREDERIC +CONTENTS. +CHAPTER PAGE +THE DESERTER. +I. Discoveries in the Barn 3 +II. A Sudden Departure 20 +III. Father and Son 42 +IV. The "Meanest Word" 60 +V. The Deputy Marshal 80 +VI. A Home in the Woods 98 +VII. Another Chase after Mose 117 +A DAY IN THE WILDERNESS. +I. The Valley of Death 139 +II. Lafe reconnoitres the Valley 157 +III. The Bounty-Jumper 177 +IV. Red Pete in Captivity 198 +V. Lafe rescues an Officer, and finds his Cousin 216 +HOW DICKON CAME BY HIS NAME. +I. The Making of a Soldier 239 +II. A Burst for Freedom 260 +III. A Strange Christmas Eve 279 +IV. Up in the World 299 +WHERE AVON INTO SEVERN FLOWS. +I. Hugh the Writer 319 +II. Sir Hereward's Ring 350 +III. How Hugh met the Prince 381 +ILLUSTRATIONS. +"'I'll unlock it bimeby—maybe'" Frontispiece + PAGE +"'Sh-h! Talk Lower!'" 27 +"'Gimme that Gun!'" 61 +"'Drop it—you!'" 175 +Lafe and the Bounty-Jumper 195 +"'I'm Steve Hornbeck's Son!'" 231 +"Sir Watty came stalking down" 249 +"'Whose Blood is this?'" 285 +"He advanced and kissed the Lady's Hand" 357 +"Two Dozen Pike-Heads clashed down as by a Single Touch" 385 + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57538.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57538.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..4cfd4f51e7bad5430d03122610b646a9209428f9 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57538.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1646 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF RUDYARD KIPLING + +By Rudyard Kipling + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE JUNGLE BOOK + +## VERSES OF RUDYARD KIPLING + +## REWARDS AND FAIRIES + +## AMERICAN NOTES + +## PLAIN TALES FROM THE HILLS + +## THE SECOND JUNGLE BOOK + +## CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS + +## SOLDIERS THREE, PART II. + +## WORKS OF KIPLING IN ONE VOLUME + +## ACTIONS AND REACTIONS + +## THE PHANTOM RICKSHAW, et al + +## BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + +## THE STORY OF THE GADSBY + +## UNDER THE DEODARS + +## THE LIGHT THAT FAILED + +## STALKY & CO. + +## LIFE’S HANDICAP + +## SOLDIERS THREE + +## DITTIES and BALLADS + +KIM + +THE BRIDGE BUILDERS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + +THE JUNGLE BOOK + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + +Contents + +Mowgli’s Brothers + +Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack + +Kaa’s Hunting + +Road-Song of the Bandar-Log + +“Tiger! Tiger!” + +Mowgli’s Song + +The White Seal + +Lukannon + +“Rikki-Tikki-Tavi” + +Darzee’s Chant + +Toomai of the Elephants + +Shiv and the Grasshopper + +Her Majesty’s Servants + +Parade Song of the Camp Animals + + + + + + + +VERSES OF RUDYARD KIPLING + + +VERSES 1889-1896 + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + + BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS AND OTHERS + + TOMMY + + “FUZZY-WUZZY” + + SOLDIER, SOLDIER + + SCREW-GUNS + + CELLS + + GUNGA DIN + + OONTS + + LOOT + + “SNARLEYOW” + + THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR + + BELTS + + THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER + + MANDALAY + + TROOPIN' + + THE WIDOW'S PARTY + + FORD O' KABUL RIVER + + GENTLEMEN-RANKERS + + ROUTE MARCHIN' + + SHILLIN' A DAY + + + OTHER VERSES + + THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST + + THE LAST SUTTEE + + THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY + + THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST + + WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI + + THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE + + THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF + + THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS + + THE BALLAD OF THE “CLAMPHERDOWN” + + THE BALLAD OF THE “BOLIVAR” + + THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB + + THE EXPLANATION + + THE GIFT OF THE SEA + + EVARRA AND HIS GODS + + THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS + + THE LEGEND OF EVIL + + THE ENGLISH FLAG + + “CLEARED” + + AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT + + TOMLINSON + + L'ENVOI TO “LIFE'S HANDICAP” + + L'ENVOI + + + THE SEVEN SEAS + + DEDICATION + + THE SEVEN SEAS + + A SONG OF THE ENGLISH + + THE FIRST CHANTEY + + THE LAST CHANTEY + + THE MERCHANTMEN + + M'ANDREW'S HYMN + + THE MIRACLES + + THE NATIVE-BORN + + THE KING + + THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS + + THE DERELICT + + THE ANSWER + + THE SONG OF THE BANJO + + THE LINER SHE'S A LADY + + MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT + + ANCHOR SONG + + THE LOST LEGION + + THE SEA-WIFE + + HYMN BEFORE ACTION + + TO THE TRUE ROMANCE + + THE FLOWERS + + THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS + + IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE + + THE STORY OF UNG + + THE THREE-DECKER + + AN AMERICAN + + THE “MARY GLOSTER” + + SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL + + + BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + + “BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN” + + “BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH + + “SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO” + + SAPPERS + + THAT DAY + + “THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN” + + CHOLERA CAMP + + THE LADIES + + BILL 'AWKINS + + THE MOTHER-LODGE + + “FOLLOW ME 'OME” + + THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' + + THE JACKET + + THE 'EATHEN + + THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY + + “MARY, PITY WOMEN!” + + FOR TO ADMIRE + + L'ENVOI + + + + + +REWARDS AND FAIRIES + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + A Charm + + Introduction + + + COLD IRON + + Cold Iron + + + GLORIANA + + Gloriana + + The Looking-Glass + + + THE WRONG THING + + A Truthful Song + + The Wrong Thing + + King Henry VII and the Shipwrights + + + MARKLAKE WITCHES + + The Way Through the Woods + + Marklake Witches + + Brookland Road + + + THE KNIFE AND THE NAKED CHALK + + The Run of the Downs + + The Knife and the Naked Chalk + + Song of the Men’s Side + + + BROTHER SQUARE-TOES + + Philadelphia + + Brother Square-Toes + + IF— + + + ‘A PRIEST IN SPITE OF HIMSELF’ + + A St Helena Lullaby + + ‘A Priest in Spite of Himself’ + + ‘Poor Honest Men’ + + + THE CONVERSION OF ST WILFRID + + Eddi’s Service + + The Conversion of St Wilfrid + + Song of the Red War-Boat + + + A DOCTOR OF MEDICINE + + An Astrologer’s Song + + A Doctor of Medicine + + ‘Our Fathers of Old’ + + + SIMPLE SIMON + + The Thousandth Man + + Simple Simon + + Frankie’s Trade + + + THE TREE OF JUSTICE + + The Ballad of Minepit Shaw + + The Tree of Justice + + A Carol + + + + + + + +AMERICAN NOTES + + +by Rudyard Kipling + + + + + +Contents + +Introduction + +I. AT THE GOLDEN GATE + +II. AMERICAN POLITICS + +III. AMERICAN SALMON + +IV. THE YELLOWSTONE + +V. CHICAGO + +VI. THE AMERICAN ARMY + +VII. AMERICA'S DEFENCELESS COASTS + + + + + + + +PLAIN TALES FROM THE HILLS + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + PLAIN TALES FROM THE HILLS + + + LISPETH. + + THREE AND—AN EXTRA. + + THROWN AWAY. + + MISS YOUGHAL'S SAIS. + + YOKED WITH AN UNBELIEVER. + + FALSE DAWN. + + THE RESCUE OF PLUFFLES. + + CUPID'S ARROWS. + + HIS CHANCE IN LIFE. + + WATCHES OF THE NIGHT. + + THE OTHER MAN. + + CONSEQUENCES. + + THE CONVERSION OF AURELIAN McGOGGIN. + + A GERM DESTROYER. + + KIDNAPPED. + + THE ARREST OF LIEUTENANT GOLIGHTLY. + + THE HOUSE OF SUDDHOO + + HIS WEDDED WIFE. + + THE BROKEN LINK HANDICAPPED. + + BEYOND THE PALE. + + IN ERROR. + + A BANK FRAUD. + + TOD'S AMENDMENT. + + IN THE PRIDE OF HIS YOUTH. + + PIG. + + THE ROUT OF THE WHITE HUSSARS. + + THE BRONCKHORST DIVORCE-CASE. + + VENUS ANNODOMINI. + + THE BISARA OF POOREE. + + THE GATE OF A HUNDRED SORROWS. + + THE STORY OF MUHAMMAD DIN. + + ON THE STRENGTH OF A LIKENESS. + + WRESSLEY OF THE FOREIGN OFFICE. + + BY WORD OF MOUTH. + + TO BE HELD FOR REFERENCE. + + + + + + + +THE SECOND JUNGLE BOOK + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + + + +Contents + +HOW FEAR CAME + +THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE + +THE MIRACLE OF PURUN BHAGAT + +A SONG OF KABIR + +LETTING IN THE JUNGLE + +MOWGLI’S SONG AGAINST PEOPLE + +THE UNDERTAKERS + +A RIPPLE SONG + +THE KING’S ANKUS + +THE SONG OF THE LITTLE HUNTER + +QUIQUERN + +‘ANGUTIVAUN TAINA’ + +RED DOG + +CHIL’S SONG + +THE SPRING RUNNING + +THE OUTSONG + + + + + + + + + + + +CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS, A STORY OF THE GRAND BANKS + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + +Contents + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +SOLDIERS THREE, Part II. 2227 + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + 'LOVE-O'WOMEN' + + THE BIG DRUNK DRAF' + + THE MUTINEY OF THE MAVERICKS + + THE MAN WHO WAS + + ONLY A SUBALTERN + + IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE + + THE LOST LEGION + + THE DRUMS OF THE FORE AND AFT + + JUDSON AND THE EMPIRE + + A CONFERENCE OF THE POWERS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE WORKS OF RUDYARD KIPLING IN ONE VOLUME + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + +CONTENTS + +VOLUME I DEPARTMENTAL DITTIES AND OTHER VERSES + +GENERAL SUMMARY + +ARMY HEADQUARTERS + +STUDY OF AN ELEVATION, IN INDIAN INK + +A LEGEND + +THE STORY OF URIAH + +THE POST THAT FITTED + +DELILAH + +WHAT HAPPENED + +PINK DOMINOES + +THE MAN WHO COULD WRITE + +MUNICIPAL + +A CODE OF MORALS + +THE LAST DEPARTMENT + +OTHER VERSES + +THE VAMPIRE + +TO THE UNKNOWN GODDESS + +THE RUPAIYAT OF OMAR KAL'VIN + +LA NUIT BLANCHE + +MY RIVAL + +THE LOVERS' LITANY + +A BALLAD OF BURIAL + +DIVIDED DESTINIES + +THE MASQUE OF PLENTY + +THE MARE'S NEST + +POSSIBILITIES + +CHRISTMAS IN INDIA + +PAGETT, M.P. + +THE SONG OF THE WOMEN + +A BALLAD OF JAKKO HILL + +THE PLEA OF THE SIMLA DANCERS + +THE BALLAD OF FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE + +AS THE BELL CLINKS + +AN OLD SONG + +CERTAIN MAXIMS OF HAFIZ + +THE GRAVE OF THE HUNDRED HEAD + +THE MOON OF OTHER DAYS + +THE UNDERTAKER'S HORSE + +THE FALL OF JOCK GILLESPIE + +ARITHMETIC ON THE FRONTIER + +THE BETROTHED + +A TALE OF TWO CITIES + + +VOLUME II BALLADS AND BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + +BALLADS + +THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST + +THE LAST SUTTEE + +THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY + +THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST + +THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE + +THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF + +THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS + +THE BALLAD OF THE CLAMPHERDOWN + +THE BALLAD OF THE “BOLIVAR” + +THE ENGLISH FLAG + +AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT + +TOMLINSON + +BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + +TOMMY + +SOLDIER, SOLDIER + +SCREW-GUNS + +GUNGA DIN + +LOOT + +'SNARLEYOW' + +THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR + +BELTS + +THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER + +MANDALAY + +FORD O' KABUL RIVER + +ROUTE MARCHIN' + + +VOLUME III. THE PHANTOM 'RICKSHAW AND OTHER GHOST STORIES + +THE PHANTOM 'RICKSHAW + +MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY + +THE STRANGE RIDE OF MORROWBIE JUKES + +THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING + +“THE FINEST STORY IN THE WORLD” + + +VOLUME IV UNDER THE DEODARS + +THE EDUCATION OF OTIS YEERE + +AT THE PIT'S MOUTH + +A WAYSIDE COMEDY + +THE HILL OF ILLUSION + +A SECOND-RATE WOMAN + +ONLY A SUBALTERN + +IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE + +THE ENLIGHTENMENTS OF PAGETT, M.P. + + +VOLUME V PLAIN TALES FROM THE HILLS + +LISPETH + +THREE AND—AN EXTRA. + +THROWN AWAY. + +MISS YOUGHAL'S SAIS. + +YOKED WITH AN UNBELIEVER. + +FALSE DAWN. + +THE RESCUE OF PLUFFLES. + +CUPID'S ARROWS. + +HIS CHANCE IN LIFE. + +WATCHES OF THE NIGHT. + +THE OTHER MAN. + +CONSEQUENCES. + +THE CONVERSION OF AURELIAN McGOGGIN. + +A GERM DESTROYER. + +KIDNAPPED. + +THE ARREST OF LIEUTENANT GOLIGHTLY. + +THE HOUSE OF SUDDHOO + +HIS WEDDED WIFE. + +THE BROKEN LINK HANDICAPPED. + +BEYOND THE PALE. + +IN ERROR. + +A BANK FRAUD. + +TODS' AMENDMENT. + +IN THE PRIDE OF HIS YOUTH. + +PIG. + +THE ROUT OF THE WHITE HUSSARS. + +THE BRONCKHORST DIVORCE-CASE. + +VENUS ANNODOMINI. + +THE BISARA OF POOREE. + +THE GATE OF A HUNDRED SORROWS. + +THE STORY OF MUHAMMAD DIN. + +ON THE STRENGTH OF A LIKENESS. + +WRESSLEY OF THE FOREIGN OFFICE. + +BY WORD OF MOUTH. + +TO BE HELD FOR REFERENCE. + + +VOLUME VI THE LIGHT THAT FAILED + +THE LIGHT THAT FAILED + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + + +VOLUME VII THE STORY OF THE GADSBYS + +Preface + +POOR DEAR MAMMA + +THE TENTS OF KEDAR + +WITH ANY AMAZEMENT + +THE GARDEN OF EDEN + +FATIMA + +THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW, KNOWING GOOD AND EVIL. + +THE SWELLING OF JORDAN + + +VOLUME VIII from MINE OWN PEOPLE + +BIMI + +NAMGAY DOOLA + +THE RECRUDESCENCE OF IMRAY + +MOTI GUJ—MUTINEER + + + + + + +ACTIONS AND REACTIONS + + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + CONTENTS + + + ACTIONS AND REACTIONS + + + AN HABITATION ENFORCED + + THE RECALL + + + GARM—A HOSTAGE + + THE POWER OF THE DOG + + + THE MOTHER HIVE + + THE BEES AND THE FLIES + + + WITH THE NIGHT MAIL + + THE FOUR ANGELS + + + A DEAL IN COTTON + + THE NEW KNIGHTHOOD + + + THE PUZZLER + + LITTLE FOXES + + GALLIO'S SONG + + + THE HOUSE SURGEON + + THE RABBI'S SONG + + + + + + + +THE PHANTOM RICKSHAW AND OTHERS + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + +Contents + +THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW + +MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY + +THE STRANGE RIDE OF MORROWBIE JUKES + +THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING + +“THE FINEST STORY IN THE WORLD” + + + + + + + +BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + CONTENTS + + + First Series (1892) + + Danny Deever + + Tommy + + Fuzzy-Wuzzy + + Soldier, Soldier + + Screw-Guns + + Cells + + Gunga Din + + Oonts + + Loot + + 'Snarleyow' + + The Widow at Windsor + + Belts + + The Young British Soldier + + Mandalay + + Troopin' + + The Widow's Party + + Ford o' Kabul River + + Gentlemen-Rankers + + Route Marchin' + + Shillin' a Day + + Second Series (1896) + + 'Bobs' + + 'Back to the Army Again' + + 'Birds of Prey' March + + 'Soldier an' Salor Too' + + Sappers + + That Day + + 'The Men that fought at Minden' + + Cholera Camp + + The Ladies + + Bill 'Awkins + + The Mother-Lodge + + 'Follow Me 'Ome' + + The Sergeant's Weddin' + + The Jacket + + The 'Eathen + + 'Mary, Pity Women!' + + For to Admire + + + + + + + + +THE STORY OF THE GADSBY + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + +Contents + +Preface + +POOR DEAR MAMMA + +THE WORLD WITHOUT + +THE TENTS OF KEDAR + +WITH ANY AMAZEMENT + +THE GARDEN OF EDEN—And ye shall be as Gods! + +FATIMA + +THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW—Knowing Good and Evil. + +THE SWELLING OF JORDAN + + + + + + + +UNDER THE DEODARS + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + +Contents + +UNDER THE DEODARS + +THE EDUCATION OF OTIS YEERE + +AT THE PIT’S MOUTH + +A WAYSIDE COMEDY + +THE HILL OF ILLUSION + +A SECOND-RATE WOMAN + +ONLY A SUBALTERN + +IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE + +THE ENLIGHTENMENTS OF PAGETT, M.P. + + + + + + + +THE LIGHT THAT FAILED + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + CONTENTS + + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + + CHAPTER V + + CHAPTER VI + + CHAPTER VII + + CHAPTER VIII + + CHAPTER IX + + CHAPTER X + + CHAPTER XI + + CHAPTER XII + + CHAPTER XIII + + CHAPTER XIV + + CHAPTER XV + + + + + + + +STALKY & CO. + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + + +Contents + +“IN AMBUSH.” + +SLAVES OF THE LAMP + +AN UNSAVORY INTERLUDE. + +THE IMPRESSIONISTS. + +THE MORAL REFORMERS. + +A LITTLE PREP. + +THE FLAG OF THEIR COUNTRY. + +THE LAST TERM. + +SLAVES OF THE LAMP. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +LIFE’S HANDICAP, BEING STORIES OF MINE OWN PEOPLE +By Rudyard Kipling + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +THE LANG MEN O’ LARUT + +REINGELDER AND THE GERMAN FLAG + +THE WANDERING JEW + +THROUGH THE FIRE + +THE FINANCES OF THE GODS + +THE AMIR’S HOMILY + +JEWS IN SHUSHAN + +THE LIMITATIONS OF PAMBE SERANG + +LITTLE TOBRAH + +BUBBLING WELL ROAD + +‘THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT’ + +GEORGIE PORGIE + +NABOTH + +THE DREAM OF DUNCAN PARRENNESS + +THE INCARNATION OF KRISHNA MULVANEY + +THE COURTING OF DINAH SHADD + +ON GREENHOW HILL + +THE MAN WHO WAS + +THE HEAD OF THE DISTRICT + +WITHOUT BENEFIT OF CLERGY + +AT THE END OF THE PASSAGE + +THE MUTINY OF THE MAVERICKS + +THE MARK OF THE BEAST + +THE RETURN OF IMRAY + +NAMGAY DOOLA + +BURTRAN AND BIMI + +MOTI GUJ—MUTINEER + +L’ENVOI + + + + + + + + + + + + + +SOLDIERS THREE +The Story of the Gadsbys + +In Black and White + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + +CONTENTS + +THE GOD FROM THE MACHINE + +OF THOSE CALLED + +PRIVATE LEAROYD'S STORY + +THE BIG DRUNK DRAF' + +THE WRECK OF THE VISIGOTH + +THE SOLID MULDOON + +WITH THE MAIN GUARD + +IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE + +BLACK JACK + +L'ENVOI + +POOR DEAR MAMMA + +THE WORLD WITHOUT + +THE TENTS OF KEDAR + +WITH ANY AMAZEMENT + +THE GARDEN OF EDEN + +FATIMA + +THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW + +THE SWELLING OF JORDAN + +DRAY WARA YOW DEE + +THE JUDGMENT OF DUNGARA + +AT HOWLI THANA + +GEMINI + +AT TWENTY-TWO + +IN FLOOD TIME + +THE SENDING OF DANA DA + +ON THE CITY WALL + + + + + + + +DEPARTMENTAL DITTIES and BALLADS + + + +By Rudyard Kipling + + + + CONTENTS + + + DEPARTMENTAL DITTIES + + GENERAL SUMMARY + + ARMY HEADQUARTERS + + STUDY OF AN ELEVATION, IN INDIAN INK + + THE STORY OF URIAH + + THE POST THAT FITTED + + PUBLIC WASTE + + DELILAH + + WHAT HAPPENED + + PINK DOMINOES + + THE MAN WHO COULD WRITE + + MUNICIPAL + + A CODE OF MORALS + + THE LAST DEPARTMENT + + + BALLADS AND BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + + BALLADS + + THE BALLAD OF FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE + + AS THE BELL CLINKS + + AN OLD SONG + + CERTAIN MAXIMS OF HAFIZ + + THE GRAVE OF THE HUNDRED HEAD + + THE MOON OF OTHER DAYS + + THE UNDERTAKER'S HORSE + + THE FALL OF JOCK GILLESPIE + + ARITHMETIC ON THE FRONTIER + + THE BETROTHED + + A TALE OF TWO CITIES + + + VOLUME II BALLADS AND BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + + BALLADS + + THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST + + THE LAST SUTTEE + + THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY + + THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST + + THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE + + THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF + + THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS + + THE BALLAD OF THE CLAMPHERDOWN + + THE BALLAD OF THE “BOLIVAR” + + THE ENGLISH FLAG + + AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT + + TOMLINSON + + BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS + + DANNY DEEVER + + TOMMY + + SOLDIER, SOLDIER + + SCREW-GUNS + + GUNGA DIN + + OONTS + + LOOT + + 'SNARLEYOW' + + THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR + + BELTS + + THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER + + MANDALAY + + TROOPIN' + + FORD O' KABUL RIVER + + ROUTE MARCHIN' + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57541.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57541.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..18a3f32fd6a269b3d6b028b2f1580d3ee21b9e6a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57541.txt @@ -0,0 +1,445 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF WILLIS GEORGE EMERSON + +By Willis George Emerson + +Compiled by David Widger + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE SMOKY GOD + +## A VENDETTA OF THE HILLS + +## BUELL HAMPTON + +## MY PARDNER AND I + +## THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY + +ON SOUND MONEY + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +THE SMOKY GOD +By Willis George Emerson + + + +Contents + +THE SMOKY GOD +PART ONE. AUTHOR'S FOREWORD +PART TWO. OLAF JANSEN'S STORY +PART THREE. BEYOND THE NORTH WIND +PART FOUR. IN THE UNDER WORLD +PART FIVE. AMONG THE ICE PACKS +PART SIX. CONCLUSION +PART SEVEN. AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD + + + + + + + + + + + +A VENDETTA OF THE HILLS +By Willis George Emerson + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I—Guadalupe + +CHAPTER II—Charmed Lives + +CHAPTER III—Feminine Attractions + +CHAPTER IV—Back to the Soil + +CHAPTER V—At La Siesta + +CHAPTER VI—The Quarrel + +CHAPTER VII—Old Bandit Days + +CHAPTER VIII—A Letter from San Quentin + +CHAPTER IX—Tia Teresa + +CHAPTER X—The Home of the Recluse + +CHAPTER XI—A Rejected Suitor + +CHAPTER XII—The Sped Bullet + +CHAPTER XIII—Accused + +CHAPTER XIV—Entanglements + +CHAPTER XV—Behind the Bars + +CHAPTER XVI—Pierre Luzon Returns + +CHAPTER XVII—The Bitter Bit + +CHAPTER XVIII—Elusive Riches + +CHAPTER XIX—The Jail Delivery + +CHAPTER XX—In the Cavern + +CHAPTER XXI—A Debt of Honor + +CHAPTER XXII—Underqround Wonders + +CHAPTER XXIII—The Unexpected Visitor + +CHAPTER XXIV—In a Tight Corner + +CHAPTER XXV—Love and Revenge + +CHAPTER XXVI—A Date is Fixed + +CHAPTER XXVII—Among the Old Oaks + +CHAPTER XXVIII—The Prize Winner + +CHAPTER XXIX—-The Rendezvous + +CHAPTER XXX—Don Manuel Appears + +CHAPTER XXXI—Shadows of the Past + +CHAPTER XXXII—Forebodings + +CHAPTER XXXIII—Old Friends + +CHAPTER XXXIV—Heart Searchings + +CHAPTER XXXV—At Comanche Point + +CHAPTER XXXVI—-Outwitted + +CHAPTER XXXVII—The Dawn of Comprehension + +CHAPTER XXXVIII—Exit Leach Sharkey + +CHAPTER XXXIX—The Fight on the Cliff + +CHAPTER XL—Revelation + +CHAPTER XLI—Beneath the Precipice + +CHAPTER XLII—Wedding Bells + + + + + + +BUELL HAMPTON +By Willis George Emerson + + + +CONTENTS + +THEME + +BUELL HAMPTON + +CHAPTER I.—AT LAKE GENEVA + +CHAPTER II.—A CHANCE MEETING + +CHAPTER III.—A DECLARATION + +CHAPTER IV.—THE DEPARTURE + +CHAPTER V.—A FRONTIER BANKER + +CHAPTER VI.—MAJOR BUELL HAMPTON + +CHAPTER VII.—THE CATTLE KING + +CHAPTER VIII.—A COMMITTEE OF FIVE + +CHAPTER IX.—AN AFTERNOON DRIVE + +CHAPTER X.—HOME OF THE HORTONS + +CHAPTER XI.—DADDY’. CONSENT + +CHAPTER XII.—KANSAS PROHIBITION + +CHAPTER XIII.—MAJOR HAMPTON’. LIBRARY + +CHAPTER XIV.—THE SONG + +CHAPTER XV.—THE RETRACTION + +CHAPTER XVI.—THE OLD VIOLIN + +CHAPTER XVII.—LENOX AVONDALE’. ARRIVAL + +CHAPTER XVIII.—A LOVE SONG + +CHAPTER XIX.—AN INVITATION TO JOIN + +CHAPTER XX.—A DINNER AT THE HORTONS + +CHAPTER XXI.—THE FOOT-RACE + +CHAPTER XXII.—THE ELECTION + +CHAPTER XXIII.—A FORGED LETTER + +CHAPTER XXIV.—REVERSING THE HIGHER COURTS + +CHAPTER XXV.—ALMOST A TRAGEDY + +CHAPTER XXVI.—REACHING A DECISION + +CHAPTER XXVII.—THE HOT WINDS + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—“THY WILL BE DONE” + +CHAPTER XXIX.—JACK REDFIELD ARRIVES + +CHAPTER XXX.—THE QUARREL + +CHAPTER XXXI.—THE PASSING OF LORD AVONDALE + +CHAPTER XXXII.—THE SILENCING OF GOSSIP + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—A RIDE AMONG SUNFLOWERS + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—THE PRAIRIE-FIRE + +CHAPTER XXXV.—A BUCKING BRONCO + +CHAPTER XXXVI.—A STARTLING REVELATION + +CHAPTER XXXVII.—TRYING TO REMEMBER + +CHAPTER XXXVIII.—TRUTH STRANGER THAN FICTION + +CHAPTER XXXIX.—JUDGE LYNN HAS AN IDEA + +CHAPTER XL.—THE CATTLE THIEF CAUGHT + +CHAPTER XLI.—A ROSICRUCIAN + +CHAPTER XLII.—A NEW-MADE GRAVE + +CHAPTER XLIII.—UNDER THE QUIET STARS + + + + + + + + +MY “PARDNER” AND I +By Willis George Emerson +1894 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE. + +PARTIAL LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. + +CHAPTER I.—VANCE GILDER. + +CHAPTER II.—THE OLD MINER. + +CHAPTER III.—THE BANNER FORCE. + +CHAPTER IV—A SUPPER PARTY. + +CHAPTER V.—AN ODD CHARACTER. + +CHAPTER VI—THE TOWN BOOMER. + +CHAPTER VII.—A VISIT TO WATERVILLE + +CHAPTER VIII.—AT THE MINE + +CHAPTER IX.—THE STAGE DRIVER. + +CHAPTER X.—PROPERTY HAS GONE UP. + +CHAPTER XI.—OWNER OF THE PEACOCK MINE. + +CHAPTER XII—TROUT FISHING. + +CHAPTER XIII.—THE STAGE RIDE. + +CHAPTER XIV.—THE TOWN COMPANY’S MEETING. + +CHAPTER XV.—MISS VIRGINIA BONIFIELD. + +CHAPTER XVI.—THE OLD COLONEL’S DISAPPOINTMENT. + +CHAPTER XVII.—An AWAKENING. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—VANCE RETURNS TO WATERVILLE. + +CHAPTER XIX.—THE INDIGNATION MEETING + +CHAPTER XX.—THE STAGE IS ROBBED. + +CHAPTER XXI.—REACHING THE 400 FOOT LEVEL. + +CHAPTER XXII.—STARTING THE BOOM. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—RUFUS GRIM S AMBITION. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—THE GOLDEN MAUSOLEUM. + +CHAPTER XXV.—CROSS-CUTTING IN THE MINE. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—A STARTLING EDITORIAL. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—AT LAST! + + + + + + +THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY +By Willis George Emerson + + + +CONTENTS + +THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY + +CHAPTER I—AT THE PARTING OF THE WAYS + +CHAPTER II—A MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE + +CHAPTER III—FINANCIAL WOLVES + +CHAPTER IV.—THE COLLEGE WIDOW + +CHAPTER V.—WESTWARD HO! + +CHAPTER VI.—RODERICK MEETS JIM RANKIN + +CHAPTER VII—GETTING ACQUAINTED + +CHAPTER VIII.—A PHILOSOPHER AMONG THE MOUNTAINS + +CHAPTER IX—THE HIDDEN VALLEY + +CHAPTER X.—THE FAIR RIDER OF THE RANGE + +CHAPTER XI.—WINTER PASSES + +CHAPTER XII—THE MAJOR’S FIND + +CHAPTER XIV.—THE EVENING PARTY + +CHAPTER XV.—BRONCHO-BUSTING + +CHAPTER XVI.—THE MYSTERIOUS TOILERS OF THE NIGHT + +CHAPTER XVII—A TROUT FISHING EPISODE + +CHAPTER XVIII.—A COUNTRY FAIR ON THE FRONTIER + +CHAPTER XIX.—A LETTER FROM THE COLLEGE WIDOW + +CHAPTER XX.—THE STORE OF GOLD + +CHAPTER XXI.—A WARNING + +CHAPTER XXII.—THE TRAGEDY AT JACK CREEK + +CHAPTER XXIII.—THE FIGHT ON THE ROAD + +CHAPTER XXIV—SUMMER DAYS + +CHAPTER XXV.—RUNNING FOR STATE SENATOR + +CHAPTER XXVI.—UNEXPECTED POLITICAL HARMONY + +CHAPTER XXVII.—THE UPLIFTING OF HUMANITY + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—JUSTICE FOR THE WORKERS + +CHAPTER XXIX.—SLEIGH BELLS + +CHAPTER XXX.—WHITLEY ADAMS BLOWS IN + +CHAPTER XXXI.—RODERICK’S DISCOVERY + +CHAPTER XXXII.—STAKING THE CLAIMS + +CHAPTER XXXIII—THE SNOW SLIDE + +CHAPTER XXXIV—THE PASSING OF GRANT JONES + +CHAPTER XXXV.—A CALL TO SAN FRANCISCO + +CHAPTER XXXVI—IN THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS + +CHAPTER XXXVII—RODERICK RESCUES GAIL + +CHAPTER XXXVIII—THE SEARCH FOR RODERICK + +CHAPTER XXXIX—REUNIONS + +CHAPTER XL—BUELL HAMPTON’S GOOD-BY + +CHAPTER XLI.—UNDER THE BIG PINE + +AFTERWORD + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57542.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57542.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d4b4e2847ed5e38e4815570a3c43daaf55c49216 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57542.txt @@ -0,0 +1,724 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + + + +INDEX FOR WORKS OF NEIL MUNRO + +By Neil Munro + +Compiled by David Widger from Project Gutenberg Editions + + + +CONTENTS + +## DOOM CASTLE + +## GILIAN THE DREAMER + +## JOHN SPLENDID + +## THE LOST PIBROCH and OTHERS + +## BUD + +## THE SHOES OF FORTUNE + +## ERCHIE + +## JAUNTY JOCK AND OTHERS + +THE DAFT DAYS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +DOOM CASTLE +By NEIL MUNRO + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + DOOM CASTLE + + + CHAPTER I — COUNT VICTOR COMES TO A STRANGE COUNTRY + + CHAPTER II — THE PURSUIT + + CHAPTER III — BARON OF DOOM + + CHAPTER IV — WANTED, A SPY + + CHAPTER V — THE FLAGEOLET + + CHAPTER VI — MUNGO BOYD + + CHAPTER VII — THE BAY OF THE BOAR'S HEAD + + CHAPTER VIII — AN APPARITION + + CHAPTER IX — TRAPPED + + CHAPTER X — SIM MACTAGGART, CHAMBERLAIN + + CHAPTER XI — THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW + + CHAPTER XII — OMENS AND ALARMS + + CHAPTER XIII — A LAWYER'S GOOD LADY + + CHAPTER XIV — CLAMOUR + + CHAPTER XV — A RAY OF LIGHT + + CHAPTER XVI — OLIVIA + + CHAPTER XVII — A SENTIMENTAL SECRET + + CHAPTER XVIII — “Loch Sloy!” + + CHAPTER XIX — REVELATION + + CHAPTER XX — AN EVENING'S MELODY IN THE BOAR'S HEAD INN + + CHAPTER XXI — COUNT VICTOR CHANGES HIS QUARTERS + + CHAPTER XXII — THE LONELY LADY + + CHAPTER XXIII — A MAN OF NOBLE SENTIMENT + + CHAPTER XXIV — A BROKEN TRYST + + CHAPTER XXV — RECONCILIATION + + CHAPTER XXVI — THE DUKE'S BALL + + CHAPTER XXVII — THE DUEL ON THE SANDS + + CHAPTER XXVIII — THE DUEL ON THE SANDS—Continued. + + CHAPTER XXIX — THE CELL IN THE FOSSE + + CHAPTER XXX — A DUCAL DISPUTATION + + CHAPTER XXXI — FLIGHT + + CHAPTER XXXII — THE INDISCRETION OF THE DUCHESS + + CHAPTER XXXIII — BACK IN DOOM + + CHAPTER XXXIV — IN DAYS OF STORM + + CHAPTER XXXV — A DAMNATORY DOCUMENT + + CHAPTER XXXVI — LOVE + + CHAPTER XXXVII — THE FUTILE FLAGEOLET + + CHAPTER XXXVIII — A WARNING + + CHAPTER XXXIX — BETRAYED BY A BALLAD + + CHAPTER XL — THE DAY OF JUDGMENT + + CHAPTER XLI — CONCLUSION + + + + + +GILIAN THE DREAMER +His Fancy, His Love and Adventure + + +By Neil Munro + + + CONTENTS + + + + GILIAN THE DREAMER + + PART I + + CHAPTER I WHEN THE GEAN-TREE BLOSSOMED + + CHAPTER II THE PENSIONERS + + CHAPTER III THE FUNERAL + + CHAPTER IV MISS MARY + + CHAPTER V THE BROTHERS + + CHAPTER VI COURT-MARTIAL + + CHAPTER VII THE MAN ON THE QUAY + + CHAPTER VIII THE SHERIFF’S SUPPER PARTY + + CHAPTER IX ACADEMIA + + CHAPTER X ON HIS MAJESTY’S SERVICE + + CHAPTER XI THE SOUND OF THE DRUM + + CHAPTER XII ILLUSION + + CHAPTER XIII A GHOST + + CHAPTER XIV THE CORNAL’S LOVE STORY + + CHAPTER XV ON BOARD THE “JEAN” + + CHAPTER XVI THE DESPERATE BATTLE + + CHAPTER XVII THE STORM + + CHAPTER XVIII DISCOVERY + + CHAPTER XIX LIGHTS OUT! + + PART II + + CHAPTER XX THE RETURN + + CHAPTER XXI THE SORROWFUL SEASON + + CHAPTER XXII IN CHURCH + + CHAPTER XXIII YOUNG ISLAY + + CHAPTER XXIV MAAM HOUSE + + CHAPTER XXV THE EAVESDROPPER + + CHAPTER XXVI AGAIN IN THE GARDEN + + CHAPTER XXVII ALARM + + CHAPTER XXVIII GILIAN’S OPPORTUNITY + + CHAPTER XXIX THE ELOPEMENT + + CHAPTER XXX AMONG THE HEATHER + + CHAPTER XXXI DEFIANCE + + CHAPTER XXXII AN OLD MAID’S SECRET + + CHAPTER XXXIII THE PROMISE + + CHAPTER XXXIV CHASE + + CHAPTER XXXV AN EMPTY HUT + + CHAPTER XXXVI CONCLUSION + + + + +JOHN SPLENDID +The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn + + +By Neil Munro + + + + CONTENTS + + + (Note: Chapter XII notation skipped in the print copy.) + + + + DEDICATION. + + + + JOHN SPLENDID. + + + + CHAPTER I. FROM THE FOREIGN FIELD. + + CHAPTER II. GILLESBEG GRUAMACH. + + CHAPTER III. THE LADY ON THE STAIR. + + CHAPTER IV. A NIGHT ALARM. + + CHAPTER V. KIRK LAW. + + CHAPTER VI. MY LADY OF MOODS. + + CHAPTER VII. CHILDREN OF THE MIST. + + CHAPTER VIII. THE BALE-FIRES ON THE BENS. + + CHAPTER IX. INVASION. + + CHAPTER X. THE FLIGHT TO THE FOREST. + + CHAPTER XI. ON BENS OF WAR. + + CHAPTER XIII. WHERE TREADS THE DEER. + + CHAPTER XIV. MY LADY AND THE CHILD. + + CHAPTER XV. CONFESSIONS OF A MARQUIS. + + CHAPTER XVI. OUR MARCH FOR LOCHABER. + + CHAPTER XVII. IN THE LAND OF LORN. + + CHAPTER XVIII. BARD OF KEPPOCH. + + CHAPTER XIX. THE MIRACULOUS JOURNEY. + + CHAPTER XX. INVERLOCHY. + + CHAPTER XXI. SEVEN BROKEN MEN. + + CHAPTER XXII. DAME DUBH. + + CHAPTER XXIII. THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE. + + CHAPTER XXIV. A NIGHT’S SHELTER. + + CHAPTER XXV. THE ANGRY EAVESDROPPER. + + CHAPTER XXVI. TRAPPED. + + CHAPTER XXVII. A TAVERN IN THE WILDS. + + CHAPTER XXVIII. LOST ON THIS MOOR OF KANNOCH. + + CHAPTER XXIX. THE RETURN. + + CHAPTER XXX. ARGILE’S BEDROOM. + + CHAPTER XXXI. MISTRESS BETTY. + + CHAPTER XXXII. A SCANDAL AND A QUARREL. + + CHAPTER XXXIII. THE BROKEN SWORD. + + CHAPTER XXXIV. LOVE IN THE WOODS. + + CHAPTER XXXV. FAREWELL. + + + + + + +THE LOST PIBROCH +AND OTHER SHEILING STORIES + + +By Neil Munro + + + +CONTENTS + +THE LOST PIBROCH + +RED HAND + +THE SECRET OF THE HEATHER-ALE + +BOBOON'S CHILDREN + +THE FELL SERGEANT. + +BLACK MURDO + +THE SEA-FAIRY OF FRENCH FORELAND. + +SHUDDERMAN SOLDIER + +WAR. + +A FINE PAIR OF SHOES + +CASTLE DARK. + +A GAELIC GLOSSARY. + + + + + + +BUD +A Novel + + +By Neil Munro + + +1906 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + +CHAPTER XXXIII + +CHAPTER XXXIV + + + + + + +THE SHOES OF FORTUNE +HOW THEY BROUGHT TO MANHOOD LOVE ADVENTURE AND CONTENT AS ALSO INTO DIVERS PERILS ON LAND AND SEA IN FOREIGN PARTS AND IN AN ALIEN ARMY PAUL GREIG OF THE HAZEL DEN IN SCOTLAND ONE TIME PURSER OF 'THE SEVEN SISTERS' BRIGANTINE OF HULL AND LATE LIEUTENANT IN THE REGIMENT D'AUVERGNE ALL AS WRIT BY HIM AND NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME SET FORTH + + +By Neil Munro + + +Illustrated by A. S. Boyd + + + +CONTENTS + +THE SHOES OF FORTUNE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +CHAPTER XXXIII + +CHAPTER XXXIV + +CHAPTER XXXV + +CHAPTER XXXVI + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +CHAPTER XXXVIII + +CHAPTER XXXIX + +CHAPTER XL + +CHAPTER XLI + +CHAPTER XLII + +CHAPTER XLIII + +CHAPTER XLIV + + + + + + +ERCHIE +My Droll Friend + + +By Hugh Foulis +(Neil Munro) +(The Looker-On) + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE. + + +ERCHIE + +I INTRODUCTORY TO AN ODD CHARACTER + +II ERCHIE’S FLITTING + +III DEGENERATE DAYS + +IV THE BURIAL OF BIG MACPHEE + +V THE PRODIGAL SON + +VI MRS DUFFY DESERTS HER MAN + +VII CARNEGIE’S WEE LASSIE + +VIII A SON OF THE CITY + +IX ERCHIE ON THE KING’S CRUISE + +X HOW JINNET SAW THE KING + +XI ERCHIE RETURNS + +XII DUFFY’S FIRST FAMILY + +XIII ERCHIE GOES TO A BAZAAR + +XIV HOLIDAYS + +XV THE STUDENT LODGER + +XVI JINNET’S TEA-PARTY + +XVII THE NATIVES OF CLACHNACUDDEN + +XVIII MARY ANN + +XIX DUFFY’S, WEDDING + +XX ON CORPORAL PUNISHMENT + +XXI THE FOLLIES OF FASHION + +XXII ERCHIE IN AN ART TEA-ROOM + +XXIII THE HIDDEN TREASURE + +XXIV THE VALENTEEN + +XXV AMONG THE PICTURES + +XXVI THE PROBATIONARY GHOST + +XXVII JINNET’S CHRISTMAS SHOPPING + +XXVIII A BET ON BURNS + +XXIX THE PRODIGAL’S RETURN + + + + +JAUNTY JOCK +And Other Stories + + +BY +NEIL MUNRO + +p. iiiCONTENTS. + + + + +PAGE + +Jaunty Jock + + +1 + +Young Pennymore + + +33 + +A Return to Nature + + +55 + +The Brooch + + +97 + +The First-foot + + +137 + +Isle of Illusion + + +153 + +The Tudor Cup + + +181 + +“Copenhagen”: A Character + + +205 + +The Silver Drum + + +223 + +The Scottish Pompadour + + +261 + +The Tale of the Boon Companion + + +285 + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Index for Works of Neil Munro, by Neil Munro + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57626.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57626.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..e796e1dad9f467787f119fa3675e89224b9e3c5e --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57626.txt @@ -0,0 +1,545 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger from page images generously +provided by the Internet Archive + + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF FRANK E. SMEDLEY + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## FRANK FAIRLEGH + +## HARRY COVERDALE’S COURTSHIP + +## FORTUNES OF THE COLVILLE FAMILY + +## LEWIS ARUNDEL + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +FRANK FAIRLEGH +SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF A PRIVATE PUPIL + +BY FRANK E. SMEDLEY + +WITH TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK + +A NEW EDITION METHUEN & CO. LONDON 1904 +This Issue is founded on the First Edition, +published by A. Hall, Virtue, & Co., in the year 1850. + + +Contents + +FRANK FAIRLEGH +CHAPTER I ALL RIGHT! OFF WE GO! +CHAPTER II LOSS AND GAIN +CHAPTER III COLD-WATER CURE FOR THE HEARTACHE +CHAPTER IV THE ADVENTURE OF THE MACINTOSH +CHAPTER V MAD BESS +CHAPTER VI LAWLESS GETS THOROUGHLY PUT OUT +CHAPTER VII THE BOARD OF GREEN CLOTH +CHAPTER VIII GOOD RESOLUTIONS +CHAPTER IX A DENOUEMENT +CHAPTER X THE BOATING PARTY +CHAPTER XI BREAKERS AHEAD! +CHAPTER XII DEATH AND CHANGE +CHAPTER XIII CATCHING A SHRIMP +CHAPTER XIV THE BALL +CHAPTER XV RINGING THE CURFEW +CHAPTER XVI THE ROMAN FATHER +CHAPTER XVII THE INVISIBLE GIRL +CHAPTER XVIII THE GAME IN BARSTONE PARK +CHAPTER XIX TURNING THE TABLES +CHAPTER XX ALMA MATER +CHAPTER XXI THE WINE-PARTY +CHAPTER XXII TAMING A SHREW +CHAPTER XXIII WHAT HARRY AND I FOUND WHEN LOST +CHAPTER XXIV HOW OAKLANDS BROKE HIS HORSEWHIP +CHAPTER XXV THE CHALLENGE +CHAPTER XXVI COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS +CHAPTER XXVII THE DUEL +CHAPTER XXVIII THE SUBSTANCE OF THE SHADOW +CHAPTER XXIX THE STRUGGLE IN CHESTERTON MEADOW +CHAPTER XXX MR. FRAMPTON'S INTRODUCTION TO A TIGER +CHAPTER XXXI HOW I RISE A DEGREE +CHAPTER XXXII CATCHING SIGHT OF AN OLD FLAME +CHAPTER XXXIII WOMAN'S A RIDDLE +CHAPTER XXXIV THE RIDDLE BAFFLES ME! +CHAPTER XXXV A MYSTERIOUS LETTER +CHAPTER XXXVI THE RIDDLE SOLVED +CHAPTER XXXVII THE FORLORN HOPE +CHAPTER XXXVIII PACING THE ENEMY +CHAPTER XXXIX THE COUNCIL OF WAR +CHAPTER XL LAWLESS'S MATINÉE MUSICALE +CHAPTER XLI HOW LAWLESS BECAME A LADY'S MAN +CHAPTER XLII THE MEET AT EVERSLEY GORSE +CHAPTER XLIII A CHARADE — NOT ALL ACTING +CHAPTER XLIV CONFESSIONS +CHAPTER XLV HELPING A LAME DOG OVER A STILE +CHAPTER XLVI TEARS AND SMILES +CHAPTER XLVII A CURE FOR THE HEARTACHE +CHAPTER XLVIII PAYING OFF OLD SCORES +CHAPTER XLIX MR. FRAMPTON MAKES A DISCOVERY +CHAPTER L A RAY OF SUNSHINE +CHAPTER LI FREDDY COLEMAN FALLS INTO DIFFICULTIES +CHAPTER LII LAWLESS ASTONISHES MR. COLEMAN +CHAPTER LIII A COMEDY OF ERRORS +CHAPTER LIV MR. VERNOR MEETS HIS MATCH +CHAPTER LV THE PURSUIT +CHAPTER LVI RETRIBUTION +CHAPTER THE LAST WOO'D AND MARRIED AND + + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Page27 —— Caught in a Trap + +Page29 —— Ornamenting a Writing Desk + +Page44 —— Mad Bess + +Page56 —— Lawless Finds his Level + +Page79 —— The Doctor Makes a Discovery + +Page90 —— The Doctor Expels a Pupil + +Page104 ——Frank Rescues Coleman + +Page124 ——Fall of the Cadelabrum + +Page133 ——Freddy Mystifies the Beadle + +Page135 ——Eloping With the Fire-engine + +Page167 ——The Wine Party + +Page190 ——The Roused Lion + +Page216 ——Result of Giving Satisfaction + +Page231 ——Fairlegh to the Rescue + +Page246 ——Hurrah! Room for the Governor + +Page249 ——Shy Young Gentleman + +Page253 —— A Mysterious Bonnet + +Page266 —— An Unexpected Reverie + +Page281 —— The Discovery + +Page338 —— Lovers Leap + +Page345 —— A Charade Not All Acting + +Page382 —— A New Cure for the Heart-ache + +Page398 —— A Striking Position + +Page418 —— The Reconciliation + +Page430 —— Mammon Worship + +Page447 —— A Messenger of Evil + +Page457 —— The Retribution + +Page459 —— The Rescue + + + +HARRY COVERDALE’S COURTSHIP, +AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT +By Frank E. Smedley, +1854 + + + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +HARRY COVERDALE’S COURTSHIP, AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT. + +CHAPTER I.—TREATS OF THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE. + +CHAPTER II.—AFFORDS A SPECIMEN OF HARRY’s “QUIET MANNER” WITH HIS TENANTRY. + +CHAPTER III.—HAZLEHURST PLEADS HIS CAUSE AND WINS IT. + +CHAPTER IV.—CONTAINS, AMONG OTHER “EXQUISITE” SKETCHES, A PORTRAIT OF A PUPPY + +CHAPTER V.—PROVES THE ADVISABILITY OF LOOKING BEFORE YOU LEAP. + +CHAPTER VI.—JEST AND EARNEST. + +CHAPTER VII.—WHEREIN SYMPTOMS OF HARRY’S COUETSHIP BEGIN TO APPEAR ON A STORMY HORIZON. + +CHAPTER VIII.—HARRY CONDESCENDS TO PLAY THE AGREEABLE. + +CHAPTER IX.—CONTAINS LITTLE ELSE SAVE MOONSHINE. + +CHAPTER X.—“EQUO NE CREDITE TEUCRI.”—(Virgil) + +CHAPTER XI.—“POST EQUTTEM SEDET ATEA. CURA.”—(Horace) + +CHAPTER XII.—HARRY PUTS HIS FOOT IN IT. + +CHAPTER XIII.—“DEEPER AND DEEPER STILL.” + +CHAPTER XIV.—DECIDEDLY EMBARRASSING. + +CHAPTER XV.—RELATES THE UNEXPECTED BENEVOLENCE OF HORACE D’ALMAYNE. + +CHAPTER XVI.—TREATS OF THINGS IN GENERAL. + +CHAPTER XVII.—PLOTTING AND COUNTER-PLOTTING. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—ALICE’S FIRST INTRODUCTION TO HER HUSBAND’S “QUIET MANNER.” + +CHAPTER XIX.—A COMEDY OF ERRORS. + +CHAPTER XX.—THE MORNING OF THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER. + +CHAPTER XXI.—THE EVENING OF THE SAME DAY. + +CHAPTER XXII.—KATE SOWS THE WIND. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—ADVICE GRATIS. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—A STORM BREWING. + +CHAPTER XXV.—THE STORM BURSTS. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—THE ATMOSPHERE REMAINS CLOUDY. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—THE PLEASURES OF KEEPING UP THE GAME + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—ALICE SUCCOURS THE DISTRESSED. + +CHAPTER XXIX.—HOW TO MAKE HOME HAPPY. + +CHAPTER XXX.—INTRODUCES A LORDLY GALLANT. + +CHAPTER XXXI.—SPIDERS AND FLIES. + +CHAPTER XXXII.—A GLIMPSE AT THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER. + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—TELEMACUUS AND MENTOR. + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—CIRCE. + +CHAPTER XXXV.—FLOWERS AND THORNS. + +CHAPTER XXXVI.—ARCADIA IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. + +CHAPTER XXXVII.—A CONCESSION, AND A “PARTIE QUARRÉE.” + +CHAPTER XXXVIII.—SOME OF THE JOYS OF OUR DANCING DAYS. + +CHAPTER XXXIX.—ARABELLA. + +CHAPTER XL.—DEEPER AND DEEPER STILL. + +CHAPTER XLI.—ADVICE GRATIS. + +CHAPTER XLII.—L’EMBARRAS DES RICHESSES. + +CHAPTER XLIII.—EATING WHITEBAIT. + +CHAPTER XLIV.—LORD ALFRED COURTLAND SOWS A FEW WILD OATS. + +CHAPTER XLV.—THE OVERTURE TO DON PASQUALE. + +CHAPTER XLVI.—KATE BEGINS TO REAP THE WHIRLWIND. + +CHAPTER XLVII.—A GLIMPSE AT THE CLOVEN FOOT. + +CHAPTER XLVIII.—MAGNANIMITY. + +CHAPTER XLIX.—ALICE PERCEIVES THE ERROR OP HER WAYS. + +CHAPTER L.—THE LETTER. + +CHAPTER LI.—OTHELLO VISITS CASSIO. + +CHAPTER LII.—A GLEAM OF LIGHT. + +CHAPTER LIII.—AFTER THE MANNER OF “BELL’S LIFE.” + +CHAPTER LIV.—SETTLING PRELIMINARIES. + +CHAPTER LV.—THE RACE. + +CHAPTER LVI.—THE CATASTROPHE. + +CHAPTER LVII.—AN ANONYMOUS LETTER. + +CHAPTER LVIII.—DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND. + +CHAPTER LIX.—HORACE WEATHERS THE STORM. + +CHAPTER LX.—ANXIETY. + +CHAPTER LXI.—ALICE APPOINTS HER SUCCESSOR. + +CHAPTER LXII.—MRS. COVERDALE THINKS BETTER OF IT. + +CHAPTER LXIII.—LORD ALFRED SEVERS HIS LEADING STRINGS. + +CHAPTER LXIV.—D’ALMAYNE PLAYS HIS LAST CARD. + +CHAPTER LXV.—SETTLES EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING. + + + + + + + + + + + +THE FORTUNES OF THE COLVILLE FAMILY +or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining +By Frank E. Smedley +1867 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE FORTUNES OF THE COLVILLE FAMILY. + +CHAPTER I.—THE TWO PICTURES. + +CHAPTER II.—THE BROTHERS. + +CHAPTER III.—A ROMANTIC ADVENTURE. + +CHAPTER IV.—SHUFFLING, DEALING, AND TURNING UP A KNAVE AND A TRUMP. + +CHAPTER V.—A FAST SPECIMEN OF “YOUNG ENGLAND.” + +CHAPTER VI.—THE CONSPIRACY. + +CHAPTER VII.—TEMPTATION. + +CHAPTER VIII.—NORMAN’S REVENGE. + +CHAPTER IX.—THE DISCOVERY. + +CHAPTER X.—THE TRIBUNAL OF JUSTICE. + +CHAPTER XI.—LOSS AND GAIN. + +CHAPTER XII.—THE ROSEBUD SKETCHES FROM MEMORY. + +CHAPTER XIII.—AN ‘ELEGANT EXTRACT’ FROM BLAIR’s SERMONS. + +CHAPTER XIV.—CONTAINS MUCH DOCTOR’S STUFF, AND OTHER RUBBISH. + +CHAPTER XV.—SETTLES THREE OF THE DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. + +CHAPTER XVI.—AND LAST.—THE MORAL DRAWN VERY MILD! + + + + + + + + + + + +LEWIS ARUNDEL +Or, The Railroad Of Life +By Frank E. Smedley, +1852 + + + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I.—IN WHICH THE TRAIN STARTS, AND THE READER IS INTRODUCED TO THREE FIRST-CLASS PASSENGERS. + +CHAPTER II.—SHOWING HOW LEWIS LOSES HIS TEMPER, AND LEAVES HIS HOME. + +CHAPTER III.—IN WHICH RICHARD FRERE MENDS THE BACK OF ST. THOMAS AQUINAS, AND THE READER IS INTRODUCED TO CHARLEY LEICESTER. + +CHAPTER IV.—LEWIS ENLISTS UNDER A “CONQUERING HERO,” AND STARTS ON A DANGEROUS EXPEDITION. + +CHAPTER V.—IS OF A DECIDEDLY WARLIKE CHARACTER. + +CHAPTER VI.—IN WHICH LEWIS ARUNDEL SKETCHES A COW, AND THE AUTHOR DRAWS A YOUNG LADY. + +CHAPTER VII.—WHEREIN THE READER IS INTRODUCED TO MISS LIVINGSTONE, AND INFORMED WHO IS THE GREATEST MAN OF THE AGE. + +CHAPTER VIII.—LEWIS RECEIVES A LECTURE AND A COLD BATH. + +CHAPTER IX.—WHEREIN RICHARD FRERE AND LEWIS TURN MAHOMETANS. + +CHAPTER X.—CONTAINS A PRACTICAL COMMENTARY ON THE PROVERB, “ALL IS NOT GOLD WHICH GLITTERS.” + +CHAPTER XI.—TOM BRACY MEETS HIS MATCH. + +CHAPTER XII.—LEWIS FORFEITS THE RESPECT OF ALL POOR-LAW GUARDIANS. + +CHAPTER XIII.—IS CHIEFLY HORTICULTURAL, SHOWING THE EFFECTS PRODUCED BY TRAINING UPON A SWEET AND DELICATE ROSE. + +CHAPTER XIV.—PRESENTS TOM BRACY IN A NEW AND INTERESTING ASPECT. + +CHAPTER XV.—CONTAINS A DISQUISITION ON MODERN POETRY, AND AFFORDS THE READER A PEEP BEHIND THE EDITORIAL CURTAIN. + +CHAPTER XVI.—MISS LIVINGSTONE SPEAKS A BIT OF HER MIND. + +CHAPTER XVII.—CONTAINS MUCH FOLLY AND A LITTLE COMMON SENSE. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—LEWIS RECEIVES A MYSTERIOUS COMMUNICATION, AND IS RUN AWAY WITH BY TWO YOUTHFUL BEAUTIES. + +CHAPTER XIX.—CHARLEY LEICESTER BEWAILS HIS CRUEL MISFORTUNE. + +CHAPTER XX.—SOME OF THE CHARACTERS FALL OUT AND OTHERS FALL IN. + +CHAPTER XXI.—FAUST GETS ON SWIMMINGLY, AND THE READER IS INTRODUCED TO A DIVING BELLE “WRINGING” WET. + +CHAPTER XXII.—THE TRAIN ARRIVES AT AN IMPORTANT STATION. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—DE GRANDEVILLE THREATENS A CONFIDENCE AND ELICITS CHARLEY LEICESTER’S IDEAS ON MATRIMONY. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—RELATES HOW CHARLEY LEICESTER WAS FIRST “SPRIGHTED BY A FOOL,” THEN BESET BY AN AMAZON. + +CHAPTER XXV.—CONTAINS A MYSTERIOUS INCIDENT, AND SHOWS HOW THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DOES RUN SMOOTH. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—SUNSHINE AFTER SHOWERS. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—BROTHERLY LOVE “À LA MODE.” + +CHAPTER XXVIII.—BEGINS ABRUPTLY AND ENDS UNCOMFORTABLY. + +CHAPTER XXIX.—DE GRANDEVILLE MEETS HIS MATCH. + +CHAPTER XXX.—THE GENERAL TAKES THE FIELD. + +CHAPTER XXXI.—IS CHIEFLY CULINARY, CONTAINING RECIPES FOR A “GOOD PRESERVE” AND A “PRETTY PICKLE.” + +CHAPTER XXXII—LEWIS MAKES A DISCOVERY AND GETS INTO A “STATE OF MIND.” + +CHAPTER XXXIII.—CONTAINS SUNDRY DEFINITIONS OF WOMAN “AS SHE SHOULD BE,” AND DISCLOSES MRS. ARUNDEL’S OPINION OF RICHARD FRERE. + +CHAPTER XXXIV.—ROSE AND FRERE GO TO VISIT MR. NONPAREIL THE PUBLISHER. + +CHAPTER XXXV.—HOW RICHARD FRERE OBTAINED A SPECIMEN OF THE “PODICEPS CORNUTUS.” + +CHAPTER XXXVI.—RECOUNTS “YE PLEASAUNTE PASTYMES AND CUNNYNGE DEVYCES” OF ONE THOMAS BRACY. + +CHAPTER XXXVII.—WHEREIN IS FAITHFULLY DEPICTED THE CONSTANCY OF THE TURTLE-DOVE. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII.—DESCRIBES THE HUMOURS OF A LONDON DINNER-PARTY IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. + +CHAPTER XXXIX.—IS IN TWO FYTTES—VIZ., FYTTE THE FIRST, A SULKY FIT—FYTTE THE SECOND, A FIT OF HYSTERICS. + +CHAPTER XL.—SHOWS, AMONGST OTHER MATTERS, HOW RICHARD FRERE PASSED A RESTLESS NIGHT. + +CHAPTER XLI.—ANNIE GRANT FALLS INTO DIFFICULTIES. + +CHAPTER XLII.—A TÊTE-À-TÊTE, AND A TRAGEDY. + +CHAPTER XLIII.—WHEREIN FAUST “SETS UP” FOR A GENTLEMAN, AND TAKES A COURSE OF SERIOUS READING. + +CHAPTER XLIV.—LEWIS PRACTICALLY TESTS THE ASSERTION THAT VIRTUE IS ITS OWN REWARD, AND OBTAINS AN UNSATISFACTORY RESULT. + +CHAPTER XLV.—ANNIE GRANT TAKES TO STUDYING GERMAN, AND MEETS WITH AN ALARMING ADVENTURE. + +CHAPTER XLVI.—IS CALCULATED TO “MURDER SLEEP” FOR ALL NERVOUS YOUNG LADIES WHO READ IT. + +CHAPTER XLVII.—CONTAINS A “MIDNIGHT STRUGGLE,” GARNISHED WITH A DUE AMOUNT OF BLOODSHED, AND OTHER NECESSARY HORRORS. + +CHAPTER XLVIII.—WHEREIN THE READER DIVERGES INTO A NEW BRANCH OF “THE RAILROAD OF LIFE” IN A THIRD-CLASS CARRIAGE. + +CHAPTER XLIX.—CONTAINS A PARADOX—LEWIS, WHEN LEAST RESIGNED, DISPLAYS THE VIRTUE OF RESIGNATION. + +CHAPTER L.—SHOWS HOW LEWIS CAME TO A “DOGGED” DETERMINATION, AND WAS MADE THE SHUTTLECOCK OF FATE. + +CHAPTER LI.—CONTAINS MUCH SORROW, AND PREPARES THE WAY FOR MORE. + +CHAPTER LII.—VINDICATES THE APHORISM THAT “’TIS AN ILL WIND WHICH BLOWS NO ONE ANY GOOD.” + +CHAPTER LIII.—DEPICTS THE MARRIED LIFE OF CHARLEY LEICESTER. + +CHAPTER LIV.—TREATS OF A METAMORPHOSIS NOT DESCRIBED BY OVID. + +CHAPTER LV.—IS DECIDEDLY ORIGINAL, AS IT DISPLAYS MATRIMONY IN A MORE FAVOURABLE LIGHT THAN COURTSHIP. + +CHAPTER LVI.—LEWIS ATTENDS AN EVENING PARTY, AND NARROWLY ESCAPES BEING “CUT” BY AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. + +CHAPTER LVII.—WALTER SEES A GHOST. + +CHAPTER LVIII.—CONTAINS MUCH PLOTTING AND COUNTERPLOTTING. + +CHAPTER LIX.—DESCRIBES THAT INDESCRIBABLE SCENE, “THE DERBY DAY.” + +CHAPTER LX.—CONTAINS SOME “NOVEL” REMARKS UPON THE ROMANTIC CEREMONY OF MATRIMONY. + +CHAPTER LXI.—“WE MET, ’TWAS IN A CROWD!” + +CHAPTER LXII.—“POINTS A MORAL,” AND SO IT IS TO BE HOPED “ADORNS A TALE.” + +CHAPTER LXIII.—SHOWS HOW IT FARED WITH THE LAMB WHICH THE WOLF HAD WORRIED. + +CHAPTER LXIV.—THE FATE OF THE WOLF! + +CHAPTER LXV.—FAUST PAYS A MORNING VISIT. + +CHAPTER LXVI.—URSA MAJOR SHOWS HIS TEETH. + +CHAPTER LXVII.—RELATES HOW, THE ECLIPSE BEING OVER, THE SUN BEGAN TO SHINE AGAIN. + +CHAPTER LXVIII.—LEWIS OUT-GENERALS THE GENERAL, AND THE TRAIN STOPS. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57632.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57632.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ec0645cec7b2bd122232291a4aed76223d393930 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57632.txt @@ -0,0 +1,236 @@ + + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Front cover] + + + + +[Frontispiece: The Lincoln Imp + Photographed in its actual position in the + Angel Choir of Lincoln Cathedral by S. Smith] + + + + + The Legend + of the + Lincoln Imp + + by H. J. Kesson + (Ursus) + + + Lincoln: J. W. Ruddock & Sons Ltd + + + + + The + Legend + of the + Lincoln + Imp + + + + To my friend + E. B. K. D. + + + + COPYRIGHT + + First edition 1904 + Reprinted 1907, 1911, 1919, 1922, 1923, + 1925, 1927, 1930, 1935, 1939, 1941, 1944. + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Lincoln Imp] + + +[Illustration: The Legend of the Lincoln Imp] + + + The Legend of the Lincoln Imp + + The devil was in a good humour one day, + And let out his sprightly young demons to play. + One dived in the sea, and was not at all wet, + One jumped in a furnace: no scorch did he get; + One rode on a rainbow; one delved in the dirt; + One handled fork lightning, nor got any hurt; + One strode on the wind as he would on a steed, + And thus to old Lindum was carried with speed, + Where aldermen heard him conceitedly say + "There'll be, ere I leave it, the devil to pay." + + +[Illustration: One strode on the wind as he would on a steed] + + + "And now," says the Imp, "take me into the church; + "His lordship of Lindum I'll knock off his perch; + "I'll blow up the chapter, and blow up the dean; + "The canons I'll cannon right over the screen; + "I'll blow up the singers, bass, tenor, and boy; + "And the blower himself shall a blowing enjoy; + "The organist, too, shall right speedily find + "That I'll go one better in raising the wind; + "I'll blow out the windows, and blow out the lights, + "Tear vestments to tatters, put ritual to rights! + "And e'en the poor verger who comes in my road + "Will find"--vulgar Imp!--"he may likewise be blow'd." + + +[Illustration: "He may likewise be blow'd."] + + + Now the wind has his faults, but you'll find on the whole + If somewhat uncouth, he's an orthodox soul; + He wouldn't blow hard on a monarch, I ween, + Nor ruffle the robes of a bishop or dean; + And if for dissenters he cares not the least, + You won't catch him blowing up deacon or priest; + The man in the street he may rudely unrig, + But he snatches not judge's or barrister's wig. + When he enters a church, as the musical know, + 'Tis only to make the sweet organ-pipes blow: + The toot on the "choir" or the "swell" or the "great," + And hence at the Imp he was justly irate; + So in sorrowful anger he said to the elf, + "No! here I shall stop, you may go by yourself." + + The impudent elf in derision replied, + "Such half-hearted folks are much better outside; + "To force you to enter I cannot, but see, + "Till I've finished my fun, you must wait here for me." + + +[Illustration: "THE DEVIL LOOKING OVER LINCOLN" + A grotesque sculpture on a pinnacle over + the south porch of Lincoln Cathedral.] + + + Then he entered the porch in an imp-ious way, + Declaring the nave should be spelt with a K; + He roamed through each transept, he strolled in each aisle, + Then he thought in the choir he would romp for a while. + As he passed 'neath the rood no obeisance he made; + No rev'rence at all to the altar he paid; + He thumbed all the canons' and choristers' books, + And cast on the saints his most insolent looks; + The chalice and patens were safe in a box, + He was stopped in the act of unpicking the locks. + He hacked at the lectern and chopped at the stalls; + The tapestry tore from the sanctified walls; + Incensed against incense, the thuribles he + Demolished; the candlesticks broke on his knee. + + +[Illustration: The candlesticks broke on his knee.] + + + Then seeing some angels he cried, "Pretty things, + "A sackful of feathers I'll pluck from your wings + "To make me a couch when I'm tired of this joke," + Ah! soon he was sorry that rudely he spoke; + For the tiniest angel, with amethyst eyes + And hair like spun gold, 'fore the altar did rise, + Pronouncing these words in a dignified tone + "O impious Imp, be ye turned into stone!" + So he was, as you'll see when to Lincoln you stray: + And the wind has been waiting outside till this day. + You can't see the wind, but no matter for that + Believe, or he'll rob you of cloak or of hat. + + +[Illustration: He'll rob you of cloak or of hat.] + + + MORAL + + This moral, I trust, you'll deduce from my lay-- + If ever you're minded the mischief to play. + Be sure that you're able the "needful" to find, + In other words, certain of "raising the wind"; + And then, when you're bent upon "going the pace," + Don't count on the wind, or I pity your case. + There are bikes at your service, and motors galore. + Steam, gas, and electric machines by the score; + Again, if for skittish amusement you search. + Don't meddle, I pray, with affairs of the church. + The puppets of politics--all will admit-- + Are legitimate sport for exuberant wit; + But if ever a trick on the clergy you play, + You'll speedily find there's the "dickens to pay." + + +[Illustration: There are bikes at your service, and motors galore.] + + + To angels--when met--be extremely polite, + Attentions too forward they'll keenly requite; + Don't ruffle their feathers; just let them alone. + Else, if you're converted, 'twill be into stone; + Don't chum with low people, unruly and bold. + And be left, when they've done with you, "out in the cold." + Don't be far too clever; but seek to be good, + And when you're at Lincoln behave as you should: + Step into the Minster the Imp to behold. + Who points to the truth of the tale that I've told. + So visit old Lindum, a city most rare; + Of course take a ticket, and pay the due fare! + + +[Illustration: Of course take a ticket, and pay the due fare!] + + + +[Illustration: THE ANGEL CHOIR, LINCOLN CATHEDRAL + The Imp is on the + last column but one] + + + +[Illustration: THE SOUTH PORCH, LINCOLN CATHEDRAL] + + + +[Illustration: THE LINCOLN CATHEDRAL WEST FRONT] + + + +[Illustration: Rear cover] + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Legend of the Lincoln Imp, by H. J. Kesson + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5766.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5766.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..d29d69d96000c930ef808ad207ad82894219f020 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg5766.txt @@ -0,0 +1,580 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +Copyright (C) 2002 by L.M. Wong + +Dommy dominaeprimus@yahoo.com + + + + + +PRAETOR'S LUNCH + +By DOM + +The ancient magistrate is having lunch at noon and these are +our attempts at capturing his thoughts in the midst of dining. +Thoughts are expressed in both verse and prose form. +Take this morsel by morsel. + + + + + + +FIRST MORSEL +We wish an end to war with promises and hopes of peace. We wish for peace ,we +prepare for war. We threaten peace of others with war. We rouse ourselves with the +cry to arms. In peace or war we are restless. In peace we amuse ourselves by sparring +and wargames .In war we sing our lamentations of peace. +What are we ? A warlike race intent on keeping an empire with abundance .At the +same time advance in all directions with our might. +The horns of bulls are never far from another warring bull?s tips. When reins are +loosened, gates thrown wide ,beasts lunge forth and lock horns again. +Mars. Venus. Ares. Aphrodite. Their temples are extremes. We invoke their benison at +various stages of life. +Nature. Choice. Reason. They hatch outcome. We?re capable of breathing life force +and personify the two exorbitant passions. There is another passion but its sedateness +hardly qualifies it for that intense term. It is more an affliction. We are within range +of it too. This frigid indifference. + + +SECOND MORSEL +All will have their day. The thwarted, triumphant. The Gods ,their final say. All will +be, whatever they may be. What soothsayers are privy to ,what the oracle withholds. +The gods intervene, they alter destinies. It all rests on the will of the Being who wields +the armoury of Nature and reins of the universe. +Miltiades and Alexander crushed the might of armed Persian pride. Marathon and +Salamis undid Darius and Xerxes. +Patroclus wasn?t meant to sack Troy. Struck by Apollo, slain by Hector. +Menelaus could have slain Paris but his sword broke. Paris though defeated was +spared by Aphrodite who returned him to Trojan lines. +Pandarus? arrow injured Agamemnon . That one arrow aggravated the wounds of +Greeks. Troy was meant to fall . +Poseidon shielded Aeneas from the furious sword of Achilles. Rome was meant to be. + + +THIRD MORSEL +View of evening and morning are crowning achievements of nature?s light and +shadow play. The rest of the day is a hiatus between splendour. We need to live +through and endure the rest of it like life. Between glory and triumph, there are those +simple times which we seldom note or cherish. Times of neither sadness or gladness. +Existential. Not piquant vividness of acute alertness. + + + + + +FOURTH MORSEL +To bear the fruits of victory and to have the muscle of vanquished people, the state +has to continually nurture a nation of courageous loyal citizens. Conquest has to be +maintained, watched by ever vigilant sentries and keepers. The state neither needs +nor reveres idlers whose business is to indulge themselves in Bacchanalian excesses +on account of their ancestry to heroes of preceding generations. + +Lawmakers duel with wit, logic and words while the war machine duels with tools +of the army .Laws made or repealed as fearless scions fight for aspirations of a +greater state. +To safeguard the abundance of far flung regions brought for the enjoyment of the +homeland. Have the names of conquerors venerated by the conquered people. +Have kings, queens and chieftains of unknown lands pay tribute to the imperial +standard. + + +FIFTH MORSEL +Two friends. They talk of things past, of bets against each other. They laud things, +condemn a few and lampoon absurdities. +They try things out , chalk up mutual experiences .Argue in good humour. +They are both the core of their world. All else backdrops. There are friendships +which rival or surpass the closeness of blood relations. +Other lives about them are ambience to their drama of life. All that the world holds +enrich their learning. They have their own company to increase their happiness. +They help themselves and with relish exhaust the time granted. + + + + +SIXTH MORSEL +Morning recedes. +Noon emerges. + +Up on the bridge ,the cobbled passage below, the sun nigh. Breeze blows mildly. +Dries noon swelter dry. A column on the march .At the outskirts of the garrison town, +clatter of horses, armed men of war and metal are accustomed sounds , +familiar sights. +Javelins high , tips glinting. Clear without scarlet stains of battle or rust of war. +Chins up. Feet in perfect stride. Sturdy steps in unison. +Bouncing blades , sheathed in their scabbards. Jangling armour as leather soles +stamp the stone tiled road. +Neighing mounts , tasselled reins, governed by their masters, they gallop obediently. +Shields glint. Their helmets of war inject ferocity to their visages. + +Meridian peaks. +Morn recedes. + +The proud standard borne by its bearer. Beast?s paws knotted at his chest. +Beast?s maw agape from the top of his helmet till rear curvature of his neck. +Fangs in line with temples. His cohorts , the horn blowers ride nearby. +The visibility and density of dyed tufts discern common soldier from centurion, +centurion from officer. +Red cloaks clasped and drape imperiously over backs of the empire?s officials. +Saddled snugly atop their mounts, towards destination ,advance. +To the horizon ,another outpost awaits them. Keeping their presence seen and +felt. Mere manoeuvres .Necessary routine. +Town square forums and resthouses. Aqueducts and baths of villas. They must forego +these comforts. They are duty bound for now. + +Daylight recedes. +Evening emerges. + + + + + +SEVENTH MORSEL + +Prosperity has many friends and many envious schemers who duck at blind corners . +Comrades and kin trumpet deeds . Generosity towards common masses too gains +favour .We?ll know it when the market place speak of none but the doer . +To detractors, motives are questioned unflaggingly . +Any hint of misdemeanour or misstep , the forum echoes with it with the zeal equalled +only by the homecoming of a victor crowned with honours except it?s ill distinction +and not exalted honour. +Whisperings at public baths , hastened steps towards or away from the object of their +speculation . +Some will speak well of them. Some will be too distant to know them well enough to +dislike or to be fond of with conviction sprung from familiarity. Prosperity puts a +person on different plain yet this dagger is just as sharp on both sides for the one is +also vulnerable to the critical eye of scrutiny. +Doubts, beliefs , suspicions and truths addled with syllables which make a name. +Common populace , will they choose to know the truth and live with the measure of +a human being or swallow myth and live with the flight of legend ? +That shall be determined by conduct , attainments , favourable circumstances and an +orator?s persuasive logic. + + + + + +EIGHTH MORSEL + +Fear their leaders more than their faceless enemies . Guard the standard as if it were +one?s life .A source of pride to be defended. In all manner of weather or even in +peace +the play of battle fills the gap of idleness. +Hardened muscles are not to grow soft and feeble. + +Barbaric tribes of east and west. Threats to outer reaches of reign. There our +garrisons cannot rest their tools . Craggy mountains and treacherous forests are +home to nomadic tribes which live to hunt and plunder , wild like their wilderness +dwellings. +They have neither patience nor skill to cultivate the land. They are not of that ilk. + +Cities and orderliness are strange to them. They are curiosities amongst us .We are +game in their company. +They see our numbers and strength .They do not venture forth . An uneasy peace +simply broken by the party which is the first to charge , cry out and first to snatch +their arms out of their housing . + + + +NINTH MORSEL + +?Quot homines tot sententiae.? +So many people so many opinions. The voice of the leader slices across the +indiscernible chatter. All persuading , nobly commanding . A clear voice brings with +it a defined course. The rest obey , they lack the chief?s possessions. +?Qualis Rex talis grex?. Such is the leader , such is the people. +One?s virtues are taken note of .The most ardent admirers mold themselves to that +manner. What their leaders do and and do not. Whatever those venerated say or +withhold. There are imitators , emulators , travesty smiths. +Once in a while , one or a small band of them rise to remold status quo. A wave is +hatched and unleashed .It becomes an acceptable convention. +It is the manner of people that which is proven will be used till the spring is parched +or when something superior is offered and that offering tickles their longing. +Far easier to remain constant than alter a course. Given the disposition toward ease , +the well trodden tempts .Yet heed well that it is the passage of tribulation where the +coronet of glory and honour rests on the head of those who are uncowed .They shall +find that fame latches like their own skin to their name . + + + + + + + + + TENTH MORSEL + +We who hold the torch +We must be patient +Decorum requires it +The pride of a legion +lives within its standard +one standard bearer bears +sacrament of cohorts + + +We who hold the torch +We must be patient +Decorum requires it +One official?s carriage +personifies the rest +one written inscription +ultimate seal of fate + + +We who hold the torch +We must be patient +Decorum requires it +Make way for those better +while we wait with patience +allow them the better seats +their merit exceed ours + + + + + + ELEVENTH MORSEL + +I am not one to dispute the will of God , +divine will becomes our lot , +but I question the logic of some . +Foolish is the soul who enters the place , +who announces his innermost desires , +swears a gift in return , +should they be fulfilled , +by divine consent , +upon his earthly cares , +mortal souls have none to offer better , +than the rewards of paradise , +what are our trappings to heaven , +when it is God who grants ? +It is not worship or invocation , +it is a wager posed by hubris , +displace pomposity and affectation , +come in a penitent pose , +humility warrants attention , +or else snuff the lamp , +take the oil elsewhere . + + +I am not one to dispute the will of God , +divine will becomes our lot , +but I question the right of tyrants . +Charred cities after their sacking , +the cries of dependent humanity , +sent to feed searing flames , +the weak , meek and lame , +no daylight dawns again , +a winding trail of chains and clubs , +the gathered wounded ; conquered , +these tyrants do not govern , +they seize and consume their fill , +then hunger rumbles again , +they repeat their atrocities , +till the Fates pluck them . +For each tyrant reaped , +by droves victims precede them , +their number exceed sacrificial offerings , +made to appease wrathful spirits , +or custom of ceremony , +of a deity worshipped . + + + + +TWELFTH MORSEL + +Our moments of glory +a lifetime to remember +fair token of youth?s vigour + +Carve now before the die sets +while still new and pliable +when it dries your mark stays +hardened and nobly set +surpassing life of wilted crowns +a monument in your honour + +Our moments of glory +a lifetime to remember +come pay heed to youth?s prayer + +We won?t be here to bother +having surpassed such worries +earthborn to earth it goes +like Assyrian ruins +to those with merits deserving +God and kind Fortune preserve them + +Our moments of glory +a lifetime to remember +mementos of youth?s flower + + + + + +THIRTEENTH MORSEL + +A peasant who wishes for more +changes his plough for arms +The army has loyal farmers +with absent fathers away far + +Children of empire?s troops +though honoured their father?s name +they hardly know the man well +though his name they proudly bear + +Years abroad have rendered fathers +estranged from families and friends +yet love and regard still remain +after gaps of years and distance + +A peasant who wishes for more +changes his plough for arms +fertile fields left idle +while we take grain from conquered lands + +For children whom fathers left +when they were too young to recall +esteem comes to their hearts prior +before the warmth of filial love + +At long last parted faces meet again +strange and familiar strange yet familiar +they rekindle ties and retell tidings +memories and previous habits return + +Fertile fields left idle +while we take grain from conquered lands +the army has its own farmers +with absent fathers battling far + +Families once again reunited +when warriors in togas turn civilians +their children venture and nestle gladly + + + + +FOURTEENTH MORSEL + +?De mortuis nil nisi bonum? +speak well of the departed +or else do not speak at all . +The now sacred departed +immune to our rebuke +rejoice with their memory. + +?De mortuis nil nisi bonum? +speak well of the departed +or else do not speak at all . +Allow their good part live on +they have gone beyond the gates +those whom we regard dearly. + + + + +FIFTEENTH MORSEL + +What draws us to oracles ? +Those structures where we worship , +The place where future unfolds , +For those who are uncertain , +Gripped by Trouble?s tentacles . + + +What draws us to oracles ? +Priests and priestesses reveal , +With omniscience in their being , +With eyes of the temple gods , +Free from earthly manacles . + + + + +SIXTEENTH MORSEL + +There is nothing loathsome , +in learning from others , +with elders and with peers , +we shared experiences , +treasures of our youth , +amusing in retrospect . + +It is the matter?s worth +the source dictates not choice +progress comes not from disdain +to live we nourish the form +to advance we emulate +the source dictates not choice +It is the matter?s worth + +If they should enrich us , +ennoble the manner , +magnify happiness , +increase our contentment , +in learning from others , +there is nothing loathsome . + + +SEVENTEENTH MORSEL + +For common good and for own glory +a seat in the senate +For common cause and own aspirations +a seat in the senate +For power over destinies for by themselves they'll drown +a seat in the senate +For a hand in fate and privilege to avert a few unpleasantries +a seat in the senate +For the pristine tunic and the challenge to keep it unsoiled +a seat in the senate +For rhetoric comes with quandaries of office +a seat in the senate +The toga is equal in prestige with the weight of armour +a seat in the senate + + + +EIGHTEENTH MORSEL + +Arena gladiators +with their lives amuse us +liberty bought with blood +the last one is set free. + +Slaves of silver mines +they crawl in tunnels dark +they live with the terror +of cave-ins and landslides . + +Privilege of victory +marked by thriving slavery +of people subjugated. + +The nameless galley slaves +unpaid naval oarsmen +chained to oars in battle +live or drown with the ship. + +Slaves who serve the household +by bonded servitude +are bound to their masters +for their food and lodging. + +Our state's territory +with empire's history +adorned with places conquered. + + + + NINETEENTH MORSEL + +PORTION I + +callow upstarts +those who dare advise +hindrances to them + +callow upstarts +heedless of counsel +unfelled by the mace +uncut by the blade +young and rash + +callow upstarts +they shall not avert +except the obvious + + +PORTION II + +To the philosopher +thoughts and writings +are his close friends +he sees to needs +he then dotes on +work and study + +To the philosopher +thoughts and writings +are his dear friends +exile?s release +from sycophants +wary of him + + + TWENTIETH MORSEL + +Emotion in the thick of bandying +Eloquence is reduced to instinct +The will to survive repeats in mind +Asserts itself amidst the bedlam +Barbaric ululations and cries +Enemy?s breath and blows on the flesh +Attack..defend..retaliate..avenge +Advance..retreat..encircle..scatter +There is no room to mourn the fallen +While in the midst of war?s grim reaping +Those destined to live long and see much +Shall live and thrive long after youth?s bloom . + + +TWENTY FIRST MORSEL + +One class wash clothing +inside common pools +with scent and reek of others? washing +One class have clothing +cleaned inside clear pools +water stored in lavish amphoraes +Disparity exists +even in the city of the world + +A part of the city +is alive when the sun is out +A part of the city +languishes in darkness at dusk +The beast of disparity +also dwells and lurks in Rome + +Garrisons guard borders ever vigilantly +behind stone slabs of sturdy fortress walls +But it is too risky to take a walk at night +in the city without armed entourage +One quarter boasts stone and marble +One quarter built from brick and wood +Disparity exists +even in the city of the world + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57676.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57676.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..7ecd1b0664142de007b4730bcabd3ca90fac37ab --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57676.txt @@ -0,0 +1,969 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +THE PROJECT GUTENBERG INDEX OF THE WORKS OF SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## UNSPEAKABLE PERK + +## AVERAGE JONES + +## THE MYSTERY + +## FROM A BENCH IN OUR SQUARE + +## SUCCESS + +## THE CLARION + +## LITTLE MISS GROUCH + +## SECRET OF LONSOME COVE + +## THE FLYING DEATH + +## THE GREAT AMERICAN FRAUD + +## WANTED: A HUSBAND + +THE BEGGAR'S PURSE + +## OUR SQUARE AND THE PEOPLE + +## COMMON CAUSE + +## THE HEALTH MASTER + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + +THE UNSPEAKABLE PERK +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + + +CONTENTS + +THE UNSPEAKABLE PERK + +I. — MR. BEETLE MAN + +II. — AT THE KAST + +III. — THE BETTER PART OF VALOR + +IV. — TWO ON A MOUNTAIN-SIDE + +V. — AN UPHOLDER OF TRADITIONS + +VI. — FORKED TONGUES + +VII. — “THAT WHICH THY SERVANT IS—” + +VIII. — LOS YANKIS + +IX. — THE BLACK WARNING + +X. — THE FOLLY OF PERK + +XI. — PRESTO CHANGE + +XII. — THE WOMAN AT THE QUINTA + +XIII. — LEFT BEHIND + +XIV. — THE YELLOW FLAG + + + + + + + +AVERAGE JONES + + + +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + + +CONTENTS +CHAPTER I. THE B-FLAT TROMBONE +CHAPTER II. RED DOT +CHAPTER III. OPEN TRAIL +CHAPTER IV. THE MERCY SIGN-ONE +CHAPTER V. THE MERCY SIGN—TWO +CHAPTER VI. BLUE FIRES +CHAPTER VII. PIN-PRICKS +CHAPTER VIII. BIG PRINT +CHAPTER IX. THE MAN WHO SPOKE LATIN +CHAPTER X. THE ONE BEST BET +CHAPTER XI. THE MILLION-DOLLAR DOG + + + + + + + +THE MYSTERY +Illustrations by Will Crawford +CONTENTS +PART ONE +THE SEA RIDDLE + +I. DESERT SEAS + +II. THE "LAUGHING LASS" + +III. THE DEATH SHIP + +IV. THE SECOND PRIZE CREW + +V. THE DISAPPEARANCE + +VI. THE CASTAWAYS + +VII. THE FREE LANCE + + + +PART TWO +THE BRASS BOUND CHEST + +Being the story told by Ralph Slade, Free Lance, +to the officers of the United States Cruiser "Wolverine" + +I. THE BARBARY COAST + +II. THE GRAVEN IMAGE + +III. THE TWELVE REPEATING RIFLES + +IV. THE STEEL CLAW + +V. THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE + +VI. THE ISLAND + +VII. CAPTAIN SELOVER LOSES HIS NERVE + +VIII. WRECKING OF THE "GOLDEN HORN" + +IX. THE EMPTY BRANDY BOTTLE + +X. CHANGE OF MASTERS + +XI. THE CORROSIVE + +XII. "OLD SCRUBS" COMES ASHORE + +XIII. I MAKE MY ESCAPE + +XIV. AN ADVENTURE IN THE NIGHT + +XV. FIVE HUNDRED YARDS' RANGE + +XVI. THE MURDER + +XVII. THE OPEN SEA + +XVIII. THE CATASTROPHE + + + +PART THREE +THE MAROON + +I. IN THE WARDROOM + +II. THE JOLLY ROGER + +III. THE CACHE + +IV. THE TWIN SLABS + +V. THE PINWHEEL VOLCANO + +VI. MR. DARROW RECEIVES + +VII. THE SURVIVORS + +VIII. THE MAKER OF MARVELS + +IX. THE ACHIEVEMENT + +X. THE DOOM + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +FROM A BENCH IN OUR SQUARE +By Samuel Hopkins Adams +1922 + + + +CONTENTS + +FROM A BENCH IN OUR SQUARE + +A PATRONESS OF ART + +THE HOUSE OF SILVERY VOICES + +HOME-SEEKERS’ GOAL + +THE GUARDIAN OF GOD’S ACRE + +FOR MAYME, READ MARY + +BARBRAN + +PLOOIE OF OUR SQUARE + +TRIUMPH + + + + + + + +SUCCESS +By Samuel Hopkins Adams +1921 + + + +CONTENTS + +SUCCESS + +PART I—ENCHANTMENT + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +PART II—THE VISION + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +PART III—FULFILLMENT + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + + + + + + + +THE CLARION +BY +SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS +WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W.D. STEVENS +Published October 1914 +CONTENTS +I:THE ITINERANT +II:OUR LEADING CITIZEN +III:ESMÉ +IV:THE SHOP +V:THE SCION +VI:LAUNCHED +VII:THE OWNER +VIII:A PARTNERSHIP +IX:GLIMMERINGS +X:IN THE WAY OF TRADE +XI:THE INITIATE +XII:THE THIN EDGE +XIII:NEW BLOOD +XIV:THE ROOKERIES +XV:JUGGERNAUT +XVI:THE STRATEGIST +XVII:REPRISALS +XVIII:MILLY +XIX:DONNYBROOK +XX:THE LESSER TEMPTING +XXI:THE POWER OF PRINT +XXII:PATRIOTS +XXIII:CREEPING FLAME +XXIV:A FAILURE IN TACTICS +XXV:STERN LOGIC +XXVI:THE PARTING +XXVII:THE GREATER TEMPTING +XXVIII:"WHOSE BREAD I EAT" +XXIX:CERTINA CHARLEY +XXX:ILLUMINATION +XXXI:THE VOICE OF THE PROPHET +XXXII:THE WARNING +XXXIII:THE GOOD FIGHT +XXXIV:VOX POPULI +XXXV:TEMPERED METAL +XXXVI:THE VICTORY +XXXVII:McGUIRE ELLIS WAKES UP +ILLUSTRATIONS + +"THEN IT'S ALL LIES! LIES AND MURDER!" + + +HELP AND CURE ARE AT THEIR BECK AND CALL + + +"KILL IT," SHE URGED SOFTLY" + + +"DON'T GO NEAR HIM. DON'T LOOK" + + + + + +Little Miss Grouch + +A NARRATIVE BASED UPON THE + +PRIVATE LOG OF + +ALEXANDER FORSYTH SMITH'S + +MAIDEN TRANSATLANTIC + +VOYAGE + +BY + +SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS +"GOOD-NIGHT, SHE SAID, "AND--THANK YOU" Frontispiece +"AREN'T YOU GOING TO SPEAK TO ME?" 38 +SURPRISE HELD THE TYRO'S TONGUE IN LEASH 52 +"OH, LOOK AT THAT ADORABLE BABY!" 74 +"COULDN'T YOU LEND ME FIVE DOLLARS?" 112 +HER KNIGHT KEEPING WATCH OVER HER 144 +THE TYRO CURLED HIS LEGS UNDER HIM 166 +"YOU'VE COME THROUGH, MY BOY" 206 + + + + + +THE SECRET OF LONESOME COVE +BY +SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS +ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRANK E. SCHOONOVER +CONTENTS + + CHAPTER I—THE BODY ON THE BEACH + CHAPTER II—PROFESSOR KENT MAKES A CALL + CHAPTER III—MY LADY OF MYSTERY + CHAPTER IV—AN INQUIRY + CHAPTER V—ONE USE FOR A MONOCLE + CHAPTER VI—THE RETREAT IN ORDER + CHAPTER VII—SIMON P. GROOT DOES BUSINESS + CHAPTER VIII—RECKONINGS + CHAPTER IX—CHESTER KENT DECLINES A JOB + CHAPTER X—THE INVASION + CHAPTER XI—HEDGEROW HOUSE + CHAPTER XII—THE UNBIDDEN VISITOR + CHAPTER XIII—LOOSE ENDS + CHAPTER XIV—THE LONE FISHERMAN + CHAPTER XV—THE TURN OF THE GAME + CHAPTER XVI—THE MEETING + CHAPTER XVII—CHANCE SITS IN + CHAPTER XVIII—THE MASTER OF STARS + CHAPTER XIX—THE STRANGE TRYST + CHAPTER XX—IN THE WHITE ROOM + CHAPTER XXI—REWARDS + + + + + +THE FLYING DEATH +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER ONE—THE INSOMNIAC + +CHAPTER TWO—THE VOICE IN THE NIGHT + +CHAPTER THREE—THE SEA-WAIF + +CHAPTER FOUR—THE DEATH IN THE BUOY + +CHAPTER FIVE—THE CRY IN THE DUSK + +CHAPTER SIX—HELGA + +CHAPTER SEVEN—THE WONDERFUL WHALLEY + +CHAPTER EIGHT—THE UNHORSED NIGHTFARER + +CHAPTER NINE—CROSS-PURPOSES + +CHAPTER TEN—THE TERROR BY NIGHT + +CHAPTER ELEVEN—THE BODY ON THE SAND + +CHAPTER TWELVE—THE SENATUS + +CHAPTER THIRTEEN—THE NEW EVIDENCE + +CHAPTER FOURTEEN—THE EARLY EXCURSION + +CHAPTER FIFTEEN—THE PROFESSOR ACTS + +CHAPTER SIXTEEN—THE LOST CLUE + +CHAPTER SEVENTEEN—THE PROFESSOR'S SERMON + +CHAPTER EIGHTEEN—READJUSTMENTS + +CHAPTER NINETEEN—THE LONE SURVIVOR + + + + + + + +THE GREAT AMERICAN FRAUD +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + +A Series of Articles on the Patent Medicine Evil, Reprinted from Collier's Weekly + + + +CONTENTS + +I. THE GREAT AMERICAN FRAUD. + +Drugs That Make Victims. + +As to Testimonials. + +The Magic "Red Clause." + +Fake Testimonials. + +The Doctors Are Investigating. + +What One Druggist Is Doing. + +A Post-Office Report. + +Health Boards and Analyses. + + +II. PERUNA AND THE BRACERS. + +What Peruna Is Made Of. + +The Government Forbids the Sale of Peruna to Indians. + +Two Testimonials. + +Medicine or Liquor? + +Some Alcohol Percentages. + +What the Government Can Do. + + +III.—LIQUOZONE. + +Liquozone "Cures" Thirty-seven Varieties. + +The Men Who Back the Fake. + +Faked and Garbled Indorsements. + +Liquozone Kills a Great German Scientist. + +All Ills Look Alike to Liquozone. + +The Same Old Fake. + + +IV—THE SUBTLE POISONS. + +Prescribing Without Authority. + +An Acetanilid Death Record. + +Drugs That Deprave. + +On a cocain-laden medicine. + + +V.—PREYING ON THE INCURABLES. + +Absolutely False Claims. + +Health for Five Dollars. + +Piso Grows Cautious. + + +VI—THE FUNDAMENTAL FAKES. + +Newspaper Accomplices. + +Quackery and Religion. + +Safe Rewards. + +The Immortal Mrs. Pinkham. + +The Germicide Family. + +Overworked Testimonials. + +No Questions Desired. + +Getting a Testimonial from a Physician. + +Testimonials for a Magic Ring. + + +THE PATENT MEDICINE CONSPIRACY AGAINST THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS. + +Silence is the Fixed Quantity. + +All Muzzle-Clauses Alike. + +Where the Money Goes. + +Mr. Cheney's Plan. + +Extract from a speech delivered before the Proprietary Association of + +Valuable Newspaper Aid. + +The Trust's Club for Legislators. + +The Trust's Club for Newspapers. + +An Appeal To The American Woman. + + + + + + + +WANTED: A HUSBAND +A Novel +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + +With Illustrations By Frederic Dorr Steele + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + + + + + + + +OUR SQUARE AND THE PEOPLE IN IT +By Samuel Hopkins Adams + + +Illustrated by Scott Williams + + + + +CONTENTS + +OUR SQUARE + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +THE CHAIR THAT WHISPERED + +MACLACHAN OF OUR SQUARE + +THE GREAT 'PEACEMAKER + +ORPHEUS + +A TALE OF WHITE MAGIC IN OUR SQUARE + +THE MEANEST MAN IN OUR SQUARE + +PAULA OF THE HOUSETOP + +THE LITTLE RED 'DOCTOR OF OUR SQUARE + + + + + +List of Illustrations + +Whirled Her out of a Pit Of Darkness + +Read from Left to Right + +Her Hands Slipped to his Shoulder + +What Do I Owe Ye But a Curse + +We Have Successfully Terminated the Negotiation + +I Puh-hut It in My Huh-huh-hair + +Jogging Appreciatively Along Behind Schutz's Mouse-hued Mare + + + + + + + +COMMON CAUSE +A Novel of the War in America +By Samuel Hopkins Adams +With Illustrations by Arthur William Brown + + + +CONTENTS + +COMMON CAUSE + + +PART I + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + + +PART II + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + + +PART III + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + + + + + + + + + +THE HEALTH MASTER +By Samuel Hopkins Adams +CONTENTS + +INTRODUCTORY NOTE + +I.—THE CHINESE PLAN PHYSICIAN + +II.—IN TIME OF PEACE + +III.—REPAIRING BETTINA + +IV.—THE CORNER DRUG-STORE + +V.—THE MAGIC LENS + +VI.—THE RE-MADE LADY + +VII.—THE RED PLACARD + +VIII.—HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS + +IX.—THE GOOD GRAY DOCTOR + +X.—THE HOUSE THAT CAUGHT COLD + +XI. THE BESIEGED CITY + +XII. PLAIN TALK + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57684.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57684.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..ac3e27a027b50ab1617e351a64439167ab700289 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57684.txt @@ -0,0 +1,963 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF IRVING BACHELLER + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## EBEN HOLDEN + +## THE MASTER OF SILENCE + +## THE LIGHT IN THE CLEARING + +## THE DAYS OF POOR RICHARD + +## A MAN FOR THE AGES + +## CHARGE IT + +## THE PRODIGAL VILLAGE + +## THE HAND-MADE GENTLEMAN + +## THE TURNING OF GRIGGSBY + +## THE MARRYERS + +## SILAS STRONG, EMPEROR OF THE WOODS + +## KEEPING UP WITH WILLIAM + +## EBEN HOLDEN'S LAST DAY A-FISHING + +## IN VARIOUS MOODS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +EBEN HOLDEN +A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY + + +By Irving Bacheller + + + + CONTENTS + + + PREFACE + + + BOOK ONE + + Chapter I + + Chapter 2 + + Chapter 3 + + Chapter 4 + + Chapter 5 + + Chapter 6 + + Chapter 7 + + Chapter 8 + + Chapter 9 + + Chapter 10 + + Chapter 11 + + + BOOK TWO + + Chapter 12 + + Chapter 13 + + Chapter 14 + + Chapter 15 + + Chapter 16 + + Chapter 17 + + Chapter 18 + + Chapter 19 + + Chapter 20 + + Chapter 21 + + Chapter 22 + + Chapter 23 + + Chapter 24 + + Chapter 25 + + Chapter 26 + + Chapter 27 + + Chapter 28 + + Chapter 29 + + Chapter 30 + + Chapter 31 + + Chapter 32 + + Chapter 33 + + Chapter 34 + + Chapter 35 + + Chapter 36 + + Chapter 37 + + Chapter 38 + + Chapter 39 + + Chapter 40 + + Chapter 41 + + Chapter 42 + + Chapter 43 + + Chapter 44 + + Chapter 45 + + + + + + + +THE MASTER OF SILENCE +A ROMANCE + + + +Fiction, Fact, and Fancy Series + + +Edited by Arthur Stedman + + + +By Irving Bacheller + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + THE MASTER OF SILENCE + + CHAPTER I + + CHAPTER II + + CHAPTER III + + CHAPTER IV + + CHAPTER V + + CHAPTER VI + + CHAPTER VII + + CHAPTER VIII + + CHAPTER IX + + CHAPTER X + + CHAPTER XI + + CHAPTER XII + + CHAPTER XIII + + CHAPTER XIV + + CHAPTER XV + + CHAPTER XVI + + CHAPTER XVII + + + + + +THE LIGHT IN +THE CLEARING + +A Tale of the North Country +in the Time of Silas Wright +BY +IRVING BACHELLER +ILLUSTRATED BY +ARTHUR I. KELLER. +CONTENTS +BOOK ONE +WHICH IS THE STORY OF THE CANDLE AND COMPASS +I The Melon Harvest +II I Meet the Silent Woman and Silas Wright, Jr +III We Go to Meeting and See Mr. Wright Again +IV Our Little Strange Companion +V In the Light of the Candles +VI The Great Stranger +VII My Second Peril +VIII My Third Peril + +BOOK TWO +WHICH IS THE STORY OF THE PRINCIPAL WITNESS +IX In Which I Meet Other Great Men +X I Meet President Van Buren and Am +Cross-Examined by Mr. Grimshaw +XI A Party and—My Fourth Peril? +XII The Spirit of Michael Henry and Others +XIII The Thing and Other Things +XIV The Bolt Falls + +BOOK THREE +WHICH IS THE STORY OF THE CHOSEN WAYS +XV Uncle Peabody's Way and Mine +XVI I Use My Own Compass at a Fork in the Road +XVII The Man with the Scythe +XVIII I Start in a Long Way +XIX On the Summit + Epilogue + + + + + + + + + +IN THE DAYS OF POOR RICHARD + + +By +IRVING BACHELLER + + +ILLUSTRATED BY +JOHN WOLCOTT ADAMS + + + +1922 + + + + +CONTENTS +CHAPTER BOOK ONE +I The Horse Valley Adventure +II Sowing the Dragon's Teeth +III The Journey to Philadelphia +IV The Crossing +V Jack Sees London and the Great Philosopher +VI The Lovers +VII The Dawn +VIII An Appointment and a Challenge +IX The Encounter +X The Lady of the Hidden Face +XI The Departure +XII The Friend and the Girl He Left Behind Him + +BOOK TWO +XIII The Ferment +XIV Adventures in the Service of the Commander-in-Chief +XV In Boston Jail +XVI Jack and Solomon Meet the Great Ally +XVII With the Army and in the Bush +XVIII How Solomon Shifted the Skeer +XIX The Voice of a Woman Sobbing +XX The First Fourth of July +XXI The Ambush +XXII The Binkussing of Colonel Burley +XXIII The Greatest Trait of a Great Commander + +BOOK THREE +XXIV In France with Franklin +XXV The Pageant +XXVI In Which Appears the Horse of Destiny +and the Judas of Washington's Army +XXVII Which Contains the Adventures of Solomon in the Timber Sack +and on the "Hand-made River" +XXVIII In Which Arnold and Henry Thornhill Arrive in the Highlands +XXIX Love and Treason +XXX "Who Is She that Looketh Forth as the Morning, +Fair as the Moon, Clear as the Sun, +and Terrible as an Army with Banners?" +XXXI The Lovers and Solomon's Last Fight + + + +List of Illustrations +A young John Irons and Margaret Hare in the forest +"The soldiers are slaying people," a man shouted. +Jack Irons and Solomon Binkus with General George Washington. +Solomon Binkus with Whig Scott on his shoulder. +Ben Franklin +Ben Franklin, surrounded by his grandchildren. + + + + + +A MAN FOR THE AGES +By IRVING BACHELLER +A STORY OF THE BUILDERS OF DEMOCRACY +1919 +CONTENTS + + +A Letter + + +BOOK ONE + + +CHAPTER I--Which Describes the Journey of Samson Henry Traylor and His +Wife and Their Two Children and Their Dog Sambo through the Adirondack +Wilderness in 1831 on Their Way to the Land of Plenty, and Especially +Their Adventures in Bear Valley and No Santa Claus Land. Furthermore, It +Describes the Soaping of the Brimsteads and the Capture of the Veiled +Bear + +CHAPTER II--Wherein Is Recorded the Vivid Impression Made upon the +Travelers by Their View of a Steam Engine and of the Famous Erie Canal. +Wherein, Also, Is a Brief Account of Sundry Curious Characters Met on +the Road and at a Celebration of the Fourth of July on the Big Waterway + +CHAPTER III--Wherein the Reader Is Introduced to Offut's Store and His +Clerk Abe, and the Scholar Jack Kelso and His Cabin and His Daughter +Bim, and Gets a First Look at Lincoln + +CHAPTER IV--Which Presents Other Log Cabin Folk and the First Steps in +the Making of a New Home and Certain Incapacities of Abe + +CHAPTER V--In Which the Character of Bim Kelso Flashes Out in a Strange +Adventure that Begins the Weaving of a Long Thread of Romance + +CHAPTER VI--Which Describes the Lonely Life in a Prairie Cabin and a +Stirring Adventure on the Underground Railroad about the Time It Beganx +Operations + +CHAPTER VII--In Which Mr. Eliphalet Biggs Gets Acquainted with Bim Kelso +and Her Father + +CHAPTER VIII--Wherein Abe Makes Sundry Wise Remarks to the Boy Harry and +Announces His Purpose to Be a Candidate for the Legislature at Kelso's +Dinner Party + +CHAPTER IX--In Which Bim Kelso Makes History, While Abe and Harry and +Other Good Citizens of New Salem Are Making an Effort to that End in the +Indian War + + +BOOK TWO + + +CHAPTER X--In Which Abe and Samson Wrestle and Some Raiders Come to Burn +and Stay to Repent + +CHAPTER XI--In Which Abe, Elected to the Legislature, Gives What Comfort +He Can to Ann Rutledge in the Beginning of Her Sorrows. Also He Goes to +Springfield for New Clothes and Is Astonished by Its Pomp and the Change +in Eli + +CHAPTER XII--Which Continues the Romance of Abe and Ann until the Former +Leaves New Salem to Begin His Work in the Legislature. Also It Describes +the Coloneling of Peter Lukins + +CHAPTER XIII--Wherein the Route of the Underground Railroad Is Surveyed +and Samson and Harry Spend a Night in the Home of Henry Brimstead and +Hear Surprising Revelations, Confidentially Disclosed, and Are Charmed +by the Personality of His Daughter Annabel + +CHAPTER XIV--In Which Abe Returns from Vandalia and Is Engaged to Ann, +and Three Interesting Slaves Arrive at the Home of Samson Traylor, Who, +with Harry Needles, Has an Adventure of Much Importance on the +Underground Road + +CHAPTER XV--Wherein Harry and Abe Ride Up to Springdale and Visit +Kelso's and Learn of the Curious Lonesomeness of Eliphalet Biggs + +CHAPTER XVI--Wherein Young Mr. Lincoln Safely Passes Two Great Danger +Points and Turns into the Highway of His Manhood + + +BOOK THREE + + +CHAPTER XVII--Wherein Young Mr. Lincoln Betrays Ignorance of Two Highly +Important Subjects, in Consequence of Which He Begins to Suffer Serious +Embarrassment + +CHAPTER XVIII--In Which Mr. Lincoln, Samson and Harry Take a Long Ride +Together and the Latter Visit the Flourishing Little City of Chicago + +CHAPTER XIX--Wherein Is One of the Many Private Panics Which Followed +the Bursting of the Bubble of Speculation + +CHAPTER XX--Which Tells of the Settling of Abe Lincoln and the Traylors +in the Village of Springfield and of Samson's Second Visit to Chicago + +CHAPTER XXI--Wherein a Remarkable School of Political Science Begins Its +Sessions in the Rear of Joshua Speed's Store. Also at Samson's Fireside +Honest Abe Talks of the Authority of the Law and the Right of +Revolution, and Later Brings a Suit against Lionel Davis + +CHAPTER XXII--Wherein Abe Lincoln Reveals His Method of Conducting a +Lawsuit in the Case of Henry Brimstead et al. vs. Lionel Davis + +CHAPTER XXIII-- Which Presents the Pleasant Comedy of Individualism in +the New Capital, and the Courtship of Lincoln and Mary Todd + +CHAPTER XXIV--Which Describes a Pleasant Holiday and a Pretty Stratagem + +CHAPTER XXV--Being a Brief Memoir by the Honorable and Venerable Man +Known in These Pages as Josiah Traylor, Who Saw the Great Procession of +Events between Andrew Jackson and Woodrow Wilson and Especially the +Making and the End of Lincoln + + + + + +“CHARGE IT” + +OR + +KEEPING UP WITH HARRY + +A story of fashionable extravagance and of the +successful efforts to restrain it made +by The Honorable Socrates Potter +the genial friend of Lizzie + +BY + +IRVING BACHELLER + +MCMXII +CONTENTS +CHAP. PAGE +I. In Which Harry Swiftly Passes from One Stage of His Career to Another 1 +II. Which Begins the Story of the Bishop’s Head 11 +III. Which Is the Story of the Pimpled Queen and the Black Spot 33 +IV. In Which Socrates Encounters “New Thought” and Psychological Hair 45 +V. In Which Socrates Discusses the Over-Production of Talk 55 +VI. In Which Betsey Commits an Indiscretion 69 +VII. In Which Socrates Attacks the Worst Doers and Best Sellers 75 +VIII. In Which Socrates Attacks the Helmet and the Battle-Ax 84 +IX. In Which Socrates Increases the Supply of Splendor 91 +X. In Which Socrates Breaks the Drag and Tandem Monopoly in Pointview 99 +XI. In Which Sundry People Make Great Discoveries 106 +XII. In Which Harry Is Forced to Abandon Swamp Fiction and Like Follies and to Study the Geography and Natives of a Land Unknown to Our Heiristocracy 118 +XIII. In Which the Minister Gets Into Love and Trouble 127 +XIV. In Which Socrates Discovers a New Folly 139 +XV. In Which Harry Returns to Pointview and Goes to Work 148 +XVI. Which Presents an Incident in Our Campaign Against New New England 171 +XVII. Which Presents a Decisive Incident in Our Campaign Against Old New England 176 +ILLUSTRATIONS +“SHE WISHED ME TO SUGGEST SOMETHING FOR HER TO DO” Frontispiece +“WHAT DIDN’T THEY SAY? THEY FLEW AT ME LIKE WILDCATS.” 60 +“‘IT’S THE VAN ALSTYNE CREST,’ I SAID. ‘IT’S A PROOF OF RESPECTABILITY.’” 86 +“RADIANT IN SILK, LACE, DIAMONDS, PEARLS, AND RUBIES” 94 +“HARRY’S PET COLLIE HAD COME UP TO THE BACK DOOR WITH A HUMAN SKULL IN HIS MOUTH” 148 +“HE LOOKED LIKE A MAN WITH A WOODEN LEG” 188 + + + + + +THE +PRODIGAL VILLAGE + +A Christmas Tale + +By + +IRVING BACHELLER +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +I Which Introduces the Shepherd of the Birds 1 +II The Founding of the Phyllistines 18 +III Which Tells of the Complaining Coin and the Man Who Lost His Self 68 +IV In Which Mr. Israel Sneed and Other Working Men Receive a Lesson in True Democracy 91 +V In Which J. Patterson Bing Buys a Necklace of Pearls 103 +VI In Which Hiram Blenkinsop Has a Number of Adventures 117 +VII In Which High Voltage Develops in the Conversation 137 +VIII In Which Judge Crooker Delivers a Few Opinions 146 +IX Which Tells of a Merry Christmas Day in the Little Cottage of the Widow Moran 163 + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE HAND-MADE GENTLEMAN +A Tale of the Battles of Peace +By Irving Bacheller + + + +CONTENTS + +FOREWORD + + +BOOK ONE—IN WHICH THE ADVENTURES OF CRICKET PRESENTED, WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF HIM + +ADVENTURE I—BEING THAT OF CRICKET AND THE CHILD GHOST + +ADVENTURE II—BEING THAT OF CRICKET AND THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE + +ADVENTURE III.—BEING THAT OF THE BUNGWOOD COW + +ADVENTURE IV—BEING THAT OF CRICKET AND THE PURPLE GHOST + +ADVENTURE V—BEING THAT OF CRICKET AND THE HAND-MADE GENTLEMAN + +ADVENTURE VI.—IN WHICH CRICKET HAS SUNDRY EXPERIENCES + +ADVENTURE VII.—WHICH IS THAT OF CRICKET AND THE LOVER AND THE POTATO-SACK + +ADVENTURE VIII.—IN WHICH CRICKET MEETS THE COLONEL AND THE YOUNG MISS + +ADVENTURE IX.—WHICH DESCRIBES THE COERCION OF SAM AND HIS WEDDING + +ADVENTURE X.—WHICH IS THE ADVENTURE OF CRICKET ON THE HEMPEN BRIDGE + +ADVENTURE XI.—IN WHICH CRICKET MEETS THE HAND-MADE GENTLEMAN AND THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE + + +BOOK TWO—IN WHICH CRICKET TAKES THE ROAD TO MANHOOD AND MEETS WITH SUNDRY MISHAPS + +STAGE I.—IN WHICH CRICKET COMES TO A QUEER STOPPING-PLACE ON THE ROAD + +STAGE II.—WHICH BRINGS CRICKET TO THE STATION OF REMORSE + +STAGE III.—IN WHICH CRICKET PROCEEDS WITH HEAVIER BAGGAGE + +STAGE IV.—IN WHICH CRICKET COMES TO A TURN IN THE ROAD + +STAGE V.—IN WHICH CRICKET MOUNTS ONE OF GOD'S HORSES + +STAGE VI.—MY LAST WEEK ON THE FLYING HORSE + +STAGE VII.—IN WHICH MR. HERON ARRIVES AT THE SHOP OF THE HAND-MADE GENTLEMAN + +STAGE VIII.—IN WHICH YOUNG MR. HERON COMES TO A TURN IN THE ROAD + +STAGE IX.—IN WHICH WE MEET THE CAPTAIN OF THE NEW ARMY + +STAGE X.—WHICH BRINGS MR. HERON TO A HIGH POINT IN THE ROAD + + +BOOK THREE + +CHAPTER I.—THE SINGULAR BEGINNING OF A NEW CAREER + +CHAPTER II.—IN WHICH PEARL'S OLD MARE BEGINS TO HURRY US ALONG + +CHAPTER III.—THE GENTLEMAN DISCOVERS A NEW KIND OF POWER + +CHAPTER IV.—IN WHICH WE MEET TWO GREAT MEN + +CHAPTER V.—THE FIRST THROUGH CARS, AND THEIR BURDEN AND BAPTISM + +CHAPTER VI.—THE FIRST BATTLE OF PEACE + +CHAPTER VII,—MCCARTHY S FIRST BATTLE WITH SATAN + +CHAPTER VIII.—IN WHICH WE TAKE SUPPER WITH THE FIRST CÆSAR OF THE CORPORATIONS + +CHAPTER IX.—THE SECOND BATTLE OF PEACE + +CHAPTER X.—THE CONTINUATION OF THE BATTLE + +CHAPTER XI.—AN UNEXPECTED MEETING OF OLD FRIENDS + +CHAPTER XII.—THE STORY OF AN UNSUSPECTED HERO + +CHAPTER XIII.—PEACE + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE TURNING OF GRIGGSBY +Being a Story of Keeping up with Dan'l Webster +By Irving Bacheller +Illustrated By Reginald Birch +Harper & Brothers Publishers New York And London +MCMXIII +THE TURNING OF GRIGGSBY + + + + + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + + + + + + + +THE MARRYERS +A History Gathered from a Brief of The Honorable Socrates Potter +By Irving Bacheller +Illustrated +MCMXIV + + + +CONTENTS + +THE MARRYERS + +I.—IN WHICH MR. POTTER PRESENTS THE SINGULAR DILEMMA OF WHITFIELD NORRIS, MULTIMILLIONAIRE + +II.—MY INTERVIEW WITH THE PIRATE + +III.—IN WHICH A MAN IS SEEN HOLDING DOWN THE BUSHEL THAT HIDES HIS LIGHT + +IV.—A RATHER SWIFT ADVENTURE WITH THE PIRATE + +V.—IN WHICH WE HAVE AN AMUSING VOYAGE + +VI.—WE ARRIVE IN THE LAND OF LOVE AND SONG + +VII.—IN WHICH I TEACH THE DIFFICULT ART OF BEING AN AMERICAN IN ITALY + +VIII.—I AGREE TO FIGHT A DUEL AND NAME A WEAPON WITH WHICH EUROPEAN GENTLEMEN ARE UNFAMILIAR + +IX.—A MODERN AMERICAN MARRYER ENTERS THE SCENE + +X.—A DAY OF ADVENTURES WITH TUSCAN ARTISTS AND OTHERS + +XI.—IN WHICH WE GET INTO THE FLASH AND GLITTER OF HIGH LIFE + +XII.—IN WHICH NORRIS TAKES HIS LIGHT FROM UNDER THE BUSHEL + +XIII.—IN WHICH I FIGHT A DUEL WITH ONE OF THE OLDEST WEAPONS IN THE WORLD + +XIV.—MISS GWENDOLYN DEFINES HER POSITION + +XV.—SOMETHING HAPPENS TO THE MAN MUGGS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +SILAS STRONG, +EMPEROR OF THE WOODS +By Irving Bacheller +1906 + + + +CONTENTS + +SILAS STRONG + +I + +II + +III. + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX. + +X + +XI. + +XII. + +XIII + +XIV + +XV + +XVI + +XVII + +XVIII + +XIX + +XX + +XXI + +XII + +XXIII + +XXIV + +XXV + +XXVI + +XXVII + +XXVIII + +XXIX + +XXX + +XXXI + +XXXII + +XXXIII + +XXXIV + +XXXV + +XXXVI + + + + + + + + + + + + + +KEEPING UP WITH WILLIAM +In Which the Honorable Socrates Potter Talks of the Relative Merits of Sense Common and Preferred +By Irving Bacheller +With Cartoons by Gaar Williams +1918 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I.—WHICH OPENS FIRE ON THE EXACTING INDUSTRY OF SUPERING + +CHAPTER II.—WHICH TEACHES THAT ONE SHOULD NEVER HITCH HIS CONSCIENCE TO + +CHAPTER III.—WHICH PRESENTS THE STORY OF THE SMOTHERED SON + +CHAPTER IV.—WHICH HANDS OUT SOME SOME COMMON TO THE SUPERERS IN AMERICA + +CHAPTER V. WHICH DROPS A FEW ROUNDS OF SHRAPNEL ON THE HUNS IN AMERICA + +CHAPTER VI.—WHICH IS MOSTLY FOR THE BOYS OF OUR ARMY + + + + + + + + + + + + + +EBEN HOLDEN, LAST DAY A-FISHING +By Irving Bacheller +1907 + + + +CONTENTS + +EBEN HOLDEN'. LAST DAY A-FISHING + +I + +II + +III + + + + + + + + + + + + + +IN VARIOUS MOODS +Poems And Verses +By Irving Bacheller +MCMX + + + +CONTENTS + +IN VARIOUS MOODS + +THE SOWERS + +THE NEW WORLD + +FAITH + +BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 + +WHISPERIN' BILL + +THE RED DEW + +THE BABY CORPS + +PICTURE, SOUND AND SONG + +THE VEN'SON-TREE + +HIM AN' ME + +A VOICE OF THE FIELDS + +THE WEAVER'S DYE + +THE SLUMBER SHIP + +OLD HOME, GOOD-BYE! + +THE RUSTIC DANCE + +TO A DEAD CLASSMATE + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57686.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57686.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..2efb577ec0773ca204ce0f28bae366551f648c90 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57686.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1111 @@ + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF ROBERT BARR + + + +CONTENTS + +## A ROCK IN THE BALTIC + +## THE FACE AND THE MASK + +## THE STRONG ARM + +## IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS + +## JENNIE BAXTER, JOURNALIST + +## ONE DAY'S COURTSHIP + +## IN A STEAMER CHAIR + +## FROM WHOSE BOURNE + +A WOMAN INTERVENES + +## THE SWORD MAKER + +## THE TRIUMPHS OF EUGÈNE VALMONT + +THE O'RUDDY + +## A PRINCE OF GOOD FELLOWS + +## LORD STRANLEIGH ABROAD + +## TEKLA + +## A CHICAGO PRINCESS + +## THE MUTABLE MANY + +## OVER THE BORDER + +## THE SPECULATIONS OF JOHN STEELE + +## YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + + + + + +A ROCK IN THE BALTIC + + +By Robert Barr, + + +1906 + + + + + +CONTENTS + + +CHAPTER I—THE INCIDENT AT THE BANK + +CHAPTER II—IN THE SEWING-ROOM + +CHAPTER III—ON DECK + +CHAPTER IV—"AT LAST ALONE" + +CHAPTER V—AFTER THE OPERA IS OVER + +CHAPTER VI—FROM SEA TO MOUNTAIN + +CHAPTER VII—"A WAY THEY HAVE IN THE NAVY" + +CHAPTER VIII—"WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME" + +CHAPTER IX—IN RUSSIA + +CHAPTER X—CALAMITY UNSEEN + +CHAPTER XI—THE SNOW + +CHAPTER XII—THE DREADED TROGZMONDOFF + +CHAPTER XIII—ENTRAPPED + +CHAPTER XIV—A VOYAGE INTO THE UNKNOWN + +CHAPTER XV—"A HOME ON THE ROLLING DEEP" + +CHAPTER XVI—CELL NUMBER NINE + +CHAPTER XVII—A FELLOW SCIENTIST + +CHAPTER XVIII—CELL NUMBER ONE + +CHAPTER XIX—"STONE WALLS DO NOT A PRISON MAKE" + +CHAPTER XX—ARRIVAL OF THE TURBINE YACHT + +CHAPTER XXI—THE ELOPEMENT + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE FACE AND THE MASK +By Robert Barr + + + +CONTENTS + +THE WOMAN OF STONE. + +THE CHEMISTRY OF ANARCHY. + +THE FEAR OF IT. + +THE METAMORPHOSES OF JOHNSON. + +THE RECLAMATION OF JOE HOLLENDS. + +THE TYPE-WRITTEN LETTER. + +THE DOOM OF LONDON. + +WHY LONDON, WARNED, WAS UNPREPARED. + +THE COINCIDENCE THAT CAME AT LAST. + +THE AMERICAN WHO WANTED TO SELL. + +THE AMERICAN SEES SIR JOHN. + +HOW THE SMOKE HELD DOWN THE FOG. + +THE TRAIN WITH ITS TRAIL OF THE DEAD. + +THE PREDICAMENT OF DE PLONVILLE. + +A NEW EXPLOSIVE. + +THE GREAT PEGRAM MYSTERY. + +DEATH COMETH SOON OR LATE. + +HIGH STAKES. + +'WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS.' + +THE DEPARTURE OF CUB MCLEAN. + +OLD NUMBER EIGHTY-SIX. + +PLAYING WITH MARKED CARDS. + +THE BRUISER'S COURTSHIP. + +THE RAID ON MELLISH. + +STRIKING BACK. + +CRANDALL'S CHOICE. + +THE FAILURE OF BRADLEY. + +RINGAMY'S CONVERT. + +A SLIPPERY CUSTOMER. + +THE SIXTH BENCH. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE STRONG ARM +By Robert Barr + + + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I.—THE BEAUTIFUL JAILER OF GUDENFELS + +CHAPTER II.—THE REVENGE OF THE OUTLAW + +CHAPTER III.—A CITY OF FEAR + +CHAPTER IV.—THE PERIL OF THE EMPEROR + +CHAPTER V.—THE NEEDLE DAGGER + +CHAPTER VI.—THE HOLY FEHM + + +THE COUNT'S APOLOGY + +CONVERTED + +AN INVITATION + +THE ARCHBISHOP'S GIFT + +COUNT KONRAD'S COURTSHIP + +THE LONG LADDER + +'GENTLEMEN: THE KING!' + +THE HOUR-GLASS + +THE WARRIOR MAID OF SAN CARLOS + +THE AMBASSADOR'S PIGEONS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS +By Robert Barr + + +1894 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + + + + + + + +JENNIE BAXTER JOURNALIST + + + +By Robert Barr + + + + CONTENTS + + + CHAPTER I. JENNIE MAKES HER TOILETTE AND THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A PORTER + + CHAPTER II. JENNIE HAS IMPORTANT CONFERENCES WITH TWO IMPORTANT EDITORS + + CHAPTER III. JENNIE INTERVIEWS A FRIGHTENED OFFICIAL + + CHAPTER IV. JENNIE LEARNS ABOUT THE DIAMONDS OF THE PRINCESS + + CHAPTER V. JENNIE MEETS A GREAT DETECTIVE + + CHAPTER VI. JENNIE SOLVES THE DIAMOND MYSTERY + + CHAPTER VII. JENNIE ARRANGES A CINDERELLA VISIT + + CHAPTER VIII. JENNIE MIXES WITH THE ELITE OF EARTH + + CHAPTER IX. JENNIE REALIZES THAT GREAT EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEHIND + + CHAPTER X. JENNIE ASSISTS IN SEARCHING FOR HERSELF + + CHAPTER XI. JENNIE ELUDES AN OFFER OF MARRIAGE + + CHAPTER XII. JENNIE TOUCHES THE EDGE OF A GOVERNMENT SECRET + + CHAPTER XIII. JENNIE INDULGES IN TEA AND GOSSIP + + CHAPTER XIV. JENNIE BECOMES A SPECIAL POLICE OFFICER + + CHAPTER XV. JENNIE BESTOWS INFORMATION UPON THE CHIEF OF POLICE + + CHAPTER XVI. JENNIE VISITS A MODERN WIZARD IN HIS MAGIC ATTIC + + CHAPTER XVII. JENNIE ENGAGES A ROOM IN A SLEEPING CAR + + CHAPTER XVIII. JENNIE ENDURES A TERRIBLE NIGHT JOURNEY + + CHAPTER XIX. JENNIE EXPERIENCES THE SURPRISE OF HER LIFE + + CHAPTER XX. JENNIE CONVERSES WITH A YOUNG MAN SHE THINKS MUCH OF + + CHAPTER XXI. JENNIE KEEPS STEP WITH THE WEDDING MARCH + + + + + +Robert Barr's + +One Day's Courtship and The Heralds of Fame + + +1896 + +Table of Contents + + One Day's Courtship + Chapter I + Chapter II + Chapter III + Chapter IV + Chapter V + Chapter VI + Chapter VII + The Heralds of Fame + Chapter I + Chapter II + Chapter III + Chapter IV + Chapter V + Chapter VI + + + + + +Robert Barr's + +In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories + + + + + +Table of Contents + + In a Steamer Chair + Mrs. Tremain + Share and Share Alike + An International Bow + A Ladies' Man + A Society for the Reformation of Poker Players + The Man Who was Not on the Passenger List + The Terrible Experience of Plodkins + A Case of Fever + How the Captain Got His Steamer Out + My Stowaway + The Purser's Story + Miss McMillan + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +FROM WHOSE BOURNE +By Robert Barr (Luke Sharp) +1893 + + + + + +URNE + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + + + + + +List of Illustrations + +"Do You Think I Shall Be Missed'" + +He Again Sat in the Rocking-chair. + +He Saw Standing Beside Him a Stranger. + +Venice. + +In Venice. + +The Brenton Murder. + +Mrs. Brenton. + +The Broken Toy. + +"She's Pretty As a Picture." + +"Raising the Veil." + +Jane. + +The Detective. + +Jane Morton. + +"Oh, Why Did I Do It'" + +In the Prisoner's Dock. + +"I Feel Very Grateful to You." + +"Guilty! Guilty of What'" + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE SWORD MAKER +By Robert Barr +1910 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE SWORD MAKER + +I. AN OFFER TO OPEN THE RIVER + +II. THE BARGAIN IS STRUCK + +III. DISSENSION IN THE IRONWORKERS' GUILD + +IV. THE DISTURBING JOURNEY OF FATHER AMBROSE + +V. THE COUNTESS VON SAYN AND THE ARCHBISHOP OF COLOGNE + +VI. TO BE KEPT SECRET FROM THE COUNTESS + +VII. MUTINY IN THE WILDERNESS + +VIII. THE MISSING LEADER AND THE MISSING GOLD + +IX. A SOLEMN PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE + +X. A CALAMITOUS CONFERENCE + +XI. GOLD GALORE THAT TAKES TO ITSELF WINGS + +XII. THE LAUGHING RED MARGRAVE OF FURSTENBERG + +XIII. "A SENTENCE; COME, PREPARE!" + +XIV. THE PRISONER OF EHRENFELS + +XV. JOURNEYS END IN LOVERS' MEETING + +XVI. MY LADY SCATTERS THE FREEBOOTERS AND CAPTURES THEIR CHIEF + +XVII. "FOR THE EMPRESS, AND NOT FOR THE EMPIRE" + +XVIII. THE SWORD MAKER AT BAY + +XIX. THE BETROTHAL IN THE GARDEN + +XX. THE MYSTERY OF THE FOREST + +XXI. A SECRET MARRIAGE + +XXII. LONG LIVE THEIR MAJESTIES + + + + + +The Triumphs of +Eug'ne Valmont + + + + +By + + + + +Robert Barr + + +CONTENTS +1. The Mystery of the Five Hundred Diamonds 3 +2. The Siamese Twin of a Bomb-Thrower 28 +3. The Clue of the Silver Spoons 65 +4. Lord Chizelrigg's Missing Fortune 82 +5. The Absent-Minded Coterie 103 +6. The Ghost with the Club-Foot 139 +7. The Liberation of Wyoming Ed 165 +8. Lady Alicia's Emeralds 184 + +APPENDIX: TWO SHERLOCK HOLMES PARODIES +1. The Adventures of Sherlaw Kombs 204 +2. The Adventure of the Second Swag 212 + + + + + +A Prince of +Good Fellows +BY +Robert Barr +A TABLE of the CONTENTS + + + Page +The King Intervenes 1 +The King Dines 29 +The King's Tryst 47 +The King Investigates 77 +The King's Gold 113 +The King A-Begging 147 +The King's Visit 185 +The King Explores 213 +The King Drinks 243 +The King Sails 269 +The King Weds 297 +LIST of ILLUSTRATIONS + + +The Prince of Good Fellows Frontispiece + Facing +page +'Out of the way, fellow!' 4 +'Headsman, do your duty' 26 + +"As you get north of Sterling, Buchanan,' replied James, with a smile, 'it is customary to bring the knife with you when you go out to dine" + 42 +'My fair antagonist, I bid you good-night' 74 +'The forty-one trees bore their burden' 110 +'The figure of a tall man' 126 + +'With a wild scream Farini endeavoured to support himself with his gauze-like wings' + 144 + +'The King had composed a poem in thirteen stanzas, entitled 'The Beggar Man" + 148 +'Five stalwart ruffians fell upon him' 162 + +"I am James, King of Scotland,' he proclaimed in stentorian tones' + 178 + +'At last MacNab sprang to his feet, holding aloft his brimming flagon' + 201 + +'The strangers were most hospitably entertained, and entered thoroughly into the spirit of the festivities' + 234 + +'The King, however, appeared to have no forebodings, but trotted along with great complacency' + 246 + +'The two went outside and took the road by which they had come' + 270 + + + + + +LORD STRANLEIGH +ABROAD +BY +ROBERT BARR +CONTENTS + PAGE +I.—Lord Stranleigh all at Sea 7 +II.—An Automobile Ride 49 +III.—The God in the Car 87 +IV.—The Mad Miss Maturin 125 +V.—In Search of Game 164 +VI.—The Bunk House Prisoner 209 +VII.—The End of the Contest 259 + + + + + +TEKLA + +A ROMANCE OF LOVE AND WAR + +BY + +ROBERT BARR +CONTENTS. +CHAPTER PAGE +I. THE EMPEROR ENTERS TREVES 1 +II. THE ARCHER INTRODUCES HIMSELF 13 +III. LISTENERS HEAR LITTLE GOOD OF THEMSELVES 28 +IV. THE EMPEROR DISAPPEARS 42 +V. LOVE LEADS THE WAY 55 +VI. AN UNWISHED-FOR MARRIAGE DAY 62 +VII. THE FLIGHT OF THE COUNTESS 69 +VIII. THE RAPIER AND THE BROADSWORD 80 +IX. A PALATIAL PRISON 92 +X. THE INTERCEPTED FUGITIVES 99 +XI. IN QUEST OF A WIFE WITH A TROOP OF HORSE 112 +XII. CUPID'S BOW GIVES PLACE TO THE ARCHER'S 123 +XIII. THE BLACK COUNT IS PERSUADED NOT TO HANG HIS EMPEROR 134 +XIV. A RELUCTANT WELCOME 148 +XV. CASTLE THURON MAKES A FULL MEAL 158 +XVI. THE COUNTESS TRIES TO TAME THE BEAR 174 +XVII. THE ENVOY'S DISASTROUS RETURN 184 +XVIII. A TWO-HANDED SWORD TEACHES DEPORTMENT 198 +XIX. A MAN AND A WOMAN MEET BY TORCHLIGHT 209 +XX. A BREAKFAST ON THE TOP OF THE SOUTH TOWER 217 +XXI. AN EXPERIMENT IN DIPLOMACY 228 +XXII. THE FIRST ATTACK ON CASTLE THURON 234 +XXIII. THE TWO ARCHBISHOPS FALL OUT 245 +XXIV. COUNT BERTRICH EXPLAINS HIS FAILURE 256 +XXV. THE SECOND ASSAULT ON THE CASTLE 260 +XXVI. AN ILLUMINATED NIGHT ATTACK ON THURON 269 +XXVII. THE TWO YEARS' SIEGE BEGINS 277 +XXVIII. THE SECOND ARCHER ANNOUNCES HIMSELF 284 +XXIX. CONRAD VENTURES HIS LIFE FOR HIS LOVE 294 +XXX. THE STRUGGLE IN THE DARK 304 +XXXI. BRAVE NEWS OF THE EMPEROR 313 +XXXII. "FOR YOUR LOVE I WOULD DEFY FATE." 327 +XXXIII. A GRIM INTERRUPTION TO A LOVERS' MEETING 336 +XXXIV. THE BLACK COUNT'S DEFIANCE 351 +XXXV. THE NIGHT ESCAPE OF THE EMPEROR 363 +XXXVI. THE FIVE BILLETLESS ARROWS 371 +XXXVII. THE TRAITOR AND HIS PRICE 378 +XXXVIII. THE INCOGNITO FALLS 385 +XXXIX. THE EMPEROR AT THE HEAD OF HIS ARMY 396 +XL. THE ARCHBISHOPS ENVIRONED WITH A RING OF IRON 403 +XLI. "WHY HAVE YOU DARED TO LEVY WAR'" 413 +XLII. TEKLA REPLENISHES HER WARDROBE 423 +XLIII. THE COUNTESS AND THE EMPEROR 429 + + + + + +A CHICAGO PRINCESS + +A CHICAGO +PRINCESS + +By ROBERT BARR + +Illustrated by FRANCIS P. WIGHTMAN +CONTENTS +' PAGE +CHAPTER I 1 +CHAPTER II 10 +CHAPTER III 25 +CHAPTER IV 37 +CHAPTER V 52 +CHAPTER VI 59 +CHAPTER VII 77 +CHAPTER VIII 90 +CHAPTER IX 101 +CHAPTER X 109 +CHAPTER XI 124 +CHAPTER XII 132 +CHAPTER XIII 143 +CHAPTER XIV 155 +CHAPTER XV 170 +CHAPTER XVI 180 +CHAPTER XVII 194 +CHAPTER XVIII 202 +CHAPTER XIX 219 +CHAPTER XX 239 +CHAPTER XXI 248 +CHAPTER XXII 264 +CHAPTER XXIII 274 +CHAPTER XXIV 288 +CHAPTER XXV 299 + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE MUTABLE MANY +A Novel +By Robert Barr +Second Edition + + +1896 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE MUTABLE MANY + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II. + +CHAPTER III. + +CHAPTER IV. + +CHAPTER V. + +CHAPTER VI. + +CHAPTER VII. + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHAPTER IX. + +CHAPTER X. + +CHAPTER XI. + +CHAPTER XII. + +CHAPTER XIII. + +CHAPTER XIV. + +CHAPTER XV. + +CHAPTER XVI. + +CHAPTER XVII. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +CHAPTER XIX. + +CHAPTER XX. + +CHAPTER XXI. + +CHAPTER XXII. + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +CHAPTER XXV. + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +CHAPTER XXX. + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +OVER THE BORDER +A Romance +By Robert Barr + + + +CONTENTS + +OVER THE BORDER + + +BOOK I.—THE GIRL. + +CHAPTER I.—ASSERTION. + +CHAPTER II.—RECOGNITION. + +CHAPTER III.—MAJESTY. + +CHAPTER IV.—PROPOSAL. + +CHAPTER V.—EXACTION. + +CHAPTER VI.—ORDEAL. + +CHAPTER VII.—APPEAL. + +CHAPTER VIII.—EXECUTION. + + +BOOK II.—THE MAN. + +CHAPTER I.—COINCIDENCE. + +CHAPTER II.—SUSPICION. + +CHAPTER III.—DETENTION. + +CHAPTER IV.—PREPARATION. + +CHAPTER V.—EXAMINATION. + +CHAPTER VI.—INVALIDATION. + +CHAPTER VII.—DETERMINATION. + + +BOOK III.—THE JOURNEY. + +CHAPTER I.—DISAGREEMENT. + +CHAPTER II.—RECONCILIATION. + +CHAPTER III.—COMPANIONSHIP. + +CHAPTER IV.—FRIENDSHIP. + +CHAPTER V.—AFFECTION. + +CHAPTER VI.—REJECTION. + +CHAPTER VII.—CHECKMATED. + +CHAPTER VIII.—DESTINY. + + +BOOK IV.—THE RETURN + +CHAPTER I.—TENSION. + +CHAPTER II.—ACQUITTANCE. + +CHAPTER III.—ENLIGHTENMENT. + +CHAPTER IV.—ENTANGLED. + +CHAPTER V.—SANCTUARY. + +CHAPTER VI.—EXPEDIENCE. + +CHAPTER VII.—VICTORY. + +CHAPTER VIII.—ACCOMPLISHMENT. + +CHAPTER IX.—MATRIMONY. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE SPECULATIONS OF JOHN STEELE +By Robert Barr +Illustrated By F. R. Gruger + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I.—A NARROW ESCAPE + +CHAPTER II.—PROMOTION + +CHAPTER III.—WAYLAYING A MAGNATE + +CHAPTER IV.—A CONSPIRACY + +CHAPTER V.—A FAVOURITE OF FORTUNE + +CHAPTER VI.—"THERE'S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET IN LIFE" + +CHAPTER VII.—THE FIRST CAST OF THE DICE + +CHAPTER VIII.—AN IMPENDING CHANGE + +CHAPTER IX.—LOVE'S SPECTRE + +CHAPTER X.—BUYING A RAILWAY + +CHAPTER XI.—THE TERROR OF WHEAT + +CHAPTER XII.—THE EMBODIMENT OF MAMMON + +CHAPTER XIII.—PERSONALLY CONDUCTED BY A GIRL + +CHAPTER XIV.—AN IMPORTANT CHAMPAGNE LUNCH. + +CHAPTER XV.—AN ATTEMPT AT AN ARMISTICE. + +CHAPTER XVI.—THE RICHEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD + +CHAPTER XVII.—TO THE SOUND OF THE SILVER CHIME + + + + + + + + + + + + + +YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH +A Novel +By Robert Barr +Illustrated +1908 + + + +CONTENTS + +YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH + +CHAPTER I.—THE KING'S MOVE IN THE CITY + +CHAPTER II.—THE PREMATURE COMPROMISE + +CHAPTER III.—THE MISSION OF 'THE WOMAN IN WHITE' + +CHAPTER IV.—THE MAGNET OF THE GOLD FIELD + +CHAPTER V.—AN INVITATION TO LUNCH + +CHAPTER VI.—AN ATTACK ON THE HIGH SEAS + +CHAPTER VII.—THE CAPTAIN OF THE 'RAJAH' STRIKES OIL + +CHAPTER VIII.—THE 'RAJAH' GETS INTO LEGAL DIFFICULTIES + +CHAPTER IX.—THE FINAL FINANCIAL STRUGGLE WITH SCHWARTZBROD + +CHAPTER X.—THE MEETING WITH THE GOVERNOR OF THE BANK + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57691.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57691.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..15978e19670fdd9046609205a02ab512509cdc65 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57691.txt @@ -0,0 +1,547 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE DETAILED CONTENTS OF THE COMPLETE MEMOIRS + + +OF + + +JACQUES CASANOVA de SEINGALT + +1725-1798 + + + + + + + + +DETAILED CONTENTS + + + +CASANOVA AT DUX +TRANSLATOR’S PREFACE +AUTHOR’S PREFACE + + +THE MEMOIRS OF JACQUES CASANOVA + + + + +VOLUME 1 — VENETIAN YEARS + +EPISODE 1 — CHILDHOOD + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +EPISODE 2 — CLERIC IN NAPLES + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +EPISODE 3 — MILITARY CAREER + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +EPISODE 4 — RETURN TO VENICE + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +EPISODE 5 — MILAN AND MANTUA + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + + +VOLUME 2 — TO PARIS AND PRISON + +EPISODE 6 — PARIS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +EPISODE 7 — VENICE + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +EPISODE 8 — CONVENT AFFAIRS + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +EPISODE 9 — THE FALSE NUN + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +EPISODE 10 — UNDER THE LEADS + +CHAPTER XXVI + +CHAPTER XXVII + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +CHAPTER XXIX + +CHAPTER XXX + +CHAPTER XXXI + +CHAPTER XXXII + + +VOLUME 3 — THE ETERNAL QUEST + +EPISODE 11 — PARIS AND HOLLAND + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +EPISODE 12 — RETURN TO PARIS + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +EPISODE 13 — HOLLAND AND GERMANY + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +EPISODE 14 — SWITZERLAND + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +EPISODE 15 — WITH VOLTAIRE + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + + +VOLUME 4 — ADVENTURES IN THE SOUTH + +EPISODE 16 — DEPART SWITZERLAND + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +EPISODE 17 — RETURN TO ITALY + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +EPISODE 18—RETURN TO NAPLES + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +EPISODE 19 — BACK AGAIN TO PARIS + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +EPISODE 20 — MILAN + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + + +VOLUME 5 — TO LONDON AND MOSCOW + +EPISODE 21 — SOUTH OF FRANCE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +EPISODE 21 — TO LONDON + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +EPISODE 23—THE ENGLISH + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +EPISODE 24 — FLIGHT FROM LONDON TO BERLIN + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +EPISODE 25 — RUSSIA AND POLAND + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + + +VOLUME 6 — SPANISH PASSIONS + +EPISODE 26 — SPAIN + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +EPISODE 27 — EXPELLED FROM SPAIN + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +EPISODE 28 — RETURN TO ROME + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +EPISODE 29 — FLORENCE TO TRIESTE + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +EPISODE 30 — OLD AGE AND DEATH OF CASANOVA + + + + + + + +APPENDIX AND SUPPLEMENT + +PART THE FIRST — VENICE 1774-1782 + +I — CASANOVA’S RETURN TO VENICE + +II — RELATIONS WITH THE INQUISITORS + +III — FRANCESCA BUSCHINI + +IV — PUBLICATIONS + +V — MLLE—— X—— . . . C—— . . . V——. . . + +VI — LAST DAYS AT VENICE + +PART THE SECOND — VIENNA-PARIS + +I — 1783-1785 + +II — PARIS + +III — VIENNA + +IV — LETTERS FROM FRANCESCA + +V — LAST DAYS AT VIENNA + +PART THE THIRD — DUX — 1786-1798 + +I — THE CASTLE AT DUX + +II — LETTERS FROM FRANCESCA + +III — CORRESPONDENCE AND ACTIVITIES + +IV — CORRESPONDENCE WITH JEAN-FERDINAND OPIZ + +V — PUBLICATIONS + +VI — SUMMARY of MY LIFE + +VII — LAST DAYS AT DUX + + + + +Illustrations + +Bookcover 1 + +Titlepage 1 + +Chapter 4 + +Chapter 5 + +Chapter 8 + +Chapter 9 + +Chapter 14 + +Chapter 14b + +Chapter 17 + +Chapter 18 + +Chapter 8 + +Chapter 9 + +Chapter 22 + +Chapter 23 + +Chapter 5 + +Chapter 6 + +Chapter 11 + +Chapter 12 + +Chapter 7 + +Chapter 8 + +Chapter 16 + +Chapter 16b + +Chapter 7 + +Chapter 8 + +Chapter 15 + +Chapter 17 + +Chapter 7 + +Chapter 8 + +Chapter 15 + +Chapter 16 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57694.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57694.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..be5e462b360f7c3ae57414dcf32c5118dcb27b69 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57694.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1033 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF CONINGSBY DAWSON + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE GLORY OF THE TRENCHES + +## CARRY ON + +## OUT TO WIN + +## THE KINGDOM ROUND THE CORNER + +## MURDER POINT + +## THE LITTLE HOUSE + +## THE RAFT + +## THE VANISHING POINT + +## THE TEST OF SCARLET + +## LIVING BAYONETS + +## IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU + +## ON A CERTAIN NIGHT + +## THE GARDEN WITHOUT WALLS + +## SLAVES OF FREEDOM + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + + + + + +THE GLORY OF THE TRENCHES +AN INTERPRETATION + + +By Coningsby Dawson + + + + +CONTENTS + +TO YOU AT HOME + +HOW THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN + +IN HOSPITAL + +I. THE ROAD TO BLIGHTY + +THE LADS AWAY + +II. THE GROWING OF THE VISION + +THE GLORY OF THE TRENCHES + +III. GOD AS WE SEE HIM + + + + + +CARRY ON +By Coningsby Dawson +WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES +BY HIS FATHER, W.J. DAWSON +1917 + + +CARRY ON + +INTRODUCTION + +THE LETTERS + + +I +II +III +IV +V +VI +VII +VIII +IX +X + +XI +XII +XIII +XIV +XV +XVI +XVII +XVIII +XIX +XX + +XXI +XXII +XXIII +XXIV +XXV +XXVI +XXVII +XXVIII +XXIX +XXX + +XXXI +XXXII +XXXIII +XXXIV +XXXV +XXXVI +XXXVII +XXXVIII +XXXIX +XL + +XLI +XLII +XLIII +XLIV +XLIV +XLV +XLVI +XLVII +XLVIII +XLIX + + + + + + +OUT TO WIN +THE STORY OF AMERICA IN FRANCE +BY +CONINGSBY DAWSON +CONTENTS + +A PREFACE FOR FOOLS ONLY 9 + +"WE'VE GOT FOUR YEARS" 29 + +WAR AS A JOB 61 + +THE WAR OF COMPASSION 109 + +THE LAST WAR 196 + + + + + +The Kingdom Round the Corner—A Novel +By CONINGSBY DAWSON +Illustrated by W.D. Stevens +CONTENTS +CHAPTER I + +An Altered World +CHAPTER II + +Retrievers of Youth +CHAPTER III + +All Sorts of Kingdoms +CHAPTER IV + +The Complications of Maisie +CHAPTER V + +The Air of Conquest +CHAPTER VI + +Trampled Roses +CHAPTER VII + +Some People Find Their Kingdoms +CHAPTER VIII + +Round the Corner +The Illustrations by +W.D. Stevens + +"I'm sorry," Tabs apologized. "I didn't mean anything unkind." (Page 33) + +Tabs extended his hand. Braithwaite made no motion to take it. + +"Mrs. Lockwood, why can't you let Adair alone?" + +"I was afraid you had left" + + + + + +MURDER POINT +A Tale of Keewatin +By +Coningsby William Dawson + + + + + +1910 + + + +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +I. John Granger of Murder Point 1 +II. The Unbidden Guest 13 +III. The Devil in the Klondike 25 +IV. Spurling's Tale 42 +V. Cities Out of Sight 53 +VI. The Pursuer Arrives 74 +VII. The Corporal Sets Out 86 +VIII. The Last of Strangeways 100 +IX. The Break-up of the Ice 112 +X. A Message from the Dead 120 +XI. The Love of Woman 144 +XII. He Reviews His Marriage, and is Put to the Test 162 +XIII. The Dead Soul Speaks Out 186 +XIV. Spurling Makes a Request 210 +XV. Manitous and Shades of the Departed 225 +XVI. In Hiding on Huskies' Island 240 +XVII. The Forbidden River 257 +XVIII. The Betrayal 272 +XIX. The Hand in the Doorway 283 +XX. Spurling Takes Fright 297 +XXI. The Murder in the Sky 305 +XXII. The Blizzard 318 +XXIII. The Last Chance 334 + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE LITTLE HOUSE +By Coningsby Dawson +With Illustrations By Stella Langdale + + + +THE LITTLE HOUSE + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE RAFT +By Coningsby Dawson + +> +With Illustrations By Orson Lowell +New York +1914 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I—A MAN + +CHAPTER II—“I’M HALF SICK OF SHADOWS” + +CHAPTER III—ALL THE WAY FOR THIS + +CHAPTER IV—LOVE’S SHADOW + +CHAPTER V—ENTER PETER AND GLORY + +CHAPTER VI—JEHANE’S SECOND MARRIAGE + +CHAPTER VII—THE WHISTLING ANGEL + +CHAPTER VIII—“COMING. COMING, PETERKINS” + +CHAPTER IX—KAY AND SOME OTHERS + +CHAPTER X—WAFFLES BETTERS HIMSELF + +CHAPTER XI—THE HOME LIFE OF A FINANCIER + +CHAPTER XII—THE ‘MAGINATIVE CHILD + +CHAPTER XIII—PRICKCAUTIONS + +CHAPTER XIV—PETER IN EGYPT + +CHAPTER XV—MARRIED LIFE + +CHAPTER XVI—THE ANGELS AND OCKY WAFFLES + +CHAPTER XVII—A HOUSE BUILT ON SAND + +CHAPTER XVIII—PETER TO THE RESCUE + +CHAPTER XIX—THE CHRISTMAS CAB + +CHAPTER XX—THE HIDING OF OCKY WAFFLES + +CHAPTER XXI—STRANGE HAPPENINGS + +CHAPTER XXII—CAT’S MEAT LOOKS ROUND + +CHAPTER XXIII—AND GLORY SAID + +CHAPTER XXIV—THE TRICYCLE MAKES A DISCOVERY + +CHAPTER XXV—THE HAPPY COTTAGE + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE HAUNTED WOOD + +CHAPTER XXVII—PETER FINDS A FAIRY + +CHAPTER XXVIII—WAKING UP + +CHAPTER XXIX—A GOLDEN WORLD + +CHAPTER XXX—HALF IN LOVE + +CHAPTER XXXI—A NIGHT WITH THE MOON + +CHAPTER XXXII—IF YOU WON’T COME TO HEAVEN, THEN—— + +CHAPTER XXXIII—THE WORLD AND OCKY + +CHAPTER XXXIV—THE BENEVOLENT DELILAHS + +CHAPTER XXXV—WINGED BIRDS AND ROOTED TREES + +CHAPTER XXXVI—THE SPREADING OF WINGS + +CHAPTER XXXVII—THE RACE + +CHAPTER XXXVIII—A NIGHT OF IT + +CHAPTER XXXIX—ON THE RIVER + +CHAPTER XL—MR. GRACE GOES ON THE BUST + +CHAPTER XLI—TREE-TOPS + +CHAPTER XLII—THE COACH-RIDE TO LONDON + +CHAPTER XLIII—AN UNFINISHED POEM + +CHAPTER XLIV—IN SEARCH OF YOUNGNESS + +CHAPTER XLV—LOVE KNOCKS AT KAY’S DOOR + +CHAPTER XLVI—THE ANGEL WHISTLES + +CHAPTER XLVII—“THEIR VIRGINS HAD NO MARRIAGE-SONGS; AND THEY THAT COULD SWIM——” + +CHAPTER XLVIII—AND GLORY + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE VANISHING POINT +By Coningsby Dawson +Illustrated By James Montgomery Flagg +MCMXXII + + + +THE VANISHING POINT + + +CHAPTER THE FIRST—THE DISAPPEARANCE OF A PATRIOT + +CHAPTER THE SECOND—THE RETURN OF SANTA GORLOF + +CHAPTER THE THIRD—HE PLUNGES INTO ROMANCE + +CHAPTER THE FOURTH—HE BECOMES PART OF THE GAME + +CHAPTER THE FIFTH—THE GREEN EYES CAST A SPELL + +CHAPTER THE SIXTH—THE ESCAPE + +CHAPTER THE SEVENTH—THE CAPTURE + +CHAPTER THE EIGHTH—THE VANISHING POINT + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE TEST OF SCARLET +A Romance of Ideality +By Coningsby Dawson +1919 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE TEST OF SCARLET + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +BOOK II—THE MARCH TO CONQUEST + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +BOOK III—INTO THE BLUE + +I + +II + +III + +IV + +V + +VI + +VII + +VIII + +IX + +X + +XI + +XII + + + + + + + + + + + + + +LIVING BAYONETS +A Record of The Last Push +By Coningsby Dawson +1919 + + + +CONTENTS + +FOREWORD + +LIVING BAYONETS + +GERMANY PLEADS FOR PEACE + + + + + + + + + + + + + +IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU +A Contemporary Portrait Of Central And Eastern Europe +By Coningsby Dawson +1921 + + + +CONTENTS + +IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU + +CHAPTER I—IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU + +CHAPTER II—THESE MY LITTLE ONES + +CHAPTER III—A DAY OF REST AND GLADNESS + +CHAPTER IV—THE SIGN OF THE FALLING HAMMER + +CHAPTER V—ONCE IS ENOUGH + +CHAPTER VI—IT IS NOT SAFE + +CHAPTER VII—CHRISTMAS EVE IN VIENNA + +CHAPTER VIII—A HOSPITAL IN BUDA + +CHAPTER IX—AN ECONOMIC EXPERIMENT + +CHAPTER X—BABUSCHKA + +CHAPTER XI—THE SOUL OF POLAND + +CHAPTER XII—ONE CHILD'. STORY + +CHAPTER XIII—THE CASE OF MARKI + +CHAPTER XIV—AN IMPERIAL BREAD-LINE + +CHAPTER XV—POLAND'. COMMON MAN + +CHAPTER XVI—THE NIGHT OF THE THREE KINGS + +CHAPTER XVII—DOES POLAND WANT PEACE? + +CHAPTER XVIII—THE PROBLEM OF DANTZIG + +CHAPTER XIX—YOUNG GERMANY + +CHAPTER XX—NEITHER PEACE NOR WAR + + + + + + + + + + + + + +FLORENCE ON A CERTAIN NIGHT +AND OTHER POEMS +By Coningsby Dawson +1914 + + + + + +CONTENTS + +FLORENCE ON A CERTAIN NIGHT + +CENTURIES AGO + +HIS MOTHER + +PERHAPS + +BELLUM AMORIS + +QUEEN MARY OF HEAVEN + +A BRAVE LIFE + +THE MOON-MOTHER + +TO A YOUNG GIRL WHO SAID SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL + +HALLOWE'EN + +UNSEEN + +WHY THEY LOVED HIM + +CHILDISH TRAVELLING + +THE IVORY LATCH + +THE ONCE SUNG SONG + +SPRING + +A LULLABY + +UNANSWERABLE QUESTIONS + +THE HILL-TOWER + +DAYBREAK + +HOME + +VANISHED LOVE + +THALATTA! THALATTA! + +TO ENGLAND'S GREATEST SATIRIST + +IN THE GLAD MONTH OF MAY + +THE LILIES BLOOM + +HERE, SWEET, WE LAY + +OUT OF THE BLACKNESS + +IF GOD SHOULD COME + +A NEW TENANT + +LIFE WITHOUT THEE + +ANSWERED PRAYER + +IN BEDLAM + +A SONG OF IGNOBLE EASE + +A WISH FOR HER + +WE MEET + +HEART-BREAK + +UP AGAIN + +MASTERLESS + +FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD + +ABANDON + +MAN'S BEGINNING + +LOVE AT LAST + +THE MIRROR OF THOUGHT + +I'M SORRY + +DREAMLAND LOVE + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE GARDEN WITHOUT WALLS +By Coningsby Dawson +1913 + + + +CONTENTS + +BOOK I—THE WALLED-IN GARDEN + +CHAPTER I—MY MOTHER + +CHAPTER II—THE MAGIC CARPET + +CHAPTER III—THE SPUFFLER + +CHAPTER IV—RUTHITA + +CHAPTER V—MARRIAGE ACCORDING TO HETTY + +CHAPTER VI—THE YONDER LAND + +CHAPTER VII—THE OPEN WORLD + +CHAPTER VIII—RECAPTURED + +CHAPTER IX—THE SNOW LADY + + +BOOK II—THE PULLING DOWN OF THE WALLS + +CHAPTER I—THE RED HOUSE + +CHAPTER II—CHILDISH SORROWS AND CHILDISH COMFORTERS + +CHAPTER III—THE WORLD OF BOYS + +CHAPTER IV—NEW HORIZONS + +CHAPTER V—THE AWAKENING + +CHAPTER VI—WHAT IS LOVE? + +CHAPTER VII—THE TRANSFORMATION OF THE SPUFFLER + +CHAPTER VIII—MONEY AND HAPPINESS + +CHAPTER IX—THE DECEITFULNESS OF RICHES + +CHAPTER X—THE LAST OF THE RED HOUSE + +CHAPTER XI—STAR-DUST DAYS + + +BOOK III—THE GARDEN WITHOUT WALLS + +CHAPTER I—I MEET HER + +CHAPTER II—I MEET HER AGAIN + +CHAPTER III—FATE + +CHAPTER IV—THE TRUTH ABOUT HER + +CHAPTER V—LUCK TURNS IN MY FAVOR + +CHAPTER VI—MOTHS + +CHAPTER VII—THE GARDEN OF TEMPTATION + +CHAPTER VIII—THE WAY OF ALL FLESH + +CHAPTER IX—THE ELOPEMENT + +CHAPTER X—PUPPETS OF DESIRE + +CHAPTER XI—SPRING WEATHER + +CHAPTER XII—THE BACK-DOOR OF THE WORLD + +CHAPTER XIII—THE TURNING POINT + +CHAPTER XIV—I GO TO SHEBA + +CHAPTER XV—THE FLAME OF A SWORD + + +BOOK IV—THE FRUIT OF THE GARDEN + +CHAPTER I—THE HOME-COMING + +CHAPTER II—DREAM HAVEN + +CHAPTER III—NARCOTICS + +CHAPTER IV—RUTHITA + +CHAPTER V—LA FIESOLE + +CHAPTER VI—SIR GALAHAD IN MONTMARTRE + +CHAPTER VII—SATURNALIA + +CHAPTER VIII—LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI + +CHAPTER IX—THE GARDEN WITHOUT WALLS + +CHAPTER X—THE FRUIT OF THE GARDEN + + + + + + + + + + + + + +SLAVES OF FREEDOM +By Coningsby Dawson +1916 + + + +CONTENTS + +A SLAVE OF FREEDOM + + +BOOK I—LIFE TILL TWENTY-ONE + +CHAPTER I—MRS. SHEERUG’S GARDEN + +CHAPTER II—THE FAERY-GODMOTHER + +CHAPTER III—VASHTI + +CHAPTER IV—THE ROUSING OF THE GIANT + +CHAPTER V—THE GHOST BIRD OF ROMANCE + +CHAPTER VI—A STRATEGY THAT FAILED + +CHAPTER VII—“PASHUN” IN THE KITCHEN + +CHAPTER VIII—THE EXPENSE OF LOVING + +CHAPTER IX—THE FOG + +CHAPTER X—THE WIFE OF A GENIUS + +CHAPTER XI—THE LITTLE GOD LOVE + +CHAPTER XII—DOUBTS + +CHAPTER XIII—SHUT OUT. + +CHAPTER XIV—BELIEVING HER GOOD + +CHAPTER XV—THE FAERY TALE BEGINS AGAIN + +CHAPTER XVI—A WONDERFUL WORLD + +CHAPTER XVII—DESIRE + +CHAPTER XVIII—ESCAPING + +CHAPTER XIX—THE HIGH HORSE OF ROMANCE + +CHAPTER XX—THE POND IN THE WOODLAND + +CHAPTER XXI—VANISHED + +CHAPTER XXII—THE FEAR OF KNOWLEDGE + +CHAPTER XXIII—TEDDY AND RUDDY + +CHAPTER XXIV—DUKE NINEVEH ENTERS + +CHAPTER XXV—LUCK + +CHAPTER XXVI—DREAMING OF LOVE + + +BOOK II—THE BOOK OF REVELATION + +CHAPTER I—THE ISLAND VALLEY + +CHAPTER II—A SUMMER’S NIGHT + +CHAPTER III—A SUMMER’S MORNING + +CHAPTER IV—HAUNTED + +CHAPTER V—SUSPENSE + +CHAPTER VI—DESIRE’S MOTHER + +CHAPTER VII—LOVING DESIRE + +CHAPTER VIII—FAITH RENEWS ITSELF + +CHAPTER IX—SHE ELUDES HIM + +CHAPTER X—AND NOTHING ELSE SAW ALL DAY LONG + +CHAPTER XI—THE KEYS TO ARCADY + +CHAPTER XII—ARCADY + +CHAPTER XIII—DRIFTING + +CHAPTER XIV—THE TRIFLERS GROW EARNEST + +CHAPTER XV—SLAVES OF FREEDOM + +CHAPTER XVI—THE GHOST OF HAPPINESS + +CHAPTER XVII—THE TEST + +CHAPTER XVIII—THE PRINCESS WHO DID NOT KNOW HER HEART + +CHAPTER XIX—AN OLD PASSION + +CHAPTER XX—SHE PROPOSES + +CHAPTER XXI—THE EXPERIMENTAL HONEYMOON + +CHAPTER XXII—SHE RECALLS HIM + +CHAPTER XXIII—HIS WAITING ENDS + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57696.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57696.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..adaa66da87f7cfa9f816ec90b6b8dea582904707 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57696.txt @@ -0,0 +1,523 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF CHARLES A. EASTMAN +[AKA OHIYESA] + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## INDIAN HEROES AND GREAT CHIEFTAINS + +## INDIAN BOYHOOD + +## OLD INDIAN DAYS + +## THE SOUL OF THE INDIAN + +## INDIAN CHILD LIFE + +## THE INDIAN TODAY + +## WIGWAM EVENINGS + +## RED HUNTERS AND THE ANIMAL PEOPLE + +## INDIAN SCOUT TALKS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + + + +INDIAN HEROES AND GREAT CHIEFTAINS + + +By Charles A. Eastman (Ohiyesa) + + + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + INDIAN HEROES AND GREAT CHIEFTAINS + + + RED CLOUD + + SPOTTED TAIL + + LITTLE CROW + + TAMAHAY + + GALL + + CRAZY HORSE + + SITTING BULL + + RAIN-IN-THE-FACE + + TWO STRIKE + + AMERICAN HORSE + + DULL KNIFE + + ROMAN NOSE + + CHIEF JOSEPH + + LITTLE WOLF + + HOLE-IN-THE-DAY + + + + + + + +INDIAN BOYHOOD + + +By Ohiyesa (Charles A. Eastman) + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + I. EARLIEST RECOLLECTIONS + I. Hadakah, “The Pitiful Last” + II. Early Hardships + III. My Indian Grandmother + IV. An Indian Sugar Camp + V. A Midsummer Feast + + II. AN INDIAN BOY’S TRAINING + + III. MY PLAYS AND PLAYMATES + I. Games and Sports + II. My Playmates + III: The Boy Hunter + IV. Hakadah’s First Offering + + V. FAMILY TRADITIONS + I: A Visit to Smoky Day + II. The Stone Boy + + VI. EVENING IN THE LODGE + I: Evening in the Lodge + II. Adventures of My Uncle + + VII. THE END OF THE BEAR DANCE + + VIII. THE MAIDENS’ FEAST + + IX. MORE LEGENDS + I: A Legend of Devil’s Lake + II. Manitoshaw’s Hunting + + X. INDIAN LIFE AND ADVENTURE + I: Life in the Woods + II. A Winter Camp + III. Wild Harvests + IV. A Meeting on the Plains + V. An Adventurous Journey + XI. The Laughing Philosopher + + XII. FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF CIVILIZATION + + + + + + + +OLD INDIAN DAYS + + +By Charles A. Eastman +(Ohiyesa) + + + + + + CONTENTS + + + PART ONE. THE WARRIOR + + I. THE LOVE OF ANTELOPE + + II. THE MADNESS OF BALD EAGLE + + III. THE SINGING SPIRIT + + IV. THE FAMINE + + V. THE CHIEF SOLDIER + + VI. THE WHITE MAN’S ERRAND + + VII. THE GRAVE OF THE DOG + + + PART TWO. THE WOMAN + + I. WINONA, THE WOMAN-CHILD + + II. WINONA, THE CHILD-WOMAN + + III. SNANA’S FAWN + + IV. SHE-WHO-HAS-A-SOUL + + V. THE PEACE-MAKER + + VI. BLUE SKY + + VII. THE FAITHFULNESS OF LONG EARS + + VIII. THE WAR MAIDEN + + GLOSSARY + + + + + + + +THE SOUL OF THE INDIAN +An Interpretation + + +By Charles Alexander Eastman (Ohiyesa) + + + + + +CONTENTS + +FOREWORD + +I. THE GREAT MYSTERY + +II. THE FAMILY ALTAR + +III. CEREMONIAL AND SYMBOLIC WORSHIP + +IV. BARBARISM AND THE MORAL CODE + +V. THE UNWRITTEN SCRIPTURES + +VI. ON THE BORDER-LAND OF SPIRITS + + + + + + + + +INDIAN CHILD LIFE + + + +By +CHARLES A. EASTMAN +(Ohiyesa) + + + +ILLUSTRATED BY +GEORGE VARIAN + + + +1913 +CONTENTS +Part One +MY INDIAN CHILDHOOD + +CHAPTER PAGE +I. "The Pitiful Last" 1 +II. Early Hardships 9 +III. An Indian Sugar Camp 19 +IV. Games and Sports 26 +V. An Indian Boy's Training 37 +VI. The Boy Hunter 48 +VII. Evening in the Lodge 58 + +Part Two +STORIES OF REAL INDIANS + +I. Winona's Childhood 75 +II. Winona's Girlhood 83 +III. A Midsummer Feast 93 +IV. The Faithfulness of Long Ears 103 +V. Snana's Fawn 118 +VI. Hakadah's First Offering 131 +VII. The Grave of the Dog 145 + + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS +Snana called loudly to her companion turnip-diggers Frontispiece +So he bravely jumped upon the nest PAGE 32 +"Oh, what nice claws he has, uncle!" I exclaimed eagerly 69 +He began to sing a dirge for him 140 + + + + + +THE INDIAN TO-DAY +The Past and Future of +the First American + +BY +CHARLES A. EASTMAN (OHIYESA) +1915 +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +I. The Indian as He Was 3 +II. The How and the Why of Indian Wars 19 +III. The Agency System: Its Uses and Abuses 34 +IV. The New Indian Policy 49 +V. The Indian in School 64 +VI. The Indian at Home 81 +VII. The Indian as a Citizen 95 +VIII. The Indian in College and the Professions 115 +IX. The Indian's Health Problem 135 +X. Native Arts and Industries 148 +XI. The Indian's Gifts to the Nation 164 +Bibliography 179 +Table of Indian Reservations 183 + +[xii] + + + + + + +WIGWAM EVENINGS +SIOUX FOLK TALES RETOLD + +BY CHARLES A. EASTMAN +(Ohiyesa) +AND ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN + +Illustrated by Edwin Willard Deming +Copyright, 1909 + +CONTENTS + +EVENINGS PAGE +First The Buffalo and the Field-mouse 1 +Second The Frogs and the Crane 15 +Third The Eagle and the Beaver 25 +Fourth The War Party 31 +Fifth The Falcon and the Duck 39 +Sixth The Raccoon and the Bee-tree 49 +Seventh The Badger and the Bear 61 +Eighth The Good-luck Token 71 +Ninth Unktomee and his Bundle of Songs 79 +Tenth Unktomee and the Elk 89 +Eleventh The Festival of the Little People 99 +Twelfth Eya the Devourer 107 +Thirteenth The Wars of Wa-Kee-Yan and Unk-Tay-Hee 115 +Fourteenth The Little Boy Man 123 +Fifteenth The Return of the Little Boy Man 131 +Sixteenth The First Battle 139 +Seventeenth The Beloved of the Sun 147 +Eighteenth Wood-Chopper and Berry-picker 155 +Nineteenth The Son-in-law 165 +Twentieth The Comrades 175 +Twenty-first The Laugh-maker 185 +Twenty-second The Runaways 193 +Twenty-third The Girl Who Married the Star 203 +Twenty-fourth North Wind and Star Boy 211 +Twenty-fifth The Ten Virgins 221 +Twenty-sixth The Magic Arrows 231 +Twenty-seventh The Ghost-Wife 243 + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + PAGE +The Stranger Watches the Laugh-maker and the Bears Frontispiece +Smoky Day Telling Tales of Old Days around his Fire 5 +Just then a Fox Crept Up Behind the Crane 23 +The Falcon chases the old Drake 43 +"Come down, friends!" called the Raccoon 54 +So they ran and they ran out of the woods on to the shining white beach 57 +"I would not trouble you," said he, "but my little folks are starving" 67 +"Oh, that is only a bundle of old songs," replied Unktomee 83 +Tanagela and her little brother 91 +With his long spear he stabbed each of the monsters 129 +He came to a little hut where lived an old Bear 162 +"Do not shoot a white deer when you see him coming toward you" 171 +They stood thus with their beaks touching over the stream 200 +Star Boy attacked by Hinhan, the Owl 215 +She took up handsful of ashes to throw into their faces 227 +He offered up the body as a sacrifice 235 +At the touch of his magic arrow, it fell at his feet 240 +He was once seen with several Deer about him, petting and handling them 247 + + + + + +RED HUNTERS +And the Animal People +By +Charles A. Eastman + +(Ohiyesa) +AUTHOR OF "INDIAN BOYHOOD" +1904 +CONTENTS + PAGE +The Great Cat's Nursery 3 +On Wolf Mountain 24 +The Dance of the Little People 46 +Wechah the Provider 66 +The Mustering of the Herds 89 +The Sky Warrior 106 +A Founder of Ten Towns 123 +The Gray Chieftain 143 +Hootay of the Little Rosebud 159 +The River People 177 +The Challenge 200 +Wild Animals from the Indian Stand-point 224 +Glossary of Indian Words and Phrases 247 + + + + + +INDIAN SCOUT TALKS + + + +A GUIDE FOR BOY SCOUTS + +AND CAMP FIRE GIRLS + + + +BY + + + +CHARLES A. EASTMAN + +(OHIYESÄ) + + + +Author of “Wigwam Evenings,” etc. +1914 + +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +I. At Home With Nature 1 +II. Indian Methods of Physical Training 7 +III. How to Make Friends With Wild Animals 15 +IV. The Language of Footprints 25 +V. Hunting With Sling-shot and Bow and Arrow 34 +VI. Primitive Modes of Trapping and Fishing 42 +VII. How to Make and Handle Indian Canoes 48 +VIII. The Camp Site and the Carry 55 +IX. How to Build Wigwams and Shelters 61 +X. Fire Without Matches and Cooking Without Pots 69 +XI. How to Make and Follow a Blazed Trail 77 +XII. Indian Signals in Camp and Field 85 +XIII. An Indian Boy’s Sports 91 +XIV. A Winter Masque 99 +XV. An Indian Girl’s Sports 106 +XVI. Indian Names and Their Significance 112 +XVII. Indian Girls’ Names and Symbolic Decorations 120 +XVIII. The Language of Feathers and Ceremonial Dress 126 +XIX. Indian Ceremonies for Boy Scouts 137 +XX. The Maidens’ Feast: A Ceremony for Girls 146 +XXI. The Gesture-language of the Indian 151 +XXII. Indian Picture-writing 159 +XXIII. Wood-craft and Weather Wisdom 168 +XXIV. The Art of Story-telling 175 +XXV. Etiquette of the Wigwam 182 +XXVI. Training for Service 188 + + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS +Portrait of the Author, Dr. Charles A. Eastman Frontispiece +1. Method of Tracking a Moose 32 +2. Framework of the Wigwam 62 +3. The Wigwam 63 +4. Framework of the Teepee 65 +5. The Teepee 65 +6. Implements for Making a Fire Without Matches 70 +7. Making the Fire 71 +8-10. Ground Arrows 94 +11. Indian Symbol for the Home 120 +12. Indian Symbol for the Four Points of the Compass 121 +13. Indian Symbol for Life Here and Here-after 121 +14. Indian Symbol for Happiness in the Home 121 +15. Indian Symbol for Eternal Union 121 +16. Indian Symbol for Footprints 121 +17. Indian Symbol for Lightning or Destruction 122 +18. Indian Symbol for Mountains or Prayer 122 +19. Figure of the Thunder-Bird 143 +20. The Peace Pipe 145 +21-26. Indian Picture Writings 160 + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57703.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57703.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..41436a28e732d5c2765986af16e1932ad486d505 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57703.txt @@ -0,0 +1,430 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF VAUGHAN KESTER + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## THE PRODIGAL JUDGE + +## THE JUST AND THE UNJUST + +## THE MANAGER OF THE B. & A + +## THE FORTUNE OF THE LANDRAYS + +## THE HAND OF THE MIGHTY + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +THE PRODIGAL JUDGE + + + +By Vaughan Kester + + + + CONTENTS + + + CHAPTER I. THE BOY AT THE BARONY + + CHAPTER II. YANCY TELLS A MORAL TALE + + CHAPTER III. TROUBLE AT SCRATCH HILL + + CHAPTER IV. LAW AT BALAAM'S CROSS-ROADS + + CHAPTER V. THE ENCOUNTER + + CHAPTER VI. BETTY SETS OUT FOR TENNESSEE + + CHAPTER VII. THE FIGHT AT SLOSSON'S TAVERN + + CHAPTER VIII. ON THE RIVER + + CHAPTER IX. JUDGE SLOCUM PRICE + + CHAPTER X. BOON COMPANIONS + + CHAPTER XI. THE ORATOR OF THE DAY + + CHAPTER XII. THE FAMILY ON THE RAFT + + CHAPTER XIII. THE JUDGE BREAKS JAIL + + CHAPTER XIV. BELLE PLAIN + + CHAPTER XV. THE SHOOTING-MATCH AT BOGGS' + + CHAPTER XVI. THE PORTAL OF HOPE + + CHAPTER XVII. BOB YANCY FINDS HIMSELF + + CHAPTER XVIII. AN ORPHAN MAN OF TITLE + + CHAPTER XIX. THE JUDGE SEES A GHOST + + CHAPTER XX. THE WARNING + + CHAPTER XXI. THICKET POINT + + CHAPTER XXII. AT THE CHURCH DOOR + + CHAPTER XXIII. THE JUDGE OFFERS A REWARD + + CHAPTER XXIV. THE CABIN ACROSS THE BAYOU + + CHAPTER XXV. THE JUDGE EXTENDS HIS CREDIT + + CHAPTER XXVI. BETTY LEAVES BELLE PLAIN + + CHAPTER XXVII. PRISONERS + + CHAPTER XXVIII. THE JUDGE MEETS THE SITUATION + + CHAPTER XXIX. COLONEL FENTRESS + + CHAPTER XXX. THE BUBBLE BURSTS + + CHAPTER XXXI. THE KEEL BOAT + + CHAPTER XXXII. THE RAFT AGAIN + + CHAPTER XXXIII. THE JUDGE RECEIVES A LETTER + + CHAPTER XXXIV. THE DUEL + + CHAPTER XXXV. A CRISIS AT THE COURT-HOUSE + + CHAPTER XXXVI. THE END AND THE BEGINNING + + + +THE JUST +AND THE UNJUST +By +VAUGHAN KESTER +Author of +THE PRODIGAL JUDGE, ETC. + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS BY +M. LEONE BRACKER + + +1912 +CONTENTS +CHAPTER +I. FIGHTING SHRIMPLIN +II. THE PRICE OF FOLLY +III. STRANGE BEDFELLOWS +IV. ADVENTURE IN EARNEST +V. COLONEL GEORGE HARBISON +VI. PUTTING ON THE SCREWS +VII. THE BEAUTY OF ELIZABETH +VIII. A GAMBLER AT HOME +IX. THE STAR WITNESS +X. HUSBAND AND WIFE +XI. THE FINGER OF SUSPICION +XII. JOE TELLS HIS STORY +XIII. LIGHT IN DARKNESS +XIV. THE GAMBLER'S THEORY +XV. LOVE THAT ENDURES +XVI. AT HIS OWN DOOR +XVII. AN UNWILLING GUEST +XVIII. FATHER AND SON +XIX. SHRIMPLIN TO THE RESCUE +XX. THE CAT AND THE MOUSE +XXI. THE HOUSE OF CARDS +XXII. GOOD MEN AND TRUE +XXIII. THE LAST APPEAL +XXIV. THE LAST LONG DAY +XXV. ON THE HIGH IRON BRIDGE +XXVI. CUSTER'S IDOL FALLS +XXVII. FAITH IS RESTORED +XXVIII. THE LAST NIGHT IN JAIL +XXIX. AT IDLE HOUR + + + + + + + + + +THE MANAGER OF THE B. & A. +A Novel +By Vaughan Kester +1901 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE MANAGER OF THE B. & A. + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +CHAPTER VII + +CHAPTER VIII + +CHAPTER IX + +CHAPTER X + +CHAPTER XI + +CHAPTER XII + +CHAPTER XIII + +CHAPTER XIV + +CHAPTER XV + +CHAPTER XVI + +CHAPTER XVII + +CHAPTER XVIII + +CHAPTER XIX + +CHAPTER XX + +CHAPTER XXI + +CHAPTER XXII + +CHAPTER XXIII + +CHAPTER XXIV + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHAPTER XXVI + + + + + + + + + + + +THE FORTUNE OF THE LANDRAYS +By Vaughn Kester +Illustrated by The Kinneys +1905 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER ONE + +CHAPTER TWO + +CHAPTER THREE + +CHAPTER FOUR + +CHAPTER FIVE + +CHAPTER SIX + +CHAPTER SEVEN + +CHAPTER EIGHT + +CHAPTER NINE + +CHAPTER TEN + +CHAPTER ELEVEN + +CHAPTER TWELVE + +CHAPTER THIRTEEN + +CHAPTER FOURTEEN + +CHAPTER FIFTEEN + +CHAPTER SIXTEEN + +CHAPTER SEVENTEEN + +CHAPTER EIGHTEEN + +CHAPTER NINETEEN + +CHAPTER TWENTY + +CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE + +CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO + +CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE + +CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE + +CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE + +CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX + +CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN + +CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT + +CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE + +CHAPTER THIRTY + +CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE + +CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO + +CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE + +CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR + +CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE + +CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX + +CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN + +CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT + +CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE + +CHAPTER FORTY + +CHAPTER FORTY-ONE + +CHAPTER FORTY-TWO + +CHAPTER FORTY-THREE + +CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR + +CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE + +CHAPTER FORTY-SIX + +CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN + +CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT + +CHAPTER FORTY-NINE + +CHAPTER FIFTY + +CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE + +|CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO + +CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE + + + + + + + + + + + +THE HAND OF THE MIGHTY AND OTHER STORIES +By Vaughan Kester +1913 + + + +CONTENTS + +VAUGHAN KESTER + +THE HAND OF THE MIGHTY + +THE BAD MAN OF LAS VEGAS + +MOLLIE DARLING + +THE BLOOD OF HIS ANCESTORS + +WHEN WE HAVE WAITED + +THE DESERTER + +WHAT REARTON SAW + +HOW MR. RATHBURN WAS BROUGHT IN + +MISS CAXTON'. FATHER + +THE HALF-BREED + +WILLIE + +MR. FEENY'. SOCIAL EXPERIMENT + +ALL THAT A MAN HATH + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57706.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57706.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..3d278a4d5173fbb2fa6997cbdb5ab70077ab1194 --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57706.txt @@ -0,0 +1,759 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF HENRY LAWSON + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE + +## JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES + +## ON THE TRACK + +## OVER THE SLIPRAILS + +## CHILDREN OF THE BUSH + +## WHILE THE BILLY BOILS + +## THE RISING OF THE COURT + +## VERSES POPULAR AND HUMOROUS + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE AND OTHER VERSES + + +by Henry Lawson +[Australian house-painter, author and poet — 1867-1922.] + + + + CONTENTS + + + PREFACE + + To an Old Mate + + + IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE AND OTHER VERSES + + + Faces in the Street + + The Roaring Days + + 'For'ard' + + The Drover's Sweetheart + + Out Back + + The Free-Selector's Daughter + + 'Sez You' + + Andy's Gone With Cattle + + Jack Dunn of Nevertire + + Trooper Campbell + + The Sliprails and the Spur + + Past Carin' + + The Glass on the Bar + + The Shanty on the Rise + + The Vagabond + + Sweeney + + Middleton's Rouseabout + + The Ballad of the Drover + + Taking His Chance + + When the 'Army' Prays for Watty + + The Wreck of the 'Derry Castle' + + Ben Duggan + + The Star of Australasia + + The Great Grey Plain + + The Song of Old Joe Swallow + + Corny Bill + + Cherry-Tree Inn + + Up the Country + + Knocked Up + + The Blue Mountains + + The City Bushman + + Eurunderee + + Mount Bukaroo + + The Fire at Ross's Farm + + The Teams + + Cameron's Heart + + The Shame of Going Back + + Since Then + + Peter Anderson and Co. + + When the Children Come Home + + Dan, the Wreck + + A Prouder Man Than You + + The Song and the Sigh + + The Cambaroora Star + + After All + + Marshall's Mate + + The Poets of the Tomb + + Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers + + The Ghost + + The End. + + + + + + + +JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES + + +by Henry Lawson + + + + CONTENTS + + + JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES + + The Author’s Farewell to the Bushmen. + + + Part I. + + Joe Wilson’s Courtship. + + Brighten’s Sister-In-Law. + + + ‘Water Them Geraniums’. + + I. A Lonely Track. + + II. ‘Past Carin’’. + + + A Double Buggy at Lahey’s Creek. + + I. Spuds, and a Woman’s Obstinacy. + + II. Joe Wilson’s Luck. + + III. The Ghost of Mary’s Sacrifice. + + IV. The Buggy Comes Home. + + + The Writer Wants to Say a Word. + + + Part II. + + The Golden Graveyard. + + The Chinaman’s Ghost. + + The Loaded Dog. + + + Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left. + + I. Dave Regan’s Yarn. + + II. Told by One of the Other Drovers. + + + The Ghostly Door. + + A Wild Irishman. + + The Babies in the Bush. + + A Bush Dance. + + The Buck-Jumper. + + Jimmy Grimshaw’s Wooing. + + At Dead Dingo. + + Telling Mrs Baker. + + A Hero in Dingo-Scrubs. + + The Little World Left Behind. + + The Never-Never Country. + + + + + + + +ON THE TRACK + + +by Henry Lawson + + + + + CONTENTS + + + Preface + + + ON THE TRACK + + + The Songs They used to Sing + + A Vision of Sandy Blight + + Andy Page's Rival + + The Iron-Bark Chip + + “Middleton's Peter” + + The Mystery of Dave Regan + + Mitchell on Matrimony + + Mitchell on Women + + No Place for a Woman + + Mitchell's Jobs + + Bill, the Ventriloquial Rooster + + Bush Cats + + Meeting Old Mates + + Two Larrikins + + Mr. Smellingscheck + + “A Rough Shed” + + Payable Gold + + An Oversight of Steelman's + + How Steelman told his Story + + + About the author + + + + + + + +OVER THE SLIPRAILS + + +By Henry Lawson + + + + CONTENTS + + + Preface + + + OVER THE SLIPRAILS + + + The Shanty-Keeper's Wife + + A Gentleman Sharper and Steelman Sharper + + An Incident at Stiffner's + + The Hero of Redclay + + The Darling River + + A Case for the Oracle + + A Daughter of Maoriland + + New Year's Night + + Black Joe + + They Wait on the Wharf in Black + + Seeing the Last of You + + Two Boys at Grinder Brothers' + + The Selector's Daughter + + Mitchell on the “Sex” and Other “Problems” + + The Master's Mistake + + The Story of the Oracle + + + About the author: + + + + + + + +CHILDREN OF THE BUSH + + + +By Henry Lawson + + + + CONTENTS + + + SEND ROUND THE HAT + + THAT PRETTY GIRL IN THE ARMY + + “LORD DOUGLAS” + + THE BLINDNESS OF ONE-EYED BOGAN + + TWO SUNDOWNERS + + A SKETCH OF MATESHIP + + ON THE TUCKER TRACK: A STEELMAN STORY + + A BUSH PUBLICAN'S LAMENT + + THE SHEARER'S DREAM + + THE LOST SOULS' HOTEL + + THE BOOZERS' HOME + + THE SEX PROBLEM AGAIN + + THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAG + + “BUCKOLTS' GATE” + + PROLOGUE + + THE BUSH-FIRE + + THE HOUSE THAT WAS NEVER BUILT + + “BARNEY, TAKE ME HOME AGAIN” + + A DROVING YARN + + GETTIN' BACK ON DAVE REGAN + + “SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER?” + + HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER + + THE STORY OF “GENTLEMAN ONCE” + + THE GHOSTS OF MANY CHRISTMASES + + + + + +WHILE THE BILLY BOILS +By Henry Lawson +CONTENTS + +WHILE THE BILLY BOILS + +FIRST SERIES + +AN OLD MATE OF YOUR FATHER'S + +SETTLING ON THE LAND + +ENTER MITCHELL + +STIFFNER AND JIM + +WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN + +THE MAN WHO FORGOT + +HUNGERFORD + +A CAMP-FIRE YARN + +HIS COUNTRY-AFTER ALL + +A DAY ON A SELECTION + +THAT THERE DOG O' MINE + +GOING BLIND + +ARVIE ASPINALL'S ALARM CLOCK + +STRAGGLERS + +THE UNION BURIES ITS DEAD + +ON THE EDGE OF A PLAIN + +IN A DRY SEASON + +HE'D COME BACK + +ANOTHER OF MITCHELL'S PLANS FOR THE FUTURE + +STEELMAN + +DRIFTED BACK + +REMAILED + +MITCHELL DOESN'T BELIEVE IN THE SACK + +SHOOTING THE MOON + +HIS FATHER'S MATE + +AN ECHO FROM THE OLD BARK SCHOOL + +THE SHEARING OF THE COOK'S DOG + +“DOSSING OUT” AND “CAMPING” + +ACROSS THE STRAITS + +“SOME DAY” + +“BRUMMY USEN” + +SECOND SERIES + +THE DROVER'S WIFE + +STEELMAN'S PUPIL + +AN UNFINISHED LOVE STORY + +BOARD AND RESIDENCE + +HIS COLONIAL OATH + +A VISIT OF CONDOLENCE + +IN A WET SEASON + +“RATS” + +MITCHELL: A CHARACTER SKETCH + +THE BUSH UNDERTAKER + +OUR PIPES + +COMING ACROSS + +THE STORY OF MALACHI + +TWO DOGS AND A FENCE + +JONES'S ALLEY + +BOGG OF GEEBUNG + +SHE WOULDN'T SPEAK + +THE GEOLOGICAL SPIELER + +MACQUARIE'S MATE + +BALDY THOMPSON + +FOR AULD LANG SYNE + +NOTES ON AUSTRALIANISMS. + + + + + + + +THE RISING OF THE COURT + + + +By Henry Lawson + + + +Note: Only the prose stories are reproduced here, not the poetry. + + + +CONTENTS + +THE RISING OF THE COURT + +“ROLL UP AT TALBRAGAR” + +WANTED BY THE POLICE + +THE BATH + +INSTINCT GONE WRONG + +THE HYPNOTIZED TOWNSHIP + +THE EXCISEMAN + +MATESHIP IN SHAKESPEARE’S ROME + + + + + +VERSES +POPULAR AND HUMOROUS +BY +HENRY LAWSON + + + +CONTENTS + PAGE +THE PORTS OF THE OPEN SEA +Down here where the ships loom large in 1 +THE THREE KINGS +The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus:— 5 +THE OUTSIDE TRACK +There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, 8 +SYDNEY-SIDE +Where's the steward?—Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do— 10 +THE ROVERS +Some born of homely parents 13 +FOREIGN LANDS +You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,{viii} 18 +MARY LEMAINE +Jim Duff was a 'native,' as wild as could be; 22 +THE SHAKEDOWN ON THE FLOOR +Set me back for twenty summers— 25 +REEDY RIVER +Ten miles down Reedy River 28 +OLD STONE CHIMNEY +The rising moon on the peaks was blending 31 +SONG OF THE OLD BULLOCK-DRIVER +Far Back in the days when the blacks used to ramble 35 +THE LIGHTS OF COBB AND CO. +Fire lighted, on the table a meal for sleepy men, 39 +HOW THE LAND WAS WON +The future was dark and the past was dead 45 +THE BOSS OVER THE BOARD +When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,{ix} 48 +WHEN THE LADIES COME TO THE SHEARING SHED +'The ladies are coming,' the super says 52 +THE BALLAD OF THE ROUSEABOUT +A rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land—or none— 55 +YEARS AFTER THE WAR IN AUSTRALIA +The big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free, 60 +THE OLD JIMMY WOODSER +The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar, 67 +THE CHRIST OF THE 'NEVER' +With eyes that seem shrunken to pierce 69 +THE CATTLE-DOG'S DEATH +The plains lay bare on the homeward route, 71 +THE SONG OF THE DARLING RIVER +The skies are brass and the plains are bare, 73 +RAIN IN THE MOUNTAINS +The valley's full of misty cloud,{x} 75 +A MAY NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS +'Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin, 76 +THE NEW CHUM JACKAROO +Let bushmen think as bushmen will, 78 +THE DONS OF SPAIN +The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, 81 +THE BURSTING OF THE BOOM +The shipping office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff— 84 +ANTONY VILLA +Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens, 90 +SECOND CLASS WAIT HERE +On suburban railway stations—you may see them as you pass— 96 +THE SHIPS THAT WON'T GO DOWN +We hear a great commotion 99 +THE MEN WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN +When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me{xi} 101 +THE WAY OF THE WORLD +When fairer faces turn from me, 103 +THE BATTLING DAYS +So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content, 105 +WRITTEN AFTERWARDS +So the days of my tramping are over, 108 +THE UNCULTURED RHYMER TO HIS CULTURED CRITICS +Fight through ignorance, want, and care— 111 +THE WRITER'S DREAM +A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar; 113 +THE JOLLY DEAD MARCH +If I ever be worthy or famous— 121 +MY LITERARY FRIEND +Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine, 125 +MARY CALLED HIM 'MISTER' +They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he'd come,{xii} 127 +REJECTED +She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; 130 +O'HARA, J.P. +James Patrick O'Hara, the Justice of Peace, 134 +BILL AND JIM FALL OUT +Bill and Jim are mates no longer—they would scorn the name of mate— 138 +THE PAROO +It was a week from Christmas-time, 142 +THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT +Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!—you don't know what it means. 146 +THE MAN FROM WATERLOO +It was the Man from Waterloo, 151 +SAINT PETER +Now, I think there is a likeness 155 +THE STRANGER'S FRIEND +The strangest things, and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,{xiii} 158 +THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION +Pat M'Durmer brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten: 162 +THE BOSS'S BOOTS +The shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;' 168 +THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH +As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, 174 +BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' +Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate, 181 +A DERRY ON A COVE +'Twas in the felon's dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue; 185 +RISE YE! RISE YE! +Rise ye! rise ye! noble toilers! claim your rights with fire and steel! 187 +THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE +Ye children of the Land of Gold,{xiv} 190 +CONSTABLE M'CARTHY'S INVESTIGATIONS +Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders 196 +AT THE TUG-OF-WAR +'Twas in a tug-of-war where I—the guvnor's hope and pride— 205 +HERE'S LUCK! +Old Time is tramping close to-day—you hear his bluchers fall, 208 +THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND +There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard— 211 +THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT SWIMMING +The breezes waved the silver grass, 214 +THE OLD BARK SCHOOL +It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes 216 +TROUBLE ON THE SELECTION +You lazy boy, you're here at last, 220 +THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER +When you've knocked about the country—been away from home for years;{xv} 222 +A LITTLE MISTAKE +'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' 225 +A STUDY IN THE "NOOD" +He was bare—we don't want to be rude— 228 +A WORD TO TEXAS JACK +Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughed 231 +THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE +'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble 237 +BUT WHAT'S THE USE +But what's the use of writing 'bush'— 242 +VIGNETTES BY FRANK P. MAHONY +Portrait of the Author facing title page +The Lights of Cobb and Co. title page +My Literary Friend page xvi. + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57708.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57708.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..0c1ae922c3e29b45a82eaad98140647a9830020d --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57708.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1136 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF ALFRED HENRY LEWIS + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + +## WOLFVILLE DAYS + +## WOLFVILLE + +## WOLFVILLE NIGHTS + +## THE PRESIDENT + +## THE MORMON MENACE + +## FARO NELL AND HER FRIENDS + +## THE SUNSET TRAIL + +## THE APACHES OF NEW YORK + +## AN AMERICAN PATRICIAN + +## THE BOSS, AND HOW HE CAME TO RULE NYC + +## THE STORY OF ANDREW JACKSON + +## SANDBURRS AND OTHERS + +## THE STORY OF PAUL JONES + +## PEGGY O'NEAL + +## THE BLACK LION INN + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + + + + + + + +WOLFVILLE DAYS +By Alfred Henry Lewis + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I. The Great Wolfville Strike. + +CHAPTER II. The Grinding of Dave Tutt. + +CHAPTER III. The Feud of Pickles. + +CHAPTER IV. Johnny Florer's Axle Grease. + +CHAPTER V. Toothpick Johnson's Ostracism. + +CHAPTER VI. The Wolfville Daily Coyote. + +CHAPTER VII. Cherokee Hall Plays Poker. + +CHAPTER VIII. The Treachery of Curly Ben + +CHAPTER IX. Colonel Sterett's Reminiscences + +CHAPTER X. How the Dumb Man Rode. + +CHAPTER XI. How Prince Hat Got Help. + +CHAPTER XII. How Wolfville Made a Jest. + +CHAPTER XIII. Death; and the Donna Anna. + +CHAPTER XIV. How Jack Rainey Quit. + +CHAPTER XV. The Defiance of Gene Watkins. + +CHAPTER XVI. Colonel Sterett's War Record. + +CHAPTER XVII. Old Man Enright's Love. + +CHAPTER XVIII. Where Whiskey Billy Died. + +CHAPTER XIX. When the Stage Was Stopped. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +WOLFVILLE +By Alfred Henry Lewis (AKA Dan Quin) + + + +TO +WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I. WOLFVILLE'S FIRST FUNERAL. + +CHAPTER II. THE STINGING LIZARD. + +CHAPTER III. THE STORY OF WILKINS + +CHAPTER IV. THE WASHWOMAN'S WAR. + +CHAPTER V. ENRIGHT'S PARD, JIM WILLIS. + +CHAPTER VI. TUCSON JENNIES HEART. + +CHAPTER VII. TUCSON JENNIE'S JEALOUSY. + +CHAPTER VIII. THE MAN FROM RED DOG. + +CHAPTER IX. CHEROKEE HALL. + +CHAPTER X. TEXAS THOMPSON'S "ELECTION." + +CHAPTER XL. A WOLFVILLE FOUNDLING. + +CHAPTER XII. THE MAN FROM YELLOWHOUSE. + +CHAPTER XIII. JACKS UP ON EIGHTS. + +CHAPTER XIV. THE RIVAL DANCE-HALLS. + +CHAPTER XV. SLIM JIM'S SISTER. + +CHAPTER XVI. JAYBIRD BOB'S JOKE. + +CHAPTER XVII. BOGGS'S EXPERIENCE. + +CHAPTER XVIII. DAWSON & RUDD, PARTNERS. + +CHAPTER XIX. MACE BOWMAN, SHERIFF. + +CHAPTER XX. A WOLFVILLE THANKSGIVING. + +CHAPTER XXL. BILL HOSKINS'S COON. + +CHAPTER XXII. OLD SAM ENRIGHT'S "ROMANCE." + +CHAPTER XXIII. PINON BILL'S BLUFF. + +CHAPTER XXIV. CRAWFISH JIM. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +WOLFVILLE NIGHTS +By Alfred Henry Lewis +1902 + + + +CONTENTS + +SOME COWBOY FACTS. + +WOLFVILLE NIGHTS + +CHAPTER I. The Dismissal of Silver Phil. + +CHAPTER II. Colonel Sterett's Panther Hunt, + +CHAPTER III. How Faro Nell Dealt Bank. + +CHAPTER IV. How The Raven Died. + +CHAPTER V. The Queerness of Dave Tutt. + +CHAPTER VI. With the Apache's Compliments. + +CHAPTER VII. The Mills of Savage Gods. + +CHAPTER VIII. Tom and Jerry; Wheelers. + +CHAPTER IX. The Influence of Faro Nell. + +CHAPTER X. The Ghost of the Bar-B-8. + +CHAPTER XI. Tucson Jennie's Correction. + +CHAPTER XII. Bill Connors of the Osages. + +CHAPTER XIII. When Tutt first saw Tucson. + +CHAPTER XIV. The Troubles of Dan Boggs. + +CHAPTER XV. Bowlegs and Major Ben. + +CHAPTER XVI. Toad Allen's Elopement. + +CHAPTER XVII. The Clients of Aaron Green. + +CHAPTER XVII. Colonel Sterett Relates Marvels. + +CHAPTER XIX. The Luck of Hardrobe. + +CHAPTER XX. Colonel Coyote Clubbs. + +CHAPTER XXI. Long Ago on the Rio Grande. + + + + + +THE PRESIDENT +A Novel by +Alfred Henry Lewis +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I. How Richard Began to Woo +CHAPTER II. How a President is Bred +CHAPTER III. How Mr. Gwynn Dined with the Harleys +CHAPTER IV. How a Speakership was Fought for +CHAPTER V. How Richard was Taught Many Things +CHAPTER VI. How Storri Had a Vivid Imagination +CHAPTER VII. How Richard Gained in Knowledge +CHAPTER VIII. How Storri Wooed Mrs. Hanway-Harley +CHAPTER IX. How Storri Made an Offer of His Love +CHAPTER X. How Storri Plotted a Vengeance +CHAPTER XI. How Mr. Harley Found Himself a Forger +CHAPTER XII. How Mr. Fopling was Inspired +CHAPTER XIII. How the San Reve Gave Storri Warning +CHAPTER XIV. How They Talked Politics at Mr. Gwynn's +CHAPTER XV. How Richard Met Inspector Val +CHAPTER XVI. How Richard Received a Letter +CHAPTER XVII. How Northern Consolidated was Sold +CHAPTER XVIII. How Storri Explored for Gold +CHAPTER XIX. How London Bill Took a Pal +CHAPTER XX. How Storri Foolishly Wrote a Message +CHAPTER XXI. How the Gold Came Down +CHAPTER XXII. How the San Reve Kept Her Storri +CHAPTER XXIII. How Richard and Dorothy Sailed Away +ILLUSTRATIONS + +Across the Senator's Desk + +One of the Most Reverend of the Senate Walruses + +At the Door of the Caucus Room + +It was a Kind of Prodigy + +That Artist of Pursuit + +"Sit Down!" Thundered Mr. Harley + +He Held Her Close + +"It'll Take Two Months to Dig that Tunnel" + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE MORMON MENACE +BEING THE CONFESSION OF JOHN DOYLE LEE - DANITE +AN OFFICIAL ASSASSIN OF THE MORMON CHURCH UNDER THE LATE BRIGHAM YOUNG +INTRODUCTION By ALFRED HENRY LEWIS +1905 + + + +CONTENTS + +INTRODUCTION By ALFRED HENRY LEWIS + +INTRODUCTION + +THE MORMON MENACE OR, THE CONFESSIONS OF JOHN DOYLE LEE + +CHAPTER I - THE STORMY YOUTH OF LEE + +CHAPTER II - LEE BEGINS A CAREER + +CHAPTER III - LEE BECOMES A MORMON + +CHAPTER IV - THE SAINTS BESET WITH TROUBLES + +CHAPTER V - THE MORMON WAR + +CHAPTER VI - LEE LOCATES THE GARDEN OF EDEN + +CHAPTER VII - THE SAINTS GATHER AT NAUVOO + +CHAPTER VIII - LEE AS A MISSIONARY + +CHAPTER IX - MORMONISM AND ITS ORIGIN + +CHAPTER X - LEE CASTS OUT DEVILS + +CHAPTER XI - HOT FOR LEE IN TENNESSEE + +CHAPTER XII - OF PECULIAR INTEREST IN NAUVOO + +CHAPTER XIII - DEATH OF JOSEPH SMITH + +CHAPTER XIV - THE DOCTRINE OF SEALING + +CHAPTER XV - THE SAINTS TURN WESTWARD + +CHAPTER XVI - LEE GOES TO SANTA FE + +CHAPTER XVII - LEE IS TREATED BADLY BY THE BRETHREN + +CHAPTER XVIII - THE DANITE AND HIS DUTY + +CHAPTER XIX - THE MOUNTAIN MEADOWS + +CHAPTER XX - THE MUSTER OF THE DANITES + +CHAPTER XXI - THE BLOOD FEAST OF THE DANITES + +CHAPTER XXII - THE DANITE CHIEF REPORTS TO BRIGHAM + +CHAPTER XXIII - LEE NEARS THE END + +APPENDIX I - BLOOD ATONEMENT + +APPENDIX II - THE STORY OF LEE'S ARREST + +APPENDIX III - DEATH OF JOHN DOYLE LEE + + + + + +FARO NELL AND HER FRIENDS +By Alfred Henry Lewis +CONTENTS +CHAPTER PAGE +I DEAD SHOT BAKER 7 +II OLD MAN ENRIGHT'S UNCLE 39 +III CYNTHIANA, PET-NAMED ORIGINAL SIN 61 +IV OLD MONTE, OFFICIAL DRUNKARD 99 +V HOW THE MOCKING BIRD WAS WON 126 +VI THAT WOLFVILLE-RED DOG FOURTH 148 +VII PROPRIETY PRATT, HYPNOTIST 176 +VIII THAT TURNER PERSON 198 +IX RED MIKE 225 +X HOW TUTT SHOT TEXAS THOMPSON 260 +XI THE FUNERAL OF OLD HOLT 295 +XII SPELLING BOOK BEN 320 +ILLUSTRATIONS + PAGE +We makes four trips back and forth between Wolfville and Red Dog, crackin' off our good old '45's at irreg'lar intervals, Faro Nell on her calico pony as the Goddess of Liberty, bustin' away with the rest. . . . Frontispiece 170 +We're all discussin' the doin's of this yere road-agent when Dan gets back from Red-Dog, an' the result is he unloads his findin's on a dead kyard. 18 +Dead Shot stops short at this hitch in the discussion, by reason of a bullet from the Lightin' Bug's pistol which lodges in his lung. 28 +The second evening Old Stallins is with us, Dan Boggs an' Texas Thompson uplifts his aged sperits with the "Love Dance of the Catamounts." 42 +"It's you, Oscar, that I want," observes Miss Bark. "I concloodes, upon sober second thought, to accept your offer of marriage." 90 +A couple of Enright's riders comes a packin' a live bobcat into town. 118 +Turkey Track, seein' he's afoot an' thirty miles from his home ranch pulls his gun an' sticks up the mockin' bird's buckboard. 138 +We sees the Turner person aboard an' wishes him all kinds of luck. 222 +"What's the subject?" Peets asks. "That, my friend, is the 'Linden in October,'" returns Mike, as though he's a showin' us a picture of Heaven's front gate. 238 +"Him an' Annalinda shore do constitoote a picture. 'Thar's a pa'r to draw to,' says Nell to Texas, her eyes like brown diamonds." 280 +Thar's a bombardment which sounds like a battery of gatlings, the whole punctchooated by a whirlwind of "whoops!" 316 +"Onless girls is barred," declares Faro Nell, from her perch on the chair "I've a notion to take a hand." 336 + + + + + +THE SUNSET TRAIL +Alfred Henry Lewis + +CONTENTS + + CHAPTER I-HOW IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT + CHAPTER II-THAT TRANSACTION IN PONIES + CHAPTER III-INEZ OF THE 'DOBE WALLS + CHAPTER IV-THE WILD ROSE OF THE CANADIAN + CHAPTER V-THE STRATEGY OF MR. MASTERSON + CHAPTER VI-THE FATAL GRATITUDE OF MR. KELLY + CHAPTER VII-WHY THE WEEKLY PLANET DIED + CHAPTER VIII-AN INVASION OF DODGE + CHAPTER IX-THE MEDICINE OF LONE WOLF + CHAPTER X-THE INTUITIONS OF MR. ALLISON + CHAPTER XI-HOW TRUE LOVE RAN IN DODGE + CHAPTER XII-DIPLOMACY IN DODGE + CHAPTER XIII-THE RESCUE OF CIMARRON BILL + CHAPTER XIV-THE WORRIES OF MR. HOLIDAY + CHAPTER XV-HOW MR. HICKOK WENT INTO CHEYENNE + CHAPTER XVI-THE LAST VISIT TO DODGE + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE APACHES OF NEW YORK +By Alfred Henry Lewis +1912 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE APACHES OF NEW YORK + +I.—EAT-'EM-UP JACK + +II.—THE BABY'S FINGERS + +III.—HOW PIOGGI WENT TO ELMIRA + +IV.—IKE THE BLOOD + +V.—INDIAN LOUIE + +VI.—HOW JACKEEN SLEW THE DOC + +VII.—LEONI THE TROUBLE MAKER + +VIII. THE WAGES OF THE SNITCH + +IX.—LITTLE BOW KUM + +X.—THE COOKING OF CRAZY BUTCH + +XI.—BIG MIKE ABRAMS + +XII.—THE GOING OF BIFF ELLISON + + + + + + + + + + + + + +AN AMERICAN PATRICIAN, +OR THE STORY OF AARON BURR +By Alfred Henry Lewis +1908 + + + +CONTENTS + +AN AMERICAN PATRICIAN + +CHAPTER I—FROM THEOLOGY TO LAW + +CHAPTER II—THE GENTLEMAN VOLUNTEER + +CHAPTER III—COLONEL BENEDICT ARNOLD EXPLAINS + +CHAPTER IV—THE YOUNG FRENCH PRIEST + +CHAPTER V—THE WRATH OF WASHINGTON + +CHAPTER VI—POOR PEGGY MONCRIEFFE + +CHAPTER VII—THE CONQUERING THEODOSIA + +CHAPTER VIII—MARRIAGE AND THE LAW + +CHAPTER IX—SON-IN-LAW HAMILTON + +CHAPTER X—THAT SEAT IN THE SENATE + +CHAPTER XI—THE STATESMAN FROM NEW YORK + +CHAPTER XII—IDLENESS AND BLACK RESOLVES + +CHAPTER XIII—THE GRINDING OF AARON’S MILL + +CHAPTER XIV—THE TRIUMPH OF AARON + +CHAPTER XV—THE INTRIGUE OF THE TIE + +CHAPTER XVI—THE SWEETNESS OF REVENGE + +CHAPTER XVII—AARON I, EMPEROR OF MEXICO + +CHAPTER XVIII—THE TREASON OF WILKINSON + +CHAPTER XIX—HOW AARON IS INDICTED + +CHAPTER XX—HOW AARON IS FOUND INNOCENT + +CHAPTER XXI—THE SAILING AWAY OF AARON. + +CHAPTER XXII—HOW AARON RETURNS HOME + +CHAPTER XXIII—GRIEF COMES KNOCKING + +CHAPTER XXIV—THE DOWNFALL OF KING CAUCUS + +CHAPTER XXV—THE SERENE LAST DAYS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE BOSS, AND HOW HE CAME TO RULE NEW YORK +By Alfred Henry Lewis +1903 + + + +CONTENTS + +THE WORD OF PREFACE + +THE BOSS + +CHAPTER I—HOW THE BOSS CAME TO NEW YORK + +CHAPTER II—THE BOSS MEETS WITH POLITICS + +CHAPTER III—THE BOSS SEES THE POWER OF TAMMANY + +CHAPTER IV—THE BOSS ENTERS THE PRIMARY GRADE OF POLITICS + +CHAPTER V—THE BATTLE OF THE BALLOTS + +CHAPTER VI—THE RED JACKET ASSOCIATION + +CHAPTER VII—HOW THE BOSS WAS NAMED FOR ALDERMAN + +CHAPTER VIII—THE FATE OF SHEENY JOE + +CHAPTER IX—HOW BIG KENNEDY BOLTED + +CHAPTER X—HOW JIMMY THE BLACKSMITH DIED + +CHAPTER XI—HOW THE BOSS STOOD AT BAY FOR HIS LIFE + +CHAPTER XII—DARBY THE GOPHER + +CHAPTER XIII—BIG KENNEDY AND THE MUGWUMPS + +CHAPTER XIV—THE MULBERRY FRANCHISE + +CHAPTER XV—THAT GAS COMPANY INJUNCTION + +CHAPTER XVI—THE BOSS IS DEAD; LONG LIVE THE BOSS! + +CHAPTER XVII—THE REPUTABLE OLD GENTLEMAN IS MAYOR + +CHAPTER XVIII—HOW THE BOSS TOOK THE TOWN + +CHAPTER XIX—THE SON OF THE WIDOW VAN FLANGE + +CHAPTER XX—THE MARK OF THE ROPE + +CHAPTER XXI—THE REVEREND BRONSON'S REBELLION + +CHAPTER XXII—THE MAN OF THE KNIFE + +CHAPTER XXIII—THE WEDDING OF BLOSSOM + +CHAPTER XXIV—HOW VAN FLANGE WENT INTO STOCKS + +CHAPTER XXV—PROFIT AND LOSS; MAINLY THE LATTER + +CHAPTER XXVI—THE VICTOR AND THE SPOILS + +CHAPTER XXVII—GOLD CAME, AND DEATH STEPPED IN + +CHAPTER XXVIII—BEING THE EPILOGUE + + + + + + + + + + + + + +WHEN MEN GREW TALL, + +OR THE STORY OF ANDREW JACKSON +By Alfred Henry Lewis +Illustrated +1907 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I—SALISBURY AND THE LAW + +CHAPTER II—THE ROWAN HOUSE SUPPER + +CHAPTER III—THE BLOOMING RACHEL + +CHAPTER IV—COLONEL WAIGHTSTILL AVERY OFFENDS + +CHAPTER V—THE WINNING OF A WIFE + +CHAPTER VI—DEAD-SHOT DICKINSON + +CHAPTER VII—HOW THE GENERAL FOUGHT + +CHAPTER VIII—ENGLAND AND GRIM-VISAGED WAR + +CHAPTER IX—THE GENERAL AT THE HORSESHOE + +CHAPTER X—FLORIDA DELENDA EST + +CHAPTER XI—THE TWO FLAGS AT PENSACOLA + +CHAPTER XII—THE GENERAL GOES TO NEW ORLEANS + +CHAPTER XIII—THE WATCH FIRES OF THE ENGLISH + +CHAPTER XIV—THE BATTLE IN THE DARK + +CHAPTER XV—COTTON BALES AND SUGAR CASKS + +CHAPTER XVI—THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY + +CHAPTER XVII—THE SLAUGHTER AMONG THE STUBBLE + +CHAPTER XVIII—ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME + +CHAPTER XIX—THE KILLING EDGE OF SLANDER + +CHAPTER XX—THE GENERAL GOES TO THE WHITE HOUSE + +CHAPTER XXI—WIZARD LEWIS URGES A CHANGE IN FRONT + +CHAPTER XII—THE DOWNFALL OF MACHIAVELLI CLAY + +CHAPTER XXIII—THE FEDERAL UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED + +CHAPTER XXIV—THE ROUT OF TREASON + +CHAPTER XXV—THE GRAVE AT THE GARDEN'S FOOT + + + + + + + + + + + + + +SANDBURRS +By Alfred Henry Lewis +Illustrated by Horace Taylor and George B. Luks +1898 + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +SANDBURRS + +SPOT AND PINCHER. + +MULBERRY MARY + +SINGLETREE JENNINGS + +JESS + +THE HUMMING BIRD + +GASSY THOMPSON, VILLAIN + +ONE MOUNTAIN LION + +MOLLIE MATCHES + +THE ST. CYRS + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +McBRIDE'S DANDY + +RED MIKE + +HAMILTON FINNERTY'S HEART + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +SHORT CREEK DAVE + +CRIME THAT FAILED + +THE BETRAYAL + +FOILED + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +POLITICS + +ESSLEIN GAMES + +THE PAINFUL ERROR + +THE RAT + +CHEYENNE BILL + +BLIGHTED + +THE SURETHING + +GLADSTONE BURR + +THE GARROTE + +O'TOOLE'S CHIVALRY + +WAGON MOUND SAL + +JOE DUBUQUE'S LUCK + +BINKS AND MRS. B. + +ARABELLA WELD + +THE WEDDING + +POINSETTE'S CAPTIVITY + +TIP FROM THE TOMB + +CHAPTER I + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +TOO CHEAP + +CHAPTER I. + +CHAPTER II + +CHAPTER III + +CHAPTER IV + +CHAPTER V + +CHAPTER VI + +HENRY SPENY'S BENEVOLENCE + +JANE DOUGHERTY + +MISTRESS KILLIFER + +BEARS + +THE BIG TOUCH + +THE FATAL KEY + +AN OCEAN ERROR + +SKINNY MIKE'S UNWISDOM + +MOLLIE PRESCOTT + +ANNA MARIE + +THE PETERSENS + +BOWLDER'S BURGLAR + +ANGELINA McLAURIN + +DINKY PETE + +CRIB OR COFFIN? + +OHIO DAYS + +I—AT THE LEES + +II—ED CHURCH AND LIDE + +III—THE SPELLING SCHOOL + +IV—THE FIGHT + +V—JIM LEE INTERFERES + +VI—THEY DECORATE + +VII—AUNT ANN PLOTS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE STORY OF PAUL JONES +An Historical Romance +By Alfred Henry Lewis +Illustrated by Seymour M. Stone and Phillipps Ward + + + +CONTENTS + +THE STORY OF PAUL JONES + +CHAPTER I—HIS BAPTISM OF THE SEA + +CHAPTER II—IN THE BLACK TRADE + +CHAPTER III—THE YELLOW JACK + +CHAPTER IV—THE KILLING OF MUNGO + +CHAPTER V—THE SAILOR TURNS PLANTER + +CHAPTER VI—THE FIRST BLOW IN VIRGINIA + +CHAPTER VII—THE BLAST OF WAR + +CHAPTER VIII—THE PLANTER TURNS LIEUTENANT + +CHAPTER IX—THE CRUISE OF THE “PROVIDENCE” + +CHAPTER X—THE COUNSEL OF CADWALADER + +CHAPTER XI—THE GOOD SHIP RANGER + +CHAPTER XII—HOW THE “RANGER” TOOK THE “DRAKE” + +CHAPTER XIII—THE DUCHESS OF CHARTRES + +CHAPTER XIV—THE SAILING OF THE “RICHARD” + +CHAPTER XV—THE “RICHARD” AND THE “SERAPIS” + +CHAPTER XVI—HOW THE BATTLE RAGED + +CHAPTER XVII—THE SURRENDER OF THE “SERAPIS” + +CHAPTER XVIII—DIPLOMACY AND THE DUTCH + +CHAPTER XIX—NOW FOR THE TRAITOR LANDAIS + +CHAPTER XX—AIMEE ADELE DE TELISON + +CHAPTER XXI—ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA + +CHAPTER XXII—THE FÊTE OF THE DUCHESS DE CHARTRES + +CHAPTER XXIII—THE WEDDING WITHOUT BELLS + +CHAPTER XXIV—THAT HONEYMOON SUB ROSA + +CHAPTER XXV—CATHERINE OF RUSSIA + +CHAPTER XXVI—AN ADMIRAL OF RUSSIA + +CHAPTER XXVII—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE TOURNON + +CHAPTER XXVIII—LOVE AND THOSE LAST DAYS + + + + + + + + + + + + + +PEGGY O'NEAL +By Alfred Henry Lewis +Illustrated By Henry Hutt + + + +CONTENTS + +PREFACE + +PEGGY O'NEAL + +CHAPTER I—THE LUSTROUS PEG O'NEAL + +CHAPTER II—PORT WINE DUFF AND PIGEON-BREAST + +CHAPTER III—PEG'S MEETING WITH THE MAJOR + +CHAPTER IV—THE JEW AND HIS SPANISH SWORD + +CHAPTER V—REVEREND CAMPBELL AND THE MAGPIE + +CHAPTER VI—THE STORM GATHERS AGAINST PEG + +CHAPTER VII—THE SECRETARY, SUAVE AS CREAM. + +CHAPTER VIII—THE MAD CAPRICIOUS PEG + +CHAPTER IX—THE GENERAL SELECTS HIS SUCCESSOR. + +CHAPTER X—THE MAJOR AND PEG AT CROSSES + +CHAPTER XI—THE GENERAL MAKES PROVERBS + +CHAPTER XII—HOW PEG WOULD WEAR THE CORAL. + +CHAPTER XIII—THE SON OF THE SPANISH BULL-FIGHTER + +CHAPTER XIV.—THE FEDERAL UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED. + +CHAPTER XV—HOW PEG WAS SAVED FROM PEG. + +CHAPTER XVI.—LOVE'S FUNERAL IN THE SNOW. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +THE BLACK LION INN +By Alfred Henry Lewis +Illustrated By Frederic Remington +1903 + + + +CONTENTS + +CHAPTER I.—HOW I CAME TO THE INN. + +CHAPTER II.—THE WINNING OF SAUCY PAOLI. + +CHAPTER III.—HOW FORKED TONGUE WAS BURNED. + +CHAPTER IV.—THAT TOBACCO UPSET. + +CHAPTER V.—THE SIGN OF THREE. + +CHAPTER VI.—THAT WOLFVILLE CHRISTMAS. + +CHAPTER VII.—THE PITT STREET STRINGENCY. + +CHAPTER VIII.—THAT STOLEN ACE OF HEARTS. + +CHAPTER IX.—CHIQUITA OF CHAPARITA. + +CHAPTER X.—HOW STRONGARM WAS AN ELK. + +CHAPTER XI.—THAT SMUGGLED SILK. + +CHAPTER XII.—THE WIPING OUT OF McCANDLAS. + +CHAPTER XIII.—HOW JIM BRITT PASSED HIS BILL. + +CHAPTER XIV.—HOW TO TELL THE LAST FOUR. + +CHAPTER XV.—HOW MOH-KWA FED THE CATFISH. + +CHAPTER XVI.—THE EMPEROR’S CIGARS. + +CHAPTER XVII.—THE GREAT STEWART CAMPAIGN. + +CHAPTER XVIII.—THE RESCUE OF CONNELLY. + +CHAPTER XIX.—MOH-KWA AND THE THREE GIFTS. + +CHAPTER XX.—THE GERMAN GIRL’S DIAMONDS. + +CHAPTER XXI.—THE LUCK OF COLD-SOBER SIMMS. + +CHAPTER XXII.—HOW PRINCE RUPERT LOST. + +CHAPTER XXIII.—WHEN I RAN THE SHOTGUN. + +CHAPTER XXIV.—WHEN THE CAPITOL WAS MOVED. + +CHAPTER XXV.—HOW THE FILIBUSTERER SAILED. + +CHAPTER XXVI.—HOW MOH-KWA SAVED STRIKE-AXE. + +CHAPTER XXVII.—THE FLIM FLAM MURPHY. + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57714.txt b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57714.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000..db1a4fb44989358267ce07d02c2ca28180ec231a --- /dev/null +++ b/book_for_reading/book_text/pg57714.txt @@ -0,0 +1,763 @@ + + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF DON MARQUIS + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS + + + + +INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF DON MARQUIS + + + +Compiled by David Widger + + + + + +CONTENTS +Click on the ## before each title to view a linked +table of contents for each of the twelve volumes. +Click on the title itself to open the original online file. +## THE CRUISE OF THE JASPER B. + +## CARTER, AND OTHER PEOPLE + +## THE REVOLT OF THE OYSTER + +## THE OLD SOAK + +## DANNY'S OWN STORY + + + + + + + +TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES + + + +THE CRUISE OF THE JASPER B. + + +By +Don Marquis + + + +To All The Copyreaders On All +The Newspapers Of America + + + + +CONTENTS +CHAPTER +I 163 XV.328 XXIX.